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The Package Thief (KNJ)

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Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem Reader

Genre: Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Humor

Summary: You have a new neighbor who is incredibly attractive. Unfortunately, he seems to hate you for no discernable reason at all. Does he think that just because he's hot, he can get away with being an asshole?

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem Reader

Genre: Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Humor

Word Count: 3,473

Warnings: Language, dimples, Namtiddies

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The first time you saw your tall, handsome, dimple-cheeked neighbor, you were thrilled to have some eye candy in your apartment building. You had just moved in, and when he smiled at you in the lobby, you could have sworn you heard birds chirp and angels sing.

When you spotted him again while gathering up the packages for your floor, you perked up, hoping it would be your chance to get his name.

"Oh hey! Could you hold that for me?" you called as he stepped past the sliding doors. You juggled the boxes awkwardly in your hand as you hurried forward with a smile, only for the handsome stranger to glare at you as if you were doing something wrong. He then pressed a button that was clearly not to keep the door open, because it slid shut in your face.

"What the fuck?" you asked the air, staring at the metal frame incredulously. Who the hell did something like that? Did this asshole think he was too good to share the elevator with you?

Ugh, it figured. Of course someone that hot would never have learned to be a good person.

With a sigh, you jammed the "up" button with your elbow to wait for the next one. Your ire cooled as you waited, and you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he just had to take a shit really badly or something, and what you thought was a glare was actually his constipated face. He would probably apologize the next time you ran into each other.

~~~~~

Your neighbor did not apologize the next time you ran into each other.

If anything, he seemed to glare harder. And then the prick closed the door in your face, again. Unbelievable.

You weren't going to take this abuse laying down, so whenever you were in the position to do so, you returned the favor. It felt good to see the same irritation on his face each time the metal door slid shut, and you relished in your petty victories. He deserved a taste of his own medicine. Did he really think that just because he was hot, he could get away with being a dick?

On this particular day, you had worked late to clean up after a coworker's mistakes, and you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was take off your shoes and bra and listen to some music while you fought off the urge to angry cry.

Of course, because the universe hated you, you got to the lobby to see the smug, obnoxious smirk on your neighbor's face as he jammed the door close button. You clenched your teeth, feeling heat and frustration build behind your eyes, and gave him your most venomous glare as you flipped him off. You were not going to give this horrible piece of shit the satisfaction of seeing you upset.

Once he was gone, you pressed the elevator button, only to notice the sign indicating the other was broken. So you had to wait for piece-of-shit to get to whatever the fuck floor he lived on before it came back. It was a small thing, but enough to break through the cracks of your composure, and you felt hot tears begin to leak down your face.

You wiped your eyes angrily and took several deep breaths while you pulled yourself back together. Well, if you were going to have to wait, you might as well bring the packages up to your floor again. No point in leaving them down here for anyone to take.

As you waited for the elevator, you wondered how in the world anyone could be such a raging asshole.

~~~~~

"God, someone stole a package again yesterday," groaned Namjoon over a glass of scotch. It was Friday, the first night he had free in weeks, and it felt good to unwind after being frustrated by his bitchy neighbor for so long. Seriously, what was up with her? Did she think that just because she was hot she could get away with stealing peoples' mail?

"Again?" Jimin said in surprise, taking a sip of his own drink. "What about building management?"

"What do you mean?" Namjoon asked with a baffled furrow of his brow. Jimin lived in the same building, but on a different floor. Now that Namjoon thought about it, he'd also never heard his friend complain about a single package stolen.

"Do they just not bring up your stuff soon enough?" Jimin questioned, cocking his head. "The girl who brings the packages for my floor even organizes them by unit order."

What the hell was Jimin on about? That wasn't a thing. Oblivious to his friend's confusion, Jimin rambled on, and Namjoon pondered on this new mystery. The only person he'd ever seen picking up several packages was –

"She's really cute too, and she's always smiling."

Okay nevermind, it wasn't her. He doubted he'd seen an expression on her face other than irritation and spite. She was definitely attractive, but hot bitch wasn't really the type that turned him on.

"Oh, there she is, actually!" Jimin chirped in excitement, eyes sparkling as he waved at someone over Namjoon's shoulder. "Hey, [y/n]!"

The mystery girl in question greeted his friend with a vaguely familiar voice, and when Namjoon turned to see who it was, he felt his stomach drop.

You stared back, clearly just as shocked, and Namjoon did his best not to ogle. You weren't wearing anything outrageous, just tight-fitting jeans, a slinky top that hugged your curves, and heels that highlighted how your ass filled out said tight-fitting jeans. Even without the clothes, the smile on your face was enough to make his stomach do something funny, though it quickly faded when you recognized him.

"This is my friend Namjoon!" Jimin continued cheerfully, oblivious to the tense atmosphere suddenly hanging over the table. "He lives in our building! Namjoon, this is [y/n], she's the building person that brings up our packages."

You gave a forced smile, and Namjoon felt the beginning prickles of nausea and anxiety as he realized he might have made a tiny misjudgment.

"I just do it for our floor because it's on the way," you explained quietly, avoiding his gaze. The edges of your smile grew warmer when you looked at Jimin, transforming your face from glacial beauty to soft sincerity.

"Then I definitely owe you a drink," Jimin responded with a laugh, motioning for Namjoon to scoot over to give you room to sit. He obeyed woodenly, mind racing as guilt weighed down his heart.

"Don't worry about it," you assured him with a chuckle that made something in Namjoon's chest ache. "I'm about to walk home, anyway."

"Alone?"

You looked at Namjoon in surprise, and he realized he spoke aloud. He cleared his throat, feeling like a stupid lump as he looked down at his drink with warm cheeks. Despite the relative proximity of the apartment, he didn't like the idea of you alone this late at night.

"Yeah? It's not that far," you said suspiciously, as if waiting for a snide comment. It made his chest sink, though it wasn't as if you didn't have a good reason for your misgivings. He spoke up again, hoping maybe he could talk to you and have the chance to explain his earlier behavior.

"Why don't you have a drink with us, and we can all walk back together?"

To his surprise, you stiffened and the corners of your mouth tightened into a thin line.

"Why? So you can make me take another elevator?" you asked angrily, making Namjoon flush and Jimin look between the two of you in confusion. "No thanks, my week has been exhausting enough already. I'll see you around, Jimin."

With that, you stomped away in unfortunately righteous indignation, and Namjoon barely had time to admire the sway of your hips before Jimin piped up.

"What was that all about?" his friend asked with a frown, his usually twinkling eyes now boring into Namjoon's. He felt heat creep up his face as he sighed and began to tell Jimin the entire saga, from how he had assumed you were stealing packages and proceeded to close the elevator door in your face, to the current state of antagonism. By the time he was finished, his friend's mouth was hanging open, and he felt more embarrassment at just how childishly he had acted.

"Joonie, I'm just really surprised," said Jimin wonderingly as he rubbed his forehead. "It's not like you to be like that."

Namjoon winced, knowing he was right. He liked to think that he was the more mature, level-headed one of their friend group, above silly squabbles and petty revenge. Obviously he had overestimated himself.

"I hope you haven't done anything recently, I think she's been having a hard time at work," Jimin mused, and Namjoon felt the lead weight of guilt in his stomach grow heavier. At this rate it was going to fall out of his butt. "She was crying in the lobby yesterday."

Well fuck. He really was an asshole.

~~~~~

You had just arrived home and flopped facedown on your couch when your recharging was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door. With a groan, you forced yourself up and peered through your peephole. What the fuck?

You made sure your chain lock was fastened before you unlocked the latch and cracked the door open, peering at your visitor dubiously.

"What do you want?" you asked, eyeing a beaming Namjoon in suspicion. You had never seen him look so cheerful, and you had to remind yourself he was not a golden retriever, no matter how cute he looked with flour dusting his nose or how deep his dimples were.

"I made cookies," he said happily, and you realized he was holding a paper plate covered in crumpled tin foil. "To apologize for the way I've been acting towards you."

You felt your brows raise at his statement, and you cast your eyes behind him in mistrust. Where had this one-eighty come from? Was it just because his friend lived on your floor?

Namjoon's shoulders drooped slightly at your lack of response, and he began to shift in place awkwardly.

"Um, I just – so I know I've been a dick to you," he began, chewing his lip and looking adorably embarrassed. "This is gonna sound stupid but I thought you were stealing packages when I saw you holding all of them."

For a moment, all you could do was stare.

"You thought that I would steal a bunch of packages, in the building I live in, while other residents were around?" you asked incredulously, making Namjoon turn bright red and clear his throat.

"Well, when you put it that way…" he mumbled awkwardly. "I just… I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I hope we can start over."

He peered at you with such hopeful eyes that you felt your resolve crumble, and when you unhooked the chain from your door you could have sworn you saw a tail wagging.

"Okay," you replied, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the way he had perked up. Those dimples were serious weapons against your ability to hold a grudge. You held out your hand. "I'm [y/n], and I do not steal packages."

Namjoon laughed, a low, rich sound that you felt vibrate in your stomach, and took your hand in a firm, warm grip.

"I'm Namjoon, and I'm an idiot who jumps to crazy conclusions," he said with a grin that deepened the stupidly cute divots in his cheeks. Then he had to let go to save the wobbling plate of cookies from an untimely demise before holding it toward you with a look of chagrin.

You accepted his offering with a laugh, feeling like a warm bubble was floating in your chest. Then you bade your hot, not-asshole neighbor goodbye and set the plate on your kitchen table. You peeked under the foil, and decided maybe one cookie before dinner was acceptable. Or maybe two, if –

You took a bite of the soft, delicious looking pastry and immediately spat it out in disgust. What the fuck.

~~~~~

Namjoon Hyung! It worked!

Jin Wait, you actually made the cookies?

Namjoon Yes! They came out perfectly No fires and only a few cracked eggs on my floor!

Jin I'm impressed How'd they taste?

Namjoon Oh fuck

~~~~~

For the second time tonight, your evening was interrupted by unwelcome pounding at your door. You didn't even bother to check who it was this time.

"What do you have this time?" you snarled through the door, wondering if it was worth it to open it so you could strangle Namjoon's handsome neck. "Oreos with toothpaste filling?"

The knocking ceased, and a small, timid voice spoke up on the other side of the wood.

"Oh… you had one…"

"Unfortunately," you said shortly, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep his woebegone tone from softening your ire.

"I was hoping you hadn't yet," he wheezed through the door. "I forgot to taste them before I gave them to you."

He sounded sincere, and suddenly you realized he was speaking through pants, as if he was out of breath.

"Did you run all the way up here to warn me?" you asked in surprise, mollified enough to unlock your door and open it to reveal a rumpled looking Namjoon, bent over with his hands on his knees.

"Yeah – I didn't want to wait for the elevator," he replied, red-cheeked from exertion. "I'm sorry, I'm actually a disaster cook but I really thought I did a good job this time."

You felt your lips twitch into a smile at the imagine of tall, handsome Namjoon tasting a cookie and then immediately bolting up however many flights of stairs to stop you from eating them. What a clumsy idiot. A clumsy, adorable idiot.

"Do you want some water?" you asked, stepping aside to invite him in.

"That would be amazing," he gasped, giving you a grateful look as he walked inside. As he passed you, you noticed a few beads of sweat rolling down his temple. He really was even more attractive up close.

You directed him to sit on your couch as you grabbed a glass of water, and he picked up the book you had left on your coffee table.

"Oh, you read Murakami?" he asked as he looked at the cover. "I haven't read this one yet, is it any good?"

"It's my first, actually," you replied as you set the glass in front of him, sitting on the couch a respectable distance away. "I think he presents ideas of loneliness and intimacy in interesting ways. Does he always write the women as accessories to the male protagonists, though?"

"Haha… unfortunately, yes," Namjoon agreed, his dangerous dimples making another appearance as he smiled apologetically at you. "Do you read a lot?"

"I try, but not as much as I used to," you said with a sigh, letting your head fall back to rest on the back of your couch. "After work sometimes I'm too mentally exhausted to do anything but exist."

"But you still bring your floor's packages up?" Namjoon said in surprise, turning his wide chest towards you and giving you his full attention. You tried not to stare at the way his pecs strained against his plain white shirt, but between his body and his face there was nowhere safe for your gaze to land.

"It's not like it's that much extra effort," you said with a shrug. "Why wouldn't I when it's easy?"

"It wouldn't even cross most peoples' minds to do it," Namjoon replied, eyes locked on yours and making your cheeks feel warm. "You're a nice person, [y/n]."

"I-it's really not a big deal," you said feebly, your chest fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. You cast about your mind for a change in subject, because the way he was smiling at you was dangerous for your heart. "How did you fuck up those cookies so spectacularly, anyway?"

Your question worked to take that piercing gaze off of you, and Namjoon turned a pretty shade of pink as he looked down at his knees.

"I uh – I'm really not sure," he muttered in embarrassment, making you want to coo at how cute he was.

"Did you… follow a recipe?" you asked in consternation, watching his cheeks grow even redder.

"I… yeah, but…" he mumbled, eyes glancing around before settling on the glass of water. He grabbed it and took a large swig, and you did your best to ignore the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.

"But?" you urged, amusement lacing your voice as this once-asshole stammered and squirmed uncomfortably on your sofa.

"Why wouldn't more vanilla extract make it taste better?" Namjoon whined, making you put your hand over your mouth to hide a snort.

"Oh my god, you didn't," you giggled, his chagrined pout doing as much to endear him to you as the previous half our combined. "It also tasted like you switched salt for sugar."

"Dammit," he groaned, flopping backwards so he was oddly contorted on the couch, feet still on the ground but his hips twisted so his back was laying on your cushions. His knees knocked against yours and he shot back up with an apologetic look, but all you could do was laugh harder.

"My friend who gave me the recipe was just impressed I didn't burn anything down," he sighed, though he seemed relieved that you looked more amused than irritated.

"You… you really don't cook, do you?" you chortled, scooting a little closer so you could nudge his shoulder with yours.

"I'm your stereotypical bachelor," he replied with a sigh, draping an arm behind you, across the back of the couch. You felt your heart flutter again at the smooth combination of the physical action with the way he confirmed he was single.

"So no pretty ladies – or men – to teach you?" you teased, leaning further into his body. He met your eyes with his warm gaze, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"Nope," he murmured, arm slipping off the sofa to rest lightly atop your shoulders, so precarious that it was clear he was half-expecting you to shrug him off.

"I guess that means I should invite you to stay for dinner," you said with a smile, enjoying the ego boost when his eyes brightened.

"No pretty men – or ladies – who would be upset by that?" he hedged, those dastardly dimples making their reappearance as he leaned closer, gaze flickering to your lips. His arm slipped lower to hug your waist, and you let him pull you closer.

"Only one who would be upset if you refused," you murmured with a smirk, tangling your fingers in his shirt as you tugged him toward you.

His lips were warm against yours, even softer than they looked, and you let out a pleased sigh as you melted into his firm chest. A low groan rumbled from his throat, sending warm tingles shooting from your chest through your limbs, and you sucked his plump lower lip between your teeth.

"I really just thought you were a hot asshole," you said with a laugh, pulling away despite the heat beginning to settle in your core.

"I mean, I was definitely an asshole," he mumbled, cheeks pink as his gaze stayed glued to your lips. Then his eyes widened. "Uh, h-hot?"

You snorted at his surprise, giving him a very obvious once over. Namjoon's face flamed even redder, which was absolutely adorable.

"Have you seen yourself?" you teased, letting your hands rest on his shoulders.

"Nah, too busy looking at you," he replied quietly, and it was your turn to be flustered. How had he turned the tables like that so quickly?

"Ha ha," you said awkwardly, cursing yourself for your inability to formulate a coherent response. He was supposed to be the idiot, not you. At your response, those dimples made their reappearance, and you stood up to prevent yourself from melting into a gooey puddle.

"Anyway, I'm gonna start dinner."

You said it in a rush, in the hopes that Namjoon didn't realize how giddy he was making you.

"Oh! Let me help!"

He began to get up from the couch, and you promptly shoved him back down.

"For the love of god, please don't," you teased with a laugh, pressing a kiss on his nose to ease the sting of your words. "Just sit there and look pretty. Moral support."

Namjoon smiled back at you, eyes warm and affectionate, and you wondered if you would even be able to focus properly while this mancake was lounging on your couch.

"As you wish."

~~~~~

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something new | myg

Summary: yoongi wants to try a new position but the insecurities you have about your weight has you questioning if you should even try. (nsfw 18+)

Pairing: yoongi x curvy f. reader

Genre: fluff, smut, and a bit of angst

Word Count: 2,974 (one-shot)

Warnings: weight insecurities, french kissing, fingering, face riding (female receiving.), yoongi being the sweetest, loving, supportive boyfriend ever, and cheesy jokes.

Date Posted: 6/24/2020 est

A/N: special thanks to my friend @fuckyeahkpopandanime ! Her fic, Sit On My Face, inspired me to write this!

Enjoy!

"I wanna try that."

The moment Yoongi's words slice through the awkward air of the living room, your lashes fluster in shock, heat pooling the rounds of your cheeks and mouth hanging ajar as you arch an appalled brow. Your head turns, slowly gazing in your boyfriend's direction, hoping to discover any signs of humor behind his words. However, astonished by your findings, Yoongi wasn't the least bit joking.

His jet eyes fixated on the pornographic scene display across the flatscreen. His thick brow cocked temptingly, as his tongue drags lecherously across the smirk of his lip. You had witnessed that lustrous expression on Yoongi before. A face that only meant he was to fulfill the sexual desires spewing within his mind.

Still silent and slightly embarrassed by the adult content displayed before you, somehow, your eyes couldn't move away. You watch as the female lead, moans out her lover's name in a needy whimper, her fingers toying with her hardened nipples, creamy thighs saddling her lover's face as she rode out her pleasure on his tongue. "D-don't stop." She whines, promptly bouncing on the man's mouth as though her life depended on it.

Your mind riddles, undecided. Wondering if it was best to simply pretend you didn't hear a word, Yoongi said or indulge into his tempting curiosity. Nevertheless, the longer the erotic scene played, the more your body sizzled like an animal in heat. Now curious in wonder what it would feel like to have your boyfriend's soft lips latch onto the hood of your clit, face to ride his plush mouth.

Realizing you were allowing your hormones to get the better of you, you hastily clap your thighs closed, hoping it would ease the desperate tension dancing within your core. Anxious, you swallow down the dryness of your throat, nervous fingers fiddling with your sundress's fabric. Your ears burn at the lewd sounds of moist pussy and needy moans rippling throughout the room. You want to speak up and admit to your boyfriend that you'd like to try the obscene sex position as well; however, something was halting you in your tracks.

The actress's perfectly crafted body held no match to your own. Her creamy mounds flawlessly perked, toned abdomen molded into an impeccable hourglass, and a set of slender ivory thighs. Looking as though she weighed next to nothing compared to your curvy physique.

True, you were slightly considered to be overweight. With a pair of thick thighs attached to your abdomen and an ass you had to wiggle to squeeze into your favorite jeans, you were far from the ideal shape of the woman on screen. Even though you wanted to try, you would hate for your weight to put Yoongi in a predicament where your curvaceousness would suffocate him to death. You can imagine the headlines now, 'Cause of man's death due to his girlfriend's oversized thighs.' You grossly shiver at the tragic image playing throughout your mind.

"Y/N..." Yoongi drags out the rhythm of your name curiously as his fingers trace up the skin of your thigh, leaving behind a trail of heat and goosebumps. "Did you hear what I said?" The tone of your boyfriend's husk voice, curious with a hint of fervor.

Your teeth sink into the flesh of your lip because, in fact, you most certainly heard his coveted request. With his veiny palm tempting so dangerously up your inner thigh, it was getting harder to convince your body to pretend as if nothing were the matter. You cough awkwardly, clearing the drought from your throat. "I-I ah...I heard you." Your stiff body, not daring to look into the direction of your boyfriend.

"So then..." Yoongi slips his body closer to yours on the couch. His lips finding a place on your jaw, placing small kisses along the line. "I want you...". His digits craftly slip under the fabric of your dress, mint breath casting over the sensitive spot of your ear as his husk voice whispers, "to sit on my face while I eat you for dinner, love."

Yoongi's carnal words cause your breath to catch in your throat, along with throbbing walls of erotic muscle to clenching around nothing. Holy hell, your boyfriend had a way with words that always seemed to rev you up like a Japanese sports car. With a lustrous shiver racing up your spine, you knew you couldn't hide your desires much longer.

His finger reaches the area of his truest desire, index sliding up the moist cloth of your panties, applying minor pressure to the areas he knew you'd want most. "You can't play hard to get when your sweet pussy is already wet for me, y/n" Yoongi pulls your panties to the side, carefully slipping a finger between your wet folds.

Your body betrays you, lashes fluttering, irises rolling, and head, knocking back as Yoongi slowly worked between your flesh, sending an electric wave of heat throughout your body. "I-...I'm just scared, is all." With your voice shaky and in a whimper, you're surprised you were even able to confess your emotion.

Yoongi's greedy actions between your thighs come to an abrupt stop the second you voice a concern. He's quick to remove his finger from inside you, fearful of proceeding in an action you wanted no part in. "W-what are you scared of?" Yoongi rakes his fingers through his raven-hair anxiously, shaking his head in disbelief of himself. "Did I do something wrong to you? D..did I make you uncomfortable?... Fuck!" He slaps his palm across his forehead, disgusted with his perverted actions. "I shouldn't have touched you, I..."

"No, no, no!" Hushing Yoongi's apology, you aid your distressed boyfriend by placing soft hands over his. "Yoongi, it's not that." You correct. "It's just..." Sighing heavily, your lashes flutter shut, preparing yourself for the wave of embarrassment that would soon be endured. "It's just... I'm too heavy!" You blurt out, hoping the faster you speak, the quicker the conversation would end.

Yoongi bats his eyes in disbelief, arching a baffled brow as the corner of his mouth tilts oddly. "What...?" He questions, however, the man indeed comprehended what you had said. Merely a matter of him unbelieving, you would exclaim such a thing. "You don't want to sit on my face because you think you're too heavy?" His hooded, jet eyes piercing puzzledly into yours.

Your lips clamp tightly into a line, head held low in shame of yourself. "I don't think." You mutter matter-factly. "I know that I'm too heavy." Gazing down, you stair at the blobs of flesh you call thighs, observing how they expand in size every time you partake in a seat. You hate to admit it, but you've seen the girls Yoongi dated in the past in which none of them shaped like you. Still baffled at how the handsome, Min Yoongi even found you attractive enough to date.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, releasing a disappointed sigh. "First of all," He starts, grabbing your soft hands to hold. "You're not as heavy as you think." He says, placing a kiss on the back of your wrist. "Secondly, how dare you assume I'm not strong enough to support my woman." He jokes cutely with his signature pout. "I have you know, I can bench 250." He takes a moment to humorously boast.

Even with your mind clustered with insecurities, you can't help but giggle at Yoongi's comedic, prideful words. "Yeah, but..."

"No, buts!" He exclaims with a playful attitude, silencing your uncertainties. "I love you and every single thing about you." Yoongi leans in, puckering a kiss atop of your forehead. "I love your soft skin." A kiss was placed on your cheek. "I love your lips." Another on your lips only to maneuver his knees to the ground, body parked between your legs with adoring eyes. "Your stomach." Yoongi leans in slow, pressing his plush lips against the fabric of your torso. "Every single curve." He settles his hands on the waves of your hourglass, tracing down the trail of dips leading out to your hips. "Especially your thighs." His warm palms sway up the plush of your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze before settling a kiss across the skin.

Your heart tugs as a warmth of tenderness blossoms throughout your body. The man kneeling before you was made up of the purest perfection. With lips that kissed away all of your insecurities, hands that showed you what it means to be loved, and large twinkling eyes of infatuation. You wonder what good deed you could have possibly done in your past life to deserve a man like Min Yoongi. "I love you too, Yoongi." A joyous tear swelling at the corner of your eye but never daring to fall.

"I understand if this is something you don't want to try." His soft hands take hold of yours once again, gazing with affectionate understanding. "I just wanted to try a new way of pleasuring you, and it's perfectly fine that you don't want to t-"

"Yoongi." You say his name, halting the rest of his apology. For a moment, his lost eyes stutter with confusion; however, you smile, tightening your hold on his hands in assurance. "I would love to try that position with you." You bashfully announce.

Stunned, Yoongi's brows arch, ears burning, and eyes shining like a child on Christmas morning. "Really?" He questions, unbelievingly.

You nod with a giggle, dimples piercing through your cheeks. "Yes."

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Still settled between your legs, Yoongi stiffens up, latching his plush lips onto yours for a passionate kiss.

Your lashes flutter as your boyfriend his magic across your lips, fingers threading through the backs of his undercut hair. "Yoongi," You whine, reminding yourself that you were fully aroused with no need for pre-game. "Just take off my dress." You word in a hush.

Yoongi groans at your response, breaking for a breath. "Shit. Okay." Needy hands grasping the hem of your dress, yanking the fabric over your head just as he had done many times before. "Your ass looks fuckin' great in that sundress, by the way. Whoever said Covid ruined sundress season was a fuckin' lie." His breathy tone confessing out.

Your mouth blurts out a laugh. Yoongi always seemed to be quite the comedic before intercourse. "Shuddup, and take off my bra." You humorously badger.

Yoongi sinks his teeth into his lips with a smirk. "Don't have to tell me twice." Voice, playful with a hint of desire as he snakes his fingers to the strap of your bra, unsnapping the troublesome piece of fabric.

Your breast bounce free, perked nipples hardened by the exposure of the cool air of the living room. Yoongi had witnessed your bare chest what felt like a million times by now, though somehow, he still managed to fixate upon them as if your breast were God's greatest gift known to man. Well, to Yoongi, they most certainly were. "S-so..." Even with your boyfriend’s hungry eyes feasting your naked view, you felt nervous at the idea of venturing into unchartered territory. "Ah. How do we do this?"

Your shaken question snaps Yoongi from his daze. "Oh, um." Slightly flustered himself, Yoongi gestures your attention back to the television. "I guess like that." The actress is displayed across the screen. Her panting moans echoing through the speakers, pink lips dropped in the shape of an -o-, bouncing on her partner's face.

A red burn of embarrassment bursts across your face, quickly grabbing the remote, turning off the movie. You inhale a heavy breath before slowly releasing it, reminding yourself that there was no need for worries or insecurities as long as you were with Yoongi. "Alright, let's do this."

Eager to get things started, Yoongi drops himself in a lying position across the couch, a gummy grin plastered across his cheeks. "Come to daddy." He demands in a joking manner though somehow, you felt he was serious.

"I'm coming, gosh." You stand from the couch, stepping out of your panties, feeling the coldness of being fully nude. "Let me know if I hurt you, or if you can't breathe."

Yoongi's eyes roll because, how many times were you going to be concerned about him when today was supposed to be about you. "I'll be fine." Dragging out the sentence in an exhausted huff. "Now, come sit on my face so I can give you this tongue technology."

You chuckle at your boyfriend's play on words. No one ever believes that the stoic, passive, Min Yoongi is this talkative behind closed doors. "Alright, I'm coming. Gosh." You say, waddle your knees across the couch, hovering your pussy above Yoongi's face. You watch as your boyfriend eyes down your glistening core with a wicked smirk. "S-so do I just sit down, or..."

“Just come here already.” Inpatient, Yoongi takes a handful of your thighs, snatching your frame down on his eager face.

The nervous system in your body awakes from a pulse of electric pleasure. Yoongi's talented tongue, working slowly between the folds of your sensitive flesh, getting you used to the newly found position. "S-shit." Your hands grip onto the couch, nails digging into the fabric for support. "F-feels good~."

You could feel the vibration of Yoongi groaning into your wet pussy. His wet tongue slapping across unchartered territory he wasn't able to venture before, taking advantage of the opportunity to please his girlfriend.

“Fuck, Yoongi~...” A wave of heat zipped throughout your body, causing your head to knock back in pleasure. “How the fuck are you so good at this?” His crafty skills being unmatched to any other man in your past.“Shit~”

Yoongi latches his lips to the hood of your clitoris, harshly sucking the sensitive flesh, sending your spirit into a blissful overdrive. “Mhmmm, so good~” Without your knowledge, your hips start to rock, hands slip up your torso to the rounds of your hardened nipples, teasing, and playing with the flesh to increase stimulation.

If you didn’t know any better, Yoongi was smirking between your pussy lips. Always so cocky when it came to fucking or pleasing you. “Y-you’re enjoying this, too, huh?” You glance down at his jet eyes laced with lust.

You could feel Yoongi nod joyously, in reply.

Using what breath you had left, you manage a chuckle. “W-well then, keep it up, I’m about to.....” Catching you mid-sentence, your abdomen's muscles begin to tighten, throbbing walls clenching around nothing as your thighs start to tremble. "Cum." You finish your sentence with a throaty breath, bouncing on Yoongi's tongue, hoping to soon reach your euphoric goal.

Taking notice of your approaching orgasm, Yoongi's strong palms capture you in place, tongue slurping at devilish speeds to proceed with your delightful pleasure.

"A-almost!" You can feel the familiar tingle slip up your spine as your back arches, lips prying open as you whimper Yoongi's name, sweat trickling across the skin of your hairline and thick arouses glisten down your thighs. "Yoongi, Fuck!" With one final cry escaping your voice, your climax released into your lover's mouth. Bursts of color fog your sight as your vibrating body snatches you for a trip to utopia. "mmm." You hum in an exhausting delight, tired body collapsing on the couch. "That was fun."

"I agree." Yoongi nods, pulling himself up while wiping your dripping arousal from his lips and chin. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

Gazing up at the ceiling, you take a moment to maintain your breathing. "I'm glad we tried it." Your cum streaming down your thighs, but your weary body, too fatigued to move.

Before you could notice your boyfriend had left, Yoongi walks back into the room, damp washcloth in hand. He takes a seat between your parted legs, onyx eyes tender as he diligently tended to the mess between your thighs.

You raise on your elbows, examining the attentive man before you, chest exploding with warmth. "Thank you, Yoongi." Your gratitude, as soft as a cloud.

Your words rip Yoongi from his concentration, jet eyes blinking curiously. “You don’t have to thank me, y/n, I always take care of you after sex.” His lips curve in his signature pout.

You shake your head. “No, not that.” You pull yourself up, crossing your legs as you prompted directly in front of Yoongi. “Thank you for loving me. All of me.”

The corners of Yoongi’s eyes crinkle as his lips pull into a gummy smile. He shakes his head because there wasn’t even a need for you to thank him. “No, thank you for loving me.” His arms pull your naked frame into his embrace. Your head resting on his shoulder as he places a kiss on the top of your head. “Now, as much as I love having you naked. Let’s get you showered and dressed.”

As you attempt to move from Yoongi’s lap, your sensitive core brushes against the hard erection, protruding from your boyfriend's sweatpants. So wrapped up in your own desires, you forgot to tend to your boyfriend's needs. "Or..." You temptingly drag your finger across the outline of his length. "I can take care of you instead." Tongue dancing seductively across your lip, digit circling around the tip of his fathead.

Yoongi swallows hard. "Fuck~" His head knocking back, a shiver of temptation slithering up his spin from your touch. Yoongi was perfectly fine with keeping things about you tonight: however, if you were offering, he was never one to deny you. "I think I like that idea." He murmurs, eyes in a hypnotizing daze.

A twinkle of dominance sparkles within your eyes as your fingers untie the strings of his gray sweatpants. “Good, because I’d love to eat you for dinner too.”

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 3 years

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“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.” and "I'm not leaving you here." with Taehyung please :)))

BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUP.

@thebangtancloud-blog

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: Post Breakup Ouchies, Alluding to Sexual Assault (it's never said outright)

The soft knock at the door to your chambers has you glancing up from where you sit in front of your mirror, your busy ladies in waiting pausing in their ministrations to glance to you for what they should do next.

You wave a hand toward the door, expression not changing. "Open it."

One of your maids rushes to do your bidding, as you sigh heavily and stare at your eyes-all too empty-in the reflection before you, another one of your ladies already moving back to finish twisting up your hair.

You flick your bored gaze up to the new occupant of your suite, and you feel your heart stutter to a painful heart in your chest.

"Leave us." You command instantly, voice sharp, and the ladies bow their heads and scurry to leave the room.

When there is no one left but the two of you, and the flickering, dying flames of the candles-lighting the darkening room in warm yellow light-you force yourself to stand and turn, coming eye to eye with the man who stands in the middle of your room.

You try not to glance down the length of his body-though its hidden behind layers of heavy armor-as you swallow hard and say as strongly as you can muster, "What are you doing here?"

Taehyung cocks his head at your words, and his lips twitch, as if he wants to smile, but can't quite bring himself to. He lets a hand slide down to rest on the hilt of his sword. "Are you telling me you don't want to see me, my lady?"

"You know I don't."

If your words have any effect on the knight standing tall before you, he doesn't show it, staring you down with a new light of challenge in his eyes.

"Then prove it."

You have to stop yourself from shrinking under the weight of his words, and instead, straighten your shoulders and stretch to your full height. "I don't want you here, Taehyung." Your words are starting to lack conviction, and you both sense it.

He steps toward you. "I know that's not true." His caramel irises are swirls of softness and emotions that he's not saying and you can't look him in the eye.

"You cannot be here." You hiss out, reaching toward him to push him toward the door, or simply push him away from you, you're not sure, but either way, you can't move the solid man from in front of you.

He captures your hands in his, and you shiver at the touch of his fingers. His eyes are intense now, and you find you can't look away, breath caught in your throat.

With all the willpower you can muster, you pull out of his grasp and turn back toward the mirror, trying to force your heart to stop pounding, trying to force the air back into your lifeless lungs.

"Don't look at me like that."

You plant your hands palm down on the vanity table and try your best not to think of the swirling honey eyes that have not left your back.

"Like what?" He asks quietly, and you hear his armor jangle as he takes a step-presumably toward you.

You look up, and your eyes lock with his in the mirror.

"Like you still love me."

Taehyung laughs-but it's not happy, not mirthful-and his lips twist into the hint of a sardonic smile. "I can't look at you any other way, my lady, because I do indeed still love you."

"This was a mistake." You whip around and move to push past him, to do what, you're not sure. Maybe open the door? Call for the guards? Anything but have to look him in the face, anything to avoid acknowledging the old feelings that are rising up inside the longer you stay in his presence.

Long fingers loop around your wrist, stopping your movements.

"Let go of me." You grind out between clenched teeth, trying to shake the knight's strong grip from your wrist, but failing.

"No." Taehyung's eyes flash with fire, as you stare each other down, mere feet apart, his fingers still tightly encircling your wrist like an unwanted bracelet. "I'm not going to let you marry him. You don't love him."

It's your turn to laugh now-that same sardonic, chilling laugh-that does nothing to hide the defeat in your eyes or the exhaustion in your tone.

"Love?" You quip back sourly, glaring up at him. "Marriages among nobles are not about love. They're about politics. Nothing more."

"Maybe so." Taehyung replies back just as sharply, and you swear, his fingers are starting to burn a ring around your wrist where they still touch your skin. The angry spark is practically molten in his dark eyes now. "But you can't possibly be thinking of marrying him after what he did to you."

His words feel like a cold knife sliding between the spaces of your ribs, aimed straight for your heart.

You try not to let the words put images in your head-try not to think back to that night-when you were scared and afraid and absolutely unable to do anything but submit, even though your body and mind were screaming out for you to do something, screaming out at every touch of his fingers on your skin.

Run! Hide! Do Something!

The way his fingers had felt-disgusting, vile, hurtful-were nothing like the way Taehyung's fingers had felt-warm, soft, caring, loving.

You glance up at Taehyung then, noting now that he has released your wrist, and you wonder why, but then you feel the hot sting of a tear slip down the skin of your cheek, and see the way he's looking at you-with almost pity-and you steel your resolve and place the cold mask back over your features.

I'm sorry. But it has to be this way.

"Get out." You say quietly, forcefully, and step back from him, leaving the path to the door wide open. "Please." You add, and you're afraid he's heard the wobble now creeping into your tone.

Taehyung's features fall into an expression on the edge of resigned, but there's still the fire in his eyes-brewing just beneath the surface-as his hand once again falls to his sword. "I'll leave." His words don't give you the relief you had thought they would. "For now." He adds, and his voice is almost menacing, as he backs toward the door to your chambers, his eyes never leaving your own.

"I'm not leaving you here." He says, as his hand rests on the doorknob, and his words are strong, and resonate like a promise. "Mark my words, my lady, I will be back for you."

His dark eyes flash, and you suddenly feel something akin to comfort creep across your skin at the look he pins on you, though there is something dangerous beneath his next words, and you know you should feel frightened.

"And I will make him pay. For everything."

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chikenlititle · 4 years

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UnSkiMasked?

Part One

MafiaJimin x you

You were so perfect in Jimin's eyes once. But when growing up and joining gangs came along to play all was forgotten until you ended up getting roped into joins awful life and lifestyle. The truth was out and you had a couple of things to say.

Authors Note: throughout this story, I show Madison beer gifs cause she was originally my OC for this story until I changed it.

It all came about so slowly.

The screaming, the glass shattering, the pictures on the wall falling off on purpose on accident which thinking back on now neither really matter and neither did I really remember even happening but it did.

I never went back to kade after that big quarrel between the two of us. I knew it would just make the situation in itself dreadful than it already was. It was the usual he thought I was cheating or something and then we would fight.

But it never was like this, I had always cried when we fought which would cause kade to feel bad and we would “make up”. But I didn’t cry this time which meant there was no end until I left. Packed all my shit and left.

Now I have just been living out at Reagan's house and constantly going to The LIV.

The LIV was a bar that Reagan’s brother had owned, and now that I basically live with her LIV is my home away from home. Living with Reagan wasn’t my first choice. I hate her guts but I really had no other choice, I was dead to my family after a massive fight with my sister over Kade and well Jimin was.

Jimin was.

God knows where but that was beside the point. Reagan and I weren’t exactly pals until now I guess but there is peace between us even though I still don’t like her and I know damn well she doesn’t like me. I wouldn't call the two of us fake towards each other.

What am I saying that’s exactly what we are. But otherwise, my life has been pretty decent. For the most part I guess.

Realistically it has been shit but in my mind, my life is absolutely incredible, scratch that it was mildly pleasant for the sake of my mind. That was until well, I was at the right place at the wrong time.

“EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND NOW!”

A loud masculine voice had been heard throughout LIV. I instantly drop from the bar stool on to the ground. My legs tremble in worry.

The 5 men in ski masks and all-black suits stomp around the club with guns and bags. They approach the dance floor and point their guns upward shooting the ceiling.

Then they began shooting people.

I had looked behind me and Reagan’s brother had been shot from one of the men who were behind him. I had locked eyes with him. His shoulders were loosening up.

“HEY GET THAT ONE.” Two men walked in front of me with large guns.

I shake my head and back up into the table.

“Wait.”

The man behind me talks to the men in front of me and speaks to them in.

Korean?

The man that was previously behind me had walked in front of me and yanked my arm and jerked me up.

“Wait please no!” I pleaded to the man grabbing my arm as he dragged me outside of the club and into the front seat of a black limousine.

“Please I didn’t do anything.” I continue to beg until he puts his hand on my mouth.

His other hand his taking off his ski mask.

My eyes widened as he slowly took the rest of it off his head and put it in his pocket

”JIMIN!?”

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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“He can like ....get it ...” Taehyung Mini smut drabble

This is random...idk where this came from but here ya go!Well lies..Tae at the Grammys is the devil! Legit sitting at Starbucks and this blurts out of my brain...unedited typed straight from my iPhone !

You didn't know a damn thing about him initially,not even his name...all you knew is he was fine as fuck. His mint green hair dusting his forehead...resting against his warm olive complexion. As he spent the night eye fucking you from across the room, eyes tempting you to come play with him. “Oh my god…” Nails clawing into his clothed thighs , as your eyes hit the back of your head, choking out a faint cry as you instantly remembered you were in the bathroom stall of a restaurant in downtown LA. It felt like every inch of your body was set ablaze as his tip teased at your entrance, halting almost immediately once he felt how tight you were. Walls not flexing enough to let him in comfortably, the grip on his thighs got tighter. Lips calming the back of your neck ...already knowing what you needed “Shhh..I know baby.. I know..” The deep gravel in his voice coming out as a whisper as he coaxed against the side of your neck. Letting his tongue tease the skin beneath your ear...bringing his fingers over to your lips. Lapping your tongue around them making sure they were as wet as possible as you already knew where they were going. Moaning out against his fingers..as you tried to steady your breathing….”That's it...get my fingers nice and wet…” placing a couple kisses against your temple. Whispering out praises against the side of your neck...telling you how good you were doing, how beautiful you look,how warm your pussy felt. Letting his fingers connect to your clit which was already pulsing, fuck you were already so sensetive. Moving in swift circles, you could physically hear how wet you were getting, applying steady pressure which allowed him to ease in completely. You could feel him easing his way through your walls..inch by inch slowly pushing you open..as you molded yourself around him. If you didn't know any better you’d think he was sitting in your throat, it wasn't that he was aborobaly lenthly he was just the perfect combination of length and girth. There wasn't enough time for proper foreplay and he knew he was a lot to take in, caring just as much about your release as his own. Even in siutations like this, theres a clear diffeence between a man and a boy when it comes sex. Making sure you were good and wet before he ruined you the way he’s wanted since you walked in. “That’s it baby..relax..I got you...god I can’t wait to feel you come all over my dick” Growling into the nape of your neck letting his teeth dig deep into your flesh..he learned very quickly how much you loved to be bit. By now the side of your neck was all arayes of pinks and purples, leaving you with a little..reminder to take home. The more he worked you, the more you opened up, the sting was long gone suddenly feeling light headed upon realizing how full you were “Fuckkk…you feel so good, so fucking good” Reclining your neck against his shoulder as you slouched down completely causing him to lean back into the wall of the stall. Knees bent slightly as he slouched against it while you basically sat on his lap. “Gooddmn your so tight baby...I can’t even move or else I’ll come inside your tight little pussy...fuck…” Gripping the back of your neck, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before lacing his tongue with yours. Both of you moaning against each others tongues as you tried to adjust to how tight you felt around him. Still not able to stop yourself from milking him, involuntary clenching continuously, you could feel yourself dripping down his balls. You heard the bathroom door open..and someone walk into the stall next to you, you could feel him smiling into the kiss. Suddenly the grip on your waist got tighter, you felt him slide out slowly, and it was like all the air was being sucked out of you before abruptly slamming back in. The squeal that left your throat was loud enough to damn near echo out into the hallway, a dark arrogant chuckle left his lips as readjusted himself. Standing up completely forcing you to arch slightly bracing both of your hands on the wall in front of you. “God, I;m about to ruin this pretty little pussy baby..fuck I’m gonna fuck you so good I'll have to carry you back to your table...…” Pushing your dress higher up your stomach as he dug his nails into your ass rolling his hips into yours at a deep steady pace, almost making your knees buckle not even caring to be quiet anymore..he felt too fucking good! Only adding to current state ecstasy as he brought his hand back down to circle your clit.

The first time I heard about BTS was at the BBMA last year and the title was legit how I felt about Tae lol

If you guys enjoyed it lemme know love you as always !!

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