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“Made For Me”
Yoongi x Plus Size Reader
Summary: Yoongi comes home super needy, that’s it. It’s just pwp.
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(fem receiving), unprotected sex(pls don’t do that), hair pulling,
mentions of color system, swearing, not proofread
A/N: No thoughts, head empty, just horny, needy Yoongi. You’re welcome.(this was also partially
requested, so thank you to the lovely anon who motivated me to finish this!)
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You were stood at the kitchen sink, washing a few stray dishes, when you heard the front door
open and close.
“Y/n?” Yoongi called.
“In here.” You called over your shoulder.
No more than a few seconds later, a pair of strong arms slinked around your waist, a grin
spread across your face as you felt him let out a contented sigh as he pressed himself to your
back.
“Hi.” Yoongi said lowly in your ear.
“Hey.” You chuckled, leaning back into his embrace slightly. “How was your day?”
“Long.” He replied, brushing your hair aside so he could press a kiss to the side of your neck.
“Kept thinking ‘bout you.”
“Really? What about?”
“How much I missed you, how much I love you, how good you felt last night.” His voice dropped
as he spoke, a shiver running up your spine as he trailed his fingers across your stomach.
You turned your head to meet his hooded stare, allowing him to draw your lips into a slow,
languid kiss, his tongue immediately probing into your mouth and earning a weak noise from
you, spurring the growing warmth in your belly.
Slowly, he pulled away, looking up at you with dark eyes.
"C'mon." He whispered, taking your hand.
"Where are we going?" You asked in an equally soft tone, feigning ignorance.
"You know damn well." He said, making you giggle at his impatience. It wasn’t a side of him you
got to see often.
He was forward when it came to initiating sex, yes, but he would usually take more time to wind
you up, taking a great deal of pleasure from teasing you til you were as desperate as he was.
Granted, it never took much to get you there, but still.
Leading you into the bedroom, he released his hold on your hand just long enough to pull the
curtains, darkening the room just enough and giving that extra feeling of security that he knew
you preferred.
“Now, where were we?” He asked, coming back to where you waited at the foot of the bed,
watching him carefully. Once he was close enough, you pulled him in for another deep kiss,
earning a pleased sound from him as you let your hands wander as his did, removing layers of
clothing and caressing the newly revealed expanses of your bodies.
"So fucking soft." His lips dragged along your skin as he spoke, gripping onto the fullness of
your sides as he kissed along the line of your shoulder, drifting down towards your chest.
"Yoongi." You breathed, not trusting your voice as he pushed you to lie back on the bed, now
only in your bra and panties, catching you off guard as he knelt between your legs, rather than
looming over you as he tended to do when he was in these moods.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.” He soothed, his breath
ghosting over your skin, making you shiver and clench around nothing.
“But first, I want you to suffocate me with these fucking thighs.” He growled, squeezing the soft
flesh appreciatively in his rough hands.
He leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to your heat before licking a stripe over your underwear,
making your breath catch in your throat.
“Can never get enough of this pussy.” He murmured, hooking his fingers into material to pull
them down, letting out a shaky breath as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.
“Already so wet, and I’ve barely done anything. Are you really always this needy for me?”
“Yes.” You admitted, not caring that he was trying to tease you, you just wanted him to do
something, anything. “Yoongi, please.”
“Hmm, since you said please.” He leaned in again, licking another stripe through your folds,
humming at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He teased your clit lightly, kissing and
licking the sensitive bud gently before sealing his lips around it and sucking harshly, causing
your hips to buck up into his face.
“Fuck!” You squirmed as he continued his ministrations, but he held you in place, hooking his
arms around your legs to keep you from moving around too much.
He repeated the pattern of teasing licks and suction a few more times before slipping a finger in,
making you whine slightly, needing more, but knowing if you were too impatient, he would give
you nothing.
Luckily, he could read your body like a book, adding a second finger as he pumped into your
squelching heat, curling them upwards slightly to find the spot that made your head fall back as
you let out another choked whine.
“I’m-, fuck, I’m close.” You said, hands coming down to tug at his hair.
He hummed against you, the reverberations sending you toppling over the edge, moaning his
name and rutting against his face as you came.
He worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, only stopping when he felt you twitch
from sensitivity, pulling away to smirk at you, wiping the sheen of your arousal from his mouth
and chin with the back of his hand before coming up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself
on his tongue.
“Turn over.” He ordered as you parted, his voice still soft despite the lustful rasp in it.
With shaky limbs, you rolled over onto all fours, letting him manhandle you slightly as he moved
you into the position he wanted.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He growled, leaning over you, kneading your ass as he ground his
hips against yours teasingly, letting you feel his hard length rub along your wet folds, collecting
some of your wetness, before suddenly pressing against your entrance and slipping in, not
stopping until he was fully sheathed in your twitching heat.
You moaned in unison at the stretch before he quickly began to set the pace, building up a
tempo that had your tummy tightening again already. Your limbs began to shake, arms quickly
giving out and letting you fall forward with your face in the pillows, muffling your increasing
whines.
Letting out a low growl, Yoongi caught hold of your hair, tugging you back up so that your back
was pressed to his front as he continued to pound into you.
“Fuck, this fucking pussy feels so good.” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours at a near
animalistic pace. “Was fucking made for me, wasn’t it?
“Yoongi.” You whined as you clutched at him for stability, tears slipping down your face.
“Color?” He asked, slowing slightly as he noticed your tears.
“Green, so fucking green.” You panted. “Please, don’t stop.”
He grinned before picking up his pace again, slamming into you harder and making you cry out.
“God, you’re so perfect, can’t believe you’re mine.” He groaned, thrusts growing more frantic
and sporadic as he neared his high.
“Y-yoongi.” You whimpered his name again.
“What is it Doll, hmm?” He asked, feeling you clenching around him. “You need to cum again?”
“Yes!” You gasped. “Please, Yoongi, please!” You were babbling, and Yoongi could tell you were
close to your breaking point.
Slipping a hand around your front, he found your clit and rubbed it
furiously, making you quake beneath him as you came, squeezing him so tight he could barely
move.
“Fuck, Doll!” Pulling out, he quickly jerked himself a few more times before cumming across your
back, painting your skin with splashes of white.
Fatigue setting in quickly, you more or less collapsed on the bed, drifting in and out for a minute,
slowly focusing back in as you felt a calloused hand gently brushing the hair out of your face,
stroking your cheek tenderly.
“There you are.” Yoongi said, a soft smile teasing at the corners of his lips as your eyes focused
on him lying next to you, a blanket now covering the both of you.
“You checked out on me for a minute there.” He said gently. “You okay? How do you feel?”
“Good, tired.” You said, giving him a sleepy grin. “How ‘bout you?”
“Better now.” He said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Can I get you anything?”
You shook your head. “Just hold me?”
“Done.” He said, scooching closer and wrapping his arms around you.
“Thank you.” You said, snuggling against him.
“Thank you.” He replied.
“For what?”
“Everything.” He said. “For loving me, for letting me love you.”
Gosh, you really do turn into the biggest softie after sex, don’t you?” You giggled.
“Agh, nevermind, just go to sleep.” He grumbled, resting his head on yours.
“Yoongi?” You said.
“What?”
“I love you too.”
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Best Of Us
Chapter 24: Alpha Said
Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.
Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader
Warning: {18+ ahead} A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.
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You were walking down your building steps- your hand interlocked with Namjoons as you took a deep breath in. Trying to maintain the level head you had gotten back after you had started to pack your bags.
You were still upset.
Beyond upset.
You felt betrayed-and somewhat dirty and used. Though with the words Namjoon had said to you-so soft and caring and how quickly they tried to fix the way you were feeling it made you feel slightly better. Only slightly. Though you know the moment you saw Yoongi you might scream at the Alpha-hell you will no doubt cry. He felt like an uncertain piece right about now- yet you hope he was willing to fix it. Own up to the mistakes that were made and to work through it-yet you feared that he wouldn’t. The fear of the different stories running through your mind-yet when the window of the car rolled down and you’re met with a bright smile-one that warmed you from your heart out all of the fear went away.
Hoseok’s hair was loose-falling slightly in his eyes, sunglasses being spun around his finger as he smiled a toothy smile your way. His lips looked well bitten as if he had been chewing at them for some time- you saw the way one side was still between his teeth as his eyes met yours. His skin glowed as the sun hit it-it had you smiling softly back as he opened his door quickly-stepping out and pulling you into a tight hug. His minty scent twisted around you, his fingers rubbed into your lower back, his nose brushed under your ear as he pulled away slightly. Eyes looking down at you then to Namjoon you hand still laced with the Omegas as your other one awkwardly laid at your side.
“Have everything you need? All of your meds?” Hoseok whispered as his nose brushed against yours as he slowly pulled away, one hand dropping to his side as the other ones stayed on your waist. You gave him a small nod as you cleared your throat as you took a deep breath in.
“Yeah-made sure I have more than enough-uh also brought some work clothes and my makeup.” You mumble making Hoseok smile brightly as he looks between you and Namjoon as you feel the end of your shirt being rolled between his fingers.
“Good good..that's perfect I cleared some space for you in our closet and Yoongi did in our bathroom.” He pauses at the way you tensed at the mention of the other Alpha. Hoseok quickly cleared his throat as he nodded, pulling away and grabbing the bag over your shoulder. Pulling it over his- he quickly moves back to the car, opening the back seat and placing your bag there as Namjoon quickly moves to sit in the back.
“You get the passenger seat baby.” Namjoon called out, making you huff and nod as you moved around the car-but not before Hoseok opened the door for you. It had you giving a small thank you as you moved to sit down-winced slightly at the slight heat coming from the leather seats onto the back of your thighs.
“Sunglasses..I forgot my sunglasses.” You mumble-a small pout on your lips as Hoseok gets into the driver's seat.
“Hobi probably had an extra set.”
“Extra what?” Hoseok mumbles, his sunglasses already being pushed up onto his nose as he starts to turn the wheel to get out of the spot he was in. Your eyes stayed on him the way the palm of his hand stayed in the wheel-the other against the car door as he took off. It had your mind somewhat racing with not so appropriate thoughts. Though you looked away as his eyes quickly looked back at you.
“Sunglasses.” You mumbled making him hum suddenly his hand was reaching in front of you opening the glove department and reaching-a slick black case was suddenly handed to you as you took it. The sound of the glove department closing had you sighing as you took a sleek black pair of glasses out-then you jumped slightly at the feeling of Hoseok's hand on your thigh as you looked back over at the Alpha. He had a small smirk on his face-that he kept facing forward-and the feeling of his thumb rubbing against the inner part of your thigh had you huffing as you pushed the glasses onto your face.
You kept your eyes facing towards the road-the soft hum of the music as you felt his fingers drum against your skin to the beat. Namjoons scent of peaches and pears mixing with a sugary scent had your eyes closing as Hoseok's minty scent twisted along with it. It was a dream-truly- the way the two scents mixed together just had your mind relaxing as your hand reached down and laced with Hoseok’. The feeling of his warm skiing against your had goosebumps rising on your skin- the feeling of his rough palms resting against yours had you looking over to see the tips of his ears turning bright red. The sound of Namjoons soft chuckle and a low rumbled growl coming from Hoseok's chest had you smiling softly at the two.
“Your hands are huge.” You whisper as you fingers play with his-it had the Alpha letting out a soft breath as Namjoon let out a loud laugh.
“You know what else is big-”
“Namjoon.”
“His dick.” You couldn't help the choked back laughter bubbling from your chest as you heard Namjoons falling in tune with you.
“Namjoon!” Hoseok huffed his hand falling from your as he shook his finger at your face then to the Omega in the back. “Have you learned nothing?” Hoseok mumbled and then you heard him gasp, making you look to see his finger between Namjoons teeth as your daughter started to grow once more as you watched Hoseok take his hand away and shake it out. “I swear you’ll be punished when we get home.” Hoseok growled, making you giggle as his hand moved to lace back with yours. “He’s a little shit.”
“You’re an asshole with a big dick.” Namjoon sassed back making you spit out a laugh as Hoseoks gave your hand a tight squeeze making you stick your tongue out at him. “Anyway-I made sure she stayed in the shorts for you hyung.” His words had Hoseok's chuckling awkwardly as you looked over to see a half shy smile as he cleared his throat.
“I have no idea what he’s talking about.”
“You and Yoongi are the same-”
“Namjoon.”
“No no let him finish.” You intervened as you looked behind you- Namjoons eyes locked with yours as a dimpled smile shining your way.
“They like your thighs-though Hoseoks honestly a boobs guy.”
“Can we stop?”
“You were perfectly happy with her and you teasing about choking me.” Namjoon bit back as you huffed out another laugh. “Also what do you like? Watching?” He asked-eyes moving to look right at you-your peeking up from the sunglasses as you shrug.
“I don't know what you’re walking about.” You paused as you took a deep breath in a face forward. “Plus you’re still in trouble.” Namjoon let out a gasp as Hoseoks started to giggle. “Hey Alpha- you're in just as much trouble too.”
“Well shit.”
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Walking out of the elevator and into the apartment you took a deep breath, in-unknown scents crossed into your path making you freeze. Stumbling into Namjoons chest as you look over your shoulder at him as he smiles at you. Yet it drops as his arm wraps around your shoulders as his nose presses against your cheek.
“Yeah I know- two of the cleaners forgot scent blockers and now our house smells like a mix of them and cleaner.” He grumbled making you nod slowly, leaning back into his hands moving to his arm that had slid from one side of your neck to the other. The two of you waddle deeper into the apartment.
“Yeah I about lost it on that Alpha one-I swear she did it on fucking prepose.” Hoseok grumbled moving past the two of you sitting on the couch as he huffed as he looked at you. “We are never using them again-she was in the fucking heat room without a blocker. Fucking bitch.”
“Possessive much.” Namjoon grumbled behind you, smiling softly at you as your body pulled away and wandered to the freshly cleaned floor to ceiling windows-looking down at the city around and letting out a soft breath. “He isn’t here-he got called to an important meeting in Yokohama this morning-another reason why I wanted to facetime you this morning.” Namjoon shyly mumbled as you look back to see him sitting next to Hoseok their hands laced together as the Alpha stares off looking at the glass wall you were at. His brain spacing out had Namjoons eyes flicking from you to him as he snapped his fingers in his face.
“Sorry.” Hoseok mumbles blinking rapidly as he takes a deep breath in and looks at you. “Just trying to figure out how to go about this…wanna keep him in the loop but I don't want to stress him more than he already is.” His words had you rolling your eyes and letting out a soft sigh- of course he’s worried about Yoongi and not completely about you-secretly you were too the thought of one of them alone and stressing out about anything without comfort for you- yeah no it worried you. But you were upset with him. “Also want to make sure we can fix this-like actually fix it so the way you’re feeling never happens again.” He pauses as he looks at Namjoon the Omega nodding as if to encourage the Alpha. “But I need to know exactly how you are feeling and why? Like I think I understand some of it but I'm an Alpha I can't-can’t piece it all together.” He mumbles as you take a deep breath, arms crossing over another-toes digging into your socks as you rolled up onto them and then back down.
“I feel..I feel used?” You mumble under your breath, your eyes closing for a second as you open them and look back to Hoseok. His eyes on you-a sudden twist of burning mixing with your cookie scent had him blinking as he nodded slowly. “I feel dirty. I mean..I haven’t been very intimate with a lot of people-like at all. I mean sure I’ve made out with a few Alphas and Betas during my life but I’ve never spent a heat with anyone before-not truly-and I’ve never done some of the things I did with Yoongi. I mean ever. So I feel dirty.” You paused as you took a deep breath in-Hoseok's minty scent turning bitter as Namjoon's fruity scent slightly went rotten. It had you stepping to the moving to sit on the floor in front of them. Namjoon's watery eyes had you reach out to touch his knee as he froze-a single tear running down his face as he moved to sit on the floor next to you. “I know it’s not your fault- I mean the two of you- you didn't know but I feel as if I’ve lost a bit of trust with him now..like he didn’t even shoot me a text about seeing if it was okay to talk about what happened between us, you know?” You paused as you felt Namjoons arms wrap around your waist pulling you into his side. “Like I was some erotic story to get off too or something. Like the fact my privacy wasn’t even worth checking in for him just really hurt and made me feel dirty that he told you the way he did.”
“So do you want to keep stuff between one on one more private?” Hoseok asked-head tilting as you nodded. “So what went on between me, you and Namjoon you’d prefer to keep it between the three of us?”
“For now? I mean again I'm not used to being intimate with people-it's all new to me.” You mumbled as Hoseok slid off the couch spread in his legs and stretched them out as he nodded-hands reaching out for you as you looked over to Namjoon. He nodded as he slipped away from your side as you moved to shuffle in front of Hoseoks.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for even asking him if something happened between the two of you.” Hoseok pauses as his hands rest on your shoulders sliding up to your neck as your hands press against his wrist. “I’m sorry that you feel so used…I understand now why and how you would feel that way. I mean if I have never been sexually intimate with someone before and they went off and said something I’d be upset to.” he paused as you nodded the feel of his thumb running across your jaw had you leaning into his touch. “I guess I was just excited to see if..if I could be more intimate with you..if you felt comfortable enough to start trying with us..with Alphas. It was selfish.” His words had you reaching forward brushing his hair behind his ear as he leaned into your hand. His scent slowly became more and more cold in a way-as the bitterness left. It became almost sweet as you leaned close to him, his hand slipping from your neck down as your nose brushed his. You felt the way his breath left him as you pressed a kiss to his lips. Pulling back as soon as he pushed forward a small whine passing his lips as you sigh your hand moving through his hair as his eyes open as he looks at you.
“It’s okay- I'm glad you can see my point of view.” You whispered as he nodded softly, his hands dropping on your waist as he tugged you closer to him, your knees pressing to his inner thighs as he lifted you slightly making you tilted your head.
“Lift your knee.” His words made you gulp as you did just that his leg suddenly sliding under you as his lips pressed against the crown of your head. His hands pushed you down, the feeling of his thigh against your core had your eyes widening as you looked up at him. His eyes already on you as his lips curl into a smirk. “So though I know that we might not have a complete solution..” he pauses as his eyes slide behind you as the Namjoons scent curls around the room as you feel heat against your back. Namjoon's hand. It had your face heating up-and though Hoseok was pressing you down you were trying to not put your full weight on his single muscle. He could tell. His eyebrows scrunching together as he lifted his leg the rest of the way making you whimper. “I can do this right baby?”
“Do-do what exactly.”
“Alpha wants you to ride his thigh.” Namjoons words had your lips parting as an airy gaspe fell past them. The feeling of Namjoon's hand pressing into your stomach-Hoseok's resting on your waist had you whining. The hazy feeling of a drop consuming you slowly as you look at Hoseok. Look at Alpha.
“Wh-what?” You mumble making Hoseok's chuckle softly, his head leaning forward as his nose runs against yours- his lips pressing against yours as you feel Namjoons nose running up your neck.
“You ride his thigh- it feels so good pup.” Namjoon whispers, making you dazily pull away from Hoseok's lips looking over your shoulder as Hoseoks suddenly pull you forward, making you gasp. The feeling of your clit dragging across his sweats- your thin shorts dragging into your sensitive skin-it had slick pooling and you swear you felt it run down on him at the very moment. “See?”
“Fuck.” Hoseok whispers as you lean your forehead against his shoulder. “Can I move you again?” He asked, making you nod against his skin as he grunted at you. “Words,pup.”
“Yes-yes.” You whined making him chuckle as Namjoon's hand tightens around your waist as you were suddenly moved back then forward again. The feeling had you shuttering as your hands moved to wrap around Hoseok's neck. The was his minty scent wraps around you and mixes with Namjoons fruity scents-it was claiming yet arousing at the same time. You were growing stickier by the second and with each movement forward or back you felt an unexplainable heat building at the bottom of your gut.
“Fuck Alpha do you smell that.” Namjoon whispered into your neck- the feeling of something hard brushing your back side with each jut of your hip had you whining again as you felt teeth nipping against your skin. Fingers pulling at your shirt as you feel Hoseok's thigh tense- flexing under you as you whimper.
“Yeah I do baby boy- you shoulder see the slick patch she’s leaving on my thigh-fuck.” Hoseok's words had you leaning forward kissing softly at the skin of his neck, his hands gripping your hips. Stopping your movement makes both you and Namjoon whine. “Fuck doll, look at the mess you’re making.” His words had you pulling back looking below you seeing a large wet patch as he chuckled softly at your embarrassed reaction as you felt Namjoon jut forward against you making you lean back against him arms dropping from Hoseoks as you pant at the Alpha.
“Why’d you stop?” You mumble out making him chuckle as he suddenly moves your forwards again as you let out a soft cry of surprise.
“So you’d want more.” His teasing words had you whimpering as you felt Namjoon's hand slide upward- hand suddenly wrapped around your breast-squeezing making you let out a drawn out moan. Your breathing turns from shallow breaths into panting as you feel his lips press into yours. “Fuck you two.” Hoseok's words had your eyes peeking open as your lips kept moving with Namjoons. A sting of saliva string between the two of you as you pull apart his lips moving to your cheeks then down to your jaw. Suddenly biting down against the skin. A loud whine past your lips- that was gonna leave a mark for a day or two- yet you felt the way his breath got caught in his throat as your hand moved behind you. Squeezing at his thigh as your hips naturally jut forward, sliding against Hoseok's thigh as your hand slid from Namjoons thigh to his front.
“Pup.” Namjoon whined, his lips still pressed against your skin though he nipped at your once again as you hand pressed against something thick and hard- he twitched against your hand juts forward into your hand. His sweet smelling slick-one you had a semi-familiarity too wrapped around you making your mind go almost blank. Hoseok suddenly leaned forward, his hand sliding under your shirt as you froze slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. The easy his rough hands felt against your skin-how warm they were and how your skin felt as if it was vibrating. Your eyes fully open as they suddenly cup under your bra making Namjoon's hand drop down against your hips as he moves once against your hand. Your moan makes the two males around you grunting in response as you feel Hoseok's thumb run over your sensitive hard nipples. Making you whine as your hand squeezed around Namjoon, your own hips jutting forward as you felt you slick dripping even more. Pooling around onto Hoseok's thigh even more.
“Your tits are fucking perfect.” Hoseoks mumbled as you heard Namjoon partially purr in responses as you felt his cock drag in the palm of your hand as he moved. “Fuck baby. Im so fucking hard right now.”
“Same here Alpha-her hand is so nice. Fucking perfect.” Namjoon breathes behind you as he pants-his head burring into your neck. “Your fucking perfect. Omega perfect.” Namjoon pantsed into your skin- his fingers squeezing your hips into his hands as your moan.
“Yeah she is perfect. Fuck can I take your shirt off?” Hoseoks mumbled his eyes meeting yours as you moved forward, your arms wrapping around his neck as your nose pressed against his. Namjoons whining behind you at the loss of your touch as you look down at Hoseok.
“I can trust you.” You remind yourself- his head nodding as one of his hands falls out from under your shirt-moving to cup your cheek as he moves and presses a deep kiss against your lips.
“Always, you can always trust me. You can always trust us. I promise.”
“You..you aren’t-fuck small.” You mumbled-eyebrows scrunched together- your mind going faster than you could process. Hoseoks chuckled against your lips as Namjoons pressed himself against your back- as you took a deep breath in. Trying to put your thoughts together. “You won’t leave?” You mumbled head tilting eyes closing then opening as you looked at the Alpha in front of you. His eyes turned from one of arousement to worry.
“Leave you?” Hoseok's words had you nodding, suddenly your back was cold as Namjoon slid to sit neck to the Alpha. His own face was full of worry- yet neither one couldn’t full hide their arousement- but they were putting you first.
“Big?” you mumble out looking between the two as they look at each other-nodding together as Hoseok moves your to press completely against him.
“You aren’t too big, you're perfect for us. I love how soft you are against my hands.”
“Yeah- you have no idea how perfect you feel against our skin- I want to feel every part of you- Need to touch every part of you.” Namjoon added- quickly and slurred- fighting a drop himself as you let out a small squeak at their words.
“Not all the way?” You asked- making the two of them nod as Hoseok's hands moved to your jaw-his thumb brushing your lip as your eyes stayed on him.
“No-not all the way but I’m gonna make you cum so hard your legs will be shaking and you won’t ever think of another Alpha-besides Yoongi- again.” his words had you letting out a small whimper as you felt his hand slightly squeeze your cheeks. “Now before I do that- how about you and Joon go up stairs-make a little nest?” His words had you nodding as suddenly Namjoon stood up. His hand reached out to pull you up off of the Alphas thigh-the large dark spot had you blushing- and the way you slightly wobbled had it grown deeper as the Alpha chuckled. “God I could just pull you right onto my face right now baby.” His words had you yelping as he teasingly grabbed the back of your thighs. Move his face right the the tops of your thighs-licking at the skin where some of you slick had built up at. It had him moaning as his eyes shut- a growl almost rumbling up from his chest as you whimpered. Namjoons keep you upright. “Fucking sweet.” He whispers against your skin as he suddenly presses against the couch. “Fuck- fuck.” He breathes, making Namjoon laugh as you whimper.
“We should go before he actually has you sit on his face.” His words had you look over then back down to Hoseoks. Debating actually doing it or not- yet you were scared you’d hurt him- and you honestly had never had anyone down there so even that freaked you out slightly. Yet Namjoon distracted you as he pressed his hard against your hip. “Come onnnn.” He whined making Hoseok laugh as you step over his thigh as Namjoon leads you up the stairs.
“Dont fucking touch her till I get up there- but pup?” His words were directed at Namjoon then you- the tone changing just as fast as your eyes met Hoseoks. “Do whatever you want to our boy.” His words have Namjoon whining as you chuckled teasingly at the Omega next to you- The two of you suddenly racing up the stairs as you both almost trip at the top step making Namjoon giggle as you shake your head at him when he kept pulling you to the master bedroom.
Suddenly you were tossed onto the large bed making your breath leave your lung as the Omega landed on top of you. His hand reaching down to one of your thighs brings the leg up to wrap around his waist as he rocked into you. Making you moan at the feeling- your soaked shorts and underwear doing absolutely nothing to black the feeling of his cock. His lips mashing into your as his elbows land on either side of your head. Hands splayed against the pillows as your wrap around his neck pulled at his hair as he moaned against your lips. The feeling of his hair between your fingers had you moaning as you pulled, making him whine as he slightly pulled away as he kept rocking into you.
“Need you so much.”
“Alpha said-” You started to mumble making the omega above you growl as you whimpered under him.
“I dont care what Alpha said- I need you.” He growled then tapered off to a whine as you met your hips up to his, suddenly he was completely melting against you, one of his hands moving down to your breast as he looked at you. Pleading eyes- you cautiously nod making him smile as if he was a pup opening presents on Christmas. He gave you a quick kiss- pushing himself up as he moved and took his the black hoodie off then he pulled you up, his bare chest on full display as you just about drooled at the sight. He was board-you knew that-but you had no idea the amount of muscle he truly had on him. His pecs were defined as so were his abs but what caught your attention the most was the defined v-lin and happy trail. It had your reaching forward fingers tracing every muscle making his breath shutter as you looked up at him. “Please.” He whined-the feeling of his hands tracing the hem of your shirt had you smirking slightly at him. The feeling of his finger fiddling with the thin fabric had something stir in your gut as you suddenly found the confidence and strength to flip him onto his back, your body moving to straddle him. He let out a moan as your very soaked shorts pressed against his bare abdomen as he looked at you. “Fuck yes.” He whimpered as he watched your arms cross hands grabbing the bottom of your shirt as you let out a deep breath in. His eyes watching you as you lift the fabric up-pull it off of you as you tossed the shirt onto the bed beside you. Your plain black bra is on display as you watch his tongue slide against his plush swollen pink lips as his eyes scan down your body. You freeze-your own eyes looking down to see you plush belly-stretch marks and all on display making your arms move to wrap around yourself yet his hands stopped you- making your eyes snap back to him. His body moved forward and moving to your sides- feeling your skin against his for the first time. It had his breath picking up as you had now slid right on top of his cock as he looked at your eyes. “Fucking perfect.” His words had you whole body heating up as you whined slightly at him- his eyes brightening up as his lip once again pushed against yours. The two of you move together without a second thought as his lips suddenly part, making you hesitantly move your tongue- meeting his own, making your smile slightly against his lips. Running along with your bold streak you suddenly move your hips against his, making him let out a surprised moan against you.
“Good?” You whisper as you feel his hands squeeze against your hips- you kept moving and with each move a breath left him. He nodded- as if that was the only thing he could do as you hum, one hand sliding against his bare chest as the other slid up his arm to his shoulder. A light bulb going off in your head as you remember what had happened downstairs on the couch almost two weeks ago. Your hand slid from his shoulder towards his neck and suddenly your palm was at the front of his neck fingers wrap around the side making his mouth fall open as he let out the loudest moan as you chuckle down at him. Your hips kept moving as he pretty much became limp at the way you moved.
“Fuck.” You hear making you stop as you look over your shoulder to see a Hoseok- his sweats and tank top gone only black briefs as it about had you melting on the spot. If you thought Namjoons muscles were defined, then Hoseok was a level above that. He was much more muscular than he looked. He chuckled at the look on your face as your eyes moved from his chest down his v-line much deeper than Namjoons and his cock was clearly much larger than Namjoons.. Though a given from their sub-genders- it was still a shock at the just how big it looked behind a pair of briefs. It made you imagine how big it really looked without briefs and it had you drooling as Namjoon suddenly thrust upwards making your body jump as his face laned between your breasts. Groaning as you felt the way his tongue moved along the skin between them as his lips suddenly sucked at the exposed side.
Your bra suddenly tugged down- the feeling of your breast toppling out had you looking down at the Omega. One of his hands wrapping around one massaging with every thrust of his hips-while his lips wrapped around your nipple. It was a strange feeling- it had your eyes closing as your breaths turned shallow with every movement of his mouth and hand. His thumb flick at your nipple as his teeth slid around the other- it had your spine shivering as you moaned at the way he sucked and squeezed against you.
“Baby boy what did I say?” Hoseoks growled- the feeling of his body crawling onto the bed as he looked at you and suddenly weaved his fingers into his hair- yanking his hair making him detached form you nipple in one swift quick move as you moaned out slightly in pain.
“Need her.” Namjoon whined as Hoseok growled in respouns- his lips suddenly pressing against Namjoons- you watched as his tongue was practically shoved down the Omegas throat as he pulled back and spat into Namjoons mouth making the man below you groan. “Alpha.” Namjoon whined as you chuckled as Hoseok suddenly grabbed your hips moving you to lay next to the Omega. Hoseok's hand moving around you-uncliping your bra and throwing it behind him- his lips pressing against your and the trailing down your neck the you chest his lips pressing into the flesh of you boobs as his fingers twist underneath your shorts making you lift up and suddenly you were bare in front of both of them his eyes widening as his hands moved and rubbed up you closed thighs. His tongue sliding between his lips as Namjoon whined.
“Alpha please.”
“No You didnt listen you get to fucking watch- and touch yourself. It's no longer gonna be about the two of you-just her.” Hoseok's words were a growl-demanding and it had your slick dripping out of you-rubbing your thighs together as his hand suddenly pulled them apart making you gasp at the cold air. His eyes are about just when the scent of you fills the air-thick. “Gonna eat you up.” He whispers, making you whimper as you hear Namjoon moaning-looking over as Hoseoks kisses up your thighs you see Namjoon's hand in his shorts, moving up and down with his eyes on the two of you. “Eyes on me.” Hoseok growls teeth nipping at your thighs making your gasped legs twitch away from his teeth making his warm breath fan against you. It had you look down though your stomach made it harder to see him as he chuckled softly. You were becoming insecure more and more by the minute yet every thought went away the moment his tongue slid between your lips. The feeling had you gasping, eyes closing as you reached down and grabbed his hair. It had him groaning into your- the vibrations sending a chill up your core. The feeling of his soft tongue against your about drove you insane at unfamiliar feelings- yet you knew it would be the most addicting thing in the world. You could feel every single ridge of his tongue as he moved it up and down-the tips catching your opening with each lick which had your hip jolting up each time.
Slick was practically spilling out of you- panting, growing as your hand pulled at his hair the other reaching out to Namjoon as he moans matched up with your breaths. And then suddenly the slurping started- it had you whining as you squeezed Namjoons arm. The sound of the way his hand was moving up and down on his cock had your eyes lazily opening as you saw the twist of pure ecstasy as his eyes were on the way your body moved with Hoseok movements. The feeling of Hoseok's hands squeezing your thighs had you whining as you lifted yourself on your elbows to see his face the best you could over your stomach. His hair was a tousled mess from you pulling- his eyes were closed and he pulled away suddenly, eyes opening up slightly to look at your pussy watching as a fresh batch of slick slipped out of you. It had him moaning as he launched himself back into your, his tongue slipping into your hole hooking upwards making you almost sob at the feeling building in your core.
“Alpha.” You cried out at the feeling of his tongue slipping in and out and each time the way it hooked upwards then down had you dropping back down onto the bed- your body jiggling on impact and suddenly Namjoon was letting out the loudest moan of the night making Hoseok and you pause looking over at the Omega. His jaw dropped-eyes on your now rolled on his side as one had was fist his cock. Shorts pulled halfway down and the other hand was reaching behind him, it had both you and Hoseok growling though Hoseok unlike you truly was focused on you cause suddenly his tongue was skiing right back into your. Nose brushing your clit with each movement making you and Namjoon moan at the sight.
“Alpha-please please please.” Namjoon begged out as his hips moved back and forth-cock sliding into his hand and you assumed back onto his fingers. Your eyes land on his cock-seeing his thick hard and much darker cock between his hands had your drooling. He was thick and semi-long, you knew he was both thicker and longer than most Omega males his tip was a bright pink and per-cum was dribbling out of it. Though your eyes close quickly as a cry passes your lip when out of nowhere Hoseok's lips wrap around your clit and sucks.
The feeling was surprising-and it brought a heat up your core to a tight spot at the base of your cunt. You were moaning non-stop- Namjoon doing the same as you felt a burning sensation then a snap as you thigh slammed closed around his head hair tugging him closer as you felt tears build at the corners of your eyes. As you slowly came down you loosened your grip around his head as he pulled away moving up your body as his lips pushed against your- the feeling of something wet and sticky against your thigh had you looking down to see a darker spot on his briefs as he looked where your eyes casted down too. An awkward chuckle passes his lips as you feel Namjoon roll over next to your side as his chin hooks onto your shoulder.
“He came.” Namjoon whispered as you giggled softly at the sticky mess the three of you were in-and honestly you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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I'm trash, but my friend loves it. Not proofread, my bad...
“Love sometimes isn’t enough Hobi. I love you and you love me and we can love each other and not be together. I never want to hold you back or feel like I’m causing you to miss out on life or experiences. Love doesn’t equal sexual attraction. It’s ok, we…”
The look in his eyes silenced her mid-speech.
He’s never looked at her that way. Slowly, she tried to back away to maybe try to give him space and time to let what she was saying sink in. Eventually he had to see that she was right. I mean, a girl can only masturbate so much. But the further away she got, the closer he came towards her.
The thing with Hobi was when he was mad, you’d know it. He’d raise his voice a little, put some more bass in it. Let it be known. However, this was so far beyond mad, there wasn’t any space left in the room for any other emotion and the rage was so thick in the air she began to get lightheaded.
Silence as he stalked closer, eyes never leaving hers.
He didn’t have to raise his voice, the silence of the room was deafening.
“Strip”. He commanded in a voice so deep she felt it in her bones, causing her to shiver.
Filled with indignation, totally disregarding the danger her instincts told her she was in, she tried to push past him as she told him she didn’t want a pity fuck.
The words are caught in her throat as he wraps his long slender fingers around the column of her neck and squeezes in warning as he pushes her against the wall.
He never raises his voice. In a harsh whisper he states “Instead of asking me like an adult, you assume you know my reasoning” he pulls a pocketknife out of one of the many pockets in his camo. “You then decide to try to end things with me” he pushes her further into the wall and puts the blade right up under her chin. She’s shaking at this point, realizing he did just finish his service and she has no idea the things he may have endured or suffered through. She tries to plead with him but he silences her with a squeeze to the throat.
“You are mine. To fuck, to not fuck, to love, to spoil, to take care of…you are mine…”
Slowly he drags the blade from her throat to her shirt and down her chest ripping the fabric as he goes.
“You wanted to see the man behind the mask, you wanted to know why I haven’t touched you yet, why I haven’t gorged myself on your cum, fucked you until all you know is how to scream my name…well you’re about to find out….color?”
Taken aback, the word green flies from her mouth before her brain could catch up and at that utterance, he kisses her so passionately he steals her breath. Then he glares, “strip before I cut off the rest”.
Shaking she removes the leggings she was wearing and her favorite pair of boy shorts. He picks her up underneath her thighs and walks her to the bed gently lying her down. If it wasn’t for the look in his eyes, she’d think they were about to make love.
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A thought I felt like sharing.. snake hybrid min yoongi x mouse hybrid reader where yoongis mum walks in on him about to go down on her but he’s being a tease: “Don’t play with your food, son.”
I'm sorry I'm so late, I don't really expect anybody at actually talk to me so I never check lol I got like 2 more I think... I feel so loved. 🥰
I can't imagine Yoongi being anything other than a cat. Like, look at him. Little Kitty meow meow ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ. Smutty...kinda? Just beware, okay.
But a mouse hybrid seems perfect for a sadistic kitten like meow meow. I see him needing a collar not for domestication but for ✨ fashion ✨, honey. Anyway you the unlucky pip squeak got the sassy feline as a partner for project at work. In fear of being cut loose you played along...fighting through any trial he throws your way. No matter how * gulps * scary the threat -
You can't tell if he's purring or growling; it's a difficult call since his voice is so deep. “Hello, Minnie” speaks of the devil. He purred, using his long slender tail as a lasso to reel you into his chest where he commanded, excuse me, proposing the idea of having you for lunch with his parents. " Huh?! Speak up!" Yoongi teased, obnoxiously raising his voice over yours.
" I'm busy!" you squeaked out .
Your bluff was challenged.
" Oh yeah," He darkly chuckled, lowering his cherry lips to the curve of your round ear. "I'm sure your vibrator needs a little break, don't you think?".
You expected his parents to have somewhat more class than their son, but, indeed, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. When you arrive in yoongi's arms, his parents are over the moon at the way you cling to their son out of fear. You didn't realize the restaurant’s clientele is mainly cats.
"She's gorgeous, Yoongi." His mother purred, fluttering her ears. " but there's no point in being here if you bring your lunch." she chuckled as Yoongi did earlier. Like mother like son.
" Mother. " He scolded, flicking his tail before turning towards you. "you know how greedy I can be." those large green eyes fell on yours, occupying you from discovering his large hand creeping up to squeeze your ass.
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⋆ | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 | ⋆
𓂃 ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ | Hybrid!bts x chubby!reader
𓂃 ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ | hybrid au, Mafia au, poly au
𓂃 ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ | A loyal pack of seven businessmen always thought a piece of them was missing. What happens when a new hybrid with the sweet smell of Lavender and Eucalyptus appareas before them.
𓂃 ࣪៙͘⸳⭑ | cw for the series : fem!reader, black!reader, fatphobia, sexism, discrimination, racism, homophobia, ED, starvation, mentions of sexual assault, kidnapping, mentions of toxic/abusive behavior, mentions of controlling behavior, panic/anxiety attack, mention of sex illegal working, heavy petting, make outs, smut, unprotected sex
COMING SOON...
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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ok so ot7 (namjoon centered) x fem!chubby!reader (because this is totally not self indulgent)
(lowercase on purpose)
reader is an artist and posts mural concepts based off kpop bands and someone in BTS’ staff finds out she made one for them and hires the reader to actually paint that mural in a practice room
so uhhh reader live streams their process and has the boys guest star on some of the streams for fun as like part of some promotion thing to keep the hype around both the artist and the mural high
reader has their own pretty big following that love reader before getting hired by the company, but the sudden attention from the BTS fan base kinda backfires because some of the fans get jealous that the reader gets to hang out with them for like hours on end at least twice a week
a majority of them like reader though because the fan base is honestly pretty chill
i want this to be sooo cute, like the boys celebrate reader’s birthday on stream. reader gets sick and the boys make little secret missions to go to her apartment and take care of them. dinners to celebrate milestones of the boys and they invite reader because she’s a friend now
maybe smut??? but not like “OH GOD THEYRE F U C K I N G” but more like “they’re experiencing each other for the first time because they’ve been dancing around dating for so long that the wait was worth it” kinda thing
if i ever do write smut, it’ll probably be in its own separate post opposed to have it within a chapter
⚠️spoilers for my own fic that i feel might be a big plot point and i probably should let it be a surprise but i want validation⚠️
so i want to have a scene where a sasaeng finds a way into the building to basically attack reader, but reader ends up outsmarting them or something and locks them IN the practice room from the outside
then the sasaeng starts having a tantrum essentially and throws paint all over the mural (like halfway done at this point) while reader is like “security hello??” and like freaks out in the hall because what the fuck that’s terrifying
uhhh sasaeng gets arrested and taken away and the room is an absolute mess, the boys are all there trying to comfort reader while they basically just kinda blankly stare at the mess on the mural
but surprise surprise it just wiped off easily because reader is smart and puts varnish or something on after every stream (don’t ask why i don’t know i just wanted reader to be cool)
so reader gathers their jacket or rag around their arm and takes huge angry swipes at the “ruined” mural to reveal the untouched painting underneath. people take videos, making it into the news outlets and magazines and websites saying like “look at this badass, don’t fuck with her”
(edits get made out of that footage because i said so, and honestly good for reader)
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Chapter 7- The Move
Authors note- I am so sorry it has been taking me so long to write, every time I sat down to write, I just had writer's block and nothing was working. However, I am on holiday in France right now, and the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I finally found inspiration. This isn't a long chapter but I hope you all enjoy it.
total word count: 2.4k
warnings:
warnings: mentions of weight, AFAB character, mentions of female body parts, references to the weight of M/C, loosely based on my own research of the ancient Korean royalty system, bullying, loneliness, anxiety, money problems, mentions of how other people view characters body
message me if you feel I need more warnings or if you would like to be a proofreader!
As soon as the words came out of your mother's mouth, the smile on Namjoons face changed from one of nervousness to one of genuine happiness. Taking a step back from your family, Namjoon moves to talk to the audience.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologise for what just happened. Let us move on to the next event! I sincerely hope that you enjoy the music and food! Please, enjoy yourselves!” he speaks, his hands moving to clasp together as he finishes his sentence. The crowd stays where they are, still reeling from the events that have already happened this evening.
You turn your head to make brief eye contact with Namjoon, to find that he was already looking at you. He takes a step towards you and offers his arm to you. Smiling brightly at the man, you try to place your arm in his as elegantly as possible, knowing that the court is watching you. Once your arms are connected, Namjoon smiles down at you. His smile passed on words that his mouth couldn’t say at present.
You look behind you to see where your mother was, to find Yoongi offering her arm to your mother. Your siblings had been a part of the crowd and they would not be joining you for the dinner, which weirdly made you feel a little less nervous, as they wouldn’t be able to tell embarrassing stories of you growing up to the man you were about to marry.
The walk to the separate room where the dinner would be held took about a minute. The large group of you meander down halls and through some doors before arriving at the final place. Inside the room was a table in a circular shape. There was one large throne-like chair similar to the one that was in the hall at the top of the table from where you were standing. To the left of that chair was another chair that almost looked like one of the throne room chairs. And to the right of that large throne-like chair were two more slightly decorated chairs. The other six chairs were decorated with the titles of the men who would be sitting there spread evenly around the circle. Namjoon led you to the chair to the right of the large chair. He pulled the chair out, making you blush, as it was very uncommon for a king to do this for anyone. Once you were sat, he did the same for your mother and then his own before sitting down. Looking around you, you noticed that everyone was smiling. You took this moment to look at what everyone was wearing, only having the chance to see what the King, the Queen Dowager, Yoongi and your mother had been wearing. The boys were all wearing various shades of red and white. The colour complements their skin brilliantly underneath the lamplight. It made their eyes shine even brighter than they already were. Taking in a deep breath you allow yourself to feel happy and content at this moment. You felt free and able to finally breathe.
Moments, after you were all sat down, the doors opened and two lines of servants filed into the room, some holding food, some holding drinks, some had cups and some had cutlery. Before your very eyes, the things in their hands were set out in their perfect positions, cups were filled as well as plates and hearts were opened, as the conversation began.
Namjoon manages to sneakily move his chair as close to you as he can without making the other boys jealous, which he knows will lead to the young ones play fighting, and who knows how that’ll end. Catching your eyes, he leans closer to you, and you lean closer to him. He speaks in a quiet tone, the smile showing in his eyes and on his lips. “Thank you for accepting my proposal, I promise I will make you the happiest woman alive, as you have made me and my boys- I mean men, the last few weeks” he speaks.
“My king, do not fear, I know of the relationship between you and the boys- I mean men” you copy, making him laugh before you continue “I have come to love each and every one of you and I would be honoured to join your family”. The smile on Namjoon’s face when you tell him this, makes his smile larger, and a blush fall from his ears to his cheeks. Namjoon takes your hand before speaking again “Well if that’s the case then I can’t wait to marry you, and 50 days can’t come soon enough, Nae salang/Sarang”. Seconds later, he lets go of your hand before standing up to address the people in the room.
Firstly, he turns to the servants “Thank you for your work, you may go and enjoy the party, this can all be cleared up tomorrow, tonight we celebrate.” Then he turns to the people at the table, clasping his cup, he brings it to the air “And to my family, let us celebrate a union of two families, let us celebrate love in all its forms and let us celebrate our blessings. To celebrating!” he says, lifting his glass every so slightly higher at the end of his statement.
“To celebrating!” everyone yells in unison, with their classes similarly raised in the air to the kings. Once everyone has yelled out, Namjoon sits down, and the conversations re-begin. Memories are shared between people, laughter is heard and love is shared. In that room, love and happiness were evident for even a blind man to see and feel.
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The next day you woke up to a knock at your door. It was Hwasa waking you up.
“Good morning your majesty,” she tells you “You have a busy day today, we must get you bathed and dressed”.
“Please do not call me ‘Your Majesty’” you giggle to Hwasa, “you’ll give me an ego,” you tell her with a wink. She laughs alongside you, before taking your hand and bringing you back into the bathing room. “Today's bath will be shorter as you have a very busy day, I will come back and collect you when it is time, do you need anything else ma’am?” she asks. You smile and shake your head, excited to enjoy your bath no matter how long you would be in it.
Stepping into the bath, you allow yourself to feel the warmth surrounding your body, the muscles that were tense from anxiety the past few days slowly releasing and making your body feel at ease. You dip your head into the bath, allowing your hair to enjoy the water as well. The bath is exactly what you needed this morning, and you were relieved that it was able to be added to your busy schedule.
Around 15 minutes later, Hwasa walks back into the room, holding a long cloth that would dry you and a silken red robe with dragons embroidered into it. “The king and his men had this made for you. They had them make it as soon as you agreed to be the royal bride” she tells you. This information brings a smile to your face, and once your cloth is tied around you, you reach out for the robe, wanting to feel it in your hands. You place the robe delicately around your shoulders as you follow Hwasa out of the room, and into where you dressed each day. On your way, however, you noticed that all of your stuff had been placed into boxes.
“Why is my stuff in boxes? I thought I was to stay…” your voice trembles, anxiety hitting you like a brick wall.
“Do not worry” Hwasa reassures, “you are staying, you are just being moved to a different courtyard closer to the king and his men, it is tradition. You will be transferred from the emerald apartment to the cherry blossom courtyard, which is on the other side of the cherry blossom garden. Oh, a letter has arrived for you today by the way!”
“A letter? Who from?” you ask as Hwasa hands you the letter. You pull the wax away from the envelope and open it up.
Her future royal highness, y/n,
This letter was written to you regarding the royal engagement. It is a formal proposal letter. Please enjoy you’re new homing in the Cherry Blossom Garden. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact any of us.
Sincerely,
King Kim Namjoon
And the boys
You giggled at the little addition at the bottom of the letter added by your boys, it made you even more sure that you were making the right decision. Folding the letter back up, you place it, along with the envelope on the dressing table near you.
“Well then, I guess we had better get ready so we can see this new venue.” you grinned at her.
Hwasa brings you over to the dressing table which still remained, sitting beautifully in front of two doors that would slide open. Realising this was your last day here, you decided to be bold and ask the woman, who had quickly become your friend, to open those doors whilst you had your hair and makeup done. She agreed but notified you that you must get dressed first, turning her hand towards the cotton figurine that stood in the doorway near your bedroom. Looking over at the hanbok you noticed the colour, it was a deep red colour, similar to the one you wore to the dinner the other day. And similar to the other, you noticed a gold band along the bottom of the skirt. Looking closer at it you noticed that it had been embroidered with both the seal of the dragon, one of royalty, and the seal of your house, tigers. Your heart lept with warmth and love at the thoughtfulness of your boys. A part of you felt weird calling them your boys when you haven’t had more than a crush before in your life. But in the same way, you have never felt more loved in your life. With a smile, you turned to Hwasa and stood to allow her to help you get ready.
Once you were dressed, minus your gomusin and beoseon, you sat down and looked at yourself in the mirror as Hwasa opened the doors allowing the light to flood into the room. Feeling the warmth on your face, you felt at peace for the first time in a very long time. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong quickly moved on to applying your makeup and hair. The makeup was applied with a sense of regality that hadn't quite been there in the past times your makeup was done. Next was your hair, pulled in different directions and braided before being placed into an updo. Two matching hair pins are slid into the final hair-do, making it perfect. It still felt unreal to look at yourself in the mirror as your hair was done by two of the king’s servants. A sudden anxiety hit you as you realised you were to become the royal bride in less than 2 months. Noticing the anxious look on your face, Hwasa places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering you a kind but small smile.
“Your mother should be here soon, she was staying in the azurite apartment, but she will also be moving to the cherry blossom courtyard to stay with you until the wedding.”
As soon as the words fell from her lips, the anxiety that was building in your heart melted away till there was barely any left. Hwasa smiled at your now relaxed face, before picking up your makeup and opening the bits she needed.
“Now… let's do your makeup so we can go and see your new residence” Hyo-Seong smiled at the two of you.
After a few minutes, your makeup was done and you stood from your seat, you took one last look at the view from where you had been sat before turning towards the door and putting on your beoseon and gomusin. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong each took a door and opened it, allowing you to exit from the apartment you had spent the last two weeks in for the final time. To your surprise, Yoongi and Namjoon were waiting outside, surrounded by some of their guards, whose faces you had come to recognise but had yet been unable to put a name to. Noticing that the doors had opened up, Namjoon and Yoongi looked up, seeing you. The smiles on their faces brought a smile to your own.
Namjoon steps towards you, followed closely by the older but shorter man. The younger man reaches you within a few steps and greets you with a bow. The cat-like man followed his suit. Standing to full height once again, Namjoon grins at you.
“Good morning my queen, I take it you know where you are to move to today?” he asked, the grin just as wide at the end of his question as it was at the beginning. Pretending that you didn’t know, you let the grin that was on your face fall.
“Are you sending me home your Highness?” You asked with mock sadness on your face. Namjoon’s smile fell instantly, as did the man smile behind him.
“NO!” He yelled, moving towards you, before pausing. “I'm sorry, I mean… I mean no you are not being sent home” he spoke in a calmer tone. You took a step closer to the man before speaking again.
“Hmm,” you sighed, taking another step forward. “Well then…” you carried on, slipping your smaller hand into his much larger one. “I guess you’ll just have to guide me to wherever I am to be moved to today” you finished with a smile. Relief instantly flooded the men before you’s faces. Namjoons smile returned to his face, as he turned to Yoongi, “It looks like we have another prankster on our hands, don’t tell the maknaes, we need this one on our side.” Yoongi replied with a small nod of his head and a gorgeous smirk, agreeing with what the man before him had said, secretly planning pranks the two of you could do in his head. Namjoon grips your hand in his and turns towards the pathway that would take you to the cherry blossom courtyard.
“Let us go, my queen” he spoke quietly into your ear.
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King Squishy
{TEASER}
SLATED TO RELEASE IN DECEMBER
alien king (jabba the hutt looking) yoongi x chubby secretary reader
She stared at the screen, squinting her eyes, completely tired from the strain of focusing on the screen in front of her. King Squishy, his ugly blob Majesty, trudged over to her. She had been recruited by the planet, Xalaxia, to manage their secretarial works requiring communications with earth. Since she knew the Xalaxian dialect and English with fluency, she had been the perfect gal for the job.
Y/N wouldn't have minded working on the lush green planet with pink golden sunsets, if not for her treacherously annoying and strict boss. The king of the planet himself. King Yoongi. Or as she liked to refer to him as, the bane of her existence. He would always harp on her to finish the work quickly even when she was ahead of schedule. And he would unscrupulously watch over her every move ,as though she were committing a crime by working diligently on behalf of his stale, rank pumpernickel ass.
He wasn't fluent in English, so he relied on her a lot for even diplomatic efforts of his planet. Here he came, entering the room with an infuriated face, waddling his squishy amber, amorphous ass resembling jelly like a duck. All the people on this planet had two forms, one that resembled something more similar to humans--average heights reaching up to 6 feet and up. The other form most of them carried was that of a a normal human face on top of what could not be described in any other words other than a goopy blob that would shapeshift to form humongous tentacles. The black appendages would sometimes drip inky obsidian fluids as they walked, leaving what Y/N called , a "xalaxian trail".
Y/N tiredly drawled out as she typed a document without moving her eyes off the screen, "What service would you like to procure from me today your Majesty"?
Yoongi snarled as he threw a bunch of papers onto her desk, "Is this what you call a complete financial report of the trade embargo we have between Earth? It has a bunch of typos, even I would be able to tell!!!! Why are you so incompetent, you lazy woman"?
I bristled, alive with fury as I attempted to calm down, staring at the document he threw at me. I felt like laughing when I figured out what his problem was. "Ummm, Sir, you do know that these type of letters require more official language ,right? The spellings are all correct. Whatever you have marked in red ink is just the past tense of regular English verbs. We don't say ever say the word "thinked", we say "thought", to express past tense".
His entire face blanched as he started sputtering in a fury, "F-f-fix it then, you human imbecile"!
And he immediately scurried away, his prominent trail viscously dripping after him. I had to not choke on my own laughter, as I stared at a human blob try to run away from me. His magestically goopy form, was trying to get away, but the massive size of his tush was not letting him, making him look like he was twerking and wiggling his butt as he tried to abscond.
Xalaxians did not wear robes or any clothing for that matter in their blob-like forms, they only wore them when they were humanoid in shape.
Y/N sighed, the days on Xalaxia were becoming monotonous, as she felt encumbered with all the excess transmissions to be translated. She was leaving late nowadays from her work station, dropping down on her bed exhausted, instantaneously falling asleep. It had been exciting in the beginning, with all the cuisines, colorful people, and beautiful outdoor environment. But with the way she had been transferred from working with the kind council member Taehyung to becoming the king's secretary, it had been a less than pleasant transition, putting it very lightly.
She pondered with her hands holding up her chin, maybe she should apply for the yearly mating banquet. Humans were allowed to participate. It was quite simply put, a banquet where people found mates (permanent mates, not casual ones). Y/N had not participated in the last two years she had been on Xalaxia. But even she was feeling a bit lonely from time to time. Maybe a mate would help curb that. She wasn't getting any younger.
Xalaxians mated for life, and since their life span of 1000 years instantaneously conferred upon their partner once a mating bond was formed, it was a very big deal who your partner was. Y/N dreamily imagined finding a kind Xalaxian who would treat her right and give her children, something she had always wanted. They would live in a gorgeous garden estate and relax, sharing a marriage bed. She felt like blushing at the mere thought.
She typed up and submitted the application form on her bed. A tinkling sound came from her lap top indicating that the form had been submitted. Before Y/N could even process the happiness and possibility that would come of starting the search for a mate, she got a phone call.
As she picked up the call from an unknown number, she heard a screeching voice, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??? HOW COULD YOU SUBMIT A MATE FORM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, WHEN YOU ARE MY SECRETARY? I FORBID YOU Y/N, I FORBID YOU FROM LOOKING FOR A MATE"!
Y/N's indignance peaked, who the hell did this king think he was? Forbidding her from finding a mate, something that was mandated by law as a privilege allowed to every resident of Xalaxia. Y/n calmly replied, "And I fail to see how that is my problem, you rank ass goop ball. Don't test me, sire. If you infringe upon my rights, I shall merely quit the job. What exactly is your problem anyway"?
He yodeled back, exasperated, "YOU. YOU. It's always fucking YOU". Y/N felt so irritated and frustrated at his vague proclamations. "And what do you even mean by that, Sire"?
He sobbed , clearly inebriated from drinking, as he would never show such expressions of emotion otherwise. "You wouldn't work for me anymore, if you found a mate".
Y/N sniped back, rather confused at his intent, "And how is that supposed to be my concern"?
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Take a Chance on Me
Yoongi x Plus Size Reader
Summary: You and Yoongi met during his enlistment and quickly became friends, but what happens when your friendship begins to grow into something more?
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of insecurities and anxieties
A/N: A massive thanks to @bethanysnow for requesting this idea and for obsessing over it
with me!😘 I’m so excited to work on this as a drabble series, I hope you’ll all enjoy it!
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‘Okay, you can do this, it’ll be fine.’ Yoongi repeated to himself, fingers drumming anxiously
against the steering wheel as he waited to pick you up from work, trying to quell his nerves
before he spotted you jogging across the parking lot towards his car.
“Hey, Min.” You greeted him as you slid into the passenger seat.
“Hey, Y/n.” He said, feeling a smile tug at the corners of his mouth in spite of himself, your
presence alone managing to calm him, if only a little bit.
It was remarkable almost, how in just a few short months, you’d come to be such an important
part of his life.
When you’d first met following his public service assignment, he’d been a bit hesitant of getting
too close with anyone around him too quickly, but you’d managed to worm your way into his
heart almost instantly.
He still remembered the first time he realized how much he liked you; he’d made some dry,
sarcastic remark that no one else had really reacted to, unsure if he was being serious or not,
but you had let out a quiet burst of laughter that had immediately set everyone else at ease. It
was just a little thing, but it had played over in his head for the rest of the day.
He hadn't even known that much about you at the time, except your name, your department,
and that the sound of your laugh was one of the best things he’d ever heard.
Before long, he had started finding more and more excuses to come by to see and talk to you,
even if it was just for a minute as he brought some forms for somebody else to sign, eventually
asking if you wanted to hang out together outside of work as well.
You’d known who he was of course, in your own words it was impossible not to, but you’d never
treated him differently because of it, something he’d come to appreciate more and more as
you’d gotten to know each other.
You were so bright and warm and funny, and had a way of putting him at ease that few others
had ever managed, he found himself easily charmed by you, and it was honestly your friendship
that had made the rather jarring shift between his lifestyles bearable, if not almost pleasant.
But more recently, he’d begun to realize that his feelings towards you had grown beyond those
of purely a friend.
Yoongi craved you, he wished there was a better word or phrase to convey his feelings for you,
but that was the best he could come up with. He craved your presence, your comfort, the sound
of your laugh when you found something he did cute or funny. He found himself missing you
constantly, even if he’d just seen you, wanting to wrap his arms around your plush figure and
keep you close at all times. It was like he was addicted, and frankly, it scared the shit out of him.
“You okay?” You finally asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
You’d noticed he’d been quieter than usual, having barely spoken the entire car ride to your
place, stirring up your concern for him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I-uh, wanted to ask you something.” He started, scratching at his palms
nervously.
“Okay.” You said, eyeing him curiously, making him fidget even more.
Fuck, it would be easier if you weren’t staring at him with those fucking eyes, he thought. They’d
been one of the first things he’d noticed about you, one of the first things to put a chink in his
armor.
He had spent the previous night laying in bed, trying unsuccessfully to come up with a more
eloquent way to put his feelings into words, but as soon as he looked up at you, everything seemed to
shrivel up and drift away, like leaves on the wind, leaving him with only the simplest of thoughts
and question in his mind.
“Would you… go out with me?” He asked softly.
Your eyes went wide. “What?!”
“Will you go out with me?” He repeated.
“But, w-why?” You asked, flabbergasted.
“Why do you think? I like you, a lot.” He let out a huff of laughter, running a shaky hand through
his hair. “Fuck, honestly? I think I might even love you, but I know that’s way too much out of the
blue. I just know that I want to be with you, as more than friends, if you’ll have me.” He finished,
glancing down at his feet awkwardly.
It was quiet for a long moment as you stared at him, stunned, letting his words sink in.
“I don’t… get it.” You said slowly.
He blinked, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, why me? I’m not exactly your type.”
“You don’t know that.” He interjected.
You scoffed. “C’mon, Yoongi, be serious,” You said, skepticism clear in your voice.
“I am being serious.” He said, looking at you with utmost sincerity. “You’re one of the most
amazing people I’ve ever met.”
You shook your head in confusion. You’d seen the type of people that Yoongi spent time around
in his line of work, and they were very different from you; thin, beautiful, perfect. Not that you
didn’t think you were pretty in your own way, but compared to the idols that he was typically
around, the idea of you and Yoongi just didn’t make sense to you.
“But I’m just… me.” You said, the last part coming out almost as a question, not understanding
his logic.
He smiled. “That's why I like you. You're open and honest and kind, you don’t hide behind some
front or mask, and you don’t put up with anyone’s shit. You’re smart, and funny, and beautiful-”
“But I’m-” Your hand went as if to gesture to yourself, but he was quick to catch it in his own.
“Hey.” The sudden sharpness in his tone caught you off guard. “Don’t you dare try to sell
yourself short, you hear me? When I say you’re beautiful, I mean it.”
You bit your lip, mind racing. You wanted to believe him, but there was that nagging voice in the
back of your head that kept saying it wouldn’t work, something was going to go wrong.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to date though?” You pointed out. “What if someone finds out?”
“They’ll say ‘good for them’, otherwise I don’t give a fuck.” He said firmly. “What I do outside of
that building is none of the company’s damn business.”
You smiled at that, but said nothing, still thinking.
“Look,” He spoke again, this time much softer. “I realize that this is a lot all of a sudden, and you
don’t even have to answer today, you can take however much time you want to think about it,
I’m just asking for a chance.”
It was quiet for a moment before you spoke again, softly. “Okay.”
He looked up at you. “Okay?”
“I’ll go out with you.” You clarified.
“You will?” His eyes lit up.
“Yeah,” You nodded, grinning at him.
He beamed, letting out a relieved sigh before leaning across the center console and pulling you
into a hug. “Thank you.” He mumbled against your hair, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“I like you too, by the way.” You said.
“I was kinda hoping, given your answer, but thanks.” He chuckled, smirking at you.
“Ugh,” You shoved against his chest lightly, but he was giving you no room for escape. “You
could’ve just said it back.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time, okay?” He asked, grinning at you.
“Fine.” You grumbled, feigning annoyance.
“Can I make it up to you?” He asked.
“Maybe. What did you have in mind?”
Instead of answering, he leaned closer, pressing his lips softly against yours.
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Wives profiles
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disclaimer: i do not ship these people in real life, this is just a fragment of imagination. understand that the way I portray these people in my story is not how they actually are!
MEGAN THEE STALLION as TINA KIM
⸻ WIFE OF KIM NAMJOON
AGE: 26 • OCCUPATION : register nurse • RANK : top bitch with or without her husbands status. • THREAT LEVEL: 10/10 (her hubby is literally the boss) • TROPE: enemies to lovers
KEKE PALMER as JASMINE KIM
WIFE OF KIM SEOKJIN
AGE: 30 • OCCUPATION : retired fish biologist • RANK: 2nd ranked wife due to the fact she's the oldest • THREAT LEVEL : 4 (hates the drama but she will sit back and sip her tea while the other girls dog it out) • TROPE: strangers to lovers
SZA as DIAMOND MIN
WIFE OF MIN YOONGI
AGE: 28 OCCUPATION: pole dancer,retired scammer, on-going thief • RANK: 4th (it's be lower if she didn't stab yoongi and taze jungkook before) • THREAT LEVEL : 10/10 (her mouth lethal, she loves knife and tazers.) • TROPE: enemies to lovers
DOJA CAT as QUINN JUNG
WIFE OF JUNG HOSEOK
AGE: 27 • OCCUPATION: choreographer • RANK: 6 • THREAT LEVEL : 5/10 (there's really no explanation she's just not the type of person you wanna provoke) • TROPE: friends to lovers
CHLOE BAILEY as ATHENA PARK
WIFE OF PARK JIMIN
AGE: 26 • RANK: 4th • THREAT LEVEL: 9/10 (tried to kill jimin on multiple occasions and punched namjoon once.) • TROPE: stranger/enemies to lovers
NORMANI KORDEI as TIANA KIM
WIFE OF KIM TAEHYUNG
AGE: 25 • OCCUPATION: singer at winter bear nightclub • RANK: 3rd • THREAT LEVEL: 8/10 • TROPE: strangers to lovers
HALLE BAILEY as ARIEL JEON
WIFE OF JEON JUNGKOOK
AGE: 19 • OCCUPATION: none • RANK: 7th • THREAT LEVEL: 1/10 • TROPE: arranged marriage
#bts x black reader#bts x black girl#namjoon x y/n#namjoon fanfiction#taehyung fanfiction#park jimin x reader#jeon jungkook x reader#jung hoseok x reader#kim seokjin x reader#kim namjoon x reader#min yoongi x reader#mafia!bts#poly!bts x reader#bts x chubby reader#kim taehyung x reader#bts fanfic
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Best Of Us Hidden Moments
A Moment Between Chapter 20 and 21: So You’d Want More
Summary: just little moments that I thought up after posting a chapter or just didn't flow like I wanted to
Pairing: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby Omega!Reader
Warning: A/O/B!Vers, angst, fluff, smut(all the warnings on the main story tbh)
AN: No taglist as of now for this little sub-series of Best Of Us. Wanna mainly focus onto the main story. Will be trying to post this in between chapter in no logical order tbh they're just gonna be tossed out there.
...._.Next
You were nervous-fingers typing away on an essay that you honestly had no clue on how to write. Yet here you were-winging it- teeth slightly grinding and you swear you were sweating. Yoongi was typing away his eyes casting to the paper files then back to his desk top- after he had asked you out on a date you had instantly fallen into a slightly awkward yet comfortable silence. You had finished what little work Jin had given you- having argued that you could handle more yet the older Alpha shook his head and huffed that you had a paper to write. An economics paper- the dreaded paper one that you only had a title page for and nothing else. The five page paper that was due by the end of the night. You were at this point just bullshitting half of the stuff you were writing and you couldn’t help the anxious laughter as you suddenly dropped your head down into your arms. Groaning.
“Pup?” Yoongi mumbles, making you shake your head as your laughter slightly grows as you move to sit back up as you look at him- his head slightly tilting as his slick back hair slightly moves as he sits back away from his computer. His eyes were moving from you to your computer screen and his smile grew as he watched you pout. “What is it?”
“I hate Economics-and yeah I get it it is very important for this career but still- it feels pointless.” You ramble as he chuckles “And this paper-this paper is literally gonna drive me to jump out your window- I don't understand the topic I was given let alone whatever-that mess I’ve written.” You finished with a huff, eyes closing arms crossing over your chest as you hear him inhale- the sound of his chair rolling right next to yours, his body heat radiating off of him onto you as his arms slid across the back of your chair, the other gripping your laptop and scrolling up.
“Let me see if I can help.” He mumbled making your nod as you unconsciously leaned your head against his shoulder making him tense up slightly-which in turn made you inhale and lift your head. Though his hand lands on your shoulder and slides up your neck making you look over as he smiles at you.
“Sorry I just wasn't ready for that, come back here." he whispered, making you smile as you moved to rest your head back on his shoulder. His hand is still pressing against your neck- his thumb running against your scent gland as he reads through your works-half chuckling at certain parts and then he stops and removes his hand from your neck, sliding it under you and reaching around to the keyboard to delete and retype a sentence. “That was worded horrible-how are you a senior in college.”
“I'm second in my class.”
“If they saw the sentences that would change everything.” He mumbles a teasing tone as you smack his leg making him chuckle as you feel lips press to the top crown of your head. “Also if this is you bullshiting I really want to read a paper of yours actually trying. I can see why you’re top of your class.”
“Second.” You grumbled making him huff as he stopped scrolling and moved his hand to your thigh.
“I know the only reason why you’re second and not first is because you’re an omega-so you to me are top of the class.” His words had your face heating up- your mind going hazy as you let out a soft purr like sound making him chuckle as you pull away and clear your throat, though he doesn't let you get far. “Hey-hey look at me-well hello there baby.” he muttered when seeing how dilated your eyes were-it had you closing your eyes, hands reaching to cover your face but his hands caught your wrist. “Oh no don't hide.” He chuckled his minty breath fanning your face as you felt the tip of his nose against yours as his lips gently brush against yours. “You’re fucking adorable.” he mumbled arms wrapping around you after he had turned your chair towards him. His nose brushed into your hair as you awkwardly bent forward.
“Small.” you whispered, making him chuckle again as he pulls back hand moving to your neck, thumb at the base of your chin as his pointer fingers brushes against your ear. It had you whining as he smiled at you. “Stopppp.” You whine making his laughter grow even more.
“Comeback-then we’ll work on this paper together okay? I’ll be your wall to bounce ideas off of.” nodding you let yourself breath-closing your eyes as you tried to focus on you. The way your clothes move against your skin, your hair was being slightly tugged at by the hair tie-the way his skin burned yours. It had you opening your eyes and blinking rapidly as you huff at the Alpha in front of you-his half gummy smile as his brown eyes stared into you. The feeling of his hand back at the base of your neck-brushing agasing against your scent gland really wasn't helping you ground yourself.
“Stop.” You grumbled, arms moving to push his hand away as he bites a laugh- his head shaking as he dropped his hand from your neck-though the moment his body heat wasn't against yours you felt this overwhelming feeling of sadness-of fear. His eyes widened as your sweet cookie scent started to burn as he quickly moved back in front of you-hand placing itself right back at the base of your neck, thumb moving across your skin as he pressed his forehead against yours. It had your scent changing- sweetening back up as he chuckles at you.
“Though you knew how to control your drops without an Alpha." His teasing words came after a couple of minutes of the two of you justin sitting there-it had you huffing eyes opening-mind clear as you pushed his hand off of your neck as you stuck your tongue out at him.
“Don’t make me rethink going on that date.”
“Oh no whatever shall I do-” he mumbles sarcastically, making you swat at his arm as he let out a soft chuckle as he grabbed the bottom of your chair moving his legs apart so he could roll you and your chair between them. Squishing your knees in the process. “My little Alpha heart can’t take the thought.” He pauses, eyes locked with yours as his hands resting on your thigh as you let out a shaky breath-his hand sliding up your thigh the feeling of his warm calloused hand against your skin had you shivering. Your inner omega rolling on her back- submitting- yet you fell frozen. “Of you not with me tonight.” He mumbled his fingers drawing shapes as he kept his eyes locked on yours. “Just pains me to my core.” His lips suddenly touch yours, his hand squeezing as you let out the most drawn out whine you’ve ever heard. It had him chuckling as he pulled away.
“Why’d you stop?”
“So you’d want more.” He shrugged, making you huff as he pushed you back to your original spot. Rolling next to you as he smiled at you. “Now let's get this paper finished.”
#bts#bts angst#bts fluff#bts x reader#bts x plus size reader#bts x chubby reader#bts poly#bts poly a/o/b#bts poly werewolf#bts alpha yoongi#bts omegaverse#bts omega reader#bts omegaverse au#bts bou#bou#best of us#bts trash blog
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𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
✫7:20 am, Wednesday, December 6, 2019
Your morning started the way it always did around this time of year; with you all alone in a bed big enough to fit at least three people (7 if you tried hard enough). The sheets had become a tangled mess around you, most likely from all the tossing and turning you did when the boys had left.
It was something they had come to notice over the years. No matter how deep in sleep you were, you became restless as soon as the warmth of the body(ies) that were pressed up against you had disappeared, so did your peace. It was as if your subconscious could sense that they were no longer with you, and it always ended up with you rolling around aimlessly in bed searching for wouldn't return until you finally got tired of it and woke up.
You groaned as you forced your eyes open, exhaustion hitting you as soon as you did so. It was mama day, meaning it was a performance day, meaning that Jungkook couldn’t sleep which by extension meant that you couldn’t sleep either. You had stayed up listening to him ramble on about how nervous he was and how upset he would be with himself if he made a single mistake. You lay there softly whispering reassurances to him as you run your hands through his hair.
It was long now, as per your (totally not) drunk horny monologue six months ago about how frustrated you were that he had cut his hair You went on and on about how exhilarating it had been to rake your fingers along his scalp and just pull on his hair as he kissed you on both sets of your lips. Jungkook, the masochist he is, always found his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the pain from your acrylics digging into his skin and the mere force of your grip on his roots turning him on a little too much. And yet, he still had the audacity to chop it all off. You had almost driven yourself to the brink of tears, wailing about how gutted you had been when he walked in with an undercut instead of the loose perm he had left home to get.
“He’s so mean to me minnie, he lied” you sobbed as you threw yourself dramatically against Jiminin’s chest
“He said he was g-gonna get curls and came back with 4 bone straight inches of hair,” you wailed, throwing your head to the side. Then, as if having the biggest revelation of the century, you peeled your body off Jimin’s, landing squarely on the floor in your drunken stupor.
What little logic you had left told you that trying to stand up again would be a bad idea, so you switched over to your hands and knees instead. You locked your eyes on Yoongi and began to crawl until you were nestled between his open legs on the floor. You looked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears and lust and a collective gasp echoed in the room.
You found your grip on his knee and hauled yourself into his lap, one leg on either side of his lean body, straddling him.
“You’re sooo pret-pretty Oppa,” you said, hands coming up to stroke his cheeks. “You have the longest hair right now,” you whined, running your hand through the silky black strands. “You’re not gonna cut it are you daddy?’ you pouted.
A sharp thrust knocked the breath out of you, the roughness of his jeans hitting your clit through your flimsy shorts and your eyes widened in shock when you took in Yoongi’s hooded eyes and clenched jaw. Your brain hadn't registered it yet, how wet you were, how wet you were making Yoongi’s lap.
You were an emotional drunk, and it just so happened that one of those emotions was horniness. You tended to get particularly touchy whenever you had liquor in your system, your entire body running wildly hot. This usually took the form of you rubbing your ass against the nearest crotch you could reach, blindly seeking to soothe the dull ache between your thighs. It was always torture for your boyfriends because they couldn’t and wouldn't touch you when you got like this, no matter how prettily you begged for it. That night was no different.
Unbeknownst to you and your alcohol-impaired brain, you had been grinding on Yoongi the entire time. The Sheer tank top you wore with your tiny pyjama bottoms did nothing to hide the outline of your hardened nipples as you practically shoved your boobs in his face.
“Oppa…”
Yoongi ran a hand down his face in frustration and groaned. “Someone please get her off me and into bed” he begged. The snickers that rang out in the room made his face run hot with embarrassment and he threw a pillow at Jin who was doing a painfully poor job at muffling his laughter in Taehyung’s arm.
It was Namjoon who had finally come over and lifted you gently out of Yoongi’s lap, however, not quickly enough to stop you from licking a wet stripe across Yoongi’s lips.
“Hm, so pretty Oppa,” you said with a lopsided grin as Yoongi sat with his jaw slack.
If you hadn't been so out of it, you would've noticed Jimin promptly taking your place on Yoongi’s lap, and seen Hoseok drag Taehyung to his room… but the last thing you remember is the gentle press of lips to your forehead as Namjoon tucked you in for the night.
They had teased both you and Yoongi for weeks after, but they all avoided their hairstylist for a few months.
A small price to pay for a service so great.
You could tell just from the feel of it that his hair was due for a trim and deep treatment, but with all the styling and heat it would have to endure over the next 12 hours, you made a mental note to do it sometime next week.
You sat up in bed, back cracking as you did so, and reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand. You had 4 reminders and 3 messages
Minnie
Hi angel, we had to leave early for the final dress rehearsal :(
But! Hyung ordered you something really nice for breakfast
It should be coming around 10, EAT IT ALL OR I’LL BE MAD
Hoseokie Hyung is getting testy so I’m gonna put the phone
Down before he kills me. Can't wait to see you tonight!
I love you!
K🍪🍪k
Hi noona, sorry for keeping you awake last night:((((
I’ll let you paint my nails to make up for it okay?
Have a good day!
I can't wait to see you tonight<3
Grumpy Cat Man
Your nail appointment is at 12. We’ll send a driver at 11:30.
The dress gets dropped off at 3.
Makeup is at 7.
Don't forget your fan.
See you.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the juxtaposition between the three messages. You don't know why, but Yoongi’s formality over text was always funny to you. He always spoke in full sentences and with proper grammar as if he was speaking to a business associate and not someone whose mouth he spits in on a regular basis. Cute.
You spent the next two minutes or so replying to them, a flurry of “oh no don’t apologise”, “thank you’s” and ``I love you's''.
You finally detangled yourself from the sheets, stood up and stretched. Your bounds cracked loudly and a shiver ran through your body from how good it felt. You pulled your bonnet further down on your forehead, feeling that it had slipped almost to the middle of your head at some point during the night. But the thought of your freshly done hair already frizzing up didn't worry you for two reasons. 1. You slept on silk sheets and 2. You were wearing a scarf underneath. Your temple had screamed in protest as you secured the cloth tightly unto your head, but your hair had taken too much money and way too much time to let it go to waste. So you tied the scarf as tightly as you could and waited the requisite 30 minutes for the nagging pull on your forehead to fade.
✫10:08 am
By the time the food Jin ordered had arrived, you had already showered, brushed your teeth and slipped into your favourite (Namjoon’s) oversized shirt and some old shorts. Jin had ordered you a huge western spread from your favourite cafe. Pancakes, hashbrowns bacon and scrambled eggs complete with nutmeg-flavoured hot chocolate. You wondered how he was able to make the order that early in the morning. Surely they hadn't been open, but it was Jin and Jin had a way of always getting what he wanted when he wanted it, so you found it pointless to question. You took a bite of the hashbrown and nearly moaned. There was nothing you loved more in this world than a good potato, better yet golden brown, fried one. The eggs were fluffy and light, the bacon the right amount of crispy. Every bite you took made your insides warmer and your heart smiled from how content you were.
Halfway through your breakfast, you resolved to take a quick selfie as you stuffed your mouth with the pancakes, eyebrows drawn in a way that made you look as if you were angry with the food. You sent it to the group chat. Solid proof you had eaten so the boys wouldn’t worry and a way to scandalise Jungkook, you loved today.
✫1:34 pm
You sat in the nail salon, the overpowering smell of acrylic and plastic being worn away infiltrating your nose even through the mask you had on. You had been in the chair for almost an hour and a half now, having got there five minutes before your appointment. As yoongi promised, your driver had rung you from the lobby at 11:30 sharp. He sat across from you in the waiting area, eyes visibly watering and rubbing at his eyes.
You were the only client in the salon, all the other stations were dark except the one you were sitting at. This was the norm whenever you had an appointment of any kind. The boys always insisted that you were given the best and most discreet service possible. The only thing that kept you from feeling bad about the revenue the other workers would have lost at your expense was the big cheque you know was handed to each person in exchange for taking the day off, and the even bigger cheque your technician got to not ask questions.
Speaking of employees,
“Minyoung,” you called, turning to him as best as you could without moving your hands ``You know you don’t have to stay inside right? You can go sit in the car or even go get something to eat until I'm done”
He cleared his throat and sat up straighter “I couldn’t Yn-ssi, someone has to stay here with you”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes “Youngie, we’ve talked about this. I’m not a baby, I can take care of myself. I won't be done for another hour or so, do you really want to sit there for that long?”
He averted his gaze from you, because of course he didn’t and if there was one thing you learnt from being around Minyoung for the better of five years was that he couldn't lie to save his life.
“But Mr. Min-”
You raised a questioning brow at him. He sighed deeply, knowing he wouldn't win this argument with you.
“Okay, but I’ll be right in the car okay? Keep your phone-”
“Minyoung.”
“Yes Yn-ssi?”
“Out.”
✫3:30 pm
Your breath hitched as you ran your fingers across the jewelled corset of the black dress. The box had been unexpectedly heavy when you lifted it from outside your door, but you hadn’t thought much of it, thinking that it was just the weight of the fabric itself. Maybe it was just a long dress… but it wasn't that.
The bodice was covered in rhinestones, these were fucking Swarovski crystals. You knew Jimin tended to go overboard when it came to you, especially when you gave him the freedom to choose your clothes. You can't begin to fathom how expensive it must have been to make this dress happen and the mere thought of it had you c. You were going to be up on Jimin tonight that someone would have to physically drag you off him.
✫8:30 pm
The day was a blur after your dress had arrived. The makeup team, yes a team had come a little after seven. They were all either black or mixed, a great comfort for you since your first MAMA had been so disastrous.
The stylists had come well prepared, with a wide array of the best foundations, lipsticks and blushes. You name it, they had it. Just not in your shade. You should have noticed from the way their eyes had widened and their shoulders sagged when you had opened the door. They had apologised, you just hadn't been what they were expecting and you understood that, but it still hurt. They had come prepared, but not prepared for you.
You had done your makeup yourself instead, it wasn't the full glam you had wanted to give, but you still looked good.
The boys had taken it worse than you did; nothing hurt them more than you feeling othered or less than. They made sure to pick your stylists personally after that THey would compile a list and let you choose the ones with the work you liked best. It was a very thorough process that took them quite a while to do. Given how packed their schedules already were, their efforts truly meant the world to you.
Your makeup this year had come out exactly how you wanted, the black and gold smokey eye matched your dress perfectly, complimenting your coffin-shaped ombre nails of the same colours(Jimin picked that too). You looked amazing. Your butterfly locs cascaded down to the top of your ass, the dress hugged your body in all the right places. The bodice allowed for an adequate amount of cleavage and the split showed just enough leg to be tasteful. The sequins on your black pumps shone as you walked. You felt gorgeous and hoped that your boys would think so too.
Minyoung had accompanied you to the idol seating section, way at the back where you could blend in with the shadows so that you wouldn't accidentally get caught in any cameras, but close enough that you could get a good view of the stage. He left once you assured him (six times) that you were okay and nothing was amiss; but not before telling you to make sure your phone was on and to text him if you needed him.
You hadn’t heard from your boyfriends since earlier, award show days always caused the longest pauses in communication for all of you.
You had no idea what they were wearing or what they were performing and the anticipation had you vibrating in your seat.
You had been sitting quietly on your phone for about fifteen minutes before the heat began to hit you. You never quite understood how idols were always sweating at award shows until you had gone to one yourself. You supposed that after handing out cheques to the biggest name in the industry, the budget did not allow for little privileges like air conditioning. You started digging through your purse when you realised. you left your fan. shit
For a second, you contemplated bearing it. Thugging it out so you wouldn’t miss seeing when your boys came on stage for the first time. But who were you kidding? You knew they were gonna perform last anyways. So you, the ever-practical woman that you were, decided to go backstage and seek out a handheld fan. You knew there were many of them on site because they were used to cool the idols down between sets, but you just didn't know where exactly the boys’ dressing room was.
You made your way carefully down the steps, using the screen of your phone as a flashlight to draw as little attention to yourself as possible. There was hustle and bustle backstage that settled momentarily into an awkward silence when you stepped from behind the curtain. Everyone stopped what they were doing for a second just to gawk at you. You had gotten used to the staring and the questioning looks many a moon ago plus, you looked great. They could stare all they wanted. After the initial shock of your entrance had worn off, the busyness returned. Everyone was either running or speed walking toward the dressing room. Dragging clothing racks behind them or slinging garment bags over their arm.
You paused to check the time on your phone at 9:00 pm.
Someone had bumped into you, knocking you off balance for a second. Then you, in turn, bumped into someone else, an idol at that.
“Oh! I'm so sorry I-”
“Y/N-ah?”
“Jeongyeon Unnie!” You replied, eyes lighting up with recognition. You pulled her into a quick hug.
“How have you been?” you asked
“I’ve been doing good,” she gave you a once over “you however seem to be doing way better than I am, just look at you. You look amazing Y/N-ah”
If you could blush, you were pretty sure that your cheeks would have had a hint of pink on them by now. You had never been good with compliments.
“Thank you unnie, you look really nice too.” and she did. She was already dressed in her performance outfit, her hair curled and only her makeup left to be done. But she looked all the better that way.
“What are you doing backstage?”
“I came to get one of those portable fan things, it's way too hot inside and I left mine at home” you explained. Jeongyeon nodded in understanding.
“We have extra in our dressing room, let me go get you one real quick,” she said as she turned on her heels to leave. That's when you noticed it. Her hair was caught in the zipper of her top. Most likely extensions since she wasn't feeling the tug. You reached out for her hand and pulled her back to you. She looked at you in confusion.
“Just stand up for a sec,” you said, reaching your hand behind her back and pulling her zipper down.
She stood frozen on the spot, her confusion growing by the second.
“There!” you said, tossing her hair to the side and pulling her zipper back up “Your extensions were caught”
“Ohhh,” she said with a relieved chuckle. “Alrighty then, let me go get a fan for you” and she scurried away in what you assumed was the direction of Twice’s dressing room.
You heard a throat clear behind you and turned to see Jimin. A very angry-looking Jimin. You opened your mouth to greet him and ask him what was wrong before he held up a silencing finger and jerked his head towards a darker, more private area.
“Min-”
What was that just now?” he demanded, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. Harms crossed and jaw clenched.
He looked so good like this, silver hair parted to the side and slicked back, his biceps straining against the material of the black jacket he wore. In another instance, you would have probably stopped to appreciate the fact that he looked incredibly hot and felt pressure start to build between your thighs. But at that moment, all you felt was confusion.
“Jimin I don’t understand w-”
“Were you trying to start something back up with her?”
“Who- Jimin please tell me youre not talking about Jeongyeon”
“Oh wow, no honorifics? You guys are still that close huh?”
“Jimin.” you warned, trying to hold back the bite in your voice “I do not appreciate what you’re insinuating.”
He scoffed. “Yeah right, but what else should i have expected from an idol hopper.”
You both froze as soon as the words left his lips. Regret crowded his features in an instant.
“Y/N-”
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
“I didn’t mean-”
The sound of the slap rang out and echoed in the small passageway. Jimin winced but didn't move to soothe the burn on his cheek. Instead, reaching out to you. You stood with your chest heaving and tears filling up your eyes.
“Don't fucking touch me Park Jimin.” you seethed as you turned to walk away
“W-where are you going?’ he had the gall to ask.
“Away,” you said through gritted teeth, your back still turned. You looked at him over your shoulder.
Because if I stay here for one more second they will have to physically drag me off of you.”
#bts x black girl#bts chubby!reader#bts angst#park jimin#kim seokjin#taehuyng#bts namjoon#bts yoongi#bts jung hoseok#unedited#k pop group#jealousy#bts jungkook
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✰ SEEING YOU NAKED FOR THE FIRST TIME.
➬ pairing: idol!bts x black plus size!reader.
➬ rating: 18+
➬ word count: 6.7k. I'm sorry.
➬ warnings: i got a bit carried away with this one because i felt confident from the feedback on the maknae line version. you can read that one, here.
➬ note: for the plus size readers who need to know they're beautiful. ♡
✰ HYUNG LINE.
KIM NAMJOON.
You were watching Namjoon from the RV's kitchen. He had been busy recording the finishing touches of his mixtape, but he still wanted to go on the weekend trip that you had planned sometime last year. He was a bit freer than usual since the album had dropped and most of the boys had gone on vacation with their loved ones. This weekend was important because after this weekend, he would be traveling with Yoongi to produce music for artists who had requested him.
You admired him from a distance, seeing how hard he worked and how passionate he was about his work. In between recording tracks, he would send you a glance with that famous dimpled smile that you loved so much. You would send him a thumbs up to encourage him to continue on when he would appeared frustrated. "You got this babe," You said, leaning forward to kiss his earlobe after passing him a lemonade and glass of water here and there.
After he finished up tracks and tweaking production to his perfection, he met you in the kitchen while you were packing the traveling lunches for the hike that you two had prepared to go on this weekend. Namjooning, as ARMY liked to say it. "Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked, watching him work the crooks out his neck and roll his shoulders. He had clearly been in pain from sitting in his makeshift studio in the RV that you had rented for the weekend.
"I made a promise, so yes. I want to do it," He said, linking your fingers together in the sentimental way that he had always done with Jimin. You smiled and leaned to kiss him on the mouth, hands wrapping around his waist.
"You're always sticking to your promises for me. We can go out in the morning, just relax. Okay?" You said, taking his hand and leading him to the soft couch that needed to be pulled out to sit on. He stood and watched you take control, something you never did, with admiration on his face.
You sat him on the couch and kissed him once more, bringing his legs up to rest on the coffee table that you brought closer so he could relax. "I'll get a bath prepared and while you're in there, I'll start dinner!" You said, kissing him to solidify plans before heading into the master bedroom. The RV was honestly so worth it, the master bedroom being your favorite part. You went to close the blinds, grabbing your phone and texting the bodyguards that they could rest since the two of you would be staying in for the night.
You made the bed and headed into the tub, wiping the sweat from your brow as you prepared him a relieving bubble bath. You poured some lavender and eucalyptus oils, along with some natural herbs and other things you collected in your early morning travels while he slept. An idea crossed your mind and you looked to see if he was still resting on the couch, grabbing your phone and FaceTiming Jimin while the water ran in the tub.
"Jimin, am I supposed to do it now? You asked once he answered, looking to make sure that your Namu had still been resting on the couch while you "prepared" everything.
"Yes. Make sure you get some chocolates and wine. He likes beer, but he's too nice to turn you down." Jimin said, smiling into the camera and giving a thumbs up to encourage you. Yes, there was a plan and the plan was hopefully to put it on him tonight.
You two had known each other for a total of 4 years, but it was safe to say that you had been dating for 1 year and 6 months. Never in that time had you two had sexual relations. He was always a gentleman and took his time with you -- kissing you softly, holding you by your hand to help you walk up the stairs and walking on the outside when you two would walk on the street. That was rare, but he took care of you.
There was a con to that, however. It wasn't that you weren't sexually appealing, but he felt the need to be gentle with you and wanted to take his time with you. It was romantic, but your attitude had been getting bad as of lately. Working out with him, you started to wear lesser and lesser clothes and he would stare, but he would always hold himself back.
"You going into deep thought on me there?" Jimin asked you, giving you the conscious effort to turn around and turn the water off before the tub overflowed. You nodded your head and wished him a good night, thanking him for his encouragement.
After hanging up the phone with Jimin, you went into the living room and woke him from his catnap before telling him that he could head into the tub and relax. You kissed each other one more time before heading into the kitchen, drawing up a glass and some red wine to set the mood along with some strawberries decorated in chocolate drizzle. He would probably go on a mini rant about his diet and whatnot, softly rejecting you, but you still prepared it.
Knocking on the bathroom door, you called out to him, "Are you decent?" In which he responded with a hum. You entered the bathroom carefully with the wooden charcuterie board that had been covered in the strawberries and with the wine on top. "Here you are Mr. Kim," You said with a giggle, approaching the bathtub and balancing it perfectly. You stopped what you were doing, staring at his bare chest with thoughts that your mother wouldn't approve.
"Y/N?" He asked, knocking you out of the most embarrassing thing ever. He wore a smirk at his features, dragon eyes fogging over with something that you couldn't recognize.
"Sorry, I.. Anyways, just enjoy this okay? I'll come back with some candles so it's not so dark," You rushed out, turning to leave the bathroom before fanning yourself. You made sure to close the door behind you, stepping into the walk-in closet and grabbing the silk robe that covered and hugged your figure. It appealed to your curves and black naturally made you look slimmer, not that being slimmer was an issue. You let your curls down, letting them fall at your shoulders before silently running over to the mirror to make sure they weren't tangled. You collected most of your hair and placed it in a neat bun, two curtain curls framing the shape of your face. Brown lipstick went perfect with your melanin skin and it had been his favorite lipstick on you, as far as you had known.
You placed the necklace that was decorated with his initials around your neck, grabbing a few candles along with the lighter before heading into the bathroom. He had his head leaned back, eyes closed and wine glass in his hand as he hummed what appeared to be something unreleased. Good, he was relaxed and would be completely caught off guard by what you were about to do.
You placed the candles in corners of the tub and some around the bathroom before you started lighting them, humming something from his second released mixtape. Your voice often caught his attention and he would go on and on about how you needed to use it more, but you never would. You hadn't even recognized that whilst your back had been turned to him, he had been watching you. He had been fondling with his jean pocket that had been folded neatly on a chair nearby, looking at the small black box. This weekend meant a lot to the both of you, for different reasons.
When you turned to surprise him, his head had still been thrown back and his eyes had still been closed. You let the encouraging words of Jimin run through your mind before dropping your robe and effortlessly sneaking into the tub with him. You had been convinced that he was asleep when he didn't move a muscle or open his eyes at the water moving around. You moved to him, trying to calculate the proper movements before placing your lips on his chest.
The room was lit perfectly, masking some of your body until it was time to put it on the spotlight. His overall figure tensed up, looking at you with dragon eyes that seemed to widen at the realization that both of you had been in here naked. You had your lips at his neck and -
"Y/N, you know we don't have to do this," He said and you rolled your eyes, leaning back with a pout on your face.
"I know we don't and for a year, I've known that. I wanna give it to you," You said softly, leaning your face closer to his and brushing your lips against his. "Let me give it to you," You pleaded, begging for it, even.
"On one condition," He said, placing his wine glass down on the tub and wrapping his arms around your waist. He brought you closer, hands sliding down the arch of your back and over one roll (his favorite if he needed something to mess with). "You have to marry me."
You looked up from his lips and gulped in surprise, trying to see if this had been some sick prank. All the while you were planning to give him something special, he had been waiting to give something special to you. He reached over in his jean pocket, bringing out a black box. He opened it, water messing up with suede fabric. A gorgeous ring had been waiting for you with your name on it, something that looked far too expensive. "Kim Namjoon."
"Marry me, Y/N." He said, a tinted blush at his cheeks that you could see once the candle flickered over his features. You smiled, resting your weight on his leg before extending your hand, allowing him to place the ring on your finger and sealing it with a kiss that was hotter than the bathroom temperature. "Now that you're going to be my wife, you can get your back blown in." You smacked his peck, watching him go to cover the pain before you two shared a laugh. He raised his hand in a quick motion to smack the fire into your ass, but instead knocked his wine glass off the corner of the tub and onto the ground. With apologetic eyes, he leaned forward to connect his lips with yours.
In this moment, you had never felt happier.
KIM SEOKJIN.
"Seriously," He said in Korean, throwing his head against the car seat when the two of you had made it to his parent's cottage. "I'm just glad we made it." He grabbed your hand and looked over to you with a loving look in his eye.
It had been two weeks down until the two of you would be wed and you had promised his parents that you would reside at his house for the last two weeks up until the marriage. The past few months since your engagement had been full of wedding plan and not a lot of Seokjin, seeing as he was about to start touring soon. You didn't mind though, knowing that you would travel and support him amongst the crowd of ARMY's that sold out every location they would be going to. "I'm happy that we're here together," You said, bringing his hands up to kiss before his mother stepped out and waved at your arrival.
You had arrived a few hours before it was dinner and that worked perfect, knowing that Seokjin had made plans to cook up a storm for his family. The two of you exited the car, bringing his mother in a conjoined hug. "We missed you so much, Jinnie."
You smiled at their interaction, going to get the luggage out the trunk before Seokjin wrapped his arms around your waist and raised you into the air. It always amazed you how strong he was, a giggle flying off your lips. "You're not slick. Go inside and I'll bring these in," He held your chin after he placed you on the ground, giving you a chaste kiss before heading to the car to grab the luggage.
This had been your first time traveling without a large crew to protect Seokjin. It was a lot to to convince Bang PD, so the two of you had a deal. Traveling guarded up until a certain point was the deal, meaning that the guards were near but as out of sight as possible. You had no problem with the fame that came with Seokjin, but some normal was something the two of you loved the most.
You wrapped an arm around his mother and traveled inside, communicating with her in the best of your abilities before you went inside to greet his father. His family was well mannered and at the beginning of your relationship two years ago, you thought that being black and plus size might've been a problem.
It wasn't. His family loved to cook and you loved to eat, appreciating every meal that had been served to you. You truly earned their hearts by food, the best way in your opinion. "Seokjin said something about a chocolate cake you made him, are you going to make that for me?" His father asked as he brought the suitcases in, immediately defending something that belonged to him.
For a few minutes, you and his mother watched with an entertaining look on your features before you announced that you would be heading upstairs to settle in and take a shower. The house was rather big so once you walked a bit, it fell silent and peaceful. Seokjin's room had been remodeled and changed as he grew with age, but out of respect of his family you would sleep in one of the many guestrooms.
"What are you doing?" He asked once he met you on the other side of the house, placing your luggage inside his bedroom. "You're sleeping with me, no?"
You shook your head. "It's inappropriate and sort of traditional to not do that. My parents will be here in an hour," You said and he pouted, plush lips looking kissable. You leaned forward and did just that, prepared to sweet talk him out of getting what he wanted.
"Seokjin, you know can be rather handsy and the goal is to at least get some sleep," You whispered against his mouth when he checked if someone had been coming down the hallway, arms slipping around your frame and gripping your ass. In a second had his door been closed with you pressed up against it, giggling at how quickly this man became turned on.
"Y/N, it's been 2 weeks, 4 days and 32 hours since I've had my hands underneath your skirt. They're cold, baby.." The tone of his voice deepened and for a moment, he had you in a hold. That was until the sound of his mother coming down the hall with warm towels could be heard. You both put respective distance between each other before you opened the door to thank his mother for the towels.
Turned away, Seokjin concealed the massive boner in his pants while you closed the door and tried to relieve the tingle between your legs. "I'm gonna shower. I'll see you at dinner, okay?" You said, giving him a soft kiss before claiming a guest room as yours.
Two hours later, dinner was prepared and your Mother had made it to the house. You showed her to a room and helped her unpack along with his mother, the two of them gossiping about a TV show they had been watching. When Seokjin called you down for dinner, you had been in the process of changing into a dress and some flats that were comfortable for your feet. Seokjin loved when you wore your hair natural and free, so you wore it like that. Your mother had been setting the table with Seokjin's mother as everyone gathered in the kitchen. It was a mixed cuisine, your mother warming up some of her famous homemade pies and treats.
"This is lovely, Mama," You said, making Seokjin a plate. Him and his father had been at the table watching their plates get made, but the fire that was lit behind Seokjin's eyes had said caused that tingle to come back. You served his plate with a water and a beer, kissing his lips before taking a seat.
Your Mother prayed and all of you began to feast, checking in with Seokjin to make sure everything was good and if he wanted seconds. "I'm glad of the man you are, Seokjin. Your mother raised an absolute gentleman," Your mother said, sipping her wine. You could see a softness behind your eyes at the longing of her late husband, causing you to look at Seokjin with admiration as well. "Those ARMY women go crazy over you, but my sweet Y/N has managed to make you hers. What a beautiful couple," She said softly under her breath and you knew she meant well.
An interracial relationship wasn't the normal on either side, but love proved through and through to be enough for the both of you. Dinner went on fine and dandy, conversation about the wedding and what the next two weeks would look like. All of Bangtan and HYBE had been prepared to announce this marriage, which you were against but Seokjin felt some sort of disrespect keeping you a secret.
"It's not that deep. I don't want it to affect your idol-hood," You said once he had come into your bedroom after you responded to a text message letting him know you had made your choice.
"Y/N, it's worth more than that to me," Seokjin defended, clearly on the opposition of this entire thing. Of course, the two of you would decide on something together and him being famous was the least of his worries. You rolled your eyes and asked him to calm his voice down, even though you had been on the other wing of the house.
"We can talk about this in the morning. Please? You need to rest," You turned your back on him, shifting in the bed and looking to the wall. When you and Seokjin argued, it often ended good. Tonight, you had been pent up with sexual frustration and needed these two weeks to skate by so you could relieve yourself, respectfully.
Seokjin hovered over you, turning you with the force of one hand on your hand. Caging you in with his arms, he brought his face to yours and looked in your eyes. Searching for something, Seokjin scoffed with a chuckle before nodding his head. "You frustrated, baby?"
"Seokjin," You wanted to say but had been cut off by his soft lips touching yours. He knew how to kiss, that's for damn sure. He made a disapproving noise, placing his hand at your throat and with permission, sticking his tongue in your mouth.
"Be a good girl and let me make you feel good. Bad attitude, brat.." He mumbled, kissing at your chin and then down to your neck. Fuck, you had no idea how you would convince yourself that you could get out of this one. His hand had been at your thigh, spreading your legs by forming a fist. Soon, his thumb found your clit and with a hiss of surprise, you were drenched. "Look what you do to me," He said while standing, hard print showing through his trousers. His bed hair made everything so much more attractive. He should've taken that earring out from earlier.
"Seokjin, we're at your parents house. The door isn't locked," You said while sitting up, your gown strap falling off your shoulder. He tensed at the sight of some collarbone and you looked down, realizing that the flesh of your breast had been showing more than usual. His eyes had been glued there and you blushed, going to cover it but he looked at you with such pleading eyes..
You found yourself lowering the strap and while you did that, he took a seat. Manspread and all, he watched you under a hot gaze. You stripped from your nightgown, allowing your entire upper body to be seen before you kicked the covers off and allowing your lower half to be seen. Lace panties so with good enough eyesight, your pussy would be seen.
"Here's what's going to happen, brat," He said and you closed your legs. Oh, it was that type of timing. "You're going to make yourself cum and I'm going to watch. Okay?"
You nodded your head and he smiled, chewing at his bottom lip before looking to the door and then the clock. It was past midnight. "Good girl. You're such a good girl for me," He praised you and you removed your panties.
You were the perfect wife for him. That was something that everyone knew.
MIN YOONGI.
"Hi, I'm here for Min Yoongi," You said to the receptionist. She looked up to you, causing you to smile and show that you had a guest badge that allowed you to head into the Genius Lab.
"You can head up to the 5th floor," She said without sparing you another glance and a part of you wanted to tell Yoongi so that she could be micromanaged on a bad attitude. You smiled having nothing else to say and headed to the elevators. The HYBE building had been busy at all times and decked out in security guards, but you had the necessary materials to at least go and visit Yoongi.
Turning the knob to the studio, at first glance, you had been surprised at how clean it had been. It wasn't that Yoongi was a mess or anything, but it always looked different when he knew you were visiting. There had been more couch space and more snacks for you to munch on while he worked long hours. You always appreciated his effort to make you feel at home and comfortable, seeing a couple of Shooky plushies that were decorating the couch.
Yoongi had been in the studio booth, a woman with curly hair sitting in the chair and moving over the vocal tracks that he had been working on. For a minute, the two of them had been so invested in work that they hadn't noticed your arrival. You almost felt bothered, but then you thought about how attractive Yoongi looked while he was in work mode. Agust D mode, you liked to say.
You made yourself comfortable on the couch, placing the food that you had brought down and snapping pictures of him working. You sent the pictures over to your homegirls who had traveled out here with you, not believing that you had been summoned by Yoongi this time. There was no reason for your best friend to be under a NDA contract, either. She's been with you from the beginning since you matched with Yoongi on a dating app last year.
"When did you get in?" He said coming out of the booth and paying close attention to the female producer that you had been working with. She had no nice expression for you, but it wasn't a mean one to you, either. You stood up to hug him, making sure that it wasn't too long and it wasn't too brief. He liked his affection, but he always pretended like he didn't care for it.
"Just a few minutes, I brought some lunch.." You said in a cautious voice to the female producer who was paying a lot of attention to you. Yoongi looked over your expression and licked his lips while your mind was elsewhere, making sure that you and him would have some alone time before you had to go to work yourself.
You were an underground female producer yourself, but you kept it under wraps. That's why you and Yoongi bonded, you'd like to think. You were a rarity out here in Korea. Black, plus size and talented? You needed to be protected. Yoongi had been in discussion with getting you some sort of contract at HYBE, but you wanted to do it all on your own.
In Korean, he addressed the female producer that seemed to catch your attention before it seemed as though he was dismissing her. She came to hug him, a little too friendly for your liking. Since when was he hugging bitches?
You plopped down on the couch, loudly and got on your phone, ignoring the flirtatious way she spoke to him. You had been living out here for some years, so you were hip to knowing certain words. You had been trying for him, hell.
"Let's eat," He said once she cleared the studio, locking the door behind him and pulling out his phone. Your situation with Yoongi was complicated on both ends. You two had been go with the flow type of people and that resulted into neither of you having a title, but you acted like you were in a relationship. Stolen kisses here and there, it was obvious that the both of you were feeling each other.
"Who was she?" You asked with a soft voice, chewing the inner corner of your lips at what he would respond.
"A producer. She was recently signed here and she's underneath my training," He said, leaning forward to wipe some food from your lip and placing his thumb in his mouth afterwards. "I love the braids, did you do them?" He asked, taking another bite into his wrap before you nodded.
Yoongi was nonchalant, but he noticed a lot. "I did, thank you." You said and the two of you fell silent. He had been scrolling on his phone, reclined on the couch and watching cat videos on Tiktok. You could tell he was comfortable around you, hand kneading into your thigh as he relaxed. You leaned over and placed a kiss at his lips, automatically grabbing his attention as he smiled.
"Hi beautiful," He said, leaning closer and placing his mouth over yours. You always loved that he gave you space but whenever you invited him to be affectionate, he would reciprocate that same energy. He placed his mouth over yours again, the kiss being sweet at first until his tongue started to dance along your bottom lip.
"Mm," You said, inviting him to lay on top of you and in between your legs. "Yoongi," You whimpered out, placing your head against the plushie and looking into his eyes.
"Yes, Y/N?" He said, kissing at your neck before meeting your gaze.
"I don't have to worry about her, do I?" You asked, looking away from his gaze and into the producer seat to hint at what you had been talking about. He looked for a moment and sighed, leaning up from the position and sitting at the couch. At first, he pulled out his phone and seemed to ignore you. That alone would have brought tears to your eyes.
He handed you the phone and you grabbed it, appearing to be in a group chat with him and the rest of the members. It had been pictures of you sleeping, declarations of how much he had been fallen for you and a conversation between him and his eldest hyung on how he wanted to make sure you were comfortable and felt the same way. "Yoongi!" You said with a laugh, realizing that he had taken an indecent looking photo of you while you were asleep in his studio one time. Double chin and all, he gushed in the following messages about how beautiful you had been.
"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry I never said it out loud, I just thought you knew," He said and smiled weakly. You thought to all the things he did, helping you out with your own music career as a producer. He noticed everything from your hair down to the color of your toes and because of your own insecurities, you had no idea. Right there in that moment, you burst out into tears. "Y/N?" He said with an awkward chuckle, bringing his hand to catch a few tears.
"Yoongi, you're so good to me," You cried, burying your face into your hands as he stared at you for a few moments. Then, he burst out in awkward laughter.
"You're good to me too, you know? You bring me food, you support everything I do. You love my family, you're comfortable to sleep on and I never have to worry about anything because we communicate so well," Yoongi said, rubbing your back before inviting your head to rest at his shoulder.
For the next few hours, you cried into his arm, it was time for the both of you to leave the Genius Lab and turn in for a night of movies. Yoongi came home with you this time, which it was usually the other way around. "Popcorn and soda?" He asked in the kitchen while you rested at the couch. You nodded your head before letting him know you'd change in the bedroom.
One thing you loved about Yoongi was that even though he was smaller, he wore bigger clothes that you could fit into. He loved seeing you in his clothing and he purposely shopped up a few sizes so that you could have something of his when he got busy with work. You changed into a shirt that covered you like a dress, deciding tonight that you would wear no panties. Consider it a wild thought, but you just wanted to try something bold.
Walking out into the dark living room, you took a seat next to him and grabbing the popcorn off the table. Yoongi was going on and on about the movies that Jimin had claimed he watched over and over, so right now The Notebook was the first one. Yoongi found comfort by squeezing your thigh, cold rings from his hand making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He groaned, manspreading and reclining further into the love seat to snuggle closer to you. You wore his favorite perfume and he adored how cute you looked in your bonnet. Halfway into the movie, the thigh touches and groaning got to be enough for you, your lips finding comfort in his.
You usually made it a few movies in before the makeout sessions would start, but neither of you seemed patient enough to wait. "Girl," He said, breaking from your kiss and looking down as though you had been on fire. "Stand up." He said and you looked at him like you had been crazy. "Stand up, Y/N."
You stood, the shirt falling over your ass before he could confirm his theory. He wagged his finger over to you, demanding your closer before his hands rubbed up the back of your thighs and with a confirming thought, over your bare ass. He looked up at you with eyes full of lust and nodded his head, chuckling to hide it as best as he could.
"You must want me to fuck you up," He said, standing and placing you back on the couch. There was a tent in his sweats, but you ignored that for your sanity. Quickly, he got to his knees and you closed your legs while scooting up the love-seat.
"Uh-uh," He said, shaking his head with a knowing look on his face. "Is this the reason you skipped out on bringing dessert at lunch, today?" He said and you smiled. He noticed everything and that made you love him more.
"Maybe.." You said softly while he grabbed your ankles, kissing your toes and calf muscles while he laughed.
"So let me have my dessert now then, baby.." He pleaded with a pout and you had already knew -
He didn't even need an answer.
JUNG HOSEOK.
Hoseok never judged you for the work that you did. In a sense of fashion, it had been similar to his. It was an art, a way to express yourself and feel loved amongst the stage. It was never a secret in your relationship, nor had it been a secret to his friends.
Het met you at a studio that he was shooting at one day, not knowing that in the next room over that those type of classes had been going on. You had been at the vending machine, shorts riding up your ass and messy hair that was tied into a ponytail at the top of your head. Drenched in sweat and frustrated at the vending machine had been the first time he had seen you.
Now, 8 months later, nothing had changed.
Except, he was coming to visit you instead of filming a music video. It had been well after midnight and tonight, you didn't work a shift at the club. You taught classes here at a well renowned studio. Each floor was something different, but you ran this floor on the days that you worked. He had been walking through the door while you cleaned and sanitized the poles, looking at him with a warm smile on your features. "Hoseok, boy." You said as he danced his way over, placing a soft kiss at your lips. You were still catching your breath from class. "Do you know my schedule?"
"I do. We've been together for a while now," He said as an appropriate excuse. "Plus, I just wanted to make sure that you were getting home safe tonight." You smiled, knowing that there had been some break-ins near the Dance Studio that you worked out. Hoseok went out of his way to come over to this side of Downtown that wasn't so pretty. He traveled with protection, however.
"You need to be careful. Class let out a little late because of this special project and I don't want you getting noticed over here," You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning forward to kiss him softly. He hated when you talked about yourself as though you were below him, distaste dancing over his features as he shook his head.
"You have the same passion as I do," He said walking over to the table and placing the food down before grabbing a pole and spinning around it as you giggled. You were a stripper in most of your night times and a pole dance teacher in most. Thankful to Hoseok's fame, you had been protected at all times, even at the club. "What are you working on, anyway?"
"It's a surprise, but I can show you.." You alluded while pressing your hands into his chest and forcing him to take a seat. You had been teaching a special class, but it was for him. Some of your students had been a fan of BTS, so you took a mix of their contemporary songs and tried to work with it. It was a beautiful masterpiece, a mix between the rapline and vocal line tracks from their infamous Wings album. You removed your hoodie and stood in your bra and shorts that were riding your ass. This had been the most naked that he had seen you ever, so his mouth was open before the music even begin. You walked over and pressed the boom box, the mix of contemporary music from the Wings album blaring throughout the studio.
Although you were a plus size pole dancer, there was no secret that dancing was a passion of yours. Boy Meets Evil and it's chorus had filled the room, you dancing the choreography that Hoseok danced years ago being the first few steps. You did a backwards cartwheel, which was a substituted move from the backflip in his original choreography, onto the pole and grabbed it with two hands. Breath control was needed as you let the weight of the pole fall between the back of your knee, twirling downwards until your feet could be placed onto the ground. You grinded the air, bringing some of your confidence in with your eyes while making eye contact. Hoseok was across the room starstruck, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and eyes everywhere on your body.
You continued through until you didn't want to spoil the ending, smiling and jogging over to turn the music off completely. "What did you think?" You said, walking over to the table and beginning to open up the food bag to chow down on some late night dinner.
"You're seriously amazing," He said, fanning himself as he grabbed his food and remained silent. "You're like a Goddess, Y/N. You're so good at that," He kept repeating which caused you to giggle.
Hoseok had never seen into that side of your life. He knew it existed, but seeing you perform it in front of him - He thought it was art alone. It took a lot of courage, especially as a plus woman, for you to get on the pole and dance amongst females so much smaller than you.
You allowed his words to pour over to you that weekend when you had a shift at the club. You had finished both sets on the stage and had been in the back. Men had never requested you for a private dance and if they did, they were regular and good paying customers. "Darling," The Boss said coming into the dressing room. He addressed you by your stage name, although the two of you were good friends.
"You've got a new request for a private dance down in the Dungeon. Make me proud, girl!" He said and you smiled, thanking the high heavens that your friend made sure you got the best of your work night. You stood in a robe and headed to the Dungeon, waving around at men who stopped and offered you money. It seemed like it was a good night. You placed your head against the wall and tried to imagine that every man you danced for was Hoseok.
When you entered the Dungeon, you were guided from a bodyguard on which room it was that your guest had been waiting in and before walking in, you hung your robe up.
"Hoseok?!" You said in a hushed whisper, covering your body up whilst he sipped from a wine glass and stared at the parts you couldn't cover. "I..What are you even doing here? Do you know how dangerous it is to be here because of your reputation?" You continued to ask in a hushed whisper, turning around to grab your robe before he cleared his throat.
"I just wanted to see more of this side of you since earlier this week," He said, honestly. You let your hands fall from your body, watching how his eyes widened and he went to bite his lip. Manspread, he covered his mouth with his hand. "You drive me crazy." He stated before standing and towering over you.
"It makes me absolutely sick that men get to see you. You're treasure and," He seemed to be lost at his words, cupping your face with his hands before placing soft kisses at your lips.
"Hoseok, you deserve to see me this way, you know?" You sighed. "I just wanted some normalcy to us. Men stare at me half clothed all day long and you never asked," You said to him.
"Because I didn't need to see it. You're beautiful fully clothed and you're beautiful like this to. Y/N," He said, grabbing your hand and taking a seat on the couch until you towered over him. "Fuck. Will you please dance for me again?" He asked politely.
You needed no money from Hoseok, so he paid you in compliments the entire time. You danced for him, highlighting features of your body that he didn't get to see all the time and he sat there, like a kid in the candy shop being gifted the highest price in the store. That was enough to make you feel beautiful for a lifetime.
i hope you enjoyed this one! please make sure you reblog and most importantly, submit more headcanons you'd like to see in the request box. :) thank you for being supportive! i'm trying to cook up a series or story..who would you like to see it with?
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pleaseeeeeeee can anyone recommend me some bts x chubby reader stories?😔 specifically speaking, a polyamorous relationship between jjk+kth with the reader.
#chubby#x reader#plus size#polyamory#chubby reader#smut#jungkook#bts#taehyung#namjoon#seokjin#yoongi#hoseok#jimin#fanfic#oneshot#fanfiction#poly#polyamorous#bts x reader#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#namjoon x reader#seokjin x reader#hoseok x reader#jimin x reader#yoongi x reader#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction
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Uhhh I made another concept about a Mafia!Jin x fem!reader on my accidentally deleted account… so I’m just gonna retell it here (because I can’t control myself and i haven’t posted in awhile)
Ok so Jin is big mafia dude and reader is like a plant shop owner that occasionally sets up a stall at a farmer’s market
She makes different sauces each time she’s at the market as an example of what people can make with the herbs she sells at her store
And Jin is the main person who cooks for the rest of the boys so he sometimes wanders around the flea market for fresh ingredients
And one day he finds reader’s stall while she made gnocchi with homemade pesto sauce
She offers Jin a taste because she notices that he’s been lurking around her stall, staring at the pasta
So they get talking and flirting back and forth and eventually Jin has to leave, but reader lets him have the rest of the pasta and sauce
So jin gets home all smiley, and the boys DEFINITELY take notice that he’s in a good mood
They pester him for answers but he simply smiles and shrugs it off
It keeps happening for months and the boys notice new food in their fridge every so often that Jin DID NOT COOK and they’re all confused
So one day they follow Jin to the market like scooby doo style (poking their heads in a single line behind a wall) and they see Jim flirting with one of the vendors and basically think “WHO IS OUR FATHER FLIRTING WITH” and act like kids that are scandalized when they see their parents kiss
In the middle of Jin and reader’s conversation he hears the guys arguing and talking loudly so he freezes a second before excusing himself for a second
He walks over to them and basically whisper yells “what the hell are you doing here” and drags them home after saying goodbye to the reader
It’s basically gonna be mainly fluff because i cant will myself to make them sad.
Jin and the rest of them being mafia dudes doesn’t really play a huge part in the plot, maybe something will happen with reader being used as in a hostage situation against Jin but I’ll figure it out later
I just want this to be really cute and domestic for fun
#bts x chubby reader#bts x reader#chubby!reader#jin x reader#bts mafia au#mafia!jin#jhope x reader#jimin x reader#namjoon x reader#jungkook x reader#mafia!bts#yoongi x reader#taehyung x reader#jin x chubby!reader#mafia!bts x reader
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