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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Kith

synopsis; in which Jin can’t resist the adorable toddler antics of his daughter, not even when he’s on a vlive.

pairing; dad!seokjin x mom!reader

genre; fluff, humor, drabble, idol au, domestic au, dad au, vlive au, married au

warnings; just Jin being the sweetest dad ever 🥹

rating; PG-13

w/c; 707

a/n; but like, can y’all picture it as much as I have? this is something he would most definitely do for his little one and I’m not SOBBING you are!!!! ps - kith is how I used to say ‘kiss’ when I was young as well as say ‘lippy’ when I wanted to wear lipstick/chapstick sooooo that’ll be incorporated in this fic. 😙

Jin could hear the shuffle of tiny feet and loud giggles before his office door swung open, only to slam back against the wall. He made an involuntary wince, nervous chuckle spilling out.

In an instant the vlive was flooded with the same topic of comments, more than well aware who the culprit was behind the noise from previous streams.

OMG WHERE IS SHE????

ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE SHE’S BEEN ON HERE!!!

You tried, you really tried.

There was only so much you could do to entertain your 3 year old daughter while her father did his vlive in the other room. From Barbie’s, to cars, to board games, to books, to arts and crafts, to dance parties, to glitter, to glam —

Which unfortunately for Jin, was the last thing you both did before your daughter decided that enough was enough and your makeover was complete so now she was determined to do daddy’s as well.

By the time your exhausted body was able to make it to his office, she had already made herself comfortable on his lap. She was waving at the camera and smiling wide, lipstick stained teeth being shown to who knows how many people tonight. Jin’s eyes flicker up to meet your apologetic ones behind the camera, mouth opening to assure you that it was okay, when your daughter decided she had other plans.

“Daddy, lippy!” She demanded, thrusting her small hands your way. You raise a brow at her, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your voice is calm, but stern.

“What do we say, love?”

She pouts cutely, bottom lip jutting out as she sinks into her father’s embrace at your ‘mom’ voice.

“Pwease, can I have lippy?”

“Well, baby, that depends on daddy and if he wants to wear lippy.”

All it takes is one puppy dog eyed look from his daughter and he’s sighing in defeat, nodding his head at you and putting his hand out towards you to grab the lipstick container from you.

You mouth the words ‘sorry, honey’ as you give it to him. He gives you a playful glare, but smiles to let you know not to take him seriously. Sitting off to the side, still behind the camera, you sit down on the large bean bag your husband insisted he needed in his home office.

You watch the chaos unfold with a content smile. Your daughter turns around in his lap, and once he hands her the uncapped lipstick, all caution gets thrown to the wind. Once she deems him to be done, she looks over at you with one last demand from her tiny, devious little mind.

She brings her hands out wide, to then quickly smash them together with a loud clap.

“Now, kith!”

You and Jin look at each other, having a silent conversation. In the end, he just shrugs his shoulders and leaves the decision up to you. You close your eyes, letting out a quiet exhale, before you heave yourself back up to stand, walking over to them the short distance and into the view of the camera for the first time.

The comments begin to explode over what they see, but not from the sweet kiss you have with your husband, no.

It’s because of your very obvious, pregnant belly that sticks out like a sore thumb. Something you both have kept secret for 7 months now.

When you pull away, he plants a kiss on your white oversized t-shirt wearing belly, leaving a perfect lipstick stain of his lips. You lean your body sideways against him, and his head lays on your belly. Your daughter gives a small kiss of her own and when you stare at the monitor of your perfect little soon to be family of four, your heart bursts with both warmth and love.

Your daughter lets out a big yawn, and Jin just laughs, patting her head.

“Alright, looks like it’s time to sign off. Thank you everyone for joining and all of the congratulations and well wishes for the new baby. Till next time, bye!”

As if all of you planned it prematurely, you all pucker your lips at the camera while you wave, and give the heart sign.

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kazscrows · 1 year

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Inej✨

#Kaz actually took this picture and you can’t change my mind #can you imagine domestic Kanej?#azgjkgsgjjvzs #bless Freddy for this photo #Inej 🔪💘#inej ghafa #six of crows #shadow and bone #kaz brekker #kanej #shadow and bone netflix #bts #amita suman #freddy carter

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yoonlattesworld · 2 years

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Need you so bad

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Husband yoongi x wife reader one shot

Synopsis: in which, you feel like he doesn't love you anymore which was the result of him working and neglecting you for almost a month. So of course he has to show you how much he needs you.

Genre/warnings: married au,fluff, smut , angst, unprotected sex,breeding kink,dom yoongi, slight fingering, dry humping, husband yoongi, needy sex,yearning,edging,sir kink.

Taglist (open) ♡ @bunnyrhe @rosquilleta @creatorspalace @raineandskye @shymagda-7 @yoonaasa

Author's pov

You sighed watching the empty side of bed where your husband was supposed to be. The sheets were cold meaning he has been gone since hours. You lost count of how many times it has been that he came home late after you fell asleep and went to work early when you were still sleeping. The only time you can manage to see him was if you wake up at early hours so you could catch him before he left. It almost made you feel as if he's doing it on purpose so he doesn't have to see you.

You know you shouldn't feel like this. You have always known that he is very passionate about his work and take pride in it. But you can't help it. Not when it's been almost a month since you properly saw him. Hugged him, kissed him. When was the last time you even had a proper conversation with him? Are you the only one who misses him? Does he not feel this way? And even as you miss just being with him, your body yearns for him too. And it hurts to think that you're the only one who is yearning for him when it's been more than a month since you both had any intimacy.

You sniffle quietly and brush away the small tear that managed to escaped before getting up to take a shower. Even while brushing your teeth,you miss him when you're suddenly reminded of the time when you both used to brush together when you were dating. Or when you both would share a sweet, innocent kiss after brushing which would sometimes turn into a more heated one. Which would end up with you pinned against the shower wall. Even in those times,you felt safe,loved.

Sighing you got out of the shower and wore one of his hoodie over some comfortable pajama pants. You were planning to go grocery shopping today but now you just want to crawl back on the bed and silently sit by yourself. After drinking your coffee, you busied yourself with work in hopes of not thinking about him. You're sure you cleaned the whole house spotless by noon and realized it was almost 2 pm. Not having the mood to make a proper meal you ate your favorite ramen. You were going to eat alone anyway.

You managed to go through half a day without having constantly reminded of him, thanks to all the chores. But now after eating, you realized you had nothing to do anymore other than sitting on the couch alone with a thin blanket wrapped around you.Mindlessly changing the channels, you don't know when you picked up your phone. Or when you scrolled through his number. But before you could stop yourself, your thumb had already clicked on his number and only when you heard the ring, did you realized what you had done.

A ring went by and you immediately panicked when his deep voice was heard. "Hello? Y/n are you alright?"

Your heart soared. His first response to your unexpected call was to make sure you're fine. Well you couldn't blame him because you never called him during work hours. "Y/n? Baby you there?" Oh you forgot the call was on. Clearing your throat you responded "y-yeah I'm alright "

It was silent for a moment before he said "you sure? You don't usually call me around this time"

Great now you even made him worried. Feeling tears welling up you said "I'm fine i-i just wanted to know if you're coming home tonight? Are you busy right now?" You didn't noticed the small crack in your voice but he did.

"I'm in a middle of something but i can come home right now babygirl. Are you sure you're fine?"

Hearing the concern in his voice only made more tears fill in your eyes and you only felt worse knowing you disturbed him when he was working. "Oh" you sniffled pulling the blanket tighter and mumbled "n-no you don't need to come home it's okay just make sure to take a break and eat properly. Bye" you went to hang up knowing you'll start sobbing if you heard his voice any longer but he wasn't going to let you do that.

"Y/n don't hang up" hearing his deep voice your thumb froze over the red icon and you hesitantly placed the phone back over your ear. You can imagine him running his hair through his hair right now. Sometimes he did when he was stressed or frustrated. "Talk to me doll. What happened?"

Not being able to hide it,a sob ripped through your throat. A sound that immediately send yoongi into a frenzy of worries. Feeling his heart clenching at the broken sound he stood up from his office chair "y/n? Baby what's wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?" He was about to take his suit jacket when the next words you whispered halted his steps.

"Do you still love me?" Silence was all you heard through the other line making you doubt your actions. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously not hearing any response . Another second went by before you uttered "y-yoongi?-"

"What did you say?" Your eyes widened when you heard the anger in his voice. It seemed more than anger. Almost fury. "Y/n. What did you say?" You were biting your bottom lip so hard you winced when you tasted the metallic liquid. Taking a deep shaky breath, you whispered "do you love me anymore?"

The line went dead silent before you looked at the phone surprised when you realized yoongi hung up. He cut the call. What does that mean? You let out a muffled sob, trying to hide the sound by your hands as more tears spilled from your eyes. Sniffling you wiped your face and stood up, going to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You're almost sure he won't come home today. You just want to go back to the time when he was sweet boyfriend. Why did this have to happen? What if there is someone else? Someone better than you?

After drinking the water you went over to the sink to wash your face, to get rid of the dry tears. After wiping your face you took a shaky breath, making your way towards the stairs but then you heard the door lock beeping signaling someone is entering the password. Turning around a little surprised, you started walking towards the living room. No one usually comes here around this time that's why you were a little startled. But what surprised you more was when the door was ripped open and you saw your husband yoongi walking inside with long strides. His face holding a furious expression. Looking at him with wide eyes you said "y-yoongi?"

He looked at you as if he wanted to devour you as he walked towards you with dominant steps. His jaw was clenched and before you could say anything, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you flush towards you and smashed his lips on yours causing you to stumble back with a gasp as your hands found their place on his chest. His grip around you tighten and he let out an almost animalistic growl kissing you harder which had you gasping for air as you struggled to keep up with his pace. His other hand went to the back of your head and he gripped your hair pulling you ina deeper kiss causing you to whimper.

"Y-yoongi what's g-gotten into you" you gasped in between the kiss as he continued sucking and biting your lips till they were red and bruised. "How dare you" he groaned with his hand going down inside your pajamas and you gasped as he roughly pushed your panties aside and only now did you realized how wet you got just by him kissing you. A small whimper left your lips when his long fingers came in contact with your womanhood. "Fuck" he whispered kissing and sucking bruises on the sensitive skin of your neck, feeling the wetness on his fingers. "How dare you question my love for you" he growled rubbing harsh circles on your clit causing you to arch your back, as you gripped his arms to support yourself "o-oh yoongi " you moaned as his speed increased and his long finger entered into your tight cunt. Thrusting his finger in and out of your weeping hole, you cried out as he added another finger in, feeling your climax approaching quickly. "Ah yoongi please" you whimpered holding onto his shoulders for dear life as the feeling became too much and just as you were about to come,he pulled his hand back causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness "no yoongi please"

He slapped your butt roughly and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him causing you to gasp as you felt his hardness against you. "You were questioning my love for you? I'll show you much i love you y/n " he murmured moving your hips against his, so that your cunt was rubbing against his hard length "yoongi" you gasped as he suddenly picked you up causing you to wrap your arms around his neck, with your face buried in his neck. His arms around you tighten as he kicked the door shut with his leg and threw you on the bed causing you to gasp as he ripped off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling you up with one hand he took your hoodie off and threw in on the floor along with your pajamas, groaning as your bare chest came in his view. "Fuck" he hissed coming on top of you amd wrapped his lips around your hardening nipple, massaging your other breasts with one hand as small moans spilled from your lips with your fingers running through his hair.

As he sucked marks all over your chest, his lips came on yours, and he noticed the small bruise on your lips. He didn't need to be told how that happened because he knows that you have a habit of biting your lips when you're nervous. His eyes softened for a moment and he pressed a soft, gentle kiss on your bottom lip before his eyes hardened and he took off his belt and pants along with his briefs, freeing his length which slapped against his abdomen and you whimpered in want, watching the precum already forming . "Yoongi " you whispered, feeling your already damp panties dampening more at the sight. You gasped as he growled and slapped your ass harshly "watch your mouth" "yes sir" you whimpered as his hand went towards your panties and he easily ripped the fabric causing you to gasp at his roughness as he came down, his length brushing against your wet folds.

Groaning he smashed his lips on yours, his hand blindly guiding yours towards his cock and he growled feeling your small fingers wrapping around his dick "fuck. You feel this? You're the reason I'm so fucking hard right now" he grunted, his hips buckling against your hand as you pumped his length whimpering his name. Gripping your wrist he pinned your hands besides your head, grinding the head of his cock against your clit which had you gasping "sir please i need you" you whimpered pulling your hands to wrap them around him but he didn't let you and only tighten his grip . He groaned feeling your wetness against his cock mumbling "how can you think i don't love you anymore. When i need you so much."

You gasped and whimpered at the stretch when he suddenly slammed his length inside your tight hole, pulling all the out with just his tip inside and then slamming back inside causing you to moan loudly "oh my god sir" "god fucking dammit " he hissed when you clenched around him tightly and gritted his teeth, continuously pulling out and slamming back inside. The pace was animalistic, causing you to jerk back everytime he thrusted In, low groans falling from his lips as his eyes watched your beautiful breasts bouncing with every thrust "fucking questioning my love when all i can think about is you" he grunted fucking into you deeper, with his one hand keeping your hands pinned above your head and other one holding you leg against your chest, which gave him a deeper angel. "I-I'm sorry sir!" You sobbed trying to free your hand to hold him, but he would only hold them more tight "no angel you don't get to touch me. Not after thinking about all that bullshit. What else were thinking about hmm?" You moaned not being able to form a sentence but also because you didn't want to tell him. And as if he could read your thoughts he freed your leg and his hand went down between your bodies to rub your clit which threw you into another level of pleasure "hah oh my god p-please yoongi" you cried out as his movements quickened "fucking tell me" he growled sucking harsh marks on your neck.

You sobbed as tears of pleasure ran down your face gasping out "t-that I'm not good enough argh- that t-there is someone better than me- oh sir!" You moaned loudly as his pace increased. He was rough and unforgiving as he gripped your hips in a bruising grip, with the sound of skin slapping increasing as he pounded inside you "God dammit" yoongi groaned thrusting in with long and powerful thrusts "you think there is someone else? That there is someone better than you? Look here" he grunted holding your chin and your eyes fell on the tattoo which was above his collarbone. You sobbed seeing your name printed on his skin. "You see this?" He said signaling to the necklace dangling around his neck. The one you gave him on your second date. It been 5 years since that day but he still wears it. "it's you" he panted leaning his head against yours. You could think nothing besides how much you love him. How important he is to you.

And so, you whispered it in response looking at him with teary eyes as his own stared into yours "i love you yoongi. I love you so much. I-i was scared" you choked up and his jaw clenched. Leaning down he pressed his lips on yours in a much gentle, and deep kiss. Pouring all his love for you in that kiss. Panting your name he wiped the tears softly as his actions got more gentle. His thrusts getting slower and deeper as you felt your high approaching "i love you more than anything in this damn world. Don't ever question my love for you again " he groaned out feeling his balls tightening "I'm sorry sir" you whimpered and he pressed another deep kiss on your lips, whispering "come for me my love" and you did. Harder than you've ever before. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream with tears running down your face, you let the pleasure wrap around you as his arms held you securely and he moaned your name raspily watching you milking his cock.

You managed to whisper "c-come inside me please" as your legs shook because of the powerful orgasm. He growled at your words "fuck.makes me want to fuck my kid inside you. You want that?" You nodded immediately, whimpering softly "yes please yoongi want your kids. Want to be a mother" he groaned burying his face in your neck mumbling "you'll be the most beautiful mother round with my kids. Fuck! I'm coming- " he let out a long groan as his balls emptied with his cock shooting ropes and ropes of cum inside your quivering pussy "i love you so fucking much" he grunted breathing heavily and you whispered "i love you too" closing your eyes tiredly, wincing as he gently pulled his cock out after a moment. He grunted as some of his cum started dripping out of your womanhood and he collected it on his thumb and pushed it back inside causing you to clench around nothing. "Keep it in" he mumbled patting your butt gently and collapsed besides you with a grunt.

After a second he pulled you close to him, holding you securely as you rested your head against his chest, with your arms wrapping around his torso. He gently held your wrist and rubbed it,frowning as he saw the red bruise "fuck does it hurt?" He mumbled kissing your wrist softly and you shaked your head snuggling into his chest "just a little sore" you whispered sighing against his warmth and he mumbled "I'm sorry angel" you looked at him kissing his jaw softly "it's okay yoon. I was just overthinking " he sighed shaking his head and held you tighter "and i should have been there to stop all those thoughts." You smiled softly rubbing his chest as he kissed your head lovingly "i love you babygirl. I'll always love you. And you're the strongest and most beautiful woman in my life. So don't ever think that there is someone else" you nodded whispering "i love you too yoongi. And I'm sorry for asking that" he chuckled although it sounded sad "it's my fault that i made you doubt us. I'm sorry sweetheart " "it's okay mr min" you giggled teasingly tracing the tattoo lightly "when did you got this done?" "Few days ago. But i forgot to show you" he smiled sheepishly causing you to giggle more.

Noticing your eyes dropping with every second he kissed your forehead and mumbled "sleep babygirl. I'll be here when you wake up" you hummed closing your eyes whispering "i love you " "i love you too angel" he murmured watching you slipping into a deep slumber.

When you asked that question, it made him realize just how long he has been neglecting you, his beautiful wife who has been with him with every step in his life. And he was furious at himself for making you feel that way when all you deserve was all the love from him. Sighing tiredly he held you tighter, a small smile making its way to his lips when a sudden thought of a baby's laugh bouncing in this house came to his mind.

~▪︎~

If 6 years ago someone had told him that he would be holding his sleeping wife and his beautiful daughter his arms,he would laughed at the person. Because never did he thought that he would become a successful husband and a dad in the near future. But when you stirred in his arms, whispering a small "yoongi " in your sleep, hugging him and your daughter tighter, he is so glad that you, a freshman in college got locked with him, a senior in his last year, in a classroom whose door was damaged.

Because that was the day he felt like he was alive again,when you looked at him with your wide doe eyes, in that pretty white sweater with those big glasses,and the moment you called him in a panicked state "sunbae i think we are locked " he knew he was in love.

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bluewhale52 · 1 year

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Summary: Yoongi posts his Hip Hop 101 video on BangtanTV and shakes his booty for all Army to see. Unfortunately he forgets that ONE person gets dibs on first viewing.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x wife!reader

Genre: idol!au, established relationship

WC: <1k

Rating: NSFW, no minors allowed

Warning: jealousy, jealous sex, penetrative sex, chair sex, studio sex, unprotected sex, reader takes charge, orgasm denial

~Part of the Domestic Yoongi series~

A/N: hello! My first fic of 2023! 🎉 hope you all like it! Crossposted to my AO3.

Yoongi jolts in shock when the headphones on his head are pulled back. He turns in his chair to find you, an annoyed expression painted across your face. His mind immediately runs through the list you have given him earlier that day- did he miss anything? Did he forget to pick something up? Did he spend too much time in his home studio again?

“Hey babe, what's u-”

“Min Yoongi,” you cut him tersely. Okay, this is not good. He’s in real trouble now. You hold your phone to his face, a youtube video open and playing.

“Hey, that’s the hip hop dance 101 I did.”

You near slam your phone down on the desk behind him. “Yes, it is.”

“Um…” Yoongi rakes his brain, not understanding where your anger is coming from. “You don’t like it?”

He swallows hard when you straddle him. “Oh I like it, Yoongi. I like it a lot. I like that you’re doing all these classes and inspiring your fans to never stop learning. However,” you raise yourself to pull your skirts up- holy shit, you’re not wearing any underwear- and your hand goes into his pants, stroking his cock.

“... do you think you can show ARMY how you shake your ass without showing me first?” You continue, your hand stroking him into full hardness in no time at all. He moans helplessly under you.

“I see it first, Yoongi. Before them. Me. First.” You line yourself above him, lining his cock on your entrance. His hands reach for your waist, but you smack them away. “Don’t touch me.”

He grips the arms of his chair as you sink down on him, swallowing his cock like a champ. You start bouncing on him, your angry eyes boring into his. “Oh fuck,” he whimpers.

“Do you understand, Yoongi?” You yank his hair, pulling his head back. You slam down on him, rolling your hips.

“Yes, yes, fuck baby, I’m sorry,” he sputters, “you first, always you first.”

You ride him faster now, beads of sweats breaking on your temple. “Rub my clit, Yoongi, make me cum.”

His fingers find your sensitive bud immediately, rolling and rubbing them until your legs start shaking, signaling of your impending orgasm. He presses harder, your moans and whines urging him on, your pussy clenching intensely around his cock. You close your eyes and throw your head back, surrendering yourself to your desires, his cock and his fingers.

“Fuck baby, cum, cum on my cock,” he encourages you, desperate to see you climax.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi!” You scream as you finally climax, your body shuddering and collapsing onto him. He wraps you in his arms, gently caressing your back as you recover from your orgasm. His cock is twitching wildly between your wet, warm walls, and he wants to seek his own release. But he knows, right now, you’re in charge and he will not move until you give him the go ahead.

Once he feels your breathing returning to normal, he kisses your head, whispering his declaration of love to you. You raise your upper body off his chest, and he braces yourself for what will come next.

He frowns in confusion when you remove yourself completely; his cock, still hard and wet from your orgasm, slips out and plops onto his abdomen. You stand up, adjust your skirt, then kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t let it happen again, Yoongi.” You saunter out of his studio just as quickly as you stormed in.

Yoongi stares at his erection, flabbergasted. Fuck, he loves it when you’re jealous like that. He tucks himself in and follows you out, promising to himself he will have his payback later tonight after the kids are asleep.

Hehehe. Another domestic adventure of my favorite couple! Please reblog this fic if you enjoyed reading it! Reblogging will help it reach a wider audience. And as always, thank you for reading! 💜

Published on 03012023.

#bangtanwritershq #thebtswritersclub #Yoongi smut #bts smut #Yoongi x reader #Yoongi x you #min yoongi #husband yoongi #domestic yoongi

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soephiphany · 1 year

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The one with the petnames

Jungkook x f!reader ( i did this thinking bout me, that's why it's f)

Warning: just fluff and a very slight make out

A/n: It's small and sweet, hopefully

(it got me delulu tho, when i was reading back)

This old btw, from like one or so month ago,

Ik, I've been inactive, sorry:/

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"... And so, i told her to look on the other sec-" you stared at the man in front of you "Jungkook, are you listening?"

He took his gaze from your soft legs back to your face "yeah"

"I see that"

"No, i am listening" he nods and continues the little patterns he was making on your legs "Anyways... Than she say that it wasn't available anym-"

"How can it be so soft?" He blurted out, not thinking but deep in thought.

"What? ... The book..?" "Nuh uh" Jungkook shakes his head with a little grin "You"

"What?" You couldn't hide your flustered face with your poor fidgeting and honestly it's annoying how easy flustered he gets you.

"I mean.. Your skin-no, your legs- Hm-Yeah, it's soft.. " he stutters his way out with a pink tint laying on his cheek and you let out a chuckle you barely tried to hide. You guide your fingertips through his beautiful inked arm all the way to his gorgeous and silky dark locks "You're so cute, Kook"

The doe eyes turns a bit wide with the unsual nickname. It's not like you aren't affectionate with him, you just can't gather yourself up enough to call him Kook without laughing - cause the word reminds you of a funny word in your mother language and you're also just not very fond with it- so the fact that you actually called him that sweet pet name he loves without scrunching your face up, it's a victory. He's too shy to make any word and already embarrassed for not being able to say it back -anything, really- so he just settle with hiding his face on your chest and giggling softly.

"I'm not"

"Your actions say otherwise" your chest vibrates with the sweet chuckle that rushes through your body. "Ya, Jungkook-ah, don't need to be shy" you tease him winning a small pinch on your sides and he mumbles something that fades in your dress shirt -or better, his dress shirt-

"You really like that nickname, huh?" Finally being able to see your man again, you melt when your eyes meet his starry ones, so endearing and lovely.

"I love it so much" not true. It's true that he's very fond of it but it's not something he gets all worked up about, but oh, when you say it, it gives it a new meaning, a new light. Your bright smile send shiver down his form and he can't hold himself from kissing you. Very lightly, gently, like you're made of glass. "You're adorable" the whipped man mutters into your mouth and grins before drowning on you again. Your mouths connected like puzzles, his sweet tongue licking your bottom lip as you grasp his hair and lock your fingers in it, massaging his scalp. Humming into the kiss, Jungkook's tongue finally meets yours when you give him a open mouth kiss, enough for him to slide in. Lips wet with drool that doesn't actually leave your mouth, tongue's dancing the most beautiful song, love. He softly breaks the kiss, leaving some small pecks behind because he's never full of you.

"Please call me that forever" his bunny smile on display and his sleepy eyes, dozed out from all the love he was receiving.

"Do you like it that much?" His bangs falls on his forehead and on top of his eyes when he nods. You giggle and peck his mouth and that pretty nose of his "I got a better thing to call you" you whisper removing his bangs of his eyes.

"Hm, what is it?" He hums kissing lightly the corner of your mouth, then your nose, the bridge of your nose, temples, cheeks and lastly mouth, doing a dramatically 'muah' sound when he distance his face from yours.

"Husband" the way the letters slip out of your mouth making it look so natural has he thinking of how many times did you thought about it. A lot, you thought about it a lot. You love Jungkook, you can't imagine yourself without him, so what's better than have him forever? Being yours forever, just like you're his.

"I take back what i said" his hands travel through your sides as he moves your body gently until your legs are on each of his thighs making you straddle him "i want this one" he could drown on the sounds of your giggle and how it lights up the small candle underneath his heart, warming it.

"I like this one better too" he blinks slowly taking in every single thing you have, your embrace, your voice, smell, energy. He just wants all for him, forever.

"Soon, then" he thinks you're cute when your eye wide at his words.

"Soon?"

"Yeah, soon you'll be Mrs.Jeon, my beloved wife" the 'argh' sound you make cause him to throw his head back laughing, relaxing it in the head of the sofa (*sorry, idk how it calls in english*) and you take this opportunity to leave sweet pecks around his neckline, neck and jaw, creating a trail of love in his body, gently marking him yours.

"I can't wait... I love you, Jungkook" his eyes stop smiling as he stares at you frowning a bit.

"It's husband, not Jungkook" you laugh fidgeting the hem of his shirt in a shy manner.

"Okay, sorry." You take his face between your hands and gaze deep into his eyes "i love you, husband" and that's when he knew, he was down for.

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Just a lil something i wrote a while ago as a small thought and it's finally here :)

Yes I'm a simp and basically i don't really know how to do angst so big part (all) of my posts will be fluff,

I don't mind tho, I'm a hopeless romantic and i need to be fed.

Well, kisses and cheeses like we say in Brazil,

Soo Soo 🌼

#Jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #bts fluff #bts fanfction #drabble #domestic jungkook #jungkook fiction #jungkook #fluff jungkook #jeongguk #its cute and nice and im in love w him

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bts-scenarios-br · 25 days

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domestic!bangtan - Spa Day em casa com o Hoseok

Avisos: gên. feminino, e beijos constantes

N/A: eu: "não criem expectativas talvez eu demore pra postar" eu tbm: *posto no mesmo dia* mas enfim, eu imagino que não vão reclamar k ENFIM BOA LEITURA AMO VCS ESPERO QUE GOSTEM E DSCP POR QUALQUER ERRO !! E ah: peguei o divisor de página daqui

“Okay, tenho as melhores mascaras que eu pude encontrar, os petiscos mais deliciosos, e o amor da minha vida, acho que eu tenho tudo.” O Hobi disse, entrando pela porta do seu apartamento, te fazendo rir e se levantar, pegando as taças que estavam na mesa de centro da sua sala.

“E eu tenho um vinho barato mas surpreendentemente bom, e o namorado mais lindo do mundo, então tenho tudo também.” Ele sorriu, te dando um selinho e pegando a taça da sua mão, logo já dando um gole. “Espero que você saiba que o rei da skin care aqui é você, então nosso sucesso está nas suas mãos.”

“Não se preocupe jagi, tenho tudo sobre controle.” Ele sorriu, se dirigindo até o quarto. “E mesmo que dê tudo errado e a sua cara fique toda deformada, eu ainda assim te acharei a mulher mais linda do mundo.”

“Jung Hoseok!” Você falou, soltando uma risada de nervoso, o que apenas o fez rir enquanto jogava a sacola que ainda segurava na cama, e colocava a taça de vinho com calma sobre a cômoda mais próxima. “Você está começando a me fazer me arrepender de ter aberto mão do meu cinema pra isso.”

“Cinema é para os fracos.” Ele falou, começando a camiseta que estava usando, e logo também a calça. “Nós seres superiores ficamos em casa e assistimos séries duvidosas na Netflix.” Você riu, vendo ele começar a vestir um conjunto de pijama que combinava perfeitamente com o que você já estava usando.

“Que exibido… mas te perdoo porque você é lindo.” O deu um selinho, se sentando na cama e elo observando enquanto terminava de se ajeitar.

“Já já você vai ter que me trazer outra taça de vinho pra eu me hidratar, porque do jeito que tá me secando…” Você soltou mais uma risada.

“Se ache menos, Hoseok.” Foi a vez dele rir.

“Vem, vamos deixar a banheira enchendo enquanto preparamos nossa pele.”

“Você tem certeza que essa não é aquelas máscaras que puxam até nossa alma pra sair, né?” Ele riu, aplicando de leve a mistura verde pelo seu rosto. “Ai faz cosquinha.”

“Sim, tenho certeza.” Ele disse, sorrindo e espalhando a máscara pelo seu nariz. “É apenas argila branca, e de uma marca muito boa, minha maquiadora que conseguiu pra nós.” Você concordou de leve com a cabeça. “Prontinho, acho que cobri tudo.” Ele disse, te olhando com um olhar de bobo apaixonado enquanto você se virava para o espelho e se segurava para não rir.

“Credo eu tô horrorosa.” Falou, e ele revirou os olhos.

“Você está linda, como sempre.” Se virou para ele, mas foi incapaz de levantar uma sobrancelha, então apenas o encarou sem expressão por alguns segundos, fazendo ele rir enquanto te entregava o potinho com a argila que antes passava no seu rosto. “Pega, agora é sua vez de passar em mim.”

Você tomou o potinho da mão dele, se sentando em cima da pia com a ajuda dele, que se encaixou no meio das suas pernas e descansou as mas dele nas suas coxas enquanto começava o seu trabalho. Mas o romance durou pouco, porque em poucos segundos ele começou a rir na sua cara.

“Desculpa, princesa, é que você tá muito perto e tá muito engraçado.” Você revirou os olhos.

“Eu disse que tava feia, e você querendo me enganar com aquele papinho…” Falou, de forma dramática, enquanto terminava de aplicar a argila nele. “Pronto.”

“Mas não está feia mesmo, só tá fofa.” Ele disse, se virando pro espelho, e você desceu da bancada, fazendo o mesmo. “Olha lá, você é a Fiona do meu Shrek.”

“Amor eu teria muito cuidado com o que diz, porque vamos estar dentro da água logo.” Você disse, tentando soar assustadora, mas não conseguindo por conta da sua risada.

“Meu Deus como assim ele estava lá com os pais dela??” Você disse, indignada.

“Eu já esperava isso, mas mesmo assim me arrepiei.” Ele respondeu, alcançando uma pequena castanha do apoio que tinha no meio da banheira e levando até a boca.

Vocês estavam embolados na banheira já há uns dois episódios do dorama que assistiam. Ele estava com as costas na borda da banheira e você sentada entre as pernas dele, enquanto olhavam fixamente para a tela do computador que tinham colocado em uma cadeira perto, e se decepcionaram quando a música indicando que o final tinha chegado.

“Olha, eu sei que ele é um demônio e tals, mas pelo Song Kang eu pecava de bom grado.” Disse, se levantando e alcançando o seu roupão que estava por perto, sorrindo quando ouviu a risada descrente do seu namorado.

“Se fosse eu falando isso eu estava sendo afogado nesse exato momento.” Ele disse, fazendo o mesmo que você.

“Não se preocupe, por você eu faria bem mais.” Disse, depois de se cobrir, segurando o rosto dele com ambas as mãos e distribuindo diversos beijos por toda parte. “Sabe que eu cometeria crimes passionais por você, né?” Ele riu, te dando um selinho. “É sério, se for por ti perco meu réu primário sem pensar duas vezes.”

“Eu me sinto lisonjeado, mas prefiro que minha namorada fique fora da cadeia.” Ele passou os braços pela sua cintura. “Mas que fique claro que eu jamais vou deixar você chegar perto do Song Kang.” Foi sua vez de rir.

“Quem precisa do Song Kang quando eu tenho o J-Hope??” Ele sorriu. “Okay, agora o que tem na nossa lista?”

“Tirar a máscara, vestir nossos pijamas, pedir uma pizza, e assistir outra coisa.” Ele disse, e você deu uma leve risada, beijando o canto da boca dele.

“Eu adoro o conceito dos programas coreanos.” Você disse, pegando mais um pedaço de pizza. “Jogos que não fazem o menor sentido, um grupo de pessoas completamente inesperado, e mesmo assim conseguem ser hilários.” Ele riu, dando um gole no vinho.

“É um dos nosso tesouros nacionais.” Você riu.

“Da próxima vez que for pra um quero que me leve junto.” Ele sorriu para você, de forma apaixonada. “Prometo que fico quietinha nos bastidores.”

“Do jeito que você é iria poder substituir os efeitos de risada sozinha.” Ele disse, te fazendo rir alto, mas jogar uma almofada nele.

“Cala a boca…” Ele riu, te puxando para perto.

“Calo só se me der beijinhos.” Ele falou, fazendo biquinho, e você revirou os olhos, mas cedeu ao pedido, o dando um selinho. “Só isso?” Ele disse decepcionado.

“Te dou mais se preparar nossa cama bem aconchegante para a gente dormir.” Você falou, e ele se levantou na hora, fazendo você rir.

“Me dá cinco minutos e estará pronta!” Ele gritou do corredor, te deixando com um sorriso bobo no rosto enquanto se levantava com calma, recolhendo os copos e os restos de piza e os levando para a cozinha.

É, talvez abrir mão do seu cinema tenha sido uma ótima ideia.

#bts #j hope #jung hoseok #hobi #bts scenarios br #domestic bangtan #pt br #scenario #reaction #imagine #drabble

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Dominance & Domesticity

In between moments of domestic bliss, Yoongi always finds time to dominate you.

❣️ Yoongi x Female Reader

❣️ word count: 1.1k

❣️ established relationship, smut, fluff, nsfw, 18+

❣️ warnings: rough sex, verbal degradation (dirty, cockslut, useless, desperate, needy), mirror sex, cum on face, domestic fluff ❣️ drabble requested by anon, “yoongi x reader. the nastiest degradation, pure domination. but afterwards, they're like "did you remember to put the clothes in the dryer?" normal convo. showing even "normal" people like to get nasty.” ❣️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin ❣️ posted july 2022 | read on ao3

❣️ smut starts immediately after the cut! enjoy!

"Who's my dirty little cockslut?" Yoongi growls. His voice is so deep and angry it sends a chill down your spine.

"I am, sir!" you sob, partially muffled from the fingers that pull on the side of your mouth.

Yoongi's thrusts are powerful. He slams his hips into your ass and, in turn, crushes your hips into the dresser, which rocks and creaks with every movement. You hold onto the edge, gripping onto dark polished wood, but there's nothing you can do to stave off the impact.

A sun dress is pulled down to expose your breasts and hiked up to give Yoongi access to your pussy. Yoongi has one hand in your mouth and is forcing you to look into his eyes through the large mirror that's above the dresser as he fucks you. His other hand is tightly holding onto your hair.

The pain of the impact of being fucked against the wooden dresser mixed with the pleasure of Yoongi's thick cock dragging along your walls and spearing straight into your guts has you reeling—dizzy and overwhelmed and on the verge of full physical and mental collapse.

"And aren't you a lucky little cockslut? Can't believe I stick my dick into something so useless. Your tight fucking pussy is the only thing you have to offer, isn't that right?"

"Yes, sir!" you slur against his fingers.

Yoongi's hand leaves your mouth and moves down to your breast. He pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which is slick with your drool, twisting the pebbled flesh as sparks of pleasure burst through you. You moan and sob, and when your eyes flutter shut, Yoongi slaps his hand across the side of your breast and growls, "Eyes on me!"

You squeal and open your eyes wide, meeting Yoongi's gaze in the mirror. "S-sorry, sir!"

"Useless," Yoongi spits as his hand travels further, hooks under your thigh and jerks it upward, placing your bent knee onto the dresser.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper under your breath as the new angle opens you more and allows Yoongi to fuck you even deeper. Your eyelashes flutter, but you do your best to watch him through the mirror.

Yoongi's long hair fans out at the edges, curled just above his shoulders. One side is tucked behind his ear while the other frames the side of his face, waving from the impact of his thrusts while strands stick to his glistening forehead and cheeks. Beads of sweat trickle down his neck, trailing behind his black button-up shirt; he didn't take the time to undress before hiking up your skirt.

"Don't you fucking dare cum until I say you can," Yoongi snarls, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you. His hand snakes under your leg and the pads of his fingers give your clit a teasing tap. You let out a shattered whimper as your legs tremble, fearing you won't be able to stave off your orgasm.

"Needy little slut, can't handle it when I tap your clit?"

The teasing and the degradation and the way Yoongi looks at you makes you feel small. You want nothing more than to let go and cum on his cock—you want to show him just how good he makes you feel. Pressing your luck a little, you clench around him as if to beg for him to unravel, hoping to push him over the edge and take you down with him. It doesn't go unnoticed.

"Trying to milk my fucking cock so I let you cum, is that it?" Yoongi growls.

You bite your lip and nod weakly, pleading through the mirror with your eyes. Yoongi moves his hand from your hair down to your throat and leans in to mutter against your ear, "Squeeze me then. Show me how fucking desperate you are."

You clench tightly around Yoongi, squeezing as best as you can through his brutal thrusts, which only serves to work you up faster, propelling you to the edge of orgasm. Yoongi's finger and thumb lazily pinch your clit while his hand holds your throat, and every sensation creates a cascade of pleasure that threatens to take you down, down, down.

"Fuck, that's it, keep doing that," Yoongi moans, and you watch as his once stern demeanor turns soft. Perfect. You have him right where you want him.

Yoongi glares once more, eyebrows knit as his thrusts become sloppy, and he chases his high. His fingers rub over your clit as he whispers those three magic words.

"Cum for me."

You relax your muscles and allow pleasure to wash over you in harsh waves as Yoongi continues to fuck you so hard, only choked sobs leave your mouth. Orgasm crashes over you, and you fall forward, crushing your airway on Yoongi's hand as your body trembles. Weak, raspy whimpers fall from your lips, and all at once, the entire room dissolves, leaving nobody in the world but you and Yoongi.

"Fuck, that's it, cum on this cock," Yoongi groans until his hips lose their rhythm completely, and Yoongi pulls out.

You drop to your knees before Yoongi can command you to, turning your face up to him with your eyes closed and your tongue held out flat. Yoongi's cum streaks your face, from your eyelid down to the tip of your tongue.

The tip of Yoongi's cock is pressed against your tongue, and Yoongi says, "Suck." You obey, sucking him clean of your cum.

From the other room, the dryer buzzes.

"My, what timing," Yoongi sing-songs as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you chuckle and open the eye that's not splattered with his sticky, viscous release, grinning widely at your husband.

"Let's get you cleaned off and I'll get to folding and ironing, alright?" Yoongi mutters sweetly, pulling you in for a chaste kiss.

You smile against Yoongi's lips and nod your head, still so dizzy and overcome from your session to find your voice. Yoongi understands—he always understands.

"Alright, up," Yoongi groans, hooking his arms under your armpits and helping you stand on wobbly legs. The dress falls past your hips and into a clump by your feet, and you step over it as Yoongi wraps an arm around you and takes you into the bathroom to start a bath.

"The look on your face when I tapped your clit was so fucking sexy, I almost busted way too soon," Yoongi grumbles. "Mirror fucking is dangerous."

You hum and chuckle, muttering, "Is that so?"

Yoongi squeezes your side, pulling you close, and you lean your temple against him. His cum drips down your chin.

"Of course it is, baby," Yoongi says, stopping in the bathroom and spinning you to look at him. Yoongi smiles sweetly and kisses your forehead. "You're a dream."

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bloody-bee-tea · 6 months

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Everything

Suguru is reading on the couch when Satoru spills himself all over him, no regard for Suguru’s book at all.

“Suguru,” Satoru whines, dragging his name out obnoxiously long and even though Suguru doesn’t take his eyes off his book, he does bury his fingers in Satoru’s silky hair, letting him know that he’s listening.

“My parents scheduled a date for me tonight,” Satoru tells him after enjoying the head scratches for a little bit and Suguru hums as he flips a page.

Since Satoru invaded his personal space like that he hasn’t been reading, not really, but it’s fun to rile him up like this, and just as expected, Satoru pawns at the book like an unruly cat.

“Suguru, are you listening to me?” he demands to know and Suguru lowers the book with a sigh.

“I’m always listening to you, you know that, Satoru. It’s nice that you have a date but did you forget that we’re meeting the others today?”

“I did not,” Satoru grumbles and he seems displeased. “Couldn’t reschedule though.”

“That sucks,” Suguru says, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair in a steady motion. “You’re still coming with me first, though?”

“Of course I am! I told that guy to pick me up at Nanami’s place. But I’m going to miss out on so much fun.”

He kind of will, that much is true, but Satoru already looks so dejected that Suguru doesn’t have the heart to tell him.

“It will be boring after you leave, and if something funny happens, I’ll make sure to tell you.”

“You better,” Satoru sighs out and turns on his side, burying his face in Suguru’s stomach. “I’m gonna miss you.”

At that, Suguru chuckles because Satoru is being unreasonable and clingy. Not that Suguru minds it much.

“It’s going to be one evening. A few hours. We spent longer apart,” he reminds him and he feels more than he hears Satoru heave out a sigh.

“And I hated every second of that, too,” he petulantly says and curls himself up close, tucks all his long limbs as close to Suguru as he can get, his arms around Suguru’s middle as if he’s afraid that Suguru is going to get up and leave him there on his own.

“You big baby,” Suguru teases him gently and then pulls Satoru up and close despite Satoru’s initial protest, until he’s curled up in his lap, with his face pressed into Suguru’s throat. Satoru went slack the moment he started to understand what Suguru wanted and he’s resting heavily and solidly against Suguru.

Just like they both like it.

“So you didn’t mind it at all?” Satoru asks after a moment, and since they are so close Suguru can feel the minute tension in him, knows that the answer is important.

But it’s not as if Satoru has anything to worry about.

“I minded it so much,” Suguru easily gives back, because it’s true.

When he’s not with Satoru it always feels as if a vital part of himself is missing and it’s jarring, to say the least. He can deal with it for a few hours—it would be downright detrimental if he couldn’t—but the whole day had been hard.

“I couldn’t relax or concentrate the entire day. You know that. I’ve told you before.”

“I like hearing it again, though,” Satoru admits and Suguru hides his smile in Satoru’s hair.

“It only felt right again when you were back,” Suguru goes on and he still remembers that moment.

Satoru had draped himself all over Suguru the moment he stepped back into the apartment and Suguru had clung to him harder than probably necessary. Things only started to feel right again in that moment, as if a missing piece was sliding back into place.

Shoko is adamant that something about them is very wrong, that this co-dependency cannot possibly be healthy, but Suguru doesn’t mind it. Especially not since he knows that Satoru feels the same.

“Good,” Satoru breathes out, his breath tickling Suguru’s skin and making a shudder run down his back. “We still have time, right?”

Suguru cranes his neck to check the clock. “Yeah. At least half an hour. You can nap.”

“Perfect,” Satoru happily wriggles around in Suguru’s lap until he has found the perfect position to be in—which is exactly like it was before—and then he goes lax.

Suguru would call him out on faking it, if he didn’t know that Satoru really can fall asleep just like that, and so instead he tightens his arms around Satoru a little bit more, pulls him impossibly closer and then rests his cheek on Satoru’s head.

It’s his favourite position to be in and surely he can close his eyes for a moment, too, more than content to have Satoru in his arms like that and feel him breathing.

Suguru is sure that he can even feel Satoru’s heartbeat, in tandem with his own, and he wants to stay like this forever.

~*~*~

“Eh, guys?” Haibara unsurely says as he comes back from the door and everyone expectantly looks at him.

Everyone except Satoru, because he’s busy playing with Suguru’s fingers, his head on Suguru’s shoulder and pressed into his side. He has been in that position for almost the entire evening.

“Who is it?” Nanami asks, a frown on his face because clearly he doesn’t have any more friends than those that are currently gathered in his living-room.

“There’s a guy there who says he’s here to pick up Gojo for a date?”

Silence falls over the living-room and everyone immediately looks at them. Satoru continues to pretend that he didn’t hear and Suguru pokes him in the head.

“Did you hear that, your date is here,” he says and sighs when Satoru stubbornly continues to play with his fingers.

He only looks up when Suguru takes his hand back, ruffling his hair to make it sting less, but of course there’s a pout on his face.

“You’re so mean to me, Suguru,” Satoru says to which Suguru only rolls his eyes.

“Go on your damn date,” Suguru chides him. “You asked him to pick you up here, so off you go.”

He attempts to push Satoru off the couch, but of course Satoru clings to Suguru as if his live depends on it until he finally allows himself to slide off.

Suguru is under no assumption that he had anything to do with that.

“Fine, fine, I’m going. You better not have fun without me,” he says to everyone in the room, his trademark grin plastered back on his face and Suguru chuckles at his antics.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” Shoko says easily, like everyone kinda expected her to, but her gaze is intense and it’s entirely focused on Suguru.

It’s starting to make him uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m going to have so much fun, too,” Satoru shoots back in a childish manner and then he’s out of the door without a look back.

Immediately that feeling of something missing sets in, like it always does when Satoru isn’t in the room with him, and it only gets more pronounced when Suguru notices that everyone keeps staring at him.

“What?” he asks, distinctly uncomfortable with the attention, especially since he doesn’t understand.

“You’re okay with that?” Nanami asks him, nodding at the door.

“With Satoru?” Suguru asks in confusion, because why wouldn’t he be okay with Satoru?

“With him going on a date,” Shoko corrects him and Suguru shrugs.

“Sure. I mean, he told me about it, that his family scheduled another date for him and besides. What does him going on a date have to do with me?”

The stares get more intense.

“But he’s your boyfriend,” Haibara almost yells out. “How can you be okay with him going on a date with another guy?”

Now this brings Suguru up short.

“My boyfriend? Who? Satoru?” The confusion must be clear on his face because everyone shares a concerned look before they focus back on Suguru.

“You two are in a relationship, are you not?” Nanami asks, more careful than Suguru is used to from him and it makes Suguru’s mind go blank.

“We’re not,” he carefully says because it’s not like that between them.

“I saw you two kissing,” Shoko reminds him as if that should mean something but Suguru shrugs.

“He was upset and you know how he is with physical contact,” Suguru explains and he remembers that day well, mostly because it’s the only time he ever kissed Satoru.

They had been hanging out at Shoko’s place for once, when Satoru had gotten a phone call from his family. Those always leave him rattled even when they go over kind of okay-ish, but that one clearly hadn’t because he had been visibly upset after hanging up.

Suguru had ached to make it better, to soothe him, to reassure him that he would be always there for him and kissing him had just seemed like the best option.

It had worked, too.

But clearly Suguru’s explanation doesn’t actually clear up anything for the others because they stare just as incredulously at him as before.

“Suguru, you can’t be for real,” Shoko finally says. “You’re telling me that there is nothing going on between the two of you? That you don’t love him?”

“Of course I love him,” Suguru immediately replies, because it’s one of the very few truths Suguru has in his life.

The sky is blue, the grass is green and Suguru loves Satoru. It’s always been like that.

“Okay, but, you’re in love with him,” Haibara says as if that should make a difference but it actually doesn’t.

“So?”

“So, he’s out on a date. With another man,” Nanami tries to explain.

“He’ll be home by eleven at the latest, so what does it matter?” Suguru asks, honestly confused about the concerned looks he keeps getting.

“What if he isn’t?” Shoko asks. “What if he decides to go home with that guy?”

It makes Suguru flinch but he knows Satoru wouldn’t. He would never.

“Just imagine it,” Nanami now says as well, leaning forward. “Just imagine him going home with someone who is not you. Can you imagine them kissing?”

Satoru’s date is just a faceless person to Suguru, just like all the other guys his family tried to set him up with before, so it’s actually hard to imagine that but when he tries, when he really tries, his stomach lurches.

“Now imagine them cuddling on your couch,” Shoko edges him on and Suguru dutifully does that, too.

He imagines Satoru clinging to someone else the same way he clings to Suguru and this time, his heart misses a beat.

“And now imagine Gojo going to his own room at night, with someone who is not you, instead of crawling into your bed,” Haibara eagerly says and just hearing him say that makes Suguru sick to his very core.

“He would never,” he chokes out but Shoko shakes his head.

“Doesn’t matter right now. This is about you and how that makes you feel. How does it make you feel, Geto?”

It’s clear she doesn’t expect an answer because a downright mean smile is on her face and Suguru covers his face with his hands.

“Makes me feel like shit,” he still whispers out, his entire being shaken by this revelation.

He never worried about this before, always certain that it’s him and Satoru, that Satoru would always come back to him, and he’s upset that this little mind game would leave him so rattled.

“Because you’re in love with him.”

Suguru isn’t actually sure who says it, he just knows that it shouldn’t make a difference, that it’s just a fact that has been stated not even five minutes ago but this time it makes his ears ring and his heart beat out of his chest.

“Fuck, I’m in love with him,” he whispers, completely gobsmacked because how can this be such a revelation to him.

He has always loved Satoru, always knew that it would be him and Satoru against the world but this? Adding a romantic notion to it honestly never occurred to him, but of course it makes sense.

It makes so much sense, now that he thinks about it.

“Finally,” Shoko mutters and Suguru comes back to himself. “You are such an idiot.”

His mind is still reeling when his heart drops to the floor.

“He’s out on a date,” he whispers, horrified by the notion that Satoru is out on a date with someone who is not Suguru and his fingers itch with the need to do something.

“Can you—I don’t know, call him back?” Haibara asks and of course.

Of course he can. That’s the first thing Suguru should have thought of.

He gets his phone out, types out a quick I need you to come back home before he pockets it again and then he gets up.

Suguru knows that Satoru will see the message because even when he has his phone on silent he set it so that Suguru is the exception.

“I need to go.”

“Yeah, you better,” Nanami says with a roll of his eyes but he seems fonder than he normally does.

When Suguru passes by Shoko she slaps him on the ass.

“Go get him, tiger,” she says over his yelp and Haibara simply gives him a thumbs up.

It’s only when he’s at the door that he hears a concerned “You think they will be worse after this?” followed by several groans.

Suguru would be offended—they are not bad to begin with—but he actually has places to be and confessions to make.

~*~*~

Satoru arrives at home mere minutes after Suguru does, which is good, actually, because it gives Suguru less time to think about this too much.

He shouldn’t be nervous—it’s just Satoru after all—but that doesn’t stop him from being nervous as hell. Nervous enough that he actually flinches when Satoru enters their apartment.

“Suguru? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Satoru calls out, and Suguru can just imagine how he toes off his shoes in his haste to get inside and he looks exactly as dishevelled and rushed as Suguru imagined when he finally spills into the living-room.

Satoru scans him quickly and then deflates where he stands.

“You’re not hurt,” he breathes out and Suguru can’t help it, he just has to go over and pull Satoru in a hug.

“You’re not hurt, right?” Satoru asks, clearly unsure again and Suguru shakes his head before he presses himself closer.

“I missed you,” he whispers, aware that it’s entirely inadequate to encompass everything he is feeling but it’s at least something.

Satoru lets out a fond chuckle before he scratches at Suguru’s scalp.

“Usually I’m the clingy one, Suguru. It’s barely been an hour, what happened?”

“I’m in love with you,” Suguru breathes out. “Don’t go on any more dates.”

“I’m in love with you, too,” Satoru immediately gives back, but Suguru shakes his head.

Satoru says it like Suguru said it to their friends before, like it’s something that should be clear, but now Suguru knows that it’s not.

He needs to explain this better.

“I’m in romantic love with you, Satoru,” he says as he slightly pushes away from Satoru, just enough to be able to look him in the face. “I want to kiss you. I don’t ever want you to go on a date with anyone else besides me again. I want you to be mine.”

“I am yours,” Satoru easily says, a habit so well practiced that the words are out before he truly comprehends what Suguru said. Suguru knows that because he can pinpoint the exact moment Satoru understands because his eyes go wide and his lips quiver.

“Oh,” Satoru breathes out. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Suguru nods, his heart in his throat.

It doesn’t need to be, Suguru knows that, because this is Satoru and he trusts him with more than his heart, but it only settles when Satoru smiles at him.

“I am yours,” Satoru reiterates and Suguru knows that this time, he understands. “I’m in love with you, too, Suguru, of course I am.” He laughs at his own words, clearly just as surprised and taken off guard as Suguru had been earlier and he’s so pretty Suguru wants to die.

“I love you,” Suguru says and peppers Satoru’s face with kisses, punctuating every one with another whispered I love you and Satoru laughs and laughs.

His laugh tastes like sunshine and love when Suguru finally captures his lips with his and he has to agree with Shoko, however belated it might be.

They truly are idiots because this feels exactly as it did back then when he kissed Satoru for that very first time and it really should have clued him in already. He never wants to stop doing it.

“No more dates,” Suguru breathes out when they part and Satoru pouts at him in a way that makes Suguru want to kiss it off. So he does, because he can now.

“I can’t take you on dates?” Satoru then asks, mischief sparkling in his pretty, pretty eyes and Suguru flutters a kiss over them.

“No more dates with people who are not me,” he amends and Satoru clings to him in a way that makes Suguru wish they could melt together.

“Only with you,” Satoru agrees, his lips against the soft skin of Suguru’s throat and when Suguru somehow manoeuvres them onto the couch, Satoru ends up in his lap again, just like he did earlier that day.

They really should have noticed this sooner, Suguru thinks, as his fingers splay against the milky white skin of Satoru’s waist, as he presses kiss after kiss to Satoru’s forehead.

Well, better late than never, Suguru thinks and pulls Satoru impossibly closer. It’s good that they already had a touchy relationship before because he doesn’t think he could stop this anytime soon.

“I love you,” Suguru says into the crown of Satoru’s head and Satoru hums like a content cat, nudging his nose against Suguru’s chin, before dropping kisses there.

“I love you,” he says in turn and Suguru practically melts into the couch.

It feels exactly the same as before and yet, somehow, it feels like so much more.

It feels like everything.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #stsg #geto suguru #gojo satoru #fluff #domesticity #feelings realisation #idiots in love #love confessions #getting together #touchy-feely

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straykidsmoonlight · 1 year

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SKZ react- you telling them your pregnant as young parents.

A/n: this one is quite a cute one and not rlly part of the main timeline (other than leeknow and Jeongin), but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Also,tysm for the tips recently guys it means the absolute world💛

Chan:

At first he blinks at you a few times, not quite sure of what to say. Once the initial shock has sunk in, he will pull you into a bear hug, nervously reassuring you that everything is going to be ok

Lino:

“WHAT?!” He will be in disbelief. You start to cry at the look on his face, terrified he’s angry with you. He grabs your hands, telling you that he will stay by your side no matter what you choose to do.

Changbin:

His eyes will fill with sympathy as you tell him. Will pull you gently into a hug, and sit there as you quietly cry into his strong arms.

Hyunjin:

His hand covers his mouth, shock evident on his face, he turns away from you, cursing himself for not being more careful. You talk about how you feel as he gently caresses your back, both of you trying to remain as calm as possible

Jisung:

Poor baby feels so terrible for having accidentally put you in this position. His cheeks puff out as his eyes become sad and ashamed. Hugs you so tight after, gentle tears falling from his eyes as he thinks about what you guys are going to do

Felix:

‘Oh’. Immediately asks if your ok, before pulling you into the tightest hug ever. He knows you guys are young, but he still gets excited for you guys future family together, as long as it’s what you want too,

Seungmin:

Poor boy literally sobs. His day had been terrible already, and now he is scared for his lover, and the decisions you will have to make. Will be so supportive no matter what.

Jeongin:

His hands fly to your stomach, as he gently caresses your belly. “Are you sure?” He questions, as you gently nod your head. Will tell you that he’s ready to be a dad, and will never ever leave your side.

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 1 year

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

♡ pairing: yoongi x reader (established relationship) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: domestic fluff ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~0.8k ♡ track: Miss Right ~ BTS: “I told you many qualifications about my Miss Right, but why you’re my Miss Right is… you are… just you.”

♡ summary: Yoongi specifically took this day off of work because he knew you needed to take a day off. So let him take care of you, goddammit.

♡ an: thanks to @daydreamer-writing for creating this prompt for me. i love you!! this is also going to be a kind of sequel to sugarplum sweetheart, but you don't need to have read that one first. 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

Yoongi woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he blindly reached for his phone to check the time. He wasn't even fully awake and the sun hadn't even fully risen yet, and there were already at least two things wrong with the day: coffee was brewing, and the bed was empty.

Yoongi loved you. Yoongi loved you so much that sometimes he didn't know what to do with himself. He forever owed Jimin and his girlfriend for introducing the two of you. You fit together like puzzle pieces or movies and popcorn or a thousand other things he could compare you to.

Right now, however, he was comparing you to an alarm that he thought he turned off but it somehow was still ringing.

You worked as a daycare teacher throughout the year, but you picked up a second job during the summer to make some extra money in the flourishing tourist scene. The problem is that Yoongi would describe you as a workaholic who didn't stop until someone forced you to.

Sighing, tossed his phone to the side and sat up. Today was supposed to be your day off. Yoongi had taken this day off specifically to make sure that you didn't do anything too strenuous. You were right on the verge of working yourself to sickness, and he told you last night that you couldn't get out of bed until after he did.

He knew you felt guilty when you spent time resting, but that was why he was here.

Yoongi walked quietly to the kitchen and took a moment just to watch you. The coffee was done and you were sipping at it slowly while you were dancing around preparing breakfast. You looked like a mess, but you were a hot mess and you were all his.

You needed to go back to bed and get some more sleep.

He padded across the floor and draped himself across your back as you mixed the pancake batter. You let out a quiet giggle. "You're not usually up this early."

"And I told you not to be up this early and that I would take care of things today." He didn't have to be looking at you to know you were rolling your eyes.

"I'm fine, Yoonie," you insisted, trying to hide a sniff. "It's just breakfast."

It was Yoongi's turn to roll his eyes at you. He reached around you to gently pull the whisk from your hand. "And I will finish this while you go back to sleep."

You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his shoulders. Yoongi could so clearly see the dark circles beneath your eyes. You needed rest, why were you being so stubborn?

(If the tables were turned, you'd be thinking the same things about him. You had pulled Yoongi from his studio after not seeing him for four days straight, usually with Hobi or Namjoon for backup).

"Yoonie~~" you drew out, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm capable of making breakfast."

"That's not what I said." He kissed the tip of your nose. "Jagiya, this is your first day off in months. Please let me take care of you this time."

He wasn't playing fair. Yoongi knew how hard it was for you to accept help from others, but he also knew you had a hard time telling him no when he so gently begged.

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulders. "I'll go back to bed after breakfast." Yoongi let out a small chuckle. That was fair. The batter was already made, and he didn't want the coffee to go cold. Although, between the two of you, even if it did it wouldn't go to waste.

"Alright, but no more coffee for you."

"Fine." You made no effort to move, content to be leaning against your boyfriend, and said boyfriend normally wouldn't mind, but—

"Jagiya, I need to move so I can make you breakfast." You groaned, but let him go, going to sit down at the table. "I'll be fast, okay? And then I'll wrap myself around you like a koala and we'll take an amazing morning nap together." You let out a sound of agreement and rested your head on your arms.

Yoongi worked quickly, whipping up and cooking the pancakes, even adding some scrambled eggs and bacon. He wasn't going to just let you have some basic-ass breakfast, he was going to go all out for you. You more than deserved it.

Right as he started plating the food to deliver to you, he heard a small snore behind him. Yoongi turned, and you were fast asleep, hunched over on the table. He let out a breathy laugh and set the plate down on the counter.

He gently shook you just awake enough to help you walk back to the bedroom and climb into bed. Hurrying back to the kitchen, he wrapped everything up and stored it in the fridge. Breakfast for lunch sounded just as good.

Then Yoongi went back to join you in bed, wrapping himself around you like a koala, and decided he could use a nap today too.

thanks for reading!!

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts writing #bts valentines event #writing event #14 valen tans days #yoongi x reader #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #domestic yoongi #monfics

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drawballa · 1 year

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Family movie night <3

This was my piece for the lovely PillowDrop Zine.

#bts #bts fanart #ot7 fanfic #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #domestic bts

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95zintheirownworld · 2 years

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caught them in 4K

#vmin #park jimin #kim taehyung #bts #HD HD WE GOT THE HD #BORADRAKE CELEBRATION DOT GIF #im sorry for being annoying about this im incapable of shutting up about vmin #n i havent even got to the domestic vmin in vlive yet omg

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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Suga and Spice

pairing; chef!yoongi x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship, domestic au, chef au

warnings; mainly just wholesome fluffy content with a sprinkle of spice in the form of shower sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 3,588

a/n; missing my other bias and wanted to give him some lurv so here ya go. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth gaping like a fish out of water. A moan that was on the borderline of being a whimper could be heard within the silence of the room as your partner gave out a sigh of content and on the verge of begging for more—

—he shoves another spoonful of the delicious and perfectly cooked food into your mouth to silence your whining that he knew was coming.

“You’re ridiculous, y/n.”

You opened your eyes to gaze into those of your lover’s and gave him a loopy Cheshire grin.

“How are you even real? Are you secretly AI? Is that how you’re so indescribably good at cooking?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with mock annoyance, though the slight quirk of the corner of his upper lip said he was thoroughly amused by your shenanigans.

“You know what you should do, Yoongs?”

Dropping his hand to land flat on the table, he gives you his full undivided attention.

“What’s that, y/n?”

“You should marry me.”

He gave you a deadpan expression, and wordlessly grabbed your left hand with one of his own, holding it in front of you with your fingers splayed and used his other hand’s pointer finger to emphasize on the dainty but custom made engagement ring he slipped on your finger only two weeks ago on your birthday.

“Well I’ll be! Would you look at that?”

You leaned over the short distance to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, one he returned in kind without a thought, the action now second nature to the male. Never one to express his inner feelings, he only hopes that through his gestures and actions alone you’re able to feel what he might never say out loud.

Which you do, of course. Especially when you taste his delectable foods that he puts his entire heart and soul into.

“Did you still want to bake tonight? If not, we can just watch a movie or whatever.” He placed his hand over yours on top of the table, thumb mindlessly running over the groves of your knuckles as he asked, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Another thing you loved about Yoongi, that with you, he always maintained eye contact whenever possible. More of his love language coming out for you only.

“Sure! What did you have in mind for tonight, Chef Yoongi?”

He snorted at the formal words that inwardly made him swell with pride when you were the one saying them.

“Let’s make eclair’s. It’s considered a romantic dessert with the added bonus of it uses a lot of eggs so I can go through the extra carton you bought.”

“It was an accident! This is why I tell you it’s better if we shop together for groceries!” You whined childishly, making him crack a grin.

“I was only joking, y/n. But the recipe does call for quite a bit of eggs so it works out.”

Good enough for you. You’ve never made eclairs before, so Yoongi teaches you the ropes. This kind of pastry dough requires near constant mixing, so you trade off when your arms get tired. You eye his strong, toned arms dubiously as he mixes with a serious look of concentration when it’s his turn yet again.

“Do you even need to switch?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you work.”

You don’t miss the little smirk he gives as he says this and you narrow your eyes at his when he gives the whisk back to you. He leans on the counter next to you in what is clearly meant to be a seductive pose. He blatantly rakes his eyes over your figure as you painstakingly begin whisking again.

Deciding to give him a show, your own form of revenge to his snide remark from earlier, you lift the whisk out of the bowl and lick it as seductively as you can. This actually gets Yoongi to break, of all things.

“Gross! You’re still using that!”

“What? Afraid of a little bodily fluid?”

You’re talking about saliva and you both know it, but he’s never one to back down from an innuendo. So, he resumes his prior sexy stance and waggles his eyebrows.

“You know I’m not. The more, the merrier.”

It’s so absurd, yet true when it comes to him and his kinks that you can’t decide whether you want to laugh or jump his bones right then and there. Your thighs unconsciously rub together as your mind shifts from the innocence of baking, to one’s not so innocent.

Eventually, all the eggs are incorporated into the dough, so it’s ready for the oven. Just moments after the oven door is shut and a timer is set, you hear a loud crunch followed by something wet and cold on the top of your head.

“Oopsie.”

You gasp with wide eyed disbelief.

“You did not just crack an egg on my head, Min Yoongi!”

“I didn’t.” He shrugged off casually, before continuing smartly. “I specifically smashed an egg on your head – there’s a difference. My way includes egg shells.”

You feel some egg white drip on the shell of your ear and your body shivers involuntarily. You can’t help yourself any longer. You leap after him but he shrieks with laughter and dodges out of your grasp. The sound is like music to your ears with how rare it occurs.

Filled with a wild frenzy, you chase Yoongi all over the kitchen and into the living room when he flees there. He’s quick, and no matter how fast you run he always seems to be just out of your reach.

Instead, you go for a different approach. Scooping some of the egg from your hair, you hurl it at him. It lands square in his neck with a satisfying wet plop and you let out a whoop of victory.

“What? Is that all you got?” He taunts you, not phased in the least bit when he wipes the egg white onto his shirt without a care. Now he’s in competition mode, but so are you.

“Not even close.”

You take another scoop and rub the eggy mess between your hands until they’re nice and gooey. Then, you reach your arms out towards him in a signature zombie pose.

He laughs, eyes crinkling and gummy smile on full display as he maneuvers back into the kitchen. Using the farther side of the kitchen island as a barrier between you two, he stares you down, both hands splayed on the marble countertop trying to predict your next move.

Your eyes zero in on the egg carton placed dangerously close to him that was left wide open when he used one against you; that was your mistake. He follows your line of sight and instantly snatches the carton into his hands, holding it in a vice grip.

“I don’t think so, hon—.”

In an impulsive move, you juke him to the left but run around to the right, barely managing to corner him between the fridge and one of the counters. Yes! You plant your still grimy hands on either side of his shoulders boxing him and the egg carton in.

You’re completely out of breath, and as you realize this, you see Yoongi’s eyes dart to your lips and back. You mimick his line of sight and notice he’s panting just as heavily. Belatedly, you realize – you are incredibly turned on. Judging from the look on Yoongi’s face and the way he’s currently licking his lips, so is he.

In an instant your arms are wrapped around him and you’re kissing, the nearly empty egg carton dropping between you both and only making a slight mess on the white flooring, not that either of you really cared at the moment. His hands roamed the curve of your spine before landing underneath the curve of your ass instead. The kiss becomes more heated and intense, the bulge pressed against your lower stomach let’s you know exactly how into this your lover is, the fact only turning you on more.

It’s amazing. It’s blissful. And it’s hot as hell.

And then it’s ruined by you feeling yet another glob of egg drop from your hair and this time into your neck, the mucus like consistency makes your whole body cringe into the kiss and makes Yoongi reluctantly pull away from your impromptu make out session early.

“You okay?” His words are low, and you can hear the amount of desire he still feels for you in his voice. The tapping of his fingers on your ass let’s you know that he’s also clearly impatient and wants to continue.

“Yeah. Just, you know. Covered in egg is all.”

“And? So is the floor? Doesn’t seem to mind that we’ll just be cle–,” Yoongi pauses, considers something with a faraway look on his face, and then a devilish glint passes through his eyes. “You know, I may just have a solution for that.”

“Oh? Pray tell.”

“It’s obvious we could each use a shower, a good cleaning. And guess whose shower is big enough for two people?”

The idea sends a thrill through your entire body, and you wordlessly take Yoongi’s hand and lead you both to his master bathroom’s shower.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yoongi let’s go of your hand to make himself busy with turning on the water. While it’s warming up, both of your clothes come off in haphazard piles on the floor only a few feet away from the entrance to the shower. You barely even think about it, mind too consumed with the idea of what’s about to happen, but when you catch sight of Yoongi you have to pause.

You’re absolutely breathless.

His naked body is strong and taut, and even under the fluorescent bathroom lights he’s absolutely breathtaking. For a moment, you think back to the first day you two met, and it brings a warmth into your chest when you see just how far you two have come from that fateful day. You don’t know how you got so lucky to find a man like him, but you know you’ll never take him or what you two have for granted.

When he notices you staring, he gives you a sultry smirk.

“See anything you like?”

“Not sure. I need to look a little more.”

He takes a step closer to your now nude form and grabs your hand in his, gesturing for you to take a little twirl of your own so he can soak in the beauty that is your own body in all it’s perfectly imperfect glory, and you do, with a small giggle passing through your lips.

A woman is a mystery a man just can’t understand. But he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out the mystery on how you somehow chose him of all people to spend the rest of your life with. His heart yearns to always be by your side and his soul wants nothing but to please you and give you a life you deserve.

To him? You’re his soulmate. His forever.

“You’re quite the treat yourself, you know? Dare I say, even more mouth watering than the eclairs.”

He gives you a loving forehead kiss, knowing those are one of your favorites, and steps closer to you to reach around you and feel if the temperature of the water was good. As he leans against you, you can’t help but run your fingers down his chest, nails only lightly scraping the unblemished skin you’re so envious of, the action making his chest rumble underneath your hands as he lets out a low growl. The sound shoots straight to your core.

Deeming the water good enough, he leads you into the shower and underneath the ridiculously large rainfall shower head that at this moment, your body is grateful for as it sags in euphoric relief. Yoongi chuckles at your reaction and realizes it’s better to actually get cleaned up before your little shower sex session.

So, first things first, you both make quick work of cleaning the egg off of each of your bodies. You take turns dunking your heads under the water, scrubbing at your hair with shampoo and conditioner, and neck with soap as you do. Yoongi does the same.

After you’ve rinsed your hair out for the last time, do Yoongi’s arms snake around you. Though, more importantly, you feel his body flush against your front, the contact of your now hardened nipples against his chest only spurs both of you on even more.

Feeling handsy, you grasp his butt, his hips, and then ever so slowly you trail your fingertips down his ‘V’ line. You hear his breath spike as your hand finds it’s place between his legs.

His own hands roam across your body and down until his hand slips between your legs and you can’t help but groan at the contact. Your eyes have maintained contact this whole time so you’ve been fortunate to witness the steady progression of the hunger that’s deep within as it makes its way to the surface.

Then, his mouth is on yours and you’re all in. The water runs over your bodies as you hold each other under the stream. You brace yourself against the shower wall and the tile is cool under your palm, your leg is wrapped around his waist and you’re basically standing on your tip toes with your other foot to accommodate him. You let out a low whine when you feel the tip of his cock tease your opening, your eyes falling closed reflexively from the simple amount of pleasure it brought you.

Yoongi is focused on your face the entire time when he fully sheathes himself inside of you and lets out his own little grunt of content. He gives you a moment to adjust before you’re tapping his ass with the heel of your foot to signal the go ahead. Then, his body is moving and you’re meeting him with each thrust of your own hips, the sound of wet skin slapping against one another reverberates within the enclosed space along with the rhythmic pattern of the water still falling on the shower floor around you.

Opening your eyes, knowing that Yoongi yearns for it, especially during sex, you have to bite your lip and will them not to close again when he does a particularly sharp thrust that has you parting your lips to reward him with a loud moan. The water has plastered his hair to his forehead, so you push it away, eyes locking in a deep gaze. They’re wild with desire and you know that yours aren’t any different.

His breathing is starting to get heavier, and you can feel him tensing under your hands. He forces himself to slow down his pace in order to prolong his release long enough to give you yours first, an unspoken rule that he’s created for himself, you being none the wiser.

With one hand holding himself up from crushing you against the wall, he holds his other hand underneath the stream of water around him for a second, and before you have time to register what he’s going to do, his expert fingers are already slithering their way down your stomach and finding a new purpose on your swollen bud. Your entire body arches into his from the unexpected contact that has your mind reeling with a few colorful words, some falling from your lips in a low chant that soon get quieted by Yoongi’s own words of praise.

“Does that feel good, baby?” A rapid nod of your head is all you can give in the current moment, eyes still locked with his. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

Your back arches, boobs pushing into his chest even more, with your hips picking up their own brutal pace against his as you chase your release with a fervor. He knows when your thrusts start stuttering and slowing down that you’re getting very close.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck to whisper the words into your ear, feeling your walls clench around him in a vice. He gives a moan of his own and it’s all you need as you let out a cry of relief once you reach your starry orgasm.

With a few more quick and deep thrusts it doesn’t take him long himself to find his own as his hips still against yours, his whole body weight leaning into yours has you squished between him and the wall with a breathy whine coming from you – both from the sudden weight and you still coming down from your high.

With what little strength he has left, he slowly lowers your leg so you’re standing on both, but makes sure he has an arm secure around your waist just incase you needed a moment to collect yourself and regain your own strength to stand on your own as he pulls his weight off of you.

“Sorry, needed a minute. Are you okay?”

His worried eyes flicker between your half lidded ones as you let out a breathy laugh at his question, though internally your heart swelled at his immediate need to make sure you were okay.

“I’m more than okay, actually. That was fucking amazing. Ten out of ten, would definitely recommend doing again.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t disagree with you. Pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips, he caresses your cheek before pulling away to turn the water off. Thus, ending your shower session. You detangle from one another to carefully step out into the now very cold air of the bathroom, the steam from within the enclosed shower no longer keeping your bodies warm.

He hands you your favorite robe that he makes sure is always clean incase you need to use it, and you take it with a wide grin, immediately shrugging the fluffy material on your nude body as you snuggle into the collar with a sigh.

He just smiles lovingly at you, and there’s a beautiful moment of post coital silence between you while you dry off, but then—

“Oh, shit. Oh no. No, no, no–,”

He runs from the bathroom, and for a second you’re confused on his rushed behavior, before your eyes widen in realization. The eclairs! Did the timer go off? You didn’t hear it.

Securing the robe around your body tightly, you briskly walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. You’re just in time to see Yoongi, stark naked except for a pair of oven mitts, pulling a slightly smoking sheet pan out of the oven. The smoke causes a brief cloud to linger above the kitchen and you hurry over to the kitchen window to open it and let the smoke naturally clear out.

You turn back around as he carefully sets the hot sheet pan onto the grill of the stove, then leans back against the counter next to it with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and a deep sigh emitting from his parted lips.

The corner of your lip quirks up at the sight, and you can’t help but let out a cheeky remark.

“I like this look on you.”

He spares you an affectionate, closed mouth smile as he opens his eyes to give you a mock glare. You walk closer to the male to see the extent of damage your shower sex caused. It wasn’t too bad, you don’t think. But you’re not the expert here. Focusing your attention on Yoongi, you see he’s already looking at you and your body fills with warmth knowing he’s never ashamed of being caught staring at you.

“Are they okay?”

He clicks his tongue, but his expression is neutral.

“A little burnt, but honestly could be worse.”

You nod in response. Okay. Crisis…averted? Mostly. Great!

He leads you back to his master bedroom where he fishes out some of your favorite clothes of his to wear for the night and you take them with a kiss to his lips. In the process, he finds some for him as well and you two get dressed in no time. Checking the clock on his wall, you both come to the conclusion that there’s still time to finish the eclairs.

Once again, you’re back in the kitchen and working on picking out the least burned buns, but other than that it’s pretty painless. Pastry crème in a piping bag, fill the buns, drizzle with chocolate – easy!

You triple check that the oven is off and there’s nothing else you’ve forgotten about, and then you and Yoongi sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy the fruit of your labor. It’s definitely a little over cooked, but who cares? Yoongi is glowing and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The dessert is amazing, but how could it ever compare with the man sharing it with you? The rest of the night passes by in a blur of kisses, cream and chocolate. Then you let yourselves fall asleep in each other’s arms in your shared bed and it’s bliss.

You could definitely get used to this. And you will, considering you had the privilege of the rest of your life to do so.

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