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kiestrokes · 7 months

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Geonbae Pt.2 | NSFW

Pairing: fuckboy!Park Jimin x Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 4,594 Genre: three part mini-series, smut, a smidge of fluff, friends to ??? Warnings: drinking, cuddling, the seductiveness that is Jimin’s libra sun, idk let me know if I missed anything.

Sexually Explicit Content: marathon sex, sexual intercourse, vaginal penetration, penis in vagina, fingering, kissing (making out), biting, marking, ear biting, nipple stim, clit stim, overstimulation for both parties, missionary, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, mild choking, multiple orgasms for both parties, condoms, one small creampie slip-up.

Summary: Looks like that bootycall to the one Park Jimin has worked out in your favor, just don't expect to walk straight tomorrow…or for a week basically. He has a notorious fuckboy reputation to uphold still, can't let you leave without at least four orgasms.

🗝️ Note: listen, it is finally here, and I am satisfied with it. Not just satisfied, but overjoyed, elated, all the dopamine chemicals screech in rejoice. Hasn't been beta-ed!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

DLS Masterlist ⭒ Santa’s Dirty Little Secret ⭒ Geonbae Pt.1 ⭒ Read it on Ao3!

“I’m ready.”

Jimin's fiery gaze meets yours and you raise your knees to give him better access. His hips tremble as he rubs himself between your damp folds before allowing himself to sink gradually into you. A low groan leaves his parted lips as your entrance stretches to accommodate him.

“Fuck, sorry, it’s been a while” Your fingers tighten on the back of his neck, while the other fists his hair.

“Why are you apologizing?” Jimin grunts.

His hips snap up once he is fully nestled inside, causing your body to flex up against his, the sensation echoing across your skin.

“Habit” you pant, pressing your knees into his sides as your pussy adjusts to him.

“You don’t have to do that with me,” His hands rustle up the sheets coming to rest on his forearms on either side of your shoulders. “I want you to just enjoy yourself tonight. Can I enjoy you?” His tone simmers to a low on the question and you nod.

Jimin’s grin catches you off guard more than the kiss does. The crinkling of his eyes under the rise of his plush cheeks, a quality you have adored from the beginning of your friendship. Combined with the way his sumptuous lips are soothing the stirring of your nerves, how they blanket your mouth like your favorite sweater.

Jimin hips start an unhurried rock into you, and you mirror the movement. Feeling the familiar warmth begin to flame out across your body from your core. Each stroke brushes deep into every muscle, the sensations lighting each corner of your skin.

Jimin moans your name into the crook of your neck, chased by each of his grunts. Just as lost as you are in the feel of him. His hands have found purchase on your body, digging into the back of your thighs at the summit of your ass. Lifting your hips into his thrusts, so that he is entirely submerged in you at each advance.

“Shit, you feel so good,” his lips skim across your cheek, blackened eyes meeting yours.

“So do you,” Your voice pitches as he ruts into you hard, his width spearing you open. Causing your cervix to flare against the tip of his sheathed cock.

Jimin's eyebrows pinch together as you squeeze him internally and he groans, throwing the rest of his weight into your joined sexes. Seeking more of it, more of you.

You claw at his back, head falling back and gasping as the stretch nearly consumes you. Jimin cries out, his body shuddering into yours, and then he's gone and you’re clenching around nothing.

“Fuck that was just…too close.” He stares down at you, hands in tight fists and pretty dick standing at full attention.

“I want on top.” You lift up onto your elbows, gaze devouring the very nude Jimin who is still standing stiffly at the side of the bed.

He gives you a tight nod and you exchange positions. Jimin sits at the edge of the bed before tugging you into his lap from behind. Your legs slip to the outside of his thighs and you glance over your shoulder to center yourself.

Jimin palms your ass open, to give your cunt an easy path to his swollen cock, and for a moment your brain short circuits at the intimacy of this. How your other partners had to beg for this view, and yet you’re giving it to Jimin so easily. His eyes jump to yours when he feels you freeze.

“Hey, you ok? Still want to do this?” His hands leave your ass instantly and smooth up your sides.

You nod eagerly and Jimin blinds you with another smile, forgetting the penetration and tugging you down into his lap for a kiss over the shoulder.

His hand presses into the valley of your ribs and the other cups your jaw as he hums into your mouth. The vibrations soothe your anxious mind, tossing them away like waves in the ocean, getting rolled down into the undercurrent.

Jimin pulls away, his eyes still closed, “we can go slow.”

You nod, nose rubbing his, and lift your hips just enough so that you can take him in your hand. The motion causes Jimin’s lashes to flutter open, and his eyebrows to converge as you rub him between your folds. Your own body jerks when you bump his fat tip against your clit.

Jimin’s hands drift to your hips and he laughs breathlessly against your moan when you finally sink onto him. He has the perfect dick, and you just know that he knows it. Not too long that you have to worry about impaling your cervix, but deliriously thick. How his broad base stretches your entrance and tugs at your g-spot with every rise and fall.

“Jimin,” You moan against his mouth once fully seated.

Jimin whimpers your name in response when you kick your ass back, rubbing him audaciously all those previous nerves having sunk away. His eyes drift open and close as you begin to draw him in and out, your pelvis tilting forward and squeezing him mid-length before slowly pressing his dick back into your slick walls.

You nudge his cheek, lips seeking his and he moans a compliance. His mouth devouring yours as you pick up the slightest amount of speed.

Jimin’s tongue rolls across yours, before sucking it into his mouth. The motion causes your speed to increase, and Jimin grunts in response into the depths of your mouth. His hands tighten on your hips earning a shudder from you as he dives impossibly deeper into your mouth, one hand returning to your jaw. You let out tiny whimpers in between the movement of lips.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you mumble as he kisses you harder, nibbling at your bottom lip.

He breaks with a gasp trailing kisses down your neck, until his nose is pressed between your shoulder blades and he's bouncing his hips in time with you, driving right into the front wall of your cunt.

“Oh fuck” you grasp at his hands, one on your hip and the other between your cleavage with his small fingers spread at the base of your throat holding you tight into his thrusts. “Jimin,” you whine.

His breathing is heavy as he places a kiss on your shoulder, “You ok?”

“Yes, deeper.”

Jimin lets out another breathless laugh and slips his arm across the fold of your thighs and hips. Pressing you into his lap with a drawn-out moan of his own as you swirl your hips. You do it again and feel his body tighten.

“Fuck,” your name and the curse are hissed together through Jimin’s clenched teeth.

You moan in response, bracing your hands on your calves and bearing down as hard as you can on Jimin’s thighs. Relishing in the new, strangled version of your name that escapes his lips. Tossing your head back at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you at this tight angle.

“Oh Jimin, you feel so good” you breathe.

He stutters your name again, you don’t know if it’s from your praise or the fact that you returned to your previous motions. Slamming your pelvis down with a tight squeeze of his cock each time.

“Jimin,” you moan and his hands clench against your skin.

Lights scatter across your closed eyelids suddenly and the distant sound of more fireworks startles your eyes open. You watch the fire blaze against the stars and the inky night sky.

You pitch forward slightly to get a better view causing Jimin to cry out at this shift, his hands dropping from your body. You huff a laugh and bring your palms up to your thighs, bobbing up and down with newfound leverage at this angle.

There's a soft thud as you feel Jimin collapse behind you, “s-shit.”

You moan a laugh, looking over your shoulder catching Jimin watching you with hooded eyes, his eyes jumping to yours from your ass when he catches you staring at him.

“You’re fucking amazing” he breathes, gone is the warmth of his chocolate irises and in their place is the darkness of his spread pupils. Heat radiates up your chest at the sight of him so fucked out and all for you.

“Jimin,” you whisper almost as a beg.

“As soon as you come I’m right behind you,” his hands drift to the outside of your hips.

You nod, body already tightened on itself. You sit back, hands bracing beside Jimin’s torso and slip him in and out against the front of your pubic bone.

“Ohhh shit,” Jimin’s body stiffens almost instantly. “what are you doing?” Jimin moans underneath you, relaxing again.

“Coming” you pant, hips thrusting erratically, you press a hand to his cock squeezing the half that isn’t buried inside you.

“Fuck-shit” Jimin stiffens under you as you climax, entrance squeezing his tip tightly.

Jimin’s hands are on your breasts, suddenly squeezing each globe firmly, before pinching your nipples.

“Shit, Jimin!” your body snaps forward and Jimin sits up with you, his resolve lost. His hips drive up into you as your hands skid on your damn thighs, slick from sweat and effort.

Jimin groans and suddenly you're on your knees and Jimin is pounding into you from behind. He presses you down into the bed with one hand on your shoulders, the noises coming out of his chest almost savage.

“Jimin,” you cry and his front folds over your back, abs rippling at each curve and pull of his spine.

“That's it love, come for me, please come for me” Jimin groans through clenched teeth. Burying himself deeply in you with each slam of his hips and so deep it nearly consumes himself.

His hand slips up to the nape of your neck and fists tightly into your hair. That’s it, that's all it takes for your walls to seize around his cock, your moaning intertwined with his voice as Jimin repeats your name like a prayer.

“Coming so pretty on my dick,” each word punctuated with a rough drag of his swollen member.

Until you’re squeezing your thighs together as hard as you can, in an attempt to ease your own orgasm as it rolls through you in waves, drowning you in overstimulation.

Jimin finally stills as your pussy squeezes him tightly, his release spilling into the condom with a throaty groan. Your ragged breaths are a soft backtrack for the fireworks continuing to explode outside.

“Fuck Jimin,” you whimper as a familiar lightness fills your bones, like your marrow has been replaced with helium and you could float away at any moment.

You shift your hips forward, in an attempt to escape Jimin’s cock that is still embedded in you. He gets the idea and pulls out with an intake of air.

While Jimin is busying himself with discarding the condom you move to drag yourself to the other side of the bed. But Jimin catches you, pulling you back by your waist. Rolling the two of you over onto your sides and spooning his naked body against yours in a way that is so painstakingly intimate, but so very Park Jimin.

“I told you to quit avoiding me,” he trails the pads of his fingers over the curve of your hip.

Laying skin-dimpling kisses across your shoulder blades, up to the crook of your neck.

“I'm not avoiding you now, you just finished so I thought-”

“We aren't done yet,” Jimin nuzzles into the junction of your shoulder, fingertips curling into the soft skin of your stomach. “Do you think after a decade of friendship, I’m going to let you go so easily?”

“You’ve fucked all of our friends,” you say casually, with a blasé shrug all the while your mind is racing at the thought of what Jimin was promising; more orgasms.

“But you held out the longest, why is that?” Jimin’s tone is flooded with candid curiosity.

“I was always content in my relationships,” you glance over your shoulder at his face, but his eyes are downcast, watching his hand glide across your sweat-glazed skin.

He hums, “What about when you were single?”

“You know I never remained single for long.”

“How come you never gave me the chance?” His eyes skip to yours finally, his brown irises alight with inquisition.

“Park Jimin, dating? That's laughable,” you can’t stop the actual snort that leaves your nose.

“I have dated!” Jimin flips you onto your back in mild offense, making you erupt into full-bellied laughter.

“And none of them ended well!”

You feel the heat creep into your cheeks as he nuzzles himself between your thighs again, pinning you to the bed with his well-muscled thighs.

“So I’m just good to fuck?”

Jimin’s eyes lid and you know he is feeling the same rush of renewed arousal that you’re experiencing under his touch and gaze.

“And a great thrower of house parties, and to go shopping with, and picker of the best gifts,” you prattle off a short list of his talents.

Jimin lazily circles one of your nipples, his eyes absentmindedly watching the flesh pucker against the scrape of his nails, “Mmm sounds to me like I’m boyfriend material.”

“Maybe rentable boyfriend material,” you laugh, but it sounds wispy and thick, catching in your throat on its way out.

“Fine,” Jimin pouts, “I guess I’ll take what I can get. Consider me yours, and yours only to rent whenever you need me.”

“I’ll hold you to it Park,” you stroke his bangs back from his brow and he turns his face to kiss the palm of your hand, mumbling an ask about how many orgasms you’ve had in one night.

“Maybe two? Definitely no more than that. Why?”

“Our goal is to at least double that amount,” He slants his torso up your body while his other hand dives between your thighs.

Lowering his mouth to hover over yours whispering your name in promise, “god you’re so fucking wet.”

You gasp as he rolls your clit between his thumb and forefinger languidly, before dipping two fingers into your swollen entrance painting your release over the sensitive hill of nerves.

Jimin's mouth seals to yours as he begins to strum, and you anchor yourself to him by tangling your hands in that fluffy chestnut-colored hair of his.

Your moans become lost in the cavern of his throat as his tongue dances with your teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Jimin pulls back, lips kiss bitten, puffier than you imagined they could get when your body starts to tremble with the approach of your next orgasm.

You clutch at his wrist, your hips trembling as you get overwhelmed by not just his touch but his eyes. How his perceptive gaze jumps from your rolling hips, over the rise of your upturned tits, to your face, where he holds your hooded eyes with a fixed stare as you gasp and beg.

“Jimin,” you whisper and he groans, slanting up to kiss you again, a simple but weighted kiss.

Before his digits dive to your core, fingers curling into the front wall of your cunt, you claw at his back and arm. Jimin watches as you arc off the bed under his touch.

Jimin’s brows pinch together and he unintentionally presses his swollen dick into your leg, letting you know he's equally as turned on.

“Jimin,” your hips roll shamelessly into his hand.

Calling him to you both visually and verbally. He's up on his knees, hand still thrusting into your rocking hips as he nudges your thighs wider and you fan them open eagerly.

“Jimin, I’m close, oh please don’t stop” you vocalize your praise, having discovered that kink of his moments before your first orgasm of the night.

“Not stopping love, come on I can feel you, you’re so close” Jimin moans, one hand on you and the other on himself as he sits back on his heels.

You press your head back into the bed at the sight of him fisting himself, his tip swollen and leaking.

Your body arches again and everything snaps, Jimin’s hand is gone suddenly and he's buried in you to the hilt. His lip is bitten between his teeth as you work him, chasing the echoes of your orgasm. His hands firm on your hips as you thrust, he gasps your name as your cunt continues sucking him in harshly. Jimin’s hips bear down on you, unmovable as you continue to come around him.

“Fuckkk, love, oh,” He gasps out.

Jimin’s orgasms right behind you, his hands leaving your hips with one final press. You watch as those hands rub up his chiseled stomach, across his nipples as he spills into you. You understand what is happening; why Jimin is rubbing himself, needing to be touched everywhere as his orgasm twinges each nerve ending. You flip him over, palms pressing hard into his chest as he moans low in appreciation.

Finally the right direction on the bed, with Jimin’s head resting on the pillows. You rake your nails lightly down his stomach, watching as his pupils dilate and he gasps your name.

You stretch to reach for a condom, Jimin slips from your cunt with a shiver as you rifle through his bedside drawer. Sitting back on his sculpted thighs once you’ve acquired what you need. Jimin watches you with wide eyes as you rip the condom open, rolling it over his sensitized length with full intent to ride him again.

He’s more vocal than before, alternating between moans, whines, and grunts the entire time. Thrashing against the bed, clutching you to him, his hands trembling up your spine, digging into the crease of your thighs, clenching your hips and breasts all in deep appreciation as you ride his cock.

“F-fuck,” Jimin stutters out, before breaking off to moan your name.

His head tossing, mussing up his hair even more. You moan at the sight of him, so wrecked and all for you.

“Love, if I knew you were like this in bed, damn.” His body tenses under your spread thighs, “I would’ve kicked everyone out during the Secret Santa party,” he pants out, head pressing back into the pillows as he fights off his orgasm.

You laugh just as breathlessly, as your body pulls taut, “It’s better this way, starting the New Year off right.”

The moan that escapes you, vibrates pre-echoes of your climax through your body and across his.

“Shit why do you feel so good?” You ask as you stroke his stomach again watching his skin erupt into goosebumps and following it with a quick snap of your hips.

Jimin looks more fucked out than ever, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes blazing into yours as he says the next words a firmness that nearly makes you come, “I was made for you.”

You moan, hand pressing between the swells of his pecs and Jimin shudders, “Gonna come for me, Park?”

Your body shakes with effort, just as overheated as his, but determined to ruin the man beneath you first.

Jimin cries your name, rutting up into you as you thrust back, orgasm exploding up his body. His hands seize your waist as he arches into you. You continue to ride him through the aftershocks, your climax dancing just at the edge of your vision.

“Uhh-mmm” Jimin whimpers underneath you, head tossing with each slap of your ass.

His hands flexed helplessly against the outside of your leg. You moan again, and Jimin stiffens under you when your walls give one final squeeze as the band inside you snaps.

“Jimin,” you wail, coming apart, causing the muscles of his thighs to spasm as he looks at you wide-eyed, mouth gasping in a perfect circle.

You slam your ass down, pussy sucking him in as you orgasm.

“Stop, stop, fuck- please,” he gasps.

His body shakes as his cock pushes out another release, an empty one into the condom as you incite a dry orgasm from him. Jimin mumbles your name in a quiet plea as you cease your movements.

You comply graciously, slowly folding over him for a light kiss that he tilts his chin up for before you roll off to lay beside him, your body spent. His own body shudders hard beside you and he groans through the aftershocks of the overstimulation you just inflicted.

While he is catching his breath Jimin asks what you were laughing about earlier.

You huff a laugh, “Namjoon being the king of destruction breaks the door lock.”

Jimin sits up shakily, hands rolling the spent condom off his length, “Oh it doesn’t actually lock, so the only thing he broke was his nose.”

“Park, your bedroom door doesn’t lock?”

You lift up onto your elbow as Jimin ties a knot and tosses the condom into the waste basket beside the bed. He shakes his head, reclining back in the dampened spot next to you.

“No, I had an incident with a hookup. She locked herself inside and I had to call the fire department to get her out.” He winces at the memory before his eyes drift over to take in your horrified stare.

Jimin waves his hands with a laugh,“She’s fine now married, and has a baby I think.”

“Do you keep tabs on all of your hookups?”

“I’m not heartless you know,” he rolls on his side to face you.

The moment thickens but for a different reason. There is a sadness in Jimin’s eyes that you hadn’t quite noticed before, it takes you a moment to realize what exactly it is, loneliness.

“I just haven’t found the right partner yet.”

You nod in understanding and pull him into your body for a hug, fingers tracing up his spine as he nuzzles into your neck.

“Do you want to shower?” He mouths into your collarbone.

“I don't have any clothes,” you laugh softly as Jimin pulls away from your embrace.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “You can borrow some of mine.”

With that, he slinks out of the bed, and you roll on your back to admire his bare ass.

“Playing into the boyfriend act already, hmm?”

You scramble across the soiled sheets to follow him.

Jimin winks over his shoulder at you, “Come on, let's have a shower.”

You shower together, in muscle rejuvenating clouds of steam and tangerine scented body scrub. Jimin diligently cleans you from behind before his hands drift lower to work out another orgasm, kissing the water off your neck

“Jimin,” you whine.

“I want you to come as hard as you made me earlier,” He huffs huskily before nipping the shell of your ear.

Jimin traps you between his body and the cold tile, both nearly equal in their firmness. The porcelain bites painfully and pleasurably into your nipples. He encases your thighs together with his while his hand starts to rapidly stroke across your clit.

The direct touch, the cold tile and Jimin rubbing himself listlessly into your backside have you begging and whimpering in no time. Your head is thrown back on his shoulder, while his hand drifts up from your hip to squeeze your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Oh fuck,” you shudder into him and damp lips meet your neck with a sly laugh.

“I think you can come harder than that,” his hand makes its way to your neck and you bite your lip at the squeeze, trying and failing not to pant.

He squeezes lightly as he rocks your hips into his working hand with a slow roll of his.

“Jimin,” you plead.

“Yes love?” He rumbles against your ear, voice tainted with pride before sucks your earlobe into his mouth.

“Ah fuck, harder.”

Jimin moans softly before squeezing your throat harder, a panting gasp escaping you as you rub your hips against his arm. His other fingers move so rapidly that you’ve lost count of the orgasms that have come and gone.

Lost in the dizzying featherlight stroke that he slows to as each orgasm coasts over your body. You whine deeply, everything is so slick and hypersensitive.

“Ahhh” you scream, pressing into Jimin's hand at your throat to cool your forehead against the tile.

Your legs shake violently at this climax and Jimin groans proudly, catching you quickly as you begin to fold.

“Oh damn, I need to sit down” you mumble in belated realization.

Jimin's musical laugh fills your ears as he carefully lowers the two of you to the shower floor, your back resting snuggly against his chest.

“How many was that?” You tilt your face to him, blinking against the misting spray of the shower.

“I uh...wasn’t counting, I was busy.” His cheeks tint at his confession.

You laugh out loud and tug his face to yours for a deep kiss full of appreciation and admiration.

The two of you leave the shower once you gain some sea legs and Jimin has the chance to clean your latest releases from the folds of your cunt.

Swaddled up in fluffy towels you stop short, surveying the damage you both had done to his bed. Jimin quickly slips past you, pulling open dresser drawers to gather you a pair of his briefs, socks, sweats, and a hoodie.

“You get dressed and head to the couch,” He presses the clothing into your waiting hands with a soft peck to your lips. “I will put the blankets in the wash, so we can cuddle up and watch The Holiday.”

“Ok, bring blankets,” You give him another quick peck before turning back to the bathroom with your newly acquired wardrobe.

Once clothed you pad out in Jimin’s thick socks and collect as many of the pillows from his now stripped bed that your arms will hold, and waddle towards his living room.

Jimin is clothed in a simple white t-shirt and gray sweats when you arrive, his hair drying in haphazard waves as he pours champagne into two flutes.

A massive pile of white comforters awaits you. Spread out across his plush, deep-cushioned couch. He retrieves some of the pillows from your strained arms and the two of you pile into the makeshift bed with soft laughter.

All the lights have been extinguished, the curtains open just a smidge and Jack Black’s quick fingers working across the keyboard on the television. Only the soreness between your legs sets this night apart from your usual hangouts with Jimin.

Once you’re settled against each other, Jimin leans forward to pluck the glasses from the table.

His warm eyes meet yours in the dim light as you clink glasses, “to the New Year.”

“Geonbae,” you whisper as the two of you take heavy swigs, Jimin already reaching for the bottle to refill your flutes.

The two of you drift into a gossamer cloud of champagne bubbles, the early 2000s romantic comedy, and fluffy blankets backed by the sound of the washer filling. With every sip of the sweet ambrosia Jimin’s stolen kisses increase in carnality as the two of you drain the bottle.

Your name is spoken like an incantation against your lips between each press of his until he’s nuzzled into the hollow of your throat.

Jimin's breathing levels out to a steady rise and fall and you wonder how someone so angelic looking could be the most careless heartbreaker you know.

Distantly, like a faint echo in the deepest recesses of your brain, you wonder if you were going to let him break your heart too.

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cristan5 · 1 year

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#amiyaraya #batirol #kickcoffee #geonbae #qtdog

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persephone-s-ass · 2 years

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Went to a Korean BBQ fried chicken place with an old friend yesterday 🥟🍜🍗🥂

#cute #pretty #me #beautiful #personal #about me #selfie #witch #makeup #lunch #geonbae Korean BBQ fried chicken

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sanstropfremir · 2 years

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Happy holiday! I hope you had a wonderful Alexander Day~

i DID and i hope everyone else did too!!!!

#gnashing my teeth like a rabid dog KING LET ME DIRECT YOU IN A SHAKESPEARE P L E A S E #the face he makes for the geonbae........................ even though u only see it in the main cam for a split second it is SO !!!!!!!!!!#anyways yea i watched this stage like ten times last night who's asking #text #answers #a;lskdjf i really should have made a tag for all of this lmao

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deja-vux · 1 year

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Dad!Ateez: Funny Videos

A/N: Here is a little thank you for 800 followers as I finished some details on chapter 12 of Just As I Am. Ngl these are all based on TikTok's that I saw so if you want to see what they’re based off of just clock the name of the member and it should lead you to the video. As always enjoy and thanks for reading :).

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong was in the studio working on some new projects so naturally, the camera was on for vlogging purposes. Soojin had been taking a nap on the couch not too far from his desk. She had been covered by a small tent that had glow-in-the-dark stars. A little over an hour had gone by since he put her down for her nap when he heard her stirring. He paused the current file he was working on when he took a peak. He found her slowly waking up as she rubbed her eyes. “Hey there princess,” he cooed softly. He slowly opened the curtains before working on the blinds. As rays of light slowly peeked into the studio, Soojin began to whine. Hongjoong paused, as did her whines, figuring it was her just waking up, he continued till she became more vocal. “No,” she whined, “No sun! The suuuuuuuun!”

“What’s the matter?” Hongjoong asked, slightly confused.

“The sun,” she complained, covering her face with her hands.

“Oh, the sun,” he nodded understandingly.

The wind outside caused the shade to shift, letting more sunlight in causing her to squeal in panic as Hongjoong stifled a laugh. Hongjoong was quick to close the curtain to give her some relief. “There, princess, the sun’s gone,” he reassured her. He watched as she halted her panic and slowly uncovered her face. Deciding to mess with her, he moves the curtain just a bit without her noticing. “Oh… it’s coming back. It’s coming…,” he says teasingly before being cut off by her scream as she covers her face with her blanket.

“The sun!” she yelled as he laughed, closing the curtain once more before taking her out of her tent.

“Don’t worry daddy’s here to protect you, princess,” he said as he settled back into his chair with her on his lap as he continued his work. Luckily for him, the whole moment was caught on camera, and he couldn’t help but post it as a teaser for his vlog.

Park Seonghwa

Seonghwa had an unusual day off. He decided to do one of his favorite things, which was playing with his son in the backyard. Today, in particular, his son had gotten somewhat hungry while playing, so naturally, Seonghwa prepared a bottle for him. As they continued, Minseok began to doze off here and there. You heard Seonghwa laugh as you were in the kitchen getting dinner ready and you couldn’t help but check on them to see what they were up to. As you approached the pair you couldn’t help but laugh to find Minseok half asleep in his little tike car, his head nodding from side to side, clearly milk drunk as Seonghwa pretended to be a cop pulling him over. You pulled out your phone filming the duo as Seonghwa took the bottle gently from your son’s hand. Seonghwa gently tapped your son’s shoulder in patterns. “Sir, sir I need to see your license. Hello, sir,” he repeated as your son drunkenly opened his eyes replying with a lazy stare. “Sir, you’re very drunk. I think you geonbaed a little too hard,” Seonghwa said, tapping the doors of the car. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as you zoomed in on your son’s dazed state. Seonghwa shook the almost empty bottle in front of your son as he spoke again, “Look here’s the evidence you drank it all.

“Sir, I really need your license,” he repeated, trying not to laugh as he gently tapped his chest and moved his arm.

Your son could only lay his head back as his eyes closed again. “Hey, hello, are you alive,” Seonghwa teased whistling before squishing Minseok’s cheeks together a couple of times. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter with Seonghwa as he attempted to wake your son by hitting the squeaky horn repeatedly. That was definitely one for the books.

Jeong Yunho

The moment your daughter stole a rocoto from its bowl at the center of the table and was unwilling to give it up he knew this moment would go one of two ways. Either she would like it and nothing would happen or she’d cry from how spicy it was. Regardless he knew it would be recorded by one of the few cameras that were filming them for the day for a TV special so he’d be able to look back at it. He watched as your daughter calmly ate her food, both of you hoping Hyoyeon would forget about the spicy pepper altogether. Unfortunately for the both of you she didn’t in fact when she saw you eat one she immediately reached for her own taking a decent-sized bite out of it. The two of you looked at her in shock as you watched her process her emotions and thoughts. A few seconds passed before taking a deep breath with her tongue between her teeth. “Mama are you okay?” you asked wondering if she liked it or not. She took a drink from her cup before saying one of her favorite phrases.

“Ta bueno,” Hyo smiled with a thumbs up as you both sighed in relief. (it’s good)

“You’re your mother’s daughter alright,” Yunho chuckled softly before continuing to eat.

Yunho watched as your daughter continued to eat, occasionally blowing onto the pepper before eating it alongside something else on her plate. Yunho couldn’t help but chuckle at her silliness. “Is it too hot Hyo?” he asked.

“No, it’s good. Appa try,” she said, holding it out to him.

Although he wanted to deny her offer he couldn’t reject her pleading eyes. He took a bite as the pair of girls watched him. Although he felt a burning sensation on his tongue he finished his piece before opening his mouth to show her he had finished it. You and Hyo clapped and cheered with him. Your daughter was quick to act grabbing another one and putting it on his plate, “Appa like? Have more,” she smiled. Yunho’s victory smile dropped as he looked at you for help and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Kang Yeosang

Yeosang was taking your daughter to the doctor when he was advised that she needed her vaccines. Knowing that despite you not being able to be there you’d want to be witness to this moment. He pulled out his phone filming as he watched as one nurse held her gently as the other one prepped the area. Eunbyul watched attentively as the nurse set up the needle. Not wanting her to be frightened he called her name in an attempt to catch her attention. At first, she ignored him but after the 3rd time, she turned just as the needle went into her leg. At this point, Yeosang was just waiting for her to cry instead she glared at her father. Taken back, Yeosang couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, “Who are you looking at like that for?” he chuckled before she tilted her head motioning it toward him, her eyes widening.

“Oop,” the nurse let out as she put the bandage on her leg.

This caused your daughter to turn her attention towards her, giving her the same look that she gave your husband not too long ago. She had a mini staring contest with her before she burst into laughter along with Yeosang and the other nurse. “I think you’ve been spending too much time with your momma. You got her sass but watch her say you got it from me,” Yeosang jokes before stopping the camera and sending you the video, which he would later post on his Instagram.

Choi San

You were laying down with Yuri on your lap as you watched some TV. All was calm until San walked into the living leaning against the bottom of the couch as he looked for the perfect angle to film his idea. You watched him curiously as tried to slyly catch your daughter’s attention. Once he did she had already laid all the way back leaning her head against the couch as she attempted to reach for him. Your husband quickly fumbled with his phone before holding it steady and starting to film. You calmly watched as he held his finger out to her as the My Heart Will Go On played in the background. You watched as he got closer till she grabbed his finger. He kept his finger there until Rose from Titanic said her iconic line, “Jack, I’ll never let go.”

You raised your eyebrows as to where he was going with this until the music began to swell up again. Just as you heard Celine Dion sing again you watched as your husband slowly yet dramatically pulled away pretending to sink onto the floor next to the couch as you laughed, your daughter holding her hand opening hoping for him to join her again. After a bit of silence, you watched as San took your pouty daughter from your arms, handing you his phone and showing you the video he had just posted. He had added some slow-motion effect to the moment he pulled away and turned it black and white making your daughter’s expressions all the funnier. “You have nothing better to do, huh?” you teased turning back towards San.

“You just don’t appreciate my artistic talent enough,” he laughed, “Just you wait, I’ll win an Oscar someday.”

Song Mingi

Mingi was with some other idols and their children filming a Father’s Day special when he watched the host bring out a carton of eggs. He watched as they instructed the children including their own to stand handing each of them an egg telling them to hold it and wait for further instruction. Mingi watched as Chewon and Daewon each took their egg, holding it and examining it before holding it out to him. “It’s yours you get to keep it for now,” Mingi explained as the twins could only look at one another in confusion. He watched as the host Kai explained to both the audience and the guest, “There’s a saying that babies are very gentle with eggs so we’re gonna put that to the test today. We’re gonna have all the dads stand on the opposite side of the room and call their children over to them. Rules are simple, the first one to make it to the other side with their egg fully intact wins. The little ones who are still too young to walk will sit this one out as we have another game for them.”

You watched from the side with the other moms knowing the chaos that was about to ensue. Just as the race started the little ones were quick to pace quickly over to their fathers. Some teased their dads running in opposite directions while others rolled the egg or played with it. You looked over at the twins who had yet to move from their spot looking at each other till Daewon took off running which sent Mingi into a panic. Naturally, his sister took off running behind him and you watched as Mingi’s anxiety grew more with each tumble and fall yet no matter how many times they’d fumble they managed to keep the egg from cracking.

At this point, Mingi looked like he was about to faint but then again so did the other dads as the race had turned more chaotic than expected. Both the crew and mothers laughed from the side as they watched the dads attempt to call their children over. Eventually, everyone’s attention turned as one of the MCs became excited as the twins got closer to their dad. Just as they were about to hand him the eggs they fell back onto their backs rolling into fits of laughter before Chaewon sat up bum-crawling to her dad to hand him the egg which was perfectly intact with her brother following close behind. Who knew that the simple game would make the perfect teaser.

Jung Wooyoung

You were at work on break when you were told that your husband was trending on Twitter and TikTok. Thinking about their recent comeback you genuinely didn’t think much about it figuring it was something related to that. That was until you opened Twitter to find your son’s name trending not far below his father’s. Confused, you clicked the topic reading tweets like, “Youngjae is such a mood,” and, “Youngjae is Wooyoung’s mini twin.” Confused, you pressed the video tab and opened the recent video. Based on the outfits and the format of the screen recording it looked like Wooyoung had done a live stream today while babysitting. Sometime during it, your son had gotten hungry but instead of taking his bottle your son wanted your husband’s coffee instead.

You watched as your husband teased your son testing to see if he wanted the coffee or if it was just his imagination. Every time he’d set the cup near him he’d open his mouth to take the straw only for Woo to pull away causing Youngjae to be distraught. With every repetition your son only looked more betrayed and hurt until eventually, he hit a breaking point. During the last one, Woo couldn’t help but laugh at his son’s adorable pout which made your son laugh along only to let out a scream of frustration. Despite not liking to see your son upset you couldn’t help but laugh as well at their antics. You found a longer version of the video which later showed Wooyoung getting a new straw and putting it in his bottle before holding it out to Youngjae who happily took the bottle drinking his milk as his dad wiped the single tear that had fallen onto his face.

Choi Jongho

Jongho had picked up your son from daycare and once in the car, he asked a very important question that was on his mind. “Dad, have you ever seen an elicottero?” Minho asked calmly. Jongho turned to him with a puzzled look as your son repeated his question. Once he realized the confusion he explained, “It’s a new Spanish word my friend taught me.”

“Oh. That’s your mom’s jurisdiction here, why don’t we call her,” Jongho said facetiming you.

“Hi mi vida,” you answered as you answered the call to see your son, “Hey my love.”

“Hey baby, your son has a Spanish question for you,” Jongho explained as began to screen-record, “Go ahead Minho, ask your mom.”

“Mom, have you ever seen an elicottero?” Minho asked.

You somewhat had an idea as to what your son was talking about, but regardless, you asked for further clarification. “How does it go?” you asked. You watched as Minho put his hands together and began to move them up and down as he mimicked the sound of a helicopter. “Is that how it goes?” you asked.

“Yup have you ever seen one, an elicottero?” Minho nodded.

“Yes, I have,” you smiled, “Aver, como se dice helicoptero,” you replied. (Let’s see, how do you say helicoptero)

“Helicotero,” Minho nodded confidently as you and Jongho laughed.

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the one with seokjin, soju, and all the stars in the sky

Requested by Anon: Kim Seokjin got really drunk on a members-night-out, so his fiancée has to pick his cute, clingy ass up. ft. late-night wake-ups, gn!reader, and a lot of feelings about science. A/N: I accidentally deleted the draft associated with this ask, so now it's a separate post. Sorry for the wait, anon!

When Seokjin left for the evening, he'd placed a kiss on your forehead and a new book in your hands.

The novel in question was some obscure, independently published thing Namjoon had recommended. You'd mentioned it to Seokjin in passing — weeks ago — but hadn't had the downtime to seek it out since. Even if you had somehow carved out a moment to scour the local bookshops, you wouldn't have had the spare hours to immerse yourself in it the way you'd want to.

Not enough to meaningfully discuss its themes with Namjoon, anyway.

But Seokjin was Seokjin. He'd made some secret, mental note about what you said; hunted down that old single-edition book; and come up with a reason to spend his Saturday night elsewhere. He and his friends would get dinner and drinks — you'd get an overdue bubble bath and the solitude necessary to study for your unofficial, impromptu, two-member book club.

And that's precisely how you'd spent your night before tucking yourself into bed at the beautifully reasonable hour of half-past nine.

When your phone went off four hours later, you thought you were dreaming. You squinted at the screen for so long, trying to wrap your brain around the contact information blaring into your bleary eyes, that you almost failed to answer.

"Namjoon?" You croaked, throwing an arm over your eyes to hide from the offensive lamp light beaming off your bedside table. "I'm gonna need, like, a liter of coffee before I can wax poetic about the —"

"Hey, noona, it's Namjoon-ah!" He cut you off before you could finish. If the delayed, rhyming introduction didn't tip you off, the snorting, self-inflicted laughter would have.

Kim Namjoon, the designated dad of the friend group, was irrefutably ripped, zipped, and zooted.

You scrubbed your hand over your face in a futile attempt to stop your forming grin in its tracks. "Your picture popping up on my phone told me as much," You chuckled through your exhaustion, "To what do I owe the pleasure of this wake-up call?"

You heard him shout geonbae and gulp down some sort of shot before he provided you with an answer.

"Sojin has entered the chat," He announced with an absurd, deepened voice. Immediately, he cackled, "Get it? It's a portmanteau of soju and Seokjin, who is shitfaced — anyways, can you come get your man?"

It took you five minutes to throw on clothes and shuffle out the door to your car. The drive to the bar took only slightly longer, though it was the traffic lights and not the distance that slowed you down.

Unfortunately, twenty years came and went while you tackled the dreaded, subsequent task: parallel fucking parking.

The stress of it all nearly had you sweating by the time you entered the bar — you'd be hearing all that judgmental honking in your sleep, once you got back to it — but it all evaporated the second you saw Seokjin.

Off in the far corner, he sat on the outer half of a bench. Trapped inside that booth, visibly waiting for the sweet release of death, was Min Yoongi. You couldn't make out the details of that predominantly one-sided conversation, but you could tell by Seokjin's wild gesticulating and pink-tipped ears that he was ranting about something.

Bits and pieces fell into place as you made your away over, but no part of the overheard conversation made much sense to you.

Seokjin hiccupped, "I've said it once and I'll s-say it again —"

"— Hyung, I guarantee you've said it way more than once —" Yoongi attempted to interject, but he was quickly silenced by more of Seokjin's animated hand-waving.

"— Magic. It's magic, Yoongi. I'm tell — I'm telling you, man. There's just — hic — Science is stupid. I don't care about it, you know? And do you want — you wanna know why, Yoongi? Well, I'll t-tell you why —"

As he blinked emphatically at Yoongi, Seokjin must've somehow sensed you across the bar. He stopped dead in the middle of his unsolicited dissertation, wide-eyed with his jaw dropped, and gasped, "Baby!"

Before you could physically brace yourself for impact, he'd launched his clumsy frame out of his seat and collected you in his arms. Within seconds, without time to blink, his warm cheek was smushed against yours. Plush lips fluttered near your ear as he mumbled, "I missed you."

Of course, it'd only been a few hours since he last saw you, but he held you like you'd just returned from years at sea. Breathing deeply and contentedly, likely taking in the scent of your shampoo. Gently clutching the fabric of your jacket in his hands as if you'd float away otherwise. You had no desire whatsoever to burst that perfect, loving bubble, so you simply squeezed him tighter and told him that you'd missed him more.

Over his shoulder, you saw relief wash over Yoongi's face. No longer held hostage, he scooted himself out of the booth and immediately twisted in place to crack his back.

How long had he been stuck in there?

"Thank fuck," Yoongi sighed as he proceeded to crack his neck. He rolled his shoulders while answered the question you were about to ask, "Twenty entire minutes. Barely paused long enough to breathe, so I thought, shit — what if he dies here? I was scared I'd have to spend the rest of my days in this booth."

Seokjin, who still hadn't untangled himself from you, simply giggled. With his cheek remaining flush to yours, you could feel him grinning. He offered nothing whatsoever in his own defense, so Yoongi waved at you and turned to head off towards the restrooms.

You called out after him, prompting him to turn around. "What's so stupid about science?"

Yoongi's mouth stretched into a straight line across the entire bottom half of his face; his eyes narrowed to match. He heaved yet another sigh, gestured languidly to the half-cut fiancée clinging to you like a vest, and smirked, "He's convinced you hung the stars in the sky."

You would've melted into a puddle on the spot, but then Seokjin piped up and promptly shot your unsuspecting, lovestruck heart over the moon instead.

Abruptly changing the subject, he whispered — suddenly serious, as if it was the most important question in the world:

"Did you like the book, baby?"

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