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kingofbodyrolls · 24 days

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BTS fic recs: March 2024

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | 💜 (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Mistletoe @belovedkingx [9.3k] // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 christmas is all about spending time with the ones you love, having fun and creating beautiful memories but that was never how it turned out for you. You were dreading the annual family Christmas, but an idea was proposed to you, and shockingly Namjoon agreed to it as well as yourself. But will it help or will it turn out to be a mistake?

🗨️ this was just so cute 🥹🥰

⭐Holiday Shambles @ressjeon [5k] // knj x f.reader // christmas!au, married!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 when you have to spend time with both your parents and Namjoon’s snobby ones for this Christmas, you’re forced to show the best version of you even knowing what’s to come. you’re ready, right? after all, you’re the best wife aren’t you?

🗨️ this is so hilarious, cute and sweet 🥹 Loved it✨

⭐New Guy @kithtaehyung [5k] // knj x f.reader // university!au, e2l // 🥵

📝 all you want to do is have a successful meeting after experiencing dwindling attendance. but the new guy is completely disrupting things… or is he?

🗨️ so many feels about this one; all good and dirty ones!!! I had a feeling about the twist but I wasn’t sure. But I would very much love for a Joonie in grey joggers to knock on my door please 🥺🤭 Anyway, it was extremely good, as is everything you do and write! And it was so fucking HOT, like the tension, incredible! It really had me 🥵 So, so fucking good— love it 💖💯

⭐Entirety @btsgotjams27 [3.3k] // knj x f.reader // slice of life!au, f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 namjoon is the complete package, except for the fact that he won’t make the first move.

🗨️ AFGJFKGHLKFDHGJGKJHG— 🥵🥵🥵 Yes, I’ve resulted to key smashing because I’m speechless, but I’ll try to give a few words anyway: first, this was incredibly hot, I can’t even begin to articulate properly, and the writing, like I’m a so in love with the writing, like the language is so descriptive and imaginative that I can clearly imagine every little fucking detail— and the words? Well they just flow seamlessly! ✨

⭐My Plus One @btsgotjams27 [5.4k] // ksj x f.reader // fake dating!au, i2l // 🥰🌩️

📝 when you and jin have weddings to attend, you decide to help one another by agreeing to being each other's plus ones.

🗨️ It was so sweet, it was cute and fluffy and so damn funny! Like there were so many times I was just laughing with the biggest grin plastered on my face. So thank you, thank you for writing this and for cheering me up ✨💯

⭐Meet Me at the Bar [epilogue] @eoieopda [7.5k] // ksj x f.reader // law school!au, study buddies, bf2l // 🥰😂🥵

📝 you're supposed to be staring down the barrel of the last — and most important — examination of your life, but you only have eyes for your study buddy.

🗨️ omg these two cute fools are so fucking adorable 😭 It was really good, loved everything in it, the writing, the characters and how they have been in love with each other for so long but never said anything to each other, and FINALLY, BAM ✨

⭐Forever @oddinary4bts [25.2k] // ksj x f.reader // idol!au, ex-fiancés to lovers // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 three years ago, your relationship with jin ended in fights and tears. When life puts him back on your path, you catch a glimpse of light in his eyes that you thought had died when you broke up. Will your relationship blossom into a well-deserved forever or will you lose the love of your life again?

🗨️ so much love and sadness in this! The nostalgia is high, there’s a lot of feelings, a lot of heartbreak. The thoughts about going back for fear of getting your heart broken again, or moving on and shielding the broken pieces of heartbreak? Fuck! So fucking good. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: everything Ella writes is just pure gold 🥹✨

⭐A Time Just for Us [part of a completed series] @bluewhale52 [5.4k] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, idol!au // 🥰🥵

📝 you are desperate for a baby.

🗨️ I haven’t even read the series– like I started with this, but it was so freaking good! It was somehow cute, but very very very dirty 😂🥵

⭐Cat Cafes and More @jeonsbabygirlsworld [0.7k] // myg x f.reader // established relationship // 🥰

📝 you insist yoongi to visit the cat cafe which has cats up for adoption which ends up you adopting a white Persian cat even though you have holly with you both.

🗨️ omg this was just so fucking cute 😭💕Overall just a really cute, fluffy and lovely drabble 🥰💜

⭐Less of Them [ongoing series] @casuallyimagining [currently loading] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, arranged marriage!au, star-crossed lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰🪄

📝 as the daughter of one of the oldest families in the kingdom, when the king decides that it's you he wishes to marry, you're forced to make a decision and fulfill your duty, leaving behind everything you've ever known--and the only man you've ever loved.

🗨️ this chapter was so fucking good, I don’t even know where to begin! First, it was so sad and emotional (at least for me 😭), like OC has been through so fucking much 😭 The poor thing is traumatized and the whole paragraph about her learning the royal life that her father never could have prepared her for 😭😭😭 It’s such an amazing story, you simple have to read it if you haven’t. There’s two out of three parts out.

⭐Would u? [3tan drabble ongoing series] @kithtaehyung [2.3K] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥰

📝 you see a certain fruit-centered trend online.. and decide to test it on yoongi.

🗨️ so fucking sweet and fluffy… This was just so cute, I just love this couple and I can’t get enough of them omg 🥹 and reader being on her period and Yoongi just distracting her pain away, by naturally being himself and doing mundane things 🥹 so domestic I love it! 😭✨ And the tangerines 😭😭😭💖

⭐Strawberry Sundae @youtifulhobi [6k] // jhs x f.reader // slice of life!au, lifeguard!hobi, olympian swimmer!reader, established relationship // 🥰

📝 a few years after you begin dating Jung Hoseok, the two of you reminisce about how you met when he was a lifeguard and saved you from drowning, when in reality you had just fell off your strawberry floatie and he just wanted to talk to you.

🗨️ honestly, this is just fucking cute, adorable really! I really loved it and it’s definitely one of my favorite Hoseok fics now 🥰💯

⭐Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist [4.7k] // jhs x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵

📝 what would you do if your friend’s younger sibling suddenly asks you for sex?

🗨️ KBFKDSBFKGH it was so filthy I don’t even know what I read (also there’s just something about a brother’s best friend!!!) 🥵😂

⭐Melatonin @taeinparis [3k] // jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 sleeping at night was difficult for you, and atop of your boyfriend’s lawn mower-esk snoring, it was impossible. But luckily for you, he knows just the remedy to cure your sleeplessness (and hopefully his snoring).

🗨️ Iiiih this was so dirty, I loved it 💖 there was also a dash of fluff sprinkled in there, but mainly just smut 😂 🥵✨

⭐Our ‘Get Along’ Shirt @dreamyjoons [14.2k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l // 🥵

📝 another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. It’s never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.

🗨️ JFHKJSFKSDJDH— This was so fucking hilarious 😂 The sexual tension between them was SO HIGH 🥵 and when they finally snapped, oh dear God, it was so good! And the whole shit concept, so hilarious and their banter 😂 AND THE SWEAT??? I’m weak okay!! So freaking good, I loved it so much and Namjoon and the rest of the gang were just priceless. Jin at the end had me laughing so hard 🤭💯

⭐Just a Taste @yoonieper [14.2k] // pjm x f.reader // vampire!au, established relationship // 🥵🌩️😂

📝 they said having a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didn’t know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. That’s at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a drought….

🗨️ FUCK 😭 This was so fucking good I don’t even know where to begin??? The story in itself was so extremely good, whaaat. And Jimin was so nice, and their love for each other, so fucking pure 💜 This was an emotional rollercoaster and I fucking loved everything about it 😭 and the smut, God, it was so good— I don’t know what to say 😭 And then at the ending, the angst, fuck, I was so afraid if it was going to end just like that, but I was so glad that they found each other again 😭 This is a new favorite of mine, so good, it was slightly sad at times, like angsty, but the love that the have for each other, FUCK. So so fucking incredible 😭 Don’t mind all the crying, it’s happy tears, I promise 💖💯 Also, it’s mostly told in Jimin’s POV, which I just freaking love and it makes the story so good!!!

⭐High on Love @peachypinkygloss [6.4k] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, racer!jimin // 🥵

📝 Jimin has once again won a race and he takes you out on a ride for the night, taking dangerous but very exciting risks. He should have expected that the rush of adrenaline in your body always turns you into a horny mess.

🗨️ I am just BLOWN AWAY by the fic– holy molly, was it dirty? Yes! Needy? Yes! Cute? Yes! Oh and the car racing, love, love, love! Like, everything in this. And the smut 🥵🥵🥵 I mean, it was so dirt and needy (yes I know I’m using the same words, lol), but FUCK. Incredible! Another ont to add to my faves ✨ And a big bonus for the phone messages, because that was fucking hot too!!! 🥵💯

⭐Bodyguard (there’s a pt 2) @yoonpobs [2.1k] // kth x f.reader // e2l, bodyguard!au // 🥵

📝 you protect taehyung from people but forget about the biggest threat. yourself.

🗨️ omg 🥵 This extremely good, so enticing and there was just all the build up sexual tension at the end— ugh! So good! 🥵 There wasn’t any smut in it, but damn it, it was still very lustful (I love those undertones). What’s not to love? It’s short, sweet and sensual ✨💯 There’s even a part two that I haven’t read yet!!!

⭐New Tricks @geniuslab [10.1k] // kth x f.reader // dog trainer!au, s2l // 🥵😂🥰

📝 when your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

🗨️ awww this was so fucking cute and fluff, I loved it som much 💖💯

⭐In my Head @sketchguk [8k] // kth x f.reader // college!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 taehyung’s friends love you ー adore you. they probably want to fuck you, but they’ll never admit to it. instead, they’ll push taehyung’s limits in the middle of a frat party, testing just how close they can get to you before he takes you to bed in a fit of jealousy. and maybe, just maybe, one of his friends can have a taste too (if he’s lucky).

🗨️ okay, okay. This was hella 🥵 Like WOAH, filthy, steamy and just dirty! I am so mad at Taehyung though! Like why can’t he be with OC? What is it that he can’t give her? But tbh, with the way that he’s acting, I feel like she should just get with one of his friends instead 😭 Like, it seems like Guk loves her so much, or Jimin, the little freak he was in this 🥵

⭐Gold Rush @ditttiii [4.4k] // kth x f.reader // s2l!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 kim taehyung is a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. all narrow eyes and long nose and devilish smirks, he is everyone’s dream. after months of sharing an elevator with the man who makes your heart race until you can scarcely breathe when the chance finally comes; are you willing to risk it all for his touch?

🗨️ OMG— I finally got to read this, and FUCK. SHIT. It is INSANELY beautiful (and sad too 🥹). But goddamn it, the love OC has for Taehyung, oh my. And the bittersweet feelings are what makes this hauntingly beautiful 💖 Again, I have a hard time coming up with words, words for how beautiful this masterpiece truly is 😭 Just— perfection 💯 Also, because it was so bittersweet, I really love the open ending, like getting to imagine whatever you like for this couple 😭💜

⭐To Give a Helping Hand (part 2) @oddinary4bts [3.1k] // jjk x f.reader // idol!au // 🥵

📝 when Jungkook finally approaches you at the gym, he realizes you’ve been wanting him just as badly as he’s been wanting you.

🗨️ In case you haven’t read part two, here’s your psa to do so right now. It’s just incredible (as everything that Ella writes, tbh ✨). OC is really being a brat in this one and JK is down baaaaaad 🥵

⭐Desire [ongoing series] pt1 + pt2 @jeonsbabygirlsworld [3k] // jjk x f.reader + myg x f.reader (ft. eunwoo) // slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 life was easy until you meet the eye candy of your life and the adventure with him is a hell of ride, but there is certain someone who seems to get hurt in this.

🗨️ It’s a very interesting story, it’s very complex and I can’t wait to read more!

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🗨️ I’ve read the first two parts and they are AMAZING! The story is so interesting and I already know that there’s so much more to Jungkook and OC in this one. So exciting to read more!! ❤️‍🔥

⭐Liquor Lips @letjungcoook7 [1.5k] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 author didn’t write a summary.

🗨️ it was incredible good, like I want to read more (it’s not a series though!). It’s the perfect dirty little one-shot/drabble ❤️‍🔥

This month was really tough for me, mentally… I struggled with my own mental health and it got really bad. I was writing my major series (18 chapters god what was I thinking 😂) at the same time (still am lol), and I struggled with reading as I used to, so the list isn’t as long as normally, maybe, I did try to read a lot by the end of the month to make up for it. But yeah 🫶 Hopefully I have more time next month, because I expect to finish my series there, and then I’ll take a small break from writing and just read, because I really miss it 🥹

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan).

Love you and Borahae 💜

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luv-gukkie · 10 months

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cherry | 𖦊 : seven

pairing: yandere! park jimin x f. reader, yandere! jung hoseok x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.3k

tags/warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap it up guys), a small peek at hoseok liking praises, creampie, squirting, basically stalking/ spying, soft sex?, size difference, jimin cares for reader (too much…), living room sex, hoseok umm…knows stuff~

notes: sorry it took a bit too long :’(

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7 @darkuni63 @princess-sunshyn @redeyezbloodymouth @bxcndd @iloverubberduckiez-blog

༻❤︎︎ ★ ★ ❤︎︎༺

"seo-jun, nice to see you again." jimin smiles at him, leaning forward in the chair. all seo-jun does is nod at his words before looking around the cafe, a questioning look on his face. "it's to blend in; it's loud enough to cover our conversation and too many people for somebody to notice us." seo-jun gives jimin a thumbs up before opening the menu, eyes widening at the prices for food and drinks. "eat whatever you want, i'll pay." he grins at the quiet man. after jimin orders what they both want to the waiter, he finally starts to talk about you. "so, tell me how is (y/n)? is she all right? has she been," he pauses at the thought of realizing he'll find out the truth, "um, seeing anyone?" seo-jun quickly takes out an ipad from his bag, opening up that file before handing the ipad to an impatient jimin. who looks anxious and sick at the thought of seeing pictures of you with someone else. it makes him wanna throw up but at the same time, he understands that if he wants to keep you to himself, he'll have to do whatever it takes. everything is normal; no sign of you with someone else or anything. you're just living your daily routine. jimin smiles at the pictures where he can see your face clearly, especially the one where you're smiling. seo-jun eyes him in curiosity, questions bundling in his head but he won't ask. jimin was never the type to do this. and he's known jimin for quite some time. so who are you, (y/n)? he wonders. noting the fact that jimin said they were fiancés, yet their situation seemed a bit too different for it to be like that. seo-jun watches the smile falter at one picture, "his name is nolan; he's in one of the same classes as her, he's 19, lives with a roommate in an apartment on-" jimin cuts him off, "yeah, i know him. i don't think i have to wo-", then a sudden memory comes flashing to him. how nolan stared at you all throughout the amusement park. "follow him." he says with a sweet smile that doesn't match with his eyes as the waiter places down their food.

"oh hobi, it my best friend's toothbrush. she stays over sometimes. we have the best sleepovers!" you cheer. hoseok face changes in a quick second,"aww, really? that's nice. so i'm taking she likes the color blue." you nod at his words, eyes switching back to the board game and pretending to think on how to gain another victory. "her name's olivia, right?" you feel your heart stop at the mention of her name coming out of hoseok's mouth. how does he know her? you've never mentioned her at all to hoseok. your body doesn't turn to face him, small sound of agreement to his question. "yeah, did i ever tell you about her?" you ask with a sweet tone that doesn't make hoseok suspect a single thing. "yeah, a while back though." he responds, lying to you. where does he know her from? you don't notice how hoseok walks right behind you, too deep in thought that it scares you when he kisses your ear. "how about we both take the victory for tonight?"

his question goes unanswered when he kisses you and lifts you up. your legs wrap around his waist as he takes you to the couch in your living room. your mind is still on the realization that you've never told hoseok about any of your personal things, not your friends or family. so how does he know olivia? your mind finally snaps when your underwear is being tugged off you, his hands caressing your legs as they slide off. "gosh, you're so pretty." his brown eyes stare down at you with that beautiful smile that, somehow, always makes your heart flutter. he kisses you on your forehead and then lips gently, before spreading your legs apart. hoseok grunts as he views your cunt, all wet for him. hoseok kisses your clit softly, before, without warning, furiously sucking on it. you moan at the feeling. your eyes roll to the back of your head after his tongue dips into your pussy. your hand finds its way to his hair, gripping his hair into a tight fist. hoseok continues to fuck your hole with his tongue, impatient to have your sweet essence down his throat. it has your back arching when he suddenly goes at a quicker pace.

"hobi!" you moan out as you cum on his tongue. he slurps every drop, ignoring your tugs of his hair when you try to push him because of how sensitive you are. his chin is dripping wet, but all he does is kiss you while his hands push his boxers and pants down. his tongue fighting dominance with your own, until he finally wins. hoseok makes sure you feel his cock at your entrance. he rubs it along with your slit and teases your hole with his tip. he snickers when you whine at him, "please hobi!" but he doesn't listen. you've finally had enough for of his little teases. you push your hips downwards and your hand grabs his cock before lining it up with your entrance and forcing it in. the both of you moan in pleasure, "such a feisty girl." he chuckles at your movements. his hips start moving and hitting your own with a hard pace, you're for sure that you'll bruise. it's something that can't happen, not when you might see seokjin or taehyung or any of the men. "ow, hobi!" you cry out a painful moan that convinces him enough to slow down. "shit, i'm sorry." hoseok pecks your forehead, then lips before going to suck your collarbone. you immediately pull him up to kiss his lips. taking one of his hands to touch your clit while his cock pushes past your folds over and over. "fuck, you're so tight." he groans once your lips finally let him go. your saliva covers his lips, and vice versa. you're so close to releasing, hand squeezing hoseok's shoulder while the other scratches his back, leaving a trail of pink.

you're cumming when hoseok hits your g-spot repeatedly. you have such a tight grip on him, he can't stop the moans that leave his lips in a hurry. the cum on his dick only makes it easier for him to move in and out of your cunt. you whisper words of encouragement to him, sweet words of nothing, moaning right next to his ear. you suck on his neck and collarbone, leaving small spots of red surrounded by your lipstick. "gosh hobi," you pant and sob at overstimulation before continuing, "you look so handsome like this, covered with my lipstick; my marks." his eyes roll back at your dirty comment that makes his face heat. hoseok's cum floods your walls, twitching inside of you as he thrusts through his high. he connects both of your hands, not slipping out of you, before bringing you into a hug. "see, it's a win-win." he laughs when you smack his shoulder. "what are you doing over the weekend?" hoseok asks. "i'm going to visit my family. i miss them, more than usual." he coos at your statement, "aww, that's adorable. but i was, uh, kinda hoping i could take you out?" he suggests, but then shakes his head, "maybe sunday?" your mind goes back to namjoon; you were meeting him on saturday and going to visit them on sunday. "i'm gonna be with them the whole weekend, hobi! sorry." he nods at you, "it's all right."

you fall asleep no later in his arms. when it's all quiet and he's sure you're asleep, "i know you're lying to me; olivia's been staying with her family since monday, a place five hours from here. so who's been here, huh, my (y/n)?"

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kiestrokes · 8 months

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Keeping the Cadence | NSFW

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x GN!Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI.Word Count: 999 (cutting it close) Genre: porn without plot, military au, smut, drabble. Warnings: military setting, abrupt ending, inspired by this Hobi.

Sexually Explicit Content: penis in whatever hole you desire, use of gender-neutral terms for the receiver of Hobi's penis, subtle nipple play and hair pulling, Hoseok has a big dick (obvi), rough sex, quickie, slight pain kink displayed, mutual orgasms, latex condoms used.

Summary: Drill Assistant Jung Hoseok just can't help keeping the rhythm, even while fucking you.

🗝️ Note: I blame @xjoonchildx 🫥 I wrote this in under an hour, has not been beta read! Don't expect too much, it's been awhile and I'm still rusty.

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

The heavy metal door groans shut behind you, effectively sealing you in the dimness of the basement storage room.

“Hurry we only have ten minutes before we have to be back to post” Hobi instructs from behind you. The click of his belt and zipper filled the void of your silence while you worked on sending your pants and panties to a crumpled puddle around your ankles.

“Condom?” You looked over your shoulder just as Hoseok ripped one open with his teeth giving a nod of his eyebrows. You braced yourself over the metal laundry table that was typically used for folding towels, ready for Hoseok.

Not ready enough, you feel his body heat against your back and are jolted when he kicks the inside of your boots with his, effectively spreading your legs as far as the personal shackles of your pants will allow.

“Spit” Hoseok commands, one slender-fingered hand cupping over your mouth as his other hand bends you forward. Following his other demand, Hobi rubs your saliva over your clenched hole exposing it to the cool air of the cellar.

“Ahhh,” you moan as his fingertips toy with the sensitive rim before roughly shoving two fingers inside “Fuck!” Your spine straightens, half from arousal and the other half in delectable pain at the sudden stretch.

“Sorry we don’t have time to stretch you out slowly, I’m kind of-”

“Big.” You finish for him, turning your cheek to graze his nose and fluttering your lashes at his shocked face.

“So, you’ve been looking” He laughs shortly, not the full musical laugh you’ve become accustomed to, this one is laced with carnality. Hoseok’s own eyes lid as he presses himself into you, replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock. His lips part as he slowly works his way into you, with small but firm thrusts.

“Hobi” You moan as he makes it halfway into you.

His hand tucks under your shirt, fingers splaying across your abdomen as he bows over your shoulder for a kiss. Grunting your name into your mouth, as you fervently nibble away at his heart-shaped lips. He stills only once, a lengthy groan rumbling from his chest as he bottoms out. You let out a sharp cry when you feel his hips roll up, his pelvis essentially cupping your ass, rubbing his fat head against the deepest and most sensitive part inside you.

“Shit Hobi,” your body shudders in response but the moment is over as quickly as it came.

Hoseok’s hands glide to fist your waist, drilling your hip bones into the metal of the table as he works himself in and out of your walls. His huffs and grunts and curse words are panted into the collar of your shirt from where he’s pressed across your back.

“Hobi” You whine as he keeps up the insistent pace, drilling in to press into that glorious spot, followed by a thick drag out. You realize he’s fucking you in cadence, and you don’t know why you’re surprised, he is the assistant drill instructor. “Are you fucking me to the marching beat?”

Hoseok’s wild eyes meet yours and he stutters a laugh, “Sorry guess I am, it’s working, isn’t it?” You moan in unison as your insides clench, threatening to suck Hoseok’s massive dick back inside.

“Harder” You gasp as his thrusts sharpen, causing your hands to skate across the smooth surface of the table. Causing Hoseok to fall into you, his hands grasping at the edge to brace himself beside your hips.

You cry out as his wide base stretches your entrance more, Hoseok sucks air between his teeth as you spasm around his cock. He picks up his rhythm again, angling himself under your ass and thrusting up. Each roll in bruising your hips against the table, you recline back on his chest as he grinds you between the metal and his brutal cock.

“How does it feel? Are you close?” Hoseok’s ear caresses your cheek, his voice a paradox of sunshine compared to the hellish way he is fucking you. You look up to find his brown gaze less hawkeyed than earlier, softened just for you.

“So good Hoseok, I’m close” You stutter out the last part, feeling his hand under your shirt, gliding across your sternum in search of a nipple that he finds and pinches. Causing you to bow forward and Hoseok lays you flat on the cool table, his other hand on the nape of your neck fingers tugging at the hair there as he snaps his hips into your ass.

“God, you take me so well,” Hoseok lets out a guttural moan as your body tightens under him.

You recite his name in chant as your hands claw against the slick surface. Your undoing is when Hoseok thrusts deep, swirling his hips into the one particular spot as his fingers pinch the nipple he’s still holding onto, and the other tugs are the roots of your hair. You orgasm hard, release spilling down your legs.

Hoseok gasps out a throaty version of your name as his cock glides you through your climax, your walls squeezing his length so tight you have no idea how he manages to make his way back inside until you feel it. His thighs stiffened against yours, and his release spilled into the latex of the condom. Hoseok’s hands are ripped from your body, and he slams them into the table, pressing himself as deeply inside of you as he can get.

The room is filled with shuddering breaths as the two of you slowly descend back into your bodies. Hoseok withdraws, groaning as you clench at his retreat.

“Two minutes,” You heave yourself upright after glancing at your watch and begin to shakily redress. While Hoseok trashes the condom and mirrors your movements, in an unfazed fashion.

His sharp eyes are back as his gaze washes over your appearance, giving it a quick nod of approval, he slips out the door.

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persphonesorchid · 1 year

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Constellations Of You - JHS

Summary: A new chapter of Him and You begins. He’s waited a long time for this, for the mornings where he could wake next to you in a house you’d both made a home of.

Genre: Est. Relationship, Fluff, smut (minors begone)

WC: 3.3k

Warnings: Soft Dom Hoseok, he's a little bit mean. Unprotected sex, lots of pet names, uh Hobi puts his thumb in Mc's mouth at one point, hand on throat but not actually choking. Hoseok is soft as hell for MC and I'm gonna marry him or some shit.

Notes: Happy birthday to my man Hobi. Genuinely hope he's having a great day. Also I wrapped this fic up at like 2am this morning so if you see any mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me!

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It’s cold, and somewhere on the cusp of sleep and wakefulness, Hoseok shifts closer to you out of habit. The arm he throws over you meets the chill of the air too soon, and he lifts his head away from where it’s tucked against your neck. Sleepily, he squints against the light of the rising sun, it’s not quite there, but it’s peaking through the crack in the curtains and annoyingly, right in his eyes.

Shifting a bit more, Hoseok realizes that it’s cold where his hand is because you’ve kicked the sheets away from you at some point. Though he could see the furrow of your brows and the telling curl of your spine against his front, where you’d drawn your knees up and close to your chest.

Sighing, Hoseok sits up, yawning as he tries to pull the covers from where it’s tangled at his legs and somewhere – somehow – under you. Successful, he fixes the covers over you and sinks back into the warmth of it when you relax.

You murmur something that sounds like his name, rolling over and tucking yourself against him. Your feet are cold against his shins, but Hoseok doesn’t mind too much despite the quiet swear he lets out.

He’s awake enough now, to stare at the bare wall on the other side of the room. There’s two rolls of wallpaper leaning in a corner because you’d decided against painting, boxes stacked on top of each other because you’d both done everything but unpack them yesterday.

There’s still a lot to do, but Hoseok would like to wait until the sky is blue and he’s not as tired.

“What time is it?” you ask, lips brushing against his collarbone. He slips his hand under the oversized jersey you wore, pressing his fingers into the warmth of your skin.

“Too early,” Hoseok sighs, “go back to sleep.” He hikes his leg over your hip as you get comfortable. Just as he settles, eyes drifting closed again, you call his name and he answers with a hum that rumbles in his chest.

“When does the furniture get here?” Your voice is quiet, and Hoseok knows you’re already on your way back to sleep. He is too, and his answer is equally quiet.

“’Round eight...”

When Hoseok wakes again, you’re gone and he’s hugging the covers. There’s a clang from somewhere down the hall and a soft swear that follows. Rubbing at his eyes, Hoseok sits up, scooting to the edge of the bed to swing his legs over the side.

He walks out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen where you stand facing away from him. There’s a soft popping of eggs in the frying pan, bacon set aside on a napkin covered plate and the electric kettle is whistling. He knows better than to sneak up on you while you’re over the stovetop, so he waits until you’ve set the spatula aside.

Walking over, he wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder to peer into the frying pan. You startle still, giggling, you lightly pat his arm, “You scared me.”

Hoseok places a gentle kiss on your neck in apology, “Thought you heard me.”

“S’okay,”

Hoseok sways you gently in place, forehead against the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. He’s content to just stand there, and if time freezes around him, he wouldn’t notice nor would it matter. In this moment where it’s just you and him and nothing can separate you both.

He’s waited a long time for this, for the mornings where he could wake next to you in a house you’d both made a home of. Even though, right now, it’s barely anything, a house full of your presence but lacking in memories. Something that will build in time. The space in which you’d share your highs and lows, when days would blend together on repeat and he’d lose track of them.

Hoseok could spend forever here, wrapped tightly in the little bubble of comfort. Where the scent of your coconut shampoo invades his senses and the warmth of you is a welcome sensation. He inhales softly, nose against your hair and presses a kiss where his lips could reach.

“I can’t do anything if you’re glued to me, Jay.” You chuckle, wiggling against him like a worm caught, but you don’t push him away. You turn the heat of the stove off with a quick movement of your fingers. You shift to the left and he moves with you, unwilling to separate by even a few inches. “Hoseok.”

Hoseok ignores the whine of his name, “Just pretend I’m not here.” He tightens his hold, only releasing when you whine louder.

Chuckling, he shuffles over to the kettle that’s long turned off, steam rising out of the pointed lip. The mugs you’d used last night were the only two in the cupboard overhead, and a half empty packet of instant coffee tucked into the corner. “Coffee or tea, babe?”

You look over at him, from where you’ve started cutting into an avocado. “Is the tea in the cupboard?”

Hoseok shakes his head, eyes darting to the boxes tucked in the far corner near the fridge behind you. “It's in there somewhere, I think.”

The face you make has him chuckling; he doesn’t want to go digging through the boxes anyway. He takes the mugs down, letting the dark grains of coffee roll on into them in even share. He pours less water in your mug, knowing that you’d put milk because there’s no creamer. Carefully, he takes the mugs over to the table and sets them down, the table that has two more chairs than needed but would be filled someday – one day.

You smile as you set the plates down, fingers reaching to dance at the back of his neck. Hoseok watches as you pour milk into your mug before you stick it into the microwave to bring back the heat it’s lost.

“What do we have to do today...besides unpacking everything?” Hoseok asks once you’ve settled opposite him, picking at the crust of his buttered toast.

You hum, “Grocery, and we have to replace the plates that broke yesterday. And the furniture’s supposed to be here soon.”

Nodding, you’d both spend the next ten minutes not doing much talking, mouths being busy otherwise. When finished, Hoseok does the clean up while you shower, and busies himself with unpacking the dishes. By the time you’re out, the mover’s truck is parked outside and for the next hour and a half, you and Hoseok decide how and where everything would go.

Distracted, for moments where you’d talk from different sides of the room, or doing silly dances to the hip-hop tracks coming from the stereo. And Hoseok, was more specifically distracted by you struggling to drag a large bag of drapes into the room from the hallway. You laugh as you stumble, deciding to stop and push instead of pull, the soft light from the sun coming in through the windows glows against the backdrop of your form.

“What color should we go with?” You ask, hands on your hips as you stare down into the open bag.

Long before, a good four or so years ago, Hoseok never had to worry about the ‘we’. He didn’t have to measure his actions to suit the cause and effect of another person, free to be who he was in all his lonesome. When he’d work and return to his apartment that was solely his. His own space in which he was content, where he’d cook only for himself, or didn’t have to worry when he left the toilet seat up in his half awake state.

When the framed pictures on his walls were of him and his friends, treasured moments that belonged only to them. Then, you came and that had to change, I became Us – a unit that took time to build upon and get used to. Suddenly, he wasn’t cooking for himself anymore, and he would put the toilet seat back down no matter how sleepy he was. The framed pictures on the walls never changed, only new ones were added, treasured memories that belonged only to you and him.

It wasn’t all easy, no relationship ever is. There were ups and downs, arguments where you’d both said things you hadn’t meant when anger and frustration persisted. Moments when it was better to just give each other space to cool off, and all would be forgiven after a long talk.

And there were moments where Hoseok felt like he was floating somewhere above the clouds. So high up, tethered to earth by a string that wound itself around your wrist. Sometimes he worried, in late nights after a particularly bad fight and too much whisky, that you’d cut him loose one day and he’d come crashing down like a comet. You never did, though, you’d only hold tighter to the string that kept you both.

Hoseok walks over to you, you’re digging through the bag, pulling out different shades of lighter curtains to get to the drapes at the bottom. He lays his palm against your lower back, fingers dipping under the edge of the sweater you’ve taken out of his side of the closet. You hum in question, straightening against him. “Can I help you, sir?”

“Maybe.” Hoseok smiles, letting his hand roam around to the soft expanse of your tummy and leaves it there. “I don’t need anything, just love you.”

“I love you, too?” Your brows furrow and you chuckle out your confusion. In all his dramatics and flare, Hoseok pulls away from you, a hand pressed against his chest as though wounded.

“A question?” he gasps, “Doth the fair maiden not share the same sentiments?”

“Oh, God. Never say that again.” You turn to face him, a laugh on your exhale, but you go along with it anyway; never one to deny him. “A rash assumption, Sir Jung.”

On your toes you tip, and Hoseok meets you halfway when he leans for your sake, expecting the kiss that you brush so lightly against his lips with a sweet hum. “I love you too, silly.”

Hoseok is reaching for you, but you slip away too quickly, free from the grasps of his hands you nudge the bag at your feet. “Now if you would be so kind. Help me pick a color.”

“Should we get this?”

You’re a little ways away from Hoseok, where he’s manning the shopping cart filled with groceries. You’re standing near the freezers, a box of ice-cream pops in your hand. You’re not looking at him though, instead, pondering the different flavors in your sight.

Hoseok wheels the cart and sets it to the side and out of anyone’s way. You’ve long run through the list of essentials, now, Hoseok’s only trailing behind you as you ask his opinion on random things you wanted. “If you want, yeah.”

He looks at the flavors too, and picks up a box that marketed a pistachio flavor. You glance at it and make a face, “It's not that bad,” he chuckles, taking your plain chocolate and placing them both in the cart.

By the time you’re out of the grocery and on the drive back home, it’s almost four pm. Most of the morning and early afternoon was spent organizing the house, and a late lunch left you both behind on getting everything done.

With the indicator ticking rhythmically, Hoseok turns onto the neighborhood street. You lean forward in your seat, squinting, “Is that Seokjin’s car?”

It was, and once Hoseok parked in the driveway, he’d found his friends sitting on the sidewalk. Hugs and congratulatory greetings were shared, Jungkook is holding a stack of pizza boxes, a couple more than Hoseok thinks they’d be able to run through. Seokjin’s complaining about the crick in his neck that he acquired and blames on the length of time he’d spent driving over.

Namjoon and Yoongi are standing a little ways off to the side of the group, both laughing at the fact that they’ve brought the same bottle of whisky. Jimin’s clinging to Hoseok’s frame, saying that he missed him too much even though he’d seen him the day before in the city. Taehyung’s trying to get everyone to quiet down, camera in hand and wanting to take a photo.

So you all stand there once Taehyung has the camera on the tripod and they all surround you both, with smiles and peace signs. A photo that would be framed to put somewhere in the living room. And you all clamber inside, out of the cold before Yoongi could start to complain about it. A housewarming get together that was entirely unplanned, but not unwelcome.

When the sun pulled the moon into the sky, and the pizza boxes were surprisingly empty, the boys said their goodbyes at the door. Wandering off to Seokjin and Yoongi’s cars with promises of visiting as often as their time allows.

You and Hoseok called an early night, after you’d both washed the day away. He’d left you to settle into bed while he locked the doors and windows. Eyes wandering around the space that was previously open, now comforting, and with a memory that’s on its way to sinking into the walls.

Hoseok makes his way up the stairs, after making sure he’d left the kitchen light on because you wouldn’t be comfortable if all the lights are out. He finds you, just as you place your phone down on the nightstand. Shutting the door behind him, he quickly crawls under the covers and into your space.

He draws you closer to him with an arm around your waist, kisses your shoulder where your tee shirt’s tugged down to reveal your warm skin. You shift in his hold, turning to face him and Hoseok peppers small, fluttering kisses all over your face.

Nudging your chin with his fingers, Hoseok tilts your head back enough to slot his lips against yours. The kiss is languid and patient, much like his love for you, his fingers drifting softly against your jaw and into your hair.

It wasn’t long before Hoseok’s sucking on your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth to slide against yours. His hand trails away from your hair, down and back under your tee shirt where he gently grips your hip. He brings his knee up between your thighs and he swallows the sound you make when it pressed flush against your core.

He directs the motion of your hips against his thigh, and the whimper you let out when he pulls his mouth away from yours runs like electricity on a wire straight to his cock.

The hand that’s trapped under the weight of your head twists towards you, lacing into your hair so that Hoseok could press his lips against your neck. He nips at your skin with blunt teeth, there’s a desperation in the way you try to rock your hips faster than he’s letting you and the way softly whine his name.

“Hobi.” He feels your hand curl into the material of his tee and the way you tug. He hums, too busy sucking a bruise below your jaw to properly answer.

“Want you.”

Hoseok pulls away from your neck, his eyes adjusted enough to the darkness of the room to make out the outline of your features. He needs no light to guess how you look right now: pupils swallowing the expanse of your irises, flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

Tilting his head, he halts your movement with a firm grip. Allowing you your moment to protest against it, there’s a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth and dark need swirling in his chest.

“Yeah?” Hoseok coos softly – mockingly – tongue flicking out to wet his lips. He feels your nod more than he sees, and he chuckles, “Ask nicely, little girl.”

“Please, please.” You chant, begging so, so sweet for him, and Hoseok catches your hand that snuck under his tee shirt. Softly, he clicks his tongue against his teeth, and pulls away.

He shifts, raising to throw the now too warm covers off. He settles you how he wants, on your back with his knees on either side of your hips. He keeps your wrists in his hand, above your head, while his other hand teases at the band of your panties. He kisses you softly, pressing his lips against yours and not doing much else, shifting to get himself between your thighs.

“So desperate for me, hm?” Angling his hips just right, he lets his arm hold his weight and presses the firmness of his cock against your covered cunt. At your moan, Hoseok draws his bottom lip between his teeth. He could barely stand it himself, his boxers felt too tight against him, he could feel just how worked up you are. There’s a dampness that’s all you, easing the grind of his cock against you. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Touch me, please.” You request breathlessly, hips raising to meet his.

“I am touching you, doll.” Hoseok squeezes your wrist gently in his hold to remind you, and he could only chuckle at your frustrated exhale, “You know how this works. Tell me exactly or I won’t know what you want.”

He stills his hips and waits – ever patient – until you catch your breath.

“Want your hands, cock – anything, please.”

Leaning down, Hoseok presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, before he draws back again, letting go of your hands. Running his hands along your sides, he tugs lightly at the hem of your tee, “Off.”

You raise slightly, hastily pulling the shirt up and over your head. Hoseok does the same, quickly clambering off the bed to get out of his clothes and getting back in just as quickly.

He puts himself right back between your legs, a hand fumbling blindly to press against your clit. His fingers slide against you easily, sinking into the warmth of you, his other hand squeezes at the base of his cock to mirror the tightness he feels. He’d barely gotten a few thrusts in when you’d turn restless, the way your hips rose to meet the motion of his hand gave way to your frustration.

“Hobi...”

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok chuckles as your impatience is his own, too. He tugs you to him with his arms around your thighs, using a hand to rub the sensitive head of his cock against your sodden folds. A groan leaves him as he sinks his cock into you, keeping a steady pace of shallow thrusts until he bottoms out.

“Fuck, baby.” Hoseok squeezes his eyes shut, leaning forward over you, caging you in with his hands beside you head, “Always so good for me.”

The kiss you share then is teeth and tongue as Hoseok finds his rhythm, the sound of his hips meeting yours is loud in the stillness of the room. He groans into your neck where he licks and sucks at your salty skin.

Hoseok almost blows his load when your pussy clenches around him. He knows he’s hitting the right spot when you shudder, thighs tightening as you try to pull him as closely as you could. “Gonna cum?”

“Y-yeah.” Your words broken, pitched high with your need, eyes rolling back as Hoseok began to drag out his movements.

“Yeah? Then beg for it little girl.” His hand shifts, resting against your jaw gently, “Beg me to let you cum.”

His thumb slips into your mouth and you suck on it like you would his cock, tongue swirling around the digit. Hoseok groans low in his throat, cock twitching inside your cunt. Eyes trained on your mouth, he presses down on your tongue to pry your lips apart. “Come on, sweetheart.”

His fingers squeezing into the plump flesh of your thigh, hips rolling against yours, “Beg.”

“Please, please let me cum, Hobi.”

“Good girl.” Hoseok hips snap, wild and chasing his own release. Nimble fingers with jagged movements against your clit, your moans raise in pitch and it had Hoseok’s hips stuttering.

“Fuck baby, c’mon.” Hoseok’s eyes roll back, he rests his forehead against yours, “Cum for me, pl-please, baby.”

He kisses you, when you gasp his name and shudder - all tongue and teeth and a sloppy mess, pace slowing to measured thrusts, and then he was coming. His hips stutter as he mutters a string of curses that blends into your name. There’s stars behind his eyelids and he can’t hear past the rushing of the blood in his ears.

Your fingers are running through his hair when Hoseok finally feels like he’s not melting into a boneless puddle against you. He presses kisses to your skin, wherever he could reach, with a lazy smile.

“Hobi,” You grunt, though there’s humor in your tone as you pat his side, “Please get off me I can’t breathe.”

Hoseok sighs, long and drawn out, “But I like it here.”

“I will bite you.” It’s a threat, and a promise, and Hoseok takes it seriously. Carefully, he raises up and off you, sitting near the foot of the bed.

He rubs at your calf with a light touch, “Wanna change the sheets now or after a quick rinse?”

“After,” you mutter, “I don’t even think I can move right now.”

Chuckling, Hoseok helps you sit up, crowding your space once more to place a kiss against your nose.

When all is said and done, you’re both laying in bed again, on fresh, cool sheets. Hoseok has his arm around you, and you’re both sleepy enough to drift away in the comfort that you’d both created.

"I love you.”

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the-boy-meets-evil · 1 year

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summary: you're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two. rating: explicit, minors dni pairing: jhs x f!reader word count: 6.5k tags/warnings: explicit content, smut, pwp, slight dom!hoseok, unprotected sex, oral sex (m & f receiving), finger, hand job, drinking, swearing, idk what else to say, this is really just porn a/n: i originally posted this on ao3 with a female character, then converted to reader to post here, hopefully i got everything. this also was originally a one-shot but i may continue it because why not?

With a stare into your nearly empty glass, you swirled the amber liquid around once and sighed heavily. This was the last place you wanted to be, a place that reminded you of exactly what you were trying to forget. But, you knew that he would not be here today and that made it safe. It was always better to drink in a bar than at home alone, right? Even if you were technically alone at the bar, there were still other people there. At least, that was how you had justified it to yourself.

Why had you let yourself get this invested in someone who was so far from being worth your time? It was the same pattern that you fell into, over and over again. Always picking the guys that were most likely to hurt you. Always picking the guys with eyes that were likely to wander. Always picking the guys that didn’t want their attention to be held by one person. Why couldn’t you ever hold their attention? Was something wrong with you?

You threw the rest of the drink back in one gulp and caught the bartender’s attention to ask for another. Whoever said you couldn’t find the answers you were looking for in the bottom of a drink had clearly been wrong. At least you were drowning out the stabbing pain. Although that ignored the pain you would certainly be in tomorrow if you carried on this way.

“Imagine finding you here in the afternoon, today of all days,” a cool, calm voice said from next to you.

There was no need to turn your gaze sideways to see the man that the voice belonged to. It was a voice you recognized even in your sleep. But, you turned to give him a look anyway, unsurprised to find him in a pair of tight ripped jeans and loose fitting shirt. Somehow he always seemed to pick the shirts that hid his well defined frame. His eyes sparkled as he took you in, but his smile was genuine.

“Hello Hoseok,” you said, almost exasperated.

“Why hello,” he answered as the bartender walked over. It was very quiet in the bar given that it was only later afternoon still. “I’ll just take the same as she’s having.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I could ask the same of you, isn’t there a big party tonight?” Hoseok responded and you rolled your eyes.

“Same Hoseok, answering questions with questions,” you sighed. “I assumed you’d be headed to the party as well.”

“I don’t much feel like celebrating him,” Hoseok commented and you actually fully turned on your stool to face him. “Sorry, I know you like him and all, but I’m not going to your boyfriend’s party.”

You turned away from Hoseok and took a big sip, bigger than you were intending to take. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

That seemed to bring Hoseok up short, which was unusual. You had been friends for years and he had never exactly kept his opinions on your boyfriends to himself. This was different, though. He could see it on your face. This one was hitting you hard enough to have you throwing drinks back, in the middle of the day, without much care for anything else.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, actually sounding like he meant it.

“You don’t have to pretend,” you said, despite the fact that he sounded sincere. “I know you fucking hated him.”

“Well he couldn’t seem to stop his eyes from wandering,” Hoseok said simply.

“Or his hands, or his mouth, or his dick, apparently,” you said and threw back the rest of your drink without even wincing.

“I was afraid of that,” Hoseok said quietly.

“Do you know what he said when I found out?” You asked, turning to face Hoseok again. He noted that your eyes were glassy.

“I’m sure it was something pretty awful, knowing him,” Hoseok mused.

“He said,” you continued, with a surprising lack of emotion, “if I had been better at blowjobs, maybe he wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere.”

Hoseok choked on his drink at the bluntness and honesty of the statement. Now he knew that you were definitely buzzed. You weren't drunk, he could always tell when you were drunk, but you were very clearly buzzed and your inhibitions were lowered. You never said things like that sober. In fact, he remembered poking fun at the fact that you had basically been best friends for the better part of a decade and you still blushed talking about your sex life with him.

You met Hoseok’s eyes and were mortified a second later, immediately turning your head away. Why had you just told him that? Yes, he had dragged information about your sex life out of you before, but this was different.

“Pretend I didn’t say that,” you said immediately and put your head in your hands.

“Maybe,” Hoseok began as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and forced you to look back up at him, “you just never had anyone teach you how to do it right.” His tone had gone lower as he finished the sentence and turned the tables. It was your turn to nearly spit out your drink.

“Excuse me?” You asked, blush crept up your cheeks.

Hoseok was unashamed as you looked at him. His smirk had returned and he simply shrugged as he took another sip of his drink. “You heard me.”

“And what? Are you offering to teach me?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to your drink.

“Everyone should know how to do it properly,” Hoseok said and smiled when your head whipped back to look at him.

“You’re crazy.”

“And you’re considering it,” Hoseok added, a slight smugness crossed his face.

You were embarrassed and it showed in the redness of your cheeks. Instead, you dropped your head a bit, letting your hair fall to create a curtain between yourself and your friend. It gave you a chance to think as well. You had heard the stories from other friends that had slept with Hoseok, even when you hadn’t wanted to. You saw the way girls just fell to his feet. Were you crazy for considering it? Was it just the scotch?

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The butterflies in your belly had been a constant companion all day as you tried to focus on anything other than that evening. Try as you might, you were having a lot of trouble keeping your mind from wandering to Hoseok. Throughout the day, there had been at least 10 times you had your phone out to text him and call it off. Every time, you ended up deleting the text and putting your phone aside, face down, hoping that would help you not think of your agreement.

When you got home, you looked around, worried about if you should have done something different, maybe candles or... something . Then, you would remind yourself that he had been in your apartment thousands of times before. This was not supposed to be some big deal. Nothing romantic. It was just one friend helping out another.

Right on time, as always, Hoseok had knocked on your door, seeming casual as ever, and strolled in behind you. If you seemed nervous to him, he was nice enough not to comment on it. You knew you must have seemed nervous because he was unusually calm, like he was letting you adjust and move at your own pace.

Time seemed to move at odd clips. At Hoseok’s suggestion, you had gone into the bathroom to get comfortable while he waited for you in the bedroom. It was a little bit overwhelming, the thought that you were crossing this line in your own bed. Would it change things? Would it be weird to have him over now? You shook your head and splashed a bit of cold water on your face before looking up to the mirror. Objectively speaking, you knew that you looked good, knew there was no reason to be nervous about any of this. And that was as good as it was going to get. You had meant to put a robe over your bra and panty set, but what was the point?

With one last breath to prepare yourself, you opened the door and saw Hoseok sitting shirtless on the bed, looking as casual as ever, like this wasn’t a big deal at all. That’s because it’s not a big deal , you reminded yourself. You allowed yourself a moment to appreciate that he was in incredible shape, despite how often he wore oversized shirts. His eyes met yours and he smiled. That was enough to propel you forward to him.

Part of you was completely unsure why you had agreed to do this. When you had several drinks in you, it seemed like the most wonderful idea that either of you had ever had. Hoseok was popular with women, and with men sometimes, if you were being honest. He knew what he was doing. He could clearly give you good advice. Now that you were sober, it seemed like a terrible idea. Why hadn’t you just done it when you had still been buzzed? That way you would not second guess going through with it. Damn Hoseok for not letting that happen and insisting you be sober. Damn him for making you wait like this. The worst of it was that you were still going through with it. Actually, the worst part was the tingle you felt at the thought of going through with it.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Hoseok said, seeming to read the apprehension on your face.

“No, I have to know if I’m really that bad, if it’s my fault he cheated,” you said quietly and Hoseok tilted your chin up to look at him.

“It is not your fault he cheated. He’s just a piece of shit,” Hoseok said, just as quietly, but firm.

“Right,” you said. “So, how do we...do this?”

“Just follow my lead.”

Suddenly, he was all business, none of the smirk or the silliness present. He placed a hand behind your neck and pulled your face to his. Before you could even form a thought, his mouth covered yours in an insistent kiss that caused you to lose your breath. You tried to move your own hand up to his face and he pinned it down with his free hand. He was really going to be in charge of this.

“Kneel down on the floor,” Hoseok said in a firm tone that caused you to look up at him sharply.

There was no question as to whether or not you would do what you were told. Immediately, you rose from the bed and went to kneel at the edge and moved your hand as if to brush your hair out of your face. Hoseok caught your hand as he looked down at you from his position on the edge of the bed and moved your hand back down. He raised his hips briefly to pull his shorts and boxers down, leaving him completely naked. It was too late to go back and you realized in that moment, you really didn’t want to anyway.

“Put a hand on my thigh to steady yourself,” he said, having settled back onto the bed with his legs spread slightly. You moved forward, putting yourself on the floor between his legs.

Again, you did as you were told, one hand on his thigh as the other slid up his leg to his length, already hardening. You slid closer so that you were more comfortable between his legs. Your eyes must have looked a little unsure because his expression softened for a fraction of a second.

The next moment, you were sure that you must have imagined it because his face was back to focused, his eyes burned with anticipation. His hand was on yours before you realized it. He turned it over so that it was palm up on his thigh, which confused you for a moment.

“Spit in your hand,” he said softly, but with all the intensity you had seen in his eyes earlier and with a firmness you did not dare ignore.

You tried to move your hand from his thigh to do as you were told, only to have him grip your wrist. Fighting the blush that crept up your cheeks, you cleared your throat and spit into your hand. He did not waste a minute after seeing you had done as you were asked and moved your hand to his tip and down his shaft. Not wanting to seem completely helpless, you took the rhythm over yourself and looked up to find him watching you intensely. He was leaning back, with his hands behind him on the bed, but his head was tilted down to you. It was hard to ignore the way the muscles in his stomach tensed as your hand moved.

“You know,” he mused, far calmer than anyone had any right to be in this situation, “I’ve always liked your lips. And now I want to see how they look around my cock.”

The admission distracted you, even if it was only momentarily. It sounded so casual and you wondered who would ever refuse that request. The next second, the focus that was coming off every inch of Hoseok washed over you as you followed each instruction he gave you. Your slowly ran your tongue up his shaft, circling the head. He placed a finger under your chin and tilted it up to look into his eyes just as you took him into your mouth. The eye contact made you pause and Hoseok quickly guided you to continue, placing a hand gently but firmly on the back of your head and pressing down slightly.

“I think you can take more than that,” he said softly, eyes burning into yours. And you relaxed your jaw to take more of him into your mouth, earning a hiss from him as he quickly gave you another instruction.

You tried to follow what he was saying, eyes rounded as you looked up at him while your head bobbed up and down on his cock, slowly at first as he had instructed. There was something about him telling you what to do and expecting you to do as you were told that was a turn on. That was definitely a kink you had not realized you had. There was no time to think about that, though.

You changed the rhythm from quickly bobbing your head up and down to pulling back to slowly tease him with your tongue, all at his direction. Your nails dug into his thighs as you moaned around his cock in your mouth. He swallowed a groan in reaction to the feel of your mouth vibrating around him.

Feeling a bit more confident, you moved your mouth down his cock, using your hand to continue stroking him as you kissed at his base. He stopped giving you direction and just enjoyed your changing pace. A piece of hair fell into your face and he was quick to brush it away, gathering your hair in his hands to keep it out of the way.

Moving back up, you took him in your mouth again, hallowing your cheeks as you sucked. Hoseok twitched in response and let out a low groan before praising how good it felt. Your eyes watered a bit, but you ignored it to keep going. All you wanted was for him to feel good.

You could tell the exact moment when he really started to lose control. Each muscle in his well defined stomach tensed, he let out a loud groan that was almost a growl, his hands in your hair tightened.

“Oh fuck,” was all he uttered as he came. You continued to lightly suck at him, swallowing almost all of it and only allowing a bit to drip down your chin.

Almostly feeling shy, you wiped √r mouth on the back of your hand, but he caught you in the process and pulled you against him. You leaned over him, his mouth on yours, and you knew he was tasting himself on your lips. One of his hands rested on the back of your neck, preventing you from removing your lips, the other hand moved to your waist to pull you further against himself. Awkwardly, you moved closer and were thankful he let you balance your hands on his shoulders. What you had not realized was that it was so he could put both hands just under your butt. You lost your balance, which seemed to have been what he wanted, and ended up straddled over his lap. You broke the kiss with a gasp. His hands pulled you back into the kiss, though, hungrily deepening it. Somewhere you registered that you were breathless, but that somewhere was certainly nowhere in your conscious mind.

Hoseok moved his hands down your sides and where you had always been ticklish, there was nothing funny about the movement then. His hands gripped you, long fingers that had always seemed delicate pressed hard into your skin hard enough to leave marks. Those same hands slowly started to roll your hips backwards and forwards. It only took you a second to take over the movement without any guidance from him. He withdrew his lips from your mouth and you were almost embarrassed at the whimper that escaped. The look in his eyes was pure fire, though, and it removed any embarrassment. Immediately, his lips made contact with your skin again, as he trailed kisses across your jaw and down your neck. Occasionally, he stopped to nip at your skin before he drew back and blew gently to ease any sting.

Beneath you, you felt him hardening again as you rolled your hips back and forth, just slowly enough that you knew he was going crazy. Hoseok groaned into your neck as he nipped at your skin and his fingertips dug into your hips hard enough to leave marks. The thin layer of material between you created more friction and you found that you wished you had taken off your panties and bra. His breath hitched slightly as you rolled forward and bit down slightly harder on your skin in response. You moaned in earnest and he took it as a sign to keep going. In one smooth movement, Hoseok unhooked your bra and discarded it to the side. He bent his head and took one of your breasts into his mouth. When he sucked your nipple between his teeth, you dug your fingers into his shoulders and rolled your hips a little faster. His other hand rolled your other nimble between deft fingers and you wondered what else those fingers might be able to do.

As if he had read your mind, Hoseok moved a hand to your thigh and returned his mouth to yours. Once his lips were on yours again, his hand slid down your inner thigh and he ran his thumb over your slick folds through the thin material of your underwear. Just the slight touch made you tremble and you realized how turned on you really were. One more touch and you thought you might come undone on the spot. One of his hands gripped your hip and pinned you to him. He moved his other thumb inside your underwear to carefully circle your clit and earned more insistent moans.

“Get up for a second,” Hoseok directed after breaking the kiss again.

You didn’t hesitate, not that you could have handled it anyway. The second you had stood up, Hoseok reached forward and pulled your panties down your legs quickly. There was no need for direction once they were off. Without wasting any time, you straddled his lap again and moaned into his mouth as soon as it made contact with yours. Hoseok slid a finger back inside of you, then another, and used his thumb to circle your swollen clit. You had a hand on his arm and dug your nails in, almost unable to take it already.

Without any warning, Hoseok withdrew his fingers again and in one movement, flipped you onto your back on the bed. Your eyes were wide for a moment as you tried to determine what was happening. He pushed your legs apart, light but firm and looked up at you, a dangerous smile playing at his lips. You propped yourself up on your arms for a better angle to take in his face.

“Lay back down,” he said and you locked on his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, as if daring you to ignore what he said.

What was the point though? If you ignored him, you might not get exactly what you wanted. So you laid back down. His head disappeared down between your thighs and you immediately felt his lips on you. Hoseok sucked the sensitive skin of your inner thigh between his teeth and nipped at it, eliciting a gasp you could not control. You could almost feel his smile as he kissed the same spot. He continued kissing up your thigh, making you writhe in anticipation of having his mouth where you needed it most. But, almost as if he knew, he ghosted his breath across your center and moved to kiss his way down your other thigh.

It was impossible to take. If he didn’t offer relief, you were sure you were going to die. And some part of the back of your brain told you that you were being dramatic, that nobody had ever died from waiting. Your mind went blank when you felt his breath against your center for a second time. The noise that came out of you was somewhere between a moan and a whine as you arched your back and tried to get closer to him, tried to urge him to where you needed him, tried to search for relief. There was a low chuckle at the sound and you wanted to feel embarrassed, really, you did, but you couldn’t.

Just as you were about to protest, you felt his fingers spreading you and his tongue ran slowly up your center. The protest died on your lips and was instead replaced by a moan. He ran his tongue up your center again in almost lazy strokes that had you writhing. It felt like he was just going to tease you until you went crazy without going as quickly as you wanted him to do. Impatiently, you readjusted, trying to make him move faster, yet all he did was slide a hand up your stomach to hold you in place. There was a surprising amount of strength pinning you down, even though you knew on some level that moving was the last thing you should want to do.

His tongue finally moved faster, circling your clit and sucking it between his teeth momentarily. Your back arched into the attention and you reached a hand out to tangle in his hair, holding him in place. It was the most attention you had ever received and you hadn’t been prepared for the way it was making you feel, like every nerve ending was on fire.

There was something about the feeling that just took away any ability you had to think about anything else apart from Hoseok’s mouth between your legs. He slid a finger inside you, then another, and your breath caught. Where he had been slow to start, he had picked up the pace as soon as he had been able to tell that you could not wait any longer. His fingers quickly moved in and out of you while his mouth continued to focus on your clit.

The sensations were nearly overwhelming and it was almost too much pleasure, as if there were such a thing. It was clear that he knew what he was doing and he was enjoying this as much as you were. Well, almost as much, at least. The orgasm was building, a warm feeling settling into your tummy and your limbs began to tingle.

“Oh my god!” You screamed, as Hoseok increased the speed even a little more. He must have known that you were close, must have been able to feel it in your muscles tensing, feel it in how your body reacted to every tiny movement.

“F- fuck, yes! Hoseok, I’m coming!”

The warm feeling spread over your body like fire and your eyes fell closed, little fireworks seemed to explode behind your eyelids. You bit down on your lower lip, even though you knew you did not need to stifle a moan. Your toes curled and your body shook. Hoseok slowed down his fingers, guiding you through the high. And you couldn’t see it but his eyes were on you the whole time, taking in every subtle change in your expression.

The orgasm had been intense, more so than you were expecting, and certainly more than you had ever experienced with someone going down on you. You stretched out a bit, eyes still closed and expected to feel Hoseok laying beside you. But there was nothing and you opened your eyes suddenly, worried he had disappeared and unable to consider why that worried you. Your eyes fell on him quickly though, sitting on the edge of the bed, smirking at you like he knew you had panicked for a minute. He was infuriating and you were in way over your head.

You moved to sit next to him and pulled a bit of the sheet with you, trying to cover up. Hoseok raised an eyebrow at the gesture but said nothing in response to it. It was stupid, you knew it was stupid. He had just been between your legs and now you were trying to cover yourself up?

Almost as if you were trying to distract both of you, you leaned over and pressed your lips gently against his. He tasted like you and that had something stirring in you again. This was new territory for you. You were certainly not inexperienced, yet you were nowhere near as experienced as he was and you definitely understood why people got so caught up in him. It was impossible not to. Hoseok placed a hand behind your neck and deepened the kiss. Your body arched into his almost involuntarily as his free hand traced down your side to grip at your hip.

There was no way of knowing which one had initiated it, but you were sliding into his lap again, one leg on either side of him. He moved his hand down your back so that both were gripping hard into your hips. Every place where his skin met yours felt like it was on fire. Your body angled into him without you ever making the decision to move. Again, you found yourself rolling your hips against him beneath you.

It was hard to catch your breath, and harder still to break contact from Hoseok. When you did, you saw his eyes had gone several shades darker. This had started as just an offhand comment in a bar while you were in pain at your own stupidity over picking the wrong guy again. Now, all your thoughts were on Hoseok and the way he felt, the way he kissed you, the way he ran his tongue up your core, the way his fingers felt inside of you. It wasn’t enough. You needed more of him, more contact, more of whatever this was.

Suddenly his thumb was circling your clit again and you thought you would feel too raw. Instead, all you felt was that you wanted more. He caught the moan on your lips and began kissing you again, deep, insistent kisses that took your breath away. When he slid a finger inside you, you tried to pull away, but his hand was on the back of your neck again, forcing your lips to stay connected with his. He slid another finger inside and you could feel the anticipation building. It wasn’t enough.

“Hoseok please,” you whined after you broke the kiss. His fingers were still inside of you.

“Please what?” His eyes were still just as intense as they took you in.

“Please.” The whimper was all you could manage.

“You have to use your words if you want something.” There was a glint in his eyes as if he were enjoying this. You realized he probably was but you stopped caring.

“I want to feel you inside me. Please, Hoseok, I need to feel you inside of me.”

“Then be a good girl and keep following my lead.”

You were about to respond and say something in protest when his lips crashed back on yours again, effectively ending any protest. He withdrew his fingers and you tried to moan at the loss of contact. You were so close that it seemed as if you could feel every move that he made. When you realized what he was doing, you lifted yourself off of him just slightly. He positioned himself at your entrance and pulled you down on top of him without giving you the chance to adjust.

“ FUCK! ” The word escaped from your lips before you was able to do anything to stop it.

This was someone who unquestionably knew what he was doing and you were sure you had never felt this good in your entire life. With him fully inside of you, he had given you a moment to adjust before he took hold of your hips and ground them against him again. You bit down on your lip hard to muffle a moan at the motion.

“Stop trying to be so quiet with me,” Hoseok ordered. There was no room for disagreement, not that you would have wanted to anyway. You started moving your body as he directed and he was rewarded with the next moan that slipped out.

As you moved together, he kept giving you instructions, little points of what to do and how to do it best. There was a slow rhythm to the movement and it hit you in a way that you were not sure you could remember experiencing. And if you had, it was certainly not with your ex. It felt like he filled you completely each time, hitting you deep. Your head fell back for a moment in sheer pleasure.

“Eyes on me.” His voice was sharp and you snapped your head back to look into his eyes. You saw the fire but also the appreciation that you had listened so easily.

His eyes never left yours and you saw the same thing reflected there as you were sure was in your own. It was not fast enough for either of you, not enough contact, not enough of the other person’s body. Not enough of anything. And you were struck by the thought that you had never felt so full and yet still wanted so much more. You had never been with someone you ached to have more of when he was still inside of you. He was a drug and you were already addicted.

Your bodies moved together easily, all while Hoseok uttered a string of encouragements. But you barely heard him, the sensations in your body were overwhelming. There was no better feeling in the entire world, you were convinced. You also knew that you had been missing out with previous partners. It had not been anything like this.

The feeling was too much and your head fell back again. His voice was sharp in response. “What did I tell you about eye contact?”

You brought your head back up to look at him, but your eyes were more mischievous than compliant. Slowly, you rolled your head back again and smirked at him when you made eye contact. His pace slowed. “Should I call you sir while I’m at it?”

Without warning, he put his hands below your butt and stood up in one swift motion. You gasped, any remnants of the smirk gone immediately, as he quickly moved to press you against the wall. With a leg bracing underneath you, he adjusted his arms so that your legs were draped over them on either side. He looked up at you as he drove into you, hard and fast. There was no way for your head to fall back and nowhere else to look but at him, even if you had wanted to. The fire in his eyes pinned you in place just as much as the wall.

“Are you going to do as you're told now?” His voice was low and commanding. It sent a shiver straight to your core.

You swallowed hard and nodded.

“What did I say about using your words?”

There was no describing how you were feeling, both incredibly turned on and afraid to disappoint him. “Yes.”

For a second, you were worried it was not enough and then his thrusts slowed again. Despite yourself, you whimpered. You had not realized the force would be such a turn on, but you were close. The look on his face suggested he knew you were close too. With surprising care, he pulled himself out of you and you whined in earnest. The loss of contact was painful. He only smirked as he repositioned the two of you again and carried you back to the bed.

Hoseok dumped you onto the bed, not entirely unceremoniously, but also not with the care he had shown for a split second earlier. Before you could think anything else, he was on the bed between your legs. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and lined himself up at your entrance. Your eyes were trained on him, not wanting to push him too far, but also not wanting to miss anything.

He held the leg over his shoulder to get a good grip and leaned forward to press a demanding kiss against your lips. Your mouth opened immediately and invited him in. Your bodies slammed together and you arched your back, trying to get closer. But he pulled away again and slowed the pace back down.

“Hoseok,” you whined. With anyone else, you would have worried you sounded too needy. With him, you already knew how he saw you and how he was getting off on it.

“What do you want?” Hoseok was slowly, painfully slowly, rocking his hips into you, not quite hitting you as deeply as he was seconds earlier.

“I’m so close,” you whined again.

“I know.” His eyes sparkled as he said this.

“Please.” Your hands reached out to him, to try and somehow push him into movement again.

Instead, he grabbed your hands in one of his and pinned them over your head. He leaned over your body, stretching you deeper.

“Tell me what you want and it’s yours,” he said, voice low and enticing again.

“I want…” you began, but were distracted as he trailed kisses across your jaw.

“What do you want?” His breath ghosted your ear as he asked the question.

“ Fuck Hoseok, I want to come.”

The words had barely come out of your mouth when he let go of your hands and resumed a quicker pace. Instead of trying to grab hold of him again, you knotted your hands into the sheets beneath you. If you had thought that he felt good earlier, it was nothing compared to this, nothing to how you could feel every bit of him and every bit of your shared desire.

You thought that you had never been one for this kind of sex that was rough and raw and full of need. That had been wrong, too, and you had never felt so much. Every nerve was on fire, every muscle tensing, your breath completely ragged. And finally, in that moment, Hoseok started to come undone as well, no longer controlling his facial expressions.

Seeing the sheer pleasure on his face was the final straw for you. He finally let you go over the edge and your body spasmed, your walls clenching around him. His thrusts were erratic as he followed you in his own release.

There was nothing breaking the silence of the room apart from both of your heavy breaths. Hoseok was barely managing to suspend his body over yours anymore. He carefully pulled himself out and rolled over to lay next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as his chest rose and fell heavily. It was impossible to tell how long passed in comfortable silence. Could it really have been only minutes?

You sighed, completely unable to formulate words. “I suppose a thank you is in order.”

“For what?” Hoseok rolled over on his side to gaze at you, a smile playing at his lips.

“For teaching me some of your secrets,” you answered, and the soft smile was replaced with a smirk.

“Oh, now that I’ve gotten you here, I’m nowhere near done with you.”

You swallowed, hard, at the look on his face. What had seemed like a crazy idea before you started now was something that you could easily see doing again. What was more, you realized that you wanted to do it again.

Hoseok reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear thoughtfully before his eyes met yours and he smiled. “You were amazing, really. He was a fucking idiot for not realizing what he had.”

“You don’t have to be ni-...” you began.

“I’m not being nice,” he said gently, still breathless. “That was incredible.”

It was hard to look him in the eye in that moment, he had gone from passion bordering on ferocity back to being soft and supportive. The contrast was giving you whiplash, but in a way that made you just want. His finger made gentle contact with your chin as he lifted your head up again.

“I got lost in the moment, in the best way, you were great, and he’s a fucking idiot for letting someone so great go,” Hoseok reaffirmed and you sighed, happy, content, and not even a little self conscious.

There was no telling if this was going to happen again, no telling if Hoseok was being serious when he said he was not done with you. His face looked stripped down, more vulnerable than you could remember seeing it, as he continued to heap praise onto you easily. At that moment you were happy and full. For that moment, you were not thinking about anyone other than the nearly perfect person laying in bed with you.

Until next time , you thought. Because after that, there definitely had to be a next time.

#bts fic #bts imagines #hobi imagine #jhs x reader #hoseok imagine #hoseok x reader #bts scenarios #bts smut #hoseok smut #bts pwp #hobi smut

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seacharms · 7 months

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Hii bestieeee!!! Could I have a "BTS reaction to when you stan skz" thxxx luvs yaaa

ok ofc... btw- IM A STARMY TOO!!!!! AHHHHH BEST FANDOM COMBO EVER! Anyway- here you go...

BTS reaction to when you're a STAY (SKZ stan)

Namjoon:

He would be a little surprised but would respect your music choice, he would even jam with you to Stray Kids' songs sometimes. OOOHHH but every time God's menu came on, he would see a side of you that he's never seen before.

Seokjin:

"Yah! Isn't my handsome face not enough?! Let's watch a BTS mv instead" He said. After making him forcefully watch an SKZ mv, he was trying not to show his enjoyment but after a few more mvs, he officially became a STAY and stole your bias.

Yoongi:

He didn't care about what you listened to or watched because he believed that everyone was allowed to have an opinion. Lowkey rapped Changbin's part in Miroh to impress you.

Hoseok:

"Wahhh baby, they dance well, especially that Lee Know guy. I should collab with them next! They're songs make me jam. Who is your bias by the way? I think I like all of them." You both watch Stray Kids practice videos all night and enjoy together. XOXO Hobi

Jimin:

Watches the dance practices and music videos with you. "Wow, they're so talented! I'm going to practice this dance, can you teach me?"

Taehyung:

"Their music is nice but it's not something I would listen to every day, they're amazing though. Their dance is outstanding, vocals are great, rap is next level, visuals are superb, maybe the only group who could try beating BTS in the talent category!"

Jungkook:

Shook. "You stan them? I'm friends with Bang Chan- if you ever wanna meet him just tell me." Legit gets you excited and starts telling you random stuff about how he likes SKZ too.

~Oki everyone... THANK YOU!!! byeee~

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oddinary4bts · 11 months

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Ella! Congrats on your milestone, you deserve it!

Can I request this one from the fluff list, with Hobi please?

23. “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

Thank you!! I really enjoyed writing this drabble, gosh I miss Hobi so much :')

Two Hundred and Nineteen Days | jhs

☆pairing: Hoseok x reader

☆rating: 13+

☆genre: slices of life!au, fluff, a tiny little bit of angst (don't ask me how it happened, angst sneaks up on me all the time)

☆warnings: a little bit of alcohol, entirely unedited

☆word count: 2.2k

☆a/n: I had an out of body experience writing this fic. I chose a random number (219) of days... only to realize the 219th day of the year is my birthday. I was shaken for a good ten minutes lmao. I hope you enjoy reading!

☆other fluff prompts can be found here!

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You’ve known Jeong Hoseok for five hundred and forty-one days. It took you thirty-four days to realize he had become your closest friend at work, and since then it’s been five hundred and seven days of you and him meeting at the coffee machine every day to gossip about your other coworkers.

He’s your favourite coworker. Every day since you’ve started working at this company, you’ve sat at the desk across from him. Every day, he’s offered you a bright smile and wished you a good morning. Every day, he’s eaten lunch with you, talking about how he used to dance when he was a kid and how his mother would dress him all formal with a little red bow tie.

And two hundred and nineteen days ago, at last New Year’s Eve party, Hoseok held your hands because they were freezing while you stood outside watching the fireworks.

Two hundred and nineteen days. You think you should have understood your feelings for him since then, but you’ve been blind to it. That early March afternoon when he said his mother wanted him to go on a blind date and you’ve felt your heart breaking in your chest at the perspective of him going, you weren’t able to explain your reaction to him. You blamed it on your throat hurting, and he bought cough medicine for you that he brought at work the next day.

In late May, when you ended up being stood up by your other coworkers for your usual end of the month lunch, you think you almost realized. But when he mentioned his last date had ended well, you furrowed your brows and then asked him about it.

Halfway through the month of July, when he told you that he believed he’d be single forever, with that bright smile of his that always makes flowers grow on the soil of your heart, you whispered that you didn’t believe it. When he asked you to repeat, you said, “Don’t we all feel this way”.

Today is the 7th of August. You’re out on the annual camping trip of the company – not an actual trip, just a day on the countryside, next to a small lake where you swam in the early afternoon. And today you feel like you’ve been blind. Because he’s been in your life for five hundred and forty-one days, and you’re only now realizing that maybe, the way your heart flutters every time you see him is not because he’s a dear friend. Though you reckon the flutters started after New Year Eve only, so maybe you've only been blind for two hundred and nineteen days.

You’ve been drinking a little. Just a few glasses of rosé wine throughout the day, and you’ve watched him drink a couple of beers. Brought him one when he finished his last one without him even asking. It had your hands clammy with anxiety, but he didn’t say anything, just thanked you as you sat back next to him.

The sun has set now, and you’re lounging by the fireside. Some of your coworkers already left, and only the closest ones to you are still here. None of them know what you’ve realized today, and you’re quick to notice how Ryunjin sits close to Hoseok. How she speaks to him in ushered tones, and you think maybe, after all, your eyes opened two hundred and nineteen days too late.

He looks your way once, and when your gazes catch your heart stops in your chest. He smiles, infinitely soft, infinitely kind, and your cheeks burn. You’re lucky the firelight hides it, and you take a sip from your cup to distract you.

When Ryunjin puts her hand on his arm, telling him they should go look at the stars on the lake, you feel your heart drop so low in your chest it physically aches. To your surprise, Hoseok invites everyone, and everyone gets up to go.

It’s you that he falls into step with, even though Ryunjin is just a step in front of him.

“You’ve been silent,” Hoseok says, gently. “Where’s my gossip partner?”

You choke on a chuckle, and then worry at your bottom lip. “Sorry. I… I’ve been feeling weird.”

“Do you need to go?” Ryunjin asks, kindly, because even though you don’t like how she’s been around Hoseok, Ryunjin is nice. “I think Youngseo and Chaeryeon were talking about leaving.”

The two girls in question are up ahead, and they don’t hear Ryunjin. But you feel like she’s trying to get rid of you, and it hurts, just a little.

“I can drive you,” Hoseok suggests, and you almost stumble on your feet.

Because is it really a good idea to be encased in Hoseok’s car for the hour that the drive back is? You highly doubt so, yet you can’t find it in you to refuse. Not when Ryunjin mentions she thought Hoseok was driving her back, and Hoseok says she can always catch the ride with Youngseo and Chaeryeon.

You’re twenty minutes into the drive home, spent in an awkward silence, by the time Hoseok asks, “Are you okay?”

You can’t really tell him the truth, right?

“Yeah, I actually feel better,” you lie.

“I’m glad,” he says gently, and then you’re encased in another ten minutes of silence, only interrupted by him humming to the music on the radio. Until you realize you shouldn’t have said you’re better, because he says, “Is it just me or is Ryunjin into me?”

You freeze, and then turn to glance at his profile. “Is she? I don’t think I noticed.”

Another lie, and he obviously doesn’t catch it.

“She kept talking to me today,” he continues, and he sounds genuinely … happy.

Needless to say, it breaks your heart.

“Did she?”

“Yeah,” he says. He glances at you once, before chuckling. “That’s why I wanted to go. I’m so awkward, what would I have done for an hour with her in my car? I would have just made a fool of myself.”

All you can think to ask is, “Do you like her?”

It has no business sounding as aggressive as it does, and this time Hoseok catches up to it.

“I don’t know… Why?”

You nibble at your lower lip, anxiety flooding your entire being. “Just wondering.”

“Mmh,” he lets out, and then the atmosphere shifts.

It shifts into even more awkwardness, into Hoseok sending you weird glances that you ignore as you look out the window on the passenger side, watching the streetlights as they grow more common when you near the city.

Hoseok doesn’t hum for the rest of the way, doesn’t tap his finger on the wheel in time with the beat of the song. And when he parks his car in the office's parking lot, not turning the engine off right away, he turns to look at you.

“Why are you weird about this?”

You freeze with your hand on the doorknob. “I’m not weird.”

“You’ve been weird since I mentioned Ryunjin,” he insists.

“I haven’t.”

He throws you a no-bullshit look, one eyebrow cocked. “You usually always gossip with me and now you just haven’t said anything.”

You scoff, shooting him a quick look before finding solace in the world outside of the window again. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Your opinion?” Hoseok suggests, shrugging his shoulders. “You know Ryunjin, maybe she told you something?”

“So, you do like her?”

He’s growing frustrated. That much you can tell as he runs a hand through his hair and makes a vague move that looks like ‘how am I supposed to know’.

“Maybe? She’s attractive and she’s nice, I’d be stupid to miss the opportunity.”

“Right,” is all your able to answer.

He watches your profile, bores hole into it, and then he turns off the engine and the doors immediately unlock. You quickly open the door and step out because frankly you need air, need to get away. Because you were stupid, not to realize before. You were stupid to not understand what those flutters in your heart were, were stupid to not understand that you didn’t like to think about him going on dates because you were falling in love with him. Had probably fallen in love with him two hundred and nineteen days ago, as he had held your freezing hands through the New Year.

He follows you out of the car. “Y/n, come on,” he says, jogging to where you’re powerwalking towards your car. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know,” you say, scoffing. In a fit of rage, you add, “Actually I do.”

You stop, turning to look at him. His eyes are a little wide, a little scared, and his usual bright smile is miles away from his features.

“What’s wrong then?” he presses, voice small.

“I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

Hoseok goes very still. You don’t think he’s even breathing, as you stare at each other. The silence stretches, and he doesn’t even blink. He does become blurry though, as tears slowly fill your eyes.

And when you realize that he’s not going to say anything, you turn around, shame draped on your shoulders, trickling down into your very stature as you take a first step away. And then a second, and a third one, and you think maybe tomorrow, on this two hundred and twentieth day of the year, what happened today will just be a nightmare.

It materializes into reality as one tear slips on your cheek, and you wipe it with the back of your hand angrily.

That’s when he says your name. So softly, like the flutter of an infant’s lids as they sleep. You’re not even sure you heard it – you feel it more than anything. It wraps around your heart, heals the slow unravelling.

He stops you, with one gentle hand wrapped around your wrist. His fingers are warm, light, and when he tugs to make you turn, you give in. Mostly because he has startled the tears away, and you look up at him, thinking he’s never looked at you with that much of a serious look on his face.

He murmurs your name again, and it settles in your soul, building a home for him there.

When he kisses you, supple lips meeting your awaiting mouth, you sigh, and let him pull you in. He cups your cheek with one hand, ever so gently as if he thinks you’re the most precious porcelain, and his other hand holds your waist. You rest yours on his chest, feeling the rapid tap-tap-tap of his heart under your fingertips. His organ traces a melody into your palm, strong and steady. When he pulls away from the kiss to look down at you, you think he’s shining, brightly, blindingly so. He is the sun, and maybe you’re the Earth. Maybe you’ll grow and nurture life under his warm rays.

At least that’s how you feel when he pulls you into another kiss, this one languid, slow and passionate. When his tongue teases your mouth, you meet it with your own, and immediately you know his taste will intoxicate you, in the best ways that it can.

After a long and small eternity, Hoseok pulls away again, and he offers you a sweet smile. “I fell for you so long ago,” he admits. “But you never…” he trails off, shakes his head slightly. “I never thought it was reciprocated.”

One of your hands reaches up, and you shakily trace his jaw with the tip of a finger. His skin is soft, like a rose petal, yet infinitely warmer. “I think I was oblivious to it. Until today…”

“Can I take you out on a date?” he asks, a little suddenly.

You smile. “Where do you want to take me?”

He shines even more at the sight of your smile, at the fondness tracing words of affection in your eyes. “There’s this place I go to dance sometimes. It’s bright, and they also have arcade games. It’s my favourite place, and I always thought you’d love it there.”

Your heart fills with warmth, flutters with tenderness. “I’m sure I will.”

And of course you do. Because it’s a little piece of him, and you’re realizing every day that you love every single piece of him. The good and the bad. It might have taken you two hundred and nineteen days to realize it, but you’re in love with the very tapestry of his soul, with every single thread that makes him.

A hundred and forty-six days later, Hoseok holds your freezing hands into the New Year, and this time he kisses you as the first fireworks explode into the cold night air, shining colours on you. They match the explosions in your heart that every swipe of his tongue brings to you, and you reckon that, in the six hundred and eighty-seven days of you knowing him, Hoseok has always made your heart shine.

And you know now that there are a thousand, a million more days in front of you, and that you’ll shine for him through all of them, like he shines for you.

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ysljoon · 2 years

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Base Line|Jung Hoseok x Reader

♡ This contains mature themes so please avoid if you’re not 18+

♡ Genre: Fluff, smut, established relationship, idol AU

♡ Warnings: mentions of drinking, handjobs, breast play, 69 (i got carried away whoops), unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, dirty talk

♡ Summary: You want to reward your boyfriend in the best way you can after his captivating performance at Lollapalooza

♡ Word Count: 1.5K

You waited anxiously in the penthouse hotel room that was shared between you and your boyfriend who is currently performing his highly anticipated set at Lollapalooza. Your eyes have been glued to the screen of the wall-mounted TV. You were in awe seeing Hobi’s stage presence coming out in full force and keeping the crowd captivated song after song. Hearing the crowd chanting his name through the TV filled your heart with the warmth of happiness. You knew how nervous your boyfriend was as the days lead up to this historic performance so knowing that almost everyone in the crowd was shouting their support eased the nerves you were holding for him. You won't lie, seeing Hoseok having full control of the audience with his vocals and stunning dance moves had you feeling a little hot and bothered in the hotel room. The fluffy robe was starting to feel a smidgen too tight around you and you were counting down the minutes for when he would come back to the hotel room.

Once you saw him ending his set and giving his kudos to the live band and the dancers that helped enhance his performance you felt your stomach start to flip with excitement knowing that he would arrive so soon. You nervously tidied the room to keep yourself occupied so you wouldn’t watch the clock as the minutes passed. What you were most excited about was running your fingers through his thick, long locks of hair. You love the length that it’s at and you will do all the pleading you can with Hybe's hair stylists to ensure he can keep this length for more than a week or two. Once the room was at your standard of clean you dimmed the lights to set a mood. You grabbed two of the complimentary champagne flutes that came with the room and poured them to about halfway full of champagne and placed them down on the coffee table that sat in the middle of the room.

You can’t help but take a few sips of the bubbly beverage, but made sure to top it off to make it look untouched when Hobi comes. Your heart rate starts to pick up when you hear the door lock click and a beep emit from the door letting you know that it’s unlocked. You cannot help the wide grin that spreads across your face. He barely made it through the doorway and you were squeezing him with a hug that was full of love. “Look who came back from his historic set!” The smirk you had made Hobi blush and turn his head away from your gaze shyly. “My love, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to just come back and lay down with you. I’m exhausted!” You coo at him and bring over the champagne flute and it surprises you when he gulps it all down in one go. “Wow, Jimin has really rubbed off on you.” You chuckle and Hobi has a cute innocent smile making an appearance. “Cutie, I’m gonna take a quick shower and once I’m in my pajamas I’m gonna make sure that robe ends up in a corner of the room. You look too good right now and showing restraint.” He winks and goes into the bathroom without another word. Meanwhile, you’re rubbing your thighs together feeling yourself start to get wet just from his words.

You hear the water flow stop and seeing the steam escape from the small crack in the door just leaves you impatient with what’s in store for you behind the door. The door fully opens and your eyes lock with your boyfriend, but your attention is quickly directed to his near-to-nothing clothed body. All he’s wearing as ‘pajamas’ are white and black plaid boxer briefs. You want to pounce on him right now. Your champagne is long forgotten and you arise from the bed and your lips find purchase on Hoseok’s immediately. He kisses back with a smile on his lips and he wraps an arm around your waist. The other arm is snaking down lower till his hand grips your ass. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth and running along your lips and his hand massaging your ass has you moaning into his mouth. He pulls his lips away and starts to suck at your earlobe. The sensation of him gently pushing your hair back and starting to nibble and lick at your earlobe and even playing with your earring between his teeth causes goosebumps to spread all over. The breathy moans that fill the room make you desperate for more. Your hand starts to lazily stroke him through his underwear and when you run your thumb against the tip his knees buckle in the slightest, but knowing you have such an effect makes you so much wetter.

His slender fingers untie your robe and push it off your shoulders to expose your tits. Having the slightly chilly air makes your nipples even harder and Hoseok cannot help but put his lips around one of them. The other nipple was taken into his fingers and the way that he was rubbing, flicking, and rolling it had your back arching and your head thrown back. “I-I’m so close to cumming! Please baby keep touching me!” He quickened the pace of his tongue and the wet flicks were enough to create your first orgasm. “My love, you did so well, but now it’s time to see how well you can use your mouth now.” His dirty talk has your hole clenching around nothing. You stood up shakily and slipped off your panties. You pushed your boyfriend against the bed and seeing you take charge definitely made his cock twitch. “Oh, my baby wants her wet pussy eaten out while she chokes on my cock.” He smirks and is grabbing you by your waist to join him on the bed. You straddle his body and all your focus is directed toward the thick length in front of your face. Your lips wrap around and you slowly bob your head because no matter how many times you give head you have to adjust your throat to his long length. Hoseok’s moans are muffled by him pressing his face against your pussy and sucking at your hard clit that was begging to get attention.

The tears roll down your cheeks while your deepthroat is mixing with all the spit that has come from the messy blowjob. You can barely stay steady with how good he’s eating your pussy. His tongue runs up and down through your slit and every time it swipes your clit it sends shockwaves through your body. Hobi loves seeing your body twitch from him touching your clit and this leads him to focus all of his energy on sucking on it. The wet sounds coming from the both of you have each of you feeling borderline feral with how horny it makes the both of you. Your pussy is pulsing with the looming feeling of another orgasm and before you can even process your cunt is gushing with wetness. You’re seeing stars from this orgasm and can barely hold yourself up, but Hoseok is relishing this moment and is lapping up your release. “Is that my reward for performing so well tonight sweetheart?” You nod feeling so fucked out already. He rolls you off of him and sits up with his back against the wooden headboard and pats his lap. He’s going to kill you. He’s a madman for having you ride him immediately after an orgasm, but the excitement you feel in the pit of your stomach says otherwise.

You slide right down onto his cock with ease and bottom out instantly. The both of you groan loudly at the sensation and you start to bounce once you’re used to his length. “Fuck baby, having your tits bounce in my face like this is gonna make me cum so fast.” Hearing that makes you slow down your pace just to tease him a little bit. “Oh, cmon baby please don't tease me like that. Your pussy feels so good. Please keep going!” Hearing his begging of course you had to oblige him. You pick up your pace and you feel the grip he has on your hips get tighter and you know he’s close. His moans grow louder and breathier and when he cums he’s slamming up into you and it has you crying out. The feeling of his cum shooting up into you has you letting out some of your final moans. Hobi is panting with his head leaning against your shoulder and you can't help but gently play with his hair. At first, it just starts with just twirling the strands that are close to his nape, but now you’re carding your fingers through it while trying to catch your breath. You place a kiss on his temple and lean down to the shell of his ear. “You did amazing tonight Jay. I love you.” You lean back but you’re suddenly being pulled into his embrace and he’s flipping you around so your back is against the mattress. This night is going to be long.

Notes: This is such an old draft, but I’m trying to get back into writing now that I actually have control during this semester! Enjoy lovelies <3

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studio-multi · 2 months

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Half Baked #2

Title: Dior You

Cast: Model!OC/Reader x Idol!Jung Hoseok

Plot: Model and ex-partner to Hobi is slotted for NYFW, unbeknownst to them it is for the collaboration between Hoseok and Dior. Lots of lingering looks and touches between fittings and the show. Until Hobi shows up at their hotel room after the event is over.

Notes:

Can be left as a behind-closed-doors romance or NSFW.

Plot progresses from the first model selection (written below), across multiple fittings, to the arrival in NYC, the entire show, post show and then back to the OC/R hotel room.

Their relationship ended because they were both too busy for each other. OC/R ended it, and Hoseok was understandably upset. So, they are wary of Hoseok, fearing that he still did not understand their motives. But Hobi does and is willing to take any samples of time they have together.

Starter:

The last thing you expected when agreeing upon your slot in the New York Fashion week was to run into your idol ex-boyfriend. Yet here he was, in all his ethereal beauty. Dressed in white pants that had unique designs over the knee and shin, a beanie rolled above his ears, dark wavy hair floating across his forehead and a denim jacket with the middle two buttons looped with the absolute audacity to not have a shirt underneath. Tempting your gaze with the silver lariat necklace that descended below.

“These are the models we have selected to showcase our collaboration-” Maria Grazia Chiuri, the creative director of Dior, guides Hoseok over to you and the other twelve models.

You’re the last one and Hoseok takes his time regarding you, gaze beginning at your toes. Covered in the black doc martens he had bought you during your first autumn together. Trailing up your black tights to the Chanel skirt he had brought back from Paris as an apology for missing Valentines Day. To the tucked in, very fitted black turtleneck that you knew he owned the identical version of. Your outfit was a walking timeline of your secret relationship with Jung Hoseok, and you have no doubt that his eagle eye has recognized each of them.

He hums, beautiful fingers fanning across his chin in thought. Tips grazing the plush heart shape of his lips as he regards you down the slope of his nose.

“Can we put her in as the final?”

Your bulging eyes give away your shock as the other models hiss out hushed whispers of mutual surprise.

Maria clicks her tongue, “we thought that you’d like to put Choi Sora as the finale?”

As you expected as well. Sora was the embodiment of Hoseok’s gender fluidity, that you anticipated to be represented in this show.

“No, this is one of the most up and coming models. I’d like her to showcase my final outfit.”

Maria contemplates and eventually agrees after Hoseok mentions some of your accomplishments.

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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whispers in the dark | jhs

pairing: sleep paralysis demon hoseok x gender neutral reader (platonic)

genre: … fluff?? Angst. Post-break up au. Supernatural au.

summary: Hoseok just doesn’t have it in him to make you even more miserable right now, so he tries something a little different.

rating: 18+ because I do what I want

word count: 1.4k

warnings: Swearing. Sleep paralysis. Creepy sleep paralysis demon Hoseok a la the “More” concept photos. Watching people while they’re sleep but not in an erotic way lol. Referenced Jimin x reader; technically a post break-up situation. Some image self-consciousness from Hoseok. Platonic spooning. Lots of talk about feeling or sensing smells and emotions. I know it seems creepy but really this is very soft, I promise.

notes: Ah wow, this is short but there’s so much in here. It started in a group chat with “idk what to do with more hoseok in the best way” and then it turned into me and @bangtanintotheroom taking “this hobi is our sleep paralysis demon” and running with it in two wildly different directions sldkjfhaslkdj. I know I’m supposed to be on break but like after finishing stuff last month, I had this whole “will I ever write again” crisis. Without @thatlongspringnight and @xjoonchildx this wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t feel ten million times better now than I did leading up to my meltdown. So, thank you. It means the world to me. I’m just going to yeet this into the void and get out but I miss yall!! Hope you’re having a nice July, wherever you may be :)

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Hoseok hasn’t gotten the chance to stretch like this in ages. As he steps across the lush carpet, he lets his muscles lengthen and move. It’s dusty and cramped in his little crawlspace, even with his cleaning regime. When was the last time you let him out his literal hellhole?

He looks at your sleeping form. You’re passed out, that’s for sure, huddled beneath layers of sheets and blankets. The dawn is beginning to trickle through your curtains, your eyelids freely fluttering in deep sleep, unencumbered by the sleep mask that’s somehow slipped off during the night.

He can feel how frozen you are, how you want to turn over to a more comfortable position but can’t. Ah, it’s been so long since he could feed freely like this. What a wonderful welcome you’ve decided to give him.

Hoseok straightens and adjusts his cap as he glances around the room. It doesn’t seem that much has changed since he was last here. There’s a calendar propped up on your dresser, and he’s surprised to see that it’s been at least a year since he was last freed from the confines of your mind. He’d stopped visiting you shortly after you started keeping that punk around … what was his name? Jim? Tim?? Something like that. It’s not easy haunting folks who co-sleep with others. Finally he’s gone, and Hoseok can resume doing what he does best. Finally he can just lurk and get the energy he needs after his long sequestering.

Stepping closer, Hoseok leans down to leer at your face. You can’t see him, not really, not in a way that matters. But you can feel him, and he can hear your breath quicken as he draws near. His veins sigh in content as the anxiety leeches from your body into his own. It feels sweet and soft against his senses. You always did taste better than his previous charges.

If you’d kept him inside much longer, he was going to have to find someone else to feed from. So thank god Timbourine or whatever isn’t here today. He reaches out and brushes the sheets from your face so that he can see more than just your eyes.

Huh. That’s odd.

Your cheeks are grimy.

Hoseok, dead inside as he might be, feels his black hole of a heart fall. Fuck.

Had you cried yourself to sleep?

Hoseok stands and steps away, casting his eyes about the room. It still smells like Jimothy or whatever, just barely. You might smell sweet on your own, but there’s a musty spice that undergirds everything. It doesn’t smell like you, and it’s like it’s faded. You probably don’t even smell it anymore, but that doesn’t mean you don’t somehow feel it.

There’s a box in the corner that smells stronger than the rest of your room. It’s got clothes in it that don’t look like you’d be caught dead wearing them. And there’s a picture frame laying flat on its face right next to your calendar. He feels like an idiot for not noticing it sooner.

“Aw, darling, did that dickwad break your heart?” he murmurs. His heart goes out to you. He doesn’t really much do desire himself but he imagines that the emotions are torrid and stressful. “That’s so unfair, isn’t it?”

It doesn’t seem right to feed off you now, for some reason. The succulent taste of stress he’d been taking from you now feels bitter. It tastes off, spoiled even. Was he really gone so long that he developed a conscience? This is garbage. This is not a part of the plan at all.

Hoseok sighs as he sits next to your sleeping form. You don’t move.

“What am I going to do with you, darling? You kept me tucked away for so long and now I can’t even take what I need.”

You don’t reply, of course. You can’t. You’re frozen in place, paralyzed and dead to the world. Awake and yet not, all at once. Hoseok has craved being able to take what he wants from you for ages, but now it just feels unfair.

The demon sighs again, noticing now all the things he’d not noticed before in his eagerness to feed. You’ve got pillows tucked behind you, as if to simulate a person at your back. One of them is even wrapped in a shirt. Ah, how sad. There’s other mementos about the room too: a sock in the corner, discarded undergarments next to the laundry hamper, all sorts of small things that have that unfamiliar scent wreathed around them. Even when he doesn’t think there’s more, there’s always more. He can’t imagine how you must feel, having all this crap around that belongs to someone no longer in your life. The agony of finding still more at every turn must be torture.

He finds himself pitying you. It’s strange. He knows it is. He’s a demon, a thought form, a parasite even; nothing more or less. He shouldn’t have any feelings not placed within him that didn’t come from his host.

Is that what this is, then? Is this you looking for comfort?

Hoseok’s not sure how he feels about this. He’s never heard of someone manifesting comfort from their sleep paralysis demon. You’re one of hundreds of people he’s haunted. This shouldn’t be anything new even though it clearly is.

Maybe he’s just getting soft. Maybe being stuck in your mind made him soft.

He should have gotten out sooner.

Suddenly, you whimper. Hoseok about jumps out of his skin. He scrambles away from the bed, his eyes flying to see if you’ve somehow managed to rouse yourself without him noticing.

No, the paralysis holds, but only just. Your eyelids flutter, your fingertips twitch. Still, you don’t move. The emotions wafting off you shift from fear to yearning. His stomach churns and his head spins as the sensation registers. It’s even stronger than the anxiety. It’s just pure, unadulterated loneliness.

Hoseok takes a deep breath.

Damn it, you’re soft. And he’s soft for you.

He takes his cap off and runs his hand over his face, and then through his hair. He’s not much to cuddle with. As far as demons like him go, he’s kind of scrawny. To make himself look scary he has to lean on makeup and piercings and clothing. There’s only so much a glamour can do to make him look intimidating. And none of it’s easy to shed so … maybe if he just spoons you from behind you won’t notice how wimpy he actually looks?

Your breathing has picked up again, and you whine into the cool air of the bedroom. How are you doing that? Hoseok puts the question out of his mind as he toes off his shoes.

“Okay, fine, I’ll give you want, but just this once. Just because I missed you or whatever.”

He rounds the bed and carefully crawls on top of the sheets on the side opposite you. He tosses the pillows away, even the one wrapped in Jimbert or whatever’s shirt, so that he can come up behind you. He fits his body behind yours, the warmth of your body seeping like a warm tide into his clothes and his flesh.

He trembles. It’s been a while since he was this close with anyone. He’s a big spoon anyway, this is fine, but fuck, it’s kind of weird too.

After a few moments, he reaches around your middle and pulls you closer. Might as well really lean into this shit if he’s going to do it in the first place. Thank whatever that this is a solitary job. He’d never hear the end of it if one of his colleagues saw him comforting his hauntee like this.

For a moment, Hoseok wonders if this is doing anything for you at all. After a few minutes, however, your breathing slows, and you move of your own accord.

You nestle.

You nestle back into Hoseok’s chest. As if this shit is natural. As if it’s exactly what you needed. Your hand finds his, and squeezes it.

His heart drops.

This is more than he anticipated. And he’s horrified to realize that he kind of likes it.

The fear is gone from you, and so is the longing; the loneliness that was clouding your heart has been burned away like mist by the sun. Hoseok breathes in the scent of your skin at the nape of your neck. Sweet. Content. Strong.

Hoseok bites his lip.

Just a few more minutes like this. And then maybe he’ll leave. Can’t let himself get used to this. And you can’t get used to it either. He’ll let you have this moment together. Tomorrow morning he’ll get back to doing his actual job.

For now, he’ll let himself enjoy this with you for as long as he can muster.

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posted: 7.4.2022

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kiestrokes · 8 months

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How BTS Would React to You Coming Home Drunk (and Horny) from a Night Out with Friends | NSFW

Pairing: BTS x Reader/You/Yn (some gendered + some non-gendered) Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 691ish Genre: scenario/imagine, smut, sprinklings or crack/fluff, established relationships. Warnings: mentions of drinking (consensual drunken behavior between partners), reader is wearing a dress because ease of access.

Sexually Explicit Content: penetration (penis is whatever you want to imagine: vagina/ass), cunnilingus, fellatio, nipple play, cockwarming, kissing/making out, overstiumulation, cuddling. Let me know if I missed anything!

🗝️ Note: I’ll format this tomorrow. But in tradition of when this imagine was made, that’s a sober Kie problem. A repost from @/goodsoop. Edited 8/20/23 to include warnings!

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

KSJ: would be mildly "unapproving" of your loose behavior but would fix himself a double and quickly get on your level. Until you both were drunk, loudly playing video games on the couch of the game room. This of course escalates into you attempting to cheat by climbing into his lap. You end up getting distracted by his beautiful lips and it turns into a sloppy, laughter filled fuck on the sectional. Jin boasts that he, of course, won. In the game and in getting you off.

MYG: was asleep when you drunkenly climbed into bed, laying on top of him Jung-Hoseok-spread-eagle style. Grumbles about the fact you’re going to have a hangover tomorrow. Slips out from under you and begins to remove your clothes. Batting away your wandering hands that are attempting to climb under his shirt. He leaves you passed out on top of the covers to get water and pain reliever. Returning to your sad attempt at getting yourself off. Huffs at you to let him do it, because he secretly loves how pliable and vocal you are when he gives you head this way.

JHS: is also in bed, you strip down to your panties and climb under the covers with him. He sleepily pulls you back into him, large hands drifting down your bare body. You have no trouble rousing Hoseok for drunken foreplay, he’s already hard. But he just wants a little cock warming tonight. To feel you clench around him as he plucks your nipples between nimble fingers and drifts off into the wettest dream of his life.

KNJ: was up late reading, stands up to greet you, reading glasses still on. Catches your mouth just as you tug his face to yours. The two of you clumsily fumbling with each other across the living room. He curses as he accidentally drops you onto the coffee table. But you’re unharmed and laughing, hands already reaching to tug down his sweats. Giving him a thoroughly dedicated blow job. Until he coats your throat and is moaning at you to stop.

PJM: is waiting for you in the bedroom, watching a new drama. Waiting in his boxers for the return of handsy and affectionate you. This is the only time that you’re almost as touchy with him as he is you. You don’t even take your dress off, just drop your panties at the bedroom door. Climbing onto Jimin’s lap to kiss the lips you had been thinking about since your second drink. It’s slow and intense sex that has you both crying out from overstimulation.

KTH: is mopey of course that he couldn’t go with you and the "girls". Has a bit of a wine buzz and is dancing around the kitchen to some Leon Bridges. You slip into his waltz and Tae serenades you, spinning you around the island. Until you’re pulled into a mutual kiss like two magnets, charged by the music and alcohol pulsing through your veins. He pins you against the island with his husky, low groans. Fingers slipping under the hem of your dress, and under your panties until his fingers are coated in your essence. He swallows your cries of pleasure, murmuring quiet pleas against your lips, begging for you to take him out next time.

JJK: he of course is gaming when you get home. So you slip past him, dropping your clothes along the way to catch his attention. He grumbles to his teammates in frustration, excusing himself from the game. Running to catch up with you just as you make it to the bedroom door, nude as fuck. You squeal as he spins you around and peppers wet, open mouth, kisses from your neck to the top of your knees. Before folding you across the edge of the bed, ass bare to him. Making quick, erratic work of your orgasms. Before collapsing on top of you, his t-shirt collecting the sweat that had accumulated on your back. He abandons the game to climb into bed with you, cuddling naked.

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uniquesuitcasegothcop · 4 months

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Can someone help me find this one bts fic please

It was a hoseok fic and everyone was playing seven minutes in heaven I remeber there being Soohee and they were all working in a tattoo place the mc was wearing a green dress and while the mc and hoseok were playing the did some freaky shi

Please help if you know what I'm talking about 😭🙏🙏🙏

#bts 7 minutes in heaven #hoseok x reader #jhs x reader #bts x reader #bts #bts x you #bts smut

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the-boy-meets-evil · 2 years

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bad communication | jhs x reader

summary: things between you and hoseok have been rocky, tiptoeing around each other for weeks, putting off inevitable conversations. what's the perfect solution? a new year's party thrown by kim seokjin. pairing: jhs x f!reader tags: some angst, drinking/swearing, everyone is an idiot, happy ending word count: ~7.5k a/n: i had previously put this on ao3 but i'm trying to move things over here to motivate myself to finish things

Things have been tense for the past several weeks, to say the least. You and Hoseok have been skirting around each other in your shared apartment for weeks, unsure of what to say, unsure how to fix the problems facing you. It feels quiet, where usually the sound of laughter is the first thing when anyone walks through the door. Even Mickey seems to know something is off and spends most of his time laying at either your feet or Hoseok’s, as if he’s trying to tell you something.

Here’s the thing. You and Hoseok have known each other for years, were friends for what feels like forever before you started dating. And neither one of you really thought about what that transition would look like, going from friends to a relationship. There was that time that you drank too much sitting around a firepit and your friends conveniently left you outside alone. It seemed odd at the time, until you met Hoseok’s eyes, the fire reflected back in them, and suddenly you were kissing.

One of your friends had come drunkenly stumbling back outside with more drinks and loudly announced that you two had finally kissed. And you just kind of brushed it off. You were drunk and that’s all it was, right? Everyone knew that you were an affectionate drunk, prone to lots of hugs, physical touch, and even kissing your friends. That’s why you told yourself that this wasn’t anything. You refused to acknowledge anything that could screw up the friendship.

And then, Hoseok called you the next day, asking you to spend the day after at the amusement park, which had been a weird ask. You loved everything about amusement parks, but Hoseok? Not so much. Rollercoasters, thrill rides, none of that was his thing. So, you thought it was weird, but you weren’t going to turn down one of your favorite things. Which is how it all started. You realized as soon as he picked you up that everything was different. This was a date. Hoseok took your hand, paid for tickets, swallowed his fears and went on all your favorite rides just to make you smile. It was perfect.

Which was the other thing about Hoseok, despite how long you had known him, Hoseok had never been the best about talking about his feelings. It was usually up to you to lead him into the conversations and get it out of him. The two of you had been acting like you were dating for weeks before you finally just asked him, point-blank, what was going on. There was no turning back, it was all in from there. You already knew all each other’s secrets, the embarrassing moments, the weird quirks, everything that you wouldn’t tell anyone else. You’d always been the one that pulled things out of him and made him comfortable talking about it all. That doesn’t exactly equal out to anything starting slow, though.

It had only been a matter of months into dating that your lease had run out on your apartment and Hoseok suggested you just move in instead. Which, honestly, he had a point, you spent almost all your time sleeping at one apartment or another. As long as there was enough space to retreat to when either of you needed some quiet, where was the problem?

So you’ve always known that Hoseok was more reserved with his feelings and his emotions. It’s deceptive because he’s one to make sure others are laughing, having fun, and enjoying themselves. You know, though, can always see it perfectly in his eyes, always know when something is bothering him and just what to say.

But you don’t know now. You can’t figure out what it is he’s thinking or why he’s been so quiet with you. He hasn’t wanted to go out with you when your friends call with plans. When it’s time to take Mickey out for a walk, he goes alone when you used to always go together. He wasn’t talking about work, or if there was stress caused by it. This behavior was the last thing you would have expected in all the years you had known him.

Any other night you would hate that Hoseok is working late on choreography. You know how the creative process works and sometimes that means that he doesn’t come home from the studio until the early morning hours. You hated to admit it, but you’re a light sleeper and it messes with your sleep schedule when he comes in at 3am. You don’t care that he’s out late, have no reason not to trust him, you just hate when it means it’s harder to fall back asleep.

For once, however, you’re thankful that it seems like another late night at the studio. That lets you call your best friend, Jimin, who agrees to come over with wine and take out before you even get the question out.

See, here’s the thing. You may know Hoseok better than anyone else in the world, but Jimin can also read you like a children’s book. He’s known that something was going on and only hasn’t stepped in out of respect to you and your relationship. He’s over in record time and you’re at the door the second that he knocks.

“Bad wine and greasy Chinese,” Jimin says, holding up the bag in one hand and a bottle in his other.

You step aside without another word and let Jimin inside. He knows where the glasses are, knows where to find the plates you like with takeout, and has everything you need when he moves to sit with you on the couch.

“Thanks for coming,” you say, forcing a smile.

“Let’s not pretend to smile, okay?” Jimin responds.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Chim, he isn’t talking to me and it’s so weird,” you say and try to keep the whine out of your voice.

“Which is weird since usually he doesn’t shut up,” Jimin says, but there’s really only affection behind it. He’s known the both of you for years too.

“You know what I mean. Something is going on and he won’t tell me what it is,” you say.

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” Jimin looks sympathetic but not insincere.

“Has he said anything to you?”

You know you’re reaching, that Jimin is your person and that Hoseok never confides in Jimin like that. But then there’s that whole thing about desperate times and desperate measures.

“Now, now, Pedal, you know Hobi never talks to me about anything real, especially when you’re concerned,” Jimin chides and the glare you throw him is unmatched.

“Park Jimin, I swear on everything you believe in, if anyone ever finds out why you call me that,” you begin, completely forgetting the serious conversation.

Jimin, in typical Park Jimin fashion, feigns innocence, eyes large as a doe. “You mean you don’t want me to tell everyone about the time you hit the gas pedal instead of the brake and reversed right into me?”

“It was an accident!” You feel like you’ve defended this exact position no less than 163 times in the course of your friendship with Jimin. “And I barely touched you.”

“I had to go to the hospital.”

“It was the doctor because you lost your footing and hurt your wrist breaking your fall.”

“It was a very serious injury.” Jimin is all serious and you have no idea how he was holding his composure. It’s infuriating.

“It was not! The doctor didn’t even put a brace on it and you laughed all the way there and back . I was mortified!”

The smile on Jimin’s face is smug. “The nickname sticks. Plus nobody gets it anyway. They all just assume it’s like a flower petal.”

“I hate you,” is the only answer you can muster.

“You don’t,” Jimin says confidently and finally takes an egg roll from the untouched Chinese food.

You take a moment to get some of the lo mein that Jimin knows you love before asking the real question you want an answer to. “Has he spoken to Yoongi?”

Jimin pauses and looks over at you. Whatever he sees must tell him how worried you are because his face softens. “Yoongi was helping him with a track for some new choreography, so they’ve been talking a lot about that. But if Hobi’s said anything to Yoongi about you, Yoongi hasn’t told me.”

None of this is new information. Hoseok is always looking for something new and different to bring to the table with his choreography. Yoongi, similarly, is always looking for more ways to get tracks he’s producing out into the world. So it’s only natural. And just like Jimin is your person, Yoongi is the same to Hobi. Yoongi seems to be the only other person that can ever see through the Hoseok facade to what’s really going on. You try not to let it sting that he might be speaking to Yoongi instead of you. It’s healthy, you remind yourself, to have friends other than your partner.

True to his duties as a best friend, Jimin steers you away from worrying about Hobi, sure that if there was something serious going on that Yoongi wouldn’t keep it from him. Yoongi might be soft-spoken, which you think is good for Jimin, but he’s not cruel. He cares about you too and wouldn’t keep a hurtful secret no matter how much he likes Hoseok.

You let Jimin control the TV, make you what he calls a proper plate of food so you’re eating something, pour you a very full glass of wine, and ramble on about what’s been going on at work for him. He’s a travel blogger and getting ready to go off on yet another adventure just after the new year, which he desperately wants you to join him on. This time, he’s headed to the small, beautiful island of Bermuda in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, nothing else around for miles. He’s going on about the crystal clear waters and the pink sand beaches and how you work from home anyway. Before you know it, you’re agreeing. Maybe it’s the wine, or whatever is or isn’t going on with Hoseok, but it sounds nice to get away. And, after all, the beach isn’t Yoongi’s thing as much as it is Jimin’s. Really, he insists you’re doing him a favor so he’s not alone.

The next few weeks before New Year’s seem to go by surprisingly fast. You know that it’s ridiculous and probably petty to have not told Hoseok about the trip with Jimin, you really do. It’s just that it’s never felt like he’s keeping anything from you like it does now and there’s a part of you that enjoys having a secret of your own. This, admittedly, is not really your favorite part about yourself. Hey, nobody is perfect.

Now it’s New Year’s Eve and you’re actually supposed to be heading off with Jimin in less than a week and you still haven’t told Hoseok that you’re going. Somewhere you register that this is bad, like genuinely a bad decision, but you tell that part to be quiet so that you can finish getting ready. Because it’s New Year’s Eve and that’s a worldwide holiday when you’re friends with Kim Seokjin.

Jin’s New Year’s Eve parties started as a way for him to overshadow Taehyung’s birthday because that’s just who Jin was. He hated the idea that any other person could be born the same month as him. So, if he throws a larger-than-life party the day after Taehyung celebrates his birthday, well that’s just a coincidence, he’d argue. Over the years, though, it’s morphed into everyone’s favorite party, a chance for everyone to get together and enjoy themselves. The rivalry between Jin and Taehyung is long forgotten now. Well, mostly.

You’re twisting your body this way and that to look in the mirror, examining the dress. It’s sparkly and tight with a deep v. Even though the rivalry is long gone, Kim Seokjin still expects a certain dress code for his parties and so you had let Jimin pick something out. This wasn’t really your thing normally and it definitely wasn’t your thing when you were worrying about your relationship.

“You look amazing,” Hoseok says from the doorway.

You catch sight of him over your shoulder in the mirror and your heart constricts. You always find him attractive, but this is entirely different. His black suit is fitted and the top buttons of his black dress shirt are left undone. You’re suddenly wondering if you need to go to the party at all, maybe you can just stay here and work it all out instead. There’s always been something about the sight of him dressed up like this that scrambles your brain.

“You too,” you finally managed to say, turning to face him properly.

And there it is again, that look that crosses his face that you don’t know. Like there’s something he wants to say and holds back. You hate it.

“We don’t have to go, you know.” You make the offer as if hoping that maybe it’ll lead to figuring out what’s going on.

Hoseok only shakes his head and gives you a genuine smile. “You look absolutely stunning and I’d like to go enjoy the night with all our friends.”

You let out the breath that you hadn’t been realizing you were holding. Part of you had really wanted Hoseok to agree to stay home, to at least acknowledge something was wrong, to admit that you knew him well enough to know that things were off. He hadn’t. And you had no idea why you were taking it so personally, like somehow it was an insult, but you were.

So, fine, you thought. Two could play at this game and you would go to the party, looking great, and have fun with your friends. If Hoseok didn’t want to tell you whatever it was that was wrong, that was his business. You aren’t stupid and he knows you’re not stupid. Then again, you also aren’t passing up on the chance to go to a party right now and get out of this funk. Or, at the very least, get a little drunk.

The upside to you taking longer than usual to get ready is that everyone is already at Jin’s when you and Hoseok show up. Well, almost everyone. Jimin and Yoongi are noticeably absent. Not that it’s surprising, there are few things Park Jimin loves more than attention and making an entrance is a great way to accomplish that.

What started as just smaller parties with your immediate friends expanded as Jin’s home got bigger. He wasn’t stuck in his shoebox of an apartment anymore, he had been able to afford an actual house from all those ridiculous Made for TV movies he signed up for. You know better than to bring it up, though, because you don’t want to hear the latest plot that sounds oddly like the one before it or listen to someone (usually Yoongi) make fun of him the rest of the night. Jin in a bad mood during one of his own parties was not something you wanted to experience again, thanks.

You and Hoseok aren’t one of those couples that needed to be attached to each other at parties. You’re both fairly social and while you have a lot of friends in common, you also know different people. Besides, the last thing you had ever wanted was to become a singular entity, no telling where Hoseok ended and you began. So, it’s a good thing you can carry your own separate conversations during the party.

Except things have been different. Except Hoseok hasn’t been talking to you the way he normally would. Except as you watch him talking to someone you don’t recognize and watch as he laughs, you feel like you’re missing out.

And he just goes on, like everything is normal and there’s nothing at all weird about any of this. He catches your eyes on him across the room and smiles, a genuine smile, the one that’s reserved just for you.

That should reassure you and in some fucked up way, it makes you angrier. He’s smiling at you like everything is fine, but he must know it’s not. So, what’s the smile, then? Just a way to make it seem like things are fine? A way to cover whatever is off?

“Everything okay?” The voice breaks through the argument you’re having and you realize, belatedly, it must be clear on your face that something is wrong.

You turn and find someone you hadn’t noticed, nor would you have expected to see. Hoshi. The one choreographer that Hoseok seems to have a near constant issue with. At some point you think it might’ve just been friendly competition. The world, after all, is small. You know that it hasn’t been friendly in awhile though, at least not as far as Hoseok is concerned.

The right thing to do is to turn away, just smile politely, say you’re fine, and seek out a friend to speak to, maybe Taehyung, who you’re sure is around here somewhere. The right thing to do would be to excuse yourself from speaking with someone you know your boyfriend hates.

But, here’s the thing, you’re stubborn too and you’re feeling a little bit hurt about everything that’s happened the last however many weeks. And you figure, what’s the harm in spending a few minutes speaking to someone at a party? It’s just a few minutes. You’re just going to be polite.

At first, Hoshi is surprisingly easy to speak to and you think, okay, there are worse ways to kill time at a party. He actually wants to hear what’s been going on with you and how work is. (You know Hoshi, have hung out with him before when it was more just friendly competition rather than rivalry, so it’s not unexpected that he’d ask those things).

You genuinely do lose track of time and the conversation flows easily, so there’s really no reason to excuse yourself because you don’t want to be rude and there hasn’t been that awkward lull to the chat. Well, no good reason other than Hoseok’s eyes boring a hole through the back of your head. You can feel his gaze, you don’t turn around to confirm it. And you sense the change in Hoshi’s demeanor too which tells you he’s seen Hoseok. He gets a little more smug, a little too confident.

You know you have a choice, but with a fresh drink in your hand, you can also admit it may not be the best situation for you to make the right choice. So, you just stay there, laughing too hard at things Hoshi says which really aren’t that funny, putting your free hand on his arm. Honestly, at this point you really don’t even know what Hoshi is saying, if any of it is funny, you’re just sick of feeling like you don’t know what’s going on.

It isn’t until you feel a presence at your side that you finally look away. You know before looking it isn’t Hoseok, you can always sense where he is in a room, like you’re drawn to him. It is Jimin, though, and you realize how thankful you are to see him.

The party takes a definite upturn with Jimin steering you away from the conversation with Hoshi and over towards Yoongi and Jin, who are animatedly arguing about something. Well, Jin is animated and Yoongi looks like he’s getting a headache.

It doesn’t take long for Hoseok to wander over once you’ve joined your mutual friends and wind his arm around your lower back, pressing a kiss to your temple but not saying anything. His body feels tense and you wonder if it’s because of you talking to Hoshi or something else entirely.

The conversation quickly turns to what people have going on in life and work, which Jin, being Kim Seokjin, takes as an opportunity to bless them with stories of his latest project and what it’s like working with his costars. Which, honestly, you know. It’s all the same general cast of characters and even if the actors change, they all seem to do the same sorts of things and you feel like you could recite the stories as if you had been there.

“I don’t want to hear anymore stories about Gone in a Flash , it’s enough that we’ve already had to watch it multiple times,” Yoongi comments.

“If you’re going to reference my projects, the least you could do is use their full names,” Jin huffs and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“ Gone in a Flash: A Holiday Romance ,” Yoongi says. “But, honestly Jin, it’s a Hallmark movie, isn’t the holiday romance part implied?”

“First, I got you to say the full name, so I’m taking that as a win,” Jin says, the look of superiority unmatched. “And second, if you’re saying all the movies are the same…”

“I am,” Yoongi cuts in.

“Well I don’t see you affording this big house we’re having this very nice party in,” Jin retorts.

“What’s everyone else up to?” Hoseok asks to cut off an argument. “Jimin, any trips coming up that’ll make us all jealous when you post pictures?”

“Yes, actually!” Jimin nearly squeals. “I’m off to Bermuda next and I’m so glad I convinced Pedal, here, to come with me. It’s going to be so much more fun this way.”

Hoseok goes completely rigid and he turns to you. You see the range of emotions in his eyes, hurt, anger, shock, disbelief, all of it. You want to look away, but you can’t.

“You’re going to Bermuda?” Hoseok asks and there’s no mistaking his anger in the quiet of his voice.

Jimin’s eyes go wide at the question and his hand flies to his mouth. He had clearly assumed that you had said something. That would have been the rational thing to do. Which is exactly why you didn’t do it. There’s nothing rational about the way you’ve been feeling. You hate that Jimin walked into it like that, though.

“Well, he asked and you know how much I love the islands,” you say and try to keep it casual, like it doesn’t matter.

“We’re not doing this here,” Hoseok declares and takes hold of your arm, hard enough so there’s no mistaking that you’re going with him, but still gentle enough that he doesn’t hurt you.

Hoseok pulls you off to another room within the house and you follow without a word. You know he has every right to be mad, pissed, actually. But he’s not the only one with a right and you’re hoping maybe this is how you get answers.

The rest of the party carries on with Jimin looking ghostly white at the development, left with only Yoongi and Jin. Jimin, who always has something to say, seems to be lost for words.

“What just happened?” Jin asks.

“I don’t...know,” Jimin wonders.

He’s saved from having to say anything else as three of their other friends, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon make their way over. Taehyung immediately informs them he’s seen Hoseok leading you off to a quiet part of the house and wonders what exactly happened.

“She was upset! What was I supposed to do?” Jimin asks, frantically trying to figure out how to salvage the situation.

“Invite her to Bermuda and tell her not to tell her boyfriend , obviously,” Jin quips.

“I never said she shouldn’t tell Hobi! I just...she was upset and I knew Yoongi couldn’t go and so it was like two birds, one stone, you know? Plus her and I have the best times on islands,” Jimin says.

“I distinctly remember the last time you and her went on an island vacation, she nearly ended up in jail,” Namjoon says, eyes narrowing.

“A simple misunderstanding,” Jimin cuts across with a wave of his hand.

“And you came back with a sugar daddy,” Namjoon finishes.

“I wonder how he’s doing,” Jimin muses before catching Yoongi’s glare and cutting himself off.

“You know, I don’t really support her not telling him she was going, but I’m Team Jimin for this one,” Taehyung muses. “His heart was in the right place.”

“We’re not taking sides, Tae,” Namjoon says, already sounding exhausted.

“I am decidedly not Team Jimin,” Jin announces, ignoring Namjoon.

“What side are you then?” Taehyung asks and Jin shrugs.

“Just not Jimin. I’ll take whichever the other side is. Team Joon, maybe?” Jin offers.

“Don’t drag me onto a side,” Namjoon warns.

“He’s been acting weird. If he’s not going to tell her what he’s doing, she has every right to run off to Bermuda with Jimin. I would,” Taehyung says.

“I think I’d prefer a different island, maybe...Fiji?” Jungkook offers.

“Bora Bora?” Taehyung adds on.

“That sounds fun, maybe we should go there,” Jungkook says and Taehyung smiles, an answer on the tip of his tongue.

“Can you two focus ?” Namjoon asks.

“I mean, really,” Jin chimes in.

“You’re not helping either,” Namjoon says, swiveling his stern gaze to Jin.

“I don’t get why he’s so upset though. Like yeah, it sucks she didn’t tell him, but he’s been weird and we still don’t know what that’s about,” Jimin says.

“He’s going to propose,” Yoongi says, so quietly that almost nobody hears him.

“WHAT?” comes the chorus of four men very much caught off guard, nobody more so than Jimin, nobody noticing that one other person hardly looks surprised.

“I think I just hallucinated, what did you just say?” Jimin asks.

“We haven’t just been working on tracks and choreography, we’ve been ring shopping,” Yoongi says and Namjoon sighs.

“Oh, and you just KEPT THIS FROM ME?” Jimin asks.

“We weren’t supposed to tell anyone,” Namjoon says, looking like he’s aged 10 years in this conversation alone.

“Joon knows and you couldn’t tell me?” Jimin repeats.

“Everyone knows none of us can keep our mouths shut,” Taehyung says with a shrug, not at all bothered by the development.

“He’s my boyfriend Taehyung,” Jimin retorts.

You, of course, have no idea any of this is happening, don’t get to witness Jimin freaking out while Yoongi switches between apologies and justifications. You don’t get to see Namjoon trying to mediate the situation or Jin wander off because “it’s his party and he’s not interested.” You miss Jungkook’s doe eyes flitting back and forth between each of them as they speak and Taehyung’s blasé attitude because his mind is wandering off to island vacations.

No, you don’t see any of that because you’ve been dragged off to the spare bedroom by a Very Angry Hoseok who shuts the door behind you without a word. You don’t miss the way his nostrils are flared or the uncharacteristic frown on his face. You don’t miss the way he paces, which is another thing he doesn’t normally do. You don’t miss the way his hand almost involuntarily twitches toward his pocket, as if he’s itching for something. If you didn’t know for absolute certain that Hoseok didn’t smoke cigarettes, you would have thought he was reaching for one. It was a nervous gesture and Hoseok was never prone to nerves.

You see, the thing about Hoseok is that he has no problem being the center of attention. It’s not like he actively seeks it out or anything, it’s just that it’s always kind of on him and he’s never seemed to mind. You’d once heard that sunflowers always positioned themselves towards the sun and it immediately reminded you of him. Hoseok was the sun and everyone else in his orbit was a sunflower, angling toward him without even thinking. And he’s like that picture of the sun you always drew as a kid, like it had a smile. That was him, the constantly smiling sunshine that drew everyone in without trying.

So this Hoseok? The one that’s nervously pacing, that’s scowling, and has been acting weird for weeks? This Hoseok makes you nervous, makes you unsure of what’s coming, makes you wish that you had told him about the trip before Jimin blurted it out semi-drunkenly at a party.

Okay, so yes. You were definitely punishing Hoseok a little for the way he had been acting. You definitely thought that if he was keeping secrets, then you could too. Now it occurs to you that nothing about that was the adult way to handle things, not with someone you loved, and you felt terrible.

“When were you gonna tell me?” Hoseok finally breaks the silence and his voice is low, raspy even, He doesn’t even meet your eyes and you wish he would yell.

But he won’t yell, you know he won’t yell. You don’t think Hoseok has yelled at you in the entire time you’ve known him.

He has been angry before, usually directed at others. And it’s...well it’s something else.

Hoseok is passionate, intense. It’s one of the first things you remember noticing about him that you found attractive. You never really dwelled on it back then, probably because you knew you’d be done for. It became one of your favorite things once you started dating, made him so incredibly attractive to you. Every move was precise, his attention was laser focused. Your body reacts to the thoughts without your permission and it’s so inappropriate in this moment, this moment when he’s angry at you.

His head lifts and his eyes lock onto yours. You can see the fire behind them, feel paralyzed under just his gaze.

You swallow hard, not for the first time, and hope you can find your voice with a clear of your throat. “I was getting to…”

“Oh really?” Hoseok asks, stepping closer to you, which forces you to take a step back unconsciously. “When exactly were you getting to it?”

You swallow again. His voice is low and dangerous, dripping with disdain. His eyes never leave yours and you’re not sure if you’ve ever blinked that much in your life.

“I just...things have been weird,” you stammer.

“Have they?” Hoseok asks, another step toward you and your back is against the wall now, keeping a measured distance between you.

Your heart races and if you could feel embarrassed, you probably would. You feel your body caught in a weird mix of frightened and turned on. Frightened by the tone of his voice and the cold stare to his eyes, not frightened that he would ever hurt you. You know he never would.

“So were you teaching me a lesson, then?” Hoseok asks and takes another step forward, body getting closer. There was nowhere left for you to go.

“I wasn’t,” you manage and he tuts his tongue, disappointed.

“And what was it when you were spending all that time talking to Hoshi,” Hoseok says, voice dropping lower still. He’s nearly pressed against you now, though, so you hear every word. “You’ve never had all that much to talk about before.”

“We were just…” you begin and it actually seems like he’s going to let you answer this one.

No explanation comes. Really, what can you say? You knew what you’d been doing, knew it would annoy him. And it was intentional. He knew it was intentional.

“Just what?” Hoseok wonders, eyes still almost ferocious as they raked your face for an answer. “Trying to get my attention by talking to the one choreographer here that you know I can’t stand?”

“It wasn’t like that,” you say and you’re not even sure you’re convincing yourself.

“Wasn’t it?” Hoseok asks, his words like a whisper against your skin as he presses against you. “And then,” he pulls back as he says this, “after you’ve spent an hour talking to someone you know I hate, Jimin informs us all you’re going on vacation with him.”

You’re trying to form words, really, you are. You want to tell him that it’s felt so off and you’re not proud of what you did. And then there’s that voice in your head asking aren’t you though? Because this is the most normal it’s felt with him in weeks. What does that say? He’s angry and you’re turned on by his proximity.

He sighs and pulls away. “You’re enjoying that, aren’t you? Did you do all this just to get my attention? Well mission fucking accomplished, I guess.”

And the illusion is shattered just like that. His voice is still low and very much still angry, but now it only sounds pissed off and tired. Whatever that moment had been, it was over and just the anger remained.

With that space, your head clears, at least enough to form thoughts. At least enough to remember that you’re mad at him too.

“Well this is basically the most you’ve said to me in weeks,” you say and ignore that you sound like a petulant child for saying so.

“Excuse me?” Hoseok looks genuinely surprised.

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks! You never want to hang out with our friends, you’re spending your entire life in that damn studio or with Yoongi working on some secret project,” you said, feeling it spilling out like a waterfall. “And I know you’ve checked my phone a few times. Which, like, I don’t care, you can look at it if you want, but you used to at least ask.”

“So instead of just talking to me, you tried to make me jealous by talking to Hoshi?” Hoseok’s nostrils flare and you know it touched more than a nerve.

“Honestly, Hoseok, we were just talking.”

“Really? Is that what you call it when you were flipping your hair over your shoulder, giggling, and touching his arm? And that smug bastard kept looking at me because even he knew. I know you saw him looking over your shoulder, you must’ve known it was at me.”

“I thought you were over that stupid feud. You’ve clearly won, you know you’re the better choreographer,” you say and wonder why you’re comforting him.

“And what’s that shit with Jimin? How long ago did that happen?” Hoseok asks, never once raising his voice. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wish he’d yell. This scary, quiet, almost calm thing is so much worse.

“I don’t know, a few weeks ago when he came over and we had wine and Chinese,” you say with a shrug.

“Looks like I’m not the only one keeping things to myself, huh?” Hoseok cocks an eyebrow at you like a challenge.

“So you are keeping things,” you say, thinking you’ve pinned him.

“And you’re doing this just to get back at me,” Hoseok retorts immediately. “What happened to the woman that called me out when I was in my head?”

“You’ve been distant, I didn’t know what to do!” Your voice has gone desperate, almost pleading. Because, yeah, he’s been distant but you acted like a child. And that’s not cool.

Hoseok is quiet for a long moment, too long of a moment and you aren’t sure if you should be angry as well or cry. He sighs heavily and you watch his face change from anger to...something you can’t quite place.

“Hobi, baby, I’m so sorry. I was being an idiot and it was so immature. It’s just...in all the years we’ve known each other, you’ve never kept anything from me. No matter what, good, bad, ugly, you’ve shared it all and I thought,” you say and take a deep breath, looking away. “I thought you stopped loving me.”

You feel him rather than hear him as he closes the space between you again and uses one of his long, slender fingers to tilt your chin up. His eyes are soft again, still something simmering underneath, but it seems like the anger might be gone.

“It was so stupid, I knew it was stupid. And I knew I should just ask you what was going on, but I was scared of what you’d say. Then the longer it went on, the harder it was to ask you and the more I saw every little movement as you pulling away,” you said and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “And god Hoshi is so fucking annoying. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“At least you haven’t forgotten that,” is all Hoseok says at first.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat and he smiles before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I know these past weeks haven’t been easy on you and I’m sorry for that too. If you could’ve just waited until tonight, then it would have all made sense. But if you could have then you wouldn’t be you, the most frustrating, impatient, exhausting, incredible, intelligent, kind, wonderful woman I fell in love with,” Hoseok says and you smile despite him starting with less than complimentary descriptions.

“Yeah, love you too, babe,” you joke.

“I had this whole plan, but it doesn’t seem right now,” Hoseok says and reaches into the same pocket his hand flinched towards earlier.

Your breathing stops, your eyes go wide. Surely he’s not about to…

And there’s the velvet box in his hand, that he flicks open easily.

“This is why I’ve been acting so strange. Because I’ve been walking around with a ring in my pocket for weeks, worrying you’d find it, worrying you would ruin this whole big plan I had to propose to you at this party, in front of all of our closest friends,” Hoseok says and you’re genuinely speechless. “I’m sorry I looked at your phone. There were a few times I thought you’d figured it out so I was trying to make sure you hadn’t.”

Your eyes meet his with a question and you find the answer immediately. He’s serious. This is actually happening.

“So? Do I have to get down on one knee and ask or are you going to just say yes and marry me?”

Hoseok looks smug as he takes in your expression. His face blurs a bit and you wonder if you’ve actually had that much to drink before you feel his fingers gently brushing away tears.

“You’re such a fucking idiot and I hate you.”

That’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth and for some reason it makes him smile. He doesn’t need another answer, he just slips the ring onto your finger and pulls you against him, lips meeting yours immediately. The kiss is filled with a thousand unspoken words of things you’ve both wanted to say for weeks. It starts slow and easy, only saying sorry for what you’ve done in the past few weeks. But, as always seems to be the case with you and Hoseok, it quickly changes to desire, wanting, a need to be as close as possible. It’s one of those kisses where you wonder if the world is about to disappear around you and you’re not worried, because you have him. The person who means more to you than anything else in the world.

As much as you want to just keep kissing Hoseok into the new year, you know that you both need to head back to the actual party. Neither one of you seems to want to let the other go, though, now that things finally feel settled again. You apologize again for being an idiot, he apologizes for how weird things have been. Life feels much better again.

And you're kissing him again, an intensity to it that hasn't been there for the past several weeks. All other thoughts have flown out of your head and you can only focus on the feel of Hoseok's lips on yours. It's a lot of effort to pull away again, but you can't actually celebrate with him in one of Jin's guest bedrooms. First, Jin would somehow find out and would throw an absolute fit. Second, your friends are nosy as hell. Even if they mean well, one of them will absolutely be knocking in another minute or two.

To really make a statement, and drive Jin crazy, you grab a glass once you’re back in the throws of the party, raising it and tapping on the side. You announce that you and Hoseok are getting married and are met with cheers from people that don’t even know you.

Once the toast is over, you’re hug attacked by Jimin, who has tears in his eyes and you don’t even know why. Your other friends are right behind him.

“How could you upstage me at my own party where I’m already upstaging Taehyung’s birthday?” Jin asks, nearly screeches if you’re being honest.

“SO YOU ADMIT IT!” Taehyung is looking both angry and victorious, which makes for a weird combination.

“Please, Taehyung, the adults are speaking,” Jin tsks.

“I know I was on board but weren’t you two just fighting like 15 minutes ago? Should you really be getting married?” Namjoon asks, always the practical one.

You feel pretty oblivious to the chaos swirling around you, not only because you’re used to it and it’s this way whenever you’re all together, but also because you’re just happy. This is far better than what your brain had assumed Hoseok was up to.

“I think it’s cute,” Jimin declares, eyes large and round as he looks at two of his favorite people.

“You’re only saying that because you kind of started the fight,” Taehyung says and Jimin frowns at him.

“You were Team Jimin like 10 minutes ago, what happened?” Jimin asks.

“I realized that I need to be Team Taehyung,” he answers like it should be obvious.

“Judas,” Jimin mutters.

“Shouldn’t we be talking about those two? They just got engaged?” Jungkook asks, wide eyes on you and Hoseok.

“No we should not, this is still my party ,” Jin says.

The chatter continues to swirl. Jimin still thinks it’s Romantic, Taehyung is mad that Jin wants to upstage his birthday (which is stupid, really, you think, because it’s always been obvious that was the reason), Jungkook is just taking it all in with wide eyes and saying very little, Namjoon is trying to mediate, Jin is waxing poetic about the injustice of the lack of attention he’s getting at his own party, and Yoongi tries to support Joon’s point (that you were just fighting 15 minutes ago and maybe you should sort that out before getting engaged).

“You know,” you say to Hoseok, knowing everyone else can hear you because it’s the first thing you’ve said since Jin’s announcement his party had been upstaged, “what do you think of a winter wedding?”

Hoseok smiles at you, a little bit of mischief in his eyes. “Winter might be nice.”

“December 4th sounds like a good date, don’t you think?” you say and this stops the argument where nothing else could. Well, maybe starts a new one.

“Stop it! Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare!” Jin is pointing a finger at you while he says this.

“Why? Is that date a problem?” You’re the picture of innocence and Jin hates it.

But you’re saved by the bell as Jin's phone rings and his eyes go wide, not even bothering to make excuses before running off to answer it.

You know you haven’t heard the end of it. You absolutely will not be allowed to get engaged at Kim Seokjin’s New Year’s Eve party only to then get married on his birthday. He will drop dead before letting you hear the end of that. And, really, you don’t want to get married in December anyway. It’s just fun to rile him up.

He’s back far sooner than expected and wearing a huge smile in place of his frown. “Get married whenever you want. GONE IN A FLASH: A HOLIDAY ROMANCE 2 IS HAPPENING!”

“Jin literally nobody needs to hear the full name of that movie,” Yoongi sighs. “Or for there to be a sequel.”

“Shut up, Yoongi,” Jin says in almost a sing-song voice. “I’d like to propose a toast.”

You’re hesitant to go along with any toast proposed by Jin but you did just get engaged so maybe it’s worth seeing this through. Glasses rise into the air, following Jin’s lead.

“A toast to you both,” Jin says, looking at you and Hoseok. “Even though you got engaged at my big party, I’m getting the sequel we all know I deserve, so I’m happy for you. Cheers!”

Everyone looks at you and you can’t help but burst into laughter. That’s exactly what you should have expected and honestly, it’s perfect. It’s the perfect toast to celebrate getting engaged in possibly one of the most chaotic and unnecessary ways possible.

#bts fic #bts imagines #jhs x reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok imagine #bts scenarios

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BTS fic recs: February 2024

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | 💜 (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Friend or Fuck pt. 2 @joonsmagicshop [10k] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Namjoon hasn't forgotten the promise he made you and he's ready to deliver.

🗨️ this part two really didn’t disappoint!!! So fucking good!!! I loved all the tension and Jungkook being the best (teasing) friend 😆 High recommend it— also reading part one first, if you haven’t already ✨

⭐Mistakes we Knew we were Making @btsgotjams27 [1.9k] // knj x f.reader // slice of life, marriage!au (failed marriage) divorce!au, exes!au // 🌩️

📝 young, careless, and in love. that's how mistakes are made.

🗨️ this was beautiful; slightly angsty and a bit heart wrenching, but wonderfully written 🥹✨ loved it very much 🥰

Where’s what I didn’t get to read this month, but itching to lay my eyes on:

The Sheriff @ppersonna

Hammer it Home @gukslut

Mistletoe @belovedkingx

Also, please take a look at last year’s Namjoon recs right here for more 💜

I truly feel so fucking sorry that I didn’t get to read any Seokjin fics this month. I’m a bad bun bun.

Where’s what I didn’t get to read this month, but itching to lay my eyes on:

10 Years @yoonpobs

My Plus One @btsgotjams27

Dream Come True @sugaurora

Also, please take a look at last year’s Seokjin recs right here for more 💜

⭐Things that Grow @violetsiren90 [0.9k] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, idol!au // 🥰🌩️

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ it is so fucking beautiful, I can’t even begin to articulate… fuck. I know it’s very short, but dammit I love it. Every single freaking word in this is PERFECTION.

⭐Hard Liquor @chateautae [8k] // myg x f.reader x jjk // business!au, age!au, executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader // 🥵

📝 your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

🗨️ it was SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE like I don’t even know where to begin??? The smut??? That has left me in utter need of Holy Water, because DAMN 🥵 The writing, flow of the story was also just 💯✨

⭐Broken, pt. 2 [3tan ongoing series] @kithtaehyung [15.3K] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 the championship game lights up... and everything goes down.

🗨️ I can’t truly articulate how much I adore 3tan (and Ryen) 😭 This chapter was another fucking perfection, and if you didn’t know it was out, this is your PSA 😂💖

⭐Make Me @violetsiren90 [16k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, f2fwb, BDSM lifestyle // 🥵

📝 you’ve been friends with Hobi for years, and he’s your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

🗨️ oh. My.Goodness. My soul left my body multiple times when I read this!!! It is incredible!!! Really love this one, and if you like BDSM this is definitely for you, but even if you don’t (like me, this was out of my ‘comfort zone’) you will still enjoy it ✨👏💯

Where’s what I didn’t get to read this month, but itching to lay my eyes on:

Benefits @cutechim

Just Like Christmas @yeoldontknow

Hurricane @floralseokjin

Also, please take a look at this year’s Hoseok fics right here for more 💜

⭐Peaches and Cream @snackhobi [9.1k] // pjm x f.reader // neighbor!au // 🥵

📝 you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.

🗨️ I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK AT PEACHES THE SAME WAY AGAIN 🥵

Thank you very much, this was so fucking hot I think I’m malfunctioning. And now, I’ve time I’ll eat a peach, or watch other people eat peaches— I’ll forever think of this story 🥵💯✨

Where’s what I didn’t get to read this month, but itching to lay my eyes on:

High on Love @peachypinkygloss

Give me Love [completed series] @writtenwhalien

Secrets by the Shore @chateautae

Also, please take a look at last year’s Jimin recs right here for more 💜

⭐Wanna Stream a Porno [part of the Wannabe Photographer Chronicles] @gimmethatagustd [4.8k] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers, sex work, dub/sub themes // 🥵

📝 at this point, attempting to deny that you have feelings for Taehyung is laughable. Even his subscribers can sense the chemistry between the two of you.

🗨️ not gonna lie, the smut had me dripping 🥵 So fucking perfect like the rest of the series! If you haven’t read it or the series… GET TO IT ✨

⭐A Christmas Fix one & two @yoonia [54.7k] // kth x f.reader // christmas!au, secret baby!au, second chance!au, s2l // 🥵🌩️🥰😂

📝 one-night stands are supposed to be nothing more than just. It shouldn’t have involved seeing those two red lines looking back at you weeks later without a name or a contact number linking you back to your mystery man. Nothing more but his face. The unforgettable face that would sometimes appear in your dreams at night. So unforgettable that you immediately recognise him the moment he walks into your family home at Christmas, hand-in-hand with your older stepsister.

🗨️ this is VERY DRAMA— but fuck I loved every single fucking line in this 😭 My heart was beating fast in my chest at time, times where I was flat out crying or wanting to pull my hair out. But that is exactly what I love about fanfiction and why I can’t recommend this enough!!! The plot was just exceptional, the storytelling was on point ✨

Also, please take a look at last year’s Taehyung recs right here for more 💜

⭐To Give a Helping Hand @oddinary4bts [1.8k] // jjk x f.reader // idol!au // 🥵

📝 when Jungkook comes home from the gym, he goes feral thinking about you.

🗨️ I don’t know where to begin… everything Ella writes is pure gold, why would this short one be any different? 🥵 I fucking loved it; it was hot and Jungkook was so needy! And you know what? I think she’s working on part two!!!!! ✨🥵 (seriously, can’t recommend this enough!!!)

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [14k] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

🗨️ I was so lucky to read this before it was posted and damn! Jungkook is shady in this one and it is so interesting to follow his relationship with MC. It is morally grey in it’s vibes, so if you’re into those type of things, I really recommend giving this a read ✨💜

⭐You’ve Got a Dog in Me @jimlingss [20k] // jjk x f.reader // food truck!au, s2l // 🥰😂

📝 life is relatively peaceful and productive as a CEO of your own business. You’re thriving. But when Jeon Jungkook sets up shop right next to you — it’s the fucking showdown of the century. HOT DOGS VERSUS CORN DOGS.

🗨️ omg omg omg this was just so fucking cute and funny 🥹🥰✨ loved it 💖 Like I was laughing so much while reading this! Highly recommend it!!

⭐Does he Know? @letjungcoook7 [1.7k] // jjk x f.reader // cheating!au // 🥵

📝 things can get complicated when you're involved with your boyfriend's brother.

🗨️ okay— normally I stay away from cheating!aus… but this is written by a friend and I want to show my support! And you know what? It was fucking hot! 🥵 A lot of questionable actions, yes. But the smut 👏 I highly recommend this one too 💖

Also, please take a look at last year’s Jungkook recs right here for more 💜

I’m so sorry for not having read enough this month 😭 I’ve been so busy with writing and some personal health issues also came up… that I didn’t even meet my own reading quota and I feel bad 😢

I hope March will be a lot better reading wise, although I’m still writing My Heart’s Home, but after that, I think I’ll take a small break from writing and just go nuts with reading, because I miss that 🥲

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan).

Borahae 💜

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