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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Hidden (Kim Hongjoong) Rated

Pairing: Soccer Jock! Kim Hongjoong (Ateez)× Nerd! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, College AU.

Summary: There's nothing that makes Hongjoong feel better after a game than to spend it with his secret girlfriend.

Word Count: 3.5+K

Warnings: male breast play (we love the hiddies), light gropings, dry humping, light degradation, corruption kink, unprotected soft, vanilla sex (always use protection), dom! Hongjoong, sub/slightly inexperienced reader.

Taglist: @seacottons (I wrote this for you ♡), @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux @brie02 @multidreams-and-desires @daniblogs164 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers when their prized center forward kicked the ball with full force into the opposing team's goal, effectively allowing them to take victory over another college from the area. His teammates hoisted the bleach blonde male over their shoulders, parading him around the field and letting the spectators admire him once more. The athlete shyly smiled and gave tiny waves towards the crowd. His eyes passed through all the rows of people standing about, searching and scanning for a particular person he hoped would come to see him.

Once he spotted a familiar red plain hoodie tucked near the very end of the bleachers, his smile grew even wider and he even felt bold enough to send a wink their way, the tiny group of admirers sitting nearby mistakenly thinking it was directed at them. The figure in the hoodie tried not to let any suspicious look give her away, but even she couldn't stop the faint pink hue that appeared on the apples of her cheeks. He mouthed a few words to her, which she understood to mean for her to wait for him at a certain place while he went to go get changed. Quickly picking up her bag, she made way to step down the bleachers, but unfortunately for her the little group of popular girls had the same idea, thus ending in one of them bumping into her rather harshly and sending her crashing down onto the concrete stairs that allowed one to get out of the spectator area.

The soccer player of course saw this and slightly hissed when he watched her palms come out instinctively to lessen her fall, only imagining the stinging sensation they went through. He then turned his attention to the tiny clique leader who looked completely unapologetic, her mouth saying something that he couldn't quite make out, but judging from the way her little minions snickered and laughed, he deduced it was only another one of the usual jabs they liked to fling at the poor girl. And he hated it, the scowl clearly visible on his face. Just when he was about to turn around and give them a piece of his mind, the victim looked up and gestured for him not to intervene and just run along to the showers. He hesitated briefly until she once again assured him she was fine, getting up and quickly escaping before another accident occurred.

Left with no choice but to follow her instructions, the soccer player joined the others in the showers to freshen up after a long and arduous game. He made sure to be quick about it, as he wanted to go check up on her injuries as soon as possible. After drying off completely, he stuffed all his belongings into his bag without caring to check if he was crushing anything and sped out of there. Along the way to the place where he parked his car, he only waved at his fellow classmates and belatedly ignored the prissy bullies that caused the incident back at the bleachers.

"Snakes." He mumbled to himself as he passed by them.

Rounding a tiny corner of the building, he took out his keys and unlocked his car, looking around in confusion when he didn't see the person he was expecting anywhere nearby. Hearing a tiny rustling of leaves, he rolled his eyes when he finally realized they were hiding behind the hedge that decorated the stairs that led one inside the building.

"There's no one else around, now come out of there before the groundskeeper finds out you were messing up his artistic shrubbery." He called out as he walked over to the hedge.

Peeping her head out, the girl looked right then left to make sure he wasn't lying before throwing one leg over the green barrier, trying to get out. It definitely proved more difficult getting out than getting in, as her foot accidentally got stuck when she tried to swing her other leg out. She grunted softly as she tried to yank her foot out, which she eventually accomplished but with how hard she pulled she was thrown off balance. Had the male behind her not have run up to catch her, she would have surely hit her head on the floor. Luckily he had indeed caught her before such tragedy occurred. Looking up, his unamused face was bearing down on her.

"Thanks?" She sheepishly said.

"Don't mention it honey bunch." He snorted when she frowned at one of the many nicknames he enjoyed teasing her with.

"Don't start now Kim Hongjoong." She grumbled with a huff as she sat upright.

When she turned around, she had no chance to say or do anything as he took her hands and made her palms face him. Hongjoong sighed when he saw the tiny scrapes on her fragile skin.

"I'll be fine. It's just a scratch." She asserted before he got anymore upset.

"These 'scratches', and the mean names, wouldn't happen at all if only you'd let people know about us."

She recoiled slightly at his words. He was right, she knew that. Still, she was hesitant about letting the entire school know about their secret relationship, something that he was more than eager about sharing. But he respected her need and wanting of privacy, even if it irritated slightly at times.

"I'll be fine Hongjoong. Really... their words don't bother me anymore. And besides, I'd rather not have all eyes at me at every moment. I like being an invisible wallflower." She repeated what she often said.

He understood her, but couldn't help the sigh that came out his lips.

"Honestly L/N Y/N, I don't know what to do with you sometimes." He confessed as he turned her palms over, his eyes focusing on her left hand. Or more precisely, on the black promise ring that was wrapped around her left finger. He smiled softly as he rubbed his thumb over it, knowing that on the inside of it, his name was engraved in white, followed by his birthstone in the shape of a heart. He wore a similar one around his neck, held up by chain that dangled right above his chest, close to his heart. Only the one he wore was a white band and had his lover's name in black with her own birthstone on it. It was a present he had bought for their 1 year anniversary, which had happened not too long ago. Every time he saw her wear it, he felt a warm and tranquil feeling in his soul. He himself never took off the chain off his neck, only when he needed to shower and even then, he made sure to never misplace it.

It was a somewhat nostalgic feeling, standing there, holding her hands kinda like the first time he worked up the courage to come up to her and state his interest in dating her. Even to that day, he couldn't believe she would have actually agreed. He was so happy and full of bliss at having her that he couldn't help himself as he closed his eyes and began leaning his face towards hers. His girlfriend widened her eyes and let out a muffled shriek before pulling away from him. Hongjoong grunted angrily as he walked after her towards his car.

"It's not a crime to kiss my girlfriend in public you know." He exclaimed.

"Someone might see us." She kindly reminded him.

Throwing his hands up in frustration, Hongjoong was about to start nagging but opted for taking a deep breath instead to calm down.

"Ok fine, but once we get behind closed doors, I'm expecting a lot of cuddles and smooches from you. You've been giving me the cold treatment at school even beyond what we agreed on and I'm slightly hurt." He pouted as he turned on the ignition.

Shaking her head, Y/N leaned over and placed a peck on Hongjoong's cheek.

"Ok you baby. Only because you were amazing on the field today."

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Safe in the sanctuary and privacy of her apartment, Y/N couldn't hold herself back now as she tangled her limbs around her boyfriend, face pressed against his chest. Hongjoong couldn't stop himself from snorting when he felt her cheek rubbed against one of his protruding pectoral muscles. The arm that was stationed around her frame came up to lightly scratch the back of her head.

"Having fun there you cuddle bug?" He raised an eyebrow at her when she snuggled closer to him.

"Hmmm yeah. Your man boobs make such comfortable pillows." She beamed as she reached one hand up to caress the muscle that her face wasn't buried in.

"They are not boobs Y/N. We've been over this how many times?" He dropped his head back onto the pillow as he released an exhausted and frustrated groan.

Feeling a bit on the bolder side that evening, Y/N shifted her weight over so she was fully laying on top of him.

"If they're not boobs, how come I can do this?"

Hongjoong half gasped- half moaned when he felt his girlfriend's mouth part and latched onto one of his highly sensitive nipples. Of course his girlfriend took advantage of this little fact, suckling onto his skin in a tender manner. Hongjoong lost himself in the feeling of her tongue flicking at his hardened peaks, closing his eyes as she kept on enveloping his buds with her warm mouth, first one breast then moving to the other one. This time her suction was a little more rough, teeth baring to lightly bite on the skin around his nipple. Hongjoong obviously didn't mean and was thoroughly enjoying the more harsher treatment as he began bucking his hips up against hers, his tent brushing against her folds which were only covered by her cotton underwear.

Satisfied at being able to rile her boyfriend up, Y/N sat up with a smirk as she peered down at Hongjoong's dazed look. Before he could get a word out, his girlfriend begin grinding herself against his bulge, her hands steadying themselves on his lean but firm abs. Hongjoong looked up at her, his eyes glowing with the same lust that mirrored in her own. Not able to bear to leave her in charge, his hands came up to grip her hips, forcing her to stop momentarily before they started taking control of her movements. He guided her so every time her clothed mound would rub against his tent they would both feel the best friction between them. Not only was he in full control of her body rolls, he made sure to lift his hips up so she would feel him even more. The air around them thickened as their sexual tension grew more and more, their once soft sighs turning more into heavy panting as they both waited for the other one to give in and say they wanted more than just the semi clothed dry humping they were currently doing.

Y/N knew fully well Hongjoong wouldn't say anything, it was in his nature. He'd just keep donning that signature smirk he was hailing at her at the moment as he continued to grind himself up at her. She knew he wanted her to tell him how much she wanted him, as a form of payback for not acknowledging him back at the university. She wanted to play at his game, keep her mouth shut and even get off him only to leave him frustrated and aching. But she had no will or mind to do that. Not when her body yearned for his, cried out to have him pin her to the bed as he tore through her intimate places. She couldn't hold back any longer, her bottom lip was starting to hurt from how hard she was biting down on it.

"What's wrong babygirl? Something on your mind? Do you want something?" He teased her as he moved his hands to cup her ass, fingers digging into her flesh and brushing against the hem of her panties.

"Hongjoong... I want...I want.." Even after having done this quite a few times, she was still very nervous and shy about requesting such things from him.

"Use your words darling, I know you can use them. After all, you're the smartest person in school. So tell me...."

Sitting up so he could lean his face close to hers, Hongjoong brushed his lips against hers, replacing her teeth with his own as he tugged at the corner where she had been biting on just a few seconds ago.

"What do you want?" He asked once more, hands going underneath her shirt so they could fondle her perky breasts, a satisfied grin lightly appearing on his face when he discerned the subtle whine that came from her throat.

"You, I want you." She finally answered, her arms wrapping around his neck as she closed the space between them and kissed him passionately.

Their tongues tangled themselves together in a desperate and slightly sloppy fashion. Flipping their positions, Hongjoong carefully laid Y/N down on the mattress, never once breaking their kiss even when his hand dropped down to tug her underwear down her legs. She helped him out by lifting her hips up and was about to pull the hoodie over her head, but Hongjoong stopped her.

"No baby. Keep it on. You look more adorable wearing my clothes." Briefly pulling away from her, he had a cocky smile as he rid himself out of his own boxers.

"Even if I do enjoy taking them off you." He admitted with no shame, which didn't surprise her.

Prying her legs open so he could fit himself between them, Hongjoong peppered butterfly kisses across her forehead and temples, sighing blissfully as he aligned himself at her entrance.

"I love you." He always made sure to state those 3 words before they got lost in their love.

"I know. I love you too." She responded.

Satisfied at hearing his confession being reciprocated, Hongjoong slowly pushed himself inside her, always taking care to be gentle as his lovely girlfriend wasn't as experienced as he was. He let her walls adjust to the intrusion of his member as he busied himself by kissing along the side of her neck and near her jaw while his thumbs rubbed circles on her waist. Y/N took a deep breath and lightly tapped his arm, a sign for him to start moving.

Hongjoong started off with slow and deep strokes, making sure to angle his hips properly so his head would brush against that sweet spot that would have the girl underneath him crying out his name. Y/N's eyes dropped down to look in between their bodies, always fascinated by the image of Hongjoong's cock disappearing inside her. One of her hands came up and slid underneath her covered stomach, a soft gasp escaping her lips when she felt her boyfriend's bulge poke out from under her skin. Noticing this, Hongjoong chuckled softly.

"You like that baby? Like feeling my cock deep inside of you?"

She could only respond with a light nod of her head as she released a faint moan that turned louder when Hongjoong abruptly slammed back into her at a quicker pace.

"You feel so good around me love. You're so tight, warm, and soft- fuck! I can't get enough of you." He hissed as he continued to roll his hips into her.

Y/N loved hearing him say things like that to her. Hearing him say how much he wanted her, it turned her into puddy. However, there was something she had been meaning to ask him to try but didn't know how to approach the topic. Figuring it was the best opportunity then, she looked up at him with large eyes.

"Hongjoong? Can we try something tonight?"

His eyes instantly lit up when she asked that, always eager to satisfy anything she was curious about or wanted to try.

"Of course. Anything you want." He assured her.

"Then can you..... can you degrade me a little?"

Hongjoong suddenly stopped moving and blinked at her with a worried expression on his face. Y/N wondered if maybe she shouldn't have asked that given his reaction. She watched as Hongjoong's bottom lip poked out in a light pout.

"Baby why on earth would you want something like that?" He tilted his head at you.

"I just.... I want you to call me your bad girl." She muttered softly, feeling embarrased at declaring that.

Hongjoong let out a heavy sigh as he cupped her cheeks and squished her face.

"But you're not a bad girl darling. You're my good girl. My sweet, kind and obedient angel who doesn't misbehave or cause trouble." He reasoned with her as he planted his lips on her cheek.

Y/N let out a tiny huff as she began to think she would not be getting what she was hoping for.

"That's what everybody else thinks....don't they?" She could hear and feel the shift in Hongjoong's mood, confirmed even further when he suddenly clasped her wrists and pinned them above her head as he started moving once again, only this time it was a more rough and fast pace. He stared down at Y/N with a hungry gaze, tongue poking out to lick his lips as he slammed his hips deeper in her.

"Got everybody in school fooled thinking you're such a goody two shoes, little miss perfect who is oh so sweet, innocent and pure, has never even kissed anyone."

Hongjoong smirked mischievously, pausing briefly before continuing.

"How do you think they'll react when they found out I ruined you? What will they say about the fact you opened your legs for me and allowed me to steal your virginity?"

Y/N threw her head back against the pillow and groaned loudly. It was true, she had let Hongjoong take away her purity a few months back. It wasn't anything she regretted, she loved and trusted him enough to give herself up to him, and she knew the feeling was mutual with him. And now to have him use that against her at that moment, to remind her of it, it felt amazing.

"What will your parents say? Their perfect daughter not only dating behind their back but actually letting her boyfriend stay over with her and fuck her into the sheets. Bet they'd be mad, bet they'll hate me for tainting their precious little angel." He laughed in a mocking tone.

Y/N's moaning now turned to whining and whimpering, her legs wrapping around Hongjoong's waist when the unrelenting tempo of his thrusts was threatening to throw her over the edge. Hongjoong knew this too given he felt everytime she clenched around his shaft, her walls squeezing onto him as if her life depended on it. He muffled his raspy pants when his lips attacked her mouth once more, his pecks aggresive and teeth nipping at her bottom lip.

"And so many guys will be jealous. You don't know but I've overheard even some of my teammates whisper about how they wanted to rob you of your innocence. Hell, I know for a fact even some of the professors wanted to shove their cocks inside your little pussy." As he dished out those tiny secrets she never knew about, Hongjoong's pounding became more harsh and he snarled with jealousy at the thought of anyone else looking at his prized possession in an erotic way.

Y/N clung onto him as she was on the brink of topping over, nails raking along his back.

"But they'll never get a chance because you're mine. All mine. This pussy of yours is mine. I claimed it a while back and only I get to fuck it. It's mine..... you're mine."

Unable to contain herself anymore, Y/N softly cried out Hongjoong's name as her body started twitching underneath his, face heating up as her juices pooled down her body. With only a few more strokes, Hongjoong himself was shooting his own cum into her, letting out shaky breaths that matched hers, their bodies collapsing on the bed as they tried to recover from the orgasm they just had.

After a few minutes and with his heartbeat back to normal, Hongjoong looked over at the girl beside him. Taking her hand, he held her arm up and aligned it with his so that the matching couple tattoos they got the month before would connect. It was a rather simple and subtle design, both of their wrists decorated with a beach wave that to anyone else wouldn't look out of place or arouse suspicions, but when they held it against each other, the waves formed a heart, which was exactly what Hongjoong was admiring at the moment. Rolling her over so she was facing him, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist so it would be easier to slip himself back inside the warmth of her walls. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, both of their eyes closing as they began to drift into a serene sleep, safe in each other's arms.

"I love you munchkin." He giggled when her hand smacked his chest.

"Don't start or else you're sleeping on the couch."

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so-cool-day6 · 4 years

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ok here this suggestive n kinda smutty kevin thing

i'm absolutely no real writer so i apologize in advance lol

i wanna put some warnings to b safe, again ive never done this but i wanna do my best hshhsshshh

- slight degradation

- implied rlly rough sex

- mention of hair pulling

- color system

also i proofread this a million times but knowing me there's probably a million mistakes still, sorry

Never did I expect that "Jade" wasn't Jade at all.

Never did I expect that "Jade" was Kevin Moon undercover on deobi stan twitter.

Never did I expect that Kevin Moon would find my thirst tweets so hilarious that he wanted to hear more about them.

The moment Jade accidentally said "I" instead of "Kevin" in a message, I knew something felt fishy.

But he played it off so well, I soon forgot about it.

But those things just kept happening.

Sometimes it didn't take Jade very long at all to think up how Kevin would react to something.

Sometimes the answers seemed so extremely accurate, they could only have been from Kevin himself.

And when I finally put all the many pieces together?

Oh boy. I was pissed. And immensely embarrassed.

But not near as embarrassed as I know I'm about to be in a few minutes.

I'm only a few people away from going up to the fansign table to meet The Boyz.

I wasn't gonna come. I wasn't even gonna enter. I knew it would be far too embarrassing and humiliating to see Kevin in real life after all the explicit things I said about him, inadvertently directly to him.

But when your best friend begs you to enter with her, you enter with your best friend.

And when you and your best friend both win, and she begs you to go so she isn't alone... you go so she isn't alone.

She owes me big time for this one.

Thank goodness that Kevin isn't first...

As I talk to Jacob, Chanhee, Sangyeon, and Eric, I was glad to discover that, even if he shared every conversation we ever had, Kevin at least hadn't show any of them what I looked like.

But my conversation with Eric is ending, and Kevin is smirking, telling me that he has already noticed me.

Time to die, I guess.

I say goodbye to Eric, give him a high five, and move to the next seat in front of Kevin Moon.

"Well, well, well." He smiles. "Fancy seeing you here."

I try to laugh. "Yeah..."

"Why so shy? You weren't this shy on twitter."

"Yeah, when I wasn't talking to Kevin Moon."

"Ah, but you were. You were talking to Kevin."

I simply roll my eyes in response and look down at my hands, trying to keep my face from getting too red.

"Listen, I do wanna apologize. I shouldn't have manipulated you like that."

"It's okay... I can't blame you. If I were in your position, I can't say I wouldn't do the same thing. And there wasn't any real harm done, right? As long as it doesn't get out."

"Although, I must say..." His eyes darken. "I kind of liked hearing your thoughts about me. Especially in such detail." His hand lands on my thigh under the table and he feels me instantly tense up. He cracks a smile and chuckles. "I really do have an effect on you, don't I?" His voice is barely above a whisper, and his grip on my thigh tightens. "Just tell me if you want me to take my hand away and I will. Instantly. No questions asked."

"Okay." I think for a moment. Do I? Do I want him to move?

He looks at me expectantly, waiting for more of a response.

"I'll tell you if I do." I can feel my face heat up as I make my decision.

He smirks.

"I love how flustered you get." His thumbs slowly rubs the inner part of my thigh, thanks to his hand placement, and chills run up and down my back.

"Hurry up." A staff member says behind him, making sure the line doesn't get held up.

While Kevin's hand on my thigh isn't visible to the crowd, it IS visible to the staff. But they don't seem phased, nor do they seem to care.

Does Kevin have a habit of feeling up fans under the table or do they just wanna go home?

He leaves a cold spot on my leg as he pulls his hand away and quickly signs my album.

He answers the question post-it, which is actually a question from my Kevin-biased friend who couldn't try for a fansign slot, and then he flips the post-it up and writes something on the album page underneath the post-it.

"Move." The staff tells me. Kevin gives me a high five to look casual and throws me a wink as subtly as possible.

I continue on through the rest of the line, trying to keep my composure, especially when talking with Sunwoo and Changmin.

I may have said... a lot about them to Kevin.

A lot.

The fansign finally ends, and I don't remember Kevin writing something under the post-it note until the drive back to my friend's house.

"Hilton on Portico

Room 347

Should be back by 8

I'll have Q out of our room by 8:05

Hope to see you there"

No way.

No, he's kidding.

He's kidding right?

Did he just ask me to meet him in his hotel room tonight?

Why?

He doesn't want to... no.

No, that's impossible.

Why would he want to-

"Are you even listening?" My friend snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly cover Kevin's message.

"Sorry, I spaced out... Can't stop thinking about meeting them, yknow?"

My hand raises to knock on the door, before I pull it back down.

8:06, my watch reads.

I shouldn't be here.

I shouldn't be here, right?

This is insane...

Maybe he wants to lecture me.

Maybe he wants to yell at me.

Why would he wanna yell at me after what he did at the fansign, though?

I shake my head and raise my hand to knock again.

No matter why he wants to see me at his hotel room, he wants to see me at his hotel room.

It must be important.

I carefully knock, suddenly regretting all of my life choices as I wait for him to open the door.

What if Changmin is still in the room?

What if his manager is in the room?

What if he wrote down the wrong room number?

What if he was just trying to play with me all along, and they aren't even at this hotel?

The door swings open and Kevin's face lights up.

"You came..." He sounds shocked, as if meeting Kevin Moon in his hotel room isn't a dream to many, many people. "Come in, please." He opens the door wider and steps to the side, allowing me to walk into the room. "I'm sorry it's still a mess... we have to refuse housekeeping services and I just got Changmin to leave a couple minutes ago. I didn't have a chance to tidy up for you..."

"No, no! It's no big deal, no worries. If only you saw my house, it's way worse..."

We stand in silence for a bit, both of us unsure exactly what to do next, when suddenly I gain a boost of confidence.

"Kevin, why am I here?"

He looks at me with eyes full of... I'm not sure what.

Thoughtfulness?

"I don't know. Why are you here?"

"You don't know? You're the one who told me to come." I scoffed.

"I know. But why did you come? What were you hoping would happen if you came to my hotel room? Or should I say..." His eyes darken again, just like they had at the fansign, and he steps towards me and takes my hand in his. "What are you still hoping will happen?"

All breath leaves me.

"Maybe I can jog your memory. Were you maybe hoping that I would... pull your hair and pound you from behind like you're nothing but my sorry cumslut?"

A sharp gasp involuntarily leaves my body as he boldly quotes one of the first things I ever told Jade, word for word. I can feel his ego boost by the second.

"Or maybe it was something more along the lines of..."

Kevin places his hands on my waist and pulls my body flush with his.

"Fingering you roughly until you're shaking and crying and begging for me to stop... but I don't."

Again, he quotes my own sexual fantasy to me, every word correct. Except this time it elicits a soft moan.

I can feel him hard against me, and I can't help but look away towards the floor in embarrassment.

"Look at me."

I can't bring myself to obey his command, no matter how much I want to.

"I said look at me." He grabs my chin and turns my face towards his, his eyes slowly moving away from my eyes and down to my lips.

His eyes and voice all tell me that he's having a hard time holding back, but he has to ask something first.

"Have you ever heard of the color system?"

"Yeah." I whisper, which is about the only volume I can muster up in the moment. "Like a traffic light, right?"

"Right. What color are you on right now?"

"Green."

"And what color would you be on if I kissed you?"

"Green."

That's all the approval he needs to quickly place one hand on the lower back of my head and softly press his lips into mine.

That softness does not last long, as the kiss soon turns into a quite passionate make out.

We begin to migrate, lips still together, until our legs hit the edge of the bed and Kevin pulls away from me.

"Your fantasies aren't soft. And you've got such a hold on me, I can't promise to be either. I don't wanna do anything that makes you uncomfortable, upset, or negatively helpless. I want you to use the colors. Is that okay with you?" Somehow his continuous consent checks make him a hundred times sexier.

"I can do that."

"Don't hesitate at all to say any of the colors at any moment, if you feel you want to. Okay?" Yeah, the continuous consent checks are really sexy.

"Okay."

"Where are we at right now?"

"Green."

With that, he smirks and pushes me onto the bed, quickly crawling on top of me to reattach his lips to my own.

His beautiful hands begin to wander and feel my body. He finds my waistband and slowly slides his thumb under it.

I know he's taking it slow just in case I change my mind, which is very considerate, but it only makes me frustrated.

I push him away slightly with my hand.

"Can you hurry it up, Kev? You've had me wet since lunch." Is all i say before grabbing his shirt and pulling him back into me.

I can tell he's holding back some kind of reaction to what I just did.

His hand fully slides under my waistband, both of them, and he begins to slide his hand lower and towards the middle...

The embarrassment surrounding my encounters with Kevin are being replaced with thankfulness. Who would have thought that thirst tweets would land me in a hotel bed, getting fucked by Kevin Moon?

He's just made me cum for the third time.

First time with his mouth and fingers, then twice by railing me in two different positions.

He says yellow as he pulls out, and I nod.

We both need a breather.

He lays down next to me, both of us breathing quite heavily. I'm definitely breathing heavier, though. Curse his dancer cardiovascular health.

"So, what do you think we should-" Kevin is cut off by the sound of the door being unlocked with a key card, and his eyes go wide. He hurries to pull the blanket up over me, covering up my naked body from the view of whoever was coming in.

The fact that he doesn't care at all about his dick still hanging out loud and proud makes me wonder just how comfortable he is with all his members AND staff...

The person entering starts saying something in Korean, and all I can pick out is that he's addressing Kevin for something.

As the mystery person turns the corner and we meet eyes, both of us freeze for a moment.

Kevin scolds Ji Changmin in Korean, and Changmin responds, clearly upset at Kevin for something.

Kevin checks his phone and mutters an "oh".

"I'm sorry." Kevin turns to me. "I told Q to stay out until 10, thinking we'd be done by then... but I guess we've been having a little too much fun..."

The room reeks of awkwardness (and sex, but that's besides the point), until Changmin shyly raises his hand to wave at me.

"Hello. I'm Q."

I chuckle and wave back.

Kevin says something to Changmin. I'm unable to pick out any words to grasp at some sort of context before Changmin's eyes widen even further and he points at me, simply saying...

"Deobi?"

I nod.

Kevin's face suddenly turns devilish, and he starts talking to Changmin again.

I feel very out of the loop, but the way Changmin's face is turning beet red isn't making me optimistic as to what Kevin is saying.

"Kevin, what did you just tell him?"

Kevin keeps talking and Changmin's eyes dart back and forth from me to Kevin, and then I notice they glance down.

His grey sweatpants are not being very forgiving as to hiding his erection.

"Kevin!" I try a second time.

"What, baby? A man deserves to know what a sexy woman wants him to do to her."

I grab a pillow and throw it at him, hard, before hiding my face in the sheets.

Kevin apologizes in both English and Korean, and I hear Changmin giggle awkwardly.

Kevin says one last thing and I hear someone going through a suitcase.

I peek out from the sheets and see Changmin riffling through his bag, still replying to Kevin, before tossing something at Kevin.

Kevin thanks him, using one word of Korean I do know.

Changmin leaves, not before saying a kind goodbye to me, and Kevin turns to me.

"This might be fun, don't you think? If my memory is being kind to me, you've definitely mentioned me using one of these on you." He holds up the vibrator that Changmin threw at him.

What on earth does Changmin get up to on tour?

"Did he say anything about what you... told him?"

"He asked if you were gonna still be in town tomorrow. I sure hope you are, cause I said yes. And tomorrow it seems I'll be the one leaving the room all night... if you want to, of course."

I start getting wet again at the prospect.

"But don't think about him too much yet. I'm not done with you yet, baby." He clicks a button on the vibrator. "Green?"

"Green."

He looks at me like he's a hungry lion, before pouncing on me.

Rest time is over.

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THE UNGOLDY SCREECH THAT LEFT ME OMG THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN

"Somehow his continuous consent checks make him a hundred times sexier" IT'S TRUE. I'm not okay. My mind was babble the entire time, especially when Changmin walked in 🤤 the idea of it all... beautiful 😍 is it okay if I tag this a tbz smut? I think more people deserve to read this. I'll delete the tags if you want me to!

#still screaming #submitted #🗝 anon #tbz smut #the boyz smut #kevin moon #submission #tbz reactions #the boyz reactions

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jamkookies · 5 years

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° Bon Voyage °

• Part III •

Peek-A-Boo!

There are seven pairs of eyes watching you expectantly and you don't know where to look. This is definitely not what you had been thinking when Tae told you about having to pick a room.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Namjoon says as a matter of fact.

"Why? Should I be somewhere else?"

"Y/N, how many times do we have to explain? " Jin interferes. "You are supposed to go outside and wait for us to hide in our rooms. Then you can come in and choose your own."

You deadpan.

"I'm honestly suffering from jet - lag and I'm so tired and I really wanna get this over with, " you say in a seemingly careless way, but the truth is you are internally panicking. The possibility of you sharing a room with Jungkook had you feeling on edge.

You didn't understand what the hell was wrong with you. This wasn't the first time you had to be close to him or to any other member. Living with them for five years sure had it's own effect.

Then what exactly had changed?

Why did you keep looking at him in another light? Why did you feel your stomach sink every time you threw a glance his way?

And look, you didn't even need to specify who him was, because there was no other to begin with. Just him.

You shake your head, trying to shake off the thoughts too.

This wasn't the time. You had to stick to your plan. Act unbothered, be unbothered.

"Look, hyung. She's scheming." Taehyung observed you like you were a wild animal.

You took this in your own advantage.

" I am so gonna get that single room. Just watch," you said with a false sense of self-confidence.

You stomp off the room and get out into the hallway.

You wait until one of the staff members opens the door again and lets you in.

You carefully step inside, making your feet light on the floor so as not to give away your location.

You pace in the living room and then you think of something. You stomp your feet hard on the floor and wait for any other sound coming from upstairs.

Nothing.

Then your ears catch a romping on the corner of the ceiling.

So, that room was already overcrowded then.

You take the stairs and head for the opposite way.

There was no guarantee that it would be empty, considering that there were a lot of members, but at this point you didn't care anymore. You tentatively pull down the handle and peek inside .

Only a glimpse of white sheets greets you. You swing the door completely open and almost cry out of joy.

It's empty.

You had gotten the single room.

You raise your arms in victory and jump right into the single bed , savoring the comfortable feeling of the smooth sheets.

"Ahhh, finally - "

"Peek-a-boo!"

" AAAAAAAGHH!"

You scream at the top of your lungs and fall to the floor with a thump, when you see Jungkook's head peeking from under the bed.

The impact rattles your teeth and you groan in pain.

"What are you doing over there?"

Jungkook pulls off a cocky smile.

"Pranking you, of course. Did you really think you were gonna get a whole room to yourself?"

"I was hoping to."

"Nope, you're stuck with me."

"Come here , you little rascal! " You say through clenched teeth and make an attempt at catching him.

He easily avoids you and swerves to the side. You then start to chase him around the room like a five year-old, but was the boy fast...

When you somehow catch hold of him, you put him in a headlock and are about to smack him upside the head, when the rest of the boys come storming into the room.

"What are you doing?" Asks Yoongi. "We heard screaming."

"What does it look like I'm doing? Beating this kid's ass for almost giving me a heart attack, of course."

"Hey, watch the formalities. I'm older than you," Jungkook protests, head still under your arm.

Jin looks at the nearest camera." Could you please cut this part? We don't want the show to be age - restricted because of her cussing."

You stick your tongue at him and then proceed to make a face at the camera.

Jungkook takes his chance and tickles you on your side.

You release him almost immediately, writhing uncontrollably. You were really ticklish, and at the slightest threat you were always ready to throw hands.

Zero tolerance on that.

Still, you manage to kick him behind the knees, making his legs give out.

"How's the ground, loser?"

He looks at you through his see - through bangs and gives you a mischievous smile.

You notice Hoseok pinching the bridge of his nose and then start laughing yourself.

* * *

You are sitting on the couch along with the boys, waiting for instructions from the staff. Even though this was a time for you to enjoy your holidays and get your mind off of the stress, concerts, and everything else, games and missions weren't something you could get rid of.

" You are all going to try to make dinner for tonight. Each one of you is assigned a special dish, and you are to cook it with the ingredients given to you. The one with the best dish wins 200 dollars to spend on shopping."

Everyone lets out cheers of joy at the mention of money.

You were all rich as hell, but you still got excited even at the mention of so much as a coupon. It was your own way of appreciating little things.

The staff member offers you a basket full of tiny globes, each containing a rolled up paper.

He puts the basket in the middle of the circle were you are all sitting on the floor and gestures for you to proceed.

Taehyung fishes one out and opens it carefully, retrieving the roll of paper inside. He's kinda nervous because he doesn't have much experience with cooking, but you all give him reassuring smiles, nudging him to go on.

The paper reads ' Pasta '.

"You're saved, Taehyungie. That's an easy thing to make," Jimin says.

He sighs, relieved and smiles widely.

Next is Jin, who goes for the globe without hesitation.

Kimbap.

Jimin. Salad.

Jungkook. Steak.

Namjoon. Soup. You snorted when hearing that.

Hoseok. Milk-shakes.

Yoongi. Tteok-bokki.

It was your turn now.You open the paper with shaky hands and read it.

Pancakes.

Yes !

That was one of the only things you knew how to make.

Namjoon looked at you with puppy eyes.

"Would you want to switch?"

You act like you're touched by his display of cuteness then pull off the most serious face.

"No."

You jump around in excitement, showing your piece of paper to the other members with the most exagerated moves.

Jin joins you and you start making silly dance moves together.

* * *

Everyone is busy trying to make their own dish and you're no less invested.

There's a hell of a mess in front of you - flour, milk and eggs. Your hair is smeared white even though you had tied it in a bun on the back of your head.

It was fairly short and there were multiple strands escaping from it, but it didn't bother you that much.

At least the apron was doing a good job of shielding your clothes.

You take a look at the others who are concentrated on their tasks. The only sounds in the room are those of knives, spoons and the occasional sizzling of oil.

Then, out of nowhere Jin's voice is heard.

"Hey guys, can you turn off the AC? I'm a little chilli," he says, while holding an actual chili pepper and then laughs like a windshield wiper.

Everyone is trying to hold their laughter, except for Yoongi who actually looks displeased.

"Please stop. It's making me angry."

Jin ignores him and grabs two eggs from the counter.

"You know why eggs don't tell jokes?" He continues. " Because they'd crack each other up!"

You can't hold it in anymore. You double over with laughter, holding your aching stomach. Everyone else is having the time of their lives because of Jin's antics.

Still giggling, you move around the kitchen trying to find other ingredients and bump into Jungkook along the way.

He kicks you lightly in the shin. You kick him back. You both have your hands occupied - him holding a bowl filled with water and you a pack of flour, so you start a kicking competition.

"Hey, quit it you two!" Yoongi yells over the noise of frying food.

Just to spite him, you pour flour all over Jungkook's head. He is outraged and gets back at you splashing you in the face with the water.

You gasp, the coldness seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.

You are soaking wet and you're making a mess out of the water dripping from your face onto the floor.

He's gonna pay for this.

You're about to grab something to hit him with, when Yoongi grabs both of your shirts an pushes you apart.

"What is it with you two today?"

"He started it," you complain.

Yoongi glares at you one last time and lets you go.

You were beyond pissed off but you couldn't deny that it was entertaining to joke around like this.

You both found yourself grinning at each other.

* * *

Dinner was ready.

You had to admit, it looked quite inviting, several dishes with different colors that let out a delicious scent.

You couldn't wait to dig in and the only thing stopping you was the fact that the staff had to try it first in order to decide who the winner was.

You didn't really care about the money.

Shopping wasn't really your thing and even if you won ( which was unlikely to happen), you would probably give it to Hoseok or something. What you did care about was winning.

After the man had a taste out of everything, he prepared to give the final verdict.

The others started making drum sound effects.

You rolled your eyes.

They just had to make everything look as dramatic as possible.

The staff member didn't hesitate.

"The winner is....Jin."

You all groan out of annoyance while Jin gets up from his seat and blows a kiss at the camera.

You didn't stand a chance, anyway.

Who were you to compete with Jin, the Mighty Cook ?

Curse him and his delicious kimbap.

So you dig in, trying everything that was laid out in front of you.

From the corner of your eye you notice Taehyung stuffing enormous amounts of food in his mouth and you smile.

You didn't know why you had started to get so nostalgic lately, but you couldn't help it.

These random moments were the ones that made you realize there wasn't anywhere in the world that you wanted to be , except here, with your family.

* * *

"Let me get this straight. You expect us to fit into that?" You said pointing at the single bed in front of you.

It hadn't really dawned upon you that there was only one single bed on display. And two of you.

At least the others had where to sleep.

Yoongi and Taehyung had gotten the king-sized bed, Namjoon also the same but all to himself, while Jimin, Jin and Hoseok had been assigned on the room consisting of three single beds.

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck.

"You sleep with your head at the front of the bed, while I sleep with mine at the end."

"You mean so we can sleep while hugging each other's legs?"

"You said it, not me."

Despite all of the pent up frustration, you start laughing.

Once you start, it's impossible to stop.

Your sides start to ache and you almost choke on your spit.

Jungkook stares at you, confusion all over his face.

"What?"

"It's just that," you say, still not being able to produce words correctly, " It's weird how they make us go through all of this, and for what? Just so we can film a reality show."

You shake your head, still smiling.

"Yeah, it is kinda weird now that you mention it," Jungkook says.

He goes for the suitcase on the ground and takes out his pyjamas.

"I'm gonna go change in another room," he says. "You can have the room to yourself."

You nod and go for your own pyjamas.

After he's left, you start slipping out of your clothes.

You'd decided to take an RJ pyjama set with you. The tiny characters were so cute and you really didn't care about looking decent even on your sleep.

Then, you hear a knock on the door.

"Come in" , you say and what greets you is Jungkook wearing his own Cooky pajama set. His black hair and pink clothes makes him look conflicting and you can't help but snort.

"Very funny" ,he mocks you.

He takes his own pillow and puts it at the end of the bed. You take your own and set it at the front.

You both lay down, keeping a respectable distance from each other.

"I can't believe I'm gonna have to hear you snoring all night," you say, eyes on the ceiling.

"I don't snore."

"Yes you do."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am no - Ow!"

You pinch his leg.

"Hyung, don't make me beat you again."

His body shakes when he laughs, and he claps his hands together. You turn on your side and are greeted with the sight of his toes right in front of your face.

"Hyung?"

"Yeah?"

"Your feet smell."

"I showered half an hour ago. It must be your nose."

You kick him and he laughs again.

"Y/N?"

"If you're gonna tell me my feet smell, I'll shove you out of the bed."

"I was just gonna say good night."

"Oh. Good night, then."

You take a deep breath through your nose and try to fall asleep, the hint of a smile still on your lips.

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #jk #jungkoookie #kook #kookie #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #bts fluff

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nightglider124 · 6 years

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For the prompt thing, how about 99: “This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!” for StarBabs friendship? and 183: “Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies” for naughty Dickkory? Thank you lovely :D (Sorry for being greedy, I couldn't pick between the two!)

*Screaming* YAAAAAAS. It’s okay; I like your choices.

Quickly posting this double feature before bed. The rest will hopefully get written up tomorrow after I finish work.

“This was fun - Let’s do it again sometime!”

Starfire giggled as she took a swig of her mango milkshake. She walked through the Mall automatic doors and glanced at her shopping partner for the day.

Batgirl grinned at her, “I’m not kidding. He almost went splat on the sidewalk if Batman hadn’t grabbed him by that cape of his.”

Almost choking on her milkshake, Starfire snorted behind her hand and descended into giggles, “Truly!?”

“Yup.”

“Oh, I believe he will absolutely hate you for telling me that story!” Starfire laughed, her cheeks pink with mirth,

“Meh, what kind of childhood friend would I be if I didn’t share embarassing stories with his fiancee, hm?” Batgirl smirked, throwing her empty milkshake cup in a nearby trashcan, pausing so Starfire could do the same.

The Tamaranian Princess took a deep breath to control her laughter before turning to Batgirl with bright eyes, “You are ready to go back to the tower?”

She gave Starfire a nod before hiking the shopping bags on her arms up a little more to secure them. She watched her alien friend lift into the air before slipping her wrists into Starfire’s unbreakable hold.

Flying was a fairly new experience to Batgirl and whilst part of her was excited to be swooping above the clouds and along the ocean’s surface, the majority that she felt was fear. She was terrified as Starfire dove and spun and was generally carefree as she wove her way through the clouds.

“How does he do this all the time!?” Batgirl squealed, clenching her eyes shut,

“Who?” Starfire asked, her voice raised so she could be heard above the rushing wind,

“Dick! Does he not freak out even a little bit!?”

Starfire’s tinkling laughter rang out, “Not in the slightest. He is quite the… thrill seeker, as you say. He enjoys the speed and acrobatic traits of flight. He says it is quite freeing. Indeed, I receive many of the ‘whoops’ from him when we fly together.”

Batgirl peeked open one eye briefly before resolutely keeping both eyes shut, “He is insane!”

Shaking her head and laughing, Starfire had the tower in her sights and sped up to get her friend onto the ground quicker.

“We shall be landing soon; do not worry!”

Batgirl replied with a muffled, “Okay!”

Starfire slowed down as she neared the roof of the tower and floated down until both their feet touched the hard concrete. Batgirl shuddered as Starfire released her grip on her wrists.

“That is super scary. I thought it was exhilarating swinging between skyscrapers back in Gotham.”

“Apologies, Batgirl. Next time, I shall keep in mind that you are not quite as much of a ‘speed demon’ as Richard.” She commented, barely containing a smirk,

She narrowed her eyes at Starfire playfully before gently nudging her shoulder with her own, “Hey, I told you. Once out of earshot of civillians, call me Babs, would ya?”

Starfire nodded, “I forgot.”

Suddenly, the door opened and a voice soon followed, “I thought I could hear you two.”

The Princess’ whole face lit up as her fiance wandered out to them, a soft smile on his lips. His arm snaked around her waist and he offered her a small kiss to the temple,

“Did you have fun shopping?” Dick asked,

Starfire nodded and glanced at Babs, who copied her actions.

“This was fun- Let’s do it again sometime!” Babs suggested,

Dick raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know… should I really be allowing you two to get so friendly?”

Babs rolled her eyes and grinned, “Why? Afraid I’ll tell Star all your secrets?”

He blinked before narrowing his eyes, “You-”

She waved him off, “I already told her the best ones. Sorry.”

Dick blushed and he meekly turned to look at Starfire who held an expression of mock sympathy,

“Really, Richard… having to be saved by the Batman by your cape?” Starfire taunted before cracking up in giggles.

The colour of his cheeks became more intense before he glared at Babs, “I hate you.”

She blew him a kiss, “Nah. You don’t.”

“You’re supposed to be here for training; not revealing every failing and embarrassing thing to my soon to be wife.”

Babs snorted and brushed passed him, gently tapping his cheek, “That’s what you get when you grow up with someone, Grayson.”

Starfire laughed and gave him a side cuddle, “Do not fret, my love. Your image is not tarnished in my eyes, I can assure you.”

“Thanks.” He mumbled, pouting.

Barbra opened the door leading downstairs and called over her shoulder, “C’mon Star, I’ll tell you about this other time with a coat hanger Dick confused with a bad guy-”

Starfire exhaled in excitement, floating over to the teasing batfamily member.

Dick shook his head in disbelief before running after the two girls,

“Babs! Don’t you dare!”

“Too late, loser!”

The great Nightwing groaned as he hurried down the stairs behind them, hating to be thwarted by childhood memories.

“Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.”

“Maybe if you…”

“Yeah, try that.”

“Ow! I do not quite bend that way!”

“Sorry! I thought my foot had more room.”

“What if we…”

“That could work- Oh! Ow! No! Stop!”

“Richard! Are you okay!?”

Kory leaned away and gently touched her boyfriend’s cheek; the place she had just accidentally hit with her knee.

Dick rubbed his face and kissed her fingers, “I’m fine.” He huffed, “Why is this so difficult?”

Blushing, Kory shrugged, “I don’t know why you didn’t just wait until we were home and in bed. At least there we know we will not kick each other in unspeakable areas.”

The former boy wonder rolled his eyes, “Where’s the fun in a bed, Kor?”

Kory narrowed her eyes at him, “Fun? I do not know if you can truly call this fun, Dick. We are sat at the edge of a cliff, naked and with more bruises than we anticipated.”

Dick reddened, “Well… I thought it would be easier than this. Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.”

His girlfriend shook her head and considered the position they were in. What was initially aiming to be romantic was now something awkward.

Kory lay on her back in the backseat of one of Bruce’s cars which Dick had cheekily ‘borrowed’ for their date night. Her foot was pushing against one of the windows whilst her other foot was caught behind her other thigh, effectively trapped because of Dick’s positioning.

He was on top of her but rather than sensually, it was as if he was squishing her. His chest weighed against hers and he was holding himself up with one arm whilst the other had got caught as he moved and was now stuck behind the passenger seat. His feet were also embarrassingly misplaced. One was tucked between the driver’s seat and the head rest and the other was lodged inside the cup holder.

Dick sighed and dropped his head, “Sorry, Kor. I thought this would be something… exciting and fun but… I guess I kinda messed it up.”

Kory’s brows furrowed and she shifted her eyes, shuffling enough to get comfy. She pulled on his shoulders, releasing his feet and arm from where they were stuck. He fell forward, his arms coming around her and their legs tangling together.

“Hey, there we go! This is what I was going for the first time.” Dick grinned, kissing Kory’s nose.

She dropped her eyes, peering up through her lashes, “Mm… now that we are in a more comfortable position…” Starfire trailed off suggestively,

Dick waggled his eyebrows at her, “Way ahead of you.” He whispered, descending upon her and crushing his lips against hers whilst she gave him muffled giggles.

#teen titans #dickkory #starbabs #dick grayson #koriand'r #barbra gordon #fanfiction #oneshot #asks #requests #prompt meme 2 #nightglider124

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