#askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

OMG HI😭😭i love your writing so much like im obsessed you’re so talented!!! i see your request are open and i just wanted to see if you do something where it’s after Yoongi and Y/N get into petty argument and Y/N is like “you know what? whatever” and gives Yoongi the silent treatment however, Yoongi hates being ignored (especially by his girl) so after giving her some space for a few hours and trying to get her to talk to him, he’s had enough oh the silence and decides to take matters into his own hands 🫣 I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE😭😭😭this thought has been running rampant in my mind for a week and i would love to see how you would write this ! there’s no rush, take your time if you don’t feel like it that’s TOTALLY okay i just want you to know that you’re writing is IMMACULATE, chefs mf kiss 🤌🏾 and that’s you are so freaking talented!! thank you for sharing your writing with us🥰🥰💕

Ahhhhhh! I love you so much! Your requests have given me such good ideas! I hope I fulfilled this one well. It turned into kind of brat tamer Yoongi who loves reader to pieces because I love everything about that trope. I really hope you love it bb!🩵🩵🩵

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“Turn left up here!”

“I know where I’m going!”

“Obviously not! The parking lot will be full by the time we get there.”

Currently, you and your husband were on the way to your favorite store to spend some more of the gift cards you got at your wedding. You received so many and Yoongi made you agree that you’d only use them for important things.

New stuff for Holly counted as important, right? Of course it did.

A few months ago, you two moved to a new neighborhood which meant you didn’t really know where everything was.

As designated passenger princess, it was your responsibility to look hot, control the music and also manage the GPS to get you places but Yoongi wanted to trust his car’s GPS more than you. Ridiculous right?

He sighed. “I know where I’m going, okay? I don’t need your help.”

Your mouth dropped, a scandalized and dramatic gasp passing your glossed lips. How dare he?!

Crossing your arms over your chest, you slumped in the passenger seat. “You know what? Whatever, Yoongi.” You mumbled.

Silence enveloped the car, only the low sound of J.Cole’s melodic voice filling the space.

Yoongi glanced over at you, a smile threatening his lips at your pouty face. Ugh, you were such a spoiled little brat but he loved you so much. He actually took pleasure in riling you up and watching you get all huffy. Everytime he saw that princess personality, it awakened something in him—a need to both smother you with kisses and spank your ass until you were crying.

He reached over to place a large hand on your thigh. “Come on baby. Don’t be upset.”

You ignored him, fully turning your body towards the window. Uh oh, your full super bratty mode was activated.

“Are you really gonna ignore me?” He pondered.

No answer.

“Baby please. I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

He guessed he’d have to roll with this.

When Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of your favorite store, he tried to talk to you again but you were already out of the car.

Unfortunately, whenever you were upset with Yoongi, you got a sudden stroke of independence. He normally opened your door for you so he knew you were really upset when you did it yourself.

You didn’t talk to him the entire time through the store but you almost broke when you passed the pillows.

“Look baby. They have those pillows you were looking at.”

You picked one up before turning to Yoongi, opening your mouth to say, “yeah they…..” but you cut yourself off, remembering your vow of silence. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak but you held it. Tossing the pillows into the cart, you continued through the store, hands hurting from how hard you gripped the handles.

You couldn’t fight that skip in your heart. He remembered the pillows…..you told him about those weeks ago…..fuck.

You didn’t even notice Yoongi’s sly smirk as he walked behind you. He knew this silent treatment wouldn’t last long and he was honestly kind of amused. He knew you wanted to talk to him but your pride wouldn’t allow you to break first, not until you felt like it. He guessed he’d have to put up with your silent treatment a little longer.

Besides, with you walking ahead of him, he could stare at your perfect ass in those stretch pants all he wanted. His hand itched to grab it but he resisted. He didn’t want to make you more upset…..on purpose.

Yoongi ended up having to practically fight you with the bags, insisting he’ll put them back in the cart and push them to the car. You weren’t happy but you also didn’t argue, huffing and puffing your way back to the car.

Yoongi didn’t unlock the doors until he was finished putting the bags in the trunk which was getting you even more riled up. He knew you wanted to open your own door but doing it for you was just more amusing.

You squinted your eyes at him in frustration, throat burning with the desire to tell him off but you got in the car anyway, still completely silent.

The drive home was silent, as was the short journey up to your apartment. Holly greeted you both at the door, the wiggly dog jumping all over you. You didn’t even try to go through the bags, just heading straight for your bedroom where you could ignore Yoongi better. And of course, Holly followed you, not sparing Yoongi a passing glance.

Traitor, Yoongi thought.

He sighed but left you alone. He knew you weren’t that upset about what he said in the car. You were just being stubborn. He spoiled you too much. He could also be kind of passive(he’s working on it) as well so perhaps this was proving to be a little test for him.

After putting away the few grocery items and leaving the rest of your choices for you to sort through, he flopped down on the couch.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

He liked his peace and quiet as much as the next person but the noise you brought was different. He had grown used to hearing you singing under your breath or talking to yourself as you thought about dinner or the crash of all of your hair products falling because you had so many and they didn’t fit right in the hallway closet.

You had ingrained yourself into his life—you and your own perfect little storm of gentle chaos.

He missed you. Even though you were in the next room. He missed you.

Standing from the couch, he walked down the hall to the bedroom. He couldn’t hear anything on the other side.

His knuckles rapped gently against the wood before he opened he door. “Baby?”

He found you laid on your back on the bed, phone held over your face as you scrolled through social media. Holly was resting on his dog bed in the corner, little head lifting as Yoongi entered.

“Go.” He motioned to the door. Holly tilted his head in a way that solidified Yoongi’s suspicion that his dog was secretly a human. Human or not, Holly knew better than to stick around.

Yoongi closed the door before focusing his attention back on you.

He approached the bed, leaning a knee on it. You could feel the dip but made no move to acknowledge him.

“Baby please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Of course I need you. I love when you tell me where to go but then you get distracted so we miss the turn. Remember we were late to our rehearsal dinner?”

Your lip twitched at the memory. Of course you do. The excitement of your wedding being the next day had you so caught up in your then fiancé that you couldn’t even focus on giving directions. And thanks to Yoongi being equally distracted by how stunning you were, he didn’t even think to make sure you stayed focused enough to give directions. He missed the exit twice before finally getting on track. Nevertheless, it was still a memorable evening with his family and close friends.

And the precursor to the rest of a wonderful life with you.

You still continued to ignore him. You could hear the sincerity in his apology but you wanted to make him sweat just a little bit longer.

But even Yoongi had a breaking point and you were crossing it.

“Baby.”

No answer.

Alright. Breaking point crossed.

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“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Ignoring me, “he scoffed with a shake of his head and landing a sharp smack to your ass. “You’re crazy.”

Your head was buried in the blankets, shoulders pressed against the bed and wrists held tightly in Yoongi’s grip.

His hips were slamming into your ass hard enough to hurt, his thick cock stretching your walls to their limit. He was thick enough to give you that slightly searing stretch and long enough to make you feel it all the way to your deepest parts.

“Mm, Yoongi!” You cry out as his strokes became longer, pulling himself all the way out to the tip remained before slamming back inside. He grits his teeth at your walls sucking him in as if they didn’t want him to go. Thank goodness for his stamina. After meeting you, he’s had to learn how restrain himself longer than ever. He never used to cum quick before meeting you. And yes, that was one of the many reasons he pursued you. “F-fuck….you feel so good.”

You arched your back more, lifting your ass so that he could reach even deeper.

“Don’t ignore me again. Do you understand?” He landed another slap on your bouncing ass, loving the recoil.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, face feeling hot from your breath that kept blowing back from how your face was pressed into the mattress.

Everything felt too tight, too hot, too sweaty, too good.

“Yes! I’m sorry!” You cried.

Releasing your wrists, he grabbed at your braids, twisting them around his wrist a few times. Waist length were definitely a smart investment.

He pulled you up until you were “balanced” on your hands because let’s face it, those things were numb as hell. His hold on your hair was really the only thing keeping you upright.

“Sorry for what? Apologize properly.”

He wanted you to form full sentences? That was like asking Jada to stop talking about Tupac. Impossible.

Another stroke knocked your speech centers loose, third orgasm since you started bubbling in your lower belly.

Yoongi could feel your walls clenching up, your moans growing louder at each thrust. Oh no you don’t.

He stopped his hips, still buried deep in your cunt. You whined as your orgasm ebbed away, wiggling your hips in an attempt to throw yourself back on his cock but a hand on your hip made you still.

“You’re not cumming until you apologize properly. Now, what aren’t you gonna do again?”

You swallowed, lip quivering and tears welling up. “I…I won’t ignore you again.”

He grinned. “Apology accepted.”

His hips set a punishing pace, your ass ricocheting off his hips. It had you moaning in ecstasy, nearly slipping from his grasp but he wrapped an arm under your breasts to keep you steady.

“Shit, I love this pussy. So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

Your hand reached back to claw at his side, the slight sting making him groan and thus pushing him faster.

He yanked your hair until your back was pressed flush against his chest, his hips never slowing down. Almost instantly, you turned your head, seeking his lips as you always did when you were close. His heart fluttered, loving how affectionate you were.

You almost miss his lips from how absolutely feral he was going in your poor cunt. Fortunately, he tilts your head better with his grip on your hair, kissing your wet pout. The tenderness has your heart swooning despite all the chaos. He sucks at your tongue, leaving a light bite on your bottom lip as well.

“Gonna cum, my sweet girl?” He whispers in your ear, nipping at the skin.

You didn’t need to answer him, you’re growing moans enough to confirm. The hand that wasn’t scratching at his skin raises up to bury in his hair, yanking his strands similar to how he was doing you causing him to grunt in delight.

The arm around your body moved down to rub circles into your clit and you swore you saw the upper room. He buried his face in the side of your neck, inhaling your sweaty skin, lips leaving kisses and bites along the side of your throat.

His hips move even faster than before, desperate to carry you to your orgasm before he lost his shit. Pent up from that brief denial and riddled from your previous orgasms, you’re quick to crumble against him. Twisting in his hold, you cry out his name that’s like music to his ears.

“Yoongiiiiiiiiii! Cum in me, baby. Want you so bad….”

Your walls grip him tighter than a vice, his hips stuttering with careless abandon as he gives you exactly what you want. The sensitivity between your thighs burns in the best ways, little gasps coming from you another tiny orgasm washes over you.

“Ugh, fuck.” The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make both of you whine and gasp, his grip on you tightening and then loosening as his body shudders.

Your body falls forward on the mattress, muscles and bones weary and your eyes drooping as exhaustion weighs on them. You feel Yoongi flop down next to you, only the sound of his slightly hurried breaths filling the room.

“Not falling asleep on me, are ya?” He asks after a few seconds. He turns his head to find you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No.” You fib, rolling your achy body over and holding up one arm. “Come kiss me.”

His smile is as sweet as him. He scoots over to bury himself in your warmth. Your arm wraps around him as his head lifts to give you your requested kisses.

“I love you.” You confess against his lips.

He hums. “Love you too. Even though you’re bad at giving directions.”

You roll your eyes but continued to peck at his lips. “Marry your GPS then.”

“I already have.” He hugs you closer. “And I wouldn’t give her up for anything.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #bts imagines #yoongi smut #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

Hi!! I'm so happy you are back queen! I hope you are healthy and happy!

Since you accept requests, could you do husband!namjoon x a black reader where she has gained some happy weight and she is feeling herself (and so is he 😉)

Thanks so much for your request and kind words! I was actually a little stumped writing this. I wrote multiple ideas but they all sounded a little weird. I hope I did it justice though! This kind of turned into just a fluffy, intimate thing with sweet husband Namjoon. Please let me know if you don’t like it🩵🩵

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Namjoon softly closed the door behind him, letting out a groan as he sat down on the little stool by the door. It was your idea after seeing how much Namjoon struggled to take off his shoes when he came home. There was just so much of him and it actually surprised you how bad he was at moving his body sometimes. When you met him, he was so poised and put together. You’d never think he was that clumsy until he almost tipped the table over on your first date. You could still remember how bashful and shy he looked as he tried to pick up all of the utensils he dropped, apologies falling from his lips. Your laugh was bright as you crouched down to help him and capturing his heart with a few words.

“Who put that table there, huh? Do you think they’ll give us free refills if we threaten to sue for improper placement of their property?”

Unlike most people he’s encountered, you never gave him a hard time about his bad equilibrium and tendency to break things. You’d just give him a kiss and help him figure out a way to prevent it from happening again. He knew his faults and even he thought they were funny but you never made him feel bad about it. You just dusted him off and made him a snack. You were just so amazing and nurturing. He loved you so much.

His friends tried to force him out of the studio hours ago but he was too absorbed in finishing his work that he just couldn’t leave. Meaningless, he knew, since he still didn’t complete the track once 1AM rolled around. What was the point? But his stubbornness and need for perfection wouldn’t allow him to turn off his computer. Not until he could barely keep his eyes open anymore.

He opened the fridge, looking around to find a set of Tupperware containers that were placed right at the front. A smile graced his features as he pulled out the containers of pasta and steak with vegetables. While he was smiling, a feeling of guilt filled his heart as he warmed up the food. He knew the person that cooked it was probably sleeping, not able to wait up for him any longer.

He honestly felt horrible knowing this was yet another night you had fallen asleep without him by your side. You already knew of his career as a producer when you met him. You knew there would be moment where you two wouldn’t be together because of his deadlines. Really, you understood. He had a lot of pressure on his shoulders—producing for idol groups, dramas, even kids shows. Effort was what you were looking for and he certainly put that in; fancy dates, effective communication, intimacy. Namjoon gave you all of that. He was the best thing that could have happened to you and vice versa.

He almost wished he didn’t have such a demanding job so that he could spend more time with you. He loved what he did but he loved you more. He needed to get it together.

He tried not to make too much noise as he heated up his food, failing when he slammed the microwave too hard and then almost tore the dishwasher drawer off trying to pull it out.

“Angel?”

He turned around to see you standing there, his heart clenching at the beautiful sight. Your hair tied up in a scarf, eyes closed as you rubbed the drowsiness away. You wore one of his shirts, the familiar faded picture of Aaliyah on the front . No pants, of course. You hated sleeping in pants because they made your legs feel restricted. Namjoon could almost see a peek of your light blue underwear. Goodness, was now the time to get a boner?

“Baby. Did I wake you?”

You yawned and shook your head. “No. I couldn’t really sleep. I just noticed the light was on.”

He hummed, not really knowing what to say. You approached him, wrapping your arms around his body to snuggle into his chest. His hands went to your waist, squeezing at the plush softness. He has been noticing you’ve been getting just the tiniest bit thicker lately. Of course, he loved you regardless but there’s just something about the recent change that just made his heart swell.

“Sorry. I’ll join you in bed soon.”

You rubbed your cheek on his collarbone, his heart fluttering at the little kisses you placed there as well. “It’s fine, angel. I’ll stay with you.”

And you did, sitting on his lap as he ate, his chewing and breathing lulling you almost back to sleep.

At the sound of him placing his utensils down, you perked up, sliding off his lap to let him put his dishes in the sink. He pouted a little at the lack of your warmth and weight sitting on his lap but he figured you two would be in bed soon. He’d have you wrapped up in his arms.

After he rinsed out his dish, he turned back around to face you, smiling endearingly at how you swayed slightly on your feet.

“Come on baby. Let’s get to bed.” He crouched down a little bit to grab the back of your thighs, picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms going around his neck and your head on his shoulder. He patted you twice on the bottom before carrying you to your shared bedroom.

He laid you down on your side of the bed and then tried to stand but your arms held onto him, a whine coming from you.

He breathed out a little laugh. “Let me go shower, baby. I’ll be right back.”

You sighed but relented. While you loved your husband and wanted to cuddle him right now, you hated outside clothes on the furniture even more. Releasing him, he gave you a peck on your forehead before standing to his feet. A little part of him wanted to forgo a shower to dive between your thick thighs. You were laid out so prettily for him, practically begging for his affection. Damn, he missed you.

Ignoring the stirring in his pants, he went to take a shower. Extra cold to ease some of the tension.

Entering the bedroom again, he found you dozing off. Your shirt had fully ridden up your body, showing your soft tummy and the blue cotton underwear you wore. The waistband slightly dug into your love handles and the pudge of your tummy. You’ve definitely filled out over the past couple of years. Happy weight, you called it when he commented on how your thighs and ass looked amazing in a pair of jeans you wore some days ago. It actually made him feel really good that you were so settled and secure in your relationship. Like he was doing something right.

Sensing him approaching, you cracked open your eyes, holding out your arms to allow him into your embrace. He smiled, climbing into bed and taking his place on your chest. Sighing in content, he snuggled into your soft breasts, finally feeling his body relax fully.

Your fingers rubbed at his upper back, traveling up the nape of his neck to scratch at his hair.

“Sorry I’ve been coming home late.”

“It’s okay. I just know you’ll create a wonderful OST for that drama. I better cry everytime I hear it.”

He chuckled. “You cried at that song I made for a children’s cartoon.”

You shrugged one shoulder, scratching at that magic spot that made him let out a little grunt. “I was proud of you. I always am.”

Those words almost made him cry. All he wanted was to make you proud, to be someone you could rely on. And he knew he was failing a little at being an active husband but that would change. He’d do anything for you, anything for your happiness.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.”

His head lifted off your chest to look into your sleepy eyes, a little smile gracing your face that he reciprocated, his dimple popping in his cheek. You poked it and then booped him on the nose.

“Now, I’ve been feeling your hard on on my leg for a little while. Why don’t you do something about it?”

That was all the signal he needed.

Namjoon sighed as he buried his face further into your breasts, an overwhelming need to suck on the dusty brown nipples washing over him. “Thank god. I’ve been hard since you walked into the kitchen.”

“Mmm, well make love to me, angel.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby.” He lifted up, pulling your shirt up and bringing it to your mouth. You opened her mouth to bite down on the fabric. “Good girl.” You whined at the praise, arousal immediately soaking your already wet panties.

Namjoon sat up on his knees, hungry eyes taking in the beauty that was you. Gripping your panties, he pulled them down your legs, thighs opening to invite him in. It feels like ages since he’s seen your pussy; neatly trimmed and puffy, already glistening with arousal.

“You haven’t been touching this, have you?” You shook your head, flinching when his fingers lightly tapped your clit. He hummed and smiled. “Good. Because only I can touch this, isn’t that right?” He moved to remove the shirt from your teeth, a low moan coming from you.

“Yes, angel. Only you.”

Good. His fingers pressed a little harder to your clit, a sigh falling from your lips. Adjusting himself so that he was laying on his stomach between your legs, his mouth ghosted over your slick cunt, tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your pussy. He moaned at the taste, so familiar, so delicious, so you.

“You taste so good, baby.” He dove in, slurping up all the wetness you’d give him. You moaned as he sucked harshly on your clit, pleasure sparking up your back. Your thighs tried to shut but his shoulders held them open, your hands buried in the pillow behind your head.

“Ah! Angel, more.” You begged.

Two fingers buried themselves to the knuckle, a gasp leaving you throat. He adjusted himself so he could comfortably finger your, mouth still sucking and licking on your clit. The tip of his tongue flicked all over the swollen nub, your back arching and toes curling at the assault. One of your hands came down to bury in his hair, hips bucking into his mouth and pleasure igniting every nerve in your body.

“Angel….I’m gonna cum…” you breathed out, lungs struggling to pull in oxygen.

He smirked against your core, pulling back slightly to look up at your face; your eyes were closed, lip pulled between you teeth as you humped his face to bring yourself closer to orgasm. You were positively gorgeous. Next to your smiling face, the face you made when you were raptured by pleasure was his favorite look on you.

His fingers crooked harder against that spot inside of you. “Cum, baby. All over my tongue.”

That was all it took before black spots clouded your vision, orgasm washing your body. The feeling settling in your bones as your husband continued to lap at your clit to guide you through.

Once your orgasm slowly ebbed away, vision clearing and chest heaving, your eyes met your husband’s. He was wiping your arousal from his mouth, hand glistening with your juices. Dropping your mouth, you stuck your tongue out lewdly.

Namjoon groaned. “Fuck. You’re such a good girl.” He stuck his fingers in your mouth, your tongue and mouth sucking your juices off them. He pressed slightly on your tongue, loving how pliant and submissive you looked.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he moved to grab the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his toned form to your starving eyes. You reached out to lightly trail the tips of your stiletto nails up up and abs. Totally yummy.

You motioned towards him with a beckoning finger, lip pulled between your teeth. “Come on, angel. Fuck me back to sleep.”

He could already put together the words of his resignation letter because he would happily quit his job to dick you down every day.

He pulled his boxers off, cock slapping against his abdomen. You bit your lip at the sight; his cock was long and thick, mushroom tip shiny with precum. You wanted it down your throat but that could wait until the morning.

Flipping over your belly, you took a pillow to place it under your hips to keep your ass lifted and yourself comfortable. You arched a little, poking your ass out and the sight was enough to make him feel like cumming already.

Both of his hands smoothed over your ass, slapping the fat and watching it ripple. “I love you so much.”

You hummed, turning your head to look behind you, sending your husband a smile. You loved him too. With everything you had.

“I love you too. Now, fuck me please. Chop chop.”

He playfully rolled his eyes but obeyed. He was tired of holding out anyway. Grabbing his cock with one hand and pumping hand, his other pushing one of your ass cheeks up to get a better view of your clenching hole.

He slowly pushed inside of your warm cunt, biting his lip hard enough to bleed at the wetness. You lightly moaned as he stretched your walls. It’s been a while since you two have been able to have soft sex like this. Quickies in the shower and impromptu head had been your go to lately. It was nice to be able to have these sweet moments of intimacy with him though.

His hips met your ass, letting out a shaky breath. What the hell…..? Has it really been that long? Your pussy felt absolutely heavenly. He was ready to blow his load already. He prided himself on his ability to satisfy you. Over the years, he’s gotten to know your body, able to get to you to where you needed to be in record time. He’s never let you walk off without at least 2 orgasms.

But with the way you were clenching around him, he was starting to think that streak was about to be broken.

Good thing you were just as desperate as him.

“Go angel, I’m already close.”

Puffing out a breath of air, he began moving his hips back and forth, making sure to press his entire length into your walls. This position allowed him to reach deep inside of you, his tip rubbing right up against your sweet spot.

“Ah fuck, you feel so good baby.”

“Mmmmm….you’re so deep.” You sighed, relaxing as gentle pleasure cascaded across your body. Everything just felt heightened, weightless, and so intimate.

Namjoon’s hips sped up just a little, eyes focused on how your ass and love handles jiggled with each push. He couldn’t help but deliver a sharp slap to one of your cheeks, your hips jumping at the small sting of pain.

“I’m cumming, angel.”

He leaned down to place a kiss to your shoulder. Your head turned to capture his lips, sighing in content. “Go ahead.”

This orgasm was tender. It settled in your muscles and vibrated all the way to your toes.

Your pulsing walls also brought him to his release, his hips pressing all the way into you, cum filling you.

Namjoon inhaled and exhaled a deep breath before slowly pulling out of you.

You stretched your body, groaning as tiredness seeped into your bones.

“I’m sleepy.” You yawned. Namjoon smiled down at you, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder and inhaling your soap and lotion.

“Me too. Let’s get you cleaned up first though.” He climbed off the bed, grabbing his boxers to put them back on.

You rolled over on your side, throwing your arm up. “Carry me.”

After getting cleaned up and situated back in bed, you were inches away from slipping into dreamland. Warm, snuggled up to your husband and a post orgasmic haze settled over you, you were about to sleep harder than you did after Thanksgiving.

His hand rubbed on your ass, not sexually but in a soothing and tactile way. “Baby?” He called. He was also tired but he wanted to ask you something. All he got from you was a hum that let him know you were listening. “I love you.”

You lightly kissed his chest, rubbing a hand up his belly. “Love you too. Now sleep. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why? What’s tomorrow?” Had he forgotten something? It wasn’t your anniversary…..was it? No. Were his parents visiting? Now he was overthinking.

“You’re not going to work.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope. We’re going to have sex on every surface of this apartment. I need you well rested. Good night.”

Oh. Oh. OH.

Yeah, screw that job. He could take some vacation time.

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

Late for Work couple has become my #1 comfort couple and i always come back a read their stories cuz they're just so in love and passionate abt each other and OC/reader is so me coded. ur writing literally makes me weak in the knees i get so emoooo 😭😭💜 can i request a New Years (resolution) drabble with them? either OC or JK wants to work out more or tweak their habits at the gym for New years and i wonder if you could incorporate THIS REEL somewhere cuz i thought this was so them?!!? fluff or smutty smut smut!!! ty ty ty 💜💜

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1BLk1PIu-j/?igsh=MWZ0YWRtcnd4Zndwaw==

even tho i feel like both of them are the type to NOT wait for the "New Year" just to get started on their goals i thought it would be cute!!!

Hi! Wow, I’m so happy you love that couple! I try my best to make them as lovey dovey as possible. Thanks so much for your request as well! I pondered a few ideas but then landed on this one! Also, that reel is so adorable and overprotective Jungkook is equally as adorable. Enjoy and please tell me what you think!

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Super cute gym bag? Check. FitBit to monitor your heart rate? Check. Your ONE Stanley cup because you didn’t need a thousand? Check.

Alright. You were ready to hit the gym.

Truthfully, neither you or Jungkook were the types to do resolutions. Both of your perfectionist and ambitious ways made it so if either of you wanted to do something, you’d do it. And you’d do it to the best of your ability.

You started working out a little bit during December, enjoying early morning jogs before work in the crisp air to get you pumped for the day. However, you haven’t really dedicated yourself to a complete workout regimen.

That’s where your husband came in.

He didn’t make resolutions either but he did want to start spending more time with you and the gym was a great place to start. So you suggested you two start working out together and he could have broken something from how fast he catapulted himself over the couch when you brought it up.

Since your husband was a certified gym rat, he was very excited about your interest in working out. It was no secret that he was obsessed with going to the gym; he always dedicated at least 2 hours a day to pumping iron and if he couldn’t go to the gym, he’d go jogging or do some exercise at home. He was dedicated to keeping his body fit and healthy, mostly for himself but also for you. He knew how much you loved his body and it definitely stroked his ego to see how you drooled over him.

While Jungkook drooled over you regardless, you still wanted to work out and maybe even spend some extra time with Jungkook. A couple’s workout sounded like a lot of fun to you, honestly.

“Ready to go, baby?” Jungkook asked once he entered the living room where you were tying up your braids into a ponytail.

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Yup! How do I look?” You gave him a little twirl, showing off your new leggings and the matching jacket.

Of course, his eyes went straight to your ass which looked extra plump in those pants. A part of him didn’t even want to leave the house, contemplating just bending you over and fucking you against the wall.

You looked so excited to go though and he didn’t want to rain on your parade. Pushing down his desire, he flashed you a smile.

“You look adorable.”

“Thank you. Now let’s go! I’m totally going to bench more than you.” You teased as you two walked out of your apartment.

He bellowed a laugh. “Yeah right. You get winded walking up the stairs.”

Pouting your lip, you playfully pushed him. “That was only because my legs were tired from riding you.”

His lip piercing sparkled as he flashed you a wolfish grin, one that sent shivers down your spine. You seriously thought about getting in a quickie in before leaving.

“Guess we’ll have to work on your stamina then.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you my stamina when we get back home.” You childishly fired back sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

When was leg day again?

The drive to the gym was quick and checking in was even quicker. After putting your things away in a locker, you and Jungkook found an empty space to start stretching in.

“Let’s start with toe touches.” Jungkook instructed with a clap of his hands.

“Okay!” Inhaling a deep breath, you bent over to touch your toes. Easy enough. Then you felt a hand on your back, urging you to straighten it a bit.

“Don’t hold your breath.” He said, his warm palm sneaking up the back of your jacket. Heat spread across your body. Damn fat ma! Not right now!

After enough of that, you two moved into more stretches: arm circles, lunges, jumping jacks and a few more. Jungkook stretched alongside you, only stopping to guide you through whenever he saw your form was off.

Overall, exercising with Jungkook was a bunch of fun. He was an attentive workout partner, reminding you to stay hydrated and motivating you whenever you wanted to give up. Not to mention, watching him get all sweaty was a bonus. He had abandoned his hoodie a while ago, leaving him in a tank top that showed off those muscular arms and bulging pecs.

You were gonna swallow his cock like a python when you got home.

For now though, you were focused on getting in some good squats while Jungkook moved just a few feet away to go fill his water bottle back up. He made sure you remained in his eyesight at all times, heart warming at the sight of you being so focused. He was so happy you had come with him to participate in one of his favorite interest. It really showed him how invested you were in his life and his hobbies. He hoped this could continue and you two would spend even more time together.

Also, your ass looked fine as hell in those leggings. It jiggled everytime you came back up and it made him want to rip those pants right off you.

Oh yeah, you were definitely coming to the gym with him more often.

Just as he finished filling his water, he turned around to start his walk back to you, only to pause when his eyes caught something.

A man was coming from the other side of the room, walking straight towards you, his eyes focused clearly on your ass as you bent forward.

Jungkook knew you were gorgeous which meant people often tried to approach you. His overprotective nature never allowed people to get too close, however. You could handle yourself and he knew that, he trusted you completely and never doubted your loyalty to him.

That didn’t mean he trusted others though.

Quickly walking towards you, his feet taking long strides to get to you faster, he stopped at your side just as you were coming back up from a squat. Jungkook immediately wrapped his arm around you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. Never one to turn down a kiss, you reciprocated, laying a few more on his lips for good measure.

His eyes locked with the man who was approaching you, brow furrowing and eyes sending a message that said:

Try it if you want to

The man’s eyes widened, turning back around on the heels of his feet to scamper off somewhere else.

Ever so unsuspecting, you turned around to see what your husband was looking at, only to find nothing. You placed your weight down, removing the AirPod from your ear to ask him what was wrong.

He just squinted his eyes before finally looking at you, sending you his sweetest smile.

“Nothing baby. Let’s just finish up so we can go home.”

And because you trusted him so much, you just shrugged and nodded. “Okay. Let me do this final rep and then we can go.”

“Sure. Let me help you.”

Getting behind you, he ‘guided’ you through the squats. Although you didn’t really need the help, the feeling of his boner pressing into your ass was telling enough.

“I wouldn’t call this helping, coach.” You smirked, making sure to rub your ass harder against him when you went down.

“I would. 5 more.”

~

“J-Jungkook!” You moaned, your hands slipping off the wall where you were bracing yourself as Jungkook pounded into you from behind.

He barely let you cool down from your workout before he was forcing you into the gym showers, pushing you into one of the spaces and turning on the water. It was obvious you didn’t come in here to wash yourselves, judging by how quick he was on his knees and attaching his greedy mouth to your clit. Both legs thrown over his shoulders and your back pushed against the cold wall, he devoured your cunt like it was the last time he’d ever taste it.

Since it was so late at night, the gym was practically empty which meant no one was there to disturb you. Then again, it was only 35 minutes until closing so you didn’t have a lot of time before an employee came to check for any stragglers.

But that was all the time Jungkook needed.

Hands digging into the juiciness of your ass, he forced you back and forth on his cock, the tip hitting you so deep that you were sure he was rearranging your guts.

Your knees shook from the force, still a little weak from the orgasm he just ripped out of you from eating you out. Now another one was steadily building, ready to spill over like a full glass.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the recoil on your ass. He didn’t know if immediate results from squats was a thing(you sure acted like it was) but for some reason, your ass looked even better as it clapped against his pelvis.

“Fuck baby. This ass….” He groaned, swiftly bringing his hand down on it. The water caused it to sting even more but you loved it.

“Make me cum, Kookie.” You whined and who was he to deny?

His hips continued his rough pace, hands molding and squeezing at your ass as if it was a block of clay. As his head rolled to the side in pleasure, his eyes saw something, a mischievous grin that you couldn’t see spreading across his face.

Grabbing your body wash, he flipped open the cap. You were so lost in the sauce that you didn’t even hear it, too focused on the feeling of his cock jabbing into your soft spot.

Then you felt the cold gel hit your skin, a squeak of shock coming from you. You tried to turn your head to see what Jungkook was doing, only to drop it when he readjusted himself to start hitting your spot repeatedly.

“Ooooo…fuck!”

Jungkook’s wet hands rubbed the soap all around, lathering it up all across your ass until the brown of your skin was covered in soapy bubbles. “Throw it back, baby.”

Using your arms as leverage, you tossed your ass back on him as hard as you could, the clapping noises drowning out the pounding water against the tile. It was too hot and hard to breathe but neither of you cared enough to stop, those delicious highs just over the hill. Your legs burned from your workout and you knew you’d be properly sore tomorrow but the feeling of Jungkook’s cock was just too good. You’d pop some IcyHot patches on later.

“I’m bout to cum, baby.” You cried, reaching a hand back to grip one of your soapy ass cheeks. Jungkook’s hot gaze followed the bubbles as they dripped down the crack and around his cock.

He was about to cum. Hard.

Reaching out to grab your shoulder, other hand still on your ass, he drove his cock into you so fast that the seat of your ass actually hurt from how hard his pelvic bones were hitting it.

Your orgasm hit before his, your mouth dropping open in a drawn out moan as fervid pleasure rushed down your back. Jungkook still didn’t stop as you came, a second orgasm hitting you right after the first. Your knees buckled inward from the pure force but Jungkook kept you balanced, thrusting a few more times before he reached his own peak.

“Ahhh….” He groaned, filling you to the hilt as his creamy cum painted thick ropes inside you.

After regaining your breaths, Jungkook helped you stand on your weak knees. You turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck to place a smooch on his lips.

“My legs hurt.” You sighed.

“Told you you have bad stamina. Ow! That hurt!” He cried, rubbing the spot where you pinched him.

“Don’t push it, Jeon. Now let’s go home so I can rest my legs.”

“But I thought you said you’d show me your stamina when we got- ow!”

#askberryhobii #bts #bts x black reader #bts smut #jungkook smut

[berryhobii]

Hello! I hope you are doing well! I love your work and I think what you are doing is amazing, thank you so much! I was wondering if you could write a drabble about YN and namjoon where she is jealous because someone is flirting with her man, but joon does not realise, so it ends up in really steamy sex where namjoon reasures reader she is it for him!

Thanks for your request! I really hope you like this!

~

There was no doubt that Namjoon was the ideal guy for a lot of people. He was the kind of person you’d be proud to take home to your parents.

Educated. Well spoken. Clean. Polite. A gentleman.

He was just wonderful. The absolute perfect man for you.

And only you.

Don’t get it wrong, you were very secure in your relationship with Namjoon. You’ve been together since college and were still going strong all these years later. Through college and your first steps in your respective careers, you two have always been joined at the hip. Supporting one another through every obstacle and loving each other through every milestone of your relationship.

There was no doubt in either of your mind’s that you two were meant for each other. It was wildly obvious that you were obsessed with each other.

But despite all of that, there were still some people out there who just didn’t know how to take a hint.

Namjoon had told you of an art show that one of his old friend’s was hosting and of course, you would be coming as his plus one. Supporting your man was very important to you and being there for him just made him feel so loved.

So you both got dressed to the nines—him in a sharp suit and you in a gorgeous floor length dress that made him want to marry you all over again.

The event was lovely, the art timeless and innovative, and the conversation both hilarious and inquisitive. Both you and Namjoon were in your element.

After chatting for a little while and browsing the art, you went to the bathroom to relieve yourself and touch up your makeup.

“I’ll be right back.” You said in Namjoon’s ear, taking your purse from his lap. He almost always carried it for you since you’d grow tired of it after a while. Especially if it didn’t have a strap.

He hummed and nodded, accepting a quick kiss from you before you stood to your feet to walk off. His eyes diligently watched you the entire time until you disappeared. Good thing he could see the opening to the bathroom from his seat. That lessened his nerves just a tad. He honestly hated when you weren’t in his eyesight. Not that you couldn’t protect yourself but he just always felt protective over you.

After you were done in the bathroom, you made your way back to Namjoon. A few people stopped you to chat, admiring your wedding ring and exchanging information for future business conquests. By the time you made it back to where Namjoon was sitting, your feet were killing you and you were about ready to call it a night.

As you caught sight of your giant of a husband, you paused in your tracks at the current scene going on in front of you.

Namjoon was surrounded by three people, 2 of which you’ve never seen before—2 men and a woman. The men were standing just to Namjoon’s right, laughing at something that was said and the woman was to Namjoon’s left, talking about something that you assumed was dumb.

But all you could focus on was her hand that was placed on his bicep. And did she just squeeze it?! The only person who could feel him up was you! Who the hell did she think she was? Does she not see the wedding band around his finger? An undeniable sign that he’s already spoken for?

Knowing Namjoon for all these years, you knew he wasn’t always the type to voice his uncomfortablenesses. He didn’t like making scenes over small things. You could tell he was the slightest bit uncomfortable with her hand touching him, judging by the way he kept lifting his arm to adjust his glasses so that she’d stop. But then she’d just laugh again and place her arm right back on his arm.

You couldn’t help the little feeling bubbling inside of you. It surprised you a little, honestly.

It wasn’t really jealousy though. No, that wasn’t it.

You weren’t jealous.

You were…….ticked off.

Straightening your face, you fixed your posture before strutting right up to them. Namjoon caught sight of you immediately, his eyes brightened and a smile spreading across his face, those kissable dimples indenting his cheeks. Goodness, he was so adorable. You just wanted to kiss his face and smother him with love.

He stood to his feet, her hand dropping from his arm again. Good.

“Darling, you’re back.”

You smiled lovingly at him, fluttering your eyelashes in a way that made his heart soar.

“I am. You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Placing your hand on his arm, the same place she had, you leaned into his embrace but not before making quick eye contact with the woman behind him. She simply raised an eyebrow which ticked you off just a little more.

“Oh yeah. These are some of my old friends.” He moved so that he could introduce you and so that the others could fully see you. “Everyone, this is my wife, y/n.”

After introducing you to everyone, you learned Ms. Touchy Touchy’s name was Yui. Apparently, she was one of the people Namjoon studied abroad with during freshman year. That was before you even met him.

Namjoon offered you his seat but Yui jumped up from hers. “No she can sit here. Those shoes look painful. Cheaper ones normally don’t have support.”

Oh this bitch.

“Yeah. I guess my Jimmy Choo’s are cheaper than most of my shoes.” You shot back with a smile, stepping forward to take her seat. “I like your shoes too. I think I saw them when I was shopping for phone cases on Shein.”

Sucking her teeth, she moved to sit on the other side of Namjoon, placing a hand on his arm once again.

“So Namjoon, we were planning on grabbing some drinks later. You should join us. We can catch up some more. Unless you’re still as much of a lightweight as you were in college.” She leaned forward a little more, the opening of her blouse revealing her cleavage.

Namjoon lifted his hand to touch adjust his glasses again but her hand remained firm.

“Oh uh….” You could see the nerves in his face.

You decided to intercept before it got too far. “We can’t. We have to be up early to meet our friends for brunch, don’t we baby?” You lifted your own hand to place on his chest. It just so happened to be the hand with your enormous wedding ring on it. Her eyes caught it, just the hint of a sneer twitching at her lips.

Namjoon glanced over at you and then to her. “Yup! That’s right. We have brunch. Maybe some other time.”

Or maybe never.

“My love, I’m actually really tired. Don’t you think it’s time to go home?” You batted your eyelashes at him, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

He kissed your temple again. “Of course baby. Let’s go say goodbye to Lee and then we can go.” He stood and held out his hand for you to take. “We’re gonna go guys but we should catch up soon.” He gave Jackson and Joshua a quick guy hug before turning to Yujin and giving her a side hug.

“You should take my number down, Namjoon. We could catch up…..privately.” Her suggestive tone made you want to snatch her right out of those cheap shoes.

“His phone is dead. He always forgets to charge it. Come on baby. There’s Lee. It was nice meeting you guys and seeing you again Jackson.”

~

Once you and Namjoon got back home, he went to take a shower while you sat at your vanity to remove your makeup and take the pins out of your updo.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that Yui chick. What was her deal? Commenting on your shoes? Ha! Your credit card didn’t have a limit. You could buy every pair of shoes in her closet a thousand times over. And being all touchy feeling with your husband. It’s like she was asking to get taken out at the kneecaps.

The bathroom door opened, steam billowing out and your sexy husband stepped out. Water dripped from his hair and down his pecs, a towel hung low on his hips and another in his hands that he was drying his hair with.

Your sharp eyes followed him across the room as he walked over to the closet to pick out a pair of boxers. The thick muscles in his back contracted and shifted with every movement, light red marks stretched across the honey kissed skin, remnants of your love making from this morning. And you could still feel the bruises his fingers indented in your hips when he was giving you the back shots of the century.

Namjoon was yours. All yours. Pushy women like that didn’t make you nervous.

“What’s bothering you?”

You blinked out of your daze, just now realizing that Namjoon was crouched down next to you.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

He placed his hand over yours in your lap, his palm slightly cold from coming from the shower.

“You were quiet the entire ride home. And you didn’t come into the bathroom with me to have a conversation about dinner like you always do. What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t fight the smile that rose to your face. He knew you so well.

Sighing, you reached out a hand to cup his cheek. “It’s just, that Yvette chick kept touching you and I could see you were uncomfortable. You only fix your glasses that much when you’re uncomfortable.”

“You mean Yui?”, he asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I didn’t like how she kept touching you. Then that comment on my shoes? Ugh.”

Namjoon thought you were adorable.

“Baby, are you jealous?”

You sputtered, scoffing and waving your hand around. “I rebuke that, of course I’m not jealous. I just don’t like people touching what’s mine.” The hand that was cupping his cheek went to grip his chin, tilting his chin up so that your dark eyes could lock with him.

“You’re mine. I’m the only one that can touch your arms like that.”

He smirked, lowkey loving how slightly possessive you are. Seeing you get all pouty over some girl touching him made him remember one of the many reasons he was head over heels for you.

“Oh yeah?”

~

“When will you learn you’re the only one I want? Huh? Fuck, you think I’d let this sweet little pussy go?”

You could barely hear him. The force of his thrusts was knocking your cute little brain all around. You’re pretty sure you just forgot your name but why did you need yours when you knew his?

“Na……nam….” Damn, you could barely get his name out.

Your moans and whimpers were only pushing him further. He’d fuck you until his cock was imprinted in your slick walls, until there was no amount of doubt left in you.

Grabbing both of your ass cheeks in his hands, he pushed his entire cock into you, the head of it resting right against your cervix. Your mouth dropped, hands scrambling to grab onto anything only to meet the mattress since you’ve already ripped the sheets and pillows off the bed.

You tried to run from him but he held firm. “No.” He growled in your ear. “Tell me who I belong to. Tell me.” One of his hands went around to your clit, pressing into harshly and rubbing quick circles on it.

You shook your head, mouth dropping and eyes crossing as he pushed you to your nth orgasm of the evening.

His hips started again, this time even faster, his fingers working your clit and stimulating the little nub past the point of overstimulation.

“Tell me. Who do I belong to?”

With drool dripping off the corners of your mouth, you let out a strained, “Me….”

“Again.” His hand that wasn’t on your clit placed 3 slaps in succession on your ass.

“Me!”

His grin was almost animalistic, ego flaring at hearing you moan out your claim on him.

“That’s right. I’m yours. All yours. Don’t forget.”

In a flash, you were flipped over on your back, feet pushed up to your ears. You instinctively brought your arms around your knees to keep yourself folded.

Namjoon bit his lip. Why would he let go?

Grabbing his cock, he lined back up with your abused cunt before pushing back into your dripping heat. Your head repeatedly hit the bed, the feeling of him filling you back up too much to handle.

The pace he set should be considered criminal, his own orgasm close.

He couldn’t take his eyes off your pleasured face. Your eyes were hooded and unfocused, your plump lips wet with drool and his kisses, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. You were so beautiful. He’d be damned if he ever let some old friend he barely paid attention to make you feel like he didn’t want you. He only wanted you. That ring on your finger, this house, all those Chanel purses—they were all for you. He meant what he said in his vows. You were the only person he had his eyes on and you would be for the rest of your lives.

If he needed to fuck it into you every now and again, he’d happily oblige.

Reaching out, he gripped your face, squishing your cheeks and making your lips purse. He leaned down to whisper, “I’m all yours baby. I promise. I love you and only you, okay?”

You knew that. Of course you did.

“Now cum all over my cock.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

Hi queen hope your day is going great ❤️

Can I request bf!jungkook x black thick reader reader showing off her new bikinis that she recently purchased to him ( you don’t have to make it a smut if you don’t want to ʕ·ٹ·ʔ)

Thanks so much for your request! I hope you enjoy and please leave feedback if you want🩵I made this very fluffy and a little suggestive as well.

~

Impromptu fashion shows were a favorite of yours. Whenever you purchased new clothes, you just had to try them on at home even if you already tried them on at the store. You didn’t get your boyfriend to install that big ass mirror with built in lights for nothing.

Jungkook was sitting on the couch watching television when he heard you burst through the front door.

“I’m home, love!” You called, toeing off your shoes before entering the living room. Multiple shopping bags lined your arms, all of different sizes and colors.

He stood to his feet, coming over to help you with all of the bags. “Here, sweet. Let me help.”

“Thanks.”

“You sure bought a lot of things. Is this all for our vacation?” He asked as you two walked back to your bedroom.

“Yup!” You chirped. “There was a sale and I couldn’t resist.”

After he placed all of the bags down, he turned to you to give you some much appreciated affection. You were way ahead of him, wrapping your arms around his body to snuggle into him.

“I missed you.” You fluttered your eyelashes at him, tilting your head back to receive some pecks on the lips which he gratefully gave you.

His hands ran up and down your back, trailing down to your ass to give it a squeeze, almost lifting you off the ground.

“Missed you too.” He mumbled against your lips, rocking you two back and forth. After basking in the love for a moment, you pulled away.

“I want to show you all of the things I got.” You excitedly clapped, going over to start sorting through your bags. As you did that, Jungkook went to sit on the bed, leaning back on his hands and eyes focused on you.

Jungkook couldn’t help but admire and gaze upon you. You were just so perfect in his eyes. His heart swelled with love as he watched you pull random things out of the shopping bags, chattering about how you found them or how you caught a sale. He just loved seeing you so happy and passionate about something. And he loved being able to spoil you, not even caring about his credit card statement because it was all for you. He just wanted to give you the world.

He also wanted to give you a bite on that incredibly juicy ass. Everytime you bent over to grab something out of another bag, he was reminded of this morning when he bent you over the bathroom counter as you were moisturizing your coils. You barely got out of the door to meet your girlfriends on time, having to stop yourself from licking every inch of your boyfriend. And from him licking every inch of you…..again.

You made an excited noise, signaling you found something you really wanted to show him.

Turning to him, you held up some pieces of fabric but he couldn’t really tell what they were.

“I also got these swimsuits. They were 4 for 1. Don’t you love this color?”

He smiled at you. “Yeah it’s beautiful, sweet. I’m sure you’ll look gorgeous in them.”

“I’m gonna try them on! Wait right here!” You jumped on your toes before skipping over to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

While he waited, he looked through one of the bags closest to him, finding a few dresses and a new pair of denim shorts that he could imagine you in now.

“You’re definitely taking these.” He said to himself.

Right as he was about to snoop through another bag, the bathroom door opened and you stepped out.

His jaw could have unhinged itself from how hard it dropped.

A wide smile spread across your face, your feet taking you across the room to stand before your large mirror. It also just so happened to be right across from the bed so Jungkook got a front row seat to your curvy backside.

The dark purple fabric popped against your brown skin, the strings tied carefully on your wide hips to keep the bottoms up. His eyes practically swallowed you whole, gulping down a block in his throat as you ran your hands up your own body. You were just checking yourself out innocently but the way you were doing it was sending pulses straight to his cock.

You finally turned towards him, a hopeful and happy expression on your face.

“What do you think?” You spread your arms and wiggled your fingers.

The front was just as good as the back. The top was halter fashion, your full breasts sitting nicely and almost spilling out of the sides.

Biting his lip and trying to control his raging boner, he got out an, “I love it, sweets. The color looks great on you.”

Your happiness soared at your boyfriend’s approval. While you were body confident and didn’t need anyone telling you if they liked how you dressed, you just absolutely loved when your boyfriend complimented you. You loved dressing up and looking nice for him just as much as yourself. The whole reason you went shopping was to gather a wardrobe for the couple’s vacation you were attending with some of you and Jungkook’s friends. The plans actually made it out of the group chat and in about 2 weeks, you’d be on a plane with your best friends and your man for a week long vacation in Costa Rica. You were so excited!

“Okay! I’m gonna go put on the next one.”

The next one was a black and white one piece with a large bow across the chest. More modest but equally as cute.

“I like this one too.” And he did. He thought you looked great in anything.

Your next choice was a green and white two piece with a cover up skirt.

“This one is so cute! Can’t you just imagine me lounging by a pool? A margarita in hand? And one of those big floppy hats?” You twirled around, posing as if you had a hat on your head.

Yes he could. Your brown skin would soak in the sunlight, relaxation seeping out of every pore on your body. He just knew you’d look gorgeous with luxury and sunlight painting you.

“Come here, sweet.” He beckoned you. Of course, you came right over to stand between his legs, your hands going to push his hair back out of his face. He’s been letting it grow out lately and you’ve been loving it—playing with it, braiding it……..gripping it when he ate you out. He talked about getting a little trim before you went of vacation so you were basking in it for the time being.

His warm palms ran up the sides of your legs, chin resting on your lower belly to stare up at you.

“I’m so excited for our trip.” You said, running a thumb across his eyebrow to his piercing. That was certainly a welcomed addition to his lip piercing and his new sleeve of tattoos. He’s also been working harder in the gym so he just looked extra delicious lately. And the whole alternative bad boy aesthetic was sort of a turn on to you. He already had a full sleeve when you met him and it definitely fed your fantasies. And now that he was officially all yours, those fantasies were becoming true every day.

Fantasy number 43: A vacation in a humid place with your buff and tattooed boyfriend? Yes please!

“Me too. I can’t wait to see you in all of these clothes.”

“Really? I feel like I got too much.”

He hummed. “Doesn’t matter. Just make sure I get to take them off at the end of the night.”

You rolled your eyes at his suggestive tone but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send shocks down your body.

Your hand pulled at his hair, tilting his head back. A grunt rumbled in his chest, hands gripping at your ass. “How about we practice now?”

Jungkook gripped you tighter, laying back and bringing you down with him. Squeals of laughter came from you as Jungkook pressed kisses all over your face.

“Should I show you the lingerie I got too?”

Oh yeah. This would be the best vacation ever.

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #jungkook smut #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

Thank you so much for the masterlist!! I can't wait to get home from work and read everything again😄If it's not too much trouble, could you please write about Firefighter Joonie?

Reader and him have recently moved in together and she has never seen him come home from work. Imagine him coming in with the uniform, the arms, sweaty, speaking about how he saved lifes... she would ride him into the sunset🥵🥵🥵🥵

Probably one of my favorite asks so far! My thumbs were just blazing the entire time I wrote this. I was on a serious roll. Please enjoy and I hope it’s to your liking!🩵

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Rising from your midday nap, you stretched your body, groaning as your bones popped and muscles strained. You reached blindly for your phone, squinting at the bright light that radiated off of it.

4PM. Welp, looks like you weren’t washing your hair today. After spending most of the morning cleaning and a little bit of the afternoon catching up on work, your nap was well deserved. The oven needed deep cleaning and October was here which meant you needed to decorate the apartment for the festivities. You actually fell asleep while looking through websites for decorations. All of that was super important.

Excuses. You just didn’t want to wash your hair. Oh well, maybe you’d just go to the salon and get it deep cleaned. Your nails and toes needed a touch up as well. Yeah, a pampering day sounded great.

Standing from the bed, you shuffled into the living room while checking your text messages. There were a few from your friends and parents. They wanted you to come home for Thanksgiving this year since you didn’t go last year due to Namjoon’s work schedule.

Namjoon, your husband, was a firefighter. When he started, his shifts were always very long. You wouldn’t see him for days at a time but now with more people being hired at the station, his schedule has changed. Now, he only worked about 24 hours with 48 hours of rest in between which you absolutely loved. And you worked from home so those 48 hours were spent resting and spoiling him like he deserved.

He’d probably be home around 12AM tonight, long after you’ve fallen asleep but that was okay. You knew he’d wake you up to let you know he was home. That or the sound of him tripping over the table in the hallway would alert you. The first time he did that, you thought someone had broken in and almost clocked him with a bat. Good thing you recognized his voice or you would have broken a bone.

Stepping into the living room, you were surprised to see the very person you were thinking about sitting on the couch. A bowl of food was clutched in his hand, chopsticks in the other to slurp up the noodles.

He noticed you the moment you entered, face turning to you, cheeks puffed out. You wanted to bite them.

He quickly chewed and swallowed, a smile spreading across his face. “Baby, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?” He placed his bowl down and stood to his feet to approach you.

You didn’t answer. Partially because you weren’t really listening.

Not when your beefcake husband was practically half naked on your couch.

A grey, thin tank top on his upper body, the fabric stretching against the curves of his chest. His buff arms, which have held you in a headlock many a time, were a bit shiny from sweat, as was his throat and collarbone. Around his hips was a pair of coveralls, obviously taken off to release some of the body heat and cool down his honey kissed skin.

Oh god……were you still sleeping?

He tilted his head at your lack of an answer. “Baby? Are you okay?” He reached out a large hand to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger. That single touch sent fire hotter than Sean Kingston through your body, your knees almost buckling from the pure control he had over you without even doing anything.

You were a thirsty bitch. Whoever is up there writing your life’s tv show, thank you.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine.” Your eyes couldn’t even lift from his pecs and the indents of his abs. You’ve felt up every inch of his skin before but you still got so amazed at just how thick and fit he was.

He pouted and it shouldn’t have affected you how it did but your panties were ruined now.

“Okay. I wanted to call you but I dropped my phone and then we got an alert so I ended up stepping on it by accident.” He sheepishly smiled and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He had recently buzzed most of his hair, even getting a few stylistic lines in the sides. While it was less to grab, that never stopped you from running your hands all over it. You should right now but you didn’t want him to think you weren’t paying attention to him.

You definitely weren’t and believe you, you were trying so hard to focus but how could you when his cute laugh made his abs contract?

“There was a small house fire but we managed to save everyone with no casualties. Isn’t that great? The little girl I saved even said she wanted to marry me. So sweet. I hope they’re doing well.” His smile was so endearing, those absolutely kissable dimples just begging for your attention.

Your brain decided to start functioning again at that moment, your eyes finally lifting to meet his. “That’s great, honey. I’m glad everything worked out. Um….why, why are you home so early?” Not that you didn’t mind but he’s never come home early, especially not in his fire station uniform.

“Oh right. The showers at the station are busted so I came home. I also forgot the lunch you made.” He lifted an arm to rub at the back of his neck, his bicep bulging and screaming for you to bite it.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Have you lost your mind?”

Your sharp tone made him pause, a look of utter confusion spreading across his handsome features. You wanted to kiss it off.

His eyes nervously shuffled around. You weren’t an angry person, not at all. He’s never heard you take that kind of tone with anyone, especially not him. Even when you were really upset, your voice stayed even and soft so this sudden change baffled him.

“Uh…..what?”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head as your fiery eyes squinted at him. “What what? I’m asking you are you crazy?”

He was so confused. “Wha….baby, why are you upset? Is it because I sat on the couch in my outside clothes? I’m sorry, I just wanted to check up on the soccer game and I sat down. I promise I’ll clean it.”

A quick hand reached out, your nails slightly scratching against his chest as you balled up the front of his tank in your first. You yanked him down and he easily folded, actually a little more nervous than before. Were you about to hit him? No, you’d never do that. What was he thinking? But with the way you were sneering at him, a very small part of him thought you might. He knew you hated outside clothes on the furniture and he did it anyway. Damn it, Namjoon.

Leaning forward until your lips were just millimeters from his, you said, “how dare you walk in here looking like this? Like you’re for the streets? Are you crazy?”

Still confused, Namjoon squeaked out a, “I….I don’t-“

You cut him off, “you walk in here like this and you have to nerve to not have your cock down my throat right now?”

Oh. Oh. OH!

He could barely react before you were dragging him back over to the couch. Your hand released his shirt and both worked on unzipping the rest of his coveralls, yanking those and his boxers down in one fell swoop.

You pushed him down on the couch, a light ‘oof’ coming from him. He was still a little dazed from your sudden burst of confidence but his body reacted all the same. You normally initiated sex anyway so this shouldn’t be a shock but you’ve never been like this. Your way of initiating was normally feeling him up, subtly brushing your ass past him, or just plain ole walking into the shower with him.

He’s never seen you quite like this.

Your hand gripped his cock that was slowly hardening up. Gathering saliva in your mouth, you spit on the head of his cock, stroking it to spread it around.

It didn’t take long for Namjoon to get hard, his thick cock standing to attention within 30 seconds of you touching him.

“Baby…..I-“

You cut him off with your mouth, taking him all the way to the hilt on the first try. His head knocked back against the couch, hips jerking from the sudden onslaught of your warm mouth.

Not wasting any time, you began bobbing your head, deepthroating him with practiced ease. Drool spilled out the sides of your mouth to his balls which you happily fondled in your palm.

His hands gripped the edge of the couch, eyes struggling not to close. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of this.

“Oh shit…..baby, your mouth is ssss-so good.”

You hummed around his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you came back up. You slurped and drooled all over it, pursing your lips once you got to the tip to spit on it again.

He already felt close. One of his hands reached out to grab your hair, the coils soft under his touch. He didn’t need to do any forcing to get you to deepthroat him again, just needing something to grip on before he floated away.

Your dark eyes lifted to lock with his. More sweat than before dripped down his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to quench his dry throat. You wanted to burn his image on your brain, tattoo it on your eyelids. Maybe you’d describe it to a sketch artist and then get it blown up and framed.

“I’m cumming…..I’m cum…..oh fuck.”

Feeling his cock pulse in your mouth, you gave his balls a nice squeeze, taking him all the way in your throat once again. That was all he needed to cum down your throat.

You swallowed it down greedily, sucking your way back up his still hard shaft before coming off him with a pop.

He was breathing heavily, chest lifting and rising as he tried to bring air back into himself but you didn’t care about none of that.

Pulling off your own clothes, he barely processed you climbing on top of him until he felt your slick pussy rubbing against his cock.

His eyes, that he didn’t remember closing, fluttered open, catching your desperate expression. Your lips immediately captured his, hands rubbing at the buzzed hair on his head to pull him closer. He reciprocated your kiss, own hands going down to your ass to squeeze and slap it around.

Your lips broke from his, puffs of air coming from both of you. “Take your shirt off.” He couldn’t even comply because you were already pulling it up over his head, tossing it off somewhere. Reaching between your bodies, you gripped his still hard and saliva soaked cock, lifting your hips so that you could line him up.

There was no gradual slide. No no. You slammed your ass down on his cock in one motion, the stretch burning in the best of ways. Your head tilted back at the welcomed intrusion, cock pressed right against every good spot inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass impossibly tight, almost as tight as the way your walls were hugging him. He’s only felt you like this during your ovulation days and he knows for a fact the next one was 2 weeks away.

“Fuck! Baby wait, I can’t.” He already felt like he was about to cum again.

You weren’t hearing it though. Adjusting yourself so that you were balanced on your feet, hands digging into his shoulders, you began riding him like your life depended on it. It certainly felt like it did.

Your pussy gripped him on every stroke, wetness soaking his lap and the backs of your thighs. It was endlessly pouring from you like a fountain. His cock was just too good.

You gripped the back of his neck, pulling his face to your collarbone. You could feel the heat of his labored breaths against your nipples, making the nubs harden even further.

His moans were loud and projected, the hands on your ass forcing you down everytime you came back up.

“Oh my god! Fuck fuck fuck! Ah ah ah.” You haven’t heard him curse that much in years. His hips began canting up to meet yours, orgasm just inches away.

“That’s it, baby. Use that pussy. You’re so fucking sexy.” You gritted out, yours not far behind. You leaned one arm back to rest on his knee, still keeping the same rhythm but now you could really appreciate him.

His abs were shifting like crazy, arms bulging bigger than before. Maybe you should do doggy next so he could effectively choke you with them. You’ll come back to that but first….

“I’m gonna cum all over this thick cock, baby.” You whined, other hand that wasn’t supporting you reaching out to scratch at his bicep. A little part of you soared at the red welts. You couldn’t mark him up as much as you’d like but this was more than enough for now.

The slight sting of pain sent Namjoon straight into overdrive. He yanked you forward, hooking his arms underneath your knees, gripping your ass again and began bouncing you on his cock.

A scream ripped from your throat, vocal cords aching slightly but you didn’t care about that. You’d suck a cough drop later.

Right now, you were only focused on the hot searing pleasure that was coursing through you. Your arms wrapped around his head, one hand scratching at his upper back, toes curling from where they were flopping around.

Each thrust put him deeper and deeper into your velvet walls and you were squeezing him like crazy.

“NAMJOON! I’m cumming!” Your orgasms crashed simultaneously, thick waves of ecstasy flowing over both of you.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth dropping in a silent scream and your arms hugging him just a bit tighter.

His ears were ringing as your walls milked every drop out of him. He’s never felt such bliss before and that was saying something since you put it on him good and often. This time just felt so different, so desperate, so intimate. If it was possible to fall more in love with you, he would and probably was.

After a few minutes of basking, your legs still twitching from the aftershocks, you two rested against each other.

“Baby….that was….”

You mindlessly drew little shapes on his chest, humming to confirm you were listening. “I know. I don’t know what came over me. Just seeing you all sweaty and in uniform just did something.”

“I really thought I had messed up. Why would you scare me like that?” He chuckled, spanking one of your ass cheeks. He’s lucky you were tired or else you’d get horny again. It also didn’t take much for you to get in the mood again anyway.

You breathed out a laugh too. “Sorry. Your face was just so adorable.”

You two sat in silence for a moment longer before he broke it.

“I really need to shower and get back to work though.”

You pouted, rubbing your cheek against his chest. You didn’t want him to go but you knew he had an important job. You probably already set him back anyway. And he still had to shower. Good thing the station is close.

“Okay. Hopefully no one will be bothered that you took so long.”

“Do you see the marks you left on my arm? They’ll definitely bother me.”

You nipped at his skin playfully. “Oh well. You shouldn’t have come home looking so delicious then. I blame you.”

“Yeah? Just wait until tomorrow.”

Needless to say, those 48 hours were spent with you receiving an orgasm for every time Namjoon got teased about the red marks.

You’d do it again too. Not even Namjoon could put out that fire.

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #askberryhobii #bts imagines

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Hiiiii i just absolutely love your work and your representation for us black fans/readers thank u sm!!! im also extremely obsessed with Late for Work couple but this could go for any of the couples. im not sure if youre still taking requests (if not im so sorry not trying to be pushy kdjsks) but i wanted to know how would you think reader x Jungkook handle being an interracial couple in korea?! esp w her being a black woman? like reader feels a moment of insecurity or something and JK feels angry that someone made her feel that way and just loves her and makes her feel better? pure fluff or smut, ik you'd capture it perfectly 🥺💞 love you keep up the amazing work and take it easy!!!! xoxoxoxxxxx 💜💜💜

Hi! Thanks so much for your request! It really inspired me because I definitely understand being in an interracial relationship and the prejudice and problems we as black people face when he decide to date outside of our race. To my black people, WE ARE BEAUTIFUL. We have always been beautiful. People who hate on us fear our beauty because they know they could never replicate us or do what we do. Again, thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy! I made it a angsty but with fluff and just a tiny little piece of smut at the end. I also set this with the LFW Couple during their engagement phase🩵🩵🩵

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Being a black woman, you’ve faced a lot of hate and turmoil. Some from your own community, some from others and even some self deprecation from yourself.

Regardless, you had amazing parents and friends who always assured you that your skin was beautiful and that you were beautiful. You were a black woman—the blueprint, the most elegant and graceful, the most envied.

You should be proud and you were.

Despite having so much overflowing confidence, there were moments where you could feel that little monster called insecurity crawling up your spine.

The most recent moment you could remember was a few months after you got engaged to your now wonderful husband, Jungkook.

He had taken charge of a lot of the wedding planning, saying he had a lot of good ideas and since he spent a lot of time at home anyway, he’d do most of the searching and calling. Of course, you’d come home and give some of your ideas as well.

“It’s your day, baby. I want you to have everything you want.”

Your heart and tummy soared with butterflies at hearing that. He really treated you like a princess. It was both of your wedding but Jungkook wanted you to have the wedding of your dreams. He didn’t care if you wanted him to wear pajamas or dye his hair orange, he’d do it if it meant you’d be happy.

With wedding preparations came things like makeup consultations and hair trials. As a black woman in Korea, there wasn’t a lot of options for makeup that fit your skin or people who understood your natural hair so you knew you’d probably be relying on yourself a lot for the time being. Good thing you knew how to do your own makeup and hair but doing it yourself kind of took away the magic and experience of wedding planning.

Thankfully, with some hard searching, you found a salon with a black employee. You could have cried tears of joy, seeing as her skin complexion was close to yours and that she had experience with wedding makeup.

Her name was Jazz and she was actually born in South Korea. The salon she worked at was owned by a close friend of her parents and she’s been working there for a few years.

“So, tell me about your fiancé. Is he handsome?” She asked you in English as she detangled your hair. Your Korean was pretty good but you sometimes preferred English.

You smiled just thinking about him, pulling up a photo of him on your phone. It was a selfie you two took after getting engaged—your left hand raised to show off your ring and him cheesing hard at the camera.

Jazz made an ‘oooo’ sound, looking a little closer at him. “He is very handsome. How’d you bag someone like that?”

With candy crush, you thought.

“Yeah. He’s amazing. He’s so kind and sweet too. I can’t imagine life without him.” You chattered dreamily. Your life had barely started with Jungkook but you wanted to live the rest of it with him. You wanted to laugh with him, to scold him for staying up too late, to argue with him and then make up later, to experience every joyous moment with him.

You only wanted him. For the rest of your life.

Jungkook came to pick you up after your appointment, waltzing into the shop like he owned it. You bit your lip at the sight of him—he’s being growing his hair out, claiming he wanted to see how it would look before the wedding. He asked how you’d like it and you insisted you’d love his hair any kind of way but you were secretly wishing he’d grow it out and wear a ponytail. Fingers crossed!

When you started spending more time together, you noticed how many hours he spent in the gym. You’d FaceTime him sometimes and he’d often be boxing or lifting weights, sweat dripping down his neck and muscles bulging. And yes, the first time you two had sex was after one of those calls. You had given yourself a 90 day time restraint, just to make sure he was pursuing you for more than just sex. 89 days was pretty close though so you considered it a win!

He scrunched his nose in a cute smile when he saw you, long legs carrying him over to where you were getting some final touchups by Jazz. She noticed him approaching, jaw dropping at your fiancé.

She leaned down to whisper scream in your ear, “girl he is fine as hell!”

You chuckled. “I know.” Standing to your feet, you greeted your sexy fiancé. “Hi baby.” You greeted in Korean.

Once he was close enough, he pulled you into a hug, inhaling the scent of your clean hair and all the products Jazz used. He pulled away to get a good look at you.

“You look beautiful baby.” He complimented and you smiled even wider, feeling all giddy under the praise. “Do you think this is the hairstyle you want for the wedding?”

“I like it but I don’t know. I’m gonna come back.”

“Please do!” Jazz chimed from behind you, making both of you laugh.

“Jungkook, this is Jazz.” You introduced. He smiled politely at her, reaching out a hand for her to shake.

“Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasures mine. I have so many ideas for the wedding and I just know your fiancé will look amazing in anything.” She gushed.

You felt Jungkook’s hand squeeze at your waist, looking down at you with soft eyes that made your heart flutter.

“I know she will too.”

You wanted to plant a smooch right on those lips, squeeze him tightly and never let him go.

Jazz’s grin was wider than the damn Joker. Ah, she loved love.

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly as he remembered something, turning to Jazz, he inquired, “hey, do you guys dye hair here? I’m thinking of going purple.” He followed an excited Jazz over to the wall where they kept hair dye samples.

You smiled endearingly at both of them. They both gave off golden retriever energy. You hoped they’d be friends.

While they did that, you went back to the waiting area. You had seen a wedding magazine that you wanted to show Jungkook.

There were 2 older Korean lady’s sitting there, chatting to each other and reading magazines as well. They looked up when you entered, giving you looks that you’ve grown used to living here. It wasn’t really disgust or anything, it was more like a “what are you going here” kind of look.

You smiled at them, bowing your head a little in respect before shifting through the magazines for the one you were looking for. You found it, flipping through the pages to search for the centerpieces you saw.

“She’s marrying him? How distasteful.” You heard one of them say. You paused for a second. Were they talking about you? No, right? They were already having a conversation before you walked up. They were probably talking about someone else.

Just mind your business, you thought.

“It’s bad enough one of them is working here. I don’t want her touching my hair but Sunhee insists she knows what she’s doing. I don’t believe it. They can barely take care of their own hair. Just look at it.”

There was no way you could doubt that. They were definitely talking about Jazz. She had hair that appeared shorter, compliments of shrinkage. She showed you a photo of her hair straight and it was very close to her butt. You knew of the negative implications behind natural hair, especially when it came to shrinkage and the stereotypes surrounding it. You wished people understood more about black hair but ignorance had no bounds.

“I’d never let my son marry one of her kind. Look at her. She looks dirty. Just imagine their children. Ugh.”

Dirty? You weren’t dirty. And what was one of your kind? They were talking about you like you were less than human. You’ve experienced a lot over the years living here in South Korea—fetishization, discrimination, even people randomly touching you but you’ve never had anyone be that bold to speak about you right in front of you. They must have heard you speaking English with Jazz and assumed you didn’t understand them. Or they could very much well know you spoke Korean and just didn’t care.

You didn’t even realize Jungkook approaching you, startling a little at his hand on your back.

“You alright, baby?”

You managed a convincing smile. You didn’t want to cause a scene or anything. Jungkook was very overprotective of you. He didn’t tolerate disrespect and your comfort and safety was his number one priority. He was quick to remove you from any situations that he thought you’d be unsafe in and he was even quicker in shutting someone down who tried to embarrass or disrespect you.

You trusted him with your whole heart so why was it so hard to tell him? You took one look in those doe like eyes and you never wanted to see them harden in anger or get misty with tears.

So you smiled and reassured him. “I’m fine. I wanted to show you these centerpieces. Aren’t they nice?”

“They’re wonderful. I really like that arrangement. Let me take a picture of it.” He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo. “Ready to go? Taehyung and Namjoon invited us out to dinner.”

“Yup. All ready. Let me just say bye to Jazz.”

He nodded and let you go. Your smile dropped when you turned around, speed walking over to Jazz who was cleaning her station.

She noticed you walking up. “Oh, your fiancé already paid for you. He also made an appointment to dye his hair purple. Can you believe it? I personally think red would suit him better but-“

You cut her off by pulling her into a tight hug. You know you just met her so this was probably strange but you just needed her to know something.

She did think this was the tiniest bit weird but she still reciprocated your hug. You were a really nice person and she loved knowing of another black woman living in the same area.

“You okay?” She asked.

You pulled away and smiled at her. “I’m wonderful. And you’re beautiful.”

Her expression softened. “Thank you. So are you.”

“Here, take my number. I’d love it if you could come to my wedding.”

~

The entire car ride home, you were quiet. You had turned on the music to avoid any conversation. You knew if Jungkook started questioning you about what happened at the salon, you’d break and tell him about those women. You also knew it was stupid of you to hold it in but you just couldn’t tell him. You’d just forget and move on.

Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

When you got home, Jungkook went to take a phone call and you went to the bedroom to stare at yourself in the mirror.

You loved your hair. You loved yourself. You loved your skin. Those women were just ignorant. You shouldn’t let them get to you.

But you couldn’t stop thinking of what they said about you and Jungkook.

“I’d never let my son marry one of her kind.”

Did Jungkook’s parents think that of you? They were very kind to you and never made you feel not welcomed. You spoke to his mother all the time about the wedding. She’s even taught you how to cook Jungkook’s favorite meals. His father was a bit more stern but still a very kind man.

And what about Jungkook? Did he have an issue with you being black? You don’t think he would have dated or proposed to you if he didn’t, right? You never assumed he had an issue with your race just like you didn’t have a problem with his. Of course, you acknowledged he was Korean and you did your best to respect him and his culture. He was always so open, assuring that you could ask him anything and you did the same.

He admitted you were the first non Korean woman he’s ever dated and he didn’t want to do anything to offend you. Like he assured you, you told him that you weren’t much different from others. You still expected him to treat you well in this relationship and vice versa. Your differences in your races and culture didn’t really change very much.

So moments like these really made you wonder if you were too different.

“Baby, we have a few hours before dinner. Did you want to play It Takes Two with me?” Jungkook asked as he entered the bedroom. He noticed how you were staring at yourself but not in the normal admiring way you often did.

This time, your face looked somber. Was something bothering you?

“Baby? Are you okay?”

You looked at him through the mirror.

You couldn’t keep it from him any longer.

Sighing, you turned to face him. He had moved closer to you so now he was just inches away.

For some reason, you couldn’t lift your eyes to meet his. Shame burned at you.

Jungkook pouted his lip and tilted his head, reaching out a hand to cup your cheek and raise your head. Your eyes met and suddenly that dam broke.

He could see how your eyes began to tear up and he panicked. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He racked his brain for anything he could have done to upset you but nothing was really coming to mind. Was this one of those times you wanted him to pick up on hints? He could be a little dense sometimes which you thought was cute. You were good at communicating which helped both of you avoid any unnecessary problems.

So what was wrong?

“Jungkook…..do you….have a problem with me being black?”

Wow. Not what he was expecting. Then again, he didn’t really know what to expect. You hardly cried so he hasn’t gotten very good at determining your types of crying.

He was baffled by your question. “What? What are you talking about?”

You sighed again. “Well, I overheard these women talking at the salon. They were talking about me and Jazz. They called me dirty and said that they’d never let their sons marry one of my kind….” You inhaled a shaky breath, looking away from his eyes. If you looked any longer, the tears would fall.

Jungkook felt two emotions well up in him. The first was pure rage because how dare someone speak about you like that? He wished he had heard it because he would have given those women a piece of his mind. Respecting your elders was an important part of his culture but he didn’t give a damn about that when someone was disrespecting you.

The second emotion was sympathy because he hated seeing you doubt yourself. You were such a wonderful person, surefooted and with an unflappable spirit. You let comments roll off your back like water, only looking ahead and never letting people taint your energy. He knew you used to struggle sometimes with self love, especially trudging through the world as a black woman but he never saw it get to you and he admired that about you.

So to see you ready to cry over this made his heart ache for you.

“Sweetheart, look at me.”

You blinked your tears away, slowly shifting your gaze to stare back at him. A gentle smile was on his face, one you only ever saw during moments like this—those moments where he could fully open his heart up to you.

“Do you really think I would have even pursued you if I had a problem with that?”

You shrugged your shoulder. “I don’t know….” You mumbled, averting your gaze again but he moved his head a little to make you look at him again.

“I think you’re the most stunning person I’ve ever laid eyes on. When I first saw you, all I could think was how could such a gorgeous person exist? Naturally, I noticed your skin but only because it was glowing. You were brighter than anyone in that restaurant.”

You choked out a watery laugh. You remember that day. It was one of those days where you felt particularly hot. You weren’t expecting to meet someone but there was Jungkook, a little awkward but so charming. He caught your attention immediately. No one knew but receiving those flowers from him solidified your attraction to him and a part of you knew you’d be together in the long haul.

“I don’t care about you being black.” Then he realized what he said and backtracked a little. “Well, of course I care but you know, I don’t and….wait let me start over.” He stumbled, making you laugh again. That boyish awkwardness always managed to rear its head but it only made you fall for him even harder.

“I get what you mean.”

He sheepishly grinned before continuing, “I care about it because I care about you but I also don’t care because that’s not all you are. You’re sensible and bright and clever and so self assured. Not to mention, your ass is absolutely amazing and I want it tattooed on my forehead.”

You snorted a laugh, playfully smacking him on the chest. He was so silly but he knew if it was possible, he’d do it. He was that obsessed with you and everything about you.

“You’re ridiculous.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, sparkling eyes blinking up at him.

“And your laugh is goofy and you’re bad at reading directions for furniture and you put your freezing cold feet on me at night which drives me insane.” He huffed.

“Socks are uncomfortable.” You defended.

“But…” He leaned down to brush his lips over yours. “I love all of that about you. I’ve never once doubted that. I love you, all of you.”

The tears finally fell but they weren’t because of your insecurity, not anymore. They were because you adored this man in front of you and you felt so unbelievably lucky to have him in your life.

“I love you too.”

Your lips met in a kiss that reminded you that he was what you needed. He was the only person you wanted.

And as you made love that night, sweet whispers of his love warming your skin, all of those previous anxieties had completely dispersed from your mind. His cock stretched you open, your arms holding him tightly and his hands grounding you to this reality. His lips blazed hot kisses across any skin he could reach, hips pushing slow and deep inside of you and bringing you closer to euphoria.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, gripping your thighs that were wrapped around his waist and keeping him close.

“Jungkook….” You breathily uttered his name, not knowing what else to say but he didn’t need you to. He could feel all of your emotion through his name and he wanted to hear more of it.

“I got you, baby. Always.”

That little monster was locked back in its cage for now. You couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t break free again but you knew Jungkook would be there to help you through everything.

Everytime.

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #bts fic #askberryhobii #jungkook smut

[berryhobii]

hey boo!! i hope you’re doing well💕i was just coming to binge read your masterlist and then first thing i see when i opened the app is that you opened your request i basically ran to your inbox😭but like may i request jealous/possessive yoongi smut with the couple from silent treatment🫣i feel like this would suit them well. you can have full creative control and work your magic on this one🥹

Hi! Thanks for the request. I definitely had fun with this one. This is my first time writing a shower sex scene so I hope I did it justice! Please let me know what you think!🩵🩵

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Yoongi loved you. He loved everything about you.

You could be a brat, you could be whiny, you could be childish and he accepted all of those things about you. Because he loved you.

One thing he really loved was your ability to make friends and connections with anyone you met. You were packed full of charisma, a true social butterfly and a person anyone could feel comfortable around. You just had a smile and an energy that attracted people to you like a magnet.

And in a place like a bar, you were like a honing beacon for every sleazy man that stumbled his way here.

He’s surprised he hasn’t broken his glass from how hard he was gripping it, watching with fiery eyes as you laughed at another guy’s jokes. He wished he had heat vision to burn off the hand of the man who just touched your shoulder.

Anger didn’t even begin to describe what he was feeling right now.

This was pure rage. He wanted to hit something. Preferably the faces of the 3 men that surrounded you.

Now, Yoongi knew the silent treatment was a common tactic of yours. It was your way of ‘punishing’ Yoongi for making you upset or not giving you what you wanted. Don’t get him wrong though, you were a great communicator during serious situations. This bratty attitude only came out when he didn’t do something like take you to get food or leaving the house for work without giving you a kiss.

You were Yoongi’s. His and his only. So why the hell were you beep bopping all over like you were single? That wedding ring on your finger was blinding under the low lights of the bar. The main reason he didn’t get you a small diamond was because he wanted people to SEE it. You wouldn’t have cared what size your ring was since you loved Yoongi so much but that didn’t stop him from overcompensating.

You were his and his only. So why were you beep bopping all over like you were single? He knew all of those men could spot your ring everytime you lifted your hand to push your hair out of your face. Fucking idiots.

He watched as you leaned closer to one of the men, that flirty smile pulling at your lips, his eyes flying to your exposed cleavage.

That was it.

Tossing back the last of his whiskey, Yoongi stood from his seat, long strides carrying him to the other side of the bar where you were.

Naturally, you noticed him approaching.

All part of the plan.

You’ve been intentionally teasing him all night. You could feel his hot gaze staring daggers into the side of your face since you walked away from him. If he could shoot fire from his eyes, you’d be up in flames. You and these men who had so graciously come to keep you company. Why wouldn’t they? When you were sitting all pretty and alone, dress short enough that you could flash them if you moved a certain way and breasts practically popping out of the strings that held the front of it together.

You were practically calling for them. At least, that’s what they thought.

The person you wanted was just on the other side of the room and was now approaching you with looks like could kill.

Just from the way he walked, you could tell that thick cock was heavy in his pants. That weight always felt so good lodged in your throat and even better when it was stretching your tight cunt past its limits.

This might have been your best idea yet.

“Can I buy you another drink, gorgeous?” One of the men asked, taking a leap of faith and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, his hand coming close to brushing against your breast.

Suddenly, the man groaned out in pain as his hand was twisted and pushed off your shoulder by your very pissed off husband.

“She’s not interested.” He growled, his eyes narrowing.

The man snatched his hand out of Yoongi’s forceful grip, bringing his throbbing paw to his chest. “Hey man. What the hell’s your problem?”

But Yoongi already wasn’t listening, that piercing gaze locked on you, a rush of heat going straight to your cunt.

Fuck, he looked sexy.

He reached out to grab your hand. “Let’s go.”

Another one of the men made the mistake of grabbing Yoongi’s shoulder. “Who are you? We were talking to her first.”

Yoongi pushed the hand off him, turning to face the man. While Yoongi was just a tiny bit shorter than this man, just the ferocious aura of him made him look 100 feet tall. The man actually stepped back a little at the fiery look in Yoongi’s eyes.

“I’m her husband, you desperate piece of shit. See that ring on her finger? I bought that. Now I suggest you walk away before I show how my rings feel.” He clenched both of his fists, the fingers gleaming with the plethora of rings he wore almost everyday.

Thoroughly intimidated, the man backed up with his hands raise in defeat. Then Yoongi slowly turned to give looks to the other two men who didn’t even lift their heads to make eye contact. No amount of liquid courage could make them want to stand up to Yoongi.

“Now I said let’s go.” He ordered you, grabbing your hand again.

“But-“ you started but it was cut off by the intense look he gave you. Shutting your trap, you allowed him to lead you out of the bar and into the humid summer air. He dug in his pocket to retrieve the ticket to his car, handing it to the valet who went to go get it.

Once the car pulled up, the valet handed the keys to Yoongi and thanked him for the hefty tip. Yoongi held open your door, burning eyes glaring at you as you got in. Anticipation and anxiety ate at your tummy, your palms slicking with sweat at his gaze.

You were really in for it when you got home.

Yoongi didn’t look at you the entire drive, an uneasy silence settling in the car. He didn’t even turn on the music, wanting you to sit in suspense of what he was going to do when you got home.

Twiddling your fingers, you contemplated if you should say something to him. Had you gone too far? Yoongi tolerated a lot of your bullshit because he loved you so much but you had crossed a line.

Glancing over at him, you opened your mouth to say, “um, baby? Are you…..mad at me?”

He didn’t answer, simply looking both ways before turning the car to the left.

Wow, it was not fun being on the other side of the silent treatment. You saw that now.

Yoongi parked the car, turning it off and then getting out. You knew he was really upset because he didn’t even bother opening your door, walking right by to your apartment building.

Shit.

Gathering your things and your bearings, you exited the car and followed him.

It was dead silent as you rode up the elevator, silent as you entered your apartment, and silent as Yoongi moved around your bedroom to remove his jewelry. He didn’t utter one word to you, not even looking your way.

You didn’t like it. You were only teasing him for fun. Who knew your actions would result in this? A taste of your own medicine, you guessed. It was bitter.

You had went to sit at your vanity to remove your makeup, the silence broken by the sound of the shower starting up.

Should you go join him? Would he mind? This was the first time Yoongi has even given you the silent treatment so you didn’t know how to approach. He wasn’t a person that was quick to anger. He normally let things roll of his back, not having enough energy to really be upset at things. Especially not at you. You were his little princess; he let you do whatever you want, whenever you wanted.

You really screwed up.

Standing from your chair, you slowly approached the bathroom, the door cracked slightly. You stepped inside, finding him in the shower, his back turned to you.

You slowly disrobed, letting your dress fall to the ground. You made sure to put on your bonnet as well because as much as you wanted to make up with Yoongi, you weren’t about to risk your silk press.

You slowly slid open the door, the heat of the steam cascading over your body. He didn’t acknowledge the new person joining him, continuing to run the loofah over his skin.

“Yoongi.” You called, stepping closer to him before using both hands to touch at his shoulders. He didn’t react and you could feel your heart breaking a little. Pressing a kiss to his back, you pleaded, “Please Yoongi. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Then you should have thought about that before acting like a fucking slut.” His gruff voice snarled, jerking his shoulder away from you.

You pouted, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “Please Yoongi. Please forgive me. I’ll do anything.”

That’s when he turned to face you, a frown marring deep at his brow. That intense gaze caused goosebumps to rise all across your skin.

“Get on your knees.”

You made a noise of surprise. “W-what?” You stammered in confusion. While that request wasn’t anything new, you weren’t expecting it. Then again, you don’t know what you were expecting. You just wanted him to forgive you.

Descending to your knees in front of him, you finally noticed his hard cock standing proud in front of you. When did he get hard? You weren’t complaining though.

Snatching your bonnet off your head, he curled his fingers into your head. Just as you were about to protest, his cock was being shoved into your open mouth. The sudden intrusion made you gag, his cock bouncing back.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded. Your lip wobbled but you did what he said, opening your mouth and letting him shove his cock back down your throat. You braced your hands on his thighs, letting him use your throat as he please. He grunted at the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him, your throat constricting around the head of his cock.

“You are such a fucking slut. Did you really think I’d just let you slide after that stunt you pulled?” Just the thought of those men all over you fueled his anger, his hips pushing harder in and out of your throat.

You gurgled around him, the stuffy air of the shower combined with his harsh thrusts was making it increasingly hard to breathe. Drool spilled from the sides of your mouth, tears streaming down your face and your throat beginning to burn from the constant assault.

He pulled you off his cock, letting you catch your breath momentarily. Your chest heaved up and down, your mouth open as you tried to pull some needed oxygen into your lungs.

“What the fuck were you thinking, huh?”

When you didn’t answer, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, keeping you down on it. Your throat struggled to accommodate his size, your fingers clawing at his thighs as you choked around him.

He pulled you off again, watching as you heaved in a deep breath. “Answer me.” He shook your head roughly with his grip on your hair.

You tried to get words out to answer but you were taking too long for him so he forced you down on his cock again.

“What happened to your voice, huh? You had plenty to say to those assholes. Did you bother telling them you were married?”

Pulling you off again, you coughed and sputtered, your head feeling a little dizzy from the sparse air.

Pulling you up by your hair, Yoongi pushed you back against the wall of the shower. You didn’t even have time to really process what was happening before he was hiking one of your legs over his arm, his other hand holding his cock to line up with your hole.

The head of his cock slipped through your slick folds, a groan coming from him. “Of course you’re soaking wet. Greedy little whore. Did you get turned on from me fucking your throat?”

Truthfully, you’ve been wet since you got to the bar but he didn’t need to know that.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, swallowing the saliva that had piled in your mouth. “Y-yes. I love sucking….your cock.”

Forgoing any kind of prep, Yoongi shoved his entire cock into your waiting hole. The roar of the shower was nothing compared to the scream that tore from your throat at being split open. Your hands scrambled to grab anything; Yoongi’s hair, his shoulders, the slippery shower walls.

One hand gripping your leg tighter and the other wrapping around your throat, Yoongi started an animalistic pace in and out of your juicy cunt. It felt like his cock was reaching all the way to your chest, the air being knocked out of you with each thrust.

“You want to act like a slut, I’ll fuck you like one. You have the nerve, shit, to act like that but we both know only I can satisfy this needy little cunt. Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slammed right into your gspot, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as he fucked you stupid. Just how he liked you.

“Oh my godddd….” You slurred, arms falling weakly to your sides. Yoongi’s grip on you was the only thing keeping you from crashing to the ground. You felt weightless and heavy at the same time, your brain turning to mush as he continued to assault your puffy cunt.

Suddenly, a sharp pain bloomed across your cheek, knocking you back to reality.

Did he just slap you?

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He sneered, roughly grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.

You tried. You really did. His cock just felt so good that it was hard to keep your eyes open. Your eyelids drooped again as burning hot pleasure coursed through your body.

He slapped you again, hand wrapping around your throat to keep your head upright. Your pussy clenched vice tight around his cock as the rough treatment.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his cat like eyes scanning every inch of your fucked out face. Yes, you were a brat and you annoyed the hell out of him sometimes but the sight of you so desperate and fucked out was enough to remind him that you were his.

You could flirt and prance around all you wanted but only he could reduce you to a puddle of bliss.

He could feel your pussy tighten, your moans growing in pitch signaling your nearing orgasm.

But he wasn’t about to make it that easy.

He pulled out of you, ignoring your loud whine of discontent. Before you knew it, you were back on your knees in front of him. Your teary eyes stared up at Yoongi, taking in his dripping hair and heaving chest.

You wanted him down your throat again.

His hand gripped your sweated out hair again, pulling you closer to his cock. “You don’t deserve to cum on my cock. Make yourself cum.”

You’d normally protest but you knew you weren’t in the position to defy him and you were too desperate to even care. You just wanted to cum.

Opening your mouth, you let Yoongi shove his cock back down your throat as your own hand went between your legs. You rubbed your clit in quick and tight circles with no real rhythm.

Yoongi throat fucked you hard, feeling his orgasm build higher and higher in his stomach.

You moaned around his cock as you rubbed your sensitive clit to orgasm, falling over that edge hard and fast. Overstimulation didn’t even bother you, your hand still going to prolong your pleasure as you rubbed yourself to the other side.

Yoongi pulled out of your throat, wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking it over your face. He tilted your head back, your mouth and tongue open in waiting for his load.

His body shivered and he groaned as he released all over your face. Ropes of white painted your cheeks, some even reaching your eyelashes and in your mouth. He let out a low groan in his throat, squeezing his cock until there was nothing left, slapping it on your tongue.

Your eyelids fluttered shut as you regained your breath, that feeling of your orgasm still buzzing in you.

Then you felt something poke at your lips and you opened your eyes, finding Yoongi’s still hard cock in front of you.

You gasped, looking up at him with shock written all over your face. There was no way….

“Y-Yoongi….”

His smirk was so handsome, his other hand pushing his wet hair back.

“I haven’t forgiven you yet.”

Needless to say, your water bill was sky high that month.

#bts #bts x black reader #bts smut #yoongi smut #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

Holly molly! I have just discovered you and let me tell you, you are fantastic. I think I speak for the readers when I say we can see ourselves though your work, and that makes us feel represented. Thank you so much! <3

I have an idea for a drabble, and since you are accepting requests I hoped you could write about it: a really independent reader having a horrible day but not wanting to let anyone know and fiance!Yoongi noticing and being her rock/support

Thanks for your request! Long haired Yoongi has been plaguing me for months and the thought that we won’t get that back for a while has me sliding down a wall😭😭enjoy this cute little thing about Yoongi being an awesome fiancé during reader’s small overstimulated breakdown. I also added a bathtub scene because why not?

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Your horrible day started when you got to work that morning. You actually felt really good about how you dressed and did your hair today. It was a successful wash and go style. Months of trial and error had made you an expert in managing an effortless style. Apparently for your boss though, your hair wasn’t deemed “professional” for the workspace. He called it unruly and told you to get it together by tomorrow.

Then you accidentally spilled your morning Starbucks on your brand new blouse. The lid wasn’t all the way secure so when you lifted it to your mouth, it opened and got all over you. At least your pants didn’t get ruined and good thing you liked iced coffee instead of hot.

You kept backup clothes under your desk just for that though. The incident with your shirt caused you to be 15 minutes late to your meeting. It felt awkward as you slipped in the room, everyone’s eyes staring daggers into you as you shuffled to your seat. Thankfully, it wasn’t your turn to present so you still had a chance to impress them with your work.

But it also turns out that karma was an evil bitch because guess who left their flash drive in your laptop at home?!

Embarrassment couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt, your smile waning as you apologized for your mishap and promised to have it by tomorrow.

After a berating from your boss which was packed with micro aggressions, you went back to your desk to have a mini breakdown in peace which didn’t even get a chance to start since you found your chair gone once you got there. One of your coworkers explained that they needed extra chairs for a larger meeting so they “borrowed” yours. And was it just a coincidence that yours was the only one missing despite your desk being nowhere near the door?

Your brain was on overdrive, nerves overstimulated and tears ready to flow down your face. Everything was too much right now.

Deciding take a half day, you rushed out to your car, dropping your brand new scarf in a muddy puddle caused by the rain yesterday.

You wanted to scream so badly but you fought back the emotions. You’d be home soon.

Yeah. Home. That’s where you needed to be.

At least your parking spot was free…….and no it wasn’t. A moped was in its place. Great. Why the hell did those things even need full parking spaces? They were half the size of a car!!

You found another after double and triple checking it wouldn’t get your car towed because that would just be the icing on the cake.

Your apartment was warm when you entered, the scent of your favorite candles hitting your nose. That could only mean one thing…..

He was home.

Your body itched to seek him out and melt your worries in the warmth of his embrace, to let the world fade away under his nimble hands, and let your brain finally turn off as his deep voice lulled you to sleep.

But you couldn’t….

Growing up, you never had a very good support system. Your family often minimized your worries and needs, forcing you to care for yourself. You had no one to express your emotions to, no one to depend on in those dark moments. You only had yourself and while you convinced yourself that was okay, you knew deep down it wasn’t.

Then you met Yoongi. At first, you kind of ignored him, not feeling vulnerable enough to have a relationship yet. Your last one was with a guy who tried to guilt trip you into becoming a stay at home wife but that was never your style. You didn’t want to be dependent on someone like that. You wanted your own money and career to fall back on and develop. That guy kind of put you off relationships as a whole.

But Yoongi was never like that. He never tried to force you to do anything you didn’t want. He cooked and cleaned, did laundry and never complained. You did your part as well but even on those days where you didn’t, Yoongi would just pick up the slack. You’d always feel bad, insisting you’d do more housework but he’d just wave you off.

“It’s fine. I got it. I’m at home all day anyway. If you touch that broom, I’m gonna chain you to the bed but you’d probably like that.”

Yoongi was genuine. He never pressured you or made you feel like you needed to constantly be on guard.

A part of you wished you could be as laid back as him. He completed you. Calmed the storm that constantly brewed in you. Dissipated all of your irrational fears.

He was there for you. Always.

So why could you never stop that bubbling feeling that you were being too needy? Yoongi’s made it perfectly clear that you could rely on him to be a shoulder to cry on. You knew that. You did.

But you just couldn’t.

You could hear him clinking around in the kitchen, probably making himself some lunch. You could also hear music so there’s a chance he didn’t hear you come in the door.

You quietly shuffled through the living room and down the hall to your bedroom. Once inside, you softly closed the door, leaning against it as you felt your body ready to break down. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of the day finally crushing you.

You inhaled a shaky breath, tears pricking at your waterline ready to fall but you held them back. You wouldn’t cry. Not over this.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. 1,2,3. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.

A small knock to the door behind you made you pause.

Did he know you were home?

“Bubs, are you in there?” You used to think that pet name was so silly. Just use your actual name, right? But over the years, you’ve grown to adore it. You’ve never been called so affectionately before, not even by your parents.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Yoongi just hummed. You could hear a little bit of shuffling before it went quiet again.

“I went to the grocery store today and there was a sale on those bulk yogurt drinks you really like. I almost got shoulder checked by this grandma. I didn’t know old people could move so quickly.”

You felt yourself chuckle a little, your fingers twisting your engagement ring around.

“But guess who got the last pack of them?”

“Did you really fight a grandma for yogurt? You’re a grown man, Yoongi.”

“Hey, I wasn’t about to let an old lady punk me.” You could imagine his cute little frown and pouty lips. “Don’t worry though, I gave her my signature sandwich recipe and she gave me a coupon for some meat. We’re having chicken tonight.”

He was so ridiculous. So silly.

He was yours.

Slowly turning around, you grabbed the door handle and opened it, finding Yoongi sitting crossed legged on the floor. He stood when you came into his vision.

His long bangs were tied up in a little ponytail with a tangerine hair clip holding it back. To most outsiders and strangers, your fiancé could look cold and distant and he sometimes acted it but to you, you knew he was gentle and cute. The most compassionate and kindest person you’ve ever met.

You two stared at each other for a few beats before he slowly raised his arms, a wide and gummy smile making his eyes crinkle up.

You couldn’t hold it anymore. The dam finally broke.

You practically threw yourself into his embrace, the tears endlessly pouring from your eyes. Your fingers twisted in the back of his crewneck, holding him tightly as if you’d fade away if you let go.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, shushing you as he pet your hair gently.

“Today was awful, Yoongi! I s-spilled coffee on m-myself and I was late to my meeting…” You cried into his shoulder, words stuttering as you tried to talk through your tears. “And then I didn’t even have my flash d-drive and my boss told me my hair isn’t‘professional’, whatever that means….” His hand rubbed at your back, remaining silent to let you get everything out. “And I dropped my new scarf in a puddle and there was this dumb little moped in my parking spot! It’s just been an awful day!”

He kissed your temple, rocking you two side to side in an attempt to calm you.

“I know, bubs. It’s over now. I’m here.”

Yoongi let you cry, just holding you and whispering how much he loved you.

After your cries had dwindled to sniffles, Yoongi slowly pulled back to look at you. He pouted his lip at the sight of your wet lashes and red eyes. You looked drained.

His hands cupped both of your cheeks, gently rubbing his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away the streaks.

“My poor baby. You must be so tired.”

You sighed shakily, fluttering your eyes closed. “I am.”

His forehead bumped against yours. “Why don’t I run you a nice bath? Then we can snuggle on the couch? How’s that sound?”

That sounded absolutely amazing.

You opened your eyes. “Will you join me?”

His smile was sweet and full of love. “Of course.”

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Your body sunk into the warm water. You normally preferred your baths hot as hell but Yoongi had sensitive skin and you didn’t want to irritate that. The temperature of the water didn’t matter much when the heat of your beloved was pressed into your back.

His smooth hands ran all over your body—not in a sexual way but in a soothing and grounding way. Although your body did tingle when he grazed over your nipples.

“Do you feel a little better?” He asked, kissing at your shoulder.

You sighed, “yeah. Thank you, Yoon.”

“Anything, bubs.”

“I’m sorry I’m still kind of bad at coming to you. I was already overwhelmed and I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Look at me.”

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, craning your neck to be able to make eye contact with him. And what beautiful eyes he had.

“Never apologize for that. If you need a moment by yourself, that’s okay. And when you’re ready to find me, come find me. I’ll never turn you away. When I proposed to you, I promised to help you shoulder all of your bad days and I meant that.”

You smiled, moving to press a kiss to his soft lips, your hand coming up to hold the back of his head. His hair felt soft underneath your fingers. “I know. Thank you. I promise to be there for you too.”

“You already are. Just do what you feel is right and when you need me, I’ll be there. You can ruin as many sweaters as I have.”

You snorted a laugh, rolling your eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “You can love me.”

“I already do.”

“Good.”

…..

“Yoongi, are you getting a boner?”

“No.”

“I’m trying to relax, Yoongi! How can you get horny at a time like this? I’m getting out.”

“You’re pressed up against me naked! You should take it as a compliment. Come back!”

…….

“Does that mean bath time is over?”

“Get in here before I change my mind!”

“Yes ma’am.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #yoongi smut #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

Can I request a Wonwoo drabble? It can be about anything. I hate that I never see Seventeen with black reader ff. I love your blog so much.

Hi! Thanks for your request and thanks so much for reading! I’m planning on writing more of Seventeen and creating a master list for them as well. Please look forward to it! Enjoy and tell me what you think🩵

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Sitting on the floor in front of his coffee table, fingers working deftly over the keyboard, Wonwoo pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one of his knuckles. This essay wasn’t due for another week but he wanted to get it out of the way before the weekend. That and he was a bit of an overachiever so he liked getting his schoolwork completed as quickly as possible. It just gave him more time to do what he wanted like game or hang out with his friends.

And it also gave him time to focus on someone else.

Something tickled at the back of his neck making him jump in surprise. He quickly turned around, finding your smiling face staring back at him. Letting out a sigh, his heart thudding in his chest, his eyes raked up and down your form.

Creamy brown thighs on display in your tight denim skirt, breasts popping out of the plain white tank top under your cropped jacket, a pair of white socks on your feet.

You looked gorgeous.

“Hi bear.” You greeted, the natural lowness of your voice scratching his brain just right.

He nodded at you. “Hey…..um….how are you?” He inquired shyly. He didn’t exactly know why but you just made him so nervous. You were just so beautiful and charming. He still couldn’t believe you were dating him.

Dropping to your knees on the floor next to him, you leaned over to nuzzle your nose against his jaw. “Fine. How are you, my baby?”

He shivered. “I’m good. Uh, what are you doing here?” Then he realized how that sounded, eyes widening and hands gesticulating as he tried to explain. “Not that you can’t be here! It’s just you said you’d be with your friends today and I’m surprised to see you.”

You pouted your lip, tilting your head cutely. “Did you not want to see me?”

Heat spread across his face to the tips of his ears. You were such a tease.

With a huff, he mumbled, “of course I do. I always want to see you.”

Goodness, you could eat him up, he was too cute.

Grinning, you reached out to pinch his cheek. “I always want to see you too, bear. That’s why I’m here. I was bored with my friends and I missed you.”

You two have only been dating for about 7 months now so you were still very much in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. He hoped this phase lasted forever though because he loved spending time with you and knowing you wanted to see him all the time made butterflies dance in his tummy.

“I missed you too.” He breathed out with a tiny smile gracing his face.

You coyly fluttered your eyelashes as him, one of your hands tracing over the muscle in his thigh. He felt his heart stutter in his chest at your touch, swallowing the block in his throat.

“Then why don’t we do something together?” You purred, reaching out to push his traveling glasses back up his nose.

“L-like what?”

~

“Does my pussy feel good, bear?” You whispered against Wonwoo’s spit slicked lips, pouty and red from your assault of kisses.

Wonwoo groaned, hands gripping the fat of your ass as it clapped down on his thighs. Your velvety walls were gushing and squeezing around him, a sticky slap resounding everytime you bounced on him.

“Y-yeah. It feels good.”

Arms tight around his neck, your bare chest pressed to his, you continued to bounce on his long and thick cock. It filled you to the brim, that knot your stomach tightening with every brush against your spot. He had the perfect curve that pressed against you just right. You didn’t even need to touch your clit to cum on his cock, that’s how good he made you feel. That’s how attracted you were to him.

Lifting from your knees to your feet, you started slamming your hips down on him, picking up the pace as another orgasm built inside of you.

Wonwoo’s head lolled backwards against the seat cushion of the couch, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet yours. You choked on a moan, holding yourself still to let him fuck you from below.

Your nails dug into his shoulder, the other hand buried in the hair at the back of his head. “O-oh f-f-fuck, bear. Shit, mmmm…” Your fat and slippery cunt squeezed tightly around him, your grip keeping him from falling out. “Look at me.”

His head lifted back up, bleary vision trying to focus on you through his crooked glasses. Your sultry eyes stared directly into his, the intensity of your gaze spreading heat all over his body.

“I’m close.” He announced breathlessly and you took the initiative to start bouncing on him again, your sopping walls squishing and gushing around him.

“Me too. Cum in me, bear.”

A few more bounces and his hips were stuttering, the grip on your ass forcing you all the way down on his cock. You whined out as his cock throbbed inside of you, your hips grinding down on him as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling of your pulsating walls pushed him over the edge, a guttural moan vibrating in his throat as he filled you up.

You hummed at the warmth of his cum, hugging him closer as you waited for him to ride out his orgasm.

His released your ass in favor of wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you. You adjusted his glasses on his face, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together and making his lips pucker.

Giggling, you pressed a few pecks to his lips. He smiled into your kisses, rubbing his hands and up and down your back, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“So what should we do now?” You asked.

He tilted his head in thought, eyes catching his lonely laptop and notebooks.

“Homework?” He offered with a hopeful tone in his voice.

“No chance. Let’s get something to eat.”

#seventeen x black reader #seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #seventeen fic #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

I love your masterlist! I definitely can see myself visiting it frequently lol. Your work has so much return value I feel! If you don’t mind I would like to request something :) I feel that most writers like to do the “Yoongi and studio sex” scenario and I would love to see how you go about writing it. Like adding your own style and taste. It could be like Producer Yoongi x Producer/Artist Reader or even as simple as an established relationship but either way I just want see how you would write it 😩. No rush and if you don’t feel like doing it I completely understand lol I know you have a few other things you are working on. 🫶🏽

Thanks so much for request! I actually had 2 ideas for this but I went with this one. I’ll probably post the other as well once I make a few changes to it . If you haven’t already read Reconnect, please do! It’s another studio sex fic I wrote about Yoongi. Please enjoy and leave feedback if you want!🩵🩵🩵

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“That’s good, y/n. We got that in one take. Good work.”

You gave them a a thumbs up. “Thank you.” Removing your headphones, you placed them on the microphone before stepping out of the recording booth.

You met your manager on the other side of the door who handed you a water bottle.

“Let’s take a lunch break. We’ll start on your new OST after.” She said. You nodded, giving a bow to the producers working with you and thanking them for their hard work.

Once alone in the studio, you went over to your purse to retrieve your phone, finding a text message on your screen from 10 minutes ago from your fiancé.

Sweets💕

Wanna have lunch?

Did he even have to ask?

You grabbed your purse, exiting the studio and starting your walk down the hall. As you traveled, you admired the multiple records that line the walls, smiling when you caught a few of yours. It’s been a long journey from where you started to where you were now.

Starting as a street performer barely making ends meet, your dreams seemed impossible to reach. You worked multiple part time jobs just to keep your teeny tiny apartment. Your parents had tried tirelessly to convince you to go to school and maybe marry into a stable family that could support you but that’s not what you wanted. Singing was your passion. It was what you were meant to do.

So when you were scouted during one of your performances by a major label, you could have jumped for joy(you did alone in your room later). Your luck was finally turning around! Trainee days came and went and you were ready for debut. You climbed to the top quickly with your angelic vocals, dominating the charts and becoming the jeweled voice of your company. You were most known for your multiple OST’s for dramas and television. You even had some producer credits on a few tracks. The career you lived was very fulfilling and joyous for you. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Luckily, fame and fortune wasn’t the only thing you got out of your career.

Stopping in front of a familiar door, you punched the code on the pin pad in, waiting for the beep before it opened.

“Knock knock.” You called once you peeked your head inside.

In a huge rolling chair, there your fiancé sat. He had his headphones on so he didn’t hear your voice.

Closing the door softly behind you, you creeped up to his desk. He seemed to be mixing some beats together, pale hands working over his keyboard. On a regular day, you’d scare the hell out of him but you were feeling incredibly good today so you just waved your hand in his peripheral.

He didn’t startle, simply turning his head to look up at you. His smile was sweet as he moved his headphones to around his neck.

“Hey. Ready for lunch?”

You leaned your butt against his desk. “Yup. What ‘cha working on?”

He leaned back in his chair, gaze running up and down your body. With the weather getting hotter, you’ve been wearing more skirts and dresses. He didn’t get a chance to see your full outfit this morning since you left before him. Under the haziness of sleep, he felt you press a kiss to his forehead and promised you’d see him later.

A part of him is a little happy he didn’t see you because he wouldn’t have let you leave the house without getting a taste of that sweet little pussy, especially if he were to see you in that tiny denim skirt.

His eyes traveled up the thickness of your ebony thighs up to the simple tank top you wore. With your jacket shoot for your new album already done, you were trying out new braid styles. This time were French curl braids in a light brown color. He honestly loved them, the full curls towards the ends made you look all fluffy and cute.

He patted his lap, beckoning you forward and how could you deny some intimate cuddles with your fiancé?

You pushed yourself off his desk, moving to sit on his lap. His chair was big enough for you to comfortably rest your knees on each side of his thighs. His hands immediately gravitated towards your ass, pulling you closer and your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Just some beats for my mixtape but I’m not feeling super inspired. I might go see if Namjoon needs any help. What about you? Are you done for the day?”

“I finished the last song for my album.” You informed. His eyebrows raised in acknowledgment.

“One take?”

You grinned. “You know it.” He lifted his hand to give you a high five, eyes staring at you with pride and adoration.

“That’s my girl.”

“Hmm. I like the sound of that.” You pressed a light kiss to his lips and he tried to chase you.

A light spank to your ass cheek. “Yeah?” His soft lips kissed at your collarbone, hands feeling up your ass and running up your back. His hands pushed your skirt up, letting out a groan as he gripped your full globes in his palms.

“Fuck. This ass is amazing.” He grunted, making a noise when he met bare cheeks. “Were you walking around with just panties under this?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “I was only recording today.“

“So you walk around with your bare ass out?” Not that he didn’t love it. Just meant easier access for him.

You jumped a little when you felt his fingers graze over your clothed heat. You also felt something poking you….

“Min Yoongi.” You sighed out his name with feigned annoyance, running your fingers through his hair. You couldn’t deny the rush that went down your body. It’s been a little while since you two have had some alone time. Your busy schedules often conflicted and when you did get home, you’d shower and pass out before anything could really start.

“Come on, baby. Just let me eat it. I’ll be quick. I swear.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah right. You only say you swear when you know you aren’t gonna take it seriously. If you were serious, you’d promise.” You knew him way too well. You learned the hard way about Yoongi’s secret meanings. Does he know how many meetings you’ve been late to because he swore he’d finish quick? You almost missed that opportunity with Cartier because he wouldn’t budge from between your thighs.

While sex with your fiancé was amazing, he liked to prolong your love making which meant quickies practically didn’t exist between you two. His stamina was unmatched, a sharp contrast to his sluggish and slightly indifferent personality. If he got started, there was no way you’d be done by the time lunch was over. And you were incredibly weak to his charms so you knew you’d fold and let him continue.

“Come on.” He urged, pressing a kiss to your weak spot on your throat making you sigh. Your nails scratched at his undercut. He recently got it done and you were obsessed. Although, you did miss his longer hair but this was a wonderful alternative. “I’ll do anything.”

“Welllllll, I guess we can miss lunch if….”

“If?”

“If you make dinner tonight.”

He leaned back a little to stare into your mischievous eyes, that adorable smile on your face. He couldn’t say no to you. Well, sometimes.

“I’ll make you whatever you want. So please?” You loved hearing him be all needy. It stroked your ego a little to know just how desperate he was for you. It was hard to resist.

“Fine. Hurry. These panties are uncomfortable.”

A deep groan rumbled in his throat and before you knew it, you were being hauled up on his desk. Your hands fumbled to stabilize yourself, a laugh bubbling in your throat.

“Someone’s horny.” You bit your lip.

His dark eyes stared up at your from between your legs making a tingle go down your body. He looked ready to devour you and something told you he was about to.

“Always for you.” He mumbled, running his hands up the insides of your thighs, placing some soft kisses and bites to the skin.

Your panties were off in the next minute, your bare cunt on display for him, already glistening and wet. Truthfully, you’ve been horny since you started walking to his studio. Thank goodness he was just as desperate for you as you were for him.

Yoongi wasted no time in diving between your thighs, licking a stripe up your slit to your sensitive little pearl. You sighed, finally getting a little relief.

His tongue danced on your clit, flicking the tip of the muscle against you.

Your hand buried in his hair, holding his bangs back so you get a good view. His eyes were closed, savoring the sweetness of your cunt. Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever been more obsessed with pussy until he met you. You were always ready for him, ready to spread your legs whenever he wanted you.

“Ahhhh, Yoongi.” You hissed when he delivered a harsh suck to your clit.

He moved to grip your thighs, pulling your dripping cunt closer to his mouth before going absolutely crazy.

He rapidly shook his head back and forth against your pussy, slurping and sucking like a man starved.

Your moan was loud, the heels of your wedges digging into his upper back but you were careful of his shoulder. The fingers you tangled in his hair kept him buried in your core.

“Yoongi! Fuck!”

He pulled back from your cunt, lips and cheeks glistening with your arousal. “I love this juicy fucking cunt.” He growled before diving back in, sucking your clit between his pink lips. The sound of his gruff voice propelled you right to edge of that pleasurable cliff.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. Oh my god!”

He didn’t relent, focusing all of his attention on your bud and that was enough to hurtle you into orgasm. His eyes lifted to stare at you, his own cock hardening at your pleasured face—mouth dropped open, cat like eyes misty. You were stunning.

His movements slowed, licking you through your orgasm until you shuddered as overstimulation prickled at you.

Pulling away, he waited for you to come down, massaging your shaking thighs until you were ready.

“Damn.” You panted. “You do that too well. It feels….illegal almost.”

He grinned. “Why thank you. Now could you please sit on my cock before I explode.”

“Gladly.”

Pants around his ankles and you facing away from him in his lap, you rode his cock like a seasoned professional. Your hands were braced against his desk, feet held together and head dropped forward as his cock stretched you open.

Yoongi gritted his teeth as your slick walls slid up and down his cock. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your plump ass and creamy cunt, the wet slap and squelch of your movements sending him into a frenzy.

His palm came down on your ass, a gasp coming from your throat at the sting. “Y-yoon….”

Both of his hands gripped your waist, pulling you down harder onto him. “That’s it, baby.”

You were already close again, his cock rubbing up against every sensitive spot inside of you. Every inch of your skin was covered in sweat, your legs quivering from exertion. Thank goodness for all that Pilates and yoga or your knees would have given out a long time ago.

Yoongi thrusted his hips up to meet yours, a loud moan passing your lips as his cock hit deeper.

You felt him move and you were hauled to your feet, one of his hands pressing your chest into his desk. Your stiletto nails clawed at the wood, leaving slight indents as he began plowing into your squishy cunt. Drool leaked down the side of your mouth leaving a puddle against his desk.

You bit your lip hard enough to bleed, knees shaking as your orgasm neared. His balls smacked against your throbbing clit with each thrust, sending little tingles through you.

Yoongi tossed his head back, hips clapping against your ass, his spine tingling and balls drawing up as he felt ready to cum.

Your hands reached back to spread both of your ass cheeks, giving him a better view of his cock penetrating your walls. He could have cried from how perfect you were.

“Shit….cumming baby.”

“I want it, Yoon. I’m gonna cum.”

A few more thrusts and both of you were hurtling off the edge. Yoongi held you hard enough to bruise, pushing his entire cock into your convulsing walls. You scrambled to grab something on his desk, his keyboard and a few pens clattering and falling to the ground but you’d worry about that later.

Hot spurts of cum filled splashed against your walls, your cunt milking him for everything he had. He huffed as he gave you a few more weak strokes before pulling out and flopping down to his chair. You remained bent over on his desk, trying to catch your breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he reached out for you. You sighed at the feeling of his warm hands gently rubbing at your skin.

“I’m fine. I’m starving though.” You lifted yourself up on shaky legs, mentally cursing yourself for keeping your shoes on. It’s like you wanted to fall over.

He watched you carefully, gulping as milky white streams began to leak out of you, running down your legs and he felt his cock twitch again.

You did say you two could skip lunch if he made dinner…..and there was still 10 minutes of lunch time…

A hand on your back pushed you down to your previous position, a squeak a surprise coming from you followed by a moan as you felt his lips back on your clit.

“Min Yoongi! I have to go back to recording!”

Using his hands to spread your cunt open, he licked his lips at the sight of your pink opening winking at him and pushing more of his cum out.

“I’ll be quick. I swear.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #yoongi smut #bts fic #bts imagines #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

I just want say I love your writing! Like I have never related to any work more than yours! You’re doing something special for black army and I just want thank you for that! Hope you’re doing well and I wish you the best and a million dollar lottery ticket girl! 😄😂🫶🏾

(P.S if you feel like it and if you get a chance please write more for Yoongi 💔 us Yoongi Stans starving and having withdrawals 😪)

Wow! Thank you so much for your kind words. They really mean so much. I’m so glad I could bring more representation and I hope you feel good reading my works.

Here’s a special little something for you Yoongi stans🥰🩵

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“I don’t think this looks right, Yoongi.” You pouted, twisting your body every which way in the mirror. Your hands tugged at the top of the dress as if trying to magically make it fit the way you wanted it to in your head.

Yoongi, who was sitting outside typing some quick minute work emails, said, “I’m sure it looks fine, lovely. Come out and show me.”

Sighing, you turned around to open the dressing room door, stepping out to show your sugar daddy turned totally exclusive boyfriend one of the dresses you’ve chosen. It’s the 8th one you’ve tried on but you didn’t really like any of them. What you thought would just be a cute little date had transitioned into a full blown shopping spree. Yoongi pulled up to your apartment, your favorite Starbucks drink and snack already waiting, and whisked you away to the luxury district of Seoul. Hand in hand, he led you into stores, wanting you to pick something out in each one.

“You deserve it after being asked to take over the north branch of the company. I want you dressed like you own that place.”

So to Cartier, Gucci, and Zara you went to get you an entirely new wardrobe worthy of your position. To be honest, you stopped shopping for work a little while ago and now you were just choosing dresses for fun nights out.

For someone as accomplished as you, a sugar daddy probably seemed like overkill. You’ve managed to rise in the ranks at your dream job, getting a managerial title in less than 2 years. No doubt you had enough money to support the lifestyle Yoongi was giving you. Truthfully, this relationship didn’t start as a sugar daddy sugar baby thing. Your friends had taken it upon themselves to sign you up for a singles mixer—you know, one of those events where a bunch of single people went to try and find dates. You talked for about a minute before a bell rang and you moved on to a new stranger. Stuff like that really wasn’t your cup of tea.

What your friends had conveniently left out that it was a singles mixer exclusively for sugar daddies and sugar babies to find each other. Imagine your surprise when you and a couple of your friends rolled up to the bar, only to find a gaggle of late middle aged and older men sitting around the tables. You almost broke your ankle trying to run back out but your friends forced you to the bar for a drink.

Before you knew it, you were going through the rounds of meeting a lot of gentlemen that reminded you of your uncles. Gross.

So when you finally came across Yoongi during the last round, you thought maybe this thing wasn’t so bad.

One thing led to another and now you and Yoongi had been together for a little over 2 and a half years.

He had captured your heart with his clever remarks and charming personality. And he was very easy on the eyes. Not to mention, he was only a couple of years older than you with his very own successful law office.

And you had caught his interest with your timeless beauty and charisma. He doesn’t think he’s laughed as much in his life as he does when he’s with you. You were just so lovely and honest and sweet. It was hard not

to fall for you.

Now seeing you in that dress, Yoongi thinks he was falling even deeper.

His mouth dropped at the sight of you in the mid thigh navy blue dress—long sheer sleeves and square cut at your chest to show the gorgeous expanse of your chest.

“Do you like the sleeves? This dress definitely isn’t for the workplace but it’s very nice.”

He wasn’t even listening to what you were saying, eyes going down to your ass. The dress had a deeeepppp incline, the open back stopping just above the curve of your ass. Everytime you shifted from foot to foot, your ass jiggled a little and you both knew you were wearing the tiniest pair of panties.

Fuck.

“Yoongi?” You had asked him a question three times with no answer.

Turning around, you found him standing right behind you, flinching a little at his sudden closeness. “Y-yoongi?”

Suddenly, his lips were on yours, his body crowding all of your space. It took you a moment to respond but you did, kissing him back just as fervently and desperately.

You pulled back to whisper, “what’s gotten into you?”

His dark eyes sent shivers down your spine and right to your pussy which was already wet from him fingering you in the car on your way here.

“You.”

His rough hands pushed you back into the dressing room, barely managing to close the door behind him before he was back on you. Deft and experienced fingers ran up your bare back, goosebumps popping up in his wake, his lips trailing across your jaw and neck.

Your own hands went straight to the waistband of the loose pants he was wearing. He normally wore suits so seeing him casual was secretly a favorite look of his.

“You look divine in this dress. I’m buying you one in every color.”

You giggled at his words but you knew he was probably serious. He’s done the exact same thing with a lingerie set you surprised him in on his birthday. The way the white lace set made your dark skin look even more sinful and delectable than it already was should be considered a crime.

“I’ll wear whatever you want.” You leaned closer to be right next to his ear. “My body is yours, sir.”

His eyes rolled back, both at your tone and the name you called him. God, you were so sexy. And all his.

“Then get on your knees and suck my cock. Show sir that you’re grateful.”

Falling to your knees, you took the elastic off your wrist to tie up your knotless braids, happy you sprung for a style that could easily be put up when you wanted to pleasure your man.

Yoongi helped you get some of the stragglers in the back before holding your hair for leverage. You both knew where this was going.

Eyes locked on his, you pulled his pants and underwear down, his hard cock springing out from its confines. Your warm palm encased him, a sigh falling from his doll like lips.

Gathering spit in your mouth, you opened your lips to take him all the way in to the hilt.

Yoongi’s head dropped back as the heat of your mouth surrounded him. His hand gripped your ponytail tighter, keeping you down and letting your tongue work over him.

“Oh my god…..” he huffed out, pulling your head back so that only the tip was resting against your tongue.

Your nails scratched up his thighs. “Fuck my mouth, baby. Give it to me.”

That was his breaking point. Using both hands to hold either side of your head, he began thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. You relaxed your throat, patting yourself on the back for training your gag reflex during quarantine. You know………..for when you could go back out and mingle….anyway.

Your eyes remained focused on Yoongi’s face, your pussy clenching at the sight of his tightly shut eyes and dropped mouth. His long hair had fallen out of his manbun, the strands sticking to the building sweat on his forehead. Your fingers itched to hold onto that bun and ride his face until his neck hurt. Maybe once you got home.

Yoongi forced you to take all of him in, holding you there for a few seconds before pulling back and doing the same thing. Eyes watering from the assault on your throat, you let Yoongi use your throat however he liked. You were his and vice versa.

“Fuck….” Yoongi yanked your head back off of him, his orgasm feeling too close already. “Stand up.” He shakily breathed out, holding out his hand to help you to your weak legs. He placed a quick kiss to your lips, wiping away the drool that had slipped past before turning you around and pushing you against the mirror. You took a moment to look at your disheveled appearance in the reflection—your edges had began to curl back up, your pupils dilated and slightly unfocused, and the dress had became slightly skewed from all of your heavy petting. You looked a mess.

Not time to think about that now though. It didn’t take long for Yoongi to have your dress pulled up and your panties around one of your ankles. He also pulled the front of your dress down to allow your breasts to spill out, your already soaked cunt was practically screaming for his cock.

The mirror was fogged up from your breath, the cool glass making your nipples harden. “Fuck me, baby.” A sharp slap came down on your ass, the fat jiggling under the force.

“Don’t rush me.” His gruff voice said. And you’d be lying if you said that little show of dominance didn’t get you wetter than that scene in Step Up.

After moving your hair over your shoulder, Yoongi’s hand grabbed your shoulder, the other holding his cock to line up with your awaiting hole. You spread your legs a little more, arching your back to give him more access.

He didn’t give you any warning before he was diving into your wet cunt. Your mouth dropped as his cock stretched your tight walls, the overwhelming girth knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

“Oooooo…..Yoongi…..fuck. That cock’s so fucking big.” You gritted out, resisting from punching the mirror.

Yoongi inhaled a deep breath, trying not to cum as your silky walls tried to milk him for everything he was worth. The effect you had on him was just too strong. Only you could push him to the brink that fast.

Once he had calmed himself, Yoongi started a pace that could only be described as animalistic. The absolute force of which he was pushing his hips against your ass was causing a clapping noise so loud that you thought there were people giving you two a standing ovation.

An almost shriek like moan flew from your lips but Yoongi slapped his hand over your mouth to muffle it, one of your hands going up to hold onto his and the other squeezing your breast.

“Quiet.” He spit. “You want everyone to know I’m in here fucking you like a slut? Huh? Is that what you want?” His hips never slowed down as he spoke, pushing deeper and deeper until it felt like he was in your guts.

Your eyes crossed as his cock bullied your sweet spot, orgasm building faster than ever. His degradation along with the fact that you two could be caught at any moment was enough to propel you right over the edge.

Your knees buckled, Yoongi’s arm going out to wrap around your waist to keep you up.

“Good girl. Look at yourself while you cum.”

Your bleary eyes, that you didn’t even realize you had closed, slowly opened to look at your reflection and the sight sent you straight there.

Yoongi was staring directly at you, those panther like eyes making you feel so open and vulnerable. Both of your hungry eyes begging. Out of all of your moments with Yoongi, times like this really reminded you of just how much he had broken down your walls. He brought out a sexually adventurous side of you that you didn’t even know you had and you were actually grateful for it.

Or maybe you were just dickmatized…..eh.

Your pulsing walls were squeezing Yoongi’s cock hard enough to almost break it off, his own orgasm feeling incredibly close.

“Get back down.” He pushed you back down to your knees, your body quickly turning despite your orgasm still making you feel weightless. He just commanded your body that way.

Like it was muscle memory, you opened your mouth and held out your tongue, your hand coming up to take hold of his shaft. You pumped his fast, making sure to squeeze him at the tip just how he likes.

Yoongi’s eyes clenched shut, his breath labored as his orgasm got closer and closer. He braced his hands against the mirror behind you, his knees ready to give out much like yours had.

You couldn’t help but focus on the sexiness of your man’s face. It honestly made you want another round but you had something else to focus on.

“Fuck…..fuck….I’m cumming, love. Oh shit.”

“I want it. Give it to me.” You sucked harshly at his tip, still pumping him quickly.

With a moan and a full body shudder, Yoongi’s cum hit your tongue, the saltiness familiar. You continued to suck until he was recoiling from sensitivity.

He reached a hand down to tap against your chin, your head tilting back and eyes staring directly into his.

“Show me.”

You opened your mouth to show his release on your tongue. His hand dipped your chin, thumb pulling at your juicy bottom lip—his own lip pulling between his teeth.

“Swallow.” And who were you to deny?

Swallowing his cum down and then opening your mouth to show him you obeyed, you got a hum of approval from him.

You both took a moment to regain your breaths. Yoongi held out his hand to help you stand, pulling you into a hug. You sighed as his warmth seeped into your skin.

“You okay?” He asked you after a brief moment of silence.

You hummed. “Perfect. I’d have to say, I’m shocked you’re into public displays. What happened to that whole ‘your moans are only for me’ thing?” You teased. You could imagine him rolling his eyes.

Before he could give you a smart mouthed retort, a knock on the door caused both of you to scramble. You practically pushed him away to adjust your dress as Yoongi yanked his pants back up and fixed his hair.

“Um, yes?” You tried to call out in a normal voice, tone a bit hoarse from the recent exercise.

“Is everything fitting well? Should I bring you another size?” The polite voice of the associate asked.

You made eye contact with Yoongi, a cheeky smile spreading across his face and making you laugh.

“Uh, could you actually get me this same dress in all of the available colors? I’ll be purchasing them.”

#bts #bts smut #bts fic #bts x black reader #yoongi smut #bts imagines #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

i’ve been really into street racing.

hobi is reader’s boyfriend and he takes us out to the track one night to be the count down girl.

maybe you can have him go up against one of the other boys. maybe one of them tries to taunt hobi by flirting with us.

you can decide whether he wins or not but either way he gets some lovin’. also you can dictate if it’s just a kiss, heavy petting, or full blown smut.

i’m not super picky; i just wanna see some rivalry and fast cars😭

Hi! Thanks for your request! I don’t know much about cars or street racing outside of movies so I don’t know how accurate most of this is but I did my best! I really hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think! Much love🩵🩵

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The summer air was surprisingly cool against your brown skin. The sun had disappeared hours ago, making way for the beaming light of the moon to illuminate the dark overpass.

Everyone was off in their own worlds, beers and wine coolers being tossed back and discarded on the concrete, joining multiple cigarette butts and condom wrappers.

Pulling your compact mirror out of your purse, you double checked your carefully done makeup. Hot damn, you looked fine as hell. This was a special night. It was only appropriate that you looked your best.

“Princess.”

Snapping your mirror closed, you were met with the panty dropping image of your boyfriend in all his leather clad glory—leather jacket, fingerless gloves, even a pair of leather pants that made his bulge look particularly delicious. This outfit alone deserved a blowjob. Good thing you sprang for smear proof lipstick.

As if he could read your mind, he snapped his fingers to get your attention, your eyes reluctantly lifting to meet his. “My eyes are up here, princess.”

You smirked, reaching out to hook a finger in his belt loops to pull him closer. You leaned your head back to stare alluringly into his own, your cat like lashes fluttering. “Well my eyes are down there so I guess we’re at an impasse.”

He rolled his eyes at your vulgarity but you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at you, his own smirk tugging at his lips.

He cupped your cheek, thumb stroking over your plump bottom lip. At the movement, your mouth wrapped around the digit, giving it a light suck. He could feel his own cock jump at the sight but he couldn’t let himself get horny here. Not now. No matter how tempting you were.

“Aish, you’re impossible. Save it until after the race.” He sighed but not before pressing hard on your tongue making you gag a little. That tiny display of dominance went right to your cunt, the thin panties you were wearing already soaked through.

“I’ve been saving it since we left the house.” You purred, your index finger trailing along his bulge through his pants. He shivered and cursed under his breath. You were dangerous—very very dangerous.

“Hey Jung! Maybe you should be more worried about blowing the race instead of getting blown by your girl!” The deep voice of Kim Taehyung called from the other side of the overpass. Laughter reigned from his posse, his hooded eyes sparkling with mirth at calling out his rival.

Your eyes glanced from them back to Hoseok who was already glaring at the man he would be competing against tonight. No one got under Hoseok’s skin like Taehyung did, that smug bastard was still riding the high of winning the last race which left them tied.

Tonight, Hoseok would wipe that cocky smirk right off that rich boy’s face.

“Hey baby, why don’t you come over here with a real winner? I’ll show you a good time.” He whistled at you, eyes locked in a fierce battle with Hoseok. He was taunting him, loud and clear in front of everybody. Hoseok didn’t mind a little trash talk but he drew the line when people disrespected you.

You knew Hoseok better than anyone and you could tell by his face that he was reaching his breaking point.

Standing from the hood of his car, you brought your hand to his cheek to turn his face to you. “Hoseok, baby.”

That fire was burning in this eyes, that unflappable spirit and unwavering confidence that you fell in love with spreading like liquid fire through his veins.

“You get out there and win. I want to rub that bastard’s face in it.”

The sneer on his lip was gone, replaced by a wolfish grin, one that told you he was ready to go.

Gripping your ass over your mini skirt and giving it a hard squeeze, he pulled you closer to his body, the heat radiating from him sinking into your bones.

“I will, princess. Then I’ll come back and fuck you on the hood of this car.”

You smiled, poking his nose with your finger. “I’m looking forward to it.”

~

Soon enough, the atmosphere had changed from a casual hangout to electric chaos, nerves buzzing and the crowd practically bursting with anticipation.

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel of his car, looking over through his passenger window to Hoseok who was staring ahead. He must have felt Taehyung’s stare because he turned his head, their eyes blazing with a surge of emotions.

Neither of them wanted to lose. Losing meant no bragging rights. Losing meant inferiority.

Losing was not an option.

The corner of Taehyung’s lip turned up, his foot pressing on his gas pedal, his car roaring in challenge. A psych out method that Hoseok wouldn’t fall for. He didn’t have time for Taehyung’s games.

Flipping Taehyung off, Hoseok focused back ahead to where you were stepping from the sidelines to stand in the middle of both of the rumbling cars.

Your lace up heels, mini skirt, and crop top combo was driving him crazy, the pure sex appeal that dripped from you sending the crowd into a frenzy. The wolf whistles and claps were only riling Hoseok up more.

He was gonna win. Not only for himself but for you.

Your heart was thudding in equal parts excitement and nerves. This was your first time doing this and despite the job being relatively easy, you were still nervous. Everyone knew you were Hoseok’s girl. How would it look if you started the race and then he lost? Racing was his pride, his passion. You didn’t want to mess this up.

Then you captured the gaze of the man you loved through his windshield. He flashed you that beautiful smile along with a wink and all of a sudden, those nerves disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, you raised the flags in both of your hands. Their engines revved, the crowd growing more and more excited. Casting Hoseok a final glance and mouthing a ‘good luck’, you brought the flags down.

Foots on the gas, both cars sped off with a deafening screech of their tires. Dust whipped around you, tiny rocks hitting your skin and the crowd cheering loudly for who they wanted to win.

You turned around, barely catching sight of their tail-lights as they sped on the course and out of sight.

All you could do was wait.

~

Taehyung glanced into his rear view mirror, Hoseok coming up on his left. Blocking his path, Hoseok was forced to slow down a little to prevent crashing into Taehyung. Taehyung smirked; maneuvers like that was his strong suit. He blocked his competitors and secured his win. It’s how he’s beaten Hoseok all of those times before. Hoseok was a good driver but he was too careful.

Taehyung was a fierce competitor with an amazing car but even with all of that, he was impulsive, hasty and too cocky. That’s where his weakness was.

Little did Taehyung know, losing wasn’t on Hoseok’s agenda today. Today, he would let loose.

Taehyung looked into his rear view again, finding Hoseok trailing further behind him.

“Ha. Giving up, Jung? Smart.”

Around the final bend, the overpass just in sight, Taehyung was feeling confident about winning this one. He’d win and then he’d watch Hoseok’s pretty girlfriend become absolutely devastated. It would be too easy.

He would relax and cinch this win.

Just a few hundred yards from the finish line, Taehyung began to slow down just a little. Hoseok was too far behind to catch up anyway. He could cruise into this win.

Hoseok took a deep breath, just the thought of you waiting for him enough to give him that last burst of confidence he needed. Shifting gears, he slammed on the gas, the needle on the speedometer flying from 90 to 140 in seconds. Like a bullet, Hoseok flew past Taehyung.

Taehyung could barely react, pressing on his own gas in an attempt to regain his lead but it was too late. The cheers of the crowd hit his ears but they weren’t for him.

You could have cried seeing Hoseok’s car cross the line with Taehyung just milliseconds behind him. You couldn’t even hear the people around you, focused solely on your boyfriend who had stepped out of his car.

His eyes frantically looked around, searching for the one person who he knew would be waiting for him.

You ran the best you could in your heels into his open arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun both of you around.

Pulling away, you cupped both of his cheeks, letting out a watery laugh before connecting your lips in a desperate and yearning kiss full of joy, love, and overwhelming pride.

“I won, princess. I won.” He said against your lips.

He won.

~

“Ooooooo shit, fuck me harder with that fat cock baby! It feels so good!” You moaned/screamed as Hoseok’s thick cock pummeled your walls in back shots so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. Tears streamed down your cheeks, drool leaking from your mouth and forming tiny puddles on the hood of his car. You could feel yourself ready to burst, all of the pent up energy and adrenaline from the race still coursing through your veins.

After his win, Hoseok immediately drove you two to an empty parking lot and then he was on you. He kept true to his promise, pulling you out of the car and hauling you up on the hood before eating you out like a madman. He didn’t even remove your panties, simply moving them to side before diving into your succulent cunt.

Hoseok cursed, working his hips back and forth faster than his car, the squelch of your walls spurring him on faster. Your creamy cunt was making the filthiest noises along with your pleasure fueled babbles and pleads.

The cool hood of his car was doing nothing to alleviate the heat radiating off of you, your nipples rubbing against the surface to the point where they hurt a little bit but it was only adding to the mind numbing pleasure.

“Yeah? Hold that ass open for me.”

Reaching your hands back, you spread your ass cheeks for him, giving him a view of your twitching ass. Gathering some saliva in his mouth, he let spit dribble from his mouth down to your little hole. He rubbed his thumb over the tight ring of muscle making you whine out. There was no warning, no gentle touches, no preparation before he shoved his thumb right into your ass, hooking it and using it as a type of leverage on forcing your ass to clap against him.

Your mouth dropped in a silent scream at the feeling of the sudden intrusion, the new sensation hurtling you towards orgasm. You felt so fucking full, both of your holes stuffed and your knees quivering as they threatened to give on you.

Hoseok must have sensed it because he grabbed one of your legs and propped it up on the hood. Not only did this position open you up more, it let him reach so much deeper, the tip of his cock rubbing against your gspot with every stroke.

You choked out a moan, head lifting and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pleasure crested.

“I’m gonna cum Hoseok! Fuck I’m gonna cum! I-I’m…!” You slurred, nails scratching the paint off and leaving thin marks in the metal.

His thumb dug deeper, cock reaching unexplored places of your pussy. “Cum princess. Shit shit shit.”

You both reach your highs at the same time, your walls constricting around him and milking him for everything he had, his cum coating your squishy walls. Your head banged forward on the car, shivers going down your spine despite the heat of the night.

Your chests rose and fell as you tried to regain your breath. You felt Hoseok’s hand travel up your shoulder to grab your face, peeling your sweaty body off the surface. He craned your head backwards, bringing his lips down on yours in a feverish kiss. You hummed, your tongues dancing and licking at each other.

“Congrats on your win, baby.”

“Thanks. Do I get my prize now?”

You laughed because he was so ridiculous but so were you. That’s why you fit together so well.

“Get in the back, loser.”

#askberryhobii #bts #bts smut #hoseok smut #bts x black reader

[berryhobii]

Hiii! I recently discovered your account and I'm so in love with you writings 😭. Can you do a namjoon x f!reader where namjoon gets really jealous and possessive so he picks a fight with her but then he regrets it when he saw her crying so he decided to remind her who she belongs to?!! Thanks in advance 💜

Thanks for your request! I actually kind of forgot what you specified so by the time I finished and read it again, I realize that you asked for reader to cry. I totally forgot. I’m sorry! I did include some tears of pleasure though. Hopefully that makes up for it. I also made Namjoon super toxic in this🫣still, I hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵

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“You’re such an asshole! Why do you always do this?!” You slammed your purse down on your vanity, the furniture rocking under the force. You didn’t even care about your expensive makeup tumbling off it. That blush was $30!

“Why do you always insist on parading yourself around like you’re not in a relationship?”

Your head whipped around so fast that the tips of your braids smacked you in the face.

“You’re acting like I have For Rent sign hanging off my pussy, Namjoon!”

“You might as well!”

This wasn’t the first time you and your long term boyfriend had gotten into an argument like this. Specifically about this particular topic. It was honestly exhausting. Why did you even stick around?

Namjoon had been your on and off boyfriend for close to a decade. You two met in a little after high school. While he went off to college, you immediately started working, deciding that college wasn’t really for you. You worked a lot of odd jobs; mail carrier, retail worker, security guard and now you were a personal assistant at a company you actually really liked. It was good pay, good benefits, you even got your weekends free.

Working at a company meant company dinners. Normally, you’d decline. You’d tell your coworkers that you were tired or that you were spending time with your boyfriend and they’d take that excuse.

But the real reason you didn’t go was because your boyfriend was bat shit crazy.

Your hands waved around as you yelled back, “I’m not fucking anyone else, Namjoon! And I’m not trying to. Why the hell are you so paranoid?”

“How can I not be paranoid when my girlfriend is at a bar in a pair of jeans showing her ass?”

You ran a hand down your face, your laugh spiteful and exasperated. “I have a fat ass, Namjoon! What do you want me to do? Take it off and leave it on the dresser? Do I tell you to keep your dick at home?”

He was being completely unreasonable like always. You were a thicker girl. That would show regardless of what you wore. The fact that he almost blamed you for your body type and clothes as if they didn’t attract him in the first place was absolutely ridiculous. He could barely go 15 minutes without slapping it or telling you how sexy you were. It’s like he didn’t like you even existing outside of your apartment. Some irrational fear that you’re popping your coochie for other people. It was ridiculous.

He watched with rage filled eyes as you started walking around the room, removing your jewelry. He didn’t know why he was so upset. Just seeing you in that bar, laughing and with all those male coworkers around you.

It filled him with something more than jealousy.

Envy. Possessiveness.

You were his. No one else’s.

Honestly, seeing you so frustrated with him made his cock stir. The desire to force you back into submission was heavy on his shoulders and mind.

“Who was that guy you were talking to? I thought you didn’t date short guys.”

You were starting to get a headache. Tossing your earrings in the little dish on your vanity, you said, “his name’s Yoongi and I don’t want to date him. I’ve also never said I don’t date short guys. You’ve been my only boyfriend and it just so happens to be that you’re tall. Why are you putting words in my mouth?”

He could still remember how you laughed at whatever that guy said. Your hand pushing him because you had a tendency to hit people when you were laughing. Who the hell was this Yoongi guy to even be able to make you laugh? Namjoon should be the only one seeing you that joyous.

“It’s like you’re intentionally trying to piss me off. Do you get a kick out of making me angry?”

“If you’re pissed off at my body existing, that sounds like a you problem.” You went to your closet to start removing the bad jeans and your shirt.

“You should have known how I’d react.”

There it was. He was trying to flip it and blame you for his reaction.

Why did you even stay with him? He filled your days with unease. You weren’t the kind of person to let people control your actions. You were an adult. You’ve been handling yourself just fine. You knew deep down that you didn’t need him, the stress he brought.

But Namjoon was familiar. He was the only man you’ve been in a relationship with. He was all you knew. You couldn’t just let him go.

Liar. You could. You could pack up right now and leave him forever. Why haven’t you?

Pulling your night shirt over your head, you walked back out of the closet to see him sitting on the bed. He was manspread and staring at you with dark eyes. If you weren’t so peeved, you’d probably drop to your knees and give him a blowjob so good that it would knock him unconscious. “You know what, Namjoon? I’m so over you. When will you get it through your thick head that I’m not fucking anyone else and I don’t want to?!” You sighed. “In a minute, I won’t even want to fuck you anymore. Not while you’re acting like this.”

Just as you were about to turn around to walk to the bathroom, his hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you down onto the bed. With a practiced quickness, he was hovering above you, his dragon like eyes staring holes into your face.

“You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Don’t get mad at me because I don’t want you acting like you’re single.”

You tried to fight out of his hold but his huge body kept you down. Damn it, why did he have to start going to the gym? He was easier to overpower when he was still his lanky self. Now he’s beefed up and while you liked it, it really worked against you in these situations.

“How is me wearing jeans acting like I’m single? It’s not like I sucked anyone’s dick.”

His grin pissed you off even more.

“You probably wanted to. You always have been good at it.”

Fuck being on thin ice. He was in shark infested waters now.

You smirked back. “Yeah, it put your quick nutting ass to sleep everytime.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, not pressing hard enough to cut off your oxygen but enough so you could feel the pressure. You hated yourself for getting excited, pussy clenching. For all the times for your vagina to betray you, it had to be now?

“Take that back.”

“Make me. Bitch.”

His jaw clenched. “Oh. I’ll make you alright.”

That was all it took for him to lift off of you, stalking over to your bedside table. Squinting your eyes suspiciously, you tried to peek past his broad back. You only kept a few things in that drawer.

Shit.

The clink of those fuzzy blue handcuffs made both excitement and slight nervousness radiate down your body. You hardly used those since Namjoon didn’t have to do much to pin you. If he was getting them, that could only mean one thing.

“You son of a bitch!”

He had lifted the vibrator off your clit, once again denying you of your orgasm. That was number 8 and neither of you were backing down. Your brown skin was slick with sweat, as was your pussy in arousal. Your abused and overstimulated clit throbbed, begging for enough to push you over the edge but this asshole wasn’t having it.

While you were completely naked, he was still fully clothed. Something about that just got to you—the pure dominance in him still having clothes on was sexy as hell but you’d never tell him that. His own erection was painfully straining against his pants. He so badly wanted to just whip it out and fuck your gushing cunt until you were begging for him to stop. But that would be too easy. You didn’t deserve his cock nor any orgasms. Not until you said sorry.

“Apologize and I’ll let you cum.” His jaw tightened letting you know he was getting more and more irritated. Ha!

You glared at him, mentally wishing for him to burst into flames. Sadistic bastard. You’d never say it. It’s his fault for being paranoid. You weren’t about to apologize for his reaction. Your pride wouldn’t let you.

“N-never.”

He sighed before pressing the vibrator back against your clit. Your hips jerked up, hands pulling against your restraints as your orgasm rushed back to you.

This has been going on for almost an hour. Namjoon could see you were still holding strong and he hated it. He wanted you to break, wanted you to beg for his forgiveness, for you to go back to being his good girl. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t just be obedient.

Ah well. He liked putting you back in your place. He signed up for it when you two started dating anyway.

“Why do you have to be such a brat? Just say you’re sorry and we can move on.”

You were so close. So so close. Every nerve in your body was set alight with pleasure and absolute malice for your boyfriend. You were a brat? Why was he such a controlling piece of shit?

“Fuck you.” You gritted out.

He took the vibrator away again, your orgasm fading once more. You slumped back against the bed, chest heaving and stubbornness starting to fade.

Maybe you should just apologize. It’s not like you’d actually mean it. It would just stroke this sadistic motherfucker’s ego and make him feel like he has some power over you.

Turning off the vibrator, he tossed it to the side before moving to unbuckle his pants. The action itself was way sexier than it was. Was he finally about to fuck you? That would make you cum instantly.

No, he wouldn’t. He knew you came super easily from penetration. If you knew him like you think you did, you know he wasn’t giving up.

His hard cock sprung out of his pants. Your lust filled eyes locked on it. God, why did he have to be this way? You were already thirsty for him, you only wanted his cock. So why did he think you wanted to screw every man you came across?

He stroked his cock a few times, yet another action that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was.

Gripping the back of your thigh, he pushed it into your body, your other following out of instinct. He smirked at your movement and you wanted to kick him in his face.

Lining up with your hole, he began pushing inside. Your back arched at the wide intrusion, relief flooding you at finally having his cock stretch you.

But when you didn’t feel the rest of his cock inside, you lifted your head. It looked like he was struggling himself, breathing out a shaky breath at your tight walls. You were a brat but you had the best pussy he’s ever had.

“What the hell…..?”

He lifted his head to look at your desperate and confused face. Hook, line and sinker. You were too easy.

“You don’t deserve my whole cock. If you don’t want to apologize, I’m not gonna give it to you.”

“So you’re just gonna give me the tip?! You bastard!” You tried to kick your legs but he held them in place.

Best believe, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in your slick walls and pound you through the mattress but he had a lesson to teach. You couldn’t keep getting away with this behavior.

A few small thrusts and he already felt ready to bust.

You bucked your hips, trying to get him to sink deeper but he backed up to keep just the tip inside of you.

“You ass! What the hell is your problem?”

“Apologize. Last chance.”

Your blood boiled in your veins. You wanted to cum so badly but you refused to say you were sorry. You’ve had enough of this ass pushing you around.

But……………

His head hung low as he thrusted a few more times, one stroke going just a little bit deeper and brushing past your sweet spot.

Fuck this!

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?”

That grin was back. Easy work.

He adjusted himself before ramming his entire cock into your walls. His fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

You didn’t even have the nerve to retort. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock. Your orgasm was right there once again and you were confident you’d finally reach it.

A sudden pain to your breast caused your back to arch. You lifted your head just as it happened again.

Namjoon twisted your nipple between his fingers, the sharp pain only adding to the thick haze of pleasure.

“See how good it feels when you just do what I say? Say you’re sorry again.”

He twisted your nipple again, your mouth opening to scream out an, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!!”

“Good girl.”

Picking up the vibrator again, he clicked it to its highest setting before pressing it back on your clit, his hips still delivering deep strokes to your fluttering walls.

Your throat ached from the Bloody Mary scream you let out. Tears pricked at your waterline, your chest feeling tight as the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had slammed into you.

Your legs kicked sporadically, hips bucking as you humped against the toy. Black dots danced in front of your vision as you rode out the almost endless orgasm. The first one didn’t even have a chance to come down before you were floating into the next one.

Namjoon cursed as you squeezed him impossibly tight, little droplets of liquid hitting his pelvis.

The hand that wasn’t holding the toy went to wrap around your throat, shaking you a little and forcing you to focus on him.

“Whose pussy is this?” He needed to hear you say it.

Your mouth dropped open but no words came out. Tears streaked down your face, your mascara getting all messed up.

You were perfection to him. His perfect little toy.

His fingers pushed down over your pulse point before he asked you again, “I asked you a question.” He growled. The headboard was crashing into the wall, leaving an indent you’d complain about tomorrow but he didn’t care. He’d just fuck that out of you too.

“Yours! It’s yours! I’m sorry!” You slurred, yet another orgasm coursing through you, your toes curling hard enough to crack. You didn’t even think you were still in your body. Your mind was somewhere else. That let you know that he had effectively fucked you dumb.

“That’s right. It’s mine. Don’t you forget it. Now thank me for my cock.” He pressed the toy harder on your clit, thrusts speeding up. If not for the handcuffs and his hold on your throat, you would have been slammed through the wall.

“T-thank you, thank you, thank you! Fuhhhhhhhhh—uuuuccckkkk….”

With one last vice like squeeze of your walls, Namjoon pulled out of you, releasing your neck to pump his cock over your stomach. Hot splashes of his release painted your brown skin, your eyes falling shut at the sensation.

Your legs fell from their folded position, your body squirming away from the vibrator. Namjoon clicked it off before dropping it to the ground with a loud thud.

Both of your chests heaved from exertion, your body still twitching in the aftershocks. You felt ready to pass out.

Namjoon stared down at you—your belly covered in his cum and your skin already darkening just a little from his grip on you.

You couldn’t see his smirk but it was there.

You were his. And it would stay that way.

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #namjoon smut #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

Hiii I love your work sm us black readers really appreciate everything you do. I was wondering if you could do a jungkook drabble where the reader is pregnant and has mood swings but jungkook comforts her with love regardless , once again thank you authornim 🫶🏾🫶🏾

Thanks so much for your request! I actually gave a secret soft spot for pregnancy fics and people! It’s so amazing how they can grow whole human beings! Shout out to all the pregnant people out there. I hope all of you have happy and healthy deliveries! 🩵🩵🩵(fun fact: this drabble is inspired by an actual couple I met years ago when I worked at Chick Fil A😝)

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“Baby, can we get Chick Fil A?”

Jungkook pulled to a stop at a red light, turning his head to face you. You were just finishing the cup of cinnamon sugar pretzels you begged for at the mall. You two were only supposed to be going to shop for nursery furniture but the large pretzel logo had caught your eye, your previous nausea immediately alleviating as the scent wafted into your nose. A flutter of your eyelashes and a sweet kiss to his cheek and Jungkook was standing in line for pretzels. He already had a hard time saying no to you and your pregnancy only made him even more weak to your wants. How could he say no to you?

He booped your cute nose. “Sure baby.” Your grin was utterly adorable, a little squeal coming from you, a happy wiggle following as you thought about what you wanted.

He just wanted to squeeze you, you were so cute.

Unfortunately, the line at the restaurant was pretty long. Also unfortunate? Hunger made you incredibly impatient, add pregnancy on top of that and you were a walking bomb. He just hoped your bladder didn’t decide to join the party.

“Ughhh.” You groaned, pouting at all of the cars ahead of you and the few workers outside taking orders. You greatly respected and empathized with people in the service industry so you knew it wasn’t their fault for the slow line. Why were there so many people outside right now?!

Jungkook glanced over at you. He could tell where this was going. He had to distract you. “Do you want to listen to music? We can listen to your car playlist?”

You didn’t answer. You just glared at the car ahead of you as if trying to wish it out of existence.

Jungkook licked his lips before turning on your playlist—Beyoncé’s Best Thing I Never Had starting up. You normally perked up at this song but the sudden sound seemed to piss you off even more. Crazy, right?

Your hand turned the volume back down, eyes cutting to the love of your life. “I don’t want to listen to music right now! What is taking so long? How many people need to be out on a Thursday afternoon?” You snapped, slamming your hands on the dashboard.

Apparently, the car ahead of you must have had the same thought because they turned out of the line to leave. Lucky for you, the employee was finishing up with the car ahead so that meant you were next!

“Yay!” You clapped your hands, back to happy. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, rolling down his window as the employee approached his car. You ordered first before motioning for Jungkook to go but he just took out his wallet, about to pay for you.

You frowned. “Aren’t you getting something?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Nah I’m okay.”

You didn’t like that. You hated eating something without Jungkook. You wanted him to eat as well. Don’t ask why, not even you could fully explain but just know it was serious!

“Then I don’t want anything either….”

Jungkook looked at you, heart softening at your pouted lip and watery eyes.

He was a weak, weak man.

“Give me a number 1 and an extra order of fries too. Thank you.” He told the employee who was trying to hold back a smile.

That perked you right back up, happy that you could enjoy something with your husband.

After taking your order and Jungkook paid(duh), he pulled forward to the next window to retrieve your food. You were practically thrumming in the passenger seat, leaning over to look through the driver side window to watch the workers pour your frozen lemonade.

He thanked the employee, handing the bag over to you who immediately opened it and dug around for the fries. They were fresh and hot, just how you liked them!

“Feel better?” Jungkook inquired as he pulled out of the line and got back on the road.

Cheeks stuffed with fries, you nodded your head. You unwrapped your straw next, jabbing it in your drink before taking a long sip. Happiness radiated all the way down your spine. Fries were so good! You hoped whoever founded the potato is forever blessed! Just thinking about the versatile vegetable got you all choked up.

Jungkook thought everything was over until he heard you sniffle. Panic struck his heart, eyes glancing from you to the road.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

You sniffled again, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “It’s just…” You swallowed the block forming in your throat. “Potatoes are so amazing, aren’t they? And these fries are so g-good!” Sobs shook your body, hands still bringing more fries to your mouth, including the extra ones Jungkook had ordered.

Jungkook bit his lip at an attempt to hold in his laughter.

He fell a little more in love with you everyday. Seeing your body change, waking up to your gorgeous face, being able to run his fingers over your glowing brown skin, and being your rock through this remarkable journey….he cherished it all while he could because soon, a new addition would bring all new memories and a new you for him to experience.

And he’d hold onto every moment for he rest of his life.

The little one in your belly danced as you drank another long sip of lemonade. “It’s good, isn’t it? I know.” You cooed to your belly, rubbing over it lovingly and sniffling up more snot that threatened to leak.

Jungkook reached over to place a hand on your belly as well, smiling when he felt the rippling movement of his little one.

“I love you. Both of you.”

He could see your bright smile from his peripheral vision. “We love you too. Don’t we, my darling?” That was directed towards your belly and in response, your baby kicked against Jungkook’s palm again.

Yeah, these were the moments.

…..

“Baby, they only gave us 2 Chick Fil A sauces…”

“Okay?”

“Turn around.”

#bts #bts x black reader #bts imagines #jeon jungkook #bts fic #askberryhobii

[berryhobii]

loveeeee how u are feeding us with constantly uploading fics😍!!

can u do namjoon or jimin with thick blk fem reader and they're ass guys or something idk

Thanks for your request! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵

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If asked to pick his favorite parts of you, Jimin had a few answers.

Obviously everything since you were his perfect baby love honey pie.

If asked to choose specifics, well your eyes of course. And your nose. And your smile just made his heart race. Your ears were adorable too. Your hands fit perfectly in his. How could he forget your cute hands too?

Yeah, Jimin loved everything about you.

“Jimin, get off my legs. They’re falling asleep.”

“Mhmm? Let them….”

“Jimin!”

You and Jimin were currently lounging on your bed. The sheets had been freshly changed, both of you freshly showered, and with the weather becoming colder outside, it was the prime time for snuggles.

Only, Jimin was doing the majority of the snuggling.

You were laid out your belly, trying to complete another day in Good Pizza Great Pizza. Only to get frustrated because these dumb customers kept giving you riddles! How were you supposed to know they only wanted bell peppers on half the pizza!? That’s not what their cryptic way of explaining implied.

You loved spending these moments with your lover. Feeling him close and helping him relax after his long days filled your heart with content. Caring for him and knowing he came to you to alleviate all of his stress was comforting.

But it was hard to be comforting when you were so uncomfortable.

Jimin’s head was laid right on your ass, his body taking place between your slightly spread legs. Both of his hands occasionally squeezed at your cheeks, a light smack or two scattered between those.

He was incredibly close to falling asleep and would have been if you hadn’t of disturbed him.

You wiggled around a little, trying to get him to move but he just whined and held onto your buttocks tighter.

“Stop moving. You can shake your ass on my face later.” He yawned.

You held back a laugh at his sleepy voice. He’s the only person you knew that could plan sex while moments from dreamland.

Huffing, you said, “what’s your obsession with my ass anyway? It’s just an ass.”

That seemed to wake him up more, his head lifting. You craned yours the best you could to be able to see him, snorting at the serious yet scandalized look on his face.

“It’s not just an ass. It’s your ass. And your ass is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Are you implying that dating me isn’t the best thing that ever happened to you?” You teased.

He rolled his eyes. “Your ass comes with dating you so they’re basically the same thing. Your butt is soft and jiggly and when you bounce on my cock…..”He hissed, shaking his head. “It’s like magic.” He emphasized his point by clapping his hand down on your left ass cheek, eyes mesmerized as he watched the fat ripple. And you were only wearing panties which made the effect look all the better.

“Then how about I bounce on your cock instead? I’m starting to consider shutting down my small business for the night.”

The weight was off your legs immediately. You turned over and sat up, laughing at the hilarious sight that met you.

Jimin was trying to simultaneously take off his shirt and pajama pants—his arms were stuck and he was jumping on one foot attempting to get out of his pants.

He finally got everything off, hair tussled and breathing hard like he just ran a marathon.

You bit your lip to stifle your laughter. He raised an eyebrow, lips quirking up since this situation was actually pretty funny to him as well.

But he had to be serious!

“Prepare your ass, baby.”

He tackled you onto the bed, giggles and sweet kisses being traded between you two, his hands squeezing at your ass

Jimin still loved everything about you but your ass definitely had a very special place in his heart.

And in his hands.

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