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[ppersonna]

the sheriff - knj | m

↳ summary- you’ve always had a soft spot for Kim Namjoon, the local sheriff.  seems like he’s had one for you, too.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

↳ word count- 6.8k (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRABBLE I...)

↳ genre- smut, fluff

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), cowboy dirty talk, unprotected sex, aftercare, namjoon is a whole gentleman, we love to see it, period-typical gender roles, sex in a saloon, severe overuse of the word Darlin, artistic liberties on language used in the old west lol

↳ a/n- hello! welcome to my first (not so) drabble for Bangtan Rodeo!  this was requested by my angel dani @minloop​ who requested “ Howdy partner, Namjoon + saloon + sheriff 🤠” i hope you enjoy it love!  thank you to my soulmate @mindays​ for the amazing banner omg i c ry every time i look at it.  and thank you to @hobiance​ for making up this fun game, and for @mindays​ for beta-reading it!!  i also wanna shoutout my crew @ladyartemesia​ @xjoonchildx​ @taetaewonderland​ @kookiesjoonies​ who i would never write again if it werent for their constant hype.  I LOVE YOU ALLLLLL. 

What had started out as a pleasant ride through town on your father’s horse, Bang, turned into an absolute nightmare.

The horse had gotten spooked by some unknown creature, and reared up high, before taking off at a break-neck pace. Your screams were drowned out by the thunderous beat of the stallion’s hooves and the wind rushing by as the horse ran erratically out of the town and into the wilderness.

“Help!” You screamed, hoping someone would hear you. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you clung to the reins, skirt billowing behind you.

Bang the horse reared up again in a clearing, and this time it was no match for your delicate strength. You slid off the horse and landed hard on your back with an ‘oof’ before your vision went black.

“Hey, you hear me? Little lady?”

The voice wakes you, and you blink a few times. Sitting up, you wince at the stabbing pain that radiates through your body and hiss.

“Hey now, be careful,” the gentle voice speaks again. “Don’t get up too fast. Here, lay back down.”

Something soft touches the back of your head and you realize the kind stranger must have balled up some clothing for you to rest on.

The sun is still high in the sky and your vision is slowly coming back to normal, when you focus on the face of your savior—before nearly passing out again.

It’s the town Sheriff, Kim Namjoon. The very man you’ve harbored a secret crush on for years.  

You’ve watched him become a deputy and work his way up the ranks. He was a gentleman, and the bravest man in town. He battled some of the fiercest bank robbers and thieves in the county and always came back victorious. He was prime husband material.

That is, if you had ever spoken a more than a single word to him.

He’d work for your father on your ranch often, helping with mending fences or shoeing horses. He’d sit at your dinner table and graciously eat the soup, dumplings and pie you’d make special for him and thank you with a tip of his hat—then be off, back to saving the town, before you could even build up the courage to tell him ‘good evening’.

“How you feelin’?” He asks tenderly, cupping your cheek and pushing your mused hair behind your ear as best as he could.

It’s hard to speak—equal parts in pain from the fall and stunned from the beautiful man staring you down.

“H-hurts,” you whisper, licking your lips.

Namjoon’s eyes follow where your tongue trails over your chapped lips and swallows hard.

“I bet. You took quite the fall there.”

You close your eyes, remembering the terrifying moment you fell off. The horse had been so frightened, so ablaze...

Suddenly, you remember your father’s prize stallion. He had likely run off while you laid unconscious in the dirt.

“Oh, no!” Your eyes fly open. “Bang!”  You try to sit up, but Namjoon shushes you and gently guides you back down.

“He’s all right, miss.  He’s eating an apple, as happy as can be.”

“Oh, praise the lord,” you sigh. “Papa would tan my hide.”

Namjoon chuckles and nods.  

“Brave of you to take that beast out for a ride. You think you can sit up?”

You nod, and with his strong, gorgeous hands assisting you, you sit up straight.

He offers you the waterskin in his hands. “Here, have some water. You’ll need it for that headache.”  

“What headache—owww,” you groan as the sudden pounding in your head echoes the pounding of the horses’ hooves galloping out of town. Namjoon chuckles and pats down your hair—picking out dirt and leaves.

“Once you feel back to sorts, I’ll wrangle Bang up to my horse so you can ride with me, and I’ll take you home.”

The water from the skin is cool and you sigh as it coats your dry throat, eyes closing in bliss.  Namjoon keeps his eyes on you for a moment, watching the way you drink.  He nearly groans as a bit falls from your lips, trails your neck and down onto your pretty chest. It slips past your clothes, where his eyes can no longer follow it, and he shakes himself back to propriety.  

“Thank you,” you speak as you swallow the water and hand back the skin. “I needed that.”

Namjoon nods solemnly, tucking the skin back to his holster belt before standing up.

“You stay there and rest while I get Bang tied up, alright?”

You’re hopeless to deny any request from the handsome sheriff, and you’re nodding your assent before you try to fight back on feeling better.

Instead, you watch as the tall man stands and strides over to Bang, cooing gently at the enormous beast and patting his nose for a moment to calm any lingering nerves the horse may have.

Your mind wanders and you suddenly envision a future with the sheriff—watching him tend to your horses while you cook dinner and mind the children. You imagine him herding you into your bedroom and pushing you deep into your featherbed, dripping cock aching to slide into your warmth as he whispers how much he loves you into your ear.

You’re only snapped out of your fantasy when the man of your dreams approaches once more, a bridled horse at his side as he slips the reins through his own horse’s saddle to guide him back to town.

“You all right there, little lady? You looked a little dazed.”

Your cheeks heat and you nod, quickly trying to dispel the embarrassment.

He sticks his hand out and you watch as your small hand fits in perfectly to his grip, and he tugs you up with ease; the momentum of the pull has you being pulled directly into his chest.

“T-thank you,” you murmur breathlessly. The sheriff stares down at you, eyes fixed on your own before they glance at your lips as if it’s his last wish to press his own there.

He’s silent for a moment as he holds you against his chest, then rights himself and backs away.

“You’re welcome, ma’am. Glad to help.”

Namjoon lifts you onto his own horse and your heart stutters at the feel of his hands gripping your waist. It’s warm where he touches and you wonder what his hands would feel like touching you everywhere. You imagine his hands would feel like a dying campfire on your bare skin, deceivingly scorching hot.

He saddles up behind you and wraps his arms around you, gripping the reins as he clicks his tongue at his horse to start a slow trot back towards town.

The gentle trot of the horse makes your chest heave and fall, bouncing with each step the horse takes. Namjoon glances down and can see the way your breasts jiggle and bites his tongue.  You look enchanting—dirty skirt and ripped blouse from the fall. Namjoon only wishes he had been the one to dirty you and rip your clothes. His cock hardens against his will and he prays to god you don’t feel his arousal poking you in the back and prays he can get you to town before you realize and slap him into the next county.

And you definitely notice.

Your cheeks heat to hotter than the summer sun and you swallow hard to dispel some ache in your chest. Your core suddenly feels desperate for attention and you can almost imagine the way his hands would feel rubbing at your needy clit, whispering filth into your ear as he coaxed orgasm after sobbing orgasm from within you.

“Are you goin’ to the square dance tomorrow night?” Namjoon suddenly asks you, attempting to distract himself away from his rising cock.

In the chaos of your frightful ride out of town, and the bliss of being pressed up against the handsome sheriff, you had forgotten all about the annual square dance held at the town saloon.  Drinks, dancing, and fiddlin’ festivities were always bound to happen.

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind,” you say. “But, I suppose I could get Papa out of the house.  He has an eye on that new schoolteacher.”

Namjoon laughs, and it warms your heart. He’s taken special care of your father as much as you have ever since your mother died years ago.

“I think she has her eye on him, too.”

You hum, deep in thought of your lonely father, and Namjoon squeezes your hip with his free hand.

“Well, I hope to see you there.”

The blush returns right as Namjoon’s horse strides up to your homestead. Your father must have seen you coming and runs out of the house and down the steps to collect you.

“Oh, thank the good lord!” He breathes as he pulls you into his chest. You smile and return your father's warm embrace, suddenly feeling comforted.

“Sheriff Kim, I owe you a lifetime for rescuing my little girl.”

Namjoon smiles at you and winks, before looking back at your father and pulling his hat off tenderly.

“Just doing my duty, sir.”

Something twinges in your heart, as you’re reminded Namjoon saved you out of dedication to the badge than any memorable feelings towards you.

“Plus,” he continues. “It’s already a reward when the little lady is as pretty as this one.”

There’s that stupid blush again. Your father claps Namjoon on the shoulder and then brings the sheriff in for a hug, with a cheerful laugh.

“Now, you best be careful how you speak, son. I can’t threaten the sheriff with my .22 when he’s courtin’ my daughter.”  His demeanor radiates his joking manner with Namjoon, but the sheriff’s eyes still widen like he’s a teenager again.

Your cheeks, already pink, flame red with embarrassment.  

“Papa!” You admonish. “Leave Namjoon alone! He didn’t mean nothin’ by it!”

Namjoon’s smile fades back to a solemn and stoic look as he unhooks the stallion still attached to his own.

“Here you go,” he murmurs as he hands the reins to your father. “He’s just fine, too.”

Papa nods, and Namjoon replaces his hat and bows his head in acknowledgment.

“Good evening, sir,” he motions to your father. “And to you, miss. I reckon I’ll see you at the dance tomorrow.”

You nod, licking your lips again without knowing it. Namjoon begs his cock to behave, especially in front of your father.

“Thank you, Sheriff. And I reckon you will.”

He saddles up, and rides off into the sunset. Your eyes remain on his disappearing silhouette and your father fondly flicks your ear.

“That fellow likes you,” he nods at the retreating man. “And you just had to hold a candle for the goddamn sheriff.”

He ‘tsks’ jokingly, before slinging his arm around your shoulder and guiding you up towards the house.

“How the hell am I supposed to scare a boy off my daughter when he’s got more guns than me!”

You snort under your breath and lean into your father's hold.  

“Oh, Papa.”

You can hear the music pouring from the saloon the moment you walk up. Papa stands next to you outside and anxiously fixes his hair.

“You think Ms. Lainey will be here tonight?” He asks.  He tries not to look worried, but you can read him like a book.

Your hands smooth out his crisp, dress shirt and adjust his handsome bowtie.

“Yes, Papa. I reckon she will, lookin’ prettier than a sunflower.”

His eyes lock on yours, full of gentle emotion that you haven’t seen since your mother passed.

“You think this is fine?”

He looks concerned—worries he’s perhaps moving on too soon from your mother when she’s been gone and buried for years now. You can’t help but feel a bullet through your heart for the older man. He raised you to an adult, tended to an entire ranch, and maintained his sanity in the depths of his depression.

“Yes, Papa,” you soothe. “Mama would want you to be happy. I think Ms. Lainey is the perfect person to help you with that. Plus, I hear she makes a killer cornbread.”

Papa smiles and pinches your cheek gently.

“You’re just like your Mama,” he muses with a fond smile. “A smart ass. But a beautiful one.”

“Papa!”

“Hey,” he grins as he holds up his hands in surrender. “I’m not a liar. Now, let’s go in there and find that handsome sheriff, shall we?”

“Papa, please. Don’t embarrass me!”

“Well, too damn bad. That’s my job as your father.”

He pushes past you and through the swinging doors of the saloon.

Damn that old man.

Namjoon spies you the second you walk into the wooden saloon. You look like a princess, if he’s ever seen one.

Your blue dress hugs your curves just right and sweeps to the floor. It looks soft and Namjoon wonders what it would feel like under his fingertips. Tender, gentle, just like you.

He sets his bottle of beer down—he’s been nursing it for half an hour now, unwilling to get drunk or even tipsy tonight. Not out of some sense of duty—he had plenty of deputies around to keep the peace, but out of hope that you would come. He didn’t want to be drunk around you.  

He watches as you whisper into your father’s ear and gesture towards one corner of the room.  Namjoon tracks your gaze and sees you’re both looking at the new schoolteacher, Ms. Lainey who wears a pink blush that matches her pretty, pink dress. Your father kisses your cheek softly, before leaving your side and making his way towards the teacher.

Namjoon shoves the barely touched bottle of beer towards the barkeep, Jungkook.

“The hell you want me to do with it?” He asks incredulously to the sheriff.

Namjoon sends a look to his longtime friend.

“Fuck if I care, Kook. I’m busy!”

Jungkook grumbles under his breath as Namjoon turns away.

He weaves through the crowd towards you, keeping you locked in his vision. He hopes to keep you all to himself tonight, especially with you looking as ravaging as you do in that gown.

He nearly makes it to you when Jackson Wang slides in and wraps an arm around your waist.  He can see your face fall when you realize who it is. Jackson is your ex-boyfriend, and a shitty one at that.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he attempts to woo. “Let me have just one dance.”

“I said I’m not interested, Jackson.”

“Oh, I know you said that, but I don’t think you meant it.”

Namjoon clears his throat from where he stands behind you. You both turn in surprise towards the officer.

“I think the lady said what she meant.”

Jackson narrows his eyes at Namjoon and grips you tighter.

“And who the hell do you think you are!”

Namjoon opens the coat of his suit, giving Jackson an eye-full of the loaded revolver clipped to his side.

Jackson seems to get the picture and shoves you off him—Namjoon is quick to steady your uneven gait from the assault.

Namjoon whistles for Jimin, his deputy, and instructs the eager young officer to escort Jackson off the premises.

“You’re lucky I’m not having him take you to the Big House tonight.”

Jackson rolls his eyes and spits on the floor at your feet.

“Fuck you, Sheriff.”

Jimin shoves Jackson out the door and follows him out to ensure the man stays well-away from the dance tonight.

Your eyes are downcast when Namjoon returns his glance at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

The sheriff hushes you and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, just as he did before when he found you lying on the ground.

“Now, now,” he whispers as he steps closer. “I don’t want to hear none of that talk. You didn’t do nothin’.”

He slips a finger under your chin and brings your face to peer at his own. The violins change their tune from carefree to a soft ballad.

“Care to dance?” He offers.

You smile and nod after a beat of silence, taking his proffered hand and slipping your other to hold on to his firm shoulder. He looks handsome in his suit, much different from the Wranglers he wears to work. This suit is cream, and feels like fine silk under your fingertips. You wonder if he ordered it from the general store or if he rode his horse to the big city for it. It fits him like a glove and you silently thank the town tailor for his work, allowing you a tease of the man’s brilliant muscles and toned body under his clothing.

Namjoon’s hand slides around your waist—attempting to remain as proper as he can. He doesn’t want to give the town anything to gossip about, but the way your dress and waist feel underneath his palm make him nearly forget all his manners. His mother would kill him if she saw the way he continued to press in close to the woman, hoping to feel her bountiful chest press against his own.

“I’m glad you came,” Namjoon breathes as your feet move in time with his. “I was worried you weren’t gonna show.”

Your cheeks tickle a rosy hue, and Namjoon nearly melts.

“I’m sure you would have found another lucky lady to dance with.”

Namjoon hums as he spins you around, grip tightening on your waist.

“Maybe so,” he agrees. “But they wouldn’t be the girl I was hopin’ to dance with.”

Your throat feels tight.

“And who might that be?”

“The girl I’m dancing with right now.”

Something within you burns like a roaring flame, and you push forward to press your lips to his own. It stuns Namjoon; he doesn’t move until his brain finally catches up and he’s kissing you in return, deep and passionate. He pulls his hand out of yours to wrap around your waist completely, bringing you up to his chest as his tongue prods for entrance at your mouth.

You eagerly accept him, allowing his tongue purchase in the hot cavern of your lips, and you whine needily against him as you feel a bulge grow between his legs.

“Sheriff,” you whisper, pulling away from his lips.

“Namjoon,” he breathes desperately. “Please, call me Namjoon.”

“Okay, Namjoon.” He smiles and dives in to kiss you again when you pull away.

“Please, Namjoon, can we go somewhere else? Papa’s here…”

Your cheeks are red-hot and Namjoon chuckles, glancing around. Your father is busy enough as it is, dancing with the schoolteacher but he nods.

He grabs your hand and tugs you towards the bar, getting Jungkook’s attention.

“You back for that beer?” He asks with a grunt.

“Nah, gimme the key to a room upstairs.”

Jungkook eyes you standing behind the sheriff, bashful.

“Can’t even wait to get her home, now? Ain’t that the rancher’s daughter? He’s right over there! You’re really going to--”

“Jungkook!  The key, please!”

The barkeep rolls his eyes as he digs under the countertop for a large skeleton key and slides it to Namjoon.

“Down the hallway, first door on the left. The presidential suite.”

He winks at the sheriff who rolls his eyes and drags you up the stairs. You pray to any god listening that your father remains distracted with the schoolteacher.

Namjoon unlocks the door and allows you to enter first, giving you a chance to glance around the spacious room. There’s a copper bathtub, a fireplace, and a large feather-bed that looks divine.

“Wow,” you whisper. “Never been in a saloon bedroom before.”

Namjoon chuckles as he sets the heavy key on the dresser, loosening his tie.

Suddenly, you’re nervous. The implications of being here have your hands trembling and body feeling flustered. You’re not the kind of girl who fools around, nor are you the kind to simply open her legs for the first handsome officer who looks her way. You hadn’t even gone all the way with Jackson when you were with him. Now that it’s happening, you wonder if you’ve gotten far too ahead of yourself.

Namjoon notices the look on your face and crosses the floor easily to cup your face between his palms.

“Hey now, why the long face?”

Your eyes peer into his, shame washing over you. You want so badly to lie with the man in bed, in every sense, but you’re terrified.

“I’ve…” you swallow hard. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The sheriff smiles and rubs under your eyes with the pad of his thumb. It’s comforting and having him this close to you makes your body feel like you’re close to the hearth of a fireplace.  Warm, soothed.

“And you don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, little lady. Thought we should just get out of the crowd.”

Your heart feels like it may just beat out of your chest completely. Namjoon is holding you, staring at you like you’re a treasure.  

“I want you, Namjoon. I’ve wanted you my whole damn life.”

Namjoon brings his face right up to yours, lips a mere breath away.

“And I want you.”

You close the space between your lips, finally re-acquainting yourself with his taste and the feel of his plushy mouth against yours. He tastes like hops and sweet mint. Your hands slide down to claw at his sides, gripping the fabric of his coat jacket in your balled-up hands.  

The kiss doesn’t remain chaste for long. You’re soon pushing off his coat, tugging down his suspenders and unbuckling his pants.

“Easy there,” he whispers as your hand tugs at his boxers. “We have all night.”

Inhaling through your nose, you nod. He’s right. There’s no reason to rush into this.  

“Plus,” he adds. “It’s not very fair that I’m nearly stark naked and you’re still in this pretty little number.”

Namjoon kneels down, thick fingers untying the laces of your heeled boot, and holding your ankles stable as he slips them off your feet.

He kisses your soft ankles, presses his lips to your shins and calves as if he’s worshiping you.  He thinks this is better than Sunday service, anyway.

The sheriff stands back up and his fingers move around to the back of your dress, easily finding the zipper and tugging down ever-so-softly. The fabric comes off your shoulders without issue, and soon pools at your bare feet. His eyes are soft as they travel over your body, left in only your silk panties and brassiere.

“There.” He whispers it like a prayer. “You’re so beautiful.”

The tone of his voice makes your body feel like it’s blazing—like the fire of whiskey as it pours down your throat. It burns, but it warms every single inch of you from the inside out.

“Namjoon, I don’t just want you for one night.”

Your anxieties pour out of your mouth with little thought. You wish you could hold back, just enjoy the moment. Your stomach twists and turns as he unbuttons the dress shirt and keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“That’s good,” he nods. “Because I don’t want you for one night, neither.”

Your hands slip onto his bare stomach, pushing the sleeves of his shirt off. His skin is hot, and firm. He feels like a dream. The shirt comes off easily and you gape at the artwork that is his chiseled chest.

“Oh my,” you gasp. Namjoon preens, enjoying your shameless gaze.

“All of this is for you,” he murmurs gently, watching the heated stare pull from his pecs to his eyes.

“M-me?”

He nods again and fingers the strap of your bra.

“I want you to be my girl,” he says. “I want to come home from a hard day and see my lovely little wife in our home. I’ll even get you a horse.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face.

“One that won’t buck me off in the middle of nowhere?”

He nods, slipping the strap down your shoulder.

“And if he does, your strong and handsome husband will be there to rescue you, every time.”

Your tongue soothes over your kiss-swollen lips as you listen to him and allow him to slowly remove your remaining articles of clothing. The bra straps fall off your arms easily and you let him work his hands around your back to undo the clasp.

“I want to make love to you every night,” he breathes. “Maybe get you nice and pregnant with my child.”

Your bra falls to the floor and his warm hands rub at your stomach, where a swell could be.

“Would you still help Papa?” You ask, hazy and dreamily.

“Every day, darlin’. I’d be the best son-in-law. Give him grandbabies to spoil rotten.”

He doesn’t say anymore—he couldn’t if he tried. Your lips are smashing against his and you’re pressing your soft, bare breasts to his firm chest and his mind is actively shutting down. All he can think of is you, your body, your hands, your mouth, and most of all, that sweet cunt. It’s still hidden behind a layer of silk, but he knows it will be the dreamiest place he’ll ever be, and one he doesn’t intend to leave often.

“Will you take me home tonight? To your home?” Your eyes are hopeful as you pull away to question him. Something about it all makes you want to make love to him all night long, in his bed. You want to wake up with him in the morning and cook together, only to get distracted and make love again on the kitchen table.

“I would love to.”

Your hands push down his pants and you’re gasping as his hard cock springs free from the slacks. It’s thick, and it slaps at his stomach once, leaving a smear of slick wetness where it hit.

“Lay down, princess,” he murmurs into your ear, tucking a piece of hair behind. It seems to be his trademark, and it sends shivers down your spine.

You obey wordlessly, laying back onto the bed and resting your head on the fluffy pillows.

Namjoon stands above you and gazes at your form, allows himself to breathe in the vision of you, nearly naked and waiting for him.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers over you, fingers trailing up your soft legs before rubbing at your clothed core. There's a patch of wetness there, and your trembling whimper tells Namjoon you’re just as eager as he is.

He settles himself in between your legs and inhales the scent of your pussy. It smells of fine silk, and of your arousal. You’re embarrassed, he can tell as your legs threaten to close, but he moves his hands to your thighs and holds them down as he licks a fat stripe up your soaked panties.

“Mmm,” he breathes. “Delicious.”

Your legs are trembling now and he flickers his eyes up to yours, gauging your reaction. Your head tips back in bliss, hands cupping your breasts.

“Do you like that, darlin’?” He asks.

Your head tips back down to stare at him, heat shining in your shimmery orbs.

“Is this okay?”  He wants to know you’re just as eager as he is and has no interest in taking advantage.

You nod pathetically, legs spreading open further for him.

“I want you.”

Namjoon lets his fingers run up to the top of your panties and keeps his gaze on yours as he peels them down and off your legs.  They’re drenched, and he whines when he uses two fingers to open your lips further and expose your soaked hole.

“Shit,” he grunts, tentatively kitten licking your sensitive clit.  

It sends radiating static and shock through you. No one’s ever touched you there—no one but yourself on lonely nights with dreams of the handsome sheriff.

Namjoon catches your hitched breath, your shuddering sighs, and continues gently.  His tongue licks tiny stripes up and down your quaking clit and enjoys the way your arousal seeps out of you.  He knows you’re a virgin, knows he needs to take his time to open you up for him.  And he plans on making it an experience you never forget.

“That’s right,” he breathes as he pulls away and licks his lips.  “My girl doing so well.  You like it when I lick your pretty clit?  Does it feel good?”

You nod your agreement and open your mouth to respond, but Namjoon quickly places his lips over the sensitive nub and suckles gently.  Your words turn into a throaty scream, back arching impossibly at the sensation.  

He brings a hand up and teases your slit with a finger as he introduces you to a new world of sexual awakening.  His tongue roves over your clit as he keeps a constant vacuum seal around it with his lips.   Ever so gently, his finger prods past your folds and slips inside the wet heat of your channel.

His cock leaps at the sensation on his finger.  You’re impossibly tight and drooling with juices and Namjoon’s tongue moves from your clit to lap at the slick.   You taste so sweet.   He can’t wait to acquaint himself with every inch of your body, especially the sweet spot here between your thighs.

“Oh! Oh, God!” You scream as your tug at your nipples.  Namjoon can tell by the tightening of your channel you’re near the edge.   He slides another finger in and fucks you gently with them, spreading open your heat ever so slightly so the stretch of his cock isn’t so hard to take.  

“Cum for me, baby,” he coaxes.  “Fall apart for your sheriff.”

Your eyes squeeze shut tight, stomach flexing hard as the band within you coils tighter and tighter until it blissfully snaps and your core is pulsating around his fingers like a grip.

Namjoon groans with your pretty cries of pleasure, watching the way your cunt milks his fingers and drools juice.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers as he gently pulls his fingers from within you.  “You did so well.”

Your blush on your cheeks matches the rosy hue on your chest as you pant—attempting to bring yourself back to earth and right your breathing.

“That—, that was amazing.”

Namjoon presses one solid kiss to your thigh.

“You, my love, are amazing.”

You’re lifting yourself up on your elbows to peer down at him, whining gently for his attention.

“Will you kiss me, Namjoon?”

“I’ve got you all over my lips,” he says but you shake your head.

“Kiss me.”

Namjoon nods and crawls up your body, eagerly pressing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.  It’s intimate, and fiery as much as it is gentle and exploratory.  Namjoon kisses you like he found the girl of his dreams—because he has.

After long, blissful minutes of rolling around in the bed with his lips attached to yours, you pull away and glance at his hardened cock.

“I’ve never,” you swallow as you allow your fingertips to graze the tip.  “I’ve never put one in my mouth before.”

Namjoon’s sensitive glaze over his eyes returns.

“You don’t have to, darlin’.”

“But I want to.  Will you let me know if I do something wrong?”

He nods once, and you adjust him to sit at the head of the bed, back against the headboard while you crawl down between his legs.

You allow yourself a few, long moments to simply stare at his length.  It’s hard, flushed with excitement, and drooling a substance from his head that makes your mouth salivate.  It has a soft, gentle curve to it you can only imagine will feel like heaven inside of you.

“You like it?”  Namjoon asks gently, without pride.  He looks sincere, like your opinion on his cock matters to him.

“I love it.”

You mouth at it gently, before opening wide to accept him in.

“C-careful, darlin’,” Namjoon warns. “It’s big—might not fit in your throat.”

Your eyes simper up at him for a moment, before you continue your plight and accept his length into your mouth.

You take it slow, torturously slow to him.  You take your time to get acquainted with the feeling of his cock filling your mouth before you continue to take more and more until all at once he’s at the back of your throat and your nose is pressed to his toned abdomen.

Namjoon whines out loud, feels his brain turn to mush and his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“Good lord,” he whispers.  Your eyes are watering with tears and your gag reflex protests against the intrusion, so you quickly pull back out.

“Did I do okay?” You ask.

Namjoon’s cock throbs where it sits, right at the tip of your lips.

“You did fucking perfect, baby.”

It’s easy to see the pride flash across your face and you move to accept him all at once but he stops you.

“Don’t hurt yourself, doll.   You can just move your mouth on it.”  He grips the back of your head ever so gently and helps you descend, taking just enough to fill your mouth before he assists you in pulling back out.  “Mmm, yeah, like that. Hollow those cheeks—shit, you’re a natural.”

You preen and bob on his length without the guidance of his hand.   He drops his hands to push the hair from your face and as you work his cock in your mouth with surprising finesse.   A groan builds deep in his chest and he can feel his balls tighten and threaten to empty onto your pretty lips.  But, he can’t have that.

He taps your cheeks gently, forcing you to look back at him.  He nearly cums from the sight alone.  Your big, beautiful eyes staring into his soul as if he’s lasso’d the stars just for you.   Your mouth is full of his cock like it’s your home and Namjoon knows that it’s everywhere he wants you to be.

“I wanna cum inside that sweet pussy of yours, darlin’.”

You pull off with a pop, eyes widening at the sound and Namjoon thinks you look prettiest with a dusty blush across your cheeks—a color that matches the pink of your perky nipples.

“Lay down for me, baby,” he encourages, moving from the spot on the bed and allowing you to rest your pretty head on the down pillow.

He kisses over your neck and breasts sweetly, imprinting his adoration for you with each press of his lips.  He laves over your nipples gently as he situates himself between your thighs.  His hand grasps his cock and lines it up at your entrance, but doesn’t push in yet.  He allows your dripping slick to coat the head of his cock as he warms your body up with his lips.

“You’re the prettiest girl in town.  Hell, even the whole county.”

You whimper gently as he takes a nipple into his mouth and grazes it with his teeth.  

“You wanna be my girl?  You wanna be the Sheriff’s little wife?”

You nod and Namjoon peers up at you, eyes expectant for a verbal answer.

"Please” you whisper.  “I’ve been sweet on you since I first met you, years ago.”

The sheriff licks your nipples gently.

“My pretty wife,” he coos.  “You ready?”

Your legs tremble—a mixture of nerves and excitement as the man lifts himself up and kneels between your parted folds.   His cock feels thick and hot at the entrance of your heated core and you’re gasping for more.

Namjoon presses forward and takes his time as he enters you, knowing the stretch will be new for you.  He leans down to kiss your lips gently as he moves in, hoping the sweetness of the embrace will soften the sting of his cock.

It feels like heaven and hell.  The sting burns you, but it easily simmers down to a low flame of desire, of pleasure.  Namjoon licks into your mouth and you eagerly accept him, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer.   His tongue explores and seeks purchase—you’re loath to deny the handsome officer as you return the actions easily.

He pulls his lips away as he bottoms out inside you, panting.  He needs the stillness, himself.  Your cunt is so tight, so hot and accepting of his hard cock that he feels near the edge of his sanity already.  

“You all right, love?” He asks, eyes checking yours for any signs of trouble.  

The burn quickly ebbs away to nothing more than a slight smolder.  He fills you completely, and it feels like he’s making a home for himself within you—one you’re welcome to him constructing again and again.

“Yes,” your voice is deep and husky.  Your eyes are ablaze with a sudden passionate need for more.  “Please, show me how it’s done, cowboy.”

Namjoon needs no more—he pulls his hips back gently and thrusts back into you with ease.  You’re soaked, and the slide is tight, but slick.  He moans gently as he drops his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin there and to whisper his sweet nothings as he sets a pace.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers.  “God, I’ve dreamed of the way you would feel underneath me.”

Your legs open even further to allow more of him and his pace eagerly picks up speed. The sound of skin slapping on skin soon fills the room and Namjoon continues his litany of love.

“Doin’ so good for me, baby, so fuckin’ good. You’re the perfect little wife for me. This cunt was meant for me, wasn’t it, my sweet?”

Speaking coherently is not a task you can handle now.  Namjoon’s cock is fucking into you with a depth and speed that feels like fucking paradise and all your brain can comprehend are his sweet epithets he whispers to you and the way your core burns and sizzles with need.  You can feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tight, tight, tighter.  You’re nearly at the end.

“I wanna fill you up, my love.” His pace is becoming erratic, with less finesse as he charges towards his own finish line.  “Going to fuck a baby into you, darlin’.  Get you nice and full—fuuuuck, cum for me, please.  Let me feel that hot cunt cum around my cock.”

His words burn your ears with depravity, but it only forces that tight coil even further.  It pulls until it nearly steals all the breath in your lungs as it throws you over the edge.   Your walls pulse and constrict around him, making him whine out loud to match the crying whimpers of your climax.

“That’s my girl, oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

It’s all the warning you get before the hot stripes of his seed plaster your walls, coating each inch of you with a warmth that pools deep inside you.  Your whines silence as he presses his lips to yours while his cock continues to shudder within you.   He kisses you hard, deeper than you’ve ever been kissed before and you hold him so close to you, you fear you may never separate again.  Not that it would be a bad thing.

“Shit,” Namjoon sighs as he finally feels his climax subside.   His cock finishes its weak pulses, and he gently pulls out of your spent hole, watching his seed drool out of you.  

“Mm, I think your little pussy needs to look like this every single night, don’t you?”

You peer down, leaning up on your elbows to watch as his white cum dribbles out of you and onto the feather bed.

“Yes, Sheriff.”  Your smile is coy and sweet, a hint of humor in your worn out voice.

He scurries to the bathroom to get a warm, wet flannel and returns to your legs to clean you carefully.  Your heart feels like it may burst. He cares for you so sweetly, wants you comfortable—wants you to feel loved.

“Take me home, cowboy,” you whisper as he presses his lips to your legs after he finishes cleaning you.  

Namjoon assists you in dressing, kisses all over your bare skin as he laces you back into your dress. You both can’t stop staring at each other, eyes filled with promise and a future full of each other and no one else.

He guides you down the stairs, back towards the dance and you try to fight the blush that blooms on your cheeks.  You’re sure your mused hair tells everyone in the room what you got up to upstairs, and you pray your father has left early.

Namjoon slides the key back to Jungkook once they reach the bar, his other hand tightly laced with your own.  Jungkook gives you both a look, then smirks.

“Your Papa asked your whereabouts,” he muses as he dries a glass with a rag.

His smirk grows wider.

“Told him you were shining the Sheriff's gun. Looks like I was right.”

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

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[luxekook]

the golden boy | jjk

» pairing: phys. ed. teacher!jk x biology teacher!reader » genre: enemies to lovers, smut » summary: the new physical education teacher insulted you the moment you met him, and you’ve given him hell ever since. if only you didn’t think that he was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen and that he was so much fun to play with. » word count: 2.5k » warnings: 18+, cursing, switch!jk, dom!reader, jk says something dumb, sexism, reader is a bad bish, jungkook is whipped, declarations of ownership from kook lol, smut (slight noona kink, oral (f receiving), biting, hair pulling)

» request: @jeonstime​ said: JUNGKOOK + COCKTAIL PLZ

as part of the bangtanhq drinks and drabbles challenge

“And this is Dr. (Y/l/n), the head of our science department and biology teacher. You’ll be working closely with her to create the Sexual Education curriculum,” Principal Kim introduces you to the newly hired P.E. teacher. “(Y/n), this is Jeon Jungkook.”

You nod at this new arrival, extending your palm towards him. Jungkook is attractive as hell, if you’re being honest with yourself. Your eyes flick over the lean muscle of his body and the wide-eyed beauty of his face. It’s too bad you are swearing off men for the time being after a particularly bad first date last week.

“I thought you would be a dude,” He mumbles after a long pause, looking you over in confusion. Your nostrils flare as you rescind your hand before Jungkook can even move to shake it.

“And why is that?” You fold your arms in front of your chest. You have faced incredulity before from a plethora of men - and women - about your chosen career path. Most women and minority groups in STEM fields have. It is part of the reason why you have forgone the route of lab work like a number of your fellow doctoral graduates in favor of high school education. You want your young students to feel empowered to become epidemiologists and astronauts and brain surgeons no matter their gender, their race, their sexual orientation. 

And you want to eradicate the exact kind of reaction that Jungkook is giving you. Your glare is ice cold and absolute as you pin it on him. Kim Namjoon, your principal, is facepalming from beside this new boy and is looking at you with pleading eyes to diffuse the situation. But, fuck that noise.

“I-I don’t know?” Jungkook finally blurts out, running a strong hand through his mess of chocolate brown hair, “I’m sorry, (Y/n).” His cheeks are flushed prettily, and you almost cave. You almost assure this Jungkook that his remark is nothing new. You almost begin to picture tugging him into the hidden closet on the third floor and— You cut off that train of thought. 

“That’s Dr. (Y/l/n) to you, Mr. Jeon,” You turn to leave, pausing briefly to look at the duo of men over your shoulder, “Welcome to Bangtan High School.” With that, you stalk down the corridor. Your heels clicking emphatically as you leave the infuriatingly handsome and ignorant new hire in your dust.

You miss the longing sigh and the heart eyes that Jungkook sends after you. You miss Namjoon placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and saying, “You royally fucked up, kid.” And you miss the way Jungkook scrunches his nose and pouts forlornly, “I know…”

The beginning of the school year arrives the following week. On the first day, you make sure to pick an impeccable first day outfit that screams ‘I’m a fucking badass bitch, and I will end sexism as we know it’. Of course, it’s an impossible task for any outfit to achieve, but your knee length black dress and black Louboutin heels come pretty damn close.

When you enter the doors of the high school at 6:30am, you look ready to kill. And when you lay eyes on Jeon Jungkook exiting the teacher’s lounge with a steaming hot mug of coffee looking like a snack, you think you just might. As soon as you start down the hallway towards him, Jungkook looks up at you and subsequently chokes.

You smirk, maybe you wouldn't have to get your hands dirty after all. “Morning, Jeon,” You sashay past him to enter the lounge he just exited. Unfortunately, he follows.

“G-good morning, Dr. (Y/l/n),” Jungkook says softly from your side as you prepare your own cup of caffeinated bliss, “I wanted to apologize for last week.” 

You face him, eyebrows raised as you wait for him to continue. He blushes under your undivided attention and mumbles, “I’m really sorry. I realize that I sounded like a complete sexist asshole, and that isn’t me. I hope we can start over?”

God, he’s giving you the most adorable puppy-dog eyes you’ve ever seen. His curls are in complete disarray once again with one falling just so perfectly over his forehead. It’s honestly unfair that he looks this good at this infernal hour. Just for that alone, you let him sweat for a few more minutes as you turn back to finish making your coffee.

Finally, you address him, “Apology accepted.” He smiles widely, his eyes gleaming, and he opens his mouth to say something. You can’t have that. You place a finger over his plush lips and move closer to him, “But let me just say this. If you ever, ever say something like that in front of my kids, I will end you.” You grin wickedly up at him as you try to ignore just how good his lips feel under your finger and how much better they would feel on your—

“Good morning, Jungkook! Good morning, (Y/n)!” Vice Principal Kim Seokjin scurries into the teacher’s lounge somehow looking like he just woke up and stepped off the runway at New York Fashion Week simultaneously. “Happy first day of school!”

You pull your hand away from Jungkook’s mouth, grab your coffee, and head towards the door. “Back at you, Jin. Bye, Jeon,” You kick open the door with your heel and shoot them a small smile on your way out.

You miss the way that Jungkook adjusts himself in his low slung track pants. You miss the way Jin shakes his head amusedly after your departure and tells Jungkook, “That one’s a hurricane wrapped in a deceivingly cute package.” And you miss the way Jungkook nods absentmindedly as he licks his lips, ideas forming in his head…

The first weeks of school always fly by for you with new faces to learn, new courses to prepare, new material to deliver. You love every minute that you spent with your students. 

But, you hate every last second that you spend hearing about the amazing new P.E. teacher and how handsome and sweet he is. It seems that everyone, aside from you, is completely whipped for Jungkook. Even your own students bring him up in your classroom, telling you about the new physical fitness regimen he has them on and raving about how cute he is. 

Don’t even get you started on how much you despise seeing Jungkook in the hallways, in the teacher’s lounge, in the cafeteria. He seems to be everywhere you go, almost as if he tracks your location. He even pops his head into your classroom during your free period to say a shy, soft ‘hello, Dr. (Y/l/n)’ that sends you into a feral state each time.

Fuck, what is it about him that makes you go insane? One day last week you had even walked past the gym and had stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of a sweaty Jungkook wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. It had been a whole lot of abs and a whole lot more fuel for your fantasies. 

It absolutely doesn’t help that you constantly catch him staring at you - your body, your legs, your mouth. You had even overheard him ranting to the media teacher Kim Taehyung about how sexy you are when you ignore him, how he wants you to like him, how he longs to please you.

You are at the absolute end of your tether - especially because you and Jungkook are supposed to begin constructing the Sex Ed. curriculum together soon. Just the thought of discussing anything sexual with the boy gives you way too many dirty ideas. You decide that you might as well just rip the bandaid off so to speak, and so the next time you spot that curly head of his wandering past your classroom after school, you gesture for him to come in with your pointer finger.

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he stumbles into your classroom. “Shut the door, please,” You say, getting up from your desk chair. 

“Am I in trouble?” He jokes as he follows your orders. You glare at the tempting expanse of his back, his tapered waist, his tight ass.

And so you cannot resist teasing him. “Hm, do you want to be in trouble with me, Jeon?” You smirk at him as he faces you once again, his throat bobbing as he swallows.

“Maybe,” Jungkook mumbles. He fiddles with one of the rings on his fingers, a nervous habit no doubt. 

You slowly walk towards him, your hips swaying. Stopping inches away from him, you grab his hand to stop his movements, “You’re a restless little boy, aren’t you?” You flip his palm over and place your hand in his, reveling in the size difference. 

“W-what are you doing, Dr. (Y/l/n)?” Jungkook looks at you like he isn’t sure if he should run or kneel at your feet. You hope you can convince him to choose the latter.

You shift closer to him still and bring your mouth to his ear, “I’m playing with you, Jungkook.” 

A whine bubbles up from his throat, “Say my name again. Please. I’ll do anything.”

You drop his hand and step away from him. Moving back to your desk, you prop yourself up on it and cross your legs. Your pencil skirt rides up just enough to show the garters of your tights. Jungkook chokes. You grin.

“I know you will, Jeon,” You continue to smile as he scowls at the use of his last name, “I heard what you said to Tae. You want to please me?”

Rather than be embarrassed like you thought, Jungkook swiftly approaches you and sinks to your feet. How divine. He gazes up at you with a mix of lust and hope, “Yes, more than anything, Dr. (Y/l/n).”

You slowly uncross your legs, giving him a glimpse of the lace that lies underneath your skirt. “Call me (y/n).”

His eyes widen further than you thought possible as he nibbles on his lip, “O-okay, (y/n).”

“Good boy,” You purr, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair. Jungkook leans into your touch, sighing.

Hesitantly, he looks up at you, his pupils blown out, “Can I touch you, (y/n)?”

“I suppose,” The words barely pass your lips before his hands are on you. His touch is tentative at first, running his hands slowly up your calves. He surprises you by placing a soft kiss to the inside of your knee, and for once you’re mad at yourself for wearing your favorite garter set. 

His touch becomes more assured as he moves higher, his fingers digging into your thighs, his mouth placing hot kisses higher and higher. And before he can move his fingers over your panties, you tug his head back with your hand tangled in his hair.

“I don’t think I gave you permission to touch me there, Jungkook,” You frown, feigning disappointment.

His pout is fierce in response, “But, (y/n), you’re so wet. You smell so good. Please let me taste you. Let me make you come. I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Please.” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” You sigh, “I can just call someone else who I already know will make me come hard.”

Jungkook bites your inner thigh, and you moan before you can stop yourself.

“You’re mine,” He glares up at you, “You’re my scary smart noona. Your orgasms belong to me.”

You push him backwards by placing the sole of your heel on his forehead, “And when was this decided? And why was I not consulted?”

“It was decided as soon as you looked at me,” Jungkook says like that should have been common knowledge, “And I didn’t tell you because I thought you would reject me.”

“And you don’t think I’ll still reject you?” You arch an eyebrow.

“No,” Jungkook grins, his hand coming up to grab your ankle, “I think you like me.” He tugs your leg over his shoulder, bringing you closer to him. His gaze flicks between your pussy and your eyes.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re so infuriating. I can’t understand why I like you, but I do. Despite your terrible first impression, your annoyingly cute ass has gotten my attention.”

Jungkook’s grin is blinding, “So you do like me!”

“Against my better judgement,” You sigh, your lips twitching as you can’t help but stare fondly down at the smiling boy between your legs. “Now, are you going to please me, baby? Or just stare?”

Jungkook lunges forward, hitching your thigh further over his shoulder and pushing your underwear to the side. Barely pausing to breathe, his hot mouth is on you, closing over your clit without warning. You hum in pleasure, and Jungkook pauses to grin up at you. 

“So responsive, noona,” The honorific rolling off his tongue, “And you taste so delicious. You’re so wet for me—”

You groan, “Jungkook, for the love of god, shut up and make me come.”

Jungkook sends you one last shit-eating grin before his tongue returns to lick at your pussy, up and down. His mouth finally returns to your clit, sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. 

Your hand once again winds its way into his curls, pushing him harder against you. He moans into your pussy.

The sight of the boy you’ve lusted after and slightly hated for so long being tongue deep in your pussy practically pushes you over the edge already. God, why hadn’t you done this sooner? You think to yourself as Jungkook brings his fingers up to your folds and parts them.

His tongue sinks into you, your hips buck slightly against his face. His other hand comes around to steady you - and to grab your ass. Jungkook’s tongue flicks in and out of you, and you feel the heat building up. 

“Jungkook,” You moan, hand tugging at his hair, “Harder, baby.”

Your words have their desired effect as he replaces his tongue with two of his fingers and places his mouth back on your clit. You moan as his fingers curl inside you, the rings cool to the touch as they brush your walls. You come with a gasp. Jungkook continues to fuck you with his fingers and his mouth, carrying you through your orgasm.

He licks up everything you give him, and when you gently push him off you, he licks his fingers clean. “Well?” Jungkook leans back on his heels, “Are you going to need to call anyone else after I made you come like that?”

“That depends,” You laugh, “Are you going to keep making me come like that?”

Jungkook nods, his gaze dead serious as he says, “(Y/n), noona, you’re never getting rid of me after that.”

“Oh my,” You tease, “Whatever did I get myself into?”

And his answering smile is breathtaking.

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

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[feliix]

Mine ✦ JHS (18+)

✦  Pairing: Werewolf!Hoseok x Reader ✦ Word count: 3.6k ✦  Rating: M  

✦  Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship!au, werewolf!au

✦  Summary: It’s your boyfriend Hoseok’s first time in heat, and as much as you’ve prepared yourself for this moment you’d never expect it to go like this.

✦  Warnings: explicit smut, heat sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dom!hoseok, oral: female receiving, dirty talk, rough sex, impregnation kink, breeding kink, hobi is possessive af, knotting, creampie, marking, blood play, praise kink, aftercare,

✦ Requested by this anon ‘Hoseok x reader werewolf alpha heat with human mate? First time experiencing his heat and his knot?’ this anon: ‘May I request for the drinks and Drabbles, Hobi + cocktail. (Lmfao this is gonna be a lot, you don’t need to do all, whatever you feel inspired by {love you}; dom Hobi, spanking, creampie, fingering, toys, pet names)’ and sweet beanie @jintobean​‘ahem. pls might i order some hot coco hoseok it can have some nsfw idc i just need my heart to burst pls and thank’

✦  A/N: another episode of i try to write a drabble but it turns into a oneshot :)))) tagging my bby @hobiance​ for the much needed encouragement and werewolf hobi love♡ also this is my first actual werewolf smut please be nice and beta read by the wonderful, amazing and life saving @ally-127​

✦ Written for the BHQ Drinks and Drabbles game hosted by @bangtan-dreamland​ 

read part two here 

You had no idea what you were anticipating as you got home from work today. Before you had left Hobi was acting stranger than normal. His temper was short, his motions were labored, and he wasn't himself. It didn’t take long for you to realize something was wrong, and before you had even gone on lunch you received a text from your boyfriend.

Hobi: I don’t want you to be alarmed, but I think I’m in heat

There was no time to think about the next course of action, it was clear what you had to do. The next thing you knew you were in your bosses office, telling her that you were beginning to feel ill and that you’d be taking the rest of the day off.

He could smell that you were home before you had even walked through your front door. Hobi’s senses were mad, higher than he had ever experienced before. 

To put it lightly, you were worried. You had never experienced a werewolf in heat before, only heard about it from the older boys and their girlfriends in passing. But now there was no time to ask questions. Hobi was in heat and you’d have to figure it out together.

Muffled moans traveled throughout the apartment as Hobi ached in pain in your bedroom. Concern immediately flooded your system, not knowing if you should rush over to check on him or take things slow. The groaning only gets louder as you approach the bedroom door, pressing your ear up to the door to try and make out the slur of words coming from his mouth.

“Y/N?” He nearly cries as he senses your presence, the smell of you awakening senses he didn’t even know he had. 

Slowly, you turn the handle of the door to reveal yourself to him.

He’s in pain, lying in a pool of his own sweat as a dewy sheen glistens over his body. The only thing covering him is a pair of cotton underwear. They were the only thing soft and breathable enough that he could stand to have on his body, unlike the other clothes torn into shreds that he ripped off earlier. Hopefully he can hold back from treating yours in the same way – you really like the blouse you have on today.

As you see him curled up on the bed you can’t help but become worried for his current state. His face is scrunched in agony, soft groans leaving his lips between each labored breath. Slowly, you make your way over to him, careful not to move too quickly and startle his instincts.

You can only imagine the pain he's gone through over the past few hours. Knowing he's broken every bone in his body to turn, over and over again. Finally that part was over for now, but the everlasting ache of his muscles is still no match for his oncoming heat.

“It hurts,” he moans as his arms cup his sides roughly, rocking back and forth in attempts to relieve some of the pain. You can feel the heat radiating off his body from a foot away.

Instinctively, your hand reaches out to stroke his arm, the hairs standing up as his body shivers in a cold sweat. And then you notice it. The way his nostrils flare and exhale thickly as his eyes begin to glow an amber and gold hue. Your touch comforted him yet riled him up all at once, his wolf wholly and completely awake now that your skin was on his.

His eyes lock on you intently, a deep message hidden behind in his stare – almost like he was going to swallow you whole. You know what he needed. By the bulge in his pants to the look in his eyes you can tell it's you he wants – the only thing he needs at this moment, and you are ready for it.

You already know what you were getting yourself into when you began dating a wolf. It was only a matter of time before your sex life did a 180, and no, you weren’t entirely sure what to expect but today was the day that you’d finally understand what this was all about.

Like a second wind had taken over him, Hobi sits up in the bed, his posture firm and his muscles straining as he holds himself from grabbing you by the waist and mounting you at that moment. He’s waiting for reassurance from you, holding onto every ounce of strength he has before moving an inch.

And so you reach out to him again, bending at the waist as you place your arms on his shoulders, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m ready,” is all you have to say for him to know, and then he’s scooping you up with his supernatural strength to lay you on the bed.

Without missing a beat, Hobi’s fingers are looping through the sides of your underwear and ripping them down your legs. Surprisingly, you are a lot less nervous than you had expected to be. Maybe because you know how much pain he is in from holding himself back, and all you want is to finally satisfy his wolf that has been eating away at him for so long.

Your sweet scent fills his nostrils as he moves closer to your cunt. Closing his eyes, he basks in your scent – your scent overtaking him stronger than ever before. With deep inhale, he nestles his nose against your core, admiring the way you smelled before extending his tongue to lap at your slit. Immediately, your body jerks in reaction to his touch, the sensitivity of your clit being tested by his quick and frivolous motions.

“Tastes so good,” he mumbles against your inner thigh, making your body jerk at the vibration of his lips. His ministrations are much more impactful than before; this time he's hungry for it, dying to satisfy an itch that was nearly impossible to scratch.

Soon his hands are prying your legs as far apart as they could go, shoving his face into your center and devouring any juices that slipped past your entrance. Even though you had done this a hundred times, it felt different. He was driven by hunger, his actions quick and frivolous to ready you for his length. It was different but it was intentional; his sole purpose backing each and every flick of his tongue.

Moans pass his lips as they wrap around your clit, sucking harshly. Involuntarily your hips buck towards him, unable to control your own actions from the pleasure his mouth is bringing you. You can tell that he likes it by the way his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you down as his tongue flicks past your entrance and into your velvety walls.

A string of curses leave your lips as your body is rendered immobile, unable to move from the way he’s holding your legs to the bed. He’s ravenous – his nose pressing roughly into your clit as his tongue explores your sex. As much as he wants to be gentle he can’t; his wolf sending each of his senses into overdrive with each drip of arousal that lands on his tongue.

He’s moving so quickly that you can’t subdue your quickly approaching high. Any tug at his hair only makes him move faster, bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy at an alarming rate.

“Hobi,” you cry out, “I’m gonna cum if you keep at it like that.”

He doesn’t respond to you with words, only squeezes your thighs to acknowledge you. He’s too busy devouring your pussy to come up for air. Your words only make him move faster and more desperately, your high coming to a peak as he flattens his tongue across your slit. You take a quick glimpse of his amber eyes before he squeezes them shut, feverishly indulging in your release, licking it up as if his life depended on it.

By now a layer of perspiration has coated your body, the silky fabric of your blouse sticking to your skin. But Hobi isn’t done – things are just getting started.

Retreating from his spot between your legs, he sits back on his heels, wiping any left over arousal coating his chin with the back of his hand. He’s still hungry – the squint of his eyes and the determined look on his face told you so. Heat coursed through your veins as you waited for him to make his next move. He was trying to be patient, trying to let you recover for a moment before he got back to business, but you knew what he wanted.

In the interest of time you remove your own shirt, sitting up on the bed to throw the garment to the side and unclip your bra. His hungry eyes take in your nude figure as he moves forward to push you back onto the mattress. Your body relaxes as his lips connect to a sweet spot on your neck, sucking on it harshly, sure to leave a mark for tomorrow.

You arch your back in response as his lips begin to trail down your chest. A line of wet kisses is left behind as he makes his way down to one of your breasts, taking it in his mouth and circling the sensitive bud with his tongue. His teeth brush gently across your nipple, the sensation of his growing canines scraping against it breaking goosebumps against your skin.

Every day since he first turned has been leading up to this moment. Waiting out each passing moment for a sign of carnal instincts to over take him. Over the past few days you’d just brushed off his overly clingy demeanor, assuming it was just him growing into himself as a wolf. His suspicious and on-edge behavior went completely overlooked. You didn’t expect Hobi’s first heat to come on so soon after turning, but alas, here you were.

Hobi’s hands grab a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest pushed flush against the mattress, legs bent and the knees with your ass on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now.

His long digits trace your slit as arousal floods from your entrance, coating your slick on his fingertips. Anticipation pangs at your chest as you wait for his next move. You can only imagine the restraint he is holding onto at this moment. Everything in him wants to drive his hardened member into you, but he knows that your human body is not meant to handle what is coming for you.

Hobi’s eye’s screw shut as he brings a finger up to his mouth, basking in the taste of you. A wanton moan erupts from his lips at the taste – so perfectly sweet he would never be able to get enough.

Dire thoughts rush through your mind as you rest on your elbows, face turned to the side to try and see Hobi out of your peripheral vision. His pupils are completely blown, eyes focused only on your center as his chest heaves in anticipation. He’s sizing you up, wondering if you’d be able to accommodate his new size. It worries him deeply, he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to control himself like he normally could. You needed to do something, say something to help settle the internal warfare consuming his mind.

“I’m ready, Hoseok.”

His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, grasping onto your hips with such pressure that it is sure to leave bruises tomorrow. Sharp fingernails dig into your skin as his tip meets your entrance. It’s fiery and red, inflamed from how hard he is. The precum that leaks from his tip coats your slit, combining with the wetness dripping down your thighs to create a delicious mixture.

One last reassuring squeeze of your side is all he gives before pushing into you ruggedly. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he makes his way into your core, surprised at this new sensation. His size is bigger than you’d ever taken before, so much thicker and longer than his normal length. It’s a lot to take in at once, and he’s trying his best to let you relax as your body adjusts to his size.

“You can move,” you say, lip caught between your teeth as your walls stretch further around him.

With your fists grasping for the sheets, Hobi begins thrusting his hips slowly  into you– holding out a second each time he bottoms out to let you breathe. His nails only dig into your sides further, the only thing giving him a grip onto reality to hold back his animalistic instincts.

Deep grunts leave his mouth as he tries to hold himself back, but he can feel his humanity slipping further and further away with each clench of your pussy.

“Can’t hold back much longer,” he bares his teeth, canines prominent in his bite, “need to breed you now.”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as his words meet your ears. 

You’d never had serious baby talk before let alone tried for one. It was his primal instincts talking, you were sure of it. But even if it wasn't there was no turning back now. He was losing control and he was losing it quickly.

Quickly, his hips snap into yours, his muscles flexing as he holds your body steady, fucking into you deeply. Breath is sucked out of you as his pace increases; stars forming at the back of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, mouth salivating at the increasing pleasure bestowing upon you. His length is a lot to get used to, but the everlasting pressure against your g-spot was making the pain melt away.

Hobi thrusts in and out of your effortlessly, your abundance of arousal coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. With each thrust he bottoms out, and it becomes difficult for you to remain upright. Limbs shaking from pleasure, your elbows begin to give way, landing you flat against the mattress.

Your mouth opens, but the only thing able to escape is a silent scream, too immersed in the feeling of him battering your walls to make a sound. A loud leaves you lips as he pulls you back up, his arms wrapping around your waist to use all his strength to hold you in position. His chest is pressed flush against your back, the heat radiating off his body soothing you as his mouth meets your ear. A quick nip is placed on your earlobe as he catches it between his canines. It doesn’t hurt like you’d expect it too, or maybe you’re too caught up in his throbbing shaft plunging into you to notice if it does.

“Taking me so well.”

His praise quickly soothes your nerves, helping you relax into him as he holds your body close, closer than you had ever felt to him before. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on.

“Hobi I-I’m gonna–”

“I can smell it,” he groans, mouth meeting your neck as he sucks harshly on it. You can feel his canines scraping against your soft skin, itching to break the flesh and claim you. It’s what he’d always wanted – having you here like this just makes it all the more enticing.

A string of cuss words fall from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate.

Feeling your release over him only makes him thrust harder, deeper. It sends him into a full blown frenzy, unable to keep himself from chasing his high. “Smells so sweet, need to make you mine.”

You knew what this means. You knew you already were his, just not in that way yet. He was holding onto every last ounce of strength to stop himself from biting, from sinking his teeth into your precious skin and claiming you as his mate. It was painful for him to keep at it like this, and you didn’t have any second thoughts before saying it.

“Do it, Hoseok,” the words slip between cries, still shaking in the aftermath of your orgasm, “claim me.”

So he does.

His eyes slam shut as his mouth finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his canines sink into your skin. Screams blow past your lips as blood begins to trickle from the wound on your shoulder. Your chest tightens in pain, praying for the awful sensation to but cut short and pleasure to take over. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood.

“Mine.”

Your heart flutters at his claim, having never felt as close to him than you do right now. Firecrackers lit through your veins, the connection between you and Hoseok binding to eternity and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating on thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now, you’re too blissed out from the shock of him claiming you to notice how his cock is beginning to swell inside of you.

Cum shoots out of his member, filling you up to the brim until your abdomen begins to feel heavy and swell. That floating feeling quickly begins to fade as his orgasm keeps coming and coming, no inch of your insides gone untouched by his seed. It seems like it's never going to end, and you can feel the pressure from his release building and building inside of you. Your sensitive walls stretch as his cock expands; knotting to plug you up and make sure none of his cum drips out.

“Hobi,” you whine, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock continues to inflate inside of you, “Hobi it hurts.”

“Its almost over baby,” he comforts you, stroking your hair before guiding you onto your side, laying behind you. After such a rough round, his familiar touch eases your pain. The light kisses he places along your spine lets you sink back into him, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips instead of the balloon sized cock stretching your vagina. Gentle hands trace circles up and down your arms as you listen to the sound of his calming breath. His chest heaves as he tries to come down from the adrenaline rush.

Soft kisses soon turn into small licks running over the length of your back as you lay there, still speared on his cock. Now that his animalistic needs were met, it was all about you.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his lupine senses finding nothing strange with this new method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his wolf was telling him to do then so be it.

As Hobi’s knot begins to subdue he doesn’t let go. His tongue soothes over the spot of his mark, now forming into a dark scar to let everyone know you were his. Its crazy how just one bite felt like it could change the entire dynamic of your relationship. You were his now, and he was yours. Forever.

“Hobi?”

“Mmm,” he mumbles, refraining from letting his mouth leave your skin.

“Did you mean that thing you said,” your lip worries between your teeth before you can finish your question, wondering if he even remembers anything that happened or if his wolf took everything over.

“What thing?”

“The thing about breeding me?” Your eyes slam shut to brace yourself from the answer.

“Yes,” he sighs out nonchalantly, like he isn’t admitting that his intentions were to get you pregnant.

“Yes?”

“You’re my mate, Y/N,” he presses a chaste kiss between your shoulder blades before pulling out. A small whimper leaves your lips at the loss of contact, not sure if you were relieved that he was no longer inside you or not. “Of course I want you to have my pups.”

Butterflies flutter in your tummy as a smile stretches across your face. All you want to do right now is to turn around and kiss him, so you do. His face is just as bright as yours when you meet his eyes. His hair is messy and his skin is shining with perspiration, but he looks beautiful. He welcomes your kiss like he’s been waiting for it all day. Mouth chasing after your lips, capturing them in a quick kiss before pulling away.

It's the first time he’s seen your eyes since you’ve gotten home, and even then he couldn’t appreciate them like he could now. There's a different glow that he didn’t notice before. Maybe it's because he’s bound to you now, willing to do anything and everything for you.

“I love you,” you sigh, pressing your palm to his cheek. He looks so innocent now, the amber in his eyes now faded back to the chocolatey brown color you love so much.

“And I love that you’re mine.”

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[hongcherry]

Strawberry Smoothie, Garden Salad, and Broccoli Cheese Soup with Reuben!

Enlaced || kth

🍽️ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

🍽️ Rating/Genre: PG-13; Angst, enimies2lovers au

🍽️ Warnings: Metaphor to scars that may trigger s*lf h*rm (Anon, message me if this is a trigger, and I’ll repost for you c: )

🍽️ Word count: 1.5k (I really tried to keep this under 1k sigh)

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This was for the BHQ Bistro Drabbles’s.

The second you caught sight of the dark curls entering the bistro, you knew you were in trouble.

You mumbled a half-ass excuse to your coworker before stumbling through the EMPLOYEES ONLY door. Luckily, the break room was empty and you found yourself leaned over the table with your head in your hands.

Maybe you were being overdramatic.

Maybe you shouldn’t be miffed about seeing your ex-best friend. Something about those damn fluffy locks had your heart tripping inside your chest despite your displeasure. Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. There was too much baggage behind closed doors. Taehyung had been your partner in crime since you were toddlers up until a year ago. To say your wounds haven’t turned into scars would be an understatement. They still felt like they were bleeding—fresh and painful. 

The door to the break room opening had your head snap up. You tensed when you realized it was your manager. 

“Yn? It’s not your break time, right? What are you doing here?”

“Stomach aches,” you blurted and moved your arms over your tummy for emphasis. Your manager narrowed her eyes at you, scrutinizing you under her cold gaze. You silently hoped she would take the bait. Unfortunately, she swam away without a second glance at your offering. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied apathetically. “A big wave of customers just came in, though, and we need all hands on deck.”

Although it wasn’t a suggestion, you still hesitated to move. Your manager’s eyes were unwavering. 

“Now, please,” she said sternly. 

The trek back to the dining area was dreadful. It wasn’t far, yet your sluggish steps made it seem further away. 

Taehyung wasn’t difficult to spot. 

He sat at a table to the side, a small smile on his lips as he listened to his friends converse around him. He wasn’t talking, but he was still attentive. Envy rose in your chest as you involuntarily stared at his side profile. 

He enraptured you. 

Even after the heated argument that left you parting ways, he still found a way to weave a string around you. No matter how hard you tugged or sawed at the twine, you always found yourself here,  pondering the what if’s and reshaping the event in your mind. 

“Can you take these to table three?” Your coworker questioned and shoved two plates in your hands. You jumped at the sudden voice, nearly ruining the food displayed. Your coworker sent you a scowl as they examined their precious presentation before leaving you. 

Grudgingly, you shuffled your way to table three. With a faux smile, you set down the plates and asked if they needed anything else. Thankfully, they didn’t. 

Because of your everlasting luck, another waiter blocked your way to home base. Your eyes scanned the quaint bistro quickly, cursing inwardly when you realized the only open path was to past table seven; the same table Taehyung sat at with his friends. You hated the way you wished you were sitting next to him. 

You could wait until your original path cleared, but your worker from before was gesturing for you to pick up another order. With a deep breath, you ducked your chin and began your swift steps. It wasn’t until the faintest of touches grazed your forearm that you halted.

Your wishful thinking that it would be a random customer was shattered when you heard his velvet voice.

“Excuse me, is it possible for us to get more sauce?”

No. 

No, it wasn’t possible to get more sauce. It wasn’t possible to get anything from you.

A hand reached out to gently touch your arm, unwillingly catching your attention.

“Are you o-”

“No, I’m not okay,” you huffed and tore your arm away, feeling that tightness in your chest unraveling. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to register your voice.

“Yn?”

The simple way he murmured your name had you wishing you never met him. Never met Kim Taehyung, who befriended you because you were the loner in kindergarten. Kim Taehyung, who is so even-tempered that he didn’t even raise his voice at you the last time you saw him.

Somehow your gaze shifted to his. You knew that was a mistake the moment the corner of his eyes softened when they found yours. The walls of the bistro were suddenly replaced with his tan ones in his room a year ago.

Your screams echoed in your ears, mixed with his smooth voice trying to calm you. You weren’t listening, however. He was replacing you and gaining everything—popularity, friends, lead roles in musicals. The more he gained, the more you lost. He was no longer your Taehyung, but the Taehyung.

Everyone knew his name.

Everyone wanted to befriend him.

Although you had told him you didn’t want to hear his reassuring words, you did. You wanted him to promise you to spend more time with you. You wanted to be selfish and keep him in your bubble. The nagging voice had told you it was because of your evolving feelings toward him. That was impossible though. You weren’t falling for his stupidly handsome face. You didn’t listen to that voice, either. You simply didn’t want him to leave you behind. But perhaps you pushed too far because instead of telling you he would always be there for you, he told you to leave if you wanted.

Your pride held you back from apologizing weeks later. Instead, you fabricated every reason to loathe him.

The tan walls of his room came tumbling down like an uneven Janga tower, his dark eyes coming back into focus and pulling you from the memory. The order you were supposed to grab was far from your mind as you careened out of the building. A chilly breeze slapped your burning face instantly. You welcomed the cool air despite your short-sleeved shirt.

The pounding of your beating heart concealed the jingling of the door opening.

“Yn,” the deep voice repeated. Startled, you took a step from him and ignored the way the wind ruffled his soft curls. No, you didn’t want to run your fingers through his hair. That would be deranged. Almost as crazy as your urge to wrap your arms around his neck to feel his comforting hold. Would it still be comforting?

Scowling at your thoughts, your eyes widened as you gazed up at him, heart tightening when you realized he did what you wanted him to do a year ago.

He followed you.

When you didn’t respond, he continued, “I think we’re overdue for a talk.”

“We don’t need to talk. We’ve had our talk,” you rambled as you shook your head. When were you going to stop lying to yourself?

You watched as he ran his tongue along his lower lip before he spoke. That damn habit of his.

“You’re telling me that’s past you now?” He asked, humor almost gracing his tone that made you want to shove him on his ass.

“Of course,” you grumbled. For some reason, your grumpy response caused his lips to twitch into a miniature version of his classic boxy smile. It only had you deepening your scowl.

His expression turned solemn quickly. “I wished you didn’t listen to me.”

Your eyebrow furrowed in question.

“When I told you you could leave,” he explained, “I wish you didn’t leave.”

The number of times you opened and closed your mouth probably had you looking like a fish out of water. Taehyung, however, was patient. 

“I-I wish you didn’t replace me,” you replied, voice shaky. He began shaking his head before you could finish your sentence. 

“I was never replacing you, Yn,” he sighed—not out of annoyance but from dejection. “I always came back to you. I wasn’t going to leave you.”

You wanted to argue and claim that was false; however, that would put you in last year’s situation again. Instead, you allowed yourself time to process his words, turning them over in your mind, probing at the statements for cracks. You closed your eyes temporarily as you inhaled deeply. When you opened your eyes again, it felt as if you were looking through a different lens. No longer did you see horns and a pointed tail swishing in the back. If you were to see yourself, you would detect fondness in your eyes.

“You’re looking at me how I look at you,” he chuckled, eyes cat downward to roam your face. His hands softly rubbed at your arms, generating warmth to your goosebump-covered body. Something inside your chest was whirling. You averted your stare from his and settled on the beauty mark on his nose.

“And how do you look at me?” You questioned softly, eyes moving from his button nose to his brown eyes as if this moment would be swept away with the wind if you spoke too loudly. He lowered his head enough for you to feel the tips of his hair brushing against your forehead.

“Like I’m in love with you.”

Time slowed and your breath hitched. You wanted to laugh at how cliche this moment was, but you didn’t care. The racing of your heartbeat increased when he leaned toward you, eyes searching yours in a silent question. Rather than answering verbally, you tilted your chin up—lips ghosting his. Taehyung smiled at the action and pressed his mouth upon yours fully. His hands slid to your waist to pull you closer while yours rested against his firm chest.

Maybe you had fallen for his stupidly handsome face after all.

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[joheun-saram]

Iced Tea, Roasted Salsa, and Clam Chowder~

“What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?”

word count- 876

pairing- nonidol!Hoseok x Reader

rating- PG

genre- fluff

warnings- none! 

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You hated your job. You hated that you were stuck in the middle of nowhere just because your eighteen year old self had thought geology was a fun thing to study. You weren’t that mad at your younger self, sure every time your team completed one of your geological maps it lit a fire within you to make more, but constantly being relocated to various remote places around the country was beginning to take a toll on you.

As you sat alone in the only diner this small town had to offer, you thought about your life last year and how different it had been. You had just completed grad school and had spent the first six months of your job learning, and more importantly, living in the big city. You missed the convenience of going to the seven eleven in the middle of the night to fulfill your kimbap cravings. You missed your friends who you could barely keep up with your busy schedule. You even missed clubbing, something you despised but had grown to love, if only because it let you rile up your boyfriend.

God, you missed your boyfriend. Missed waking up in his arms, and cuddling till your alarms screamed at you to get out of bed. Missed impromptu dates and sneaky PDAs. Nowadays, everything was planned, each moment alone, each phone call. It didn’t help that Hoseok had received a promotion to junior partner at his consulting firm at the same time as your relocation. He was busier than ever and even your video calls were getting shorter as time went on. 

You sighed as you poked at your half-eaten burger, a frown on your face. Deciding to break out your bottle of wine and spend the night binging the new drama on Netflix, you waved to the waitress to get the bill. The cheerful middle-aged woman reached your table with a grin, her strong accent adding an odd trill to her voice as she spoke.

“Don’t worry, hon. It’s all taken care of.”

“What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?” You had to work hard not to let your frown get deeper. You knew this was probably your fifth time in this restaurant this week, but you really didn’t need pity from strangers.

Laughing at your response, the woman picked up your plates, bending down to smile at your mischievously. “You should probably ask that handsome, young man there,” she said as she pointed behind you.

With alarm bells ringing in your head, you gingerly turned around, only to break into what could be most accurately described as a fit of laughter. Sat in the booth in the corner, was none other than Hoseok, dressed outrageously in a black turtleneck, skinny jeans, and a black trenchcoat. On his head, he had a black baseball cap, with sunglasses and a black mask adorning his features. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve guessed he was some sort of idol trying to hide from the paparazzi.

With a jump, you ran towards your boyfriend, who groaned as you all but hurled yourself into his arms. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, removing his mask to see the face you had missed so much. His eyes crinkled as he smiled wide, his lips turning into a heart that made yours accelerate.

“I missed you, and I don’t have to work tomorrow so I thought I’d surprise you.” He chuckled as his grip tightened around your waist in response to your arms tightening around his shoulders. Your heart felt like it would just float out of your chest as you kissed him, enjoying the taste of him after being deprived for so long. He cupped your face as he deepened the kiss, a melodic giddy giggle escaping his lips and onto yours.

“I missed you so much, Hobi,” you whispered when you separated. You felt overwhelmed, the stress of the past week washing through you and presenting in the glassiness of your eyes.

“Aw baby, don’t cry,” Hoseok said softly as his thumb caressed your cheekbone, before leaning in to kiss your worries away again. He kissed you a few times, short forceful kisses in a fast staccato. You couldn’t help the little laugh that bubbled in your chest at his actions, and he smiled brightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m here now and we have the whole weekend together,” he said in between kisses, before realizing the two of you were still in a very public diner and probably putting others off their meals.

Still, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other as Hoseok continued his meal. His arm stayed around your shoulders as he finished his helping of clam chowder, and you nuzzled into his chest, inhaling the clean vanilla scent that never fails to calm you. 

“How was your day?” Hoseok asked as he rubbed little circles into your back, grinning at how you clung to him like a koala.

“So much better now,” you responded, learning up to peck his nose. 

You didn’t need the best job in the world, you didn’t even need to be in a big city, all you needed was to be in Hoseok’s arms to feel at home.

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[ughseoks]

armful | kth

— pairing; werewolf!taehyung x reader

— genre/rating; smut, crack / 18+

— word count; 1.2k

— warnings; squirting, dirty talk, implied oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fisting but it’s the whole goddamn arm, teasing, mentions of knotting, taehyung’s hairy arms <3

— summary; you love taehyung’s hairy werewolf arms-- maybe a little too much.

— written for @bangtan-dreamland’s Drinks & Drabbles Game!

「 masterlist 」

@yolokoo​: TAEHYUNG + COCKTAIL AND PLEASE INCLUDE SOMETHING ABOUT HIS HAIRY AMRS PLEASE

Taehyung pulls away from your core with a smirk, wiping the remnants of your arousal from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. Despite the fact that you just had a mind-blowing orgasm, seeing the look on his face sent tingles down your spine, arousal pooling low in your gut as your boyfriend stares up at you with gold-rimmed eyes.

“I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, shuffling up the bed to press a hungry kiss to your lips, “I could eat you out all day. Can’t get enough of you.”

You know he isn’t lying– after all, he’s done it before. But you have to work early in the morning, and you aren’t planning on staying up all night with your werewolf boyfriend trapped between your thighs because he’s extra horny.

“I know, Tae,” you whisper against his lips and thread your fingers through his hair, “But I’m ready for you. Want you to fill me up.”

A low growl rumbles in Taehyung’s chest as he recaptures your lips in another heated kiss. His sharp canines peek out to nip at your bottom lip– not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp in shock. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring it with so much fervor you’re left breathless.

“You sure you’re ready for my cock, baby?” he asks and allows one of his hands to move slowly down your body, making sure to trace every dip and curve as it moves towards the apex of your thighs.

A small moan falls from your lips when one of his long digits dips into your still-sensitive entrance. “Yes, Tae, I’m ready,” you whine, “Please fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckles at the sound of you begging for him. He relishes in the way you writhe as he slowly sinks his finger in, crooking it slightly. You whine in frustration– the motion is pleasurable, but not nearly enough to bring you another orgasm. You need more.

“M-more, please,” you beg. A cry falls from your lips when he suddenly pushes two additional fingers inside of your entrance. You’re so wet that you barely feel the stretch, pleasure immediately replacing any pain.

Taehyung allows you a few moments to adjust before beginning to thrust his digits into you at a leisurely pace. It only takes a few thrusts for you to begin clenching around him, begging for more stimulation. Even though you’re stuffed with three of his fingers, they just didn’t compare to the length and girth of his supernatural dick.

As if he can sense your dilemma, Taehyung smirks down at you before pushing a fourth finger in alongside the other three, dick twitching when you clench tightly around him. “Do you need more, baby? Are my fingers not enough for you?” You shake your head no and trap your bottom lip between your teeth. “Such a needy girl, taking my fingers so well. But I still don’t think you’re ready for my cock. Need to stretch you out some more first.”

You cry out in protest when Taehyung’s thrusts slow to a stop. He shushes you gently before shuffling back down the bed, pressing a kiss to your stomach as he does so. “Think you can take my whole hand, baby?”

It isn’t a foreign concept to you– you and Taehyung have already done it once or twice, and taking his knot was nearly the same experience– so you agree with only a moment of hesitation. A boxy grin blooms on Taehyung’s face at the sight of you nodding furiously.

Ever so slowly, Taehyung begins to slip his entire fist into you, the burn of your walls stretching around his hand delicious. He moans at the feeling of your tight walls hugging him so closely, and you can’t lie– the sound is addicting. The stretch of your entrance eases once he’s deep enough to reach his wrist, and once he begins to push past that, waves of intense pleasure begin to roll through your body.

You feel so full that it only takes another inch of his arm for you to be thrown into an orgasm. A silent scream escapes your mouth and your walls clamp down around his fist as he murmurs words of encouragement to you, his free hand slipping down to rub gentle circles into your clit in order to ease you through your orgasm.

When the waves of pleasure begin to fade, oversensitivity begins to take its place, a whimper falling from your lips when his touch begins to become too much. “T-too sensitive, Tae,” you push away the finger on your clit and clamp down even tighter on the fist inside of you, “Can’t c-come again.”

“I know you can, baby,” he encourages you and continues to slip his fist in even further, “Just one more orgasm. You’re taking me so well.”

You whine at the cocktail of pleasure and pain that your abused pussy is feeling, but you know that before long, it’ll feel heavenly again. And, if you ever needed to stop, you and Taehyung had a safe word for a reason.

As his fist finally slips in as far as it can go, you clench around him hard, moaning when the oversensitivity finally begins to fade into white-hot pleasure. You can feel every bump and curve of his hand– including the hair on his forearm. You’ve always loved everything about Taehyung, but staring at his hairy arms was your guilty pleasure. Something about them just makes you want to lick.

“Come on, baby,” Taehyung brings his hand back down to rub your clit once again while gently moving the fist currently inside of you, “Let go for me.”

His words sent you over the edge once more, your orgasm hitting you so hard your vision goes white as your back arches off of the bed. Taehyung uses his supernatural strength to hold you down, pressing kisses to your hip bones as you ride out your high on his fist. You don’t even notice the wetness gushing out of you, painting both Taehyung and the sheets beneath you with your arousal.

Once you finally come back down, Taehyung slowly pulls his fist out of you, rushing up to place a gentle kiss on your lips when you wince at the empty feeling left behind. “You did so well for me, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, before laying down beside you. You simply hum in response, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into backwards his chest. His head swoops down to nuzzle the space between your neck and shoulder before placing a few open-mouthed kisses there. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Tae,” you smile, snuggling back into his warmth. The both of you are sweaty and in dire need of a shower, but for now, you’re content lying in each other’s arms.

this was supposed to be full crack and then it turned into a smut so like idk what happened but i hope u enjoyed. thank u kenz for telling me u wanna lick his arms

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between the shelves ⇾ knj. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ slytherin!namjoon x reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ e2l, hogwarts au, pwp, smut, 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ after catching the school’s know-it-all doing his thing in the library, you’re generously offered a chance for some fun too... if you beg that is.

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 1.7k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ dom!namjoon, sub!reader, trying to stay quiet sex, corruption kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, degradtion, a lil humiliation, a lil overstimulation, dirty talk, implied oral (m. receiving), panty eating? (joon shoves your ruined panties in his mouth), panty gagging? (joon uses your panties to keep you quiet), fingering (green nail polish + emerald rings), a lil pussy slapping, squirting, begging, teasing, lowkey filth

@moonmintrails​ ordered: sooo for drinks and drabbles, since my thirst has to be quenched i would like to order: joon + cocktail + do ya thing !!! 😉

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ order up, my luff! hope this quenches yo thirst lol

◖ collab. for @bangtan-dreamland​’s drinks and drabbles event◗

⟶ please note that, despite still attending Hogwarts, all characters are of consenting age

The cartography section is rarely used, thus rarely visited. Hidden in the far right corner of the library, all the scrolls of maps and books on how to chart ocean trails remain unused, unseen by the rest of the school. You thought it was a smart choice to use cartography for your final project since the section is more or less forgotten. You should’ve known that if the idea had come to you, then it also came to the cockiest, smartest student in all of Hogwarts. Many students believe that if he hadn’t been so prideful, so arrogant, he would’ve been a Ravenclaw. Instead, Ravenclaws despise him and his tendency to always, always, be right.

Kim Namjoon stands between the shelves, veiny cock in hand, stroking himself with his dark green polished fingers. He seems to have no regard for being caught, pants around his ankles as he indulges in his horny desires. Why he’s doing this kind of thing in the library is lost on you. Does he want to get caught? Sure, the cartography section is scarcely visited, but it’s a public place nonetheless. 

At first, you thought that you may have mistaken someone else for him, but the moment you saw the glint of his emerald rings, you knew it was him. You didn’t exactly want to watch, but once you saw him it was hard to look away. His cock’s huge, tip thick enough to stretch you well all on it’s own, and quiet sounds sinful enough to get you to pull up your own skirt and push your green panties aside. Your trembling fingers hover over your parted lips as you watch him over the gap between the books and the shelf. 

You should stop. You should tell him you’re watching, but he looks so satisfied and rubbing your clit feels all too good to stop him now. You whimper into your fingers, eyes slightly fluttering shut as you get lost in the pleasure, fingers moving your wetness all over your clit in sloppy, quick motions. You hate to admit this to yourself, but just the thought of having Namjoon’s massive dick rub between your folds might be enough to throw you over the edge.

“Stuff me,” you whisper to yourself. Eyes closed, all you can think about is getting shoved against these shelves and fucked until they all fall. 

“Well, well, well,” he hums to your right. 

Your eyes snap open, hands immediately pulling away from your body as you turn to face him. Fixing your skirt, you stumble back and look between where Namjoon once was and where he stands now. His pants are back up, hard cock hidden from view still staining under his pants. “Um…” you mumble, swallowing thickly. This is ridiculous. He should be the one looking red and humiliated. You caught him first, not the other way around. Yet, here is his, stalking towards you, scanning your shrinking frame. 

“What’s wrong, kitty?” 

You glare at him, earning a dark chuckle. Every part of you loathes that nickname… well, almost every part of you. Even before catching him in such a damning state, your pussy would always clench every time he’d use that nickname. You once asked him why he insisted on calling you that. He simply told you that you remind him of a kitten; innocent and cute. Looking into his eyes now, you can finally see the use of the name for what it really is: a way to exert his dominance over you.

“I saw you first,” you blurt out as your back meets the stone wall. 

Namjoon smirks. “Oh?” he hums. “And that was enough for your skirt to go up?”

“N-no.”

He holds your chin, grinning enough to just display his dimples. He brushes his nose against yours, your eyes instantly fluttering shut as if preparing yourself for a kiss. “Are you lying to me, kitty?” he asks, hovering his lips over yours. He’s so close, chest against yours, warm breath fanning your face. 

Quietly whining against him, you shake your head. 

Namjoon sighs, tightening his grip on your chin. “You’re usually a good girl, so I’ll give you another chance to tell me the truth,” he whispers, pecking the corner of your mouth. 

That act alone is enough to coax you into telling him the truth. “Yes, Joon,” you mutter, meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to watch.”

“What about touching yourself? Did you mean to do that?”

Silence. 

He tuts, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t want to answer that? Fine.” Letting go of your chin, his hands find their new place on your hips. He pressed himself flush against you, pecking your chin to tease a kiss. “Answer me this instead. How badly do you want me to stuff you?”

You gasp, eyes widening as he chuckles. He heard? “Namjoon, I’m really sorry,” you repeat, shifty eyes looking for a way out of this. You squirm in his hold, lost between wanting his cock to further press against you and to get out of his grasp. 

“There’s no need to apologize, kitty,” he reassures. You cease your movements as he continues. “You can get stuffed all you want. Just gotta ask.” 

Your breath hitches as his hands shift down to your ass, grabbing handfuls of each cheek like they belong to him. Biting your lip, you swallow your moans and grip onto his shoulders. He massages your cheeks, drawing quiet mewls out of you. “Stuff me?” you ask in a whisper, closing your eyes to save yourself the humiliation. 

Namjoon tsks, digging his nails into your skin. “Where are your manners, kitty? You saw me jack off once and suddenly you're a selfish little slut? You can’t demand things from me, kitty. Ask nicely.”

“Please,” you begrudgingly add. 

He chuckles darkly, sliding his hands to your thighs and lifting your skirt. After pulling your panties down and taking them, he shoves the wettest part into his mouth, quietly moaning at how desperate you taste. 

The action has you pressing your thighs together, mewling for some sort of friction already. Namjoon seems to be having too much fun teasing you, his thumbs pulling your thighs apart only to spread your folds. The cool air of the library hits your throbbing clit. You shudder in your place between Namjoon’s hold and the wall. As his fingers begin to finally rub your bundle of nerves, spreading your pooled juices all over your pussy, you moan loudly.

He hisses and takes out your panties from his mouth, shoving them into yours instead to silence your moans. “You want the whole school to find us?” he questions, voice dripping with authority. Noticing your eyes darken, Namjoon rasps a dark moan, dragging his fingers to your entrance instead. “Mm, so you want everyone to know how much of a fucking whore you are? Want’em all to see me ruin you with just my fingers, kitty?”

You nod quickly, whining around your panties as he continues to tease your tight hole. Hoping to finally get him to shove his fingers in, you buckle your hips into his hand. It only earns you a sharp slap against your pussy. Your eyes roll back, body jolting against his. 

Namjoon rubs the sensitive flesh, resting his lips by your ear to whisper, “you’re going to learn to ask for things, from now on.” 

The rasp of his voice makes you melt into his body, knees weakening as you start to find it increasingly hard to stand. “Let’s try that, again, hmm?” he questions, taking the panties out of your mouth momentarily. 

“Please, please, Joon. Won’t you just please stuff me? I don’t kn-” 

He shoves the panties back into your mouth, silencing the rest of your pleads. Slowly, he stuffs his long fingers, rings and all, into your pussy. The cold jewels of his rings instantly have your back arching, breasts pushing against his chest. He scissors his fingers in you, watching your furrow your brows and angrily moan into the wet, silk fabric. 

Namjoon bites his lip, holding back his chuckles. “You said to stuff you, kitty. Never specified with what.” 

You can’t believe he spotted a loophole, but should’ve seen it coming. Namjoon is a know-it-all through and through. No matter how big his dick is, how hot he looks, or how fucking good his fingers feel, thrusting in and out of you in speeds you’ve never experienced before, you’ll never forget that you hate him and his sexy face. 

Hooking one of your legs around his waist, Namjoon reaches new depths with his fingers. His pace gets brutal, shoving his fingers in and out of you harshly. Your body spasms uncontrollably and your eyes rolling back as you feel yourself get closer and closer to the edge. He hesitates one of his motions as if about to pull out of you but deciding against it. You’re extremely grateful for whatever it was that changed his mind. 

Trailing the edge of your oragsm, wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head against his broad shoulders. Namjoon wraps his free hand around your waist, holding onto you tightly like he knows you’re about to lose all your strength from the orgasm that’s creeping up on you. 

“You gonn-”

Your high pitched squeal cuts him off, pussy gushing all over his fingers. He curses under his breath, pulling his fingers out to rub your clit the moment he feels the rush of your juices. Squirting all you have to offer him, you almost fall to your knees. Namjoon quickly moves his hand to your ass to hold you back up, not missing a beat on your pussy. Wave after wave of your juices splatters all over his pants and shoes, staining him with your horny scent. 

“What a fucking mess,” he hisses against the shell of your ear. “You’re such a fucking mess.”

Tremors run through your body as he slowly drags his middle finger between your folds. Whining, you push his hand away from you, holding it to keep him from continuing to overstimulate you. “I just need a minute,” you mutter after pulling your panties out of your mouth. 

He raises a brow, tilting your chin up to meet his impressed gaze. “Mmm, you haven’t had enough yet?” 

You shake your head, offering a shy smile. 

“Good,” he hisses. “On your knees.”

Between the shelves, you fall to your knees. The floor is wet with your orgasm, but you couldn’t care less, fingers fumbling with his zipper. 

“Open up, kitty.”

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[shuadotcom]

Convention Crush | KNJ

➛ Summary: You’re spending your first anime convention alone, in one half of a couple’s cosplay, until you meet a new group of friends and your other fictional half. ➛ Pairing: Namjoon x Gender Neutral!Reader ➛ Genre: Fluff, slice of life ➛ Rating: PG ➛ Warnings: Like two curse words but nothing else ➛ Word Count: 1.7k ➛ A/N: For BHQ’s Anime Club Event! Thank you @nightowls388​ for the prompts! 💚

nightowls388 said: Carese darling!! May I has Namjoon in spirited away with dialogue prompt 10 please :D

The hotel is loud and bustling with life as you walk through the doors. A group of teenagers dressed as various Naruto characters runs past you, arms back and backs bent in classic “Naruto run” stance. You weave through a group of My Hero Academia cosplayers to the registration table to get your convention pass.

Once the lanyard is around your neck, you beeline for the hotel’s attached Starbucks. You’ll need the caffeine if you want to survive your first anime convention alone. You’re supposed to be here with your best friend, but Jungkook decided to catch the flu two days ago. The four-day pass was non-refundable, and you weren’t about to lose out on $70 that you barely had to begin with. So, here you are, alone in a sea of over-excited cosplayers and exhausted parents, in one half of a couple’s costume, not even sure where to begin.

“Hi!” A group of teenagers dressed in various Studio Ghibli cosplays approaches you as you head to the escalator for the main convention floor. “You’re Chihiro, right?” A girl dressed as Princess Mononoke asks, gesturing to your pink bathhouse uniform.

“I am.” You offer a nervous smile, unsure where this is going.

“Can we take a picture with you?! We don’t have anyone from Spirited Away in our group!”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” They all crowd around you, squishing you between a Howl and a Kiki as they get a passerby to take a picture of you all. As soon as the camera shutter goes off a few times, they all thank you in a rush and are gone just as quickly, sprinting up the escalator and disappearing into the crowd.

Still reeling from how fast-paced the interaction was, you finally step onto the escalator and fish the convention schedule from your backpack to scan the upcoming events. An ask the cast panel for Demon Slayer could be interesting, not that you’re sure what that consists of, but that’s one of your favorite anime and you have to start somewhere.

Too absorbed in the schedule, you don’t notice the group of men crossing in front of you at the same time you step off the escalator until you bump into one of them, dropping the pamphlet.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you reach down to grab the dropped paper, luckily still clutching your coffee safely to your chest.

“No problem, I got it,” One of the men bends at the same time as you and picks your pamphlet up. It’s not until you really look at him that you notice the black bob wig, blue pants, and white Haori.

“Oh! You’re Haku!”

He flashes you a dimpled smile as he takes in your outfit. “And you’re Chihiro. What are the odds.” You share a laugh, both of your hands grasping either side of the pamphlet longer than is probably necessary.

“Ahem.” A throat clear next to you has you both snapping out of the moment you share, remembering the other people he’s with. You make eye contact with a grey-haired man wearing the signature volleyball costume from Haikyuu. Checking the number on his jersey, you deduce he’s dressed as Sugawara. “This is a super cute moment and all, but the AMV contest starts in like fifteen minutes, and we need to get good seats. You can come with us if you want.” He proposes the last part to you.

“Ah, well I was going to go to an ask the cast panel.” Haku, Sugawara, and the other two men with them dressed as Ash Ketchum and Eren Yeager all give you the same pointed look.

“Is this your first anime convention?” Haku asks.

“Yes...how did you know?”

“No one who comes to these things often would ever put themselves through an ask the cast panel. It’s just a bunch of high schoolers being loud and obnoxious, pretending to be the characters. Total shit show.” Sugawara says matter of factly. “Were your friends really gonna have you suffer through that?”

“I’m actually here alone.” The four of them share a look before Haku turns back to you.

“That means you have to hang out with us. We can’t let you fall into any first-timer traps.” He shoots you another smile that’s all dimples, and you feel your pulse quicken. Even under the wig, he’s the most attractive man you’ve seen all day. Maybe even all your life.

“Okay.” You may have just met these men, but you don’t have any internal alarm bells going off about spending time with them. Your possible blooming crush on Haku aside, you don’t feel any negative vibes.

“Now that that’s settled let’s go! I’m not sitting in the back of the room for the contest!” Sugawara takes the lead as you all fall in line and follow him to one of the main meeting rooms.

As the day wears on, you’re more than happy that you decided to spend your time with your new friends instead of wandering alone, letting the four of them take you to various panels that they deem worthy of your time. Haku, whom you now know as Namjoon, is nothing but sweet to you all day. He explains that he and his friends have been going to anime conventions since high school, and now that they’re all seasoned college students, they still make it a point to attend. He mentions that he’s dressed as Haku because Jin, his roommate who’s the most handsome Erin Yeager you’ve witnessed at the convention, was supposed to be Chihiro but backed out last minute for the “cooler” cosplay instead.

Sugawara, who you find out is named Yoongi, is roommates with the fourth member of the quartet, Hoseok, dressed as a very compelling Ash Ketchum. When you compliment him, he flashes you the biggest, sunniest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. After the AMV contest, they take you to a History of Horror in Manga discussion, much to Hoseok’s constant complaints. Around lunchtime, the five of you leave the hotel and cross the street to look for food. After Jin and Hoseok argue over sushi versus burgers they ultimately have you choose. You opt for chicken, much to everyone’s delight.

Out of everyone, you find yourself talking more one on one to Namjoon, finding out you have quite a few things in common. You both share a love for music and nature and are plant parents, although you tend to kill more plants than keep them alive. Namjoon promises he’ll give you tips on keeping your plant babies alive and grins at you for what feels like the fiftieth time of the day. Each time, your stomach does somersaults, and you feel your skin heat up.

At the end of the night, as you’re all leaving the 18+ Bad Fanfiction Reading panel, you almost don’t want to part ways.

“We can’t let you leave without getting your number!” Jin shoves his phone into your hands, demanding you put your digits in. The other men do the same, with Namjoon being last, hand shaking as he presents his phone. A series of four beeps come through on your phone, signifying the text messages from the group.

All of you are staying upstairs in the hotel rooms, so together, you head for the guest-only elevators as Yoongi announces the panels and events he’s planning for you all to go to tomorrow. Hoseok makes it a point to say that you’re included and that you’re now friends, therefore you have no choice but to spend the rest of the convention with them. Of course, you don’t object and agree to meet them downstairs tomorrow morning.

Your room is on the 8th floor, while their rooms are on the 10th, so you reach your floor first. Preparing to say your goodbyes for the night, you step out of the elevator and send a wave, but before the doors close, Namjoon is shoved out beside you.

“Joon will walk you to your room!” Hoseok calls as the doors close.

“Yeah, we’ll see you in a few, Namjoon!” Yoongi adds, then the doors are shut, and the elevator keeps going up.

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, please lead the way. I’ll make sure you get to your room, okay.”

Feeling nervous yourself, you simply nod as he follows you the short distance to your room.

“This is me,” you move to the door, and you both stop in front of it. Seconds tick by with the two of you staring at one another while you try and come up with something to say.

“Today was great,” Namjoon says at the same time you do, making both of you chuckle. “Sorry, go ahead first.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me along with you all today. I had a lot of fun and didn’t think I could’ve done so if I was by myself.”

“Really?” Namjoon says, looking surprised. “I thought we would’ve been a little too high energy for you. You really had a good time? Today made you happy?”

“Yes. I am happy. Because I was able to meet someone like you.” You blurt the latter part out and watch as his eyes widen and a dark shade of red blossoms over his cheeks.

“I, uh, I’m glad you feel that way. I’m really happy I was able to meet someone like you too.” Namjoon’s eyes dart down to your lips momentarily before he lets out a cough. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Make sure to meet us downstairs at ten on the dot. If you’re late, Jin will probably nag you for the rest of the convention.” He hesitates momentarily, then reaches out to pull you into a hug. You instantly melt in his hold, inhaling the warm cinnamon scent of whatever Namjoon’s got on.

Your grip on his waist tightens at the same time his arms around your shoulders do. You’re not sure who pulls away first, but reluctantly, you do release each other. Namjoon gives you another goodbye, and then he’s shuffling down the hallway and back towards the elevator.

Once he’s around the corner, you let yourself into your room, his scent still in your nose, and the feeling of his toned arms around you still lingering. How you managed to run into a great group of friends on the first day, you don’t know, but you’re not about to question it. The only thing you worry about is how you can make your cosplay planned for day two as cute as possible, now that you’ve got someone to impress.

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[jinterlude]

Grow a Pear

—Requested by @shadowsremedy: Seokjin + Kuroko’s Basketball + School Gym as part of @bangtan-headquarters​ Bangtan Anime Club Drabble Event!

—Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (Female OC) [feat. Seungcheol from SVT]

—Genre(s): Humor, Slight-Angst, & Slight-Fluff

—AUs/Tropes: Anime-verse, Kuroko’s Basketball!AU, High School!AU, Basketball Player!Seokjin, Basketball Club Manager!Reader, Opposites Attract Trope

—Warning(s) & Rating: Swearing, Reader threatening bodily harm onto Seokjin, Shameless flirting, & Jealousy from an old middle school rival / PG-15

—Word Count: 1.6K

—Summary: In which news of playing against a certain team sparks a rather interesting memory...

—A/N: This drabble is based on episodes 52 & 53 of KnB, but you do not have to watch the series to understand this story’s overall premise! It is also inspired by Kesha’s song “Grow a Pear” (hence the title LOL) because I immediately think of Kise’s character. Since Seokjin reminds me of that 2D pretty boy, I decided to write a fun story! 

“Hey, ___!” 

A faint hum exits your lips as your eyes remain fixated on your player statistics book. You flip between a few pages with the gears in your brain working in overdrive, almost forgetting for a split moment that Kaijo’s basketball captain asked for your attention. 

“Yes, Sungwon?” You reply, closing the book and tucking it underneath your arm. 

Pursing his lips, Sungwon strides over to you, leaning against the stage inside the gym. Don’t you love playing inside an auditorium? 

“So…” He begins but grows silent. How on Earth is he supposed to ask you to be the sacrificial lamb? How will he tell you that you’ve been chosen to say the team’s resident narcissist yet talented prodigy that Kaijo will play against Fukuda Sugo? Specifically, they’re playing against a certain someone with a rather colorful history with yourself and said prodigy. 

Tiny creases form on your forehead as your brows knit together. You know that carefree look anywhere. More often than not, you become chosen to do a specific task that no other teammate wants to do—talking to Kim Seokjin. 

“Now, before you say no—”

“Nope.”  

“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” 

“Doesn’t matter. My answer is still the same. No.” 

With that, you turn on your heel, and not even a few steps in, you bump into the one person you don’t want to see. 

“Princess!”

And to think…

You were having such a fantastic day…

“What do you want, Seokjin?” You question, grabbing the statistics book from your underarm and flipping it open to some random page. You already have the data mesmerized like the back of your hand. You just want to appear busy in front of the arrogant pretty boy. 

“Well, besides you finally acknowledging that you’re my girlfriend? A little bird told me that we’re playing against his team in the Quarterfinals,” Seokjin replies, his tone dropping near the end. This serious expression slowly takes over his handsome features, almost sending shivers down your spine. 

If looks can kill, then Seokjin is guilty of murder in the first degree...

Thank God he chose to attend a different school. Who knows what will happen if two people who absolutely despise each other play on the same team. 

“Remind me to thank Namjoon for that…” You mutter, slightly shaking your head as you slowly draw in your breath. Then, a force, light chuckle escapes your lips, personally finding it rather humorous of the current situation. 

“Anyway, so how are you feeling about playing against the dude who has a thing for your sloppy seconds?” You tease, attempting to lighten up the situation. 

Seokjin’s brow perks up, “Sloppy seconds?” he repeats, a tiny grin form on his handsome face. 

You nod, “Well yeah...I mean, he did steal your ex-girlfriend from you.” 

In response, the arrogant basketball player hums. However, this exciting gleam enters the corners of his eyes. 

What is he thinking now? 

Suddenly, he turns to you, his gaze piercing into yours with this unexplainable emotion glazing over his eyes. 

“Oh? I mean, he did come close to stealing you away from me that one day.” He states as this bright smile dances across his gorgeous face. 

For a split second, your cheeks become hot. Your heart practically drums against your chest. Shit. Even your palms clam up, sticking to the cover of the player statistics book. 

What is this feeling? 

Then, it dawns on you. This nervousness is the same emotion you felt when you comforted Seokjin that fateful day—well, supported him in your own unique way…

Tapping your pencil against your chin, a soft growl emits from your lips as you try to figure out the best course of action. The Captain, Kim Namjoon, previously asked you to develop a plan to preserve the Generation of Miracle’s stamina, specifically when using their rather unique talents. At first, you thought Namjoon was flat out insane for asking such a request. Like, you’d have to take into account their height and weight difference. Oh! You couldn’t forget that you also keep in mind their current talent levels. All while these calculations occur during an official game with another team.

Yeah...

Namjoon might as well tell you to put on a fucking jersey while he’s at it. 

Rubbing the sides of your forehead, you can’t help but let out a long, harsh breath as this throbbing sensation enters the left side of your head. 

“Hey, manager ___.” You hear a familiar voice, interrupting your rather irritating calculations. You look up from the tiny pile of scattered papers containing player statistics. However, you don’t bother spouting words towards the overly cocky player. Instead, you merely hum in response, unknowingly irking the basketball player. 

Plastering on a smug grin, the person leans against the stage, quickly glancing at what you’re doing. 

“So, is that the special project Namjoon asked you to do for him?” The arrogant male student asks. 

“Yep, and shouldn’t you be practicing Seungcheol?” You question back, raising a brow. 

Seungcheol scoffs lightly, “Why? I mean, I already earned a permanent spot on the regular team, so…” He trails on, chuckling to himself. He finds the mere thought of his spot being taken away quite humorous. 

You mentally roll your eyes. God, you don’t know who’s the bigger arrogant fool. Him or—

“Yo, Seokjin!” shouts Jungkook, running up to the new recruit. 

Ah, Kim Seokjin. He recently joined the basketball club just a few months ago. He’s already showing promise despite being a second-year student. Shit. Seokjin’s talents have rapidly progressed to the point that Namjoon took notice of him and was promoted to first-string just last week. 

Yet, you can’t quite put your finger on it, but something is holding Seokjin back. 

But what? 

Before you become entirely lost in your thoughts, you hear Seungcheol’s arrogant voice taunt Seokjin. 

Oh, great…

You swiftly stand up from your seat and rush over to the argumentative duo. But as you draw near to the quarrelsome pair, you instantly halt. What is this intense atmosphere lingering in the air? 

And why do you suddenly feel something other than agitation towards Seokjin? 

“W-what did you say?” 

“You heard me, Kim Seokjin. Whoever wins our 1v1 match earns the right to call ___ his girlfriend.” 

“Hold on. You can’t just call dibs on ___!” shouts Jungkook in complete and utter shock. 

Instantly slapping yourself back, in reality, you snatch a basketball from an innocent player and roughly throw it at Seungcheol, anger visible all over your face. 

Sadly for you, the annoying prick catches it with ease, smirking at you. 

“What’s the matter, babe? You don’t believe that I can put Seokjin in his place?” He coos, further taunting Seokjin. What sets the handsome prodigy over the edge is when Seungcheol abruptly pulls you against his chest, dropping the basketball in the process. His cheek brushes against yours, making you want to gag. 

Just as you’re about to violently elbow him in the stomach, Seokjin shoves Seungcheol away before forcefully throwing the discarded ball at him. 

“You start.” 

“This should be fun.” 

But it was just the opposite... 

It was a complete slaughter with Seokjin on his hands and knees, panting and sweating profusely. His eyes widened from the shock of his defeat. 

Not only has he lost horribly against Seungcheol, but he also lost you—or so he believes. 

“So, how about that date, baby girl? After all, you’re now my girlfriend.” Seungcheol asks, making sure that Seokjin can hear him. 

“Yeah, I don’t date dudes who have a thing for other fellas’ sloppy seconds.” You bluntly state, turning towards Yoongi and Jungkook, “I mean, first it was Yerin, right? The one that was going around the entire fucking school saying that she was Seokjin’s girlfriend. Oh, I feel sorry for her since it was just last week, you were chasing after her, and now you’re after me.” You say, clicking your tongue in fake disappointment. 

Seungcheol’s arrogant smile vanishes and is now replaced with a scowl. 

“Let me ask you this, why are you obsessed with Seokjin’s sloppy seconds? Like there are a million girls in this damn school who, oddly enough, would love to be your arm candy. Yet you go after the ones that either show interest in Seokjin or who Seokjin’s interested in. Like, dude. Stop. It’s honestly creepy to the point that I firmly believe you have a weird obsession with him.” You finish as you walk over to Seokjin, offering him a helping hand. 

Seokjin faintly smiles, grabbing your hand, as he pulls himself up. Soon, his smile becomes bright. His sweet smile almost blinds you—and makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I knew you had a soft spot for me, ___.” 

“Don’t push it, Jinnie boy.” 

Softly shaking your head, you playfully shove Seokjin, snapping him out of his thoughts. You then jump down from the stage, having popped yourself up there moments earlier. 

“Well, all I have to say is that Seungcheol better watch out. He hasn’t seen your ‘Perfect Copy’ in action yet.” You warmly smile as you make your way towards the exit but soon halt. You glance over your shoulder, maintaining that sweet smile, and say,

“Besides, he’s no match for you with your girlfriend cheering you on from the bench.”

“Right…” He mumbles, totally ignoring your words. Then, it hits him as if someone doused him with cold water. 

“Wait! Did you just call yourself my girlfriend?!!” Seokjin hollers, chasing after you. 

“I don’t know. Win tomorrow’s match, and I’ll let you know.”

“Oh, that’s cruel, princess…”

Grow a Pear is copyright 2021 by jinterlude, all rights reserved.

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[hongism]

risky - p.jimin 18+

➻ pairing: jimin x reader

➻ wc: 2.3k im so sorry

➻ genre: fluffy crackhead flirting n smut

➻ rating: nsfw

➻ warnings: public fingering, fingering with rings on, risque~, alcohol involved

➻ summary: you meet jimin in a bar and try to hit on him. it doesn’t end how you thought it would.

➻ @yolokoo​ asked:

“HEOLO CALYSPOA I WOULD LIKE JIMIN AND COCK(tail) AND HOT COCHOLCATE PLEASE MISS”

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➻ @jintobean​ asked:

“hewwo mIGHT I HAVE SOME WINE AND VODKA FOR mishter jimin where y/n is hitting on him but he’s clueless and thinks y/n is a waiter or something absurd and somehow he ends up liking her and complains that she never made a move. ILY THANK YOU”

➻ a/n: y’all im so sorry idek what happened i have nothing to say for myself tbh

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“Hey, come here often?” You greet with a surprising amount of confidence exuding from your figure. You place one hand on the table, leaning over to look at the man with peach-colored hair. His features are even more stunning up close like this, and you cannot believe that your friend convinced you to do this. You blame the alcohol current running through your system; liquid confidence as some would call it. You have to agree with that statement now, because if you were one hundred percent sober you never would have walked over to this table in the first place.

“O-Oh, not really,” the man stutters in response. A pretty blush paints his round cheeks, a rosy hue that glimmers under the bar’s yellow lights. A wave of arousal rushes to your core just from the sight of the man blushing, and you again blame the damn alcohol in your system.

“That’s such a shame. I was hoping you could show me around some.” You pout and pull your arm off the table to glance at his tablemates. There are two other men with him, although they are far too preoccupied with the drinks in front of them to notice you. The pretty boy laughs, a nervous sound that dies in the din of the bar within moments.

“Co-Could I get some water?” He inquires. “Maybe?”

You don’t know what you’re doing when you say yes. You don’t work here. Hell, you’ve never even been here before. You aren’t wearing any sort of uniform either, but the man must be too tipsy himself to realize that fact. So, in your tipsy state, you agree and spin on your heel to head back to the bar for his requested water.

“Two waters please, bartender,” you request once you reach the wood. Part of you hopes that the man is watching your backside as you move. A one-night stand with the likes of a man that attractive is far too tantalizing for you to pass up, and you can only hope that he feels the same way about you. The bartender passes the drinks your way, and you snatch them up with a bright smile. As you walk back over to the peach haired man, you shoot a wink over to where your friends sit, watching from a distance as you shoot your shot.

“T-Thank you,” the man says as you place one of the waters in front of him.

“Can I join you?” You ask all of a sudden, motioning towards the empty space beside him. The man blinks up at you, and confusion shines clearly on his features. You don’t give him much opportunity to stay confused because you slide across the booth to be beside him. “I’m Y/N, and you are?”

“Oh, uh, Jimin. Park Jimin. Do you – I-I’m sorry, but do you work here?”

“Do I…” You trail off. It’s your turn to be confused and you aren’t sure how this miscommunication started when all you did was try to flirt with the man. “What? No. Uh, it’s my first time ever coming here.”

“Oh! Damn, I-I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, no! It’s totally okay. I’ve been mistaken for worse things than waitress.” You wink as you say the words, and Jimin’s eyes widen as your implications shine through.

“Ah, well, I understand that feeling. Sometimes they aren’t far from the truth though.” Jimin’s words slur a little as he guzzles some water. You watch his Adam’s Apple bop as he swallows, almost wanting to reach out and drag your fingers over the small bulge. You resist thankfully; it would be a terribly strange thing to do especially when he has two friends sitting directly across the table.

“What do you mean?” You ask instead, trying to divert the conversation so that you don’t have to think about touching his milky white skin.

“I’m a male stripper,” Jimin says as though it’s the most casual thing in the world. You choke on air at first then try to recover by gulping down some water, only to choke on that as well. Jimin glances over at you, concern shining clearly in his eyes. “A-Are you okay?” He reaches out to touch your shoulder, fingers meeting bare skin, and it’s like a thousand little jolts of electricity shoot through your whole body. You recover from the coughing fit to stare at him in wonder.

“You – you’re a stripper? I…wow, I never would’ve guessed.”

Jimin all but cackles upon hearing your words. “What on earth makes you say that?”

You flush as his gaze falls over you, a sudden heat to his eyes that has you melting already.

“Y-You just seem… you seem a bit shy.” All the confidence you had earlier dissipates, blown away in the wind by Jimin’s newly revealed nature. His full lips curl into a smirk. It’s almost like he’s treating your interaction like a game, a predator hunting its prey and toying with it before the final meal. Jimin drops a hand to the table and lets it linger near his glass of water. His fingers drum against the wood in no particular rhythm but it feels like your heart is racing along to the same beat.

“Shy, huh? I get that a lot. Many people think that of me prior to seeing me in action.”

“Se-Seeing you in action? Yea, yea, stripping. Yea. In action.” You struggle to get the words out, clothes feeling ten times tighter now, and you press your thighs together at the thought of seeing Jimin in action.

“You’re so cute. Girls like you are so easy to read.” Jimin chuckles and brings a finger under your chin. He lifts it ever so slightly yet you follow the motion like a dog being given a treat. Hot breath ghosts over your lips as he leans closer to you. Just when you think his lips are going to brush over yours, he ducks past your mouth and touches the shell of your ear with his lips instead. “So easy to get hot and bothered with only the slightest glance. It’s adorable.”

You swallow roughly, unable to formulate any proper words. Jimin continues to mouth at your ear. His breath cascades over your skin and causes chills to run down your spine.

“You were so confident when you came to the table, baby girl.” A wave of heat rushes to your core. You clench your thighs together so hard that it hurts but Jimin doesn’t relent. “Where did all that confidence go?” His tongue darts out and drags across your ear. You feel the ball of a piercing running over your skin and have to suppress a moan at the idea of Jimin having a tongue piercing.

One of Jimin’s hands snakes down from the table and hesitates over your thigh.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice almost husky. You give a subtle nod. You’re far too wary of the two men sitting across the table. While they don’t seem interested in what you and Jimin are doing, you know that could change in the blink of an eye, and you don’t want to risk them seeing you in this state. Still, you have to admit that there is a certain rush to being caught with Jimin’s hand rushing up your thigh. “Words, baby girl. I can’t read your mind.”

“Yes,” you whisper as quietly as you can. Jimin’s fingers clench around your thigh once you mutter the word, cold metal from his rings a sharp contrast to the warmth of his fingers. You whimper ever so slightly. Jimin picks up on it, a low chuckle passing through his lips as he watches you squirm under his touch.

“God, you’re so adorable when flustered like this,” he hisses against your ear. As he speaks, his hand travels further up your thigh, slipping under the material of your dress to find the source of your arousal. His fingers brush over the damp spot on your underwear, and you release another small noise. “I want to see you unravel under my touch.”

Your teeth sink into your quivering lip, trying to keep any further sounds at bay. Embarrassment burns at your skin, and Jimin’s touch persists, dragging over the damp spot with the lightest pressure. It’s enough to be teasing and cause small shocks of pleasure to radiate from your core every once in a while.

All of a sudden Jimin sits back and reaches for his water with his free hand. The other one pushes your panties to the side, revealing your sopping core. He doesn’t hesitate in dipping his fingers into your heat and pushes past the thick strands of arousal to reach your hole. All the while, he sips at his water as though nothing else is going on. Once he takes a large gulp, he faces you again, this time with a teasing smirk to his lips.

“So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?” He asks. Your eyes widen in shock at the question, baffled that he even wants to attempt conversation while his fingers are in your pussy like this. You neglect to respond for a few moments. Jimin’s lips curve down ever so slightly, and his fingers pull away from your heat. You desperately try to keep them in place with your own but he swats your hand away before you can. A high-pitched whine escapes you. Jimin’s eyes grow darker as lust washes over him.

“I-I, uh, I’m–” You can barely speak because as soon as you begin to, Jimin’s fingers push back against your core, one finger dipping into you while his ringed thumb toys at your clit. “I work at a clothing store. Retail. I’m in graduate school full-time.”

“Ah, a smart woman.” Jimin smiles. He turns to the men sitting across the table as he drags his ring over your clit in small circular motions. “Guys, this is Y/N. I think you both were too preoccupied with your drinks to meet her.”

You can’t believe that he’s introducing you while he is knuckle deep in your pussy, but it’s painfully obvious that he intends to carry out an entire conversation while like this just based upon the persistence of his touch.

“H-Hi,” you manage to stutter out. You cannot bear to look the two men in the eye, the burning shame of what’s going on under the table too much to handle.

“What did you say you were studying at graduate school, Y/N?” Jimin asks. He tilts his head in your direction. A playful gleam flashes across his eyes as he pushes a second finger into your core. The curve of his rings drags against your walls, and you instinctively clench around him.

“U-Uh, biology. I’m doing – studying biology.”

“Oh wow! That sounds super neat!” One of Jimin’s companions says, a broad smile stretching across his lips. You mean to respond with a smile of your own but the moment your lips part, Jimin curls his fingers in you and draws out a faint whine. You bite down on your tongue so hard that you think you might bleed. Neither man across the table comments, leading you to believe that they either didn’t notice or are choosing not to embarrass you in the open like this.

You can see Jimin’s lips curling into another devilish smirk as he hears your small noise. He curls his fingers even more, brushing against your sweet spot. He knows that he’s hit it by the way your breath hitches.

“So what do you wanna do with biology? Do you have any plans yet?” The same man persists in talking to you yet you want to do anything except talking at the moment because Jimin is bringing you closer and closer to the edge with his ministrations.

“I, uh, just you know…” You trail off to swallow roughly. Jimin’s fingers continue to fuck into you. “I w-wanna do something in the marine biology field! But if that doesn’t work out I’m u-using biology as a safety – ah, a safety net.” You nearly squeal as you conclude your sentence. Jimin brings you closer and closer to an orgasm, and you can almost taste it. It’s dangling in front of you. You zone out as the man across from you continues speaking, focused solely on chasing your orgasm. Then –

Nothing. Jimin’s touch disappears. He pulls his fingers out of you, flicks your underwear back in place, and acts as though he didn’t just finger you to near completion in the booth at some dingy bar. You whip your head in his direction, and he’s staring back at you with equal tenacity. A moment of silence passes. You can feel the heated stares of the men across the table but pay them no mind in favor of looking at Jimin.

“If you’ll excuse us both, I promised to take Y/N home tonight. She needs to go to bed early tonight, what with school and work.” Jimin nudges you out of the booth with his fingers that are still coated in the juices of your arousal. The look in his eyes tells you that you won’t be sleeping early at all tonight.

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[bangtan-dreamland]

[1:49 A.M.]

Pairing: jjk x reader

Word Count: 1121

Warnings:  pwp, jungkook fingers reader in a club, semi-public sex, some teasing

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut smut smut

Summary: This night, it’s your turn to endure Jungkook’s touches, but how long can you last when he’s determined to get you to give in?

A/N: Written for the ‘Drinks and Drabbles’ hosted by me and @bangtan-headquarters! It took a really long time but *finger guns* sorry and thank you to the anon who requested this!!

 If you don’t mind, I’d like a jungkook+cocktail ? 

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Jungkook’s fingers brush against your inner thighs under the table, light and almost unnoticeable to others, but definitely noticeable to you, and you have half a mind to swat it away. He’s been doing this ever since you two arrived at the club, and- well. You’re finding it harder and harder to rationalize to yourself that dragging Jungkook into an empty room and letting him have his way with you is not something you should do.

In fact, with every second that passes, with every touch of his that lingers, you realize you’re fighting a losing battle, and something about the way Jungkook smirks tells you he knows, too.

“Baby,” he chuckles as he leans close to you, arm placed around your shoulders and the dim light of the club makes it easy to mistake him merely whispering something to you, but-

You tense, trying hard not to squirm as you feel him nibble your ear, sending jolts of pleasure through you, his breath ghosting over your nape but not following through on it. Jerk. “I’m surprised you’re lasting this long,” he muses and you almost snap at him, but before you can do so he shifts- and, oh.

A quick slip of his fingers down reveals the drenched state of your panties, and you release a lengthy whimper as he teasingly flicks you through the cloth. 

Jungkook’s responding chuckle is easily heard over the music.

“You sure you don’t want to admit defeat?” He lightly asks you as his hands continue their ministrations on your body. You bite your lip and turn away, determined not to lose to him. “I don’t think they’ll be done anytime soon.”

You can see that as well, that the other members are still well engrossed into whatever activities they’re currently doing. Jimin, Hoseok and Seokjin, for one, you can easily see are partying hard on the dance floor. Namjoon sitting by the bar with someone you don’t recognize, and Taehyung on the other side of said person, the three engaged in conversation. You’re pretty sure it’s not just a simple conversation, but you can’t make sure as your focus keeps slipping. You can barely think straight.

Jungkook casually pulls you closer as someone passes by. The booth’s curtains combined with the dim lighting of the club makes it hard for the two of you to be seen, if anybody even thought of looking in your direction. The thought that no one would notice much if you finally let both of you have relief flashes in your mind, especially when at this point, you’re sitting on one of his thighs, the leather providing wonderful friction against your flimsy underwear.

But. Still.

You aren’t going to let yourself get beaten by your boyfriend. Your self-restraint is almost gone, sure, but still, the night will end and then he’ll be the one suffering from blue balls, especially when it’s your turn to tease him. Jungkook’s not even trying to hide his hard on at this point, the bulge pressing on your thighs. He’s certain that you’ll give in, but no.

You take a shaky breath to (hopefully) calm yourself down, especially when you feel his other hand trail across your chest, the feather-like touch just making you crave him even more.

Hours of teasing, and one or two more to go through. The club is less crowded than it was an hour ago, and you can’t tell how much time has passed, but eventually they’ll have to get tired, right?

Right.

Boldly leaning back on him, you grin as you hear him hiss. “I’m sure of it,” you coo, tilting your head so that you’re nose to nose with him. This upclose, you can see the way his pupils have dilated with lust. You smirk and lean closer, almost kissing him, before you pull back, almost laughing. You’re not supposed to tease him back, it’s not your turn yet, but damn if it isn’t fun.

“Really,” you purr as you see the tic in his jaw at your actions. “Are you sure you’re not the one who-!” 

Your sentence is cut off as his fingers slip your panties to the side and thrust into you, immediately setting a slow and languid pace. The pleasure makes itself known, and you moan, long and hard in response as his fingers start to make a mess out of you- damn it, this isn’t fair at all.

“Jungkook,” you groan out his name, the words barely getting out of you. “Thought we- we agreed not to-” another whimper interrupts your sentence as you unconsciously clench around him. You grit your teeth. “I thought we agreed, no direct touching?” You hiss.

That only earns you another finger inside, and a harsh nip on your shoulder. You curl up against him, gasping as he tugs you up his leg, the leather against your sex feeling so damn good. “We also agreed to take turns teasing,” he points out. “Baby, don’t you think it’s fair I get to punish you, since you broke the rule?”

All the while he’s speaking, Jungkook’s fingers don’t miss their rhythm. Not that you can rebut him. At this point, you’re putty under his hands, your form splayed over him, the strength to move leaving you as you find it harder and harder to keep yourself together. With one hand on your clit, the other one now grasping your breasts, and hickeys blooming around your neck, you continuously let out a stream of whimpers and groans as he slowly works you up. All that your mind can think is his hands on your own, his mouth on yours, what wouldn’t you do to let him have his way with you right now-

And then he curls his fingers inside you. “Cum,” he commands you and you let go- he kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans, his fingers fucking you through your high, the hot flash of pleasure robbing you of any coherent thoughts except him, him, him.

When your orgasm ends, a wave of exhaustion hits you. Still, when you peer up at Jungkook, you smirk when you notice the flush to his cheeks, the marks on his lips where he’s bitten them so many times. Your hands flutter over his pants, and-

Yep. He’s still hard, the front of his pants even having a damp spot. You experimentally stroke him through his pants, and then giggle as you feel his cock twitch.

Pressing a kiss to his jaw, you whisper in his ears. “Why don’t we bend the rules for tonight and you let me take care of this, hm?” You purr.

Jungkook pulls you into a hungry kiss as a response, and you’re only all too eager to comply.

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[wwilloww]

assless chaos | jjk

Pairing: Cowboy!Jungkook x OC!Lainey

Genre: Wild West. Crack. Fluff.

Rating: 18+

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: Assless chaps. Swearing. Bad dialogue. Like really bad dialogue. Ass worship. Infidelity. Making out against a portrait of Colonel Mustard.

A/N: This is for @hobiance. Meant to be read with a nice little western twang to it. Like you’re chewing a piece of straw and tellin’ a story round a fire. I let my dramatic self out on this one, so please judge this fic based on the description of Jungkook’s ass, not the quality of writing, thank you very much.

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ASSLESS CHAOS

“Ma’am?” The graveled voice of the cook crackles through the still air of the parlor as she sticks her head through the door. “You have a visitor.”

Lainey sighs, tipping the heavy book back just enough to peer over at the woman standing in the doorframe.

“Who is it?” she says, boredom lacing her tone, going back to her reading.

“A very handsome young man.” The older woman winks at her. “He says he has something to show you.”

Lainey’s brow furrows in confusion. Her cook speaks up over the silence, placating her uncertainty.

“He seems like a nice young man, ma’am. I think I recognize him as one of your husband’s men.”

“Alright, Bonnie, let him in.”

The double doors to Lainey’s parlor swing open — and then slam shut again with a loud bang. However, despite the loud noise, she doesn’t bother to look up from the book propped up in her hands.

“If you’re here to see my husband, he should be back by supper,” she calls from behind the pages. No one answers. The heavy but familiar sound of honest to goodness cowboy boots clicking against the hardwood floor echos through the office and it’s not until she hears them come to a halt in front of her desk that she looks up.

“Jungkook,” Lainey gasps, standing from her chair.

“Ma’am.” Jungkook tips his hat towards her before taking it off in a sign of respect. He tosses it casually onto a chair in the corner of the large room.

“I-I thought I told you—”

“To stay away?” Jungkook cocks an eyebrow and leans over the desk towards her, hands flat on the mahogany.

“You can’t be here,” she hisses. “Not now, not in my home, not—”

Her words are cut short by Jungkook’s hand reaching up to pinch her chin. Her eyes shoot open in shock. Such a simple gesture — and yet, she can’t help but feel her body react to the electricity that zings through her body as skin meets skin. It’s been so long since her husband, Taehyung — or really anyone for that matter had touched her like this — trapping such gentleness, such love in the smallest of movements.

“It wasn’t fair for you to ask me to stay away,” he pouts. “How could I? Especially when you look like this.”

He straightens up again, releasing her from his grasp. Lainey watches, mouth gaping as he rounds the desk to come stand before her.

“How could you,” she pokes him in the chest, “when you know exactly who my husband is? As the mayor, and soon to be governor, he runs this town. He’ll have his gun cocked and pointed at your head as soon as he sees you here.”

“You really think I’m worried about that?” Jungkook drawls. “You don’t think I didn’t know exactly what I was riskin’ when I came here?” He stands hardly a foot away and Lainey is forced to look up at the handsome man. His hair is parted sleekly to the side, the deep, rich color gleaming in the golden evening light that shines through the window. As much as she knows she should tell off the man standing before her, something in her chest tugs, begs, Please. Let him stay. He stands so close that she can smell his natural mix of sun and desert emanating off of him. He smells like something comfortable, like something she wants to fall into, like — dare she say it? — like sex.

Just as he’s leaning in, his lips parted oh-so devilishly, Lainey puts her hand to his chest, stopping him.

“You said you had something to show me,” she says hurriedly, her voice quacking ever so slightly.

Gaze still locked on her lips, he smirks. “Of course, I nearly forgot.”

“What is it?”

“Remember the governor’s ball, nary a month ago?”

How could she forget? The fateful night Jungkook finally pulled her behind the curtain of the stage and asked if her lingering gaze meant that she felt the same way he did. They exchanged confessions of adoration as Lainey’s husband stood just twenty feet away, giving his speech for his governor’s candidacy. The two of them confessed their love to one another behind the rich velvet curtains, only to swear any action on behalf of their throbbing hearts. Even after Lainey had slipped back to her husband’s side, her gaze hadn’t left the figure of the young cowboy, eyes roving over his strong frame and supple ass. Drinking him in was like tasting the sweetest of poisons.

“I remember,” she says softly. “How could I forget?”

“Then you’ll appreciate these.”

Jungkook rips of his chaps, the snaps popping off and scattering across the floor. As she takes in what lays beneath, Lainey slaps a hand to her mouth, a gasp ringing through the air.  

Below lay a second pair of chaps.

Assless chaps.

“What in gods good tarnation are those,” Lainey gasps.

“Chaos. Assless chaos.” Jungkook takes a step closer until the pair stands chest to chest. “I know how much you like my ass —” Warmth creeps up her cheeks and she attempts to duck her head in embarrassment of his acknowledgment. But he’s quick to put a finger below her chin, nudging her head up so that she’s looking at him again. “—The way you can’t keep your eyes off of my blessed cheeks, even when your husband is standing right beside you with his arm around your waist.”

“I—” Her words stutter to a halt. All Lainey can think is that behind the beautiful man in front of her are two shining, round, perfect peaches, juicy and just begging to be squeezed. She nearly swoons at the thought of all of that cake, exposed to the room.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jungkook murmurs. “I know what you’re thinking.” He takes her hands, which have been clutched to her chest, one in each of his large palms. Ever-so slowly, he brings them around his back and places her palms on his exposed ass.

She can’t help but give the slightest of squeezes.

Firm. Juicy. Perfectly round.

“It’s like they were sculpted by the gods,” Lainey murmurs, breath stolen by the utopian orbs beneath her hands. Never in all of her prairie-roving, stallion-taming days has she ever come into contact with such a faultless ass. Even without sight, she knows there’s no ass in this whole country that could rival the one she grasps in hands this very moment.

“My heart though,” Jungkook whispers. “My heart has been sculpted by you.”

Brought back to the moment, Lainey realizes who she is, where she is, who she’s with. She takes a step back, releasing Jungkook’s beautiful ass as she does. Her heart flutters at his words. Even as the sound has long cleared the space, she feels like she can still feel the vibrations of its echoes.

“We can’t,” she breathes, hand snaking up her torso and coming to rest above her pounding heart. “You know how I feel. You know how I… how I love you. Love you and that matchless ass of yours. But there’s so much more to consider.”

“Is it not enough for you?” He takes a step forward, just as she steps back again. “Is having me and a show-stealing ass not enough you? I fucking won the county fair with this beaut.”

“I know you did. And you won this heart, too,” you add so softly the words barely lift into the air.

If only she could melt into him, allow him to take her away somewhere far from the plaid ballgowns, the cow auctions, the dry desert of this town. Wasn’t she made for something so much bigger? For the great beyond of life? Not the smallness that her husband expected her to don, the repetitive role he asked her to play every day the sun poked her head above the dusty earth and the cows woke for their milking. A role he never thanked her for, either.

“I’m here to ask you to run away with me,” Jungkook says. 

Lainey looks up at him.

The man before her holds a great expanse within his stallion soul. One she wanted to fall into. One she wanted to explore and map and know like the back of her palm.

Like being struck by lightning during the rainy season, a bolt of understanding hits her. She wants this. Wants him.

Jungkook has her backed up against the large painting of Colonel Mustard that decorates the parlor, the yellow of his turtle neck casting a glow about the darkening room.

“Can I—”

“Kiss me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook leans down to her, his palms coming to cradle her face as he brushes his lips against hers. Soft at first. And then all at once.

It is a kiss that consumes. One that swirls up all the feeling in the world into one large tumbleweed of emotion and sensation.

She pulls away, just enough to let a single word slip from her swollen lips.

“Yes.”

The moment the word slips out, she knows it’s true.

“Yes?”

“Take me with you when you leave this godforsaken town.”

“Really?”

“I’m all yours, cowboy.”

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or what, you’ll spank me? | knj

» pairing: agent!namjoon x hacker/informant!reader » genre: criminal minds au, crack, smut » summary: you live to infuriate your boss, but what happens when you go too far? » word count: 1k+ » warnings: 18+, cursing, dom!namjoon, sub/switch!reader, teasing, spanking, pet names, general chaos

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The only thing you loved more than your job was your boss. You particularly lived to tease him, to see how far you can push him, to make him squirm. It was an easy thing to do when you were miles away in your cave of an office and completely separated from the rest of the agency. 

It was significantly harder to do when he came storming into your sacred space full of computers, wires, and monitors looking like he wanted to throw you across his lap and spank the hell out of you. In retrospect, you had technically given him that very idea about an hour ago. It had not been your finest moment to say the least.

You worked as an informant to a government investigative agency. You secretly referred to yourself as a lawful hacker, an overall chaotic good. Sadly, you were absolutely certain that your boss Kim Namjoon felt otherwise since he often bore the brunt of your said chaotic energy.

You could never tell if he actually enjoyed your banter or if he simply tolerated you because you worked with him. Sometimes you could swear he flirted back, but that could just be your own wishful thinking. Either way, you knew that you exasperated him to no end, and you fucking loved it.

Just an hour prior, you had been called by Namjoon to track a lead for a new case. The deep resonance of his voice had met your ears, and you had melted - as per usual. “Hey, (y/n),” He had greeted you with that delicious voice of his, “You’re on speaker. Behave.”

The words had been out of your mouth before you could stop them, “Or what, you’ll spank me?”

You immediately had regretted it. Who knew who else had been in that room with him. By the sounds of the muffled laughter that had echoed through the phone after your flippant remark, you could only assume that Park Jimin and Kim Seokjin had also been present to overhear your special brand of idiocy.

The rest of your conversation with Namjoon had been strained to say the least. You could hear the underlying anger in his tone. Had you really embarrassed him that much? Were you really that unattractive that the mere thought of anything sexual happening between the two of you sent him into a rage? God, you hoped not, but it looked like you were about to find out.

“(Y/n),” Namjoon growled, bursting through your office door.

You jumped out of your cushy office chair and darted behind one of the many desks of monitors littering the room. You needed a barrier between you and this sexy, angry man. “Oh hello, Namjoon,” You sent him an innocent smile, “What brings you over to see little ol’ me?”

“You know exactly why I’m here, brat.” The term rolled off his tongue sinfully, and you felt your heart falter in your chest. His dark eyes were so focused on you that you felt stripped bare under the weight of it all.

“Brat?” You exclaimed, placing a hand on your chest, “Well, I never!”

Namjoon crept closer to you, moving to circle around the very desk you were hiding behind. You mirrored his actions, intent on keeping something between you.

“I find it hard to believe that none of your previous partners have called you a brat before,” He glared, his hands clenching and unclenching like he was holding himself back from lunging for you. 

Partners? Your mind exploded. Had he meant intimate partners? Or workplace partners? You thought back to all the partners you’d had during your time at the agency.

“I mean, I’m sure Yoongi has called me a brat before, but I don’t remember a specific instance,” You flipped through your memories with your former co-worker and came up short.

“You fucked Yoongi?” Namjoon halted in his tracks, his face looking like he might actually throw one of your computers out the window.

“What? No!” You gasped, “What the fuck, Namjoon! I thought you meant workplace partners - not sexual partners!” 

Your analytic brain whirred as you became the living meme of the woman seeing mathematics appear in front of her eyes, “Now wait just a darn-tootin’ second... If you asked if none of my previous intimate partners had called you a brat before, and you just called me a brat… Does that mean you consider yourself to be my current intimate partner?”

Namjoon scowled at you, “I fucking hate how fast your brain works sometimes, but damn if it isn’t hot as hell.”

“Yeah?” You grinned, “You like my sexy brain?”

“Unfortunately,” He growled, looking like he wanted to devour you whole, “That and your fucking smart mouth.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it then, daddy?” You teased him. At this point, you were at least 99.9% sure that he had a daddy kink and that you had pushed him over the edge with your ‘spank me’ comment.

Quicker than you could even blink, Namjoon circled the table, turned you around, and bent you over. “I’m going to spank you, brat. Just like you suggested.”

He hiked up the skirt of your dress to show your lacy underwear. “Fuck, baby girl,” Namjoon’s fingers dragged over the damp spot between your legs, “Is that for daddy?”

You seemed to have lost the capacity to speak, and he got impatient, swatting your clothed pussy swiftly. “I asked you a question.”

“Y-yes,” You moaned, your back arching as you sought some form of contact from him. 

Namjoon spanked your ass outright. Palming it in his hand to relieve the sting, he leaned over your body. His lips brushed your ear as he murmured, “Yes, what?” 

“Yes, Agent Daddy.”

He drew away from you, chuckling slightly, “My, my, you really are such a brat. I’m going to have fun teaching you some discipline.”

“Just call me the teacher’s pet,” You crooned, shooting him a wicked look over your shoulder and gleefully watching his handsome face darken.

You always knew your mouth would get you in trouble someday, but you never predicted that trouble could be so hot.

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Sailor Kook 2

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) x GN!Reader; Genre: Fantasy, Superhero AU, Anime AU, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Humour; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: mentions of monsters, exhaustion, a magical animal, mentions of nudity, a vague description of a monster, Jungkook getting slightly hurt, a fight (not too descriptive), Yoongi being Yoongi, curse words, one suggestive sentence at the end; Wordcount: 5.185; Prompt: It weren’t real prompts but @guktro​ had three questions after the first part. 1. who gave JK his powers? 2. Can Y/N get powers and protect JK? and lastly 3. Can JK transform in front of Yoongi? And here we are with a second installment of Sailor Kook!

Summary: Rumours about monster attacks spread through the town and become the most discussed topic - even within your friend group. When you get attacked one night you didn’t expect your saviour to be someone you know.

“I can’t believe you hung up on me!” Taehyung said and dropped into the same booth you occupied. “How could you?”

The situation felt almost like a deja vu but when you looked up you saw Taehyung’s accusatory stare directed towards you.

“What? When? I’d never hang up on you!”

“The other night? When I thought you were abducted by monsters but you just got off work later than usual?”

Your eyes widened in shock, remembering this particular night due to a completely different reason. Now that Taehyung actually mentioned it, you do remember that he had called you and that you were, in fact, talking with him on the phone. With the events of that night you had totally forgotten about the call and that some static interrupted it. Furthermore you totally forgot to call him back, your mind had been occupied with a few other things.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry”, you apologised profusely, quickly grabbing Taehyung’s hand to show him how sincere you were. “I honestly don’t know what happened but there was static and the call got cut off and I got spooked and I totally forgot to check my phone again when I reached the safety of my apartment. I really am sorry and I swear I would never hang up on you. Promise!”

Taehyung squinted his eyes at you for a moment before he relaxed and grinned again. “I knew there was a logical reason behind it! See Yoongi, even I can be logical!”

“The logical reason would have been that Y/N finally got annoyed by all your monster talk as well.”

“Hey!” Both you and Taehyung protested loudly.

Yoongi just shrugged with his shoulders, turning his attention back to his phone.

“Since we’re already talking about it”, Hoseok interrupted and drew the attention towards himself, “have you noticed the cases of monster sightings are increasing? It has nearly tripled since the last time we spoke about it.”

“Oh yeah, I noticed that too.”

You saw Jin nodding in agreement to Jimin’s statement before he shoved another fry down his mouth.

“It is actually a quite normal phenomenon”, Namjoon interjects, “now that people have spoken up about their experience of being possessed by a monster and being heard by the public others will speak up as well. Either because they finally gained the courage to do so or because they are attention seekers and just claim to have been possessed by a monster because they think it’s fun to say something like that.”

“So a lot of those sightings are false?”

Namjoon shrugged with his shoulders to answer Taehyung’s question.

“Normally only two to eight percent of the claims are false”, Yoongi piped up again, showing he was listening to the whole conversation after all, “but we already had this discussion that these people are either making those monster up, trick their mind into believing there are monsters or try to hide their own guilt by creating these monsters.”

“Great, now both of them have to flex on us with their studies.”

You couldn’t help yourself but to snort at Jimin’s sarcastic comment.

“It’s not flexing, you could contribute to this argument as well.”

“Tae could make a picture out of macaronis portraying that monster or how about Hoseok dances to us how he feels about those incidents. That would be such a good contribution to our discussion.” Jimin sneered.

“I could create a new dish that got inspired by monster attacks,” Jin added with a laugh.

“All of this does sound wonderful, don’t you think..”, you stopped trying to ease the bickering, when you saw Jungkook stumbling into the diner. 

You immediately jumped up and basically crawled over the laps of Jimin and Taehyung, ignoring their confused looks, when you ran up to Jungkook. Your fingers instantly grabbed his hoodie while your eyes worriedly scanned his face. “Are you alright?” You saw the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly hunched form. “You look exhausted!”

Jungkook rubbed both of his hands over your upper arms, trying to reassure you. “I’m fine, just tired.” He leaned down and rested his head on your shoulder, sighing tiredly.

“Because of those attacks?” You whispered and your hands clasped around the fabric of his hoodie even harder. “Maybe you should tone it down.”

He hummed lowly, swaying slightly in front of you. “And let someone innocent be attacked because I didn’t react to a call? I can’t let this happen.”

“But what about you? You’re someone innocent too and you are suffering.”

“I’m not suffering, I’m just tired. It’s going to be okay.”

Your jaw tensed, wanting to argue against it, but at the same time you knew Jungkook wouldn’t listen and stay as stubborn as ever. “Fine, then let's get something to eat.”

Jungkook shook his head, telling you he just wanted to sit with his friends. He straightened again and removed your hands from his hoodie before he walked over to the booth and plopped down on an empty chair.

Not even ten minutes passed before Jungkook groaned in annoyance and shot you a pleading glance.

You knew he received a call for help, even though you still didn’t completely understand how it worked. Jungkook had started to rely on you, since the evening you found out. “Hey, Jungkook, how is your assignment you told me about coming along? Made any progress?” You sighed, giving him an excuse to jump up and mumble something about not having started it at all. “You should get your stuff and come to my apartment later.” You told him before he rushed off.

You watched his retreating form, your eyes trained on the spot even after you lost sight of him. Another sigh left your lips and you excused yourself as well. You barely registered the worried glances and goodbyes from your friends, your mind already occupied with searching for a solution to help Jungkook.

Later that day Jungkook crashed at your place. Literally. This time he stumbled through your balcony door and collided with your dresser, getting your attention. 

You rushed into your room, seeing Jungkook kneeling on the floor with one hand pressed against his head. You cursed under your breath and helped him up and walked him to your couch in the living room.

Once he fell on it, you removed the simple looking kabuki mask, which you forced Jungkook to wear, from his face, brushing a few strands of his hair away. “Try to rest a little, okay? I’ll get some food and clothes from your place”, you whispered, already pulling a blanket over his body. “I’ll be back as quickly as possible.”

Jungkook hummed in exhaustion, his eyes already fluttering shut. “Thanks Y/N.”

You smiled and got up, getting a glass of water for him that you placed on the table in front of the couch, before you left your apartment.

Jungkook didn’t live too far away from you and you had a spare key, which he gave to you after he locked himself out once, making it easier for you to enter his place. His apartment wasn’t that different from yours, less personal decorations and more stuff laying on the floor but it still felt somewhat home-y.

Searching for a backpack you stumbled upon a bunny, sitting on his bed and staring at you intently. “I didn’t know Jungkook got a bunny”, you mumbled, feeling slightly uncomfortable from its unnerving gaze. You looked around, hoping to see some sort of cage where it escaped from but you came up empty handed. “That’s odd.”

You observed the animal for a while, noticing that it somehow behaved strangely by not moving at all. For a second you even thought, it may have been a very realistic stuffed toy, if it weren’t for its blinking eyes.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” You questioned loudly, sighing in despair because you couldn’t just leave and let the bunny run around. “Okay, you know what? Stay there and let me pack some clothes before I find something to transport you with.”

You turned away from the bunny and started pulling drawers open and stuffed random clothes into the backpack in your hand. “I can’t believe he’s got a pet without taking the proper precautions”, you grumbled while you started a list in your mind with things you’d need to take care of a bunny. “How is he supposed to take care of a bunny when he’s basically knocked out after fighting those monsters?”

“You know about his secret identity?”

At the sudden voice you jumped and dropped the backpack, turning around and searching for the person it belonged to.

The second you had turned around the bunny floated over to you. “So you must be Y/N.”

You blinked a few times, pressing your whole body against the closet behind you. Bunnies weren’t supposed to float, you thought, staring at it with wide eyes. And they weren’t supposed to speak. “Uhm, yeah”, you stated dumbfoundedly, while your mind tried to comprehend everything.

“He didn’t tell you about me.” The bunny sighed and shook its little head. “I’m the one who gifted Jungkook his powers.”

“Huh.”

Seeing your blank expression the bunny continued to talk. “I’m the bunny on the moon. And every night I saw the cruelty that became of the world. I saw those monsters roaming freely and destroying everything I loved to watch over. So I decided to intervene and when I stepped on earth I met Jungkook. I saw his strength and pure heart and I just knew he was the right choice to protect this city.”

“And you just gave him the powers.”

“Yes.”

“You know he is currently overworking himself?”

“Yes.”

“Are you at least thinking about doing something about it?”

“Yes.”

“Good! So? What’s your plan?” You asked and resumed packing the backpack. A flying bunny wasn’t the scariest you had witnessed and your mind settled with the fact the legend of the bunny on the moon was true fairly quickly.

“I’m granting you power as well,” the bunny said and floated in front of your face again to see your reaction.

“I’m not strong.”

“You’re witty.”

You stopped in your motions, your eyes trailing back to the bunny. You knew nothing about this power and even less about the monsters you were supposed to fight once you accepted them. “I don’t know”, you whispered, avoiding looking at the animal. “I can’t just jump on this and say ‘yeah let’s do this’. Can I think about it?”

To your surprise it nodded its head. “Should you change your mind”, the bunny handed over a small stone to you, “just press this against your heart and say ‘I’ll accept these powers granted to me’.”

Hesitantly you reached your hand over and accepted the stone, turning it in your fingers while staring at it. You looked back up to the floating bunny. “Can I contact you if I have questions about all this? Like discussing the terms and conditions?”

The bunny snorted but agreed once more. “Just whisper ‘bunny on the moon’ and I’ll hear you.”

You nodded, mumbling the words once more to make sure you wouldn’t forget them. 

Before you could say anything else, though, a little poof resounded through the room and a cloud of glowing green dust dispersed where the bunny had been floating just seconds ago.

“Can this get any more crazy?” You mumbled, looking at the small stone in your palm once more.

When you got back to your apartment, Jungkook hadn’t moved at all, still sleeping soundly on your couch. Seeing his squished cheek and hearing the light snores you decided there and then to keep your encounter with his little mentor a secret, not wanting to worry him.

Instead you made something to eat and woke him up once you were ready. “Scoot over, Kookie, and eat something.” You placed the two plates on the table and waited patiently until Jungkook changed into a seated position, groggily rubbing his eyes.

“How long have I slept?” His voice was husky from sleep.

“Not long, sorry,” you apologised and sat next to him, “you can go back to sleep after you ate something though.” With that you pressed one plate into his hands and motioned for him to eat. Only after he grabbed his chopsticks and started to stuff his cheeks with the food, you began to eat as well.

You silently watched him out of the corner of your eye, taking in every detail. His half lidded eyes, because he still fought against his sleepiness; the dark circles under them from the lack of sleep he must have gotten the past days; his tousled hair and how he nearly fell asleep again while chewing his food.

His eyes fell on the kabuki mask on the table in front of him before they slowly wandered down his body, noticing he still got his magical clothes on.

“I brought you some stuff, if you want to get changed.” You nodded towards the backpack. “You can freshen up in the bathroom while I clean the dishes.”

Jungkook nodded slowly and got up, grabbing the backpack and padding towards your bathroom.

You sighed silently and bit down on the inside of your cheek. You wanted to help him but you feared you’d only stand in his way should you receive the powers. Instead you hoped you could help him as some sort of assistant, easing everything for him behind the scenes.

It became normal for Jungkook to crash at your place since then. He never brought his clothes back to his apartment but claimed a small part of your closet where he placed his stuff.

Almost every night Jungkook crashed at your place, changed and dropped on your couch, with or without you on it. Though he preferred to have you there as well, using your thighs as his pillow and drifting into a deep slumber while your fingers played with his hair.

On days Jungkook wasn’t as exhausted he played games on his phone, lying in the same position he would be when he wanted to sleep, while you researched stuff to help him, still playing with his hair absentmindedly.

“Jungkook? How do you usually fight against those monsters? I remember you said something the night you saved me.”

“Hmm, punch them first.” His tongue peeked out of the corner of his lips in concentration. “And then shoot a ball of magic power to destroy them.”

“What if you can’t use the power for some reason?”

“Doesn’t happen.”

“What if it does?”

“It won’t.”

You grumbled quietly and shifted your gaze from your phone to Jungkook, who was still completely absorbed in his game. But instead of arguing further with him, you just came up with a new question. “How does your power work anyway? Do you have like a list of commands you just learned by heart or is there some sort of other trick?”

Jungkook paused his game and tilted his head to look at you. “There are basically just three commands, I think.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, the one to activate the powers, the one to deactivate them again and one to use the powers.”

“And what exactly are the powers?” You made quotation marks with your hands when you repeated his term and raised an eyebrow in question, feeling still slightly sceptical towards it.

“Powers to defeat the monsters.”

“Duh.” You rolled your eyes. “What I meant was, uh, do you just say that command and balls of magic shoot out of your hands or is there something more?”

Jungkook grinned cheekily. “Are you worried about me?”

You smacked his forehead without too much force behind it and narrowed your eyes. “Of course I am! I don’t want anything happening to you.”

“Nothing will happen to me”, he grins widely, “you’re having my back. You made this kabuki mask and created this voice changer for me and I got this magical power that could do anything I can imagine. So everything is totally fine.”

“If you say so.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Despite what you’re thinking, I am careful. In the end I do want to come home to you.”

You stiffened and stared at Jungkook in shock, though he already continued to play his game, oblivious to the effect his words had on you. Despite him being more at your place than his own, you never thought he’d view it as his home. Especially not with you in it. Though you had to admit you did miss him on the rare days he didn’t visit. By now it was already normal for him to sleep over at your place. 

If you remembered correctly the first week he still used to sleep on the couch but so much time had passed since then and now whenever you got ready for your bed Jungkook just tagged along, continuing the nap from the couch in your bed.

“Do you still have some snacks, Y/N?”

Jungkook’s question brought you out of your thoughts and you needed a few seconds to actually register what he said. “No,” you shook your head, “you ate them all.”

“Can we get some?”

“We! Yeah, because I won’t walk to the convenience store on my own in the middle of the night.”

“Great!�� Jungkook jumped up excitedly, already stuffing his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants.

Only minutes later the both of you walked down the street side by side.

“I think we should get some cup noodles as well.” Jungkook thought out loud and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers.

You tried to fight off the warmth spreading through your body from this simple touch but you couldn’t stop the slight tingling within yourself. “If you could, you’d add kimchi, sushi and lamb skewers on that list.”

Jungkook laughed loudly and agreed with you, making you giggle in amusement. “We could get popcorn and watch a movie.” Continuing the walk to the store his thoughts changed to deciding on a fitting movie the both of you could watch.

You smiled and listened to his suggestions, humming every now and then when he explained his choice. When you turned the corner into an alley you looked ahead again, remembering what happened the last time you walked through an alley. That’s when you noticed someone walking a little ahead of you.

“Hey isn’t that Yoongi?”

“I think so”, you agreed with Jungkook’s question, who had scanned the alley too, before walking further into it. “Hey! Yoongi!” You screamed loudly but didn’t get a reaction from the man.

“Five bucks, he’s listening to music again!”

“Of course he is, I won’t even argue against it.” You laughed and pulled out your phone, deciding to call him this way.

Not even one ring later and he accepted the call, raising his phone to his ear. “Y/N? Are… alright?... middle.. night.. wrong?”

You frowned and quickly checked the reception. “That’s odd”, you whispered and placed your phone back to your ear. “Yoongi? I can’t hear you! Something is off with your phone!”

Jungkook watched you worriedly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as an attempt to calm you.

“Yoongi? Just turn around, okay? We’re right behind you!” You looked up again and froze, eyes widening in fear. “Jungkook?”

Immediately Jungkook turned around and tensed up as well. “Shit.”

At the end of the alley a huge deformed creature crawled out of the shadows. Smoke wafted around its form and a slimy liquid dripped on the ground from something that you thought to be its mouth.

“YOONGI! RUN!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, staring in horror when your friend looked up in confusion, seeing the both of you standing at the entrance of the alley and then turning to see the creature. “RUN!”

“I need to help him.” Jungkook tried to let go of your hand but you gripped his arm and yanked him forcefully back.

“You can’t!”

“I have to! It’s what I’m supposed to do!”

“This is different!” You pleaded with him, your eyes flickering between Jungkook’s deadly expression and Yoongi running away from the monster.

“Y/N,” Jungkook cupped your face and forced you to look at him, “get Yoongi and run home!”

“What about you?”

“I’ll kick this monster’s ass and be right behind you.” His gaze softened for a second. “I promise.” With that reassurement he kissed you. But as quick as he initiated the kiss as quickly he pulled away from you again. 

The cold Jungkook left behind crept through your whole body, worsening your fear. Helplessly you watched him slip out of your reach and run off.  You heard him say the command for the transformation, followed by the blinding light enveloping his body before you saw the red jacket fly behind him.

Yoongi reached you, grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a container, pressing both of you close against the cold metal. “I’m not that knowledgeable”, he panted and a shiver ran through his body, “but did Jungkook just do a magical girl transformation?”

“Yeah.”

“And apparently those monster attacks were real.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck. And you’re not surprised,” Yoongi stated, scanning your face quickly.

“Yeah.”

“Not that surprising since you’re together but why didn’t you correct Namjoon or me when you knew?”

“Really?” You deadpanned and looked at Yoongi pointedly. “Would you really have believed me? Both of you would have brushed it off just like Taehyung.”

“But Taehyung never saw a monster.”

“What does it matter? You didn’t even believe the people claiming to be attacked by a monster!” You argued back.

“Okay, fine. I was wrong,” Yoongi grumbled and leaned around the container, watching Jungkook fight against that thing. “Are you sure I am not just hallucinating this right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck. I can’t believe Jungkook is fighting that thing.”

“Sailor Kook.”

“Sailor Kook?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow and looked back at you, before his gaze flickered back to the alley.

“His hero name,” you stated, before you tensed up again. “Hey! What do you mean it’s not surprising since we’re together?”

“Aren’t you a couple?”

“No, we’re not!”

“Then why did he kiss you?”

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks, while you stuttered some sort of argument against it.

“Is this really the time to argue with me whether you’re a couple or not?”

“Okay, fine. I won’t say no, if he’d ask me! But he didn’t for now!” You clarified and glared at Yoongi, who only watched you with an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“He really did a magical girl transformation, huh?”

“Yeah.” You finally turned around as well and peeked around the corner, seeing Jungkook shooting one ball of magical power after the other, without any use.

“This doesn’t look good”, Yoongi stated worriedly. “Who even gave him the power?”

“Bunny on the moon”, you whispered as an answer while your eyes were trained on Jungkook, who dodged an attack from the beast.

Before you knew it a little green cloud exploded in front of your eyes, making you and Yoongi cough slightly.

“Finally ready to talk about the terms and conditions?” The voice of the bunny teased you, floating once again right in front of your face. Though it turned around, seeing Jungkook fight, before you even had the chance to answer it. “Ah, it’s not about the terms and conditions.”

“There’s a floating rabbit.” Yoongi stared blankly at the animal before his head turned to you. “And you’re not surprised again”, he stated matter of factly. “Why do I even ask?”

You ignored him and turned your attention back to the bunny. “How can he defeat this thing?”

It contemplated your question, weighing his head from side to side. “Not without help.” The rabbit clapped with its paws and the little stone, which you had carefully placed in a jewellery box at home, appeared in front of you. 

“If I accept, what do I even do? I know nothing about this!” You cried, trepidation clawing at your insides. Your gaze flickered once again to Jungkook.

“You know more than you think.”

The creature slammed its arm against Jungkook’s body and smashed him against a wall. You watched him stagger slightly before he shot the monster again.

You cursed and grabbed the stone, holding it over your heart with closed eyes. “I will accept this power granted to me!” 

The stone liquified in your hand and snaked its way around your wrist, turning into a simple stone bracelet. That was the minute you felt the prickling underneath your skin, spreading from your chest and all over your body; from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes, engulfing you whole. When you opened your eyes again, you saw the same blinding colourful glow emanating from your skin, which you had seen on Jungkook before.

For a second you worried about being naked within this light before your costume would manifest but the thought vanished quickly when you felt fabric covering your skin.

Once the transformation ended you stood next to Yoongi and glanced down at your body. You had indeed different clothes on than before and you still felt this spark in your fingertips, wiggling them around to get a feeling for it.

“Shouldn’t your transformation end in some hero pose?”

“If you want a magical girl pose after a transformation, become a magical girl yourself, smartass,” you snapped and pushed against Yoongi’s shoulder, though you couldn’t suppress the giggle escaping your lips from the hilarity of seeing Yoongi as a magical girl warrior.

“Nah, I think I'll stick with law studies.” He grinned as well. “Which reminds me. Try to avoid vandalism while fighting the monster.”

“Really? That’s what you’re worried about?”

“You don’t want a lawsuit. That is worse than this monster, believe me.”

“Gosh, Yoongi, sometimes.. ugh.” You groaned and turned towards the bunny instead. “Keep an eye on him!” With that you ran towards Jungkook, who just got thrown on the ground.

Panic filled your thoughts and you picked up the pace, before you skittered to a halt in front of his body. 

“Y/N?”

You didn’t have the time to answer him, seeing the monster trying to attack you guys again. “Shit, shit, shit.” You needed some sort of shield, but there was nothing in your grasp. You cursed again, when the monster lifted its arm ready to pound down on you, and stretched your arms forward, screaming. “With the power given to me!”

You flinched slightly when you heard the loud thud, before you realised the punch didn’t hit you. Hesitantly, you peeled your eyes open again, not remembering when you even closed them, and instantly noticed the magical shield hovering over you and Jungkook. “Are you alright?” You breathed out and glanced over your shoulder, seeing Jungkook getting back on his knees.

“Thanks to you, yeah.” He scooted closer to you, stabilising your arms before the monster threw another hit against the shield.

“Any idea how to defeat this thing?”

“Do you trust me?”

“As much as I want to deny that, I do trust you.”

“Good! After the next punch you have to retract the shield and combine your power with mine,” Jungkook told you, supporting you from behind. “You need to visualise a huge ball of energy with me and once I give you the signal we push it towards that monster.”

You nodded while you continuously chanted his instructions in your mind, trying to reassure yourself. Your eyes flickered from the monster towering over the both of you to your hands and Jungkook’s bigger ones evenly outstretched right next to them. You unconsciously leaned into his chest, searching for his warmth to calm you.

“We got this.”

Again you just nodded and tried to breathe evenly.

When the monster punched against the shield you felt your whole body tremble from the force. At the same time the monster staggered backwards.

Jungkook immediately grabbed your wrists and pulled them away from the shield, dissolving it with the movement. “Okay now the energy ball!” He placed his hands once again next to you, holding them as if he carried something round.

You copied him quickly and pictured a huge globe filled with flowing energy.

“With the power given to us!”

You closed your eyes and concentrated on the vision as well as every movement Jungkook made. Without even looking you followed his motions, feeling the ball growing larger with every breath you took.

“Now!” Jungkook screamed and pushed forward. As soon as the magical orb was out of your control, he grabbed your body and spinned you around, pressing you close against his chest.

You felt the impact more than you heard it, since it vibrated violently through the air. You grabbed onto Jungkook’s button up, scared of letting him go without knowing what was going on.

Yoongi watched the monster literally imploding before it vanished in a cloud of smoke. “Is it dead?” He glanced towards the rabbit on his shoulder.

“Definitely is.”

“Good.” He walked out of his hideout and hurried to you and Jungkook. “Guys, you made it! It’s over!”

You looked up with wide eyes before you leaned to one side and glanced behind Jungkook, seeing Yoongi was in fact right. A huge smile spread on your lips. “We made it.”

“Told you so.” Jungkook grinned and stood up, pulling you with him, while he kept his arms around you and still held you close to his chest. “We’re a good team.”

“Absolutely!”

“We should send a warning to all monsters, trying to overtake our town,” Jungkook added cockily, “Prepare for trouble!”

“And make it double!” You added with a laugh.

“Oh please god no!”

Both you and Jungkook turned to Yoongi, seeing his annoyed expression.

“Okay, fine. No warning then.” You smiled hesitantly. “We’re still a team though.”

“The best,” Jungkook whispered and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up. With his free hand he took off your mask before he pulled his own off as well. “Thanks for saving me.” He leaned down and kissed you.

“The power of love”, said the bunny and nodded while it watched you.

“Not to interrupt your little moment there but I really need a drink, right about now.” Yoongi coughed awkwardly and rubbed one hand over his face. “What about you, guys?”

“Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad”, you agreed with a soft smile, “I think I still have some alcohol at my place.”

“Then it’s settled. We’re having a drink.”

Yoongi turned around and walked into the direction of your apartment, the bunny still sitting on his shoulder.

You chuckled slightly and wanted to follow them, when Jungkook held you back. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, waiting for him to speak up.

Jungkook watched Yoongi walk a little further before he leaned down with a smirk and whispered into your ear. “Just so you know, once they’re gone I want to see your magical girl transformation.”

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[ughseoks]

all webbed up | jjk

— pairing; spiderman!jungkook x reader

— genre/rating; smut, pwp | 18+

— word count; 1k

— warnings; dirty talk, bdsm (webs), nipple play, teasing, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, vibrating webs??

— summary; having a superhero boyfriend is helpful in more ways than one.

» written for @bangtan-dreamland‘s Drinks & Drabbles Game! this is jungkook + cocktail :) thank you to my by kenz @jeonstime for helping me tag this and always hyping me up ily!! also to @daechwlta​ for being a Genius™ and giving me some ideas for the fic 💕🥺

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(this is not the jungkook from tangled webs!)

anonymous: i see drabble game,,, i join,,, if it's okay can we please get spider!gguk with some wine or cocktail?? never can get enough of your writing and it shows 😔

@jinniesbby: ALRIGHT. YOU READY FOR ME LAINEY? GIVE ME JUNGKOOK + COCKTAIL

“I wanna try something new tonight.”

Jungkook looks up at you from where he’s standing at the foot of your bed, slowly sliding out of his spider-man suit.

“Is that so?” he teases with a smirk.

“Mhmm.”

“What did you have in mind, baby?”

You allow your gaze to slowly trail down his body. His suit is halfway off, his massive muscles and toned torso visible to your hungry eyes. The lower half of his body is still covered by the suit, but you can still see the outline of his muscular thighs through the material-- your eyes linger there before flicking back up to his. He licks his lips and his eyes widen in understanding.

“Ahh…” he smiles, “You want me to wear the suit while I fuck you? Hmm?”

“Maybe…” You murmur, eyes finally locking with his again. They’ve darkened with lust, and he’s no longer taking off his suit. He’s pulling it back up. You feel a wave of arousal wash over you as he silently refastens his web-shooters to his wrists.

“Remember the safeword?” he asks gently, crawling onto the bed below you. You nod and repeat the safeword verbally. He stares at you for a moment before moving to analyze your surroundings, thinking for a moment before giving you instructions. “Scoot back and hold your wrists up.”

You scurry to do as he says, holding your wrists up above your head so they brush against the cool headboard behind you. Your boyfriend hums in appreciation before suddenly lifting his own wrist and pressing a button.

A gasp leaves your lips when a glob of web fluid shoots from the device, sealing your wrists to the wooden headboard. You tug experimentally-- you’re able to wiggle them slightly, but you definitely can’t tug them free. Tingles of excitement travel up your legs when he gently parts them, a hiss escaping his lips when he notices the wet spot staining your panties.

“Already so wet for me?” he teases, massaging your thighs as he stares at you. The material of his gloved fingers is soft against your bare skin.

“P-please, Guk, touch me,” you squirm a little, his grip on you tightening to keep you still.

“Hmm,” he pretends to contemplate his decision, “I’m not sure you deserve it after what you called me earlier.”

“You left your dirty socks on the living room table.”

“You called me a ‘dirty nasty icky yicky spider-boy sock gremlin.’”

“Was I lying, though?”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Just because it’s true doesn’t mean you should say it.”

“Can you please just touch me so I can cum?” you grumble, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He suppresses a laugh and ignores the way you whine when he leans back slightly. Rather than say anything, he begins to fiddle with the web-shooters on his wrist.“Technical difficulties?” you giggle.

“You won’t be laughing when you see what these babies can do,” he warns as he continues to press buttons on the device, “Just had some new web tech installed. Didn’t think I’d be using it for this, though.” He grins when he finally finishes whatever he was doing, turning his attention back to you.

“Ready, baby?”

When you nod, he runs his hands up your legs, gently tugging your panties off before tossing them to the side. He spreads your legs wide and stares for a moment before raising his wrist once again to point directly at your dripping folds.

“Jungkook, what’re you--” you cut off with a loud yelp when a glob of web fluid shoots out of the device on his wrist, the white mess of artificial webs stuck directly over your clit. “What the fuck? Did you just web my pussy?”

He doesn’t answer, opting to quickly shoot another two globs onto both of your nipples. Any sort of retort is caught in your throat when suddenly, the webs begin to vibrate.

Waves of pleasure wrack your body as the webs vibrate against your nipples and clit. The sensory overload causes you to squirm wildly against your restraints, but Jungkook’s gloved hands find your waist and legs, holding you down easily with his superstrength.

“Feel good, baby?” he smirks up at you.

“Y-yeah,” you manage, choking on a strangled moan, “‘M gonna c-cum soon, Kookie.”

Your high is approaching quickly, the intense vibrations from the webs sending wave after wave of white-hot pleasure through you. Jungkook shuffles down the bed a bit before lowering his face to your core unexpectedly, an incoherent mess of words falling from your lips when he licks a tentative stripe up your wet folds. When he finally thrusts his tongue into your entrance, you immediately fall apart around him, moaning loudly as he tongue fucks you through your high.

As your orgasm finally begins to subside, you start to squirm from the onslaught of oversensitivity. You’re unable to use your hands to push away Jungkook since they’re still stuck to the bed so you settle for twisting your body until he finally relents and pulls away.

Although he’s no longer eating you out, the webs are still vibrating against your skin, and tears of overstimulation begin to run down your cheeks. Your release glistens on the lower half of his face as he fiddles with the device on his wrist until the vibrations from the webs finally stop and a sigh of relief falls from your lips. Jungkook runs his hands up and down your sides soothingly; the soft material of his suit is comforting against your sensitive skin.

Blinking away some of the haze from your orgasm, you smile up at Jungkook cheekily, a laugh threatening to escape you when he raises his eyebrow in question. He knows what that look means.

“Were my ministrations not enough to fully satisfy you, m’lady?” your boyfriend asks with a teasing lilt to his voice. You simply bite your lip and stare pointedly at the large bulge showing clearly through the material of his suit.

“What other tricks do you have up your sleeve, Spider-man?”

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#bhqdrabbles #bangtanhq #goldenclosetnet #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts au #bts smut #bts x reader #bts superhero au

[bangtiddies]

Hoseok’s Guide to Romance for Curious Aliens

Pairing: Alien!Hoseok x Reader Genre: Romance, Fluff, Sci-fi Rating: PG Words: 737 Warnings: very very cheesy

Summary: Hoseok, the new resident living in the capsule that landed in your backyard, is now extremely interested in romance films.

Note: unedited because I’m a fool. Tagging @hobisbeautifulass​ @j-sope​ and @moonmintrails​ for the love and validation they gave me ❤️ Requested by @hobiance-main​​ for Drinks & Drabbles: hobi + wine JHSADLFH

You sigh as you see the scene laid out in front of you at three in the morning.

Hoseok sits on your couch, eyes glued to the TV, watching what may be the fifth romance film he could find on Netflix tonight. He’s been a little obsessed lately, after discovering that there’s a wide collection of films and TV shows on a single application. You would regret introducing it to him if he didn’t look so cute while watching the films with such intense interest.

“Hobi,” you say with a yawn. “Don’t you need to sleep?”

“I need to understand these human emotions and information,” Hoseok says, not taking his eyes off the screen. “I can find time to rejuvenate in my capsule when the time is appropriate.”

“Sleeping when the sun is down is the most appropriate time,” you mutter, but Hoseok doesn’t hear you, too focused on the scene that’s laid out in front of him, the main couple of the film sharing their first kiss. Hoseok screams in excitement at the scene, and you wince a little at how loud it sounds at three in the morning.

“You can keep watching,” you say, making sure that Hoseok hears you. “But please try to keep it down, yeah? I don’t want any neighbours freaking out.”

“Oh, yes,” Hoseok says, turning to you and looking at your state. “I apologise if I woke you. I will make sure to be as silent as possible.”

Your cheeks heat up under his gaze, turning away from him and facing the kitchen. “You didn’t wake me. I was going to get some water, anyway.” 

You grab a glass from the dish rack to fill it up with water, not knowing that Hoseok is still looking your way. When you finally gulp down the glass, you turn to see that Hoseok is still looking your way. Feeling suddenly completely bare under his gaze, you look down to your feet.

“Uh, good night,” you stutter out, moving quickly to the door to your room.

You don’t see Hoseok’s smile, but you can hear it in his voice. “Good night, Y/N.”

When you wake up the next morning for work, Hoseok is no longer in your living room. While you make your morning cup of coffee, you look out the window to your backyard to see if you could see Hoseok inside his capsule. The closed white capsule gives you no glimpse of your new resident, but you sigh into a fond smile when you think about how Hoseok probably tired himself out by watching too many romance films.

Coffee finished and valuables checked, you make your way to work, not noticing that there’s flowers missing from your front yard.

Exhausted and drained, you unlock your front door, ready to just fall in your bed and maybe ignore the world for the rest of eternity. When you open the door, however, you see Hoseok in the living room, looking dapper in a suit and holding a bouquet of familiar looking flowers.

“Hoseok,” you ask, slightly amused, slightly confused. “What’s this?”

Hoseok beams at the sight of you. “I want to try this ‘romance’ that I have been researching. From what I gathered, it seems that ‘romance’ creates an interesting human emotion called ‘love.’ I want to know what it feels like.”

Your words almost escape you, gaping at Hoseok as you try to process every word he’s said. “Um, do you even think it’s going work?”

“I can only try,” Hoseok says with a smile.

“Do you even have someone you’re going to try it on? You can’t go around handing a bouquet of flowers to random people.”

Hoseok blinks. “Y/N, what are you saying? I want to try this ‘romance’ with you.”

Your eyes widen, heart racing at his words. “Wait, what?”

“Of course I would try this with you. You are my favourite human.” He hands the bouquet to you and you take it, trying to hide the fact that your hands are shaking.

“You know, some of the stuff that you’ve been watching is really outdated,” you say with a nervous laugh. “It probably won’t work.”

Hoseok smirks. “Your emotion has changed. Your heart is beating faster than normal. I think it is working quite well.”

Your cheeks heat up. “Don’t read my emotions!”

Hoseok laughs, and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.

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