#hoseok x male reader

[yourmanz-sodapop]

BTS reaction to being jealous/insecure of your ex

Jin:

Him and your ex meeting was a complete accident.

You never wanted them to meet, your ex was something.

When they met you were dining in a nice restaurant to celebrate their latest mv.

Your ex just suddenly popped up out of nowhere grabbing your shoulder in the process.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Jin.

Your ex just suddenly got to talking with Jin. He brought up a tattoo you had that Jin loved. It was a small tattoo behind your ear. Three stars, your ex mentioned how he was the one to convince you to get it.

“Oh, did you?” was Jin’s response.

This could not have gotten any worse.

You were so very wrong.

Then  your ex suddenly brought up your engagement, to him of course, not Jin. Something Jin didn’t even know about. All he knew was that your ex had cheated on you with your cousin and lied about it.

The entire ordeal was uncomfortable, and he didn’t remove his hand from your shoulder.

When it was obvious he wasn’t going to leave, Jin stood up and grabbed your hand, quickly heading to the front to pay.

Your ex followed, it seemed he had taken quite a liking to bothering Jin. He even followed you both to your car.

“You know I never stopped loving y/n.”

“If that’s so true you wouldn’t have cheated in the first place, but I have to thank you because I am never letting him go. Have a good night. ” Jin said with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face..

Jin wasn’t by any means a mean person but there were lines that no one should cross and your ex crossed them. 

Yoongi:

Yoongi knew that your ex and you didn’t break up on bad terms. Rather unfortunate terms. 

You were only starting to build your business, he wanted a lot of time and you just couldn’t give that to him.

His family were still friends with your family so when he learned that he would be at your sister's wedding as well, he lost a bit of excitement.

He knew you still talked, not often but he knew every once in a while you would talk on the phone.

In all honesty he was dreading the next day. Where he would have to not only meet your family for the first time, your whole family, but also worry about your ex just coming and snatching you up.

He was scared, he had to admit he had Jimin stalk your ex on instagram a bit, he still had pictures of you from your time in university, when you guys were dating.

There was one particular one that bothered Yoongi.

It was a picture of you sleeping, it was obvious to Yoongi that you both just got done doing the deed.

It’s one of those things you really only know about your partner if you've been dating them for a while. Just little details that you notice over time.

To the world it might just look like you're sleeping, but Yoongi knows you. You NEVER sleep on your stomach. You think it’s the most uncomfortable position.

The only times you sleep on your stomach are when you're too tired to move.

And no he’s not overreacting. 

He of course didn’t bring it up, he knew you would get a kick out of it and tease him over being jealous.

But logically he knows he has nothing to worry about, what happened between you and your ex, was a long time ago. you’ve moved on even if he hasn’t.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was such a happy person. So he tried his best to be happy when you ran into your ex at the park. In the hidden area he was sure no one knew about.

The same park coincidentally that was his favorite, and that you both went to all the time.

Was he being paranoid? Probably but he had every right to.

We’re talking about the man who was your first. Not your first boyfriend or kiss but your first first. 

As in your first time, he ‘turned’ you into a man, or whatever it is that people say about first times. Or did that only apply to hetero relationships? He doesn’t care

It didn’t help that once your ex saw you, he wouldn’t stop hugging you.

Or that he started to yap about the old times when you were still together.

Like ok he didn’t need to know that one time you ate a worm because of a dare.

Or that your love language was gift giving.

First of all, it wasn’t, if he knew you as well as he claimed to, he would know that you love physical touch.

Most of your days off are spent lying around, Your head on his chest whilst he plays with your hair. Your light snoring making him smile.

Just being there and hugging him was enough for you.

It was one of his favorite things.

He knows that there have been plenty of firsts for you both as well.

It was safe to say he wasn’t exactly the fondest of your ex. He was a little jealous and insecure.

But it’s ok because when you got home you made sure to get rid of any and all insecurities he may have had.

Namjoon:

Despises your ex, No questions asked. 

Your ex was an absolute piece of trash.

Namjoon knew your family had money, and so did your ex.

But you were so ‘in love’ with your ex that you never noticed his love for your money.

You were the kindest person Namjoon ever met

Like even Namjoon lost his patience every once in a while for whatever reason

But you, God, you really never got angry, you never attracted problems or drama and stayed away from it

You were a big influence on your younger siblings, you always told them to not be pushovers but also to never start problems or fights

Namjoon was just so in love with you, you were kind, outgoing, talkative, but you also liked reading and painting, and you took workshop in your junior years which means you were very handy at a lot of things.

Like how can a person be all that

And then there was your ex, who used you, abused you and cheated on you multiple times

I mean how badly ‘in love’ do you have to be to let someone give you a scar and still take them back (don’t answer that)

But eventually after the 15th time you caught him cheating you just moved on

Yea Namjoon was in on ALL the tea.

Thankfully you met Namjoon not long after, but now here you were in a museum in Italy, and just his luck, your ex just happened to work there.

“Y/n?” that pesky voice, Namjoon immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and leaned against you

“Oh my God, Y/n, I haven’t seen you in years.”

Yeah, he was totally going to make a scene if he got too close.

Namjoon deliberately pulled you away from him, enough for him to know you were avoiding him, making sure your ex watched as he kissed you. 

Jimin:

Jimin loathed your ex. 

Why did he have to be so damn bubbly, and more importantly why did he have to make it so hard to dislike him.

He was just all smiles and laughter like Hobi. 

Which marks the question, why the hell did you break up with him?

You mentioned once that it was because you lost feelings for him, but you guys were high school and college sweethearts.

All and I do mean all of your friends and family had mentioned how they were so sure you would marry him. 

It kind of irritated him… no, it for sure irritated him.

He told you that he was uncomfortable that you all slept under the same roof during reunions. (Your family’s loaded.)

You had told him that just because his family and friends thought those things a few years back doesn’t mean it was going to come true, nor did it mean your feelings for him would magically reappear.

He wanted to get along with him, he really did.

But it was just so hard for him when he knew that this man had you the same way he has you.

That he’s seen you, all of you. Experienced everything before him.

He can’t help it. It’s pure jealousy. Jimin is a very jealous and possessive person. 

But he would never put you in a tough situation, he understood that you and him were just friends.

Taehyung:

Your ex was a straight up psycho.

He had DM'd him on instagram harassing him to no end.

Spouting nonsense, but I mean you did technically leave him for Tae but still all nonsense.

I mean he had you cut off from your family, you being the fool in love, you believed everything he said to you.

Then you met Taehyung on a business trip.

Your ex believes Taehyung turned you against him.

I mean you can’t say he’s not crazy, your ex threatened to fly out all the way to Korea to ‘get you back.’

Taehyung, although he would never voice this outloud did fear that you would leave him for your ex.

Your ex was an excellent manipulator.

He was also handsome and very feminine looking.

He found a picture of you on his instagram where you're holding hands and he could only note how small his hands were in yours, or how he was significantly shorter than you both and you would lean down to kiss his cheek.

Basically everything Tae wasn’t.

His hands were big, and when it came down to it he was only two inches shorter than you.

You and your ex were the perfect instagram couple, but he was batshit crazy.

And well you know what they say, don’t believe everything you see on the online.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was completely insecure about your ex.

First of all, you were a bisexual male. So that alone meant he had more competition than if you were just gay.

And second you were married before him, with kids!!

You left your wife a long time ago before your kids were born, because you both just could never have peace.

You fought all the time and she would walk out on you several times to ‘scare you.’

You were both very toxic in that relationship, you decided for the sake of happiness and safety of your kids you would separate and have shared custody over them.

It’s better than the kids growing up in a bad home environment and watching their parents fight all the time.

Therapy hadn’t worked so what else could you do.

They would spend the school year with her and stay with Jungkook and yourself over the summer.

So far things were going great, now that the kids were starting to understand things they didn’t seem to have a problem with anything. They were happy.

There had never been a problem… with the kids.

It’s been very clear to him that your ex wife still had some kind of attachment to you and vice versa. 

She was the mother of your children, you would always have a special love for her.

That’s where the insecurity comes in.

Legally there are no ties between you and him. Hell you don’t even live together yet and you’ve been together for 6 years now. Your twins were eight.

(You met Jungkook two years after your twin's birth, yes you are older than him.)

So there was nothing stopping you from getting back with her and cutting him loose.

It was kind of a given that Jungkook worried that one day he’d wake up only for you to tell him that you were going to give your marriage another try. 

That was his biggest insecurity, that you would go back to your ex.

His other insecurity is that your ex would give you an ultimatum, him or the twins. He already knows where you stand.

You’d choose your twins over anyone and everyone.

He tolerates your ex but isn’t the biggest fan, especially at reunions. 

That’s where he’s the most jealous, you look like the picture perfect family. 

But at the end of the day he knows that you love him and the twins love him, and even though your ex can’t stand being in the same room as him, he has nothing to worry about. 

#bts x male reader #bangtan #bottom bts #bts imagines #male reader #jin x male reader #seokjin x male reader #yoongi x male reader #suga x male reader #jhope x male reader #hoseok x male reader #namjoon x top male reader #namjoon x male reader #rm x male reader #jimin x male reader #taehyung x male reader #V x male reader #jungkook x male reader

[male-reader-haven]

❄.·˙「The Feeling's Mutual」˙·.❄

Christmas Week day 4

Y/N needs to learn to knock.🤦‍♂️

First Hobi fic also, but I have many plans for him, being my ult!! Enjoy >:)

Tags: Jung Hoseok x male reader, smut

Warnings: 18+, being walked in on, voyeurism and shared masturbation

"Hey Hobi!" You open the door to Hoseok, your best friend's room. You swear he jumps a foot off the ground shrieking.

"Y/N! Don't scare me like that!" Despite his scolding he laughs. Hoseok always knows how to laugh and create a bright mood in the room. It's part of why you love him. Plus, he is used to you usually barging into his room without warning.

"Heheh, sorry. I just had to come get you. I want to host the christmas party next week and need to talk to you about it." You and Hoseok share a generally large apartment and the other members come over often, making it the mutual home base for everyone.

"Okay, I was hoping we would do something. Not much planning to be done if it's just going to be the eight of us though." He laughs. "We already know the drill."

"True, but I want to make it interesting! We do the same things every year, we need to spice it up a bit this time." You sit down on his bed while he sits down on his swivel chair. Suddenly, the both of you look at each other with bright eyes and a shared braincell.

"Drinking games!"

---Christmas Eve---

"All right guys, it's time to liven the mood a bit." You stand up and gather the attention of the seven guys all dressed in various festive attire. The chattering and laughing dies down as their interest is piqued.

"We went all out this year." You pull out the bottles of tequila blanco from behind your back.

"Yess, shots!" Taehyung grins and claps.

"Not just any shots, my friends, but along with a twist. We are going to play a game called 'drink or death.'"

"That is NOT what you called it when you explained it to me." Hobi sits down at the table, giggling.

"I like it! Sounds daring. How do we play?" Jungkook pipes up from his end of the table.

"Basically it's like truth or dare, except if you don't want to tell the truth or do the dare that someone told you to do, you can take a shot." You explain.

"Ah, okay, I get it. So we either inevitably humiliate ourselves or get blackout drunk." Namjoon reiterates.

"How do we decide who asks who and how turns work?" Yoongi asks.

"We can let the maknae go first. You can ask whoever you want, you just can't have the same person involved in a question twice in a row. Jungkook, you ask somebody!" You point at the youngest at the end of the table.

"Jin hyung! I dare you to go and get me a snack from the kitchen." Jungkook grins. Jin groans and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly.

"Ah, this is how you treat your hyung, eh? With my old aching bones, you make me go through so much?" He gets up and retrieves JK a very raw potato.

"Hyung, I can't eat this!?"

"You should have been more specific then."

The boys all laugh, Hobi slaps the table and any nearby shoulder as usual.

As turns go by and the night gets darker, the christmas party is going well and everyone has at least 2 shots in their system. Jimin speaks up, asking Yoongi.

"Yoongi hyung, tell me that you love me." The table erupts in laughter as Yoongi doesn't hesitate to pour himself a shot. "Ah hyung, you can even text it to me, I'll be happy with anything!"

"Zero hesitation, did you see that?" Hobi is dying of laughter.

"Ok, my turn." Yoongi sighs after taking his shot. "Y/N, you have to do a lap dance for someone of your choice."

"Bet. Hurry and choose a song. Hobi, come here." You pull a chair out from the table and beckon for him to sit. He looks surprised.

"M-me?" He stammers.

"Come on let's choose a song." The maknae line crowds over Yoongi's shoulder as they decide on a song. Across from them Jin tries talking to Namjoon, who you are pretty sure is fast asleep, face down on the table.

"I'm no pussy. This is going to be a lap dance you can't get anywhere else. ARMY would kill for this Hobi, you're lucky." You smile and wink at him. Hobi's face is red, but you're pretty sure it's just from the alcohol. As the music starts to play from Yoongi's phone, you get to work, unbuttoning your shirt just enough so that it's scandalously fluttering with your movements. You sway your hips and drag your hands across yourself seductively, then turn to Hobi, who is staring at you wide-eyed. You put a hand on the back of his chair and hover above him, lifting his head to look at you while you grind over him, making sure to shoot smug glances behind you at the other members, who are both laughing and cheering you on. The music stops and you take a bow, resulting in claps and laughter from the others.

"Wow, our Y/N is something else." Jin shkes his head in feign disappointment. "See, even Namjoon is disappointed." He gestures toward a snoring Namjoon.

"Who you gonna ask next Y/N?" Jimin asks.

"Ah, right! Hobi, might as well." You turn to talk to Hoseok, but find he is rushing out of the room.

"I uh, actually have to go do aomething. I'll be back." He doesn't meet your gaze.

"Oh, okay. Go ahead." You watch him hustle away, slightly confused. "Taehyung, take my turn, I'm gonna go check up on him."

As you walk down the hallway to Hoseok's room, your mind races. What if you upset him? Maybe you went a little too far with the stupid dare. Did he even ever agree to it? You shake your head and open his door.

"Hobi, I-" You stop in shock. He is sat on his bed, face flushed and head back, pants unzipped and a hand around his cock. Upon you opening the door, his head whips to you and his eyes go wide in panic.

"Y/N!"

You immediately slam the door and turn your back. "Oh god, Hobi i'm so sorry. I should have knocked." You hear rustling and quick movements from inside.

"No its fine. Hang on, please don't leave, I can explain-" You listen to Hobi's panicked voice and suddenly it clicks for you. Your lap dance earlier...

"Hoseok... can I come in now?"

"Uh, y-yeah..."

You open the door slowly and see Hoseok sitting in his swivel chair, face buried in his arms on his desk in embarrassment.

"Listen, I just, this is definitely not how I wanted you to find out..." Despite his face being hidden, you can tell he is red. "But I like you Y/N. A lot. You're adorable and so much fun to be around and you lift me up everyday, your perfect smile and eyes and body, I just couldn't handle it..." He sighs sadly. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't ruin your christmas eve with this..."

"Hobi, look at me." You pull up another chair in front of him. Hoseok peeks out from under his arms. "It's okay, because I feel the same."

"I- huh?" He sits up and cocks his head.

"Ever since we moved in together. I can't believe I never noticed you felt the same. I mean, I noticed some things, but I thought it was just wishful thinking."

Hoseok's eyes light up, his mouth slightly agape. "I didn't think you liked guys."

"Me? A straight man? How dare you." You smile and feign offense. Suddenly he moves forward in his chair and holds you in a tight hug.

"I'm so happy..." He melts into you. You hug him back. You get that giddy feeling in your chest just like in middle school when you have a crush. Hoseok breaks away from the hug, only to lean forward again, this time planting his lips on yours. You reciprocate, closing your eyes and putting a hand on his thigh. You both get into the kiss, deepening it and exploring each other's mouths, breathing heavily in between. You break for a moment to breathe.

"Here, let me help you finish." You look up devilishly into Hoseok's eyes as they watch your hand reach down and touch his erection behind his pants, still sloppy and half-zipped from earlier. Almost instinctively, Hoseok's hand moves too, towards your own growing problem. You both undo each other's pants and pull down your shorts. You are sitting across from each other in different chairs, erections exposed and eyes locked on each other.

"Y/N, can jack you off? Please?" You nod as Hoseok's long, beautiful figers wrap around you.

"Together..." You whisper, wrapping your own fingers around Hoseok's cock. You lean forward again, passionately making out with Hoseok as you both work at getting each other off. Your moans and kisses filling the room with obscene noises as the sound of your mutual masturbation only turns you on more.

"F-fuck, this is so hot Y/N, sunshine..." Hoseok's voice is deeper than usual, putting your stomach in knots.

"Awe, Sunshine, that's a new one... hnnnn..." You smile as you pant and put your free hand to Hoseok's face as you continue to kiss. Hoseok's free hand finds a spot in your hair, tightly gripping a lock and making you moan into his mouth. Your kisses become sloppier and more hurried as you can feel his hands working you closer to orgasm. "Hobi, you're so good at this, hng, youre gonna make me come, ahh..."

Hoseok's face has a dazed, pleasured expression as he looks down into your eyes from slightly leaning back. "Shit, do you touch yourself just like this baby? Just like how you're touching me? Show me, show me what you look like when you come."

Hoseok's words set your heart on fine and you feel a pit of pleasure slowly rise. The feeling of his hand touching you and the thought of your roommate getting you off only helps bring you to the brink.

"AH, fuck, coming! Hngh!" Your voice cracks and you whimper as your cock twitches and you come into Hoseok's hand.

"That's it sunshine, fuck, holy shit!" Despite your orgasm, you continue to pump Hoseok until he squints his eyes and throws his head back, stifling a moan.

"Hn, ahha-" Hoseok orgasms not long after, his release shooting on your hand and a bit on your shirt. The both of you sit there, chests heaving and eyes locked on each other.

"Holy fuck." You breathe.

"Yeah." A smile creeps onto Hoseok's face as he looks at you.

"We should probably change and clean up before our guests wreck our place." You laugh and point to your shirts, both messy with each other's come.

"Yeah, they are definitely going to notice." Hobi smirks and lifts his shirt over his head.

"Frankly, I don't care." You reach for his face and plant a cute, tender kiss on his lips while his arms are still in the air, stuck in his shirt. You can feel his grin while you kiss him.

"Me either." He takes off his shirt and stands up, holding out his hand to help you up and lead you to the bathroom. "You really need to learn to knock!" He jokes, a face full of smiles.

You can't help but laugh at his adorable personality in contrast to his seductiveness earlier. It's going to be a fantastic year.

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~ <3

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[cinnaminyoons]

( VULTURE CULTURE. )

ミ☆ it was supposed to be a one-time thing to get your hands on his soul.

⤷ PAIRING jhs x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 5.1k

⤷ TAGS demon!reader (& tae + jk), demonic possession, misinformed assumptions of cheating, one small scuffle, jk & reader bully each other bc that’s what heroes do

⤷ REQUESTED

Howdy! This is a first request, and I know this is a weird one, but can I request a oneshot of Hoseok finding out that his bf is actually a demon in disguise? Please and thank ya

the pretty brunet could not look more out of place in the bar if he tried.

you gaze down over the balcony's railing as the newcomer gapes up at the expensive drapery and luxurious furnishings. even from your second-storey seat, you can see those brown puppy eyes widening as they flit about nervously; it's clear he's never visited a ritzy speakeasy like this before, let alone one of kim taehyung's infamous functions.

it is a good thing there isn't much of a dress code, or he would be terribly underdressed. his simple buttoned green t-shirt and black jeans are styled with a pair of casual chuck taylors. being brushed up against by women with immaculate curls and gold satin dresses and men in perfectly-fitted armani suits, he'd certainly feel eclipsed. yet, despite the obsessive touching of his hair and rubbing of his hands, he's a definite delicacy, and anyone in the dimly-lit bar worth their salt eyes him up in interest.

"now, that is a tragedy just waiting to happen."

you scoff as you hold out your glass. "i thought comedies were more your type."

the host smiles, a hundred watts from each perfect white tooth, and tops up your wine. "i'm versatile. someone in my position must adapt to all current trends, whatever they might be."

in other words, he's a snake – quite literally. after so many centuries, he hardly tries to hide it any longer.

"besides," taehyung sighs, corking the bottle and draping himself carelessly over his chaise, "it's hard not to look when half of the room is waiting for their chance to pounce."

you swirl your glass absently.

he smirks – and he is, possibly, the only one to understand the true definition of the word. "oh, don't tell me you're about to join them. you'll be scrabbling for scraps."

you throw back the wine – "this is not an alleyway bar," you can hear him admonishing behind you – and set the empty glass down. "first in, first served, little lord. and i shall be served."

he sits properly in his seat, opening his mouth to reprimand you for your abhorrent disrespect and to threaten the connection between your head and your shoulders – but you are gone before he twists far enough around to look.

he huffs and crosses his arms. men are all the same.

the stranger's bottle-green shirt is like a breath of fresh air amongst suffocating gold and diamond. he cups a slim flute of bubbling champagne in both hands and holds it at a distance, as if unsure what to do with it. every so often, he takes a peek within and makes a troubled expression.

he's a veritable sweetheart. you can't wait to take him.

"not a fan of champagne?"

he nearly spills his drink on himself, gaze flitting about – where did you come from? who are you?

you smile. you'll be sure to make some sound when you next approach him.

"ah," he laughs slightly, glancing down at it and gesturing vaguely. "not really, i suppose."

he's even prettier up close. he tucks a dark lock of glossy hair over his ear.

"then might i interest you in something else? bottled, perhaps."

"ah, i'm not a big fan of any alcohol, really." he waves a hand and smiles, almost apologetic. "she just sort of... gave it to me, and i'm—"

"too polite to say no?"

"yeah, something like that," he chuckles breathily. his eyes drop to your chest and struggle their way back up to your face. you suppress a smile – the single done-up button struggles to maintain your decency.

you step forward to come equal with him and pluck the flute out of his hands with no resistance. placing it on a passing busser's tray, you tilt your head and say inquisitively, "i've never seen you around here before."

"that's because it's my first time." he says, "i was supposed to be my co-worker's plus-one – he comes here all the time, he told me – but i don't think he's here yet."

poor thing. left all alone for the wolves to tear apart.

"really?" a smile. "i'm not sure if i can beat his company, but i can offer mine instead. after all..." you risk brushing your fingers against the inside of his forearm. he is warm, humming with life and soul. "i couldn't leave someone so enchanting all on his lonesome."

that single touch is enough to tug at his threads, pushing spaces between his guard to slip your fingers through like a child with the cookie jar. his pupils dilate a millimetre more and a wave of goose-bumps passes over his skin.

"o-oh, i couldn't take your time like that. you know how it is. he might come along at any moment, and i—" he interrupts himself with a sharp, soft breath as you trail your fingers further up his arm. it's just the slightest press of your will against his. his pulse quickens.

you frown, playing up the sympathy. it isn't as if you don't feel sorry for the poor thing – not even the hardest of them could, seeing him idling in the corner by himself – but it's always difficult for your kind to get much going in terms of strong emotion. you've just had the time to perfect the act. "awfully rude of him, inviting you here and making you sit alone. if you're not opposed to the idea... why don't you wait upstairs with me? they say i'm quite the conversationalist."

"no," he breathes, "i wouldn't mind that at all. i'd love to. thank you."

you can't help but laugh, catching one of his gesturing hands. he's the sweetest thing, gazing up at you like some god. in a way, you suppose you all are, creating and destroying in a snap of the fingers. you can't believe someone would go to all the trouble of luring him here, only to drop him in the hands of those who already collect their fair share of poor souls.

"no need to thank me. it's an honour," you murmur, lifting his hand to your lips, "to be your entertainment for the night."

a light, brushing kiss to his knuckles, and he shivers. he gives way a little further and you hide your smirk behind something more pleasant. you'll have him, easily, by the end of the night.

—

you close the front door of the penthouse apartment softly, easing the lock into its place. the tv is on, switched to a railroad documentary and set to a low volume. 

there's a body on the couch. you wander closer.

his eyes are closed, shifting under fine-veined eyelids and long dark lashes. under his head is a too-soft pillow, folded in the middle for substance, and his hand curls under his temple. he breathes, soft and sweet, with the blurred sinking memories of deep sleep.

the tv turns off. nobody touches the remote. he shifts and his brow furrows. after a pause, his eyes crack open, and he blinks sleepily up at the tall shadow in the corner of his vision.

"angel?"

you brush his messy hair off of his forehead and hum softly, crouching by his side. "hello, sweetheart. why are you not in bed?"

"wanted..." he yawns, scrunching his nose and rubbing his eyes. "wanted to wait f'you."

you glance back at the drawn curtains over the windows. "it's nearly three, hoseok. how long have you been here? your neck will hurt tomorrow."

he sighs and rubs his cheek into the pillow, pouting up at you with the remnants of sleep hazing his dark eyes. "s'okay. seeing you will make it all better."

sighing softly, you smile and press your lips to his forehead. he hums in cosy contentment, and you slip your arms under his shoulders and knees to carry him like a new bride. he shivers as his blanket slips off of his limbs, and his bare skin bears the brunt of the sharp cold.

"where were you?" he murmurs, blinking slowly. 

 "work," you say simply. "overtime to sucker up to my boss."

"i asked one of your friends, angel. he said you left early."

you pause in the darkened hallway. your grip tightens on hoseok. "which friend?"

"kim seokjin."

bastard.

"ha-ha – what a jokester, that one. i really was doing overtime. i left him early."

you place him gently on the bed in the dark bedroom and draw the blankets up, waiting for him to lay back. he doesn't; instead, he stares up at you, his large black shirt hanging off of his shoulders. the soft white tag sticks up at the nape of his neck – your initials are scrawled on it in fading, feathering permanent marker.

"do you promise?" he asks softly.

you lean forward and press your lips to his temple, sweeping his hair behind his ear and brushing your fingers over his cheek. when you open your hand, a small round ceramic bird with orange and teal plumage nests in your palm. he can't help but giggle slightly, accepting the little trinket with a fond smile.

"i promise," you say, folding his fingers over the bird. "go to sleep. i'll join you in a moment."

when you tug the sheets up, he lies back and shifts against the fluffy white pillows, placing the ceramic bird on the bedside table. he tucks his face into the blankets and gazes at your retreating figure through the enveloping shadows.

"angel."

pausing in the doorway, you glance over your shoulder.

his eyes flicker up to the little bird, watching over him while he sleeps. his gaze shifts to you beneath the blankets. "how did you do it?"

his voice is so soft, yet so bright. in all your years, you've never met anyone quite like him.

you hum and lift a finger to your lips. "magic. sweet dreams, sweetheart."

the door closes behind you, sinking the bedroom into warm darkness.

—

it's a lazy, golden evening, and the sunset bathes in the rippling waves somewhere behind an indigo horizon.

hoseok's supposed to come home any time soon. he's a kindergarten teacher, and while you're not sure how he deals with those snot-nosed brats on the daily, he seems to love his job, speaking fondly of the children he watches over while their families work hard to make sure they always have food on the table.

when the doorbell chimes, you don't have your guard up. you don't even check who it is.

a boy barges into your apartment as soon as the door cracks open.

he stops in the hallway, arms crossed and spine so straight you think it might snap if he cranes his neck too far. he picks up a red rose sealed inside a bell jar and rolls his slitted golden eyes, turning it this way and that.

"you've gone native," he remarks, tattooed knuckles rolling a souvenir coin. he sets them back on the shelf and turns to you.

you widen the door. "get out."

"i haven't even told you why i'm here."

"i already know." a headache builds behind your eyes. "what would you like me to say? i'm ever so sorry, i will not do it again?"

"yes," he sniffs, "but with less sarcasm. my feelings are easily hurt. all this?" he gestures broadly with both arms. "it's not a good look on your otherwise pristine record. i'll tell on you," he threatens.

"what are you – five years old?" you shut the door harder than necessary; he won't leave until he has said his piece. he never does. "just because i am the favourite and you are not doesn’t mean you are allowed to stomp on my sandcastle."

"it's a shitty fucking sandcastle," he snaps, stepping forward and jabbing his finger into your chest. "it deserves to be stomped on."

"you deserve to be stomped on." you push him backward into your apartment, away from the thin walls. "whose skin have you stolen tonight? this poor boy... not usually the type you usually like to wear, jungkook."

"he's temporary." he huffs, lifting a pair of sunglasses from his t-shirt collar to his head. "he was the only one around who was wearing a pair of these. you should consider yourself lucky. skipping alongside these humans with these deadlights—" he gestures sharply at his face "—is a sure-fire method of getting a one-way trip to the nearest church."

"stop being so self-conscious, kitten. your eyes are really quite adorable."

he hisses.

you raise your hands in mock defence. "lower your hackles. as much as i enjoy our stimulating conversations, i have more important matters to attend to. you wished to tell me something?"

"you're stupid and i hate you."

arching a brow, you say, "nothing different, then. is that truly what you came here to relay?"

"boss is gonna flay you alive when i tell him what you're really doing," he says smugly. "fraternising with the humans? letting them call you 'angel' and calling them 'sweetheart'? it's so disgustingly lovey-dovey and – ugh – human. you can't even love."

you glance at the clock, ticking away on the wall, and turn back to the kitchen, where a tray of unbaked cookies sits by the preheating oven. opening the oven door hits you with a melting heat and you slide the tray in, setting a tomato-shaped timer for fifteen minutes.

"perhaps not," you respond eventually. "not in the way they do. but i protect him, and i think of him when we are apart. for me, that is love enough."

you place the tea towels aside to keep an eye on the cookies, tracing your fingers over printed bees and flowers. hoseok had been enamoured with their little fat bodies and smiling faces, and the pleasant memory of his joy tugs at your lips.

"our boss cares little for my activities up here. i still get the job done," you continue, turning around and leaning back against the counter. you inspect the child he parades around in. mid-twenties, fairly solidly-built. he wears a black denim jacket with three pins over the heart: a nearby university's coat of arms, a metallica logo, and a rectangular rainbow flag.

what a shame. he seems sweet, radiating innocence overshadowed by jungkook's intrinsic aura of impending doom. unless jungkook was kind enough to knock him out of the mental driver's seat, the boy will be fraught with strange tremors and muscle twitches for the next few weeks, as well as the fuzzy memories of this encounter. somehow, you doubt that jungkook gives enough of a damn about mortals to worry about the post-possession panic induced in them.

"you get the job done for now. i hope you know what you're getting into – you know we're not supposed to tangle with humans." he shrugs, golden feline eyes following you as you move about in the kitchen, cleaning up with a pointed noisiness. "he's still mortal."

"oh – so you care about me, do you? how cute."

"i don't!" he says hotly, scowling. "just stating the obvious."

"sure."

"i do not!"

"very well, kitten." you rest a hand on your hip, the other bracing against the bench. you lift a brow. "would you like a cookie? i've become quite proficient."

he frowns. "no, i would not. anyway, didn't you just put them in?"

"you forget the extent of what i can do."

you reach into the oven with mitts decorated with – jungkook nearly gags – another scene of embroidered bustling bees gathering pollen. straight out of the oven, you pick up a single lovely golden-brown cookie, risen just perfectly. you hold it out on a palm.

"i told you, i don't want one."

you tilt your head. "i cooled it for you."

after a moment of silence, jungkook sighs. he mutters begrudgingly, "does it have chocolate in it?"

"no. it is safe."

he takes it. he inspects it like a petri dish, and it is only when you turn your back on him that he nibbles on the edge with cattish canines.

"taehyung tells me you spend a lot of time with this mortal," he mumbles through a mouthful of warm buttery goodness, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. "says you bring him to his menagerie every weekend for something he thinks is a date. that's dangerous."

you roll your eyes; jungkook knows it, despite staring only at the back of your shoulders as you transfer the cookies into a container. "those pests know better than to hunger for what is mine. taehyung's concern is appreciated, but unnecessary."

"look – taehyung says the guy has an incredible soul. white as an angel's feather. makes even him, restrained and classy and whatever, salivate just a little. you can't be so blinded by what you call love to be immune to their desires." he snatches another cookie from the container when you place it neatly on the edge of the stone countertop. the glowing sunlight shifts from behind a thin cloud and he relaxes in the warmth, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms before him – it takes a moment before he visibly remembers the purpose of his visit. 

"anyway,” he continues, “might be a grand idea to keep track of him for a while. bringing a soul like that back home would entail a pretty bonus."

"i am working on it, kitten."

jungkook shrugs. "don't kill the messenger. plus, whatever plan you're working on seems to be taking its sweet time – you are more of an idiot than i thought you were if you think you can stave off their attacks forever. you're a fool in any case," he sighs, the humming evening sunlight bringing him an indiscreet pleasure. "the boy must learn about you at some point. you weren't always so docile, baking cookies and drinking out of cups with cute cats on them."

"you should be pleased by the latter," you retort, crossing your arms. "i am always thinking of you, kitten, even when you are not here to suck favours out of me."

"rather rude of you to assume that's all i'm here for." he grunts, swinging his legs off of the stool and standing. "accept my advice or not – i don't give a rat's ass what you choose."

"then why did you come here?"

"i – for – because i'm—" his frown deepens and he scowls furiously, a fist darting out to twist in your collar and drag you down to his height. "because you're downright stupid for fucking with romance. he can never love you once he realises what you are!"

you wrench yourself out of his grasp with an icy glare. to his credit, jungkook does not back down.

"i have had enough of you, jungkook," you growl. the sun seems to waver, darting behind a cloud, and the resulting abrupt darkness slashes a sliver of uncertainty across jungkook's features. "leave."

"not until you promise me that you'll end things with him. their lifetimes are a blink of the eye to us."

"i will not."

he throws his hands into the air. "and what about me, huh? i could be fucked just by coming here if the others find out. your reputation won't protect you for much longer."

"what does that have to do with anything?"

"i'm sticking my neck out to warn you! there's only so much you can do before everyone realises that you've mellowed out, and i'll be seen as a traitor for alerting you of them." he glares. "you need to tell him what we are. it'll keep him safe."

"no."

"yn," he says, flabbergasted. "what is wrong with you?"

"religiously, temporally, or physiochemically?"

he grabs your collar and judo-throws you to the floor, knocking a grunt out of you at the impact. "break up with him, i swear to all that is unholy," he struggles to keep his grip on you, " and stop lying to him!"

you toss him aside, pressing an arm over his throat. he wriggles and whimpers. the pressure doesn't hurt – you're too soft to hurt his vessel – but he makes those big eyes, pupils dilated until only a sliver of gold remains, and bucks his hips and jerks on your shirt in attempts to regain control.

"alright, jungkook," you say quietly, placid and dangerous, "i will let you off today because you are young and do not know better. but the next time you—"

"yn?"

you stiffen. you turn slowly over your shoulder.

hoseok stands in the doorway, head tilted and expression almost... crushed.

oh, shit. shit.

you get off of jungkook with as much dignity as you can muster and straighten your clothes, running a hand over your hair. "hello, hoseok."

jungkook staggers to his feet, shoving his sunglasses onto his face. you glance at him and pat down his wrinkled shirt and messy hair. hoseok watches, expression indiscernible.

"hi. good to meet ya. oh, would you look at the time, i was just—"

you drag him into a seat by the back of his collar and point at him. "sit," you hiss, and he scoffs. begrudgingly, he grabs a cookie from the container and nibbles at it.

gently, you take hoseok by the arm and lead him to the bedroom. he stares over his shoulder at the stranger in his kitchen. "hey... will he be...?"

"he will be fine." you shut the door behind him. "i'm very sorry for him, he can be quite a handful—"

"are you cheating on me?"

your eyes widen. "no. no, not at all, sweetheart—"

"hoseok."

a tight smile tugs at your lips and you nod, running your hand over your hair again. "right. i am not cheating on you, hoseok. you trust me, do you not?"

he watches as you take a seat on the edge of the bed. "that depends on what you say next. yn, i love you, and you've been nothing but gentlemanly to me since, but you have to understand that there's very little room for interpretation when i come home to find you on top of a man – god, barely that, he hardly looks old enough to drink. and when he makes those – sounds – and moves like that, you can't blame me for where my thoughts go."

"i-i know, and i'm sorry." shit. "but you have to believe me – i would never do such a thing to you. i care for you, infinitely deeply, and you have made me happier than i ever thought possible. your love has made me kinder, more empathetic, so please, hoseok, believe me when i say i tell the—"

"answer the damn question," he whispers, closing his eyes. "just say yes or no, yn."

you rub your hands together. "no. he... his name is jungkook."

he crosses his arms. you hurry on. "he is – something of a brother to me. he's... i'm..."

there is no easy way to break this news.

"i am a demon."

a beat.

"that remains to be seen," hoseok says cautiously.

"no, i – i mean it literally. personifications of humanity's primal fear of the strange and unknown."

hoseok makes the face you expect. you have insisted the equivalent of telling him that a jolly old man in a red suit indeed squeezes down chimneys at the end of the calendar year.

"have you been drinking?" he asks carefully, brows arched. "maybe you should lay down. i'll see this 'jungkook' kid out."

"i'm not inebriated. it is a physical impossibility."

eventually, he sighs, pressing his fingers into his eyes until stars burst behind his eyelids. "okay... okay. say that i believe you. prove it."

you stare up at him, at a loss. you are bound to this form until you relinquish it permanently, and you have grown quite attached to it. hoseok waits patiently, lips pursed.

an idea springs to mind. you jump to your feet, startling hoseok, and you apologise for it as you open the bedroom door. "come. i have proof."

in the kitchen, jungkook glances up at your entry, eyes darting down to the cookie in his hand. two more have disappeared from the container since you last saw him.

"show him your eyes," you order.

he recoils as if shot. "what the fuck? no!"

"hoseok wants proof, and you have it. you wanted to help me break the news to him, so now you will help," you say matter-of-factly. "sunglasses, please."

hesitantly, he pulls them off, only to screw his eyes shut and bury his face in his hands. "no... they're embarrassing..."

"jungkook."

he groans and reluctantly – very reluctantly – lifts his head. he parts his fingers to reveal one golden eye.

"contacts," says hoseok flatly.

"what—?  you asked for proof. his adorable eyes are not proof enough?"

"don't call them adorable..."

"i don't understand," hoseok says. "can't you just, i don't know – whip out a tail? wings? horns, maybe?"

you shake your head. "it does not work like that, i'm afraid. jungkook, uncover your face. or – you can show him your teeth."

"no," he hisses vehemently.

"then no more whining, or i will not bake for you again. remember that i don’t make threats."

he grumbles, dropping his hands. you pull out a brightly-coloured hedgehog with ribbon spines and small gold bells. hoseok stares at it, rightfully confused, until you explain, "watch his eyes."

you shake the toy in the corner of his vision and the bells tinkle. jungkook's head turns faster than normal. he glares. "that won't work on me again."

you shake the toy once more and chuck it at hoseok's feet. his head snaps to it and hoseok's eyes widen – just like jungkook's pupils.

jungkook takes a moment to register what you've done. his pupils shrink again as he scowls, crossing his arms and returning fully to his seat. "bastard..."

"do you believe me now, hoseok?" you ask.

"yeah."

you pause, befuddled. "really?"

he shrugs, tossing his messenger bag onto the couch behind him. "well, you have this odd way of speaking. i thought it was charming; i don't know many people who would use 'inebriated' rather than 'drunk' in a casual conversation, you know, and sometimes your little magic tricks feel a little too magic."

"yeah, man," jungkook pipes up, "relax a little. even i don't sound like i'm stuck in a period drama, and i haven't been topside since i met charles the third. the spanish one," he adds.

"that's a lie."

"that’s a lie," jungkook concedes quickly, "but it gets my point across, and that is the important part."

hoseok glances at him and he reaches for his sunglasses. you slide them out of his reach, and he could coax them out from under your hand with a little demonic urging, but he doubts you'd let that pass.

he sighs. he gestures vaguely as he rises to his feet. "i hate the tension in this room. i'm done here."

you move towards him. "don't you dare, jungkook—"

his eyes roll back. he collapses into your arms.

hoseok squeaks. you shake your head and attempt a smile for him, bouncing the limp body in your arms and placing him lengthwise along the couch. "he should be fine. when he wakes up, it will not be jungkook."

"does it hurt? do we need to call an ambulance?"

"he may be disoriented for a moment, but it should pass. he might want some water – bottled. thank you."

when the boy wakes up a few moments later, lifting his heavy head from the pillow beneath it, his groggy gaze meets yours. his eyes slide closed.

he bolts upright.

"hey, hey," hoseok says softly, gentle smile warm and welcoming as he eases to his knees. "you're alright. my name is hoseok, and this is my boyfriend, yn. are you okay?"

he swallows, fawn-brown eyes flickering about nervously as he scoots back into the corner of the couch. "ah... hi. i like your shirt."

hoseok beams, smoothing down the mushroom-patterned cotton. "thanks. thirsty?"

he licks his lips and nods. his gaze slips, unfocussed, every so often as hoseok pushes bottled water towards him on the coffee table. he grabs it as if he's been stranded in the desert for days.

he downs half the bottle in one go, panting as he rubs his eyes. "what... what happened? i was... heading to the bar, and..."

hoseok's eyes widen as they dart to yours. you sigh, taking his bottle from his twitching hands and twisting the cap on for him. he mumbles a sleepy thanks as he accepts it back. "how's the headache? we can turn off the lights if you prefer."

he waves a hand rather than shaking his head. "s'fine, just... feels like someone put my brain under a dough mixer. the hook ones. d'you have ibuprofen? feel like 'm gonna explode..."

hoseok stands to grab some from the cabinet. you tilt your head at the boy in front of you. "you should not accept drugs from strangers."

he sighs, curling up on the couch and closing his eyes. "i know... i dunno. feel like i can trust you – s'weird. like you're really important to me, somehow. dunno. please don' chainsaw me in half..."

he's already dozed off by the time hoseok returns with an unbroken box of painkillers. he sets the box down on the table and gently slips the water bottle from his loose grasp, setting them both on the table.

hoseok frowns at the boy on the couch. "did he say you were important to him?"

you shrug, tucking your feet under the chair neatly. "jungkook cares little about how he leaves. it is likely he forgot a part of himself when he left so abruptly." you hum. "it is good, however, to know that he trusts me so much that a mortal with a remnant of him feels secure enough to fall asleep around me."

you raise your eyes from the boy napping in your home; hoseok gazes back with an odd, lopsided grin, leaning against the backrest of the couch. "what is it, sweetheart?"

he shakes his head, laughing softly. "it's strange that you say you're a demon, the embodiment of all that is scary and evil, and you light up like a christmas tree at the idea of being trusted completely."

"well, demons are rare to trust," you try to reason, but hoseok's smile only grows. he steps closer and tilts your chin up.

"you're just a big softie," he whispers, pressing his lips to yours. he tastes like vanilla chocolate lollipops, sweet and warm. "my softie."

#hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok x male reader #jung hoseok x male reader #hoseok x reader #bts x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #m!reader #bts fanfic

[namjoonboo]

Hi, I don’t know if you take requests or not but if you do, can you write a poly relationship with Namjoon & J-hope that really wants to make their sub top boyfriend feel good

Relax..

Namjoon x j-hope x male reader

Warnings: poly relationship, dom!bottom!namjoon, dom!bottom! j-hope, sub!top! Male reader, smut, tying up, 2 rounds, aftercare.

A/N: I always take requests at any time:) I had too much fun with this one,,

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Namjoon and j-hope loved Y/N. The three boys have been dating for 1 year and a half. Sometimes it felt like they were together for a very long time.

The three boys also kept their relationship a secret of the public. Mostly for their safety. The three boys also shared a home with each other.

Currently, Y/N had a tiring day at work. His boss was forcing him to have extra hours even tho Y/N already was doing overtime.

Also that Y/N's coworkers have been being such a ass to him. It was pressing Y/N to his limits but he just shut himself so he doesn't get fired.

When Y/N got home, it was 7:00 pm. Y/N put all of his stuff down and passed out on the couch.

J-hope and namjoon saw the sudden change in Y/N's behavior. "I think he had a bad day at work.." J-hope said to namjoon. Namjoon looked at Y/N passed out on the couch.

"I think so too." Namjoon said back. "Do you want help him?" J-hope said. "In what type of way...?" Namjoon said. "You'll see...."

....

Y/N was tied up to the shared bed that the three boys shared. Y/N was also naked on the bed while tied up.

"God j-hope I love your idea~" namjoon said packing j-hope's lips. J-hope giggled at namjoon. J-hope and namjoon were also both naked waiting for Y/N to wake up.

"Let's just wait for him to wake up~" namjoon said to j-hope. Namjoon took out the TV remote and turned on the TV while they waited for Y/N to wake up.

After 10 minutes, Y/N opened his eyes to see namjoon and j-hope watching TV. He also noticed that he couldn't move. "N-namjoon, j-j-hope....?" Y/N said in shock.

Namjoon and j-hope turned around to Y/N awake. "Rise and shine prince~" namjoon and j-hope said to Y/N. Y/N slowly got hard seeing namjoon and j-hope naked in front of him.

"Shh~ just relax prince, we know you had a hard day at work." Namjoon said while j-hope got behind of Y/N.

Namjoon lined up his hole up to Y/N's cock. Namjoon put his hands on Y/N's shoulders and slammed down on Y/N's cock.

Y/N moaned loudly while namjoon was going down on him. J-hope pulled Y/N's hair so he could look at him. J-hope shoved his cock in Y/N's mouth.

"F-FUCK OH MY G-GO- AHH!" Y/N said moaning very loud while he was sucking off j-hope and namjoon was going down on him in a rough way.

When j-hope came in Y/N's, he grabbed Y/N's head and made out with him to taste his cum on Y/N's lips.

Namjoon was a panting mess. "Oh my god Y-Y/N.. Ur so b-big, AAH~" Namjoon said smirking and moaning. Namjoon and j-hope looked at each other and smirked at each other.

Y/N was so in the pleasure. He loved the namjoon was riding him so rough. Namjoon was also leaving hickeys around Y/N's chest.

When Y/N finally came in namjoon, he screamed out and moaned. Namjoon also came on Y/N's tummy.

Y/N felt namjoon come off of his cock and he saw j-hope go in front of him. And he felt namjoon go behind him.

"W-what are you g-guys d-d-doing...?" Y/N said.

"I wanna feel you inside me~" j-hope said and he grabbed Y/N's cock. While namjoon was behind of Y/N and Y/N could feel namjoon fingering him.

"N-namjoon!!" Y/N moaned at namjoon fingeing him. J-hope slammed down on Y/N's cock and started to ride him.

"A-ahhHH!! Its too g-good!!" Y/N said while being overstimulated. It felt so good to Y/N. He could feel j-hope also riding him never roughly and he could also feel namjoon fingering him roughly.

Namjoon forced Y/N's face to look at him. Namjoon smashed his lips on Y/N's lips and roughly explored Y/N's mouth while still fingering Y/N.

J-hope also left hickeys on Y/N's chest while he rode him. The overstimulation felt too good.

When Y/N came again but in j-hope, he let all of his moans out. "F-F-FUCK!!!~" Y/N screamed out. J-hope felt himself cum on Y/N tummy. Namjoon took his fingers out of Y/N hole after he came.

Y/N felt j-hope untangled the ropes on him. And Y/N also felt namjoon arms around his neck and pushed him close to him.

When j-hope was done untying the ropes on Y/N, j-hope said "let's take a shower guys" namjoon nodded and the three of them took a shower together. And they checked the time and it was 10:59 pm.

The shower was a slow shower. J-hope and namjoon kissing Y/N and comforting him. The both of them asking how Y/N's day was and Y/N telling them how he had a bad day.

When they were done taking a bath, the three of them dried eachother and put on their PJ's.

When Y/N got on the bed to go to sleep, j-hope and namjoon were cuddling Y/N to make him feel better. Y/N was basically sandwiched in the middle of them.

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Made by namjoonboo on December 23rd 2022.

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[marsrblg]

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[joonlaksme]

October 31st

Jung Hoseok - Cuddling (M)

Hoseok treads through villages and small towns, finally reaching your hut once again like he has so many times. He’s a bit surprised he even remembers every thing that happened. Before he can knock on your door, something brushes against his leg and he jumps almost immediately. His heart calms when he just realizes it’s your cat with a purple ribbon in its mouth.

“Tengu, what did I tell you abou-“ And your sight raises from your cat to Hoseok.

“I’m home.” He says and smiles. He had no idea what else to say to convince you of his identity. He had nothing else but the clothing on his back and the weakest magic he could muster.

You step back, hands trembling. Your hat tips off of your head with the wild jerk you make when you step back and your magical force field fades off as you focus less on your magic and more on the miracle in front of you. You had blamed yourself for so long; if only you were there in time-

“Hey, hey-!” He runs up to you and notices the way your eyes get glossy. They fill with tears and quickly spill over, “Babe, I’m here.”

“I-I thought you were dead…” Then gears start to move in your head and you move his hands off of you. While your heart is telling you to welcome him in with no questions, your brain is telling you to think of this logically. Your forcefield grows back, so strong that it makes your entire being turn red with a mixture of your fury. He winces at the burn it emits on his skin. “This is a sick joke. I told you people to leave me alone. I don’t know how you figured out how to do it but…this-“

Then you hear a tumbling sound from beside you. You take a second to look and see your broom on the floor. It was previously hanging on the wall.

“I’m weak, I know. But it is me.”

You allow him to get a bit closer to you but you’re still on guard. The people who live closest to your hut are the worst type of people who will not stop playing pranks on you just to force you away. You refuse to stay anywhere else because this has been your home longer than they have settled and you are too stubborn. If you were to move, that would mean that they would win this silent feud.

“I can’t believe you haven’t moved yet.” Hoseok shows off a bright smile that makes you feel warm inside. You fight off the feeling. “It doesn’t look that different.” But when he turns to look at you again, he sees the seriousness on your face. He lets out the smallest sigh and then says, “I’ll tell you exactly what happened but first can I just…can we hug? Something?”

You’re rack your brain for the risks of that but come with nothing and you risk it. When was the last time you had hugged someone that wasn’t your cat?

When you get close enough, you hug him. You take in his warmth and the scent that is so wholly him. He, just as nostalgic, subtly presses a kiss on your shoulder and sighs into your arms. It doesn’t take you too long to succumb and to declare that this is Hoseok. If it isn’t, who else would have the skill to know a man such as him to a T?

The first few days are spent catching up and quizzing him on things: “only the real Hoseok would know.” Things such as potion recipes and different spells. You sleep in separate beds. You try to sleep with difficultly, knowing the love of your life may be in the next room.

When you decide this is the real him, he gives you an explanation to everything. What exactly happened and why he’s here now.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks. The two of you shuffle in your bed. It’s a bit too small for the two of you but you manage with your position. His body in front of yours as your arms are wrapped around his.

You hum sleepily in reply, pressing yourself to him in an attempt to be as close as possible. However there is one thing you forget to notice.

“Oh? What’s this?” He wiggles himself against your crotch and you feel heat rushing to your cheeks. You hadn’t even noticed.

“Don’t worry too much about that.”

“I want to.” He flips himself around and immediately presses his lips to yours, goosebumps raising on your body as you bask in this forgotten love. The forgotten love that you never moved away from even after all this time. He kisses down your chest like he really cares for you. Your relationship, just as fresh and genuine as the first day it had started. You can even sense his heartbeat and as he drags his soft lips down your body, you feel overwhelming emotions rise up in you all over again.

Your sniffle is what brings him back from under the sheets and back to you. He holds you close to him with no words and rubs your back until you sleep in his arms.

#hoseok x male reader #kinktober #happy halloween #I did this so last minute #suggestive #bts fanfic #fanfic

[star-suh]

ALLEY-FUCK

Wonho x Male Reader

cw: top wonho, public/semi-public sex, unprotected sex, two rounds, dumbification, thigh riding, a little bit of unnoticeable fluff sparkled at the end.

an: idk if "ooh-ed" is an actual word but wtv.

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it was one of those wild parties with shirtless dudes showing their muscles, women in bikinis living their best life and lots, lots of alcohol, y/n was having fun drinking and flirting with men left and right and then he decided to play beer pong.

"so who's gonna play with me?" asked a drunk y/n, everything was absolute silence until someone raised their hand "me" he just said.

There he was in his maximum splendor, he was only wearing jeans that showed part of his underwear, perfect washboard abs, large and juicy pecs and lips that y/n would never stop kissing. "if i win you're gonna have to kiss me" flirted y/n, everyone laughed and ooh-ed "but if i won what can i have?" asked wonho, lust can be seen in his eyes "whatever you want" replied a sassy y/n.

y/n obviously lost, let's say he doesn't have very good aim but he was thankful for that, he was now in a dark alley he's standing with his legs open waiting for wonho to lower his pants and introduce his thick meat inside him "now let's get started before we get caught" he whispered biting y/n's neck and railing him into oblivion. the adrenaline of being caught doing wonders down there in y/n's hole. everytime he hears something like footsteps he clenches so hard "fuck you're choking my dick so good. guess i will have no choice but to flood you with my sperm". y/n just moaned at the thought.

wonho is a monster when he fucks, he came inside y/n but that didn't stopped him "i'm gonna fuck that cum out do you hear me?" y/n already lost in pleasure just nodded and said nonsenses "can't believe i fucked you dumb" he murmured grabbing y/n by his legs, lifting him and fuck him in a cannonball position. with every thrust wonho's cum came out of the used hole while his thick fuckmeat was painted in white with some type of foam forming at the base of the shaft. "best ass i've ever fucked" he licked y/n's neck and left a mark on it. lastly wonho just sat on the floor while y/n rode him but every time he went down wonho's cock he does it hard causing a delicious clapping sound. 

"you're thighs are sooo big" spewed y/n rubbing them with his hands "wanna ride them pretty boy?" asked the muscular man and he just nodded. pulling out the cock with a wet pop sound y/n started riding his juicy thigh using the remaining cum as some kind of lube, "fuck~ I fucking love this!!" he moaned loudly. the friction of the thigh against his balls made him cum right at the spot staining the floor with his thick semen "this is the best night of my life" y/n said as he leaned his back against wonho's chest and abdomen, caressing his cheeks and ears. "the best night of your life until now" replied wonho kissing y/n while lifting his legs and resuming the fucking again.

#wonho x male reader #lee hoseok x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #wonho smut #wonho x male reader smut #lee hoseok x male reader smut

[venusrising91]

Noise Complaint

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers/hate to love (no plot just vibezzzz)

Summary: Your new nextdoor neighbor, Wonho (Lee-ho) is a loud, inconsiderate gym rat. He keeps you up all hours of the night with his seedy escapades and you're sick of it. 

Word count: 2,014 (2 pages)

T/W: aggression, physical violence

It was 4am and you had work at 8, yet rest was as far from your reach as the sun would be once it rose. 

Short hours. 

You had short hours to get some much needed sleep. But no matter how hard you’d tried, you hadn’t been able to reach the REM state and it was all thanks to your obnoxious, ridiculously muscular neighbor, Lee-ho. 

    For the third time this week, giggling voices and blaring music, followed by high-pitched moans had kept you wide awake. Usually, after one or two rounds with whatever girl he’d picked up scouring city night clubs, the mewls and slaps and yes daddys would subside, and you could finally drift. But tonight, he seemed to have endless energy. You heard his date come four times. Back to back.

    It was almost 6:30 by the time they wore themselves out.

    You’d barely slept. At the office, you struggled to keep your eyes open, staring through slits at the charts on your computer. The project manager noticed you nodding and called you into her office after the meeting. As head graphic designer, you were expected to oversee and execute this assignment—because securing this client would ensure you a raise next quarter, but the arrival of your new neighbor had thrown a wrench in your performance.

    She threatened to take you off the project and her disappointment was all you could think about on your commute back home.

    In the apartment lobby, you pressed the button on the elevator console so hard it nearly jammed.

    “Sup bruh.” You whipped your head around and there was Lee-ho, all 6 feet of him, donned in gym wear and sipping on some colorful drink. You clenched your teeth.

“Hey,” you mumbled back with listless regard.

    The elevator doors opened and Lee-ho walked gingerly ahead of you. Before he could step inside however, his cell slipped from his pocket. As he bent you couldn’t help but notice his butt: firm, round, muscled. You tore your eyes away and carded your hair. Inside, the music was soft and unobtrusive. The exact opposite of Lee-ho.

“How you feeling?” he asked, plunging his hands into his pockets.

“Tired.”

He snorted. “Oh yeah, me too.”

    “I’m sure you are.” You glared at him, slightly envious of the angle of his jaw, of how much sharper it was than yours. And envious also of the broad span of his chest, his neat features, his lips, his hair. He was by all accounts, an objectively better looking man than you and this only added to your irritation.

    “What d’you mean by that?” asked Lee-ho, quirking his brow. He must have sensed your frustration because now he was folding his arms, closing up. You didn’t care.

    “You know the walls that separate us are paper thin, right?”

    “Yeah, and?”

    The doors slid open on your floor. “I can hear everything. All the time.” You stepped out before him, stalking down the hallway.

    “My bad, dude. I’ll keep it down,” he shouted after you. There was a smug air about his tone and you ignored him as you shoved your key into the lock. It was only 7pm but you were exhausted. After a quick dinner of leftover pasta, and an even quicker shower, you went to bed, desperate to get back the hours you’d lost. You drifted in minutes, sleeping soundly, until loud music and moans yanked you from your dreams at 2am.

    You leapt from the bed, pulling on a robe, not bothering to tie it. It took less than two minutes for you to reach Lee-ho’s door. You pounded on it furiously, on and on, until he swung it open. For a moment, each of you stood silently observing one another. He was fully nude, sweating and cupping his genitals as his eyes swept over you. They lingered on your chest, you noted, then trailed up to meet your gaze. Despite your robe, you felt suddenly bare, and exposed. Quickly you tied it, covering yourself from him.

    “What the fuck, dude?” said Lee-ho.

    “Keep it down.”

    “Yeah and what if I don’t?”

    “I’ll write a formal complaint. You're violating code of conduct with this shit. Some of us have actual jobs, you know?”

“I have a job.”

“Gym bro influencer and fuckboy does not an occupation make.” This was rude, and uncalled for. But you were sleep deprived. Lee-ho's shoulders slumped down a measure—he appeared somewhat diminished in the face of the insult and you almost felt bad for him. Your eyes fell on his abs however, and then, without meaning to, dipped even lower, catching a glimpse of what was too large to be completely covered by his palm. Even his cock was better than yours—he didn’t need your pity. Without waiting for a retort, you turned and stormed down the hall.

Back in your bedroom, the beginnings of an erection tugged at the tender flesh between your legs. And by the time you lay back in bed, you were rock-hard, and aching.

    In the morning you shaved and contemplated calling out, but you really couldn’t afford to. At work, you tried to concentrate but all you could think of was Lee-ho, of his throbbing head, peeking up from behind his hand in the middle of the doorway. You didn’t like men. At least you thought you didn’t. You’d had a few girlfriends in the past and once or twice thought about experimenting with a guy back in college but no one ever drew you in. No one ever attracted you the way—

    Enough, you weren’t doing this. What were you thinking? You weren’t into dudes and especially not ones you despised as much as Lee-ho. He probably never had to work for anything a day in his life. Just had to show up and collect everyone's praise and adulation. 

Prick.

    Back at the apartment, you took the stairs to avoid crossing paths with him. Thankfully it was Friday, and you could catch up on your shows without feeling guilty for missing the sleep that was so hard to come by lately. 

After dinner and a shower, you binged a season of a new show on Netflix, and dozed off halfway through. But a short while later, a sharp knock on the door jolted you awake.

    You shuffled to it, half-dazed. Waiting on the other side was Lee-ho, glaring a hole through your forehead.

    “You know, you’re a real asshole?” he declared. 

    “Could say the same about you.”

    “What you said the other night—you don’t talk to people like that. I want an apology.”

    You scoffed and made to shut the door. But he stopped it, forcing it open. “Get off the door and fuck off,” you clipped.

    “Or what?”

    Impulse and anger drove you to shove him, which was stupid. His arms alone were twice the size of yours. He shoved you back and you stumbled into your apartment. Lee-ho stepped over the threshold, letting the door slam behind him. Then his hands were on you again, crashing into your chest. It knocked the air from your lungs. Enraged, you swung and missed. He caught it and wrapped his hand around your throat, pinning you against a wall. His face was inches from yours as he strangled you, but slowly, his grip loosened. Each of you were panting. He smelled expensive, like Tom Ford—the scent filled you, clouded your head and senses. His breath on you was warm, his lips resting short inches from yours. He brought them even closer, until the tips of your noses were grazing.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

    “I—I’m not—I’m straight but…your…” he trailed off, hand sliding across your chest.

    “You wanna fuck me, that it?” Neither of you said a word, only stood there, gazing, panting. Then your hand traveled down, until it landed on his crotch. You palmed his cock, and found it was already hard for you. After the other night, you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Once it was in your mouth, he made the most helpless sounds, cupping your head and guiding you as you swallowed it again and again.

    “Fuck, your throat feels s-so good,” mewled Lee-ho. You fought against your gag reflex, getting harder each time he shoved it in, down to the hilt. Your eyes watered. You never thought the taste of cock could turn you on this much. Women were lovely and all but this was something else entirely. It was like satisfying some primal urge you never knew existed until now. You squeezed his balls gently, sucking him all the while. He came in minutes and stood over you shivering as the orgasm rippled through him.

    You rose, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Lee-ho dropped to his knees, pulling down your boxers. He took you in his mouth and it felt like the world stopped spinning. His tongue swirled around the tip, one hand cradling your heavy balls, the other gripping your ass, a finger seeking the rosebud. He tried to slip it in but you panicked, bucking away like a spooked horse.

    “I thought you said you were straight?” you whispered.

    He popped your cock from his warm mouth. You twitched as he smirked up at you. “Chicks like it sometimes. I figured you might wanna give it a try. Feels tight though, got any lube?”

    You hesitated, wondering what it would be like to have his finger circling inside you. There was nothing but heat and silence as you stared down at him. “In the bedroom,” you said, breathlessly.

    As you lay on your back watching his chiseled body shift in the dim light, he slathered the lube you kept in your bedside drawer onto his middle finger. Then he drizzled some over your erection, spreading it with long strokes.

    “Fuuuuuck,” you whined, arching at the pleasure, at the way he gripped you.

“You like that?” With this, he slid a finger inside you, taking it slow. The pressure had you arching even more. Once he eased you past the initial pain, all you could do was moan and claw and look down at your rock-hard cock as he pumped you in two places, at different paces. In the front he squeezed tight, giving you fast, steady strokes, but in that pulsing spot between your cheeks he worked you soft and deep, taking his time as his finger explored your depths. The pressure was glorious, and you felt your entrance contracting around him. “You’re dripping for me,” he cooed. You looked down at yourself as he gripped the base, a long rope dangling from the tip onto your stomach. He licked it, dragging the pad of his tongue along your abs, then swallowed you whole. After a few hard sucks he pulled back, finger still buried in you, coaxing out spasms you couldn't control. Fuck he was so attractive, you never thought a man could make you feel this good.

    The next moment, you were shooting ropes in the air, convulsing under him and fisting the sheets as he drained you. He let you pant there, chest heaving, before taking your length back into his mouth. He sucked and finger-fucked you through your sensitivity, ignoring your loud moans and cries. You asked him to stop but you didn’t mean it. You wanted more and he gave it to you. All night. After your third orgasm you could barely stay conscious.

Lee-ho crept beside you, watching as you shivered your way through the leavings of your latest high. 

    “I’m s-sorry,” you muttered between waves of it, “about the other day. You’re right, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.”

    He chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll be quiet from now on, promise.”

    You couldn’t quite keep your eyes open, and drifted then, still tingling from what he'd done to you. Your rest went uninterrupted for the first time in weeks. But when you woke, Lee-ho was gone.

    From then on, the noise had stopped, just like he'd promised. But a few times a week, just before bed, there came a knock at your door, and a smirking, half-naked Lee-ho waiting on the other side of it.

#wonho imagines #lee wonho #lee hoseok #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #shin wonho #lee hoseok smut #monstax smut #monsta x wonho #kpop x you #kpop x y/n #wonho x reader #wonho x you #yaoi #bl manhwa #mm romance #male reader

[clouddd-hannn]

Can I request the dirtiest thing you can write about wonho and m!reader. Preferably where the reader is a nerd and wonho is a jock or himbo type boyfriend. Please and thank you!

PAIRING: Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x Nerd!M!Reader GENRE: Smut, Fluff WARNING(S): gay slurs, jock wonho, nerd x jock, wonho bullying reader, dubcon, manipulation, mentioned beating, power bottom reader, no foreplay, blackmailing, slight yandere theme (m!reader), exhibitionism, voyeurism, pervert Wonho, degradation, spanking, choking, orgy (?) SUMMARY: Wonho should've think twice before he masturbated to a girl's underwear. Or else he wouldn't have been caught in a very "hot" situation.

(P.S. THIS CONTAINS BLACKMAILING AND STUFFS. I'M WARNING Y'ALL)

(P.P.S. I don't exactly know what being "himbo" means, so I don't think I've portrayed Wonho as a himbo)

"Ah, fuck.." The muscled man groaned as he jerked himself off in the girl's locker room, a pink underwear he stole from one of the girls yesterday was up his nose as he sniffed on it. "Shit," he moaned, gathering speed on his hand movements that was on his dick.

(bold) Holy shit. This smells so good. (end) He thought before he felt that familiar coil just below his stomach as his breaths became ragged, nearing his climax. "Oh god, fuck!" He groaned as he threw his head back and with a silent gasp, ropes of white strings came spurting out from his cock. "Hooooly shit," he muttered as he leaned on the locker, recovering from his high before using the underwear to wipe his cum-painted hand and dick.

Just then, a white flash blinded Wonho's eyes. This made the said male panic as he looked around, but to his dismay. Deciding that someone must've been there, he threw the underwear at a nearby trash bin and placed his flaccid cock back in his pants and exited.

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You walked through the hallways with your books clutched closely into your chest, making sure to avoid every student that is close by. Fixing your glasses on top of your nose, you stopped before looking at the field, admiring the athletes that were busy playing soccer.

"Hey, look," you heard someone speak as they neared you, making you turn towards the owner. You looked down at your feet before offering a small bow and attempted to walk past them, but they were obviously stronger than you as they held on to your arm. "Where're you going?"

Hearing Wonho's voice, you looked up at him then just stared at him before looking away. "I-I'm off to class. Please let go," you pleaded but only heard snickers before they pushed you down, your books getting scattered on the floor. "Ugh."

Wonho smirked. "Aww? Off to class? Weren't you busy checking out the players, fag?" He spoke, you only grumbling as you fix your classes then attempted to get your books, but one of Wonho's friends pushed you down with his foot which sent stumbling back down.

"Please, I have to go. I don't want to be late," you pleaded but again it only fell on deaf ears as they only snickered and pulled you up by your uniform. "Wh-where are you taking me? I really have to go to class," you explained but the gang only teased you before you were all inside an abandoned classroom.

They pushed you down on the floor and began to beat you up with no remorse, all you could do was try to shiled yourself using your arms. And a little while later, with bruises evident on your back, neck, arms, legs did they eventually stop.

As they walked away from the scene, Wonho managed to catch that maniacal look on your face before they exited the classroom. "Let's go. We'll be late for basketball practice," he said as they ran towards the gymnasium.

Later that same day, the athletes (including Wonho) were finally done with their practice. Wonho was already changing into his uniform as he hung a towel over his drying hair. "Wonho, we'll be going first, man," one of his teammate said before saluting the mentioned male and exited the locker room.

At this point, no one else was inside the area…or so he thought. As he dried his hair, Wonho sat down and opened his phone, searching through the internet for women with big fronts. (bold) Damn, what'd I have to do to–(end)

A loud crash was heard from behind the lockers which startled the male, making him look around. "Do ghosts exist?" He muttered before going into a fighting position. "Come out! I-I'm ready to fight you!"

As soon as he said that, you walked out from the dark, eyes hidden behind your long fringes. Wonho rolled his eyes upon seeing you appear in front of him, arms crossed with a smug grin evident on his lips. "Oh, it's only you. What? You want to get beaten up again?"

You looked up at him, your eyes looking mad crazy before you lifted your phone and showed him the picture you took earlier. Wonho gasped and attempted to get your phone but you were fast enough to react as you retracted your hands and placed it inside your pocket. "Hey! What the hell?"

"You should know better than to jerk off in the girl's locker room, Wonho," you started as you neared him with a smirk plastered on your mouth. "Masturbating to a girl's underwear? Foolish and pathetic," you insulted the male before you charged at him and pushed him down on the floor.

The other male let out a surprised groan as he touched his bottom. Before he knew it, you were already on top of him which surprised him. "Wh-what are you doing?" Wonho asked and tried to get off but he soon realized that his hands were tried. "What? How…?"

"Don't let your guard down, Wonho. Out of your group, you've always been the dumbest out of them," you insulted him before placing your hands onto his pecs, squeezing them harshly which earned you a breathy gasp from the male, the smile on your face turning maniacal as you got hard at Wonho's reactions. "No one else can have you, but me. Only I get to be the one who you beat up, call me names, whatever. Just me."

Your words made Wonho shiver in fear as he tried to push you away. But despite your smaller stature, you wouldn't even budge an inch. "Are you insane? You're out of your mind, fag!" Wonho shouted but was soon silenced whe you began unzipping his pants. "What the—I'm not gay!"

You only laughed like a crazy witch as you went back to face him. "Look, Wonho. I don't think you know who is in charge right now. It's me, you can call me anything you want. Anything, and I'd be grateful," you pointed out before going back to undoing his pants.

Wonho could only sit there in horror, watching as you fish his dick out of his boxers. "For a talker, you seem pretty hard already. You sure you're not gay?" You teased him, using your index finger to tap the tip of fhe other male's cock.

"I'm not like you, whore," he stated but it only turned you on as you grinded your clothed member onto his exposed cock. "Hngh.."

"Wonho, I'm also hard. Aren't you happy? We're both hard for each other, it's like we're made for each other," you stated before you placed a hand on Wonho's cock, moving your hand up and down which earned you a breathy moan from the male. "Oh, you're getting bigger. I'm so glad I got myself ready before this," you commented, licking your lips as if you were staring at a five-course meal.

Then you stopped, Wonho's chest heaving up and down as he looked at you with red-tinted cheeks. "Wonho, you look so much delectable like this," you said, your cheeks colored the same as his before you stood up and begun to unbutton your pants, only feeling yourself get harder at how panicked the other male was.

"G-get away from me, bitch! Hey!" He shouted but you only neared him and squished his cheeks together. You looked dead straight into his eyes, your own eyes wide open in anger which scared the other male.

"You're gonna shut up or I'll make you," you threatened the other male who gulped but stayed silent anyway as he looked down at you. "Good boy," you muttered and patted his hair.

Wonho watched as you removed your pants and underwear, stepping out of them before going back onto his lap. "My hole is all ready for your big cock, Hoseok. I am so ready for you to pierce my ass with your dick," you stated as if you were in some sex frenzy.

The jock saw how you removed the plug that was placed inside your ass and dropped it down on the floor. "You're fucking crazy," Wonho said yet you only shrugged and lifted your hips, holding onto his hard dick as you lined it towards your entrance. "Fuck! I'm not gay, you whore!"

And like usual, you didn't listen to hi. and only prioritized your own pleasure. "We'll finally become one, Hoseok," you stated as you slowly slipped the tip of his cock into your hole, your face contorting into a pleasured look as you held onto the others v-line. "Here we go."

Just as you said that, you dropped your body down onto his lap and let out a loud moan, cumming on the spot as you threw your head back and arched your body in ecstasy, Wonho gritting his teeth at how impossibly tight your ass was. "So tight," he uttered out before you looked down at him and smirked.

Wonho couldn't deny the fact how he loved your tight walls hugged his huge cock. No one's ever managed to get it inside their pussies but here you are, taking it through your ass like a champ. "Fuuuck, your cock is so big. Do you like it, Wonho? Like it, dog?"

Somehow, that made Wonho's cock twitch inside you before he looked away and gulped. "Oh, slut. Don't be embarrassed. I'll give you everything you want," you pointed before you began to move yourself on his cock at a normal pace, Wonho looking down as to not let you see his reactions. "My god! Does my hole feel good, Wonho? Huh? I know it does."

"N-No way," Wonho stated but was taken a back when you took a hold of his huge pecs, making him moan as he clenched his fists behind him. "Get awa–agh, fuck."

You began to speed up, earning a few ragged breaths from the other male and satisfied groanas which never failed to make your cock twitch. "I'm gonna make you cum inside me until I'm full of it, until my hole takes the shape of your cock. And no one can ever satisfy you again, unless it's me."

Wonho could hear the seriousness in your voice as you said that, your words making him annoyed. "There's no way in hell that a fag's hole is gonna make me cum," he said with a snarl, looking at you. You stopped bouncing on his cock then smirked before you began to grind your ass on his lap. "Gh—ngh!"

"Really? Reallyy? Your cock is already twitching inside me," you said but was cutoff when his phone rang. You looked at him with a curious look, before it became a mischievous grin then you grabbed it from his bag and gave it to him. "Answer it. And tell them to come."

"What the fu—"

You accepted the call for him and neared him, placing the phone over his ear. "H-Hello?"

"Hey, Hoseok. The guys and I are planning to have a drinking party. Wanna come?" The guy started and before Wonho could even answer, you mouthed the words 'Invite them here' to him which he knew that he had no choice but to do so.

Wonho cleared his throat. "I'm still at the locker room—ah fuck," he moaned out as you unexpectedly began to move your hips, warming up his huge cock as you did. You heard a confused sound come from the other line before Wonho managed to get his composure. "C-come to the locker rooms, bye."

He stated before you ended the call and placed it beside him. "Now that wasn't hard, was it? As a reward, I'll take the binds off you. But if you so ever try to escape or hurt me, it's 'bye-bye' to your reputation," you threatened him, the other male gritting his teeth in anger before you chuckled and removed the binds on the other male's hands. "There, all gone--woah!"

In under one second, Wonho managed to get the upper hand as he pushed you down on the floor, almost folding you in two. A surprised look was etched on your face before it turned into a grin, you hooked your arms over the other male's neck and chuckled darkly. "I see. You want to take control?" You stated but almost flinched when Wonho slammed his whole length inside you, a loud moan coming out of you as you threw your head back and scratched his back.

"Like that, fag? Now I get to control this, not you. I'm only doing this as revenge," he defended himself and began to fuck your hole at a fast pace, eliciting sinful moans out of you. "You should know who you're messing with, bitch!" Wonho shouted before landing a harsh slap on your ass, making you gasp as you looked at the male with a lust-gazed smile.

You chuckled. "Oh my god! You're hitting all the right places, Wonho! Fuck me, fuck me harder! Deeper!" You exclaimed, already noticing the group of eyes tat were staring at you two behind by the entrance. (bold) Seems like Hoseok still failed to notice the other guys.(end) You thought, before you decided to tale things into your own hands. "What are you doing there, boys? Don't you see your team captain's enjoying himself right now?" You spoke up, making Wonho stop as he looked up and saw his teammates staring at you two, obvious tents in their pants.

"I-It's not what it looks like," he tried to explain but you cut him off.

"Oh it is what it looks like, Wonho. You're enjoying my boy pussy. Doesn't that make you…kind of gay?" You teased the other male but instead of pulling back, he began to fuck your ass again, making you moan and chuckle every time he hit those bundle of nerves inside you. "Fuck! Wonho, slow down. No one's taking you from me, we have all night."

The other male growled in anger before he let go of your legs and placed his hands around your neck, making your eyes widen but softened after as you threw your head back at the pressure around your neck. "Shut up! Shut up, fag! I'm not gay! I'm not like you!" He shouted, before you two were suddenly surrounded by his teammates. "The hell are you all doing?!"

They only stared at your blissful look before they removed their pants and began to jerk themselves off to the rhythm of Wonho's thrusts. Tilting your head to the side, you smirked and did a snappng action. "Seems like you all are pent up. My friends are waiting outside," you pointed out and just as you did, three boys entered the locker room and went down on their knees, the other boys immediately taking a place in front of them.

"Is this your plan, whore?" Wonho said before he fastened his pace, you locking your legs around his waist before you felt the pressure on your neck grow softer. "To make us gay? Huh?"

His words got you silent but you laughed like an evil witch and pushed him down towards you by his hair. "To make you gay? Hoseok, your teammates have been gay the whole time. Who;re you kidding? Even Hyungwon and Shownu, your 'so-called' best friends who beat me up earlier," you pointed out, the revelation making Wonho stop. "Why? Shocked?"

"Fuck you, M/N!" Wonho shouted and began to fuck your ass aggressively, your moans only growing louder as you pulled on his hair, your cock leaking more pre-cum as it bounced on both your stomachs. "Erk--ngh," he sounded, before his thrusts became sloppy and his brathing became ragged. "Fuck, fuck. Shit. I'm cumming," he announced before he leaned his head onto your shoulder and let his cum dribble inside your. You jerked yourself off and came a few seconds later.

"Didn't that feel good? Let's go for another round."

A little while later, you and Wonho were the only ones left inside the locker room, cum painting your stomach and his. You don't exactly know how much round syou two have did it, but it sure as hell made you tired. "Now be a good boy and stay," you ordered him, before you got up from the bench and made your way towards the showers.

Just as you did, Wonho took that as an advantage to look yfor your phone. Fortunately, he found it and it didn't have a password. "Dumb whore," he pointed out before going to the gallery to search for the video. "Gotcha," he stated and deleted it. Then a few minutes later, you got back out, all naked and wet as you walked towards Wonho, grabbing the towel that was placed on his lap. "Not so smart, are you? Leaving your phone unattended and with no passwor at that."

He showed you your phone and saw that the video was now erased. The scared look on your face made Wonho smirk as he threw it to your chest. With how fast your face changed from surprised to mocking made Wonho's smile disappear as you made your way towards your locker and got your back, dumping out the contents of the bag in front of Wonho. He grabbed one and was surprised when he saw that it was him again, but now with that lady he was with last week. "A phone is not the only device I have, Hoseok. And a smart person would be able to tell that. So if you don't want these to be spread around. you have to do as I tell you, got that?"

Wonho hesitated before he looked at you with his teeth gritted. "Okay."

"Good boy."

#male reader #x male reader #bottom male reader #wonho x male reader #lee hoseok x male reader #smut #wonho smut #nerd x jock

[madammidnightsblog]

BTS BUTTPLUG

Warning: sex, buttplug (m&f), public settings, sub idol, dom f!reader, Bang PD (brief), park setting (once), handcuffs, voyeur , fan meet (once)

Namjoon

Namjoon isn't really into buttplugs but he is more than willing to wear one if you ask, there is almost nothing he wouldn't do if you asked. But he feels funny wearing one in the studio with Bang Hitman working alongside him, the toy occasionally humming softly against a sensitive spot if he squirms too much and to make it worse, you were sitting in the same room. Your eyes staring at the back of his head which made his heart pound even more against his chest and he felt himself grow more aroused at the thought of you turning the toy completely up and having him a moaning mess in front of the older man. It really took everything in this man to cover every moan that would slip out and from palming himself through his sweats to somehow make the agonizing pace of the plug to grow more intense and just give his poor dick some friction that it was silently begging for.

"What do you think? Do you think it would work with the chorus or should we move it to the bridge?" Bang questioner as he skimmed over the roughly scribbled idea, wanting the younger man's opinion to organize the chaos that filled the page.

"Uh, well," Namjoon mentally slapped himself for not paying attention but could you blame him? He was in a tough situation and really wanted to work as diligently as he could but the damn plug really made it it hard to prioritize.

Bang notices how confused he looked and took in considering that they were working for about five hours and it was close to two in the morning so he thought he must be tired so he started to pack up, "Don't worry about it. You must be tired so we can finish later after some sleep so get some rest and I'll call around one- thirty." With that, he felt after bidding you goodbye.

You got up and walked over to the panting male as he leans back in his office chair, eyes screwed shirt while his right hand came down to his crotch to gently rub his erection, "You did such a good job baby." You praised as you sat in the chair that the former CEO was seated.

Namjoon whimpered softly as you took out your phone and turned off the plug, "May I cum now?"

You looked up at him surprise. You were sure he silently came a few times but those sucks in breath and squeezing of the arm rest was him holding back? Now that was more amusing. Cocking your head to the side and folded a leg over the other with a smirk, "Why didn't you cum pretty boy? You had about three hours of torture and all the chances to do so."

Namjoon turned his chair toward you, his hands were tugging at the draw strings in anticipation, "Because you never told me to." He whimpers.

"Go head baby. Cum as many times you want, you earned it for being such a good boy for Mommy." With that, he yanked down his sweats and boxers to reveal a twitching and leaking dick.

Jin

"I can't-please-can't!" He cried as his hands yanked at the cuffs, the metal clanking against the chair with every tug.

You sat in front of him, sipping your wine with a pleased smile as you watched as he breaks down in front of you after his third orgasm washed over him, painting his stomach and lap in his release. Something about watching him cry and cum without stopping makes you feel so powerful because of the pretty way he cries and begs and the way his beautiful body shakes with every release, the pearly white liquid painting his golden skin. His moans and cries were heavenly, almost as if he was singing such a beautiful song and the sobs came out like a loud yet sweet chorus that he made specifically just for you and it made your pussy ache. The plug in his ass and the vibrator that was tapped to his dick was the cause of his pleasure and the reason of his uncontrollable orgasms and they weren't stopping anytime soon, not until he said 'sheep'.

"You can take it, you've done it before." You singed before taking another sip, the refreshing taste of Pinot Grigio made you hum.

"Fuck, Mommy, please!" He sobbed, his dick twitched against his abdomen.

You hummed in thought, eyes staring at the glass in your hand and watched how the golden clear liquid that swirled with every soft roll of your wrist. You really didn't need to think about joining your boyfriend but you wanted to make him wait, keeping him on his toes and holding to the desperation which was what you did. Flicking your eyes back at him to see his glossy eyes as they stared into yours before placing your glass on the table next to you before getting up, slowly making your way over to him which had him whimpering for you. The clicking of your heels made his fingers dig into the armrests in attempt to hold what's left of his control and the fact that you were in just heels and one of his button of shirts made his dick ache.

Standing behind the chair, you slowly slid your hands down to his wrists to gently rub at them, "Are you sure you want me to do anything, darling? You seem to have enough fun with those toys." You teased as you eyes the two vibrators.

A sob left his lips, "Y-Yes, touch me, fuck, please."

Hoseok

He isn't the type to act honey in public or even attempt to do anything that remotely resembles a sexual act that isn't dancing so when you asked him to wear a plug and go for a walk at a park, he was quick to turn it down. So when you said you'd wear it instead, he was more nervous about it but didn't mutter a complaint since you were the one to want to do it but he was scared that a child would hear or an elderly person would see how your legs were wobbling and the no so quiet moans and call the cops. Everything was going smoothly, your wobbles were so noticeable and your moans were at a minimum or seen as coughs which did get you two some odd looks but Hoseok didn't care because his mind was occupied with the flashes of you putting the plug in but that was until you held onto his shoulder.

"Fuck." You moaned softly, your free hand was itching to cup your crotch in hopes to touch yourself.

Swallowing dryly, Hoseok did his best to guide you towards an empty and closed off area, "J-Just give me a second." He whispered.

The poor man almost tripped over his feet when he heard you moan his name. He was trying so hard to avoid any issues so you two could be in private but a woman that was jogging by turned around once noticing how you struggled to walk properly thanks to the rising volume of the plug, "Hey, are you ok? Do you need an ambulance?" She questioned while taking out her earbuds.

Shaking your head, you forced a smile which looked borderline lewd, "I'm.. I'm fine. Just got a cramp." You quickly said, trying to avoid slipping out a moan.

The woman eyes him before looked back at you but when Hoseok helped you stand up better, you bud goodbye before you two made your way to the public bathroom. Once inside, he quickly but slowly dragged you to a stall which you were glad he did because you were too overwhelmed with pleasure you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk anymore without someone realizing what was up. You took off your shirt and sat on the edge of the toilet, pulling your legs up to your chest after making sure you wouldn't fall off and told him to hurry. It was hard to keep going without his dick inside of you by know.

Jimin

"I'm so full." He moans as he spreads his cheeks to show off the pretty blue plug in his ass, his white thong pushed to the side.

Biting your lip, you slipped onto the bed while reaching a hand out to rub his erection through the damp material. Soft purrs left his pillowy lips made you shiver in excitement, wanting nothing but to rip the thin fabric off and suck his cute cocklet. With every rub to his small dick, you spewed out filth which had him whimpering and rutting up against your hand which you allowed, loving how needy and desperate he is for you. You were more than happy to make him wait for you until he was a sobbing mess, getting turned on by the way he sobs for you and his big pretty eyes filled with tears that spill down his round cheeks. Tracing his bugle through the material had him shaking and breath hitching, the vibrator purring softly as his velvet walls squeeze around the toy as if it will slip out.

"Such a pretty kitty," you swallowed thickly as you took in his beauty, "And all mine." With that, you yanked the panties off which made him gasp in shock.

You got tired of seeing the thin material already, wanting to see him bare under you and marked so you wasted no time, lifting a leg of his to press a kiss to his ankle and slowly made your way to knee. Lowering yourself slowly, your eyes stared into his glossy ones as you slipped your tongue out and licked a stripe to his inner thigh, licking before pressing sloppy kisses to the soft flesh as his moans came out in soft puffs. Legs spreading further to allow you to lay comfortably between them and placed playful bites to the area before turning your attention to his twitching cocklet once again.

"Want help?"

Biting his lip as he looked away shyly, "Yes, please."

Jungkook

He's bold with anything kink related, believing it will be better if taken risks so the plug was pushed into his hole before a fan meet and he was more than excited. You being a staff member, you were there playing with the remote in your pocket and watching how he would struggle to speak and even sing which did get him concerned looks from the members and fans but it only made you both aroused. Trying to sign an album, he leaned his head onto the table and let out a shaky moan as the toy was turned all the way up, his eyes squeezed closed and jaw going slack which made the fan in front of him worry and Namjoon and Taehyung next to him ask him if he was alright. He was shaking and squeezing the pen as his thighs squeezed together, trying to calm himself down from his high but his mind was just going blank.

"I'm fine, fuck, I just got a cramp." He gasped, shifting slightly in his seat as the toy was turned down to the lowest setting.

He was trying his best to ignore the mess he made in his pants but when you came into view he was whimpering softly, wanting you to hold him and call him your good boy for cumming but you couldn't. Pouting, he quickly scribbled down his signature and got ready for the next fan, ignoring the looks the members and the manager shot him while forcing a smile to the squeaking fan. Every second talking, singing, and chatting with the small span of time with the fans was exhausting since all his entertainment was drained from that orgasm but thankfully it went by quick without the toy going past low so he managed. Once everything was finished, he rushed off the stage and to the nearest bathroom with you in tow and thankfully no one was around the area to stop you from following him into there. Locking the door behind you, you barely got to turn around without him yanking you into his embrace.

"Bunny, calm down. Don't wanting anyone bothering us." You whispered, noses touching from how close you were.

He whined, "Hurry up then Mommy, need a kiss."

With that, you closed the gap by smashing your lips against his which made him moan into the kiss as his hands shot down to his belt and unbuckled it. Hastily, he undid his pants and pushed the down to his ankles while you did the same with yours. Pulling back earned you a whine but you shushed him before pushing him onto the toilet after he dropped his boxers. Knowing you two had to be quick before they started to look for him, you pushed your panties to the side to reveal your sopping cunt which had him moaning at the sight of your slick sticking to the fabric of your panties.

"Be quiet baby." You ordered before hovering over his dick, slowly sinking down onto it with ease.

Taehyung

"Mommy." He moans against your breast, his tongue lazily swirling around your nipple which made you sigh.

Your hand pumping his dick made him whine and moan as your thumb pressed against his utheral hole teasingly. His eyes closed in bliss as he sucked contently at your swollen bud which you were more than happy to see because his flushed face was pressed against your breast cutely. Times like this is why tented windows of the company van was a wonder, letting your cute baby boy suck onto your breast while you have him a handjob, doing your best to match whatever spear the plug in his ass was going. With you in his lap, he was comfortable since your scent and warmth made it better to him and the toy in his ass had him holding you tighter, making it a little difficult to move your hand between both of your legs.

"You are so needy. I spoil you too much, don't I? Taking time out of your schedule to make my prince feel good because he is so needy for his Mommy, hm?" You sighed mindlessly, knowing his mind was somewhere else based how he tried to fuck up into your hand.

His eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure built up, the knot in his stomach slowly coming undone so he squeezed your waist, sucking harsher which made your head press against his as you moaned. Thrusting upwards sent him over the edge, spilling his release onto your hand and his thighs, detaching his lips from your bud to moan out your name. Panting softly, he leaned his head back against the seat while you reached behind you and into the glove compartment to get the wet wipes and cleaned him up while handing him his water bottle. You smiled and praised him while cleaning up the mess and he couldn't help but bury his face into your neck, breathing in your scent as he closed his eyes.

Yoongi

Yoongi would never be caught dead doing anything sexual in public, he wouldn't allow himself to be lewd anywhere that wasn't in the safety of your shared apartment. It would take a lot to convince this man to wear a plug in public for more than twenty minutes out of fear of someone noticing him and try to approach him. He was way too well known for something like that to happen to you decided to make him do it when the members were supposed to come over and have dinner. You were cleaning up the kitchen with Namjoon while Yoongi tried his best to stay quiet on the couch behind the maknae line sat on the floor, playing scrabble while he pressed the couch pillow against his chest in hope to ground himself. It was hard for him, the toy was coming in waves that thudding against his prostate thanks to the larger plug of choice. Having such a hard time, he got up and excused himself to the bedroom, in hopes to lock himself in for a minute and cum.

"I'm going to grab something from the bedroom and I'll meet you on the balcony." You excused yourself which Namjoon happily made his way to the balcony with his beer.

Making your way quietly down the hall, you heard Yoongi's soft moans between the laughs and fight of the younger members which made your heart race. You were itching to touch yourself at the idea of him taking care of his boner with everyone within earshot, it really made your pussy throb knowing if they wanted to they would hear him. Sneaking into the room that he forgot to lock, you watched his he humped the armrest of your chair in front of your makeup table, his pants straining his erection with every rut. Locking the door, you made your way over to the door and stood behind him, holding his waist which made him jolt back to reality and tried to pull away until you stop his to relax. Knowing it was you, he went back to rutting the armrest while letting out louder moans of your name.

"Just like that baby, move with the vibrations." You moaned as you pressed yourself against him.

#x dom reader #sub bts #bottom male #female reader #Kim Namjoon #Kim Taehyung #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #park jimin #sub kpop #sub male Kpop idol

[frieschan]

QUERENCIA, chapter 3

(n.) where one feels home ; the place where you are your most authentic self

pairing - hybrid! ot7 x bunny hybrid! male! reader

genre - 18+, college au, hybrid au, fluff, eventual angst, eventual smut, humour

summary - you, a rabbit hybrid away from home to study, run into a group of surprisingly friendly and calm (also very attractive) predators who are a pack and live together suddenly run into your life like a bulldozer. the dull days of your life may turn into days of joy and laughter, or will the days turn into gloom and a sad everafter?

warnings (this chapter) - use of curseword, someone blacking out

word count - 2.9k

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You and Jihoon were staying at your apartment. Having a fun little sleepover since her major was kicking her ass at the moment. It was around mid-morning, 9 am. To your absolute shock, The ocelot hybrid has woken up at a normal-ish time. Only bad part was that she suddenly wanted to bake something at your house, together. You didn't have any baking supplies or appliances, mostly finding yourself to be the type to cook instead of bake.

"C'mon! let's go to the mall and shop!"-

"And you're going to pay..?"

"Hell yeah! I got my allowance from my girlfriend!"

"God I feel bad for her...."

"I'm being a good girlfriend ya know!!"

That was how you found yourself at a mall, with an ecstatic Jihoon, excited to spend every dime and dollar she had on creating baked goods. You were sure you’d be the one doing half, if not all the work though. You and Jihoon arrive at the department store of the mall, her already dragging you to the appliances section to buy the needed equipment. You looked at all the mixers, pots, pans, all the baking galore. They all looked as you expect, pretty much perfect and shiny. One of the mixing stands had caught your eye, it looked like any other mixer but it had an adorable rose-gold color. You just felt the need to have it so you approached it, not minding the wild Jihoon behind you that was close to breaking just about everything in the store. You held your breath as you were about to flip the price tag to show you how much it was, quickly releasing it when you realized it was a good price. As you were about to turn around and tell Youngji about it, your words stuck in your throat as you saw a familiar wolf hybrid

“Hey Y/N! Meet my friends, Namjoon and Hoseok!” Jihoon waved you down from the tool section of the store. You gulped down your nerves and walked to them.

“Hey there bun, we met on the metro right?” Namjoon greeted you with a dimpled smile and hand stretched out. “I’m Namjoon, The wolf you met.”

You took his hand with a shy smile and red cheeks. This certainly wasn’t how you were expecting to see the two of them again. “Y/N, if it isn’t obvious enough I’m a bunny” You laughed nervously.

You then looked at his friend next to him, He was near Namjoon’s height. A fox hybrid. He had sharp features, a perfect nose, high cheekbones, and a heart grin on his lips. He was just as handsome as the rest of the guys you’ve met these days. Seeing as you were looking at him, he introduced himself

“I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!” He greeted with an excited grin plastered on his face. The moment he had your hand, he shook it aggressively with his tail wagging behind him. Honestly, if he wasn’t a fox, he’d be a dog hybrid with how energetic he is. You loved his energy though! He was like the best friend you never knew you needed. He was honestly adorable, another potential for a mate.

“Anyway, what brings you two here!” Jihoon exclaimed, puffing up her chest and pushing out more of her alcohol-smelling scent. You almost forgot Jihoon was an alpha, and that you forgot to stuff your nose and scent glands with scent blockers.

“Well Jihoon, we were out doing errands for a pack member.” Namjoon answered while Hobi was side-eyeing Jihoon, looking her up and down with distaste on his face and his tail swishing behind his back. It was honestly hilarious

“No wonder! I was about to ask why the great Namjoon was in the baking section when he’d burn a damn house down!”

“Oh fuck off Jihoon, you’d set a neighborhood on fire with your skills.” Namjoon retorted with a roll of his eyes, right before bursting out laughing with Hobi. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the antics of the three.

“Since Hobi and Y/N have the most skill out of us, you two can lead the group while me and Namjoon will just be behind the two of you” Jihoon suggested with a grin, quick to push the two of you to the front with a glint in her eye that you couldn’t understand. I mean, this was Jihoon, she was probably just gonna be weird with Namjoon.

You started walking with Hobi, keeping your eyes straight ahead and trying not to embarrass yourself in front of him. You did take a few quick glances at him and he looked so calm, with a lazy smile on his face to reflect his attitude at the moment. You didn’t notice that with your actions at the moment, you were unconsciously pushing out your scent without knowing.

“I like your scent, Y/N” Hobi softly smiled at you, looking back at him with red cheeks. “It makes me feel calm honestly”

“I’m guessing you like the smell of baked goods?” You giggled softly, taking a deep breath before offering him your wrist. He in return, was quite surprised at your action but welcomed it. Hobi didn’t grab your wrist, but instead just softly smelled your scent gland and smiled. He really is a gentleman. You were grateful that he was an alpha that was one of a kind, an alpha that was kind and treated omegas with respect. He pulled away and offered you a thankful heart grin.

“You can take my wrist if you’d like..”

“Oh no it’s alright, just your scent from here is enough. You were kind of pushing it out a bit..” He teased you and laughed, not a mocking laugh but an amused laugh. His laugh was contagious, it was like something that triggered a domino effect to anyone who heard it, you just happened to be one of those people.

“I mean, I’m not the one that likes my scent.” You laughed with him and smacked his arm lightly with a grin that mirrored his. You saw how his tail was wagging around excitedly and shaked with each one of his laughs.

As the two of you laughed, you didn’t notice how Jihoon and Namjoon were somewhat conversing seriously. Their tails still, their gazes were neutral and close to cold. Jihoon’s arms were behind her back while Namjoon’s were crossed.

“You’re interested in courting Y/N to be packmate?” Jihoon said cooly and glared at Namjoon, close to baring her teeth at him. Namjoon simply nodded at her, keeping his stance and showing he isn’t scared of her.

“I’ll have you know, Y/N is my packmember in the pack of my girlfriend and I. You’ll need to get our approval first before you’ll be able to court him. You and your pack better be ready to work for it.”

“We are. My pack and I have already talked about it and we are ready to prove that we are more than capable of taking care of whatever Y/N needs.” 

“Then, we’ll be talking more about this later. When your pack is present and when my girlfriend is present. I’ll talk to Y/N if he’s interested.. And if he’s not..”

Jihoon was quick to move, grabbing Namjoon by his collar even if she was a few inches shorter, the two of them so close together. She made sure to push out more of her scent and to bare her teeth at him. Jihoon was going to show him who had the authority over you between the two of them. Jihoon was also smart enough to make sure the two of you were far enough away so they couldn’t smell the bitterness of her scent currently.

“You better fucking stay away, Namjoon.” Jihoon growled, before dropping his collar and walking away, back to their spot previously behind the two of you. “Good luck, dear pack alpha.” Jihoon mouthed at Namjoon before turning back to you guys and smiling at your interaction with Hobi. Jihoon could see the way you looked at Hobi, the same sparkle in your eye like when you had a boyfriend. Jihoon swore on her life that she will protect you no matter what and no matter what it takes.

“Well, I didn’t know it was already 7 in the afternoon.” You said while glaring at Jihoon, her chuckling nervously in return. “How the hell did we even stay here for 9 hours?!”

Hobi laughed while Namjoon just sighed. “Hobi and I can take you guys home with all the stuff you brought” He offered.

“Are you sure? I live kind of far from the mall.” You said dejectedly, truly you were grateful for the offer, but you were scared to burden the two alphas when you were sure you and Jihoon could find another way home. The alphas were quick to comfort you and pat you on the head, saying that it was more than alright for them to take the both of you home. Little did you know, they had started to smell the rain on your scent which in turn made them worried so they were quick to comfort you.

You watched as the two alphas haul all the stuff into the truck on Hobi’s car, which was a black Porsche Panamera GTS that has Jihoon absolutely awestruck while you were just making silly faces on your reflection that was on the car. The two alphas have succeeded in hauling all the stuff into the trunk, Namjoon’s strength helping well. 

“I’m calling shotgun!” Jihoon said with a grin, before looking at Namjoon with an unreadable expression. It was as if Jihoon was testing him, but you didn’t read too much into the situation. Opting to just get into the car and wait for the rest to also go in.

The car ride was fairly quiet, Jihoon and Hobi occasionally making jokes and talking about how each of them have been, and Jihoon telling Hobi what your address is. You occasionally heard a mention of a ‘Jungkook’ or a ‘Yoongi’ but you were sure it was probably just a coincidence. A lot of people possibly had that name anyway. You decided to just admire the outside, seeing either dozens of trees or dozens of buildings. 

The 4 of you had finally arrived at your apartment. The werewolf and fox quick to get out and bring all the stuff into the lobby and get ready to get on the elevator, you and Jihoon trying to help but the other two were adamant about letting the ladies do minimal work. Now you were in your apartment, organizing all the stuff while Jihoon kept Hobi and Namjoon entertained. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but with Jihoon’s chatty nature, you were sure she kept the two of them busy. Just as you finished putting the last piece of equipment into one of your cabinets, you rushed into the living room.

“I apologize if my apartment is a bit small and messy, I didn’t have time to clean it” You smiled apologetically at Hobi and Namjoon. “Jihoon also made a big mess.” Which was followed by a chorus of complaints from the ocelot and laughs from the fox and wolf. 

“Don’t worry about it bun, Hobi and I are about to leave anyway.” Namjoon said dejectedly, wanting to stay a bit more in your apartment. Hobi looked just the same as his pack member. “Namjoon needs to continue doing his nerdy things and I need to rehearse for a dance competition.” 

Your ears had perked up when you heard the word dance from Hobi’s mouth. He did look lean but flexible like a dancer. “Since the both of you are leaving, I’ll give you two my number so we can talk more and maybe hangout next time?” You smiled, hoping they’d accept and that the three of you would grow closer. Namjoon looked at Jihoon with a questioning glance, Jihoon responding with a nod. The two of them jumped up from the couch to copy your number and save it, after that they bid goodbye and left your apartment.

“They were really nice..” You whispered with a big grin, quick to drop onto the couch and giggle like a highschool girl with a crush.

“You like them?” Jihoon asked, looking up at her with a thinking face. You nodded. 

“I don’t know if they like me though, or even if their pack would want me in.” 

“Oh trust me ‘mega, they do like you.” She smiled while patting your head, careful not to brush your ears on accident. “They’re a 7 member pack, with only alphas.” 

You looked at Jihoon, shocked, and confused on why it sounded somewhat familiar.

“Their pack is interested in courting you ‘mega… I trust Namjoon and Hobi enough to let them court you, but Yuna and I need to talk to their pack first. Is that alright?” Jihoon said softly, you looked up at her with the happiest grin and eyes that held a big sparkle.

You jumped up from your position and tackled Jihoon from her spot on the couch, hugging her and squealing about how thankful you were. Then you started getting emotional, tears prickling and about to burst while your lips were shaking.

“Do you think.. Do you think they’ll be better than him? Do you think I’ll finally try love again?” You whispered while hugging Jihoon tight. You could feel her rubbing your back and comforting you to the best of her abilities.

“I know they’ll be better than him ‘mega, he never deserved you.. He was nothing but garbage and you were just too deep in it.” Jihoon comforted you, one hand rubbing your back and the other scratching behind your ear.

“Would you like me to get Yuna to come here and we’ll have a big cuddling sesh while watching netflix?”

“Yes please..”

Right now, you were walking home in the rain from your classes. There were only three classes that lasted around an hour and 10 minutes. You had your headset on, playing some piano instrumentals. Your left hand was holding the umbrella while the right was hugging your shoulder tote close. The rain wasn’t too hard but it was safer to not drive in the weather. The path you were taking was a path that not a lot of people took, not that it was those sketchy alleys, but it was more because it was a residential area that was mostly full of old people. 

As you walked, you noticed a man crouched and hunched over a box, he had an umbrella covering him and the box and he was seemingly trying to grab what was inside. That was until you heard it, you heard the whimpers of a bunny. The moment you heard it, you immediately sped-walk to the same box the man was huddled over, in fear and worry of what was wrong with the bunny.

The man saw you and was worried about what you were about to do, but when he got a glimpse of your rabbit ears, he knew it was better to let you do what you wanted. 

“Oh god, is the bunny alright?”

“I’m not sure, I just saw it out here while walking to the convenience store.”

You started to feel the worry bubble up inside you and you didn’t notice you started lightly thumping your foot. The man looked at you and you looked back. He had plushy lips and slightly chubby cheeks. You could see his leopard ears and his tail curled up underneath him, seemingly trying to avoid the rain. His dark brown and curly hair were a pretty contrast to his brightly colored ears. You then got hit by his scent, it was a smell of toasty wood, indicating he is an alpha.

“I feel like it’d be better if you were the one to take the poor thing home, I don’t think it would like being surrounded by me and my pack. Plus, you are also a rabbit.”

You nodded in response, putting your umbrella in between your armpit and grabbing the box and hugging it to your chest. It had a singular bunny, it was a black bunny that reminded you of your nieces and nephews. The leopard introduced himself as Jin and asked for your number, so he could ask for updates on the bunny and help take care of it. 

“It was nice meeting you Jin and I hope you make it home safely.”

You dictated your number before giving him a thankful smile and walking away, making sure to be cautious with the rabbit. 

After 10 minutes of walking home with the bunny, you arrived home and rushed to get inside your house. Texting Jihoon about the situation and deciding it’d be better if the bunny stayed at theirs instead of your home. Your home was too much of a mess from the wild baking you and Jihoon had been doing from last night while Yuna was watching. Jihoon was quick to arrive at your house, pick up the bunny and give you a nod of good luck. You knew she had a soft spot for bunnies and rabbits alike because her mate and her best friend were both one.

As you sighed and leaned back into the couch, you could feel yourself growing more weak and weak, and it felt like you couldn’t function properly. You tried to get up to get a glass of water, until your vision started to develop black spots and you just dropped.

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[yourmanz-sodapop]

Welcome one welcome all! I hope you all enjoy this humble blog Dreaming With BTS

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[male-reader-haven]

Trying something new...

Hey guys! I know I've been gone for a while. A lot has happened in just a few months in my life, and I'm sorry I haven't been active. A few months ago my long-term boyfriend and I separated, and that's been tough. On top of everything, a very close friend of mine passed away, and I've only just recently begun coming to terms with it. Despite everything, I still love writing and want to continue, I'm just going to be changing a few things. All I ask is for patience and understanding as I work through this!

What's NOT changing:

No x Female Reader

Mostly BTS and SKZ content

My wack ass schedule

What's new:

Formatting change

Reworking my Masterlist

No longer taking a queue of requests

Suggestions always open rather than requests

Taking my good old time so I don't burn out

Longer stories with multiple parts!!!!!

I hope you all will bear with me as I change things up a bit. I know it can be disappointing since I won't be taking requests anymore, but you guys gotta understand the sheer volume of requests I've received in my inbox. If I'm being honest? There is a lot that I just don't have any interest in writing. I'm not ashamed of it, since I don't make any profit off writing requests other than for fun, so please understand that I want to enjoy writing! There are a few old requests that I still plan on writing because I do genuinely like them, but please don't message me asking about your request. It's annoying, and makes me want to write it less :) Overall, I am trying something new and writing what I want from now on, and I hope that my works can resonate with people like me, and I hope I can still bring you guys some entertainment and happiness with what I write. To everyone who reads and sticks around even when I'm inactive, thank you, and Jae loves you <3

BIG THINGS ARE COMING!!!!!!!!!

Stay tuned, Jae loves you <3

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[spiceofvy]

BTS Rapline with an insomniac reader

cws: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff

Yoongi: He also has a problem with staying up too late while overworking himself. So he talks a lot about we. We should go to sleep earlier. We should make sure we're rested. He starts to read a lot about insomnia, how to treat it, and what causes it. On the nights when it hits you the worst, he just stays with you. Holding you. Trying to calm your mind. Making sure that if you have to spend your nights wide awake, you will at least be free of anxiety and worries.

Hoseok: He talks to you a ton. Holding you to his chest, telling you every single thing that happened during his day. Hoping that his voice serenades you to sleep. He tells you about the funny-looking pigeon he saw. How much fun he had at dance practice. Easing your mind slowly. On the nights he is gone, like when he's on tour, he will leave you a Mang plush that he slept with the last couple of nights so it smells like him, and a 30-minute voicemail, hoping that this will calm you to sleep.

Namjoon: also the type to stay up late to work, so at first he might not realize that you're an insomniac unless you tell him directly. For him staying up super late is normal. But when he does finally realize (or you tell him) that you are ill, he wants to be better, to be a good example for you. He reads a ton of books about healthy sleep, how to settle down, and what to do. And during those late sleepless nights, he keeps you under the covers anyway. Smiling at you, talking to you with a low voice. He caresses your hair and presses kisses to your forehead. Or he lays you on his chest and reads to you, hoping to calm you with all his favorite books.

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Flash Fictions(Requests Only)

Yandere Masterlist

Yandere Requests Only

(Not more than 2.5k words in each part)

Kim Namjoon

Fairytale( Yandere Politician Namjoon x Original Character)

Fairytale #2(Yandere Politician Namjoon x Original Character)

Fairytale #3(Yandere Politician Namjoon x Original Character)

Fairytale #4(Yandere Politician Namjoon x Original Character)

Love Poison(Yandere Mafia Boss Namjoon x Reader)

Love Poison#2(Yandere Mafia Boss Namjoon x Reader)

Love Poison #3(Yandere Mafia Boss Namjoon x Reader)

Park Jimin

Craving Nightmares #1(Yandere Incubus Jimin x Original Character)

Craving Nightmares #2(Yandere Incubus Jimin x Original Character)

Min Yoongi

The Fragrance of Love #1(Yandere Emperor Yoongi x Original Character)

The Fragrance of Love #2(Yandere Emperor Yoongi x Original Character)

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[kjsnugget]

Copycat

Pairing- Poly Bts x Male Reader

Summary- People who didn’t know you would consider you mean. Those who did know you loved you dearly. How does it go when you have to spend the evening with your seven boyfriends and the one guy who gets under your skin.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, reader is considered an asshole.

Notes- I apologize if your name is Jesse. If it is imagine another name. Thanks for reading!!

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You wouldn't call yourself spiteful, but you would always give back what you received from people. People who knew you dearly would call you blunt but never rude. You never held back for anyone even when you should.  Some would consider you cold, you would agree. Despite your stand off attitude, you pulled seven men who would lay down their lives for you.

Everyone who knew you on a personal level loved you, those who didn't despised you deeply. Assuming you weren't good enough for the seven men, they would act rude to you. You never batted an eye towards these people. They don't know you and they never would. For their sake you would always hope they knew the lines and not to cross them. Man or women it never mattered, your hands were rated E for everyone.

Many tried to get under your skin, none succeeded. There was only one man who would cause your blood to boil. You respected your boyfriends to never cause a scene, he would tempt you though. His name was Jesse although you never referred to him by his name. It was obvious to you and your boyfriends he had a crush on them. They have remained polite, you have remained corral. Jesse watched you like hawk, waiting for anything he could use against you. You've noticed the changes in his style, following yours. His vocabulary beginning to sound a lot like yours.

The boys noticed the changes as well, they were smart enough to ignore the advances. Despite all seven, including Jimin, being taller then you, they knew you could beat them with your eyes closed.  They loved you nothing would ever come between that.

Today had been one of those you dreaded, Jesse would be coming over. He played nice in front of you, but you could see his crazy from miles away. Jin had been cuddling with you on the couch while Jimin sat on your lap. Jimin was watching you play games on your phone as he usually does. His legs laid across yours and Jin's as Jin's head laid on your shoulder. The knock on the door moved their attention away for a second, it returned when Yoongi opened the door. You snickered when you heard the greetings. You let a smirk tug your lips when yoongi denied his hug.

You felt his eyes on you, waiting for a greeting which you happily ignored. The two remained in their seats as they greeted him. You could sense his anger at the sight of you three on the couch. Everyone made their way to the living room and took their seats. "Do you guys want to watch a movie?" His voice sounded like hell in your ears. "Or we could go to the mall?" He looked towards Namjoon for an answer "actually M/n took us to the mall yesterday" you could see his face twist at the answer. "Oh M/n that reminds me, can you take me to the store later?" You looked for the sound of Hoseoks voice "sure baby, what do you need?" Before Hoseok could answer Jesse spoke up " I can take you now if you need to go"

You could see he was smiling ear to ear, trying to convince hobi to go. "Sorry Jesse M/n and I like this to be our personal time"  once again a smirk tugged at your lips. Jimin decided to get up to go the kitchen "anyone want something to drink?" Everyone spoke up and asked for something. You ignored when Jesse glared at you, following Jimin into the kitchen "I'll help you hyung" As they were in the kitchen Taehyung stole Jimins spot on your lap. Jin also removed himself from you to let Yoongi cuddle with you as he requested.  When the two came back Jimin let out a gasp and a pout "M/n how could you let tae steal my spot" the pout on his lips caused a chuckle to escape your lips.

"Sorry baby first come first serve, plus it's your turn to sleep in my bed tonight remember?" His pout quickly vanished as he remembered he got you to himself tonight. "Why do you call him baby? Isn't that disrespectful since he's older then you?" The small smile you held vanished as Jesse spoke to you "watch your tone, I'll call them whatever I want if they are okay with it" you could see the huff he let out when you spoke to him. "Why are you being so rude? I haven't done anything to you" you glanced up at him. Taehyung noticed the glare and out his hand on your chest. You listened as he whispered in your air to calm you down. You felt the anger fade slightly as yoongi also held a grip on your arm as he cuddled into you. It was his way of keeping you at bay.

Jungkook had been silent through out the day as he also had a hard time being around Jesse. Jungkook would be considered his favorite out of the seven, and Jungkook hated it. He despised feeling uncomfortable around someone , especially in his own home. He was cuddling into hoseok and Namjoon as Jin scrolled through movies. Jesse decided to take a seat next to Jin as he was the only one sitting alone at the moment. Once everyone agreed on the movie it was a discussion on take out "how about pizza?" Jesse suggested and was turned down "m/n doesn't really like pizza" Jungkook spoke up. "Oh well everyone else does it's easy as well" Jungkook shook his head "no let's get something everyone likes." You sent a smile towards jungkook, which made him want to melt in his seat.

"How about we order from that restaurant down the street? We've all been there before." Namjoons voice spoke from across the room, and everyone of course agreed. You were the one who usually did the orders, as you remembered what everyone liked. You already had the orders in your phone. "I can start the order does everyone want the same thing as last time?" Everyone nodded and you looked at Jesse "what do you want?" He shrugged "anything is fine"  you didn't care what you got him it was some type of chicken.

Once the food arrived everyone got comfortable to watch the movie. You decided to use the bathroom before it started, when you came back you felt your blood begin to boil. Jesse had taken your spot next to jungkook who obviously looked uncomfortable.  The boys were staring at you, they could tell you were ready to snap. They would rather have you going off then be quiet. You simply sat on the recliner chair that was open and looked at Jungkook. "Jungkook" his head snapped towards you as you patted your lap. He smiled wide as he quickly took his place on your lap.

You felt daggers aimed towards you as you looked at Jesse who was pissed off. The rest of the night went by quickly without any other incidents taking place. Everything was going great until a loud boom. Darkness spread throughout the house as you guys heard the rain begin pouring down. "Jungkook, can you get the candles baby?" He nodded although he forgot it was to dark for you to see. He quickly grabbed candles and began to light them. Soon you could see and began putting any food away so it wouldn't go away. " do you guys mind if I stay the night it doesn't look to safe to drive" Jesse asked as he stood from the couch. The boys all looked at each other nodding. They then looked at you asking for your input. You gave a small nod.

You didn't like Jesse, but you wouldn't be the cause of his death by letting him drive home in this weather. "I'll go grab extra pillows and blankets " hoseok said as he made his way down the hallway. When he came back the pulled the sofa bed out for him. "Thank you all I really appreciate it!" You didn't respond, you started making your way to your room. Before you made it to the door you felt a heavy presence behind you, turning around all seven men stood behind you. "M/n can we all stay in here, the storm is kind of scary" Yoongi decided to be the voice of reason. You opened the door and they all piled in. Your room wasn't as big as the others. Having a house with multiple rooms was for everyone to have their personal space when needed. Living with seven people can be a lot for anyone to handle. Having all seven men piled into your room was in your opinion adorable.

The night was spent with arguing of who was going to share the bed with you. Jimin had won as it was originally his night. The rest of them spread out through your room.

Sunlight came fast through your blinds, signaling it was morning. It was your turn to cook breakfast today so you did your best to sneak out without waking them. Closing the door quietly, you made your way to the kitchen. Deciding on waffles, eggs and bacon you got everything you needed. You brewed coffee and tea for everyone as you started cooking. Your mind had forgotten Jesse was sprawled out on the couch. You didn't remember he was there until you heard him greet the others Loudly. "M/n you left us in there" this time Namjoon held the pout "sorry baby I was making breakfast for everyone, I brewed your favorite coffee" he smiled and kissed your cheek while pouring his cup. 

"M/n do you make your waffles home made?" Once again his voice dampened your mood "usually I do, I didn't have enough stuff today so they are frozen." Your tone never changes when you speak to him. "Oh I usually make them home made too much better that way" you just hummed in response. Ignoring him was your only way to prevent a scene.

After serving them you were caught up in your own thoughts you didn't notice Hoseok trying to get your attention. Hoseok said your name a few times before he realized you were spaced out. He wasn't upset he knew sometimes you would zone out and never meant any harm by it. Focusing on washing the pots and pans you used it caught you by surprise when you felt a sting on your arm.

"Hey your boyfriend is talking to you, you should pay attention" you were unable to hear his words as all you were thinking about was him laying his hands on you. The boys watched stunned as you gripped the counter top, your knuckles turning white from your grip. You had just looked at him the stare cold, the anger visible. The boys watched as you stared at Jesse they could see fear start to take over. The it happened, before they could process what happened Jesse had red dripping from his face.

The crimson red began to stain his shirt as he held his nose. All seven boys rose from the table immediately going over to you.  They were worried about you and your hand more then Jesse who had been dripping blood through their kitchen. Jungkook was making his way to get the first aid kit when he was stopped "Jungkook oppa your not going to do anything? He just hit me!" Jungkook pulled his arm away from him only for it to be grabbed again. Jungkook tried to stay calm once again pulling his arm away and getting the first aid kit. He quickly made his way back to you although you were trying to calm down it didn't seem to be working.

"You guys are taking care of him when he hit me! I knew he was trouble I tried telling you guys you deserve better" Jesse expected you to say something to him, he didn't expect the others to. He stood shocked as they told him off, before he was escorted out by everyone. He was shocked that they kicked him out, all he wanted was their attention he wanted them to look at him the way they look at you. He stood at their door with blood dripping down his face and shirt, how could they like you so much? You were so mean, quiet, rude. He never understood why they love you. After a while of standing there here finally left debating in his head if he should try again.

Meanwhile the boys focused their attention on you and calming you down. They knew you didn't like Jesse, they only tolerated him because they didn't want to come off as mean or rude. You finally calmed down and explained you would never blame them for this. The rest of your day was spent in bed squished between seven giants who loved you dearly.

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