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7ndipity · 2 months

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The Morning After

Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Namjoon’s reaction to you waking up sore after a night together.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: +18 mdni, brief smut, overstimulation, swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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It was still early when you woke up, face buried in the pillows as you lay on your stomach, the gentle sound of someone quietly humming your favorite song pulling you from sleep.

Slowly, you cracked your eyes open, searching out the owner of the familiar deep voice, smiling to yourself as your gaze fell on his half dressed figure, his back to you as he rummaged around in his closet.

Finding what he was looking for, he turned back towards the bed, stopping as he caught sight of your sleepy expression watching him.

“Hey.” Joon spoke softly, as if not wanting to wake you any further, coming to kneel in front of you.

“Hey,” You mumbled, stretching slowly. “Where're you going? It’s so early.”

“Just to the gym. Thought I’d get my workout in this morning, so we could have the afternoon together.” He said, smoothing down your hair.

You groaned. “How’re you not tired from last night? I can’t even move.” You replied, earning a chuckle from him.

“Well, that’s why I gotta keep my strength up.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Namjon!” You couldn’t stop moaning his name. “Fuck, please, Namjoon!” You cried out, feeling his length twitch and pulse inside of you with every sound that left your lips.

You’d been at it for hours, Joon pounding into you from behind as if his life depended on it, pumping into you over and over, twisting you around into every position he could think of, your bodies covered in a sticky sheen of sweat and cum.

“Agh-fuck!” You whimpered, letting your head drop to the mattress, clutching into the sheets beneath you for dear life as he slipped a hand around to circle your poor abused clit.

The feeling was so overwhelming, your whole body felt like it was on fire, every snap of his hips sending a jolt of electricity through you, causing the tension to build up inside of you at an alarming rate.

You’d lost count of how many times he’d made cum, but as he suddenly picked up the pace, slamming into you with enough force to knock the wind out of you, you could feel another rapidly approaching, tears rolled down your face as your body shook in ecstasy.

“Joonie, please, ‘s too much.” You whimpered. “ ‘m gonna cum again.”

He responded by pulling you even closer to him, his fingers digging into your flesh as he dragged you upright against his chest, impaling you on his cock.

“It’s alright, Baby, you can take it.” He panted, pressing messy, wet kisses against the back of your neck. “Just one more for me, please.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, holding in your breath as Joon continued to pound up into your over sensitive pussy.

“F-fuck!” You cried, your body convulsing and going rigid as you came for the nth time around his cock.

"There it is." Joon groaned as you spasmed against him, holding you up as your body went limp from exhaustion. “Good job, Baby.”

Namjoon’s touch pulled your focus back to the present, tracing gently over your cheek down to your lips.

“You want me to bring back coffee and breakfast later?” He asked sweetly.

“Yes, please.” You said sleepily as he stood back up, going to finish packing his gym bag.

You moved to roll over and get out of the bed, letting out the tiniest whimper as you became fully aware of the soreness and sensitivity in your core and legs.

Joon froze at the sound, looking back at you concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a little sore.” You said, trying to sound convincing as you stood up, but your legs nearly gave out under you immediately, leaving you staggering back against the bed.

Joon jumped forward, catching you before you fell properly, holding you tightly by the waist.

“Fuck, baby, I thought you were joking!” He said, startled. “Are you okay?”

“I… I think I need to take it easy today.” You admitted weakly.

Joon stared down at you, absolutely stricken as he pulled you closer, holding you gently.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, baby.” He said guiltily. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m okay.” You tried to reassure him, but he paid you no mind, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” You asked, clinging to him in surprise.

“I am going to run you a bath, and then we’re going to do whatever else you want to do today.”

“I thought you were going to the gym?” You said curiously.

“And leave you here when you can’t even walk? No way.” He shook his head. “I’m staying here and looking after you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You said quietly, feeling shy.

“Yes, I do.” He said seriously. “I love you, and I want to take care of you.”

“Alright,” You replied, slightly flustered.

He kept his word, refusing to let you so much as lift a finger the rest of the day, carrying you everywhere through the house as needed and waiting on you hand and foot.

“How are you feeling?” He asked for the tenth time as you sat together watching tv after dinner, dozing on his shoulder.

“Much better.” You said, snuggling closer. “Thank you for looking after me”

“Always.” He replied, kissing the top of your head. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Can we do this again next week?” You asked, grinning up at him cheekily.

“Seriously?!” He laughed.

“Yeah, why not?” You shrugged.

“Aren’t you worried about your legs or anything?” He asked, looking at you in disbelief.

“Not if I have you to carry me around.” You said, grinning up at him as you looped your arms around his neck.

“Let’s just focus on you feeling better right now, okay?” He chuckled.

“Alright.” You relented, slumping back down to rest back against his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replied, watching as your eyes drooped back shut.

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nako-doodles · 2 years

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Look at these cuties!!

look its the nerds of my life!!!!

#pls i love them these pics are everything to me esp jinnies lil winky face and poor joonis lil hand TT #ans #shirley gets played handseomly

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bts-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Kinktober day 1

Namjoon - Toys

Dildo, slight degradation, exhibitionism, rimming, oral

"Come on Y/N, do you really think we need to include toys in our sex life?" Namjoon eyes the dildo in your hand apprehensively.

"I don't think we need to Joonie, I just think it'll be fun... but if it makes you uncomfortable and insecure we don't have to." You reassure him, reaching to put your favourite toy back in its drawer.

"No, I want to do this for you, I want you to be completely satisfied." He holds his hand out for you to give him the offending-ly pink plastic item. You hand it over and watch as he measures the weight in his hand. "How do I turn it on?"

"Just hold and press that top button."

He does as instructed and the inanimate object springs to life in his palm, almost wriggling free.

"Do you need lube for this?"

"Have I ever need lube for you?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I'd like to think I can turn you on better than this hunk of plastic." He huffs.

"If it helps I'm always thinking of you when I use it. You'll just have to get me good and riled up." You wink at him.

"Right... okay... of course." He still seems apprehensive.

"Do you want to try this another day?"

"No, I want to watch you unravel now." Namjoon places the vibrator off to the side and sweeps you

into his arms. He starts slowly, kissing you gently as his hands reach down to knead your

ass. He lifts you slightly and pulls you to sit in his lap on the bed. "Going to get you so good

and ready”

He takes his time, caressing your back, kissing you softly, subtly grinding against you. A hand leaves your back and music starts playing from the speaker in the corner of Namjoon’s dorm room.

“I have a feeling this is going to get loud, and Kookie is home, don’t need to traumatise the poor guy.”

“Do you think my moans are traumatising Joonie?” You pout.

“Exactly the opposite, my love, but it’s not fair to be forced to listen while never being able to touch. The poor guy already pines after you far too much, his favourite Noona.” He dips his head and kisses along your neck, occasionally nipping the sensitive skin. “But maybe you’d like for him to think of you like that? Want him to think of you when he masturbates tonight?”

You groan at the thought, unable to stop yourself, you’ve always been a show off. Just because Namjoon doesn’t like to share, doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to taunt. He knows you wouldn’t turn down a pass at the younger man, eager to play into the fantasy he has of you, his perfect Noona. But you wouldn’t want him without Joon with you, showing the maknae what he can never truly have.

He flips you on to the mattress, covering your body with his, hovering just far enough from your lips so you can’t reach him. He smirks as you try in vain to bring him down to your level. He instead takes his time, eyes raking over your face, admiring the view.

“Please Joonie” You pout your lip out comically far, emphasizing your displeasure.

“Please what baby?”

“Please touch me, make me yours.”

“Only mine?”

“Only yours.”

“I don’t know if you deserve me baby, moaning at just the mention of another man getting off to the thought of you.” He slides backward, leaving you alone on the mattress. You stay put, knowing any movement will only delay your pleasure.

You listen for him as he wanders around the room, unable to pinpoint his footsteps on the soft carpet. The buzzing sound piques your interest though. He returns to you slowly, forcing your legs apart to make room for himself between them. He drags the dildo along the seam of your shorts, the vibrations making you wriggle in anticipation. He quickly bores of the teasing, signalling for you to remove your underwear and turn over. His free hand drags along your newly exposed skin before landing with a loud slap making you cry out from the surprise. Two more quick hits land squarely on your right cheek before he dips to his knees.

The vibrator gets momentarily abandoned next to you on the mattress as he uses both hands to hold your arse apart for him to take a good look. He leans forward and dips his tongue from your pussy to your rim. He then takes a moment to blow along the damp strip he created, making you shiver.

“What if I just forced it in back here? No lube. No prep. Just straight in deep? Do you think that would keep your dirty mind from wandering?” He presses his middle finger against your hole, just enough to start stretching. Before you get a chance to respond, he pushes on your hips to turn you over. You whimper and do as told.

“Colour baby?” He asks

“Green.” You confirm, and he leans in to peck you before returning back to his knees between your thighs. He takes the dildo with him, pressing it against your entrance just enough for the tip to slip in. His mouth follows suit, leaning forward to suck at your clit as he teases you with the plastic, dipping in and out in shallow thrusts. Each time he goes deeper, he sucks harder, and you moan louder. The base of the fake phallus gets wider the further down you sink. You wiggle your hips to try and get him to go faster but it only succeeds in getting a punishing nip and a stern glare when you peer down at the man between your legs.

You can’t help thinking how sexy Namjoon looks with his mouth full.

He doesn’t allow you long to settle when you finally bottom out, immediately taking the toy away from you, leaving you to clench around nothing. He chuckles as you whimper, mourning the full feeling. He reaches out for your hand, interlocking your fingers to keep you grounded, before his other hand thrusts he dildo back inside of you.

This time his pace is relentless, tongue moving in tandem to get you to the edge as fast as he can. He gets you so close to the edge you can taste it, teetering over just as he pulls away. His lips come away as the vibrations stop. All the air releases from your lungs as the feeling fades.

Just as you start to complain, the motion starts up again. The vibrations are stronger this time, you can feel them in your stomach as he pumps the toy in and out. He leaves little bite marks along your thighs as he edges you. Loud moans tumble from your lips as you approach your high again, wordless prayers that this time he will let you finish.

You find yourself having no issues falling over the edge this time. The problem arises when he continues well past the point where you’ve finished. Your free hand twists into the duvet, as the knuckles holding onto him turn white. He switches the vibration off but continues to thrust the dildo in and out as you writhe from the overstimulation. He licks softly at your clit, coaxing another orgasm from you.

Only when you begin to cry does he stop. Kissing along your pussy as he removes the toy and discards it on a nearby towel. He then trails all the way along your body, leaving tiny kisses along the exposed skin until he reaches your lips and claims them for his own.

You can taste yourself on his tongue. He doesn’t let you indulge in him for too long, only waiting for your heart beat to return to normal. Then he drags you up to sit on the edge of the bed, positioning himself behind you so he can hold you close. He reaches for the remote and turns off the stereo.

“Was that what you wanted, baby?” He whispers in your ear. You nod sleepily in response. “Good, what do you want to do after we shower? Watch tv? Have dinner?”

“Yeah, dinner sounds nice. Maybe we should order pizza? See if JK wants some?”

“Sounds good to me baby.” He kisses your cheek and snuggles you close for just a little longer.

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bangfantanfic · 1 year

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Our Own World: Chapter 10

Warnings: stalking, masturbation, yandere behavior, future smut

Type: romance, yandere, hyrbid!bts

Authors Note: It is here. Not as long as I had hoped but hopefully y’all enjoyed it anyways! its a bit spicy. And more Hoseok this chapter. As always, I hope you all enjoy, if I have missed anything in the warnings please let me know. Feedback is greatly appreciated, lemme know your thoughts! Until next time <3

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It was a relief for everyone to finally be back home. Returning to a surprisingly spotless house, a full refrigerator, and a pantry had honestly been the highlight of your week. The entire ride to the house all you could think about was the disaster the house had been left in and all the food that had been tossed away. The thought of having to do any shopping or cleaning, had you considering jumping out of the moving car. You had sent your brother a thank you text, and as expected, even hours later, no reply. You had honestly begun to worry, the extreme part of your brain screaming he was dead and you were trapped here with hybrids.

What a nightmare.

Thankfully your mother was more than confident he was still living, she had even spoken to him a few hours before you had called. You felt bitterness, or maybe anger was a better way to describe it. Honestly, at this point, you weren’t sure you were still angry. You were just disappointed with the way things were playing out. The gut feeling you had the weeks before arrival was right, as always, and of course, you ignored it, as always. Unless something ‘dire’ was happening, your brother was practically a missing person, at least towards you. Your mother said she spoke with him every day, and even the hybrids had shared that they all heard from him at least once a week. So what have you done? Why was he avoiding communication? You were doing him a favor. The whole situation had your head spinning.

Your brother was never such a flakey person. He responded to every text and every missed call, his behavior now was out of character and you couldn’t figure out why now he was deciding to act out. Not even your mother could explain it. She had promised to speak with him, but she had done so multiple times these last few weeks. How much longer were you going to have your mother act as the messenger?

You were exhausted, anxious, and angry. Three emotions that didn’t mix well together.

You were also a little disappointed in yourself. You had finally reached a point of comfort around the hybrids. Sure the brush of a tail, or a more animalistic trait would occasionally make your stomach churn, but it was something you could look past a little better. After Jeongguk’s stunt, it had sent you reeling back. You’ve been trying to convince yourself it wasn’t that bad. He was probably just messing around, trying to scare you. He didn’t seem to like you anyway, so this was probably just him trying to freak you out for his own entertainment. The others shouldn’t be punished or pushed away for someone else’s actions, and yet your gut instinct warned you that his behavior wasn’t out of the ordinary, and trusting any of them was a step in the wrong direction.

“Y/n, bathrooms free!” Namjoon smiled, walking past the living room with a towel rubbing at his wet hair. He looked fresh and revitalized, with loose clothes hanging from his body. You had decided to shower last. While the outside of both the hotels looked lovely, you were sure the human building was in much better condition inside compared to the hybrid building.

“Thanks, Joonie.” You grinned, making your way toward your brother's ensuite.

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It was obvious that Y/n was uncomfortable. Her poor attempts to seem busy were almost endearing. Hoseok had watched you clumsily make your way down to the docks, suitcase barely standing upright as you rushed. You were running behind. You were talking somewhat loudly, phone in a free hand as if trying to make a point that you shouldn’t be spoken to. White chords hung from your ears and headphones. Judging by the voice coming through the headphones Hoseok easily pinned it to your mother. He had heard the voice a million times. His owner was quite the mama’s boy.

Hoseok often wondered what his own mother was like. Like most hybrids, he had been separated from his mother the second he was able to have an all-solid diet. He never saw or heard of his mother again. He wished he could say it made him sad, but honestly, it didn’t really. How could he miss someone he didn’t really know?

Hoseok didn’t have a lot of experience with human women. He had been around hundreds of female hybrids, and they were easy to understand because they were like him. Bred strong, beautiful, and submissive to their masters. And sure, there were plenty of beautiful humans out there, and you were one of them, but there was something very different about the beauty of humans compared to a hybrid. Most of the human women Hoseok had seen were through the screen of his phone, or whatever shitty show his owner was watching. When he found out you were coming to care for them and keep the house intact, he was thrilled. A human? A human woman?

Of course, he hadn’t met you before and knew very little, Jay had been overly sensitive about sharing your existence with the pact. Avoiding even letting your name slip. It had been strange when his owner did a sudden 360, going from hiding your existence to practically thrusting you into their life. Hoseok wasn’t going to complain, a new human was always exciting.

He had only seen glimpses of you, faintly heard your voice through the speakers of Jay's phone. So when Hoseok found your social media profiles he was pleased to see you weren’t very private on anything. He spent the entire evening looking through every photo you had posted, everything you were tagged in, and every comment you had made that he could find.

He could finally understand why his owner wanted to keep you hidden.

He had been thrilled when Jay left, and when you finally arrived he thought he would throw up from his excitement. When you finally come out to their cages, you’re scent him like a ton of bricks.

Unfortunately, this excitement had triggered him into an early rut. So when most of his packmates had made their way back into the house, he was stuck outside. This, he was sure of, was some form of torture. You were so close. Even from so far, he could faintly smell you, it lingered on his tongue.

How do you taste?

Arriving home Hoseok watched everyone disappear, desperate for a shower, fresh clothes, and their own beds. His pack had rushed upstairs, desperate for the familiarity of their own room. He had his own plans. The blonde-haired man watched you throw your bag into your tiny sleep space, hiding out in there for a while before sitting out in the living room. You fiddled on your phone, tapping angrily at the screen. Hoseok had wanted to smooth out the angry creases on your brow and fix whatever was bothering you.

You waited awhile before Namjoon made his way out of the ensuite of your brother's room, announcing the space was free for your use. With only two showers it meant long lines, and you had urged the boys to go first, promising you were more than happy to wait, they needed it more than you.

You had practically leaped off the sofa, sending a bright smile toward the pack leader before practically running to your brother's room, towel in hand. A jealous pang had hit Hoseok's chest. You hadn’t smiled at him like that before, and judging by the surprised look on Namjoon’s face, even he was surprised by the relaxed tone and pretty smile.

Hoseok waited, watching the hall for a few moments. His ears twitched when the sound of water rushing through the pipes, and then music. Loud music. His cue.

During your stay, Hoseok had picked up on a routine you had whenever you showered. If music was playing you were going to take your time. He had figured it out pretty quickly. He wanted to know everything about you. Every habit. Every quirk. Things about you that even you were unaware of.

Your makeshift room has become Hoseok's favorite place. Your scent covered every crevice, it was a comfort he never knew he needed. The space was tiny, your bed being a fold-out sofa. Your brother didn’t like sharing his room, in fact, he nor his pack were supposed to go in there, not even for the bathroom. Seven men in one bathroom had been a huge issue. Thankfully, the shower and the toilet were separated. The converted bedroom was originally Jeongguk and Jin’s gaming room, their computer setups were actually still there. You didn’t mind letting them in to play either, you would stay on the bed or sit out in the living room if you needed space. You just asked if they didn’t play too late into the night, which had irked Jeongguk. But Seokjin was more than happy to comply. Even Taehyung and Jimin had started sitting in the room ‘watching’ the two play. Hoseok knew well that they just liked being in the room that smelt so strongly of you, but sometimes he wondered if perhaps they were in there for the same reasons he went there.

None of your bags had been unpacked into the small wardrobe in the room, you had left everything neatly folded in your suitcases, almost as if you were counting down the minutes until Jay and Mila returned home so you could take off. But the surprise trip to the hotel had thrown out those plans and your room had become a colorful array of clothing. This honestly made things much easier for Hoseok, and he was thankful to Jay for the surprise trip.

You had made no move of leaving the bathroom, clearly having settled into the stream. Hoseok took this as a go-ahead. The soft click of the door behind him was almost like a signal to his nervous system, his body instantly relaxing. Your room was messy, as always. He was honestly thankful for it. The messier the better. You wouldn’t notice if he touched anything. He had been worried you had cleaned up during the time you had spent in the room.

The hybrid dropped onto your bed, nose scrunching in discomfort. The mattress was old and thin, the springs nearly ripping through. It was no surprise you always seemed so tired.

Wrapping your bedsheets around himself, Hoseok wiggled himself closer to your suitcase that you had left open and disheveled. He wondered if you had just packed it like crap, or maybe looked for something before going to shower. Either way, he didn’t care. He dug through the bag, not having to look too hard, a triumphant grin on his lips when he found your panties. Pale blue, soft with lace at the ass. How pretty the little fabric would have looked against your skin.

Part of Hoseok knew what he was doing was weird. He was being a creep. But he needed this. He needed you, but you weren’t ready for him. Not yet. He could wait as long as you needed but in the meantime, he needed something of you. Sure he had a few items of yours already, but over time the smell fades and he needs to replace it.

A soft hum left his throat as he pressed the material to his nose, taking a deep inhale. His body shuddered in relief, it had been too long. The smell of you lingered on the back of his tongue, his mouth-watering. His imagination was wandering, yet never straying from you.

The pretty material smells of you. Your scent wraps around him. His cock strains against his pants, groping at his hard cock. Taking in a deeper breath his cock twitches in his hand.

How does she smell so sweet?

He works himself over, smoothing the pearly precome over his base. He could happily suffocate in the sea of lacey blue. His hand transforms from his large callused one to your dainty hands. Your soft hand can hardly wrap fully around his girth. God he can't wait to split you with his cock. A whine left his throat, it was as if he could feel the gentle tips of your fingers teasing. The brush of your tongue on the tip of his cock had his spine shivering. You would be so shy, your cheeks burning red as you touched him, begging him not to look you in the eyes. He trusts that she's naïve in the acts of harlots as she is in the day-to-day aspect. Hoseok loved the way humans touched, clueless in the way of pleasure. He'll have to instruct you.

Has anyone touched you before? Did you touch yourself in the night? He groaned at the thought of you whimpering, dainty fingers touching and rubbing. Already Hoseok knew his nights would become restless.

He feels his orgasm pull at his nerves. He holds her panties to the head of his cock fucking into the material. He bites back his moans. She may be in the shower but he doesn't want to give himself away. Although the idea was exciting. What would you do if you found him this way? His cock out, rutting into your used panties? Would you be angry? Flustered? Turned on? Perhaps you would enjoy seeing how desperate he was for you, crawl over the bed to help him out.

He paints the inside of your panties at the thought. It's not the same as covering the walls of her pussy but it will do for now.

Hoseok’s body sags into the bed, his grip still tight on the now-ruined panties. He would have to dispose of them, but that was a future Hoseok’s problem. His scent was entangled with yours, a welcome comfort as his eyes fell shut. Sleep was threatening to take over, and he was tempted to give in, just for a moment, but the silence of the house had settled onto him.

No music.

Your light footsteps were too close to the door. There was no way Hoseok could get out of the room without you seeing. Anxiety grappled at his throat. You had already pulled away, there was no way he could explain the current… situation he was in.

“Sorry Y/n my dick fell into your panties and I came, my bad!”

He felt ill. He was well and truly fucked. You would find him and then what? Leave? Call your brother.

Jay.

The thought of his wonder finding out about his misdemeanors had him hyperventilating. He would rather you drag him to the police. Another set of feet came tumbling down the hall, Jimin, stopping by your door.

“Y/n, Seokjin hyung asked me to get you. He’s starting dinner.”

Your response was muffled, and honestly, at this moment, Hoseok didn’t care for your answer right now. Jimin had unknowingly bought him a minute. Rolling off the bed and under the bed Hoseok grunted in pain. He probably should have tried to shimmy his shorts back up, laying on his stomach on the hardwood floor wasn’t the coziest position for his dick.

Your door clicked open, your bare feet came into view. Much to Hoseok’s disappointment you were already dressed, the fluffy white pants ruining the view of what could have been your legs. Soft humming filled the silent space, you had been singing the same song to yourself for the past week. Hoseok had learned very early on that you had a very different music taste compared to not only himself but his pack too. While the music wasn’t really his cup of tea, he was more than happy to listen to it just to see the smile it brought to your lips as you sang along, or spoke about the artists. Seeing you smile was worth any mild dislike he may be experiencing.

A pile of clothes dropped to the floor, drawing Hoseok’s attention away from watching your movements. Peeking out of the pile, almost like you had done it on purpose, was another pair of panties. His heart was hammering in his chest. He hadn’t been able to get a pair this fresh. Any logical thought seemed to melt out of his brain, the wires of his brain severed allowing his body to act on its own accord. He watched in horror as his hand shot out and latched onto the slightly damp material, dragging it back under. The room fell silent. Your humming stops abruptly.

Fuck fuck fuck

Eyes.

Your eyes peered under the bed, staring into his almost as if you weren’t actually seeing him. There was a bleak look on your face, and for a brief second Hoseok felt his heart stop beating. And then a blood-curdling scream ripped out your throat, the scream itself seemed to send you to your ass, your feet pushing yourself up to the wall. Your eyes never strayed from his. The action made his chest ache. You were running from him.

The sound of his pack's feet thundered toward your room, and within what seemed like seconds, Jimin and Seokjin had burst into the room. Jimin had squatted by your side, his back to Hoseok, hands soothingly rubbing your biceps. Hoseok could hear the sound of Jimin’s voice attempting to soothe your trembling figure, but he couldn’t understand a single word. The room was spinning, he felt sick. His stomach knotting so violently he was sure everything he had eaten that morning would soon be forced back out his throat.

“What happened?” Seokjin frowned, eyes flickering over the room. Slowly the rest of the boys had shown up, standing behind Seokjin, trying to peer over his shoulders.

Hoseok watched in horror as you pointed at him, your face was pale like you were seconds away from vomiting. Jimin had followed your finger, his jaw-dropping.

“Hoseok hyung?”

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junwonssoul · 2 years

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today's depraved thought is namkook x male reader where

you and joon are a couple

have both expressed your attraction to koo to each other

aka cried over how cute he is

and how thick his thighs are

and how much you might wanna be between them

meanwhile jk...

poor jk

baby is suffering

he started off sad about the love of his life (joonie hyung) being taken

but wait

his boyfie is handsome too...

and nice

and

oh fuck

anyway cue mutual pining for a bit

until joon (bc let's be honest he has the brains out of the two of you)

notices koos longing stares aimed at you

and oh- perhaps him too?

perfect

flash forward to you inviting him over

things get heated

🔞 nsfw

joonie...sweet joonie

he's on the couch with you undressed on his lap

stroking your pretty cock with his huge hands and long fingers ♡

perhaps stretching you out as well?

such a multitasker

meanwhile koo is sitting across from you about to pass out

joon instructing you to tell jk what you've been fantasizing about

telling him how you love his thighs between whining moans and whimpers

how you want to be between them while pounding his pretty ass

of course it comes true

koo is soon under you while you fuck into him

but wait where's joonie?

taking his lovely boyfriend from behind of course 💕

being overwhelmed by the pleasure on both ends so you start thrusting with abandon

pleasing both your boys in the process 🤭

sloppy make outs between the three of you

koo being amazed because wow...

both his crushes are above him looking like sin incarnate

joonie being hopelessly endeared because both of his babies are so fucked out under him

whining and writhing while they hold onto each other

koos big eyes staring up at him with his arms wrapped around you

you blissed out hiding in jks neck while leaving cute little love bites

it just makes joon want to fuck you two harder tbh

anyway I'm done ranting

someone PLS write enamored joonie with his precious babies pls 🙏🏼

#of course you two cant let him go after that #he quickly fits into your dynamic #top joon #switch reader #switch jk #bottom leaning tho <3 #namjoon x male reader #namjoon x m!reader #jungkook x male reader #jungkook x m!reader #jungkook x namjoon #namkook x reader #namkook x male reader #namkook x m!reader #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts x male reader #bts x m!reader

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comfortjoonie · 3 months

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Namjoon -- Sick at Comeback

Here it is! I hope you all like it. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. <3

Namjoon blows out a slow, deep breath as he puts his mic around his ear. He’s had a long day of feeling nauseous and feverish. “Joon?” Hoseok says, putting his hand on Namjoon’s back. “You feeling alright? You look pale…”

Namjoon nods. “I feel a little sick to my stomach…but I should be fine.” He starts to stand up and Hoseok puts a hand over his forehead.

“You feel so d*mn warm Joonie, maybe you should sit this one out?” Hoseok says. Jungkook walks into the room.

“Everything ok?” he asks, looking at Joon’s sweaty face. “Hyung?”

“He’s sick,” Hoseok says. “Poor thing has a fever.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow. “I can do it,” he says.

“There’s no shame if you can’t–”

“--I can, though.” Namjoon uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“Well, we’re coming out now, okay?” Namjoon nods at Jungkook’s words and walks up the stairs to the main area behind the curtain. Suddenly, he feels a pain in his stomach and winces, Hoseok watching.

“Joon…”

“Hyung, it’s o-ok…” Namjoon stutters, putting his hair behind his ear. But it wasn’t ok, he felt like he could puke at any moment.

“Now, hyung~!” Jungkook said, grabbing Namjoon’s hand and pulling him out. The bright lights make Namjoon’s nausea double, and he puts a hand on Hoseok for support. He walks slowly to the front of the stage and listens to Yoongi’s speech before hearing the music start. “D*mn…” he mumbles as he tries to find his place.

When Taehyung starts singing, Namjoon’s body goes into autopilot and he does all the choreography he’s worked so hard on for months. His chest feels tight and he can’t breathe properly. When his verse comes on, he mumbles the lyrics enough to make the backtrack sound fuller, but the backtrack does most of the work for him. At the end of the take, he all but collapses onto the floor in front of the whole audience, facing his back to them with his head on his knees. He’s trying to catch his breath when he feels Jin’s warm hand on his back.

“Joonie, baby, what’s wrong?” Jin asks in a hushed tone. Namjoon feels a tear pricking at the corner of his eye.

“I…” he gasps for air. “I can’t…”

“Joonie, calm down.” All the members are gathered around the leader now.

Namjoon suddenly feels the urge to vomit and springs up to rush to the nearest toilet. His legs are shaky but they carry him to the bathroom. He’s too slow to shut the door before Seokjin is inside with him, and he barely manages to get the toilet lid up before he’s gagging and coughing up the little he could eat for breakfast. Seokjin rubs his back and tells him not to cry, but Namjoon is already sobbing from the embarrassment and pain of it all. He finally finishes and flushes the toilet, then shuts the lid and rests his face on it.

“Oh, Joonie, come on, that’s not sanitary. Let’s get you home…” Namjoon has started shivering from the fever. “Someone get him a blanket!” Seokjin calls, and a few moments later Hoseok returns with a blanket that Seokjin wraps Namjoon in.

“You poor thing,” Hoseok mutters, hugging Namjoon and letting him warm up a bit. “We should get him home,” Hoseok says.

“Bad news,” Jungkook says. “Since we’re on the left side of the stage and the door is on the right, the only way to get him across is to walk him across the stage in front of the fans…”

Namjoon’s breathing picks up with a panic, but Seokjin soothes him. “It’s okay Joonie. We’ll just be honest and tell the fans you weren’t feeling well. It’s ok. Just breathe…” Seokjin rubs circles into Namjoon’s back and uses his thumb to wipe the tears from Namjoon’s eyes.

“Taehyung is already on it,” Jungkook says. “He’s telling the fans that Namjoon has to go home. Can you walk, Joonie? A company car is waiting…”

Namjoon nods. “I need help, though…” Jungkook instantly links arms with Namjoon and Seokjin takes his other arm. They start walking up to the stage when Namjoon hears the crowd chanting,

“Kim Namjoon! It’s okay!” over and over again. When he walks into their sight, applause deafens him and he winces at the sound. Taehyung shushes the crowd. Namjoon can’t bring himself to show his face to the audience, so he turns away slightly so they can only see his hair and cheek. He walks slowly with everyone else as the crowd continues to chant his name, a bit quieter. He feels completely surrounded with love. The members help him into a company car, and Seokjin gets in with him.

“You five keep performing. I have the least lines and the most love for Joonie so I’ll go with him.”

“Most love for Joonie?” Jungkook’s jaw drops. “How could you say that when I’m right here and he’s my idol?”

“How can either of you say that when I’m here and he’s my soulmate?” Hoseok asks playfully. Namjoon smiles a little bit.

“We can discuss this later,” laughs Seokjin. “We’ll see you all in a few hours.”

All the members wave goodbye to Seokjin and Namjoon as the car pulls away. Only five minutes into the ride, Namjoon is sleeping on Seokjin’s lap.

Seokjin pets his hair. “You’re so cute like this Joonie…” Sometimes he wished his Joon would get sick more often so he could cuddle him like this. But he wouldn’t say that when Namjoon was feeling so bad.

Seokjin rubbed Namjoon’s back. It was an hour-long drive. He had plenty of time to go to sleep…but first..

Seokjin snapped a picture of Namjoon resting peacefully and sent it to the group chat before dozing off with his arm protecting Namjoon.

#sick!namjoon #bts #sickfic #caretaker!yoongi #btssickfic #caretaker!seokjin #sicknamjoon #caretaker!jungkook #kpopsickfic

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bangtanhoneys · 11 months

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BTS Moments: Seokjin & Grace - Dancing in the Kitchen

Everyone else had long gone to bed and the cameras were long turned off, the staff having left as well so the first proper night for In the Soop would be well spent resting. However for the two eldest, Jin & Grace, they were still in the kitchen cleaning up from the dinner they had prepared for everyone. Jin tackled the dining table and brought everything to the counter so Grace could wash the dishes by hand as she hated using a dishwasher.

“There’s food in areas where there shouldn’t be,” Jin complained as he reached down to wipe up food that had left someone's chopsticks. It took another good scrub at the floor before the stain cleared and Jin stood to stretch his back, wincing slightly at the click it gave. He was getting old. Too old.

“Well, you know who that will be,” Grace said from where she stood at the sink, rinsing a bowl under the tap before wiping it clean and putting it on the rack to dry. She was a traditionalist in the sense of never using gloves when washing dishes, preferring to get her hands dirty and never, ever, using the dishwasher which she believed never did a good job. Jungkook didn’t like microwaves, she didn’t like dishwashers.

“It’s either Taehyung or Joonie, Jungkook inhales his food before it's even on his chopsticks,” Jin placed the last of the dishes on the counter and threw away the wipe he was using. He grabbed a cloth and began drying the dishes Grace had done, putting them away as he did so.

“It’s going to be Joonie, let's be honest. Poor guy was trying not to fall asleep into his bowl,” Grace sighed at the state of one of the pans and glared at Jin, showing him the food that had stuck to the base.

“Don’t look at me, Yoongi was in charge of that dish.”

“Yoongi and his paste,” she muttered under her breath while scrubbing the pan to such ferocity that Jin took a step back.

They both were tired, too tired to be washing dishes at midnight but Grace was the one who hated going to bed when there were dirty dishes waiting for her in the morning. She would prefer delaying going to her bed to make sure she didn’t have any unexpected dishes unless you were Taehyung who had a case of insomnia and left five glasses in the sink that he had used for his milk.

Jin opened his phone and brought up his playlist, connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker and turned the volume low enough so they both could hear it but they weren’t going to disturb anyone else. Classical music filtered out and instantly he saw Grace’s shoulders relax.

She handed the last pan to him to dry then washed the sink down with fresh water, clearing any suds away from the sink and her hands. “There, done,” she sighed as she wiped her hands on the cloth that Jin handed her while putting the pan away.

“Come here,” Jin gently took hold of her hands and pulled her to him, holding her close to his chest which she instantly sunk against.

“What are we doing?”

“Slow dancing,” was the reply as Jin rocked the two of them back and forth, slowly moving around the small space of the kitchen.

It was just the two of them, on their own. No children (sorry! boys), no cameras, no crew. It was just Seokjin and Grace, the couple who were hiding away from the world after finally giving in to their feelings back in January 2018.

The two slowly twirled around the kitchen until they were stopped by Grace letting out a large yawn, not managing to hide it in time.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. I believe the boys have more plans to harass you tomorrow,” Jin chuckled as he turned his music off and the lights. They left the main house and headed to the room the building they were both going to share. Unfortunately, they couldn’t share a bed or a room as cameras had been installed and they had promised to be on their best behaviour, so the building itself with Yoongi as their roommate was going to be the best bet.

Jin pressed his lips to the top of Grace’s head, holding her there for a moment. “I promise not to wake you before nine,” he said as he pulled away, gave her hand a squeeze then let her go.

“If you see Jungkook heading my way, distract him.”

“No promises.”

#bts 8th member #bts scenarios #bts additional member #bts reactions #bts eighth member #bts female member #seokjin fluff #seokjin x oc

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kookieswan · 1 year

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Shades of Us - Rainbow Flames

Poly!NamGi x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Poly!AU, College!AU, loads of fluff for this one! Established relationship this time around.

Warnings: Some nsfw talk and mentions of sex.

Notes: A birthday gift for my pretty baby @sugarflywme . I hope you like it love, and I hope you had a wonderful birthday ♥️🤍

This is a snippet from the Shades of Us series. Find the Masterlist here!🎨

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“Welcome home beautiful.” It’s the first thing you hear opening the door to your apartment, the sound of Namjoon’s low voice and Yoongi’s suspicious giggles the second and third. You catch a glimpse of steamers on the ceiling before there’s something wrapped loosely around your eyes.

“Well, I expected a blindfold would come into play but not quite like this. Can’t I see?” Yoongi hums behind you in negative as he tightens the blindfold, Namjoon likely being the one to take your free hand. You drop your purse on the floor as he takes the other hand, gently swinging them back and forth with his.

“Oh, I have plans for later baby girl. But for now, no can do. We’ve got a special surprise for you.” It’s said with such warmth, an amount that makes you grin goofily after the long day of classes you had. These two, you swear… Can’t leave them alone for a second without them doing something impossibly sweet. Yoongi pats your shoulder before leaving a chaste kiss against your cheek, moving around you slowly.

“Joonie is going to lead you forward, just follow his tall ass. Joon, don’t let her fall or I’ll bite you.” With that, you’re led further into the house, Namjoon moving relatively slow as if not to trip you. Poor guy could probably trip over air without even trying, so you’re thankful for the caution. You’ve seen him knock Yoongi over on accident one too many times.

“Ah, what a scary thought. My adorable tiny boyfriend biting me with his little teeth. I’ll let you have a taste later kitten.” It makes you laugh, the imagery of Yoongi biting into the meat of Namjoon’s thick bicep; It’s not hard to imagine since you’ve seen it in many forms before after all. Joon finally stops you in front of what feels like the island in the kitchen, hand squeezing yours before letting go. You feel Yoongi come up behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders warmly.

“I will smother you with your own pillow, don’t fucking play with me tree man. Now, be a good boy and take off her blindfold.” There’s a pause as you wait, then a loud smacking noise as Yoongi yells out, his body jolting into yours slightly. Namjoon just laughs breathily and undos the blindfold, the darkness shying away and presenting a very pink cake to you.

“Oh wow, it looks delicious! And the decorations are adorable.” Streamers and balloons are tossed around, so many pretty colors wrapped together. The cake is very clearly homemade, the frosting going this way and that. There’s little strawberries painted onto it, a very messy “Happy Birthday!” scrawled onto the top of it in a pretty green. Rainbow colored candles with sparkles liter the boarders, a very solid choice. It’s absolutely perfect.

“I let Namjoon bake it the first time out of morbid curiosity. I’m sure you can imagine how that went. Here’s a clue: bad.” Yoongi peers down over your shoulder at the cake, eyes slitted minutely. As you look up at him, his smile gives away how fond he really is. Namjoon could have burned down the house and you both would have forgave him in an instant.

“Hush kitty, it was only a little burnt. Probs still edible but hey, only the best for our pretty birthday girl.” You definitely would have ate it no matter what, but you’re silently thankful that you don’t have to crunch on burnt bread. Yoongi shifts before snorting, voice very clearly teasing.

“… Joon there was a fire-“ Namjoon instantly holds a finger up to your other boyfriends mouth, making very loud shushing noises as he does so. Yoongi tries to talk over him to no avail, both of their voices getting louder and louder. Ah, there’s nothing like spending time with the loves of your life.

“OKAYYYYY, anyway! It’s strawberry because it’s your favorite and Yoongi was in charge the third time around aha.” Third time…? Interesting. You’re surprised Yoon let him touch the stove at all but good on him for trying. You’re actually a little sad you missed it.

“… What happened the second time…?” Curiosity is definitely going to annihilate the cat but hey, you can’t help it. They’re both quiet before Namjoon clears his throat, eyes avoiding yours. Turning to look up at Yoon again, you note that his cheeks are a little pink.

“I may… Or may not have got distracted by Namjoon’s dick. I place all the blame on him. He’s an insatiable heathen.” Joon just shrugs with a nod, not even trying to deny it. One cake lost to a fire, another to Namjoons dick… It’s certainly a wonder you even got a whole one.

“Mmh, well either way, thank you for the cake loves, it looks absolutely perfect.” Yoon lets go of you and runs around the island, only to pull a drawer open and whip out a lighter. If Namjoon cooking was concerning, Yoongi playing with fire is even more so. Especially so when he’s smiling like that.

“I’ll do the honor of lighting the candles. I’d like to note that I did not pick them out, I wanted black ones to reflect my eternal despair.” He starts to light the candles with glee, Namjoon watching with raised brows before turning his attention back toward you. You try not to get too excited at the multicolored flames.

“I picked them out. Rainbow because it makes me think of you and ALSO to represent our beautiful love. A win win.” What a huge sap, a literal teddy bear of a man. Without warning, Namjoon starts belting out happy birthday, Yoongi quietly singing along as he finishes lighting the candles. You shuffle closer, smiling shyly as they finish up the tune.

With a flourish, you blow out the candles in one fell swoop, your boyfriends cheering for you as you do. Both of their smiles make you melt, all dimples and gums and all yours. Maybe your wish was to be with them forever, maybe it wasn’t. You’ll never tell.

“The happiest birthday to me. Now, please feed me some cake boyfriends.”

#shades of us #poly namgi x reader #poly namgi #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fluff #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fluff #Namjoon x Yoongi

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edytae · 2 years

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Rush¹: Concert (smut-mature) ft Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: non-idol!Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: just a short porn

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, immature ejaculation, desperate oc, dirty talk, unprotected sex (always use protection!)

word count: 1.6K (1.599 to be exact)

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club |

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck! What do you understand when I say be quick!” You screamed at the top of your lungs backstage at Taehyung’s concert. He lazily laughed at your tugging and cockily walked as you dragged him by the hand. “Oh I swEAr I will lose my mind!” You yelled at him again while pushing Jimin from the way. “Pick somewhere else, fairy boy.” Poor Jimin looked at you startled.

“Don’t tire my best bass player, Y/N!” Namjoon scolded you as you chucked Taehyung into one of the dressing rooms.

“Kiss my ass, Joonie.” You yelled back and slammed the door in their face. Meanwhile, Taehyung was suckling on the same lollipop stick he had before getting on stage. You pulled the white stick out of his mouth aggressively as he raised one of his brows.

“If you wanted something to suckle on, I can glad you give you something.” You breathed out to his mouth. Your dirty suggestion made Taehyung dizzier more than he was on stage, his adrenaline was kicking now.

“Dirty w-” He didn’t give himself enough time to finish his sentence and smashed his lips with yours. He didn’t care if you could breathe, you didn’t care if your teeth grazed on his lean lips more aggressively than they should. Your mind had one mission and that was fucking him.

“Taehyung…” You mewled as you stumbled him into to door you both just entered. Taehyung’s back hit the wooden door with a low thud as your mouth disconnected.

Your lips latched on the closest thing next, his chin. You kissed his chin down to his jawline. He was sweaty, more than you would ever be comfortable with, but your mind was on the loose.

“Fucking fuck,” You groaned and bit his chin, then licked it, then kissed it. Your one hand went through his hair and grabbed what you could reach. Your other hand went down to his leather trousers. “I will fucking lose my mind, ugh.” You cried out when your hands could open his belt, touch him enough.

Taehyung wanted to help; he really did. But he was intoxicated, too high on your presence. Don’t get him wrong, he was sober now, but your desperate need for him made him lose his voice. “Y/N…” He similarly cried out- he wanted, nah, he planned about this moment while he was on stage. He planned how he would use your neediness to tease and play with you.

“You are so needy, baby. Who got your panties on fire?” He growled when you sucked on his bottom lip and pulled it down. Taehyung felt your fingers burn through his skin, he memorised how desperately they clung to him. He also felt your tits pushing against him, your weak knees…

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you pulled him back to a long passionate kiss that somehow led both of you to the uncomfortable old armchair. Tongue was always the spotlight of the kiss, but Taehyung was surprised how much of your tongue was involved this time. You weren’t just taking what he gave, you were inside his mouth, your hands holding his face to get inside of him.

When you pushed Taehyung down to sit, Taehyung knew that he wasn’t going to do anything he planned earlier. You took your seat on his lap, facing his heated face. You wanted to tease Taehyung about his red cheeks, but those buttery lips needed more kissing. As you dominated another kiss, your hips started humping him.

“Y/N, you are…” Taehyung laughed. You aimed for his neck this time, sucking beautiful red roses on his skin. You tasted his sweat once again, and it fucking made you hungry for more. It was impossible not to moan so Taehyung let a couple of low moans out of his mouth. He was quick to gear you up. You didn’t lose any time taking Taehyung’s clothes off. No there was no time for that.

When your hands gripped Taehyung’s belt again, Taehyung hissed. “No foreplay, babygirl?” Your hips humping his thigh, your hands gripping his cock, your lips glued to his neck, your smell in his nose, your whimpers in his ear… Taehyung was in an absolute delight. He felt so full of himself.

But his teasing voice paid him a bunch when you got your hands inside his pants. “Mhmhm,” You moaned into Taehyung’s ear as if touching his dick was the drug that pumped in your blood to calm you down.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Taehyung threw his head back as squeezed his base. His wolfish smirk was on his face. You bit his earlobe, “I want-” You were cut off when Taehyung couldn’t help but leak a bunch into his underwear.

It was your sign to sink on him now. As you planned, you were wearing the sluttiest outfit ever with the easiest access for him. Taehyung looked at you questioningly as you threw your legs to the sides of him and hover over your crotch. The realisation hit him the second you rubbed his cock to your wet folds. A simultaneous moan left your mouths, followed by a string of curse from Taehyung. “You fucking slut, you fuck me under your skirt, huh?”

Taehyung’s slap on your ass reminded you that he also had arms and hands.

“Yeah, baby.” You egged him. “I am so hungry for your cock, Taehyung!” You cried while rubbing yourself on his shaft.

Taehyung squeezed where he slapped. He was going to cum now and he wasn’t even in you. “Ahh, so good, baby.” You squealed as his hand secured you on your waist.

If he could touch your little clit, Taehyung could have some time to adjust- “Oh, Taehyuungg.” You groaned loudly as you impaled yourself in one go.

Taehyung’s hands immediately tried to push you, but you were overpowering him so easily. “Such a good cock for me.” Despite your screams of his name just before, your voice was quiet now.

“You are so needy for me.” Taehyung repeated again, wishing so hard for it to be true. “You can’t live without me.” He added as you nodded and milked his dick with all power you had.

“Taehyung, ahh, so big, baby.” You screamed again as you bounced fully. “So thick for me, ah, I can’t take it all.” Taehyung’s head bumped everywhere inside you. Taehyung never needed to do that. He was wide enough to punch through every sweet spot you had. “Tae, Tae, Tae, baby.” You rhythmically moaned as you bounced on his cock.

Your warm body on top of him was divine. Your wet cunt wrapped around his dick was an impossible feeling. Taehyung suddenly sniffed as if he was going to cry. You looked at his red face with closed eyes. His face screamed at the arrival of his orgasm.

“Are you gonna cum for me, huh?” You asked him slightly slowing down. As soon as you slowed your hard bounces on him, a string of pain struck your pussy. You unconsciously squeezed him. Taehyung’s eyes shot open, and his beautiful brown irises found yours apologetically.

“Ughh, oh, baby, Y/N…” Taehyung let a beautiful groan right in front of your face as he helplessly released his warm load into you. “Tae…” You complained sweetly as you brushed his hair back, but one string of hair kept coming over his face and peppered his face with soft wet kisses. He continued to release after he came down from his high, and his thighs quivered.

“Y/N.” He breathlessly said your name. “You are an incubus.” He was certain that you had superpowers.

“You said that when we first fucked years ago, baby…” You sweetly answered him. Just then, his long cock twitched again and gave you more of his warm seed. Taehyung remembered 18-year-old Y/N at the back of his car, breathing quickly just like now. You laughed loudly, there was no bite in your voice, but just pure confidence to have this effect on him. Taehyung knew there was no reason to deny the truth.

“You…” Taehyung opened his mouth, but he couldn’t finish his sentence. He just buried his face into your neck.

“Aren’t you going to finish me like all of your sentences?” You bite him back this time. Taehyung knew this would come.

“You should’ve given me some break, you cock-hungry slut.” He finally had the power to grasp your neck.

“So, it is my fault that you came so early…” you twirled your hips, lewd squeaky noise filled the heated room.

“... and so much…” You felt incredibly bloated, but gravity got the best of it and let Taehyung spill out of you.

“Shh, give me some time.” For Taehyung, exhaustion was kicking in now.

“Hmm, okay then.” You brushed his bangs out of his face. You placed a wet kiss on his lips, and Taehyung couldn’t return the kiss again. He was totally spent with red bruised lips.

“I should go to other guys then.” You faked getting up– you would never let his dick but teasing him felt so good.

“I am sure Jungkook can go many rounds back-to-back.” Taehyung irked. “Or Namjoon, right? Or I could go to Yoongi to have him eat me out…” You kept twirling your hips to get Taehyung riled up. And it worked.

Taehyung pulled your ear down to his mouth, “Then why did you jumped on me the second I got off the stage, baby? Mhmm?” His sinful voice was getting you.

“Get on your knees.” His eyes locked on you but hugged his face tighter into your chest.

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masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | recommendation: i’m mad & you’re mine |

#taehyung smut #bts taehyung smut #bts smut #v smut #taehyung drabble #Taehyung oneshot #taehyung scenarios #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #masterlist #edytae

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