#tae is really really needy sometimes

[7ndipity]

I just had a dream with Namjoon cuddling me and now I'm soft and in need of someone to cuddle with me 🥲

Soooo how do u think each one would cuddle with their S/O? I think Hobi would totally be braiding their SO hair if it's long enough, and maybe Namjoon would be kissing their SO cheeks?? Idk but that's what I've dreamed about and everytime I remember about it it makes me giggle 🥹🥹

How They Cuddle

Ot7 x Reader

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: These made me so soft while writing, I need someone to cuddle asap!🥺😊

Masterlist

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Jin: Jin likes when you sit across his lap with your head on his shoulder, so he can wrap his arms around and keep you safe and cozy while you watch tv or smth. Whenever he feels particularly tired or stressed, he likes to lay on your chest or tummy, listening to you talk about whatever until he eventually dozes off. His favorite way to sleep tho is with your head resting on his chest, feeling you slowly relax into him.

Yoongi: I think he likes it when you lean against each other as you sit side by side. It’s not exactly full-on cuddling, but it just feels comforting to him. He’s also a sucker for classic spooning, pressed against your back, an arm wrapped around your waist, face tucked against the back of your neck, breathing in scent. Sometimes when he’s in a needy or teasing mood, he’ll just come over and lay on top of you and refuse to move bc “you’re comfy”.

Hobi: Like you said, Hobi tends to let his hands wander, not always in a suggestive way(though that definitely happens sometimes) His braids/plays with your hair, traces patterns and words on your skin, counts your freckles, etc. He basically does all the same things that he loves that you do to him. He doesn’t really have a preferred position, tho he def dies a little whenever he wakes up to you spooning him from behind. It makes him feel so safe and loved.

Namjoon: Joon, I think, is a big fan of back hugs or having you lay on his chest. He likes that he can keep one hand free to hold a book or his phone, while the other is looped around your waist, keeping you close as you’re laying together. Sometimes at night tho, he seeks you out in his sleep, curling into your side with his face buried in your chest in the same way you do to him, arms wrapped tightly around your middle, clinging to you as if his life depends on it.

Jimin: Jimin loves any form of cuddling, but one of his favorite positions is when one of you lays back against the other's chest. He loves wrapping his arms around you and gently rocking you side to side, or how you play with his hands as he talks, how he can hook his legs around your waist to keep you from getting up, even though you told him you had to leave three times already. He also loves when you lay in bed facing each other, legs tangled together as you talk about your day.

Taehyung: Tae adores skinship, so he doesn’t really care what form it comes in. He likes laying on your chest or resting his head in your lap while you play with his hair. His actual favorite tho, is when you lay facing each other, an arm thrown over your waist, legs tangled together as you talk in hushed tones before bed or first thing in the morning, faces close enough that if he wanted to, he could connect your mouths with just a slight tilt of his head.

Jungkook: I think he likes any position that allows him to wrap his arms around you. Sometimes, he comes home and just latches himself to your back, following you around while you do your thing(in the same way that he does with the other members). Whenever you’re sitting together on the couch, he likes to pull you or your legs to rest across his lap, playing with your hands or jewelry as you watch tv. He’s almost always the big spoon, unless he’s feeling particularly needy, and then he likes to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.

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[whyse7vn]

KIM TAEHYUNG

HATE ME:

“Fuck you”

“Bu—”

The door slams in Taehyung’s face.

He takes a breath.

It’s fine he expected this.

He knocks again.

“Fuck you. Go home”

Your voice scarily calm and slightly muffled due to the locked door that seperates you both.

“Can we just tal—”

“No. Leave”

“Just let me expla—”

“Don’t make me get Jungkook”

Taehyung scoffs.

“Jungkook? And what’s Jungkook gonna do?”

“Get you to leave. By force. Extreme force”

“He wouldn’t”

He would. Taehyung knows for a fact he would. Jungkook, much like an obedient puppy would do anything you asked of him given the command.

“He couldn’t”

Again Taehyung knows he could. Knowing that his junior, when he wasn’t kissing ur ass and following you around like a loser, spent pretty much most of his free time in the gym. Jungkook would, could and probably will forcefully remove him off your shared property have you say the word.

This time you’re the one to scoff.

“Yeah right”

It seems like you’re aware of that fact that Jungkook would, could and probably will too.

Cool.

Well not cool for Taehyung for.. obvious reasons but cool, he should probably choose his next words wisely before you actually do go and get Jungkook.

cool so…

um…

Actually-

Yeah no…

It’s Blank. His mind is blank.

Fuck. How is he supposed to choose his next words wisely if there are no words, let alone wise ones, to choose from.

Think Think Think

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He ignores it.

“Taehyung”

His frown is immediate.

“Go. home”

See hadn’t you addressed him as Taehyung he might of caught on to the slight saddens in your tone the small waver the hesitance but you had addressed him as such therefore he didn’t.

Instead he replays you saying “Taehyung” over and over in his mind. His frown deepens.

Taehyung. His given name at birth yes. It’s not like he hates his name or anything it’s a nice name he likes it, likes when you say it too just not after fights, never after fights or in your super serious voice either. He much prefers “Tae” The nickname from your lips is like a language only he can understand. From your lips the nickname one thousand words in one.

Sometimes (most) you’ll say it in warning like when he’s taken a joke with Jungkook too far the younger man practically on the verge of tears you’ll give him a pointed look a tight lipped “Tae” and a kick to the shin for good measure. Immediately he’s spewing apologies Jungkook’s way while hopping on one foot in pain.

Other times you say it in concern. Like that one time the group went out for drinks after the release of Butter. He was like 10 shots? in maybe more…. probably more, cheeks beyond flushed staring into space. He can hear everyone happily chatting around him. Are they as drunk as he is right now? He hopes they are he cant be the only one fuck up. But is he really even that fucked up? What does it mean to be fucked up? God knows. Who is God? What is God? Wow life is crazy. Life is great. Taehyung loves life sosososo much actually. Life is good his life is good. He’s so grateful for everything his band mates his life God… maybe God. Wow that was emotional. He could cry right now… is he crying right now? Or is he just really fucked up— “Tae?” It’s like he sobers up almost immediately well… not really but really. Your face in his vision all he now cares about, he puts the drink he didnt even realise he was holding on the table in front of him and nods his head at you answering all the questions you had not outwardly asked.

He likes it when you say it in neediness in want. Your pupils blown, breathing heavy, hair a mess, body bare simply… fucked out if you will. Namjoon, who is sitting behnind you is almost completely forgotten by Taehyung when you without breaking eye contact, voice all whiny and lust ridden call out for him “Tae…” His hands seem to move on their own to eager to comply with what you had so clearly asked from him.

Not that he will admit it but his favourite is when you say you say it in praise. Like that one time you asked him to paint your toenails he had tried to decline not confident in all in his nail painting abilities but you insisted and he can never really say no to you. So when he had finished painting and you went to look your excited “Tae!” and small claps told him everything he needed to know a sheepish smile and a massive sene of pride taking over.

In his most vulnerable moments the nickname from your lips has always been his reassurance. You’ve always said it at the perfect times all the right moments. So that is why Taehyung has never doubted that you most definitely understand the weight the nickname carries he’s 110% sure that you understand that he understood when you had said the nickname when he was 10 shots deep you were asking him if he was ok or when you had that debate about water being wet he understood you said it to let him know that you don’t actually hate him because he thinks it is.

And just now you had called him Taehyung.

In a moment he needed you not to.

You did. On purpose.

The use of his name makes him realise how serious this all is. How upset you really are. How badly he’s fucked up.

“Please call me Tae” He has no right. He knows it too.

He hears movement on the other side of the door. Hope bubbles up in his chest. But as quickly as it comes it goes the feeling of hope is torn from his body as soon as realises that the sound of movement from you on the other side of the door is getting fainter. You’re walking away from him.

“I need you to call me Tae” His voice is louder now. Desperate. You need to hear him.

He needs your reassurance.

He needs to know he can fix this.

That you don’t hate him.

“I need you to call me Tae—”

“Taehyung” No this is the last thing he wants to be thinking about right now. “Taehyung you’re just not—” No. He’s over this. He swears he’s over this. “Taehyung, you’re just not what i thought you’d be” No. His phone buzzes in his pocket a second time. He closes his eyes. He’s in a fancy hotel room in Paris Jennie opposite him. She looks him straight in the eyes. His chest feels tight. “Taehyung” He could throw up “You’re just not what i thought you’d be” Her hand moves to cup his face he jerks from her touch immediately his eyes snap open.

A door.

no

Your door. His eyes flicker to your doorbell. He goes to push it.

buzz

His phone again

buzz

again

buz—

He huffs and pulls the device out his pocket he could have sworn he had put it on dnd.

buzz

The time 8:47 AM and a bunch of mesages from Jimin is what he’s met with.

JIMIN🕴🏻

0/10 ur not wearing a suit

girls dig suits

What?

JIMIN🕴🏻

watching u through the ring app btw :P

don’t ask how i have access to theirs i just do

JIMIN🕴🏻

this would be going better if you wore a suit I’m telling you

wow ur like major loser rn

JIMIN🕴🏻

ok im watching u have a mental breakdown in real time

this lowkey kinda scary do i need to call joon????

JIMIN🕴🏻

DO NOT RING THAT DOORBELL OHMUGOD

THINK ABOUT THIS

WAIT

nvm do it

want to see what happenes

NO DON’T ACTUALLY

oh im gonna throwupppp

UR SO EMBARRASSING DCDHNCKLDHNCED

HELLO

oh u stopped

ur looking at ur phone now

heyyyyy hiiii

TAEHYUNG 🤢

stop watching

JIMIN🕴🏻

i might have to in a second this is kinda a painful watch

maybe you should go home like she asked you to???

tomorrow is another day!!!!

i know i said think about what you have to say but something tells me you haven’t got shit in that head of yours

TAEHYUNG🤢

fuck you

JIMIN🕴🏻

??????

rude

idk why you didn’t just show up in a suit and sing that fucking sappy song you wrote for her

girls go crazy over that kind of stuff

TAEHYUNG 🤢

this is why you get no girls

JIMIN 🕴🏻

that coming from you right now is beyond crazy

TAEHYUNG 🤢

go away and stop fucking watching

JIMIN🕴🏻

no

anyways there’s a key under that flower pot to ur left

very dangerous might i add

but its there

TAEHYUNG 🤢

??????

JIMIN 🕴🏻

idk i like drama

borahae 💜🫰🏻

Before locking his phone Taehyung ensures he puts it on dnd. He looks to his left. The flower pot, the key. He’s conflicted. You had just told him to go home so letting himself in with your spare key probably isn’t the best idea right now. But how else is he going to talk to you? You won’t be opening the door for him again ….but opening it himself is only going to make you even more pissed and thats the last thing he wants right now.

His eyes find the doorbell once more.

He presses it.

Please please please

….

Yeah that didn’t work. He presses it again. That also didnt work. Should he knock? He sighs who is he kidding the only way the door is opening is if he uses that key. At least he tried to be moral about things. He pictures Jimin laughing at him through the camera he shoots the doorbell the middle finger before turning to his left and retrieving the key from underneath the plant pot. Jimin’s right it is dangerous that you a key just laying here. he’ll scold you about that later. he brings the key to the keyhole.

It’s now or never

He unlocks the door.

It’s quiet. That’s the first thing he notices. He closes the door behind him and bends over to take off his shoes. It’s really fucking quiet. Strange. It’s never this quiet in you and Jungkook’s home. He’s walking down the corridor now. The smell of sweet tropical fruits and vanilla takes over his senses. A mix of you and Jungkook, oddly enough he doesn’t hate it. It’s still quiet he’s in your living room now the tv is off and the couch empty. He moves to the kitchen. Again empty, he’s about to leave to check the other rooms when a blue sticky note plastered on the fridge, alongside a picture of… Mingyu? he’s not too sure, catches his eye.

BAM ATE A LEGO (I THINK?) SO GOING TO THE VET WE DIDN’T GET KIDNAPPED PROMISE BE HOME LATER LOVE YOU :D XXXXXXXXX

The handwriting is messy and so obviously Jungkook’s.

“HOLY SHIT-”

Taehyung turns around instantly. He’s met by the sight of you. He takes in your appearance, you wear a white vest and a pair of oversized dark blue sweatpants a pair of black headphones sit on top of your slightly messy hair and you hold a empty bottle of water in your right hand. Now Taehyung is no cannibal but right now he could so eat you—

“OUT GET OUT”

The water bottle that you once held in your had is now thrown in Taehyungs direction. It hits his shoulder with no real force and falls to the ground with a hallow thump.

This was enough to snap Taehyung out of the of temporary trance just your presence alone had put on him.

“H-Hi can we—”

“How the FUCK did you get in? did you kick down our door? PLEASE don’t tell me you kicked our door down”

“What?! no of course i didn’t i used the key”

“What key?”

“The spare one under the—”

“We don’t have spare key”

“What?”

“What?”

“So what is thi—”

“Leave”

“Wait please can i just explai—”

“No leave”

“Can i just—”

“No go home”

“Please I’m begging—”

“Don’t care leave before i get kook”

“Ok well he’s not even here so-”

“He’ll be here soon so you should leave now”

“I’ll leave when he gets here”

“He’s one minute away”

“Then i’ll leave in one minute”

“Fuck you”

With that you turn on your heels and make a b-line to your room.

“Hey can i just—”

Taehyung clumsily follows behind you in an attempt to explain himself.

“How about no”

“Please i just want to apologise and explain i’m sorry and—”

“You made me feel and look like a fucking idiot Taehyung” You stop just outside your door.

He mentally and physically winces and the use of his name in this current situation. He goes to speak but you beat him to it.

“A whole month a stupid fucking song and now more of your weightless words? You can go fuck yourself actually” You turn to face him and to add to insult you jab your finger into his chest before turning back around and walking into you room making sure to slam the door behind you.

Alright a lot to unpack there. Taehyungs first instinct is to follow you into your room knowing there is no lock on you door but the thought is quickly dismissed Taehyung figures since he’s already practically forced himself into you house forcing himself into your room will definitely be the end of him.

So given this realisation Taehyung decides to sit cross-legged facing your door.

He decides to think over the words you had said to him in the last minut, if it was even that, in hopes of planing his next to you.

Get out.

Go home.

Something about a key.

Jungkook.

Stupid fucking song.

The door.

A month.

That’s crazy it really has been a month it took him a whole month to come here and apologise. He leans over a bit so he’s able to rest his elbow on this thigh and his palm over his mouth. A month. He gets your anger he really does.

…..

But wait hold on-

His eyebrows furrow. Stupid fucking song?

“My song wasn’t stupid” It comes out mumbled.

Silence.

“My song wasn’t fucking stupid” He sitting up straight now his voice more confident more certain. “It’s about you, about how i feel about you about us… that isn’t stupid”

“There is no us therefore it is stupid”

Your voice surprises him your soft tone and volume despite your harsh words not something he expected to hear just yet.

“Now you’re lying?”

“What it’s only okay when you do it?”

You got him there he’ll admit it.

“So there is there an us is what you’re saying”

Just not out loud. He knows that you know that he knows you got him there so he guesses it works out anyways.

“Not the point Taehyung”

“I’m sorry”

“Ok”

Yikes.

This is really bad.

He takes a breath.

Deciding to be serious once again.

“You know i’m uh just- so fucking sorry like with the whole lying thing and you kno—”

“STO-”You pause. You hadn’t meant to shout or interrupt his words just making you angrier as he continued.

“Stop” You try again “Stop saying i know, stop assuming i know. I don’t know anything ok? about you about us i think i do and then you just show me how little i know about you about everything”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Just stop, see had you of just told me Jennie was you ex i would of been fine had you told me Tan was with her it would of been fine”

“No you wouldn’t of-”

“Kissed you? Slept with you a few days after? That’s what you were worried about?”

“No of course not i’m saying that you wouldn’t of realised it was more than that, that you wouldn’t of realised i felt more than sexual feelings for you”

“More than sexual feelings? More? I mean you had me convinced at first i’ll give you that your a good liar”

“I’m not a liar”

“You’ve done nothing but lie to me. if you wanted to get back at your ex you could of just said that”

Taehyung stands at your door now. His fists clenched. In rage? In sadness? In embarrassment? He’s not sure. Emotions of all types practicality race round his body. He once again fights the eurge to enter your room.

“I didn’t use you to get back at her” His voice is soft, calm but in your eyes condescending.

“YOU DI- you did. Taehyung you did and i don’t see any reason for you to lie to me like you did- like are if you hadn’t used me. AND- and when i asked you in the groupchat after i told you i didn’t use you to get over my ex you couldn’t give me a straight answer if it wasn’t because you wer-ARE using me to get to her what is it?”

“I-I”

“Yeah that what i thought”

“NO-no just give me a minute….”

Be honest just be honest.

“….I couldn’t tell you then and there because i was scared ok? I was scared and it was in front of everyone and i just panicked ok? And since then i’ve mostly just relied on you knowing things… like you knowing what i’m thinking or what i’m feeling, on what i need or want to go from that to having to say i want you, that i love you seriously for once was really fucking scary and i’ve never really been good with words in serious situations so-so i took some time and i wrote the song to say the things i couldn’t then. I-i don’t expect you to just forgive me cuz i wrote one for you but i want it to be a start to let you know i’m serious when it comes to you”

“You… are?”

“Always. I know it might not seem that way cuz of how i am but i swear i am so serious about everything that concerns us…

And about the Jennie stuff this is really silly to admit out loud but i wanted to use her to make you jealous… I didn’t know Jaehyun and you were gonna break up that day or that you were gonna come over but i had planned it out giving Tan to her and casually just dropping into into conversation just to see how you would react to see if i had a chance shitty i know but i was desperate and stupid. I was gonna tell you but then things with us were going so well and i kinda just go caught up in it all i didn’t want you to hate me and i didn’t want any of this to end. Still i that isn’t a valid excuse and despite my fears i should of just told you i’m sorry”

The door clicks open and you step out.

“Taehyu-“

“Call me Tae…” Let me know you don’t hate me “…please”

“Tae”

He smiles.

“I just wanna clarify that i’m not mad that Jennie is in the picture or anything that would be hypocritical of me”

“Hypocritical or not you could be mad… are you mad?”

“Shut up be serious please” You playfully shove him.

“You so are” He giggles “That’s hot”

“No i’m mad you lied about it”

“I know and i’m sorry”

“For stuff like this…. i’m trying to be open and honest with everyone involved you know?”

“I know”

You breathe out a sigh of relief glad that Tae knows where you’re coming from without having to explain any further.

“Ok”

“Ok” Tae’s boxy grin on full display.

He hesitates for a second before saying fuck it mentally and cupping your face with both of his hands.

“Can i kiss you now?”

“I thought you’d never ask”

—

long story story having their relationship being built on pure vibes not words catches up to them and they realise it sorry ending kinda meh but i wasn’t gonna finish this any other way also the whole tae in paris bit at the door is him remembering what jennie said to him #flashbsck i hope you all got that idk if i did that well or not wow this is like the longest offline post yet go me!?

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[teenytinyjimin]

golden (k. taehyung)

and i can see it all (in my mind)

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

i once believed love would be (black and white)

but it’s golden (golden)

summary: in which she can’t sleep, but that’s okay, because she could stay wide awake in bed forever if it meant that forever was spent with him

pairing: taehyung x reader

tags: fluff, sleepy!tae, affectionate!tae, relatively domestic but still idol!tae, somehow famous!oc

warnings: none! besides a lot of adorable sleepy fluff

authors note: i wrote this months ago on ao3 but decided to take it, rewrite it a little, and post it on here. hope you enjoy<3

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

Tick. Tick. Tick.

She stared at the ceiling, the sound of the wall clock echoing throughout the bedroom. Typically she would be fast asleep at this time, considering the fact that any downtime she can get these days is time she takes advantage of for sleep. However, her life was so hectic and so scattered that her sleep schedule was quite inconsistent and messed-up. Sometimes she wouldn't be asleep until three a.m., and other times she was getting up at that time. Taehyung was a lot more used to it at this point – ten years of this kind of lifestyle really changes a person. She, on the other hand, hated it, and found herself awake at times she truly shouldn't be. This was one of those times.

Getting bored of the design of the ceiling, her head turned slightly as she sought after a better sight to look at. The sight of her lover next to her in bed, to be exact. He was fast asleep and probably would be for several more hours if she didn't wake him up. However, something within her was urging her to gently nudge him awake. Perhaps it was her very own selfishness that wanted nothing more than to be in his arms and spend quality time with him. Or maybe she just didn't want to be alone in her conscious boredom.

Turning from her back to her side, she rested her head on her arm as she gazed at him. The part of his face encapsulated by the golden morning light was glowing – his features were so soft, so beautiful. His little freckles were, at this time of day, hardly noticeable, but as someone who had spent years admiring them, she could still see each and every one. Her eyes traced his face softly as they landed upon the freckle lining the edge of his lips, her mind racing with thoughts of kissing it over and over and over. They then trailed back up to the one on the tip of his nose – again, one she could kiss an infinite amount of times. Then there was the one on his cheek, the one she did in fact kiss over and over.

She had to stop. The more she thought about kissing him, the more she actually wanted to. Oh, she wanted nothing more than to drown him in her love.

"Tae."

"Mmm."

He wasn't as asleep as she previously thought. Her voice was soft, almost inaudible, yet he seemed to have heard it as if she were yelling at him. But that was the thing – his ears were always alert, always listening for her sweet voice. Because in his mind, the only sound that mattered was the sound that came from her.

"Can't sleep." She whispered in response, tracing his face with the tip of her fingernail. He once again made another noise, turning his head so that it was buried further into his pillow. He didn't want to wake up. She knew he didn't.

"Taehyung." She said his name again, this time in full. She felt increasingly more needy. She wanted nothing more than all of him, all of his attention, all of his love.

"Mmm." He once again repeated, this time less audible. She ruffled his hair gently, letting his soft locks consume her hand. His left eye, which wasn't yet buried into the pillow, opened. She could swear she could feel her heart skip a beat as he looked at her. He was so good at making her feel like she was falling in love all over again without even trying.

"Good morning my love," she whispered oh-so-softly, giving him the gentlest of smiles. He didn't move for a moment, still staring at her, before suddenly reaching over and grabbing her. With a small squeal, she giggled as he pulled her close to him and buried his face into the crook of her neck. "Good morning, darling." His morning voice would be the death of her. He placed the softest of kisses upon the closest bit of skin his lips could find. And then another. And another. Kiss after kiss after kiss until she couldn't take it anymore and started giggling once again.

“Stoooopppp!" She whined, struggling to push him away from her. She didn't want him to stop. Finally, after a minute of struggle, her eyes met his as she noticed the small smirk on his face. God, he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. Everything about him was perfect.

"Is there something you need?" He hummed, now propped up on his elbow. His other arm was snaked around her waist, his hand tracing shapes onto her back. She gazed at him with lidded eyes, pure bliss coursing through her veins. As she admired every last part of him, she almost completely forgot about the point of waking him up in the first place. At this moment in time, none of that mattered anymore. She just wanted to go back to sleep with him. Her brain melting with thoughts of love and adoration, she buried her face into his chest, taking in his scent.

"No," She murmured. "Nothing at all."

She barely felt the final kiss he placed on the top of her head as she quickly drifted off to sleep once again.

#teenytinyjimin #bangtan #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts fanfiction #bts fic #fluff #bts v #bts taehyung #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #v fanfic #taehyung fluff #v fluff #taehyung x reader #v x reader #fanfic

[nightswithkookmin]

Everyone else: “he said he didn’t have a girlfriend” Me: but he didn’t say he didn’t have a boyfriend

It really is interesting seeing everyone's reaction, when there shouldn't be one. Someone planting fake stories or whatever they are as a way to villanize him, and yet, nothing he has allegedly done is even considered bad.

People shame sex positivity and thus why we still have people who call women slvts/tramps simply for fulfilling very human needs.

Now I'm not saying that thats what JK is doing, but, in terms of something bad, trying to shame someone or expose them for back hugging someone and then immediately jumping straight into "they're fucking" is quite the reach lol.

Not long ago I made a post saying these people can't tell when a man is queer. I told them they are the same ones who would end up dating married men cos the keep missing the signs.

Did I not say over and over that Jikook were the only ones in that group that weren't groaning and moaning over not being coupled up while Tae was exhibiting signs of depression and loneliness?

I used to drag Tuktukkers for missing the sign T was depressed and lonely as fuck and would call them out for Shipping a man who wanted nothing more than deeper intimacy and connection and begged for hybe to get him a girlfriend or boyfriend cos dude was going through it and it showed.

But one look at Jikook and it's like they didn't even know ow what loneliness was. Lowkey made them appear tone deaf around Tae acting like he was clingy and too needy sommin. But at least JM tried for him.

I remember T talking about going through something and Jk jx blurted out, well if you need someone to talk to feel free to reach out to the members. I was like SIRRRRRŔ. HE'S YOUR COMMONALITY YOUS SUPPOSED TO SAY COME TO ME NOT GO TO THEM.

You know, little things like this. Oh notice how in his live he says Tae called him and asked to come over to record at his place and he was like boy why so sudden????

Then Jm didn't even remember letting Tae sleep over when dude said he was having a night mare at night.

They jx couldn't relate 🤧

Bless their hearts they can be so wrapped up in their own world sometimes.

So for me, I couldn't believe Tuktukk was real for the same reason I don't believe Jk or JM is seeing any body else.

For JK this is the second time he has publicly and openingly renounced a girl. Fling or not, one night stand or not, YOU MEAN NOTHING TO HIM. NOTHING.

And this goes to all mijoo believers as well

NOTHING. YALL MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

And please he said HE DIDN'T NEED ONE.

SEXUAL INTIMACY- EVERYONE NEEDS IT.

IF HE'S NOT GETTING IT FROM NO GIRL THEN HE'S DEFINITELY GETTING IT FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE COS HE'S NOT A VIRGINIA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

NAUGHTY NAUGHTY BOY

Daddy getting hot at the jibooty shop

Doing something unholy

[hyufucks]

𓆩♡𓆪 txt and their favorite places to kiss you !

 warning(s): none! only fluff and cute scenarios 

yeonjun ✦

he love kissing your hands! he will take your hand gently and spread little kisses along it with great care and love. sometimes he rubs his nose against your skin, like a kitten trying to get your attention.

he likes to take you by surprise and wrap his hands around your waist from behind, giving you little kisses on your bare shoulders and resting his head there. he usually does it when he feels very tired from a long day at work and just wants to pamper you or have you pamper him to relax <3

yeonjun particularly likes you to stroke his hair when he's cuddling and giving you kisses on your hands or gently stroking them, as he feels so comfortable and at ease with you that he thinks he could fall asleep instantly.

soobin ✦

our beautiful leader likes very much to give you small kisses on your lips, very sweetly and also tenderly, showing all his love and appreciation in you.

soobin caresses your arms with his fingertips, trying to get your attention. when you finally look at him, he will pout adorablely for you to kiss on his pompous lips, earning a smile from you as he cups your face in his hands and rubs his nose against yours before connecting his lips with yours to form a nice kiss.

he likes to cuddle up with you in bed or on the sofa after a nice make out session, sharing mutual caresses and nice words about how much you love each other and how happy you are to have each other.

beomgyu ✦

gyu LOVES to kiss your neck; it's one of his favorite places to share kisses and hide his face when he feels sad, tired or simply to inhale your sweet aroma that he loves so much.

at first you thought he was doing it because he was a bit needy, but you were quickly mistaken when his kisses were so cute and soft that you couldn't help but feel your chest tighten and form a smile at the adorable act of love towards you.

beomgyu also likes to be kissed on his neck! he feels very loved and cared when you cuddle him and fall asleep comfortably in the hollow of his neck or on his chest. he loves to wrap his arms around your body and provide you with soft caresses to relax you, causing you to repeat his actions, falling asleep and enjoying the warm and cozy feeling of your bodies together.

taehyun ✦

tae likes to give you kisses on your face, especially on your cheeks and nose. he does it very often to the surprise of many.

when he comes from work he dedicatesto kissing every part of your face until he reaches your lips. he really likes to see your face completely red because of his gestures of love.

when you met him, your first thought was "this guy is anti-romantic", but of course the time made you change your mind when you realized that he's a person full of love and he's willing to show it to you every second if necessary.

plus: if you are very tired or sad, taehyun will simply take your face in his hands and give you multiple kisses while telling you that you are the person he loves the most in the world, that you are enough, that he is proud of you and that he always will be (i'm crying at this point).

huening kai ✦

our adorable maknae (he's older than me lol) loves to kiss your forehead and head, like he's healing you from some kind of pain or he just does it because he considers you his special and so adorable baby that it's inevitable that he won't kiss you tenderly <3

you don't really know where this cute kai habit of kissing your head when he comes home from work or kissing your forehead when he wishes you goodnight / when he has to go to work early while you're still sleeping started from, but definitely you don't want him to stop for nothing in the world.

he also likes a lot when you do the same, giving him little kisses on his forehead when he tells you that he feels tired from work and that he simply wants you to pamper him as if he were you baby.

plus: he does something akin to beomgyu, letting you lie on his chest while he plays with your hair and kisses the top of your head.

#tomorrow x together scenarios #txt scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #soobin scenarios #beomgyu scenarios #taehyun scenarios #hueningkai scenarios #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #soobin fluff #beomgyu fluff #taehyun fluff #hueningkai fluff #tomorrow x together #txt #txt x y/n #txt x reader #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #soobin soft hours #yeonjun soft hours #beomgyu soft hours #taehyun soft hours #hueningkai soft hours #choi yeonjun x reader #choi soobin x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #kang taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

[rainbowsuitcase]

Taekook X dom Jimin

smut

Jimin loves to tie his subs Taehyung and Jungkook together and stuff them with a double dildo. Sometimes it’s a reward - he touches them, kisses them, strokes their cocks and tells them all about how good they’ve been while letting them pleasure each other - but he really likes it as a punishment.

It’s simple. They can’t come until they’ve earned his touch and to do that, they have to show him how desperate they are. And out of the two of them, Taehyung is definitely the bigger brat and never hesitates to work his hips enough to jostle Jungkook's end of the dildo too.

Jungkook is the more sensitive one. He always starts begging so quickly, tears in his eyes as he tries to keep kissing Taehyung the way Jimin has instructed them to. He can’t help but start moving his hips against Taehyung's and soon the two subs are just a desperate mess, needy and writhing on the bed.

Jimin always, always waits until Taehyung starts begging too. Taehyung knows it, but he loves teasing their poor baby too and so he always, always holds off until Jungook starts begging him.

“Tae hyung, please, please,” Kookie whines, teary eyed, and Taehyung shifts his hips again to make him sob once more.

Only then does he turn his puppy eyes at Jimin and whine, "Jiminie, please" and only then does Jimin reach for them and wrap his hands around their cocks. Only then, as Jungkook sobs with relief and Tae moans with pleasure, does he make them come.

#bit #smut #dom jimin #taekook #vkook #vminkook #sub taehyung #sub jungkook #toys #bts smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #bts fic #bts drabble

[borathae]

Can we get one sweet or smutty HCS about Jungkookie and yoongi from the sanguis world? I know he's shown more with tae because yoongis soulmate is oc but I wanna see how they interact without her

YES YOU CAN OMFG BESTIES SANGUIS YOONKOOK IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OMFG

the bond between Yoongi and Kook is so special

and I’m not talking solely on a romantic level, but on so many other levels as well

it is so special

so so special 

as we all know, Kook is from Yoongi’s sire line

which already adds such a special layer to their bond

The Sire and his creation 

what a lovely thing to be

Yoongi considers Jungkook the only right one descending from his blood

of course we have Fredrick and all the other creations 

but at the end of the day, most are still….a little twisted in their own ways

Yoongi considers Kook the only right one from his bloodline 

he treasures the young vampire so much

I don’t think you guys understand how much he treasures him

sometimes, Yoongi looks at Kook do mundane things or interact with others

and he’ll take in how kind hearted, gentle and soft the young Ripper is

and he will smile to himself and think

“My blood doesn’t just create monsters so it seems.”

yes, Kookie is the only right one sharing his blood

Yoongi knows and he is happy that he is

which is why their bond is so special 

now to the smutty part because you asked for it

another way which truly showcases how special their bond is, is the sex they’re having

Yoongi likes sex with Jungkook

we all know how important that fact is

you can count the people Yoongi actively enjoys sexually engaging with on one hand

no exaggeration

Jungkook is the second finger Yoongi would lift if he ever listed the people he likes sleeping with

this is such a big deal omfg 

Yoongi shows his lower body to Jungkook

sober and without any sort of intoxication influences

Jungkook knows the shape of his cock both soft and hard, the colour of it and how it sits between his pale legs

he knows how it feels between his fingers and how much it weighs on his tongue

just as he knows how sweet his orgasm tastes and how good it feels to have his length grind against his’

they really love frotting

it’s so important to them

sometimes they make out and take off their pants just so they can frot as they kiss

Yoongi is such a fumbler whenever that happens

he’s never able to keep his hands off of Kook’s dick

while the younger is destined to gasp and squeeze Yoongi’s waist for support

it doesn’t always end in penetrative sex

quite frankly, most of the time it ends in Kook losing himself way too soon and cumming all over their cocks and tummies and Yoongi smiling into the kiss with a teasing

“you’re such a needy babyboy”, on his tender lips

I can also see them really enjoying cockwarming

in a late night, everyone else is sleeping OR Yoonkook on the road, setting

no matter what, it’s gonna happen late at night

with Koo barely being awake and Yoongi being in an adoring mood 

he’ll be his big spoon, propped up on his elbow and with Kook’s head resting on his lower arm as the younger vampire barely manages to keep his eyes open

and Yoongi will talk to him softly, trace his face, play with his hair and ear, outline his neck and kiss his bared shoulder 

and in the intimacy of it all, he’ll very carefully slide his cock into Kook

and the younger one won’t even notice it at first until Yoongi begins to grow hard inside him and a feeling of fullness begins to overcome Kook

by the time that happens, he’ll already be so so sleepy that he can only react in small mewls and weak flutters of his hole

and Yoongi will kiss his neck and whispers little words of love against his skin

“Relax sweet one, hyung just wanted to be closer to you. Lean into me, it’s okay. I’ll be so gentle, my sweet one.”

and Koo will doze off with Yoongi’s cock keeping him feeling so whole and his kisses reminding him that he is adored 

and it’s going to be such a good sleep

also side note but there might be a possibility that Yoongi can make Jungkook climax in his sleep without waking him

in conclusion the bond between Yoongi and his beloved creation is so special

truly so, so special

I love them so much you guys. I cry everytime I think about them. They are so 😭 like I don’t wanna start another list of HCs but I genuinely think that if OC never was, Kook would have been able to help Yoongi find the meaning in life instead. Perhaps it would have happened differently, but Kookie would have been able to do that for Yoongi. I'm not even fucking kidding 😭😭

#asks: sanguis duology #anon #asks #hcs #hcs: sanguis duology

[miniimapp]

When 4*TOWN Are On Tour

Gen ;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; None

Proofread + Edited ;; Lmao

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 17 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !! Now that I can write again its just a game of catch up for the days I missed so that's fun lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - High Spirits

T is keeping spirits as light as possible all of the time

Cracking jokes,, smiling widely,, he'll even provoke other more pent up members to get them to release their tension on him

Not healthy,, don't recommend

Silly T,, take care of yourself

He really appreciates when you text him or call him,, don't call him out of the blue the boy's got things to do but drop a text anytime

T adores coming back onto the bus and finding that he's got a message from you

Will giggle and kick his feet as he reads it

Yes,, the others will make fun of him

No,, he doesn't give a flying fuck

Jesse - Cool, Calm and Collected-ish

Just like taking his kids on holiday tbh

Mans has got plenty of check-lists

He's way too prepared to be stressed

There's literally no way he could be

Jesse has checklists for his checklists

Maybe it's a problem actually,, seems like something people might get checked out..

Oh well..

Jesse is talking to you anyway he can except maybe video call

First,, signal is shit

Second,, don't tell anyone but he has an irrational fear that the video will freeze on a really unflattering frame of him and somehow the call will get hacked into and a photo of that unflattering image will get spread all over the internet..

Yknow only the most realistic scenarios from our Jesse

But yeah,, he loves chatting away with you about how his boys are doing and asking about is kids back home

Aaron Z - Sleeping Like a Log

If anyone is wondering where Z is,, he is napping

Mans has the worst case of jet lag even if they've literally travelled nowhere

Idk how he does it but Z always get jet lag on every semi-long journey, let alone a tour so

He will call you in between naps and tour stuff

He prefers that over texting because he misses hearing your voice

He won't video call though because Jesse's indoctrinated him with that stupid fear

Z will fall asleep on call with you

Be prepared lmao

Robaire - Worry Wart

Ro gets incredibly stressed around tour times so contact tends to be minimal

He's never without a coffee on these tours,, honestly might be unhealthy but we move

You make sure to let him initiate any form of contact,, whether it be a call, texting, or whatever,, so you don't stress him out further

Robaire tends to get very in his head about things

Especially when he feels he has something to prove

When Ro does make contact,, make sure to pepper any calls with some affirmation and any texts with the same

He really does appreciated it,, even if he doesn't always verbalise that appreciation

Tae Young - No, you can't bring the local zoo-

Best believe Tae goes to every pet shop,, zoo,, animal cafe and bird sanctuary they go past on their journey

And he's not only seen but befriended every stray animal nearby and became the godparent of its future children

No one knows how Tae does it and they're all a bit too scared to ask

Tae likes to video call

He ignores Jesse and Z

He actually prefers if you initiate it because sometimes he doesn't feel like he's being a bit needy on tour

Tae just wants to see you okay hhhhhh

Sometimes the other will find him scrolling back up through your message history

Tae has a little folder of all his favourite messages you've sent him while on tour in the past and he reads through those too

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

#4town christmas countdown #4town #4town headcanons #4town jesse #4town robaire #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town tae young #4town x reader

[random4townheadcanons]

can you do headcanons of what 4towns habits are?

(sorry, english isn't my first language haha)

4town members’ habits headcanons!!

Ok so these aren’t necessarily all going to be bad habits, and some of them might not even technically be habits but nonetheless I hope you enjoy :)

Robaire - he is constantly cleaning and reorganizing anything that can be cleaned or reorganized. It’s kind of a compulsion. He’s a perfectionist, and if he can’t think of something to do, he will deep clean the entire house, even if he did it yesterday. Sometimes the other members will walk into the house or exit their rooms and see everything completely rearranged for no reason. He also tends to overwork himself and doesn’t let himself relax enough, and the other members often have to step in to make sure he takes enough personal time.

Jesse - Jesse can obsessively worry about the other members, and can get really protective of them, which does more harm than good. It causes him a lot of stress but he just can’t help it. They always remind him that everything will be okay but he is constantly anxious about them getting themselves into bad situations, and then his protective side really jumps out. He also tends to feel like he needs to be the most responsible and make sure to take care of everyone else (especially Tae), but he knows that they are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, its just one of his obsessive “dad habits”.

Tae Young - Tae gets extremely worked up and irritated about things that don’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. If he is playing a video game and he keeps spending a ton of time trying to beat a level that he just can’t get past, he will get PISSED. He will start cussing and possibly cry angry tears. T offers to help him, but Tae always refuses because he wants the satisfaction of being able to say that he did it himself. (I’m picturing Tae playing Cuphead and trying to beat Dr. Kahl’s robot and screaming at the screen with tears streaming down his face while T tries to cheer him up but is agonized over the fact that he would easily be able to beat it for him and save him all the trouble).

Aaron T - T always puts other people and their issues before his own, and when other people try to help him with one of his problems/struggles, he tries to play it off as a joke because he doesn’t want to be a burden to anyone else. However, he has gradually stopped doing this because he knows they actually care for him and he’d never be a burden to them. He also always waits way too long before he decides to get gas for his car, so they will be driving and then Z will be like “HOLY SHIT T, YOU NEED TO GET GAS, LIKE RIGHT NOW!” And its a miracle that he makes it to the gas station every time. This one isn’t really a bad habit, but he is always hugging or leaning on the other members (usually Z) and he wouldn’t be able to quit if he tried, but they all love that about him and would never want him to change.

Aaron Z - he’s a compulsive hand washer/showerer. If Z sees something that grosses him out or leaves a bad taste in his mouth, he will force himself to wash his hands or take a shower, and it has gotten to a point where T carries a bottle of hand lotion for him so his hands don’t dry out. If they watch a particularly terrifying horror movie, no matter how late at night it is, Z will need to take a shower after and he will make T sit on the floor and wait for him (and talk to him the whole time) so he “doesn’t die.” He’s also an irrational thinker when he gets scared, and he often catastrophizes and prepares for the worst. He also tries to downplay his emotions because he doesn’t want to seem needy, but obviously the other members have taught him that he doesn’t need to hide anything. He is most comfortable and transparent with T, because they’re inseparable and are never apart.

I hope you liked these :)

KEEP SENDING REQUESTS!!

#4town #4 town #4*town #4town headcanons #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town aaron z

[chickensarentcheap]

1)  So the first time they actually laid eyes on each other? Or the first time they sort of sat down and got to know one another?  I’m going to go with the moment he discovered her standing on his porch, giving his dog attention.   He was intrigued by her;   this tiny, dark haired little thing with a wide variety of tattoos and piercings.   He was curious: who was she, why was she there?  When they were finally face to face and introduced, just how small she is registered with him and he found himself questioning her ability to help on the job.  Seeing her as someone petite and fragile that is getting in way over their head.   When he was given the chance to speak to her, he found she was very warm and bubbly,  extremely well spoken, and had just a hint of that assertiveness poking through.  

Esme was only surprised when she met Tyler. She had heard all the stories and the rumours and had created an image of him in her mind.  When they met, he was nothing like she expected him to be.  It was physical things she noticed at first; eyes,  arms, forearms, hands.  And during the short time they had to speak alone, she felt he was a haunted and broken man shouldering a lot of pain.   And he had a humanity in his eyes; that she noticed before with other mercenaries.  Despite his job and his rough life, he still had a lot of compassion for others.  

2) This is a hard one! As they were both feeling things at the same time.  Both had gotten out of horrible first marriages and had sworn up and down that they’ve never get serious about anyone else.  Lust was there right away; they reacted to that very quickly.  But I think it was Esme that started really feeling things.  Just lying there afterwards with him.  And feeling safe and secure for the first time in her life.

3) Tyler did.   He tried to push her away in Dhaka.  When it became apparent that things were ‘happening’ between them and he was feeling things.  They’d had argument that got pretty volatiles and he grabbed her by the throat to scare her.   Hoping he would scare her off and they would both escape hurting one another in the end.

4)  It was rough and intense and passionate.  In the aftermath of the fight and with his hand around her throat and his body pressing hers against the wall.  Things just ‘snapped’ and the kiss happened.  It was savage and needy and desperate.  And awesome.

5)  Esme.  She is very comfortable and in her element when it comes to social situations. Tyler is always happy to just stand back and let her handle things lol

6) We hear a lot about Esme getting upset over the thirsty bitches, but it’s actually Tyler that gets jealous easier.  He does not like other men checking out his wife or making him comments towards and sometimes even escalating things.

7)  Esme.   She said it to him on the bridge.  When she thought he was dying in her arms.

8)  These two just love being with one another. Whether it’s hanging out on the beach or napping in the hammock. Tyler enjoys giving her surfing lessons and they’ll also go paddle boarding together.  But their absolute favourite thing to do is take road trips together.   Just pack up drinks and food and take off and just explore different places

9) Faithfully, by Journey is a good one.  I Found, by Amber Run. 

10) Tyler’s nickname for Esme is ‘Me’ and her nickname for him is Tae

11) Esme is definitely the stricter parent. Tyler is very laid back in his approach to raising them.  And he’s the one with all the patience.  But he can be strict and a disciplinarian when he needs to be

12)  They make a big deal out of holidays! They love to entertain outdoors and have the perfect place for it.  But for Christmas, they always go to New York it and stay at the brownstone they purchased there.  The kids love the white Christmas experience :)

13)  Tyler is an excellent cook. It’s one of his hidden talents.  Ad he is the one that does ninety percent of the cooking. Whether it’s in the kitchen, bbq, or over an open fire down on the beach. 

#Tyler and Esme series

[everybloom]

Can I request about punishing kitten!taeyong?

Heey, I just finished your ask, sorry if you see any mistakes, sleep is really getting to me, btw, let me know if you notice. Hope you like it💕

Taeyong never gave you much trouble, he always tried to be the best kitten he could be, being at your feet when you asked, looking at you with his eyes almost shining. So it was to be expected that punishments would be scarce in your relationship, and in fact they were, he received so many rewards that you were more like a softdom.

All that kind aura of his would go away the moment his heat approached, he would become more aggressive in his advances, more direct when asking for you, sometimes too inquisitive, which was understandable but irritated you deeply. It was during this period that he seemed to forget who was in charge and any opportunity he had to hook on you, he would. He loved to surprise you with a semi-erection rubbing against your ass, letting out ragged moans in his ear, you knew he wasn't aroused enough to moan like that, but it didn't stop teasing you.

Dealing with this kind of behavior from him was easy for you for a day or two, but by the time you reached the third, and therefore the day before the start of heat, you had already lost patience for Taeyong's debauchery. You were watching television when you saw him approach you only in his underwear, he sat on your thigh and everything was acceptable until he started rubbing there, what started subtly was already with him riding your thigh with all the strength he had, until then you could confront him and leave strong slaps on his ass, which instead of making him give up, only made him work harder.

He made you lose your sanity as soon as he got to your ear and told you he had a plug up his ass, that's when you moved to make him lie on the couch his chest crumpled in his hands, his face smeared red and fear for never having seen you so angry. The erection he sported just felt tighter and tighter in the fabric of his underwear, that was already bothering him so much, he tried to close his eyes to hold back, but all he could think about was you, you taming him, you on top of him, slapping his face. face and making him gasp in pain and pleasure.

"Did you really think you could get away with this? Rubbing up my thigh like a needy slut?" you growled and felt him shrink.

"Hmm... Please touch me, I want you so bad, and I'm so hard it hurts."

"To be honest I hope it hurts a lot more." his sarcastic voice made him shudder.

Before he could ask one more time, you pulled his boxers off of him faster than he could keep up, the red cock showing imposing. Taeyong trembled all over when you took his cock with your hands, one squeezing the base and the other caressing the glans, his eyes rolled just by the sensation of touch, the moan was muffled by one of his hands.

"I hope you're not trying to hide your noises from me kitten. Because if you are, your punishment will be much more severe."

And just like that you felt his cock grow wetter under his touch, the hand that had once covered his mouth was now twisting your own hair, hips wobbling with the speed you brought him closer to orgasm. You took your hands off the cock just to spit on it, not that it needed to get wetter, quite the opposite, Tae was dripping, but because you know how excited that would make him. When you put your hands on him again, he let out a scream so loud you were surprised, and from there it took little movement for him to start a chorus of "I'm close, I'm close, very close, please, please! ".

"Do you want to cum kitty?"

"I-I want, pretty please!"

"How much do you want to cum?"

"Sooo badly!"

When you felt his cock throbbing incessantly your hands were gone, but Tae's body was already too prepared, so all his load was dumped into his milky belly to the sound of loud and frustrated moans. When he shook off the shudders of the ruined orgasm, he managed to say:

"Give me one more please, that one wasn't all good."

"And why not?" you asked ironically.

"I wish you had milked me to the end, but you ruined my orgasm, please!"

"Only good kittens have completely good orgasms, bad kittens are denied or ruined orgasms when I'm feeling especially good."

"But please! I swear I'll be quick, please!"

"Ohh kitten, you're only going to cum when your heat comes, understand?"

"Yes, owner."

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[7ndipity]

Hello, I would like to request a headcannon or mtl on who likes receiving hickeys and bites from their girlfriend and where they tend to like getting them. You have one for who likes giving them and where, but I'm the sort of lady who likes marking up her partners... so colour me curious.

Mtl on Receiving Hickeys(and where)

Warnings: Suggestive,

A/N: Now I'm also curious so... Thank you for bringing this to my attention, lol😚

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Hobi

Jimin

Jungkook

Namjoon

Taehyung

Yoongi

Jin

Jimin-Hobi: Literally as soon as I read this ask, my brain went “HOPEMIN”. I think Hobi really likes the idea of literally being decorated in your passion for him(lowkey feel like he would have a lil pain kink), loving when you leave marks on his chest and neck. Jimin’s very much the same, he just love feeling you lips on his skin and gets a kick out of seeing the little blooms of red and purple on his neck and shoulders that mark him as yours.

Jungkook-Namjoon: Both of them I think would claim they’re not as into being marked, but it not-so-secretly drives them crazy. For Jk, something about you marking him up the same way he does to you just scratches the possessive part of his brain like nothing else. He’s up for them anywhere you want to put them, but his weak spot is still his neck. Joon would prefer them were more easily hidden tho, which works out quite well considering how sensitive his chest and tummy are😘, but he can’t deny that he also loves when you latch onto his neck sometimes.

Tae-Yoongi: Tend to only be into it when they’re feeling particularly needy/subby. Similar to how he gives them, Tae likes them in slightly unusual places, like on his back along his shoulders, but he also loves them on his thighs. Yoongi likes to play indifferent about where you leave marks on him, but you’ve seen the way his face screws up when you nip his hips or inner thighs, so he ain’t fooling anybody.

Jin: Jin’s the wildcard here bc I think he thinks he’s not that into them, until the first time you nip the side of his neck during a makeout, just teasing more than anything, and he accidentally lets out the loudest fucking whine it actually startles both of you. After that, it’s game over for him. He’s a classicalist tho, mostly prefers them on his neck.

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[h0neypjm]

Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?” 

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.” 

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.” 

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding. 

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.” 

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh” 

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together. 

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown. 

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time. 

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue. 

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered. 

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.” 

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.” 

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock. 

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue. 

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt. 

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.” 

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion. 

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves. 

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery. 

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon. 

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length. 

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

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[untaemedqueen]

Snowed In

Best Friend!Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Best Friends To Lovers, Huddle of Warmth, Domestic!AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Mega Fluff, Marking, Impregnation Kink, Thigh Slapping, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Possessive!Hoseok, Ab Worship, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Belly Bulge, Multiple Orgasms, Doggy Style, Spanking, Cream Pie

WordCount: 15k

A/N: Okay! MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS! I’m super super lucky to have all of my darlings in one collab with me! Always a shoutout to my loves @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​, @xjoonchildx​ and @underthejoon​ for rooting me on always! Shout out to @hobi-gif​ for beta-ing it and literally helping me learn English lmfao. My other loves @snackhobi​ and @yeojaa​ rooted on the idea for this fic and helped me flesh things out and I’m so lucky I’m constantly surrounded by such amazing people!

Seasons for most people inspire and bring delight with every change of color on leaves in high up trees. Yet with you, you always hated all the seasons and everything they stood for. Until you met him. Or let him in anyway.

It sounds corny and ridiculous. It probably is.

People always deemed you cold hearted or uncaring and it was all true. But he brought love to your heart. He made colors brighter. He made the world seem bigger and better than you ever noticed before.

He was always around, even if you didn't want him to be. You had some friends from childhood that insisted on keeping him around. He was kind and eager with everything that he did. And it annoyed the ever living crap out of you.

But you slowly opened up that iron cage around your heart and let him in. Even if it took him ages for you to let him in, he was determined.

You never understood why it always turned terribly cold the day before Halloween. It was a constant as well as surprising. But, what was probably more surprising was that people couldn't give a bigger fuck about frigid temperatures when they had revealing costumes to wear.

"I don't wanna go!" you whine to Taehyung as he takes off his shirt. Rolling his eyes, he throws the fabric perfectly on the top of your head before thrusting his fist up in the air.

"Score!" he cheers loudly as he grabs the top of his costume.

You ball up the tee-shirt in hand before chucking it at him with a sneer.

"Kim Taehyung," you mumble as you look back down at your phone.

"You have to go. Do you want me to not get pussy? Is that what it is? You have an agenda against me? A no pussy agenda? That's fucked up Y/N. I can't even believe you!" He rants as he slips on his top.

"Oh my God," you murmur as you lean back against the headboard of his bed.

Knowing this man since you were six -- nothing has changed. He's been by your side through thick and thin. He has always been a fearless best friend and a fierce fighter for you.

You've never liked people but the one person you've really only cared for has been Kim Taehyung. And, Park Jimin -- but he's a different story entirely.

"Jaemin is going too, you don't want to see your own boyfriend?" Taehyung asks as he stands in front of his mirror.

You look up slowly from your phone only to catch his gaze through the mirror. "Jaemin is his own person. He can do whatever he wants without me having to be by his side like glue."

Taehyung snorts gently as he combs his fingers through his hair.

"Man, I don't know how you keep relationships. You're so mean. Jaemin has a strong heart to be with you," you give him a fake smile as you flip him your middle finger.

"Not everyone needs to be as coddled as you do, Tae," you reply as you stand up off the bed.

"Hey. I'm only so needy and clingy because my parents didn't love me as a child," he says as he puts hairspray in his hair.

You snort gently at his words before the door of his dorm room opens.

"Tae!" you hear Hoseok cheer and you internally sigh.

In your first year of college, Hoseok was in every single class you signed up for. You saw him for multiple hours a day and he was so nice -- so completely nice, that it was terrifying.

No one should be so kind and selfless but that's just who he is. Once Taehyung and Jimin had met him, the trio that you’d always been had turned into some bizarre foursome that you didn't quite care for. You were used to the other two around, but with Hoseok you just became uncomfortable. Maybe it's your crippling anxiety or your extreme awkwardness.

"Hey Hoseok!" Taehyung calls out to him as he grabs his pants.

Hoseok looks around the room before spotting you. His smile seems to widen -- if that's even possible.

He is incredibly handsome. His eyes always seem to sparkle with an energy you've never really seen before. Jimin calls it allure, Taehyung calls it kindness.

“Y/N! Hey! Happy Halloween!” He says happily as he enters the room.

His costume is simple, just a leather jacket, black t-shirt and black ripped jeans with a Scream mask hanging from his neck but it’s nice.

“Hey, Hobi,” you reply, your voice is wrapped with dull tones. Sitting back down on the bed, you look at your phone for a distraction.

“What’s your costume?” he asks as he sits down beside you.

“She’s going as herself. Because, that’s the scariest thing this world can offer,” Taehyung jeers as he puts on his eyeliner.

You give a fake laugh as you lock your phone. “Wow! Tae, you’re so funny! You get all the girls with your quirky humor?”

Hoseok laughs beside you, the sound is endearing to hear, unfortunately. But, you do find yourself giggling as Taehyung flips you the middle finger right back.

“I don’t like Halloween. Or any holidays as a matter of fact… or people,” you tell the cute black haired boy beside you. He hums understandingly as he folds his arms.

“It’s cool to be introverted,” he replies softly which Taehyung scoffs at.

“Not my Y/N. When she’s with me, she breaks out of her shell, right?” you hum uneasily as Taehyung enters the bathroom.

“Because you make me!” you retort loudly, lifting your body off of the headboard of his bed to call out to him. You huff out as you lean back before folding your arms and looking at Hoseok.

“How do you deal with him?” you quip as he looks up at the ceiling.

“He was your friend first,” he replies, a gentle smirk settling onto his features before turning his head to you.

“Touche,” you mutter as Taehyung throws his pajama pants at your head from the doorway of the bathroom.

Going to parties was certainly not a hobby for you. They’re loud and the environment usually smells like stale beer or high proof vodka. People stumble or shove you out of the way in their drunken stupor. It’s usually a gigantic mess.

But, if you must, you go to parties with your two best friends plus one Jung Hoseok, who is too kind for his own good.

Exactly what you hate is right before your eyes as you all pull up to Jimin’s frat house. The music is so loud, you can practically feel the bass beneath your feet as you step onto the front lawn. Already, there are strewn Solo cups on the ground and girls in tiny costumes. Which doesn’t bother you as much, you dress how you want to dress but it’s just so fucking cold!

You see him in passing, your boyfriend flits away before you can even call out to him. He looks good, really good. Sometimes you’re surprised he asked you out first. His hair is coiffed and you know his costume is supposed to be a zombie jock, which isn’t far off from what he normally is. He’s gigantic compared to you, the quarterback of the college football team and sitting comfortably at six foot five. He’s incredibly handsome and he’s yours. Which is bizarre because you never even thought he noticed you at all around the college green until last year.

“Lee Jaemin!” Taehyung calls out to him as he grabs a beer.

You cringe as Tae calls him, he shouldn’t have to come over if he doesn’t want to...

“Oh shit! What’s up guys!” Jaemin cheers loudly. You can hear the slur already in his voice.

He gives high fives to everyone before planting a sloppy, yet quick, kiss to your lips.

“So, where’s your costume?” Jaemin asks you as he pops the top of his can open.

“I don’t like Halloween, you know that,” you mumble as he ruffles your hair with a chuckle.

“You don’t like anything, baby. Except this dick.” He kisses your hairline before walking away leaving you all on your own.

You scratch the back of your neck uncomfortably, before looking over at Taehyung and Hoseok.

“I’m sorry,” your apology is weak as well as your voice.

God, you and Jaemin are so different sometimes.

Taehyung passed you a beer with a gentle scoff and you can tell that he's holding his tongue.

Cracking open the beer, you take a long sip before staring at the frat house.

"I'm sorry I made you come." Tae apologizes softly as your blue haired best friend begins to bolt towards you all.

You grumble softly in response before groaning as Jimin bum rushes you. Knocking all of the air out of your lungs, you cough loudly as he squeezes you tightly to his body.

"Happy Halloween! You bunch of assholes!" he cries happily as he shakes you around in his arms.

"Get… off!" you wheeze out, slapping his arm with all the strength you can muster.

Once he lets go, your free hand drops to your knee as you gasp for breath.

"You okay?" Hoseok asks softly, a goofy smirk on his lips as he presses his hand to your shoulder.

You give a thumbs up weakly before coughing loudly and standing upright.

"LET'S GO PARTY!" Jimin yells loudly across the lawn as he throws his arms up in the air.

You watch as other drunken college kids cheer along with him and you roll your eyes as Hoseok squeezes your shoulder.

You've managed to avoid conversing or dancing throughout the night which seemed like the only highlight so far. The typical pushing and shoving from drunk people to get places was the norm so far. You've been offered blunts and other varying drugs that you politely refused.

Finally, you found an empty couch in the large living room for you to become a loner in. Watching the drunken couple get up from making out to take their affairs elsewhere, you swooped in like a hawk to sit like a marble statue.

You spot Taehyung, his arm high up on the wall as he cages a girl between his hips. They're talking (more like screaming at each other over the loud music) and you lean your head back on the couch as you watch them.

Tae has always had an effervescent personality ever since you were very little, so it's no surprise as he holds his hand out to the random girl and she takes it willingly. You'll have no ride home tonight, you find yourself thinking.

Jaemin hasn't come looking for you once since you saw him on the lawn. He was a partier, you were not.

"Hey!" you hear someone scream to your right.

Looking to the owner of the voice, you give a small smirk as Hoseok flops down beside you.

"I was looking for you!" he calls into your ear as he passes you a Solo cup.

"Why?" you reply confused as your eyes focus on his handsome face in the dim lighting of the living room.

"Because I knew you'd be all alone!" he quips, elbowing you gently with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, the corners of your lips turning upward and you bring the Solo cup to your mouth.

"It's like watching a group of crazed monkeys jumping around!" He jokes as you both watch people dance.

You can feel yourself giggle softly, you couldn't hear anything soft above the music.

There's silence between you two for a bit, but it's comfortable. You can feel his thigh pressing into yours gently as you both watch people moving along with the music.

"Where's Jaemin?" Hoseok calls once more and you shrug flippantly as you take a sip of the mixed drink.

Vodka and cranberry.

"Did you make this?!" you ask him as he throws his arm over the lip of the couch.

He nods with a smile before raising his own.

"It's my favorite!" you call back to him.

"I know!" he replies happily before looking back at all the people.

He's so thoughtful, it's bizarre. Taking another swig of the drink, your eyes catch Jaemin walking up the stairs to his bedroom. Not even a minute later, a girl follows with a knowing smile set on her face.

Your eyebrow raises at the sight and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.  Sitting up slightly, Hoseok follows your gaze and he practically blanches at what you could possibly be thinking.

"Excuse me." you call to him as you stand up.

"Y/N! Wait!" Hoseok screams over the music but his voice gets softer as you weave through all the people dancing.

You feel his hand curl around your arm and your first instinct is to pull away from him. But, he keeps his grip steadfast.

"Stay with me." Hoseok pleads in your ear.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you rip your hand away from him. You grip the banister of the stairs.

As you look up at the second floor landing, it seems more daunting with each and every step.

"Yo!" Jimin cheers as he climbs up the stairs with you.

"Gonna go get your freak on?!" he jeers. Hoseok is quick to elbow him in the ribs, sending a cautionary glance his way that shuts him up quickly.

"Y-Y/N?" Jimin asks as you clutch tighter onto the staircase banister. Your knuckles turn white and you have to focus on your breathing as you ascend further.

You can’t even begin to respond as you reach the top of the staircase. Your mind is running a mile a minute.

Sure, you and Jaemin weren’t attached at the hip but you’ve been dating a year. He never even has given the hint that he was getting tired of you or bored of your presence. Although you could be completely different at times, you were happy when you were together. You didn’t need to see him every day to feel complete, you thought you both were okay.

“Y/N. You don’t have to do this.” Hoseok says as he grabs the Solo cup from your hand.

You can barely hear him above the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

Everything is muffled, even the high volume music that pumps throughout the house.

You spot Taehyung, making out with the girl from earlier outside Jimin’s bedroom. He catches you out of the corner of his eye and sees how ghostly pale you’ve become, his blood runs cold at the sight.

“What’s wrong?” he yells as he leaves the girl on her own.

Swallowing thickly, you ignore him. Your feet are slow and sluggish but you make your way to Jaemin’s room without a second thought.

Your hand shakes as you reach for the door knob. You can hear loud, bitter whispers from the men behind you as you clamp down on the metal in hand. Taking a deep breath, you thrust the door open.

You take your boyfriend of a year in your sights, his hands on the random girls hips as she straddles him. Apparently, they wasted no fucking time getting naked.

Your eyes flutter shut at the image now burned into your corneas. And, you feel as if a hole has been punched through your gut.

Upon opening your eyes, you see your boyfriend's head angle towards the door. His sideburns are caked down with sweat and with narrowed eyes he finally makes out your figure in the dark hallway.

“Holy shit! Hey, baby!” He yells out surprised as he shoves her off his lap.

Just hearing his voice, how it’s meant to sound playful brings tears to your eyes. Your nasal passages burn with bitter intent and you look down at the floor as he sits up.

“Hey, Y/N! Listen, I-” you’re shoved out the way by Taehyung and Jimin who advance towards the quarterback with venom dripping from their gaze.

“You fucking asshole!” Taehyung screams as he punches Jaemin in the face.

You feel arms wrapping around you, none other than Hoseok’s as he pulls you away.

“Chill man! It’s fucking college! You think I was going to just stay with your introverted little creepy friend for the rest of my life?!” you hear Jaemin scream as Hoseok tugs you towards the staircase.

You decided to walk home, even though it was freezing outside. The sharp breeze chills you to the bone and sets your mind alight as you trudge through the brown, crinkled leaves that line the sidewalks.

Hoseok has stayed by your side throughout the walk and thankfully, he hasn’t said a word. You were mad at yourself for crying. Stopping every so often to wipe bitter tears off your cheeks as you folded in on yourself.

He can see you shivering as you get closer to your dorm and he tugs off his leather jacket. Swinging it over your shoulders, he hooks his arm around you before pulling you into his chest.

You feel too dead inside to move, but the warmth and comfort of his body is nice.

“You don’t have to talk. But, I will.” Hoseok says as you finally reach your dorm.

Opening up the door for you, he waits as you scan the keycard to enter the building.

Once safely in the elevator, you shrug off his leather jacket before handing it back to him with a small murmur of a thank you.

You feel lucky that your dorm room is a single, because tonight you would not be ready to deal with a roommate.

Stepping inside your dorm, you make your way over to your bed before sitting down with a huff.

Hoseok, the handsome, kind man that he is sits in front of you. He crosses his legs and all you can see in his eyes is sorrow.

“You are so amazing. You’re too fucking good for that piece of shit asshole. You deserve so much better than him. Even if you come off rough around the edges, you’re kind to your friends and you care deeply about things that are important to you. You’re smart and confident in what you do know and you’re a force to be reckoned with. Fuck him if he doesn’t appreciate you. There are plenty of people in the world that do. Me being one of them,” he says as he puts his hands on your knees.

You weren’t in the mood for nice comments but the way that he says it, with such conviction makes you feel almost lighter in a way.

You open your mouth to reply but nothing comes out.

“You don’t have to talk, you don’t have to entertain me. I’m here for you to make sure you’re okay.” Hoseok says gently as he runs his hands over your knees.

Maybe you’ve been too harsh with him. Maybe he was someone you wanted in your life. He’s helped you in ways you didn’t even think you would need tonight. He’s dependable.

"Thanks, Hobi." you manage to whisper out.

It was a nickname you made for him and only him. And, only you could use it.

"You can lay down if you want. I won't leave you alone, unless you want me too," he says softly.

You didn't know if you could handle being all by yourself right now after the night you've had.

"Stay," you whisper as you take off your hoodie.

He gives an understanding nod as you lay down on your bed. Pulling the covers over you, he sighs gently as you close your eyes.

You never really understood until now why Jimin and Taehyung brought Hoseok into your group. Of course, he was kind and fun to be around but he was dependable and just a genuinely good friend.

"Sit," you tell him as you push yourself flush against the wall, turning onto your side.

Hoseok seems to be fighting within himself for a second before he's kicking off his shoes to sit up against the headboard beside you.

He brings his knees up to his chest before wrapping his arms around them. You've noticed him doing it several times in the past. It's endearing to watch him do it every time, like he needs to make room for something.

Your eyes squeeze shut as you remember the horrible scene from not too long ago. You really, really liked him. Even if you weren't the best at showing it.

"I thought we were okay. I know that sometimes I can be difficult to be with b-"

"Y/N," Hoseok interrupts you. You look up at him as he angles his face down towards yours, "There is nothing wrong with you. This is his fault. I'm not going to sit here and let you beat yourself up over that fucking douchebag."

You hum unsurely, as your fingers pull at a stray strand of fabric that sticks out from your comforter.

"I just… I don't date people because I'm not confident or anything and look what happens," you reply hopelessly as you turn onto your back. Staring at the ceiling, your eyes flit from one glow in the dark star that you and Jimin stuck up there to the other.

"You're beautiful. Not just your face, but your being is beautiful. Confidence isn't easy to gain but you should have it because you deserve it. You're pretty wonderful." Hoseok says as he looks up at the ceiling with you.

His words are warming, like chicken soup when you've got a cold.

"Thanks for being my friend Hobi," you say as you close your eyes.

"Thanks for being mine," he replies, knocking his foot playfully into your hip.

The bedroom door swings open with your two best friends and you sit up on your elbows as they file in.

Taehyung's knuckles are cut up, dried blood flecks his costume and his fingers. Jimin is the same, but a stream of dried blood is apparent from his nose and your eyes widen at the sight.

Tae looks over you before jumping onto your body.

You groan loudly as he manhandles you. He wraps his arms around you into a bear hug before peppering your cheek with kisses.

"I'm so sorry," he cries out as you push at his shoulders.

"Get off me!" you whine, slapping the bloody shirt away from you.

"What happened to you?" Hoseok asks Jimin.

"Jaemin hooked me when I told him that he's no longer welcome in Alpha Sigma Tau." Jimin spits at the simple mention of his name and you feel your heart almost as light as a feather as he winks at you.

Hoseok high fives Chim before looking back up at the ceiling shaking his head.

Maybe being a weird foursome is better than a trio.

Being on campus as the quarterback's ex-girlfriend is uncomfortable and a hard pill to swallow. But, it's easier with the three lunatics you call best friends.

"Help me pack!" you hear Taehyung complain as you lean against the headboard of his bed.

Hoseok throws a pair of briefs at him before grimacing.

"Why should we help you pack when you didn't even invite us?" Jimin quips as he lifts his head from the hardwood floor.

The younger best friend scoffs loudly as he throws his skiing goggles into his suitcase.

"Believe me, if I could bring you all to the Swiss Alps -- I would. But, you know how my parents are."

You do in all honesty. Taehyung belongs to one of the richest families in the area and his family is quick to dismiss others who are not of their similar standing. You were lucky that your mother was his father's assistant and the same goes for Jimin with Taehyung's mother.

"What are you doing for Christmas, Jimin?" Hoseok asks curiously as he leans back against the headboard beside you.

"I'm going to France with my younger brother. Our mom got us a good deal at the Four Seasons." Jimin says flippantly as he fixes his varsity jacket.

Hoseok hums before nudging you, "What about you?" he asks softly.

Your heart pangs uncomfortably as you look at your different colored socks.

"I'll probably just stay here for Christmas. I was supposed to spend Christmas with Jaemin and my parents are going out of the country so I'll be here," you reply as you look out the window.

You can see the sudden snow flurry sticking to the bare branches of trees and the windowsill of Taehyung's bedroom window.

You didn't realize just how fucked up your holiday plans would be after Jaemin cheated on you just a month ago.

"Oh. No way." Hoseok mumbles softly and you clear your throat uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry Y/N." Jimin whispers as he sits up.

You shrug as Hoseok puts his hand on your shoulder.

He looks at the other guys before clearing his throat.

"Well… you can come with me for Christmas, if you'd like. You'd be more than welcome," he suggests. Just the thought makes your eyes widen.

"Why would I go home with you for Christmas?" you ask, confused.

You watch the tips of his ears turn red and he shakes his head oddly.

"I mean, it was just a suggestion. You'd be welcome at my house. My parents are really kind," he whispers softly.

Taehyung looks at Jimin and they wink in tandem to one another.

"You should go, Y/N! I'm sure it would be a lot of fun! Better than sitting in your room eating ramen for Christmas!" Taehyung cheers as he throws a bunch of socks into his suitcase.

"I couldn't intrude," you reply softly, looking down at your hands.

Go home with Hoseok for Christmas? Why would you ever do such a thing? Sure, he's one of your best friends but… you would meet his parents. You would sit around the table like a family. That's just… insane.

"You wouldn't be intruding. Plus, my parents know all about you. They'd love to meet you," Hobi says, knocking his knee into yours.

"You tell your parents about me?" your voice is small and distant as you pick at the skin around your nails.

"Of course I do. You're amazing," his voice is enraptured with a breathy laugh and now you can feel your ears starting to warm up.

There's silence for a moment which Taehyung is more than happy to break. "That's perfect! See, Y/N! You won't be alone for Christmas!"

You hum uneasily before looking over to Hoseok as he tilts his head at you. His eyes crease in delight and his expression is one of pure earnestness.

You don't want to be alone for the holidays. Because, when you're truly alone the sadness sets in.

"You're sure it's okay?" you ask him and his smile widens at your words.

"I'm positive," he replies as he slings his arm over your shoulder.

Hoseok was used to your silence by now. It doesn't bother him one bit, it's just nice to know that you're sitting beside him.

With his wrist up on the steering wheel, his eyes glance over and it warms his heart to see you taking in the colorful Christmas lights strung up on houses.

It's a pleasant surprise to him when you speak first. "I didn't buy your parents any presents."

Hoseok lets out an amused chuckle as he focuses back on the road.

"You don't need presents, you are the present for Christmas." he lets out a laugh as you elbow his ribs. "Hey! I'm driving! You maniac!" he yells as you chuckle.

"I'm serious! I need to buy your parents something at least!" you complain as you enter town from the outskirts.

"We can stop at Jeulgeoum." he replies as you continue to drive.

The town he grew up in is very small. Like it's own community. You feel like the Grinch as Hoseok starts to wave at random people that notice his car in the middle of the street.

You really, really hate holidays. Your parents were never excited to spend time with you like you used to watch in movies. Even if it was two days out of the whole year, it was more like a hassle to them.

As Hoseok continues to wave, you find yourself sliding down in the passenger's seat.  You pull your hood up, eyes fixed on the dashboard.

"That's Mr. Lee. He makes the best mochi in the town center. I used to go into town with my sister and he used to make me dance for free pieces of rice cake." his voice is filled with warmth as he recalls the memory. You find your head peeking up to look at the old man and the corner of your lips turns upwards as he waves wildly to Hoseok.

The car slows down and you look over to the handsome boy as he lowers his window.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Lee!" Hoseok cheers out the window.

"You as well, Hoseok. Merry Christmas to you and your girlfriend." Widening your eyes, you pull your hood up. You train your eyes on your jeans as you lower your head.

This was a BAD idea. It hadn't even occurred to you that people would call you his girlfriend. Then, you'd have to waste your breath explaining that you're just friends and why you're with him rather than your family.

"Sorry about that." Hobi whispers as he rolls up his window.

You hum in agreement as he puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Just try to enjoy yourself. I know that it's hard but you might just have fun," he says softly.

Hoseok seemed to know everyone which isn't shocking. He's so absolutely kind and he did grow up here.

Entering Jeulgeoum, you're thankful for the heat that rushes to your cheeks as soon as you step in.

"My mom likes glass figurines." Hoseok says as he closes the door shut behind you.

There was glass as far as the eye can see and your first thought is do not fucking touch anything. You will not let your clumsiness embarrass you today.

"Welcome to Jeul- Jung Hoseok?!" The warm voice makes you turn your head and you feel yourself relaxing at the older woman as she smiles widely at the sight of him.

"Hi Mrs. Kim! Merry Christmas!" he says, pulling down the hood of his coat.

His black hair is sticking up at odd ends and you notice how endearing it is. His smile is wide, cheekbones bouncing up to the heavens as the woman gasps.

"Oh my goodness! Merry Christmas!" she cheers, rounding the register to get a good look at him.

Awkwardly, you look around at the glass pieces.

"Well you've gotten so big! It feels like almost yesterday I was kicking you out of my shop with the back of a broom." you smirk at her words, you can't imagine Hoseok running in here like a bull in a China shop.

"And who is this?" your heart begins to beat faster and you look at Hobi as his smile becomes warm.

"This is my friend, Y/N." he slings his arm over your shoulder for good measure.

You bow your head to Mrs. Kim taking off your hood. Her chubby cheeks are jolly and sweet as she bows her head back to you.

"Well, aren't you just gorgeous. A friend or a girlfriend?" Mrs. Kim quips as she rounds the register once more.

Her question makes you blush fiercely, your neck heating up quicker than a fireplace ever could.

"Just a friend. A really, really good friend." he replies as his hand drifts over your shoulder comfortably.

Mrs. Kim hums playfully and you feel him tug at your body. "Let's look for something."

Your eyes are enraptured by the glass figures. They're so incredibly detailed and gorgeously cut. It's really a wonderful skill.

"She makes all of these?" you find yourself asking, your hand reaches for a figure but you back away quickly at the simple thought of breaking it.

"Oh, yeah. Mrs. Kim is an artist with this stuff. I made one once when I was younger. Come look." Pulling you down the long aisles, you reach a glass case at the back of the store.

"All of the kids in town could make one when they turned ten," his eyes glance over the figures before he's snapping his fingers and pointing. "That's mine," he says happily.

Your eyes narrow at the small figure and you tilt your head at it. You try to be polite, humming inquisitively as you stare.

"It's supposed to be a…" No words come to mind as you look at the jagged and misshapen pieces that are seemingly glued together.

"It's the Hulk," he says proudly and you nod slowly, your eyebrows furrowing.

"I… see," you murmur to yourself.

"I'm just kidding, this shit is ugly. I have no idea what the fuck I was making," he says and you elbow him in the ribs with a giggle as you stand up straight.

Looking up at him, it's almost as if you're noticing his eyes for the first time. Cinnamon colored irises with flecks of coffee that send a warmth spreading throughout your chest.

"Come on. My mom really likes snow globes," he says with a wink.

The selection of snow globes was actually surprising. The one that catches your attention first is a small boy standing on one leg as he skates around a pond. The town in the background is so tiny and for some reason it reminds you of the man standing beside you.

Without a second thought, you reach for it and you find Hoseok's hand on top of yours.

Pulling your hand away from the warmth of his, you find yourself smiling almost to an embarrassing state.

"Great minds think alike," he quips as he picks it up.

You snort gently, a breathy noise as he inspects the snow globe closer.

"Looks like me," he decided before pulling you towards the register.

"One Jung Hoseok looking snow globe to go please," he jokes as he pulls out his wallet.

"Hobi," you complain as you pull out yours.

Grabbing your wallet, he stuffs it into his back pocket before opening up his.

"It won't be my present if you pay for it!" you whine gently as he leans up against the counter.

"It's from the both of us," he says as he hands Mrs. Kim his credit card.

Rolling your eyes, you watch the small flecks of fake snow swirl around the snow globe. Maybe Christmas with Hobi isn't so bad.

It wasn't a long drive from Jeulgeoum to his family house. But, every inch closer you seemed to get, your nervousness was reaching an all level high.

What if his parents didn't like you? What if you were just intruding on their special holiday plans?

"Hey," Hoseok calls to you as he pulls off of the long road. Rows of houses begin to line the street and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Looking over at him, he slows down the car.

"You okay?" he asks, concerned.

"What? Yes. No, I'm fine," you say quickly and he can hardly believe you at this point.

"Whoa. Whoa," he pulls over the car before turning fully to you.

Your eyes focus on a blown up Santa that seems to sway in the chilly December breeze.

"You're going to have a lot of fun. Believe me, and I know you don't do fun. My parents are really, really nice people. You aren't intruding and you aren't unwelcome. I promise. You'll see," he says as he puts his hand on your knee.

You feel him squeeze gently and you find yourself calming down almost immediately.

"Okay," you whisper softly.

"Okay," he replies as he gives your knee one more squeeze.

Parking in front of his childhood home, you can see your friend relax. Almost as if he's been on a long journey and he's finally comfortable again.

The house is big, Christmas lights strung up from the gutters and down the columns that hold up the facade of the house.

"My mom always goes crazy with decorations," he says as he opens up the car door.

He's not wrong, a multitude of lit up statues litter the front lawn but they're all perfectly positioned.

Your favorite is the snowman standing right before the walkway.

Hoseok smirks to himself as he gathers your bags from the backseat.

"It's pretty," you find yourself saying as you climb out of the car.

Tugging your coat closer to your body, something about this feels sweet. Your parents were never that big into holidays and they always leapt at the chance to go somewhere warmer as soon as the temperature dropped.

You find yourself realizing that you've never really had a true Christmas. Or, one like the movies, anyway.

"Hold your snow globe," Hoseok calls to you as he puts the neatly wrapped package on the hood of the car.

You grab the package, holding on to it for dear life as he slings bags over his shoulders.

You didn't pack much but two bags is still a bit much to have on top of his own.

"I'll carry my bags," you tell him as you walk around the Hyundai.

He frowns as you hold your hand out.

"You're going to get me in trouble," he jeers and you shake your hand almost impatiently.

Rolling his eyes, he gives you your bags and he watches as you haul them over your shoulder.

"I can carry them, y'know. I'm not broken," he says as he walks by your side towards his house.

"I'm not broken either," you counter and he chuckles to himself.

Stepping in front of the snowman, he tugs off his scarf. He wraps the warm fabric around its neck before smirking.

"Now he's ready for Christmas." The act makes you smile and he winks at you as you walk up the long walkway towards the house.

You take large, deep breaths as shadows flit by the windows.

"Just enjoy yourself," Hoseok tells you as he jogs up the steps of the patio.

He checks on you once more, rubbing his hand over your arm before knocking on the door.

The sound frays your nerves as you clutch tighter onto the gift box in your hand.

You can hear animated talking behind the front door. As the door opens, you find yourself smiling as Hoseok throws his arms around who you assume is his mother.

"Merry Christmas!" he cries out happily and she replies with a giggle.

"Merry Christmas, my Seok," he chuckles as he squeezes her tight to his body.

Pulling away, her eyes find yours and the smile she gives is so like Hoseok's you suddenly feel comfortable. Running her fingers through her black bob cut, she looks you over before frowning.

"Yah. Why is she carrying her own bags?" his mother chides to her son.

He narrows his eyes at you playfully before folding his arms, "I told you, you got me in trouble."

With a smirk, you shrug to him.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N! We've heard so much about you! You're very welcome here," his mother says as she hugs you tightly.

It takes you a second, not quite used to parental affection, before you're hugging her back.

"Who's that?! My smelly brother?" you hear from inside and you giggle as Hoseok grimaces.

"Hi noona!" he calls loudly from the doorway.

"Come in, come in." his mom ushers you in and he holds his arm out for you to go in first.

How gentlemanly.

You can smell spices in the air, can hear animated talking and it feels strange to be in such a comforting atmosphere. You've never had this in your life.

"Thank you so much for letting me come, Mrs. Jung." you say softly as Hobi pulls the bags from your shoulder.

Taking off her apron, she clicks her teeth.

"Nonsense. We've heard all about you from Seok, it's like we know you already. And, please, call me Eunsook," she says as his father stands up from the couch.

You're used to sons shaking their fathers hands. Taehyung and Jimin do it on the regular so it's weird to see Hoseok hug his father so tightly.

"Welcome home, kid." he says before pulling away.

Mr. Jung looks over at you, a kind smile plastered on his face as he leans in for a hug.

"Welcome Y/N. Please, call me Baekgu," you nod as he pats your back gently.

"Thank you for being so welcoming," you whisper.

"Okay, let's not overwhelm her. It must be odd to be surrounded by new people. Why don't you both go upstairs and get comfortable. Then, when you come down maybe Y/N can help me make my sugar cookies." Hoseok was raised so well by his folks.

"I'd love that," you reply earnestly.

"Come on," Hoseok whispers in your ear.

Starting to pad up the carpeted steps, he turns his attention to his mother as she calls his name.

"You'll be sharing a room, hope you don't mind. The extra guest bedroom was converted to a home office," your eyes widen as you stare down at the carpet.

"Oh Jesus," you whisper fiercely to yourself.

Hoseok chuckles uncomfortably as he pulls the bags tighter to his shoulder.

His childhood bedroom is nothing like you thought it would be. Most kids, including yourself, had posters covering every inch of the walls but not his room. It's chic and stylish which isn't far off from how he is now.

You can hear gentle Christmas music wafting through the slightly cracked door as you look at his bed.

You've slept in the same room before while studying or if you all drank too much. But, you've never slept in the same bed as him. And, you've never been alone with each other.

"This'll be fun," he sounds confident and you're not sure if he's trying to mask nervousness with his tone.

"Yeah," you reply breathlessly as you sit on the edge of the bed.

You hear the bags thump onto the ground and you can hardly believe that you're here.

"They're nice, right?" Hobi asks as he shrugs off his coat.

"So nice, no wonder you grew up so well," you say, earning a smile from him.

"Get comfortable and then we'll head back downstairs. My mom must really like you, not even my sister gets to help her make sugar cookies," he calls as he enters the en suite bathroom.

Looking down at your knees, you find yourself smiling. How have you never noticed how precious he is before?

"Y/N! They're coming out perfectly!" Eunsook cheers delighted as she peeks into the oven.

She's so cheery, it's kind of amazing. Your eyes flit to the open living room watching as Hoseok sits beside his father watching Home Alone.

This is so… normal. So perfectly normal. You've never done this before with your parents. You've never felt 'at home' or comfortable around them and they gave birth to you.

"So Y/N," Dawon, Hoseok's sister, calls to you as she fills up your glass with more red wine, "Hoseok never shuts up about you."

"Noona!" Hoseok yells from the living room without even turning his head.

You smirk fondly as you lean down on the island counter.

"What does he say?" you find yourself whispering.

She tilts her head, fingers carding through her brown hair as she leans in. “Mostly how perfect you are.”

“Noona!” Hoseok yells once more and you find yourself smiling above the lip of your glass.

“Hobi is really great. I’m really lucky to have a friend like him,” you reply.

You feel a hand drift over your lower back as he walks into the room.

“Oh, Hobi is it?” Dawon jeers to him.

“Shut up,” he whispers in her ear through clenched teeth before opening up the fridge and grabbing a beer.

She holds her free hand up, a perfect smile plastered on to her face.

“Hoseok tells us all the time how happy he is to have found such a good friend. But, he never told us how gorgeous you are.” Eunsook says, wiping her hands on the kitchen towel that is over her shoulder.

“Yes I did,” he replies as he cracks open the bottle cap.

The warmth that radiates over your neck makes you clear your throat. He really has spoken about you to his family. It’s pretty special in your opinion. He could talk about so many other things but he chose to talk about you?

“When?” Dawon counters as she sits up on the barstool.

“All the time,” he mumbles as he throws the bottle cap into the garbage.

“All you told me was that Y/N was so beautiful and you’re so lucky that you get to spend time with her even when Taehyung and Jimin aren’t around,” your eyes find him as he pushes his sister with his shoulder like a warning.

“Yeah… Well… Dad? Did you call me?” he asks, craning his neck to the living room.

“No.” Baekgu calls back but you can hear the humor lacing his voice.

“Oh, that’s so weird. I thought you definitely called me,” Hoseok says, pushing off the kitchen island with widening eyes as he scurries back to the living room.

You find yourself chuckling at his antics and you watch as the legs of your thick red wine slowly make their way back down to the glass.

“Hoseok is amazing. You raised him so well,” you tell Eunsook as she pours herself a glass of wine.

She hums in agreement watching as Hoseok sits down beside his father. “Yes. He was always such a good boy. Hopefully he can find a girlfriend that appreciates him like we all do.”

You nod slowly and it’s the first time anyone around Hoseok mentions a girlfriend. You didn’t even think of that. But, just the notion makes you uncomfortable and you gulp a large mouthful of the red wine to steady yourself.

“You’d be a good girlfriend, of course.” Dawon says flippantly as she clutches the red wine to her chest.

“Noona!” you hear Hoseok scream and all three of you laugh gently as the timer dings signifying the cookies are done baking.

Sitting down at dinner, you find yourself staring into the pot of stew as the others talk around you. Why haven't you ever given much thought to Hobi who’s been by your side for so long now? Eunsook bringing up him getting a girlfriend earlier seemed so far beyond your imagination. But, you couldn’t even imagine him being in a relationship. You couldn’t imagine him not being with you or the other guys anymore. You couldn’t imagine him not being by your side.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Hoseok whispers in your ear.

“Huh?” you ask as you turn your head to him.

“Eat.” He murmurs with a smile, nodding his head to your bowl. You hum in response as you pick up your spoon.

You feel his knee press against your thigh and it’s become a constant that you welcome so dearly. It grounds you, in all honesty. Brings you back to reality.

“So, Y/N. Seok tells me that your parents went on vacation for Christmas.” Baekgu says as he sets down his spoon.

Clearing your throat, you look up at him. “Yeah. My parents don’t really like the cold or… festivities so they usually just go away for most major holidays.” You reply as you tuck into your stew.

Eunsook hums curiously and you know you should probably feel embarrassed but you’re already so comfortable here that it doesn’t seem to bother you as much.

“Well, you can come here for any holidays. If Hoseok starts coming without you then I’ll be very sad. You’re a great girl,” his mother says with a smile.

This is family. And, you can’t believe you’ve never really had one before.

Hoseok smirks down into his bowl before pouring you another glass of wine. “See. Told you,” he whispers in your ear.

By the end of the evening, you found yourself laughing loudly and listening attentively which is something that doesn’t come easily to you.

Hoseok probably has never heard you laugh so earnestly and the noise is just as gorgeous as you are.

Leaning back against the arm of the couch, he watches you as you listen to Dawon. God, you don’t even know how amazing you are. But, he does. He always has known. You were in every one of his classes and he found it so difficult to pay attention with you around him.

You were so opinionated. So smart. So beautiful. You were everything he loved and you couldn't even see it.

He smiles as you press your thigh against his knee. Even if he could only ever be your friend, he’d be okay with that because being around you was worth it all. Every single second.

“So Hoseok thinks it would be funny to throw my favorite doll out the window. So what do I do? I threw his action figures up onto the roof and he was crying for hours and hours until dad went up with a ladder to go grab them.” Dawon says animatedly and you giggle along with Eunsook as she tells the story.

Turning your head to Hobi, you find he’s already staring at you. His cinnamon irises are alight with warmth and joy. It makes something bloom inside of you, something so precious and perfect.

“She’s missing out on the detail where I threw her doll out the window because she tripped me up the stairs,” he mumbles as he brings his beer bottle to his lips.

"It was an accident!" she counters from underneath the Christmas tree.

"I was five. Nothing was an accident back then," he chuckles as you giggle, leaning back into the comfort of the couch.

"Yeah, well I was nine and it was an accident."

You hear them continue to bicker as you stare at the fireplace. The embers burn hot, rising high into the air. You watch the logs crackle, small veins burning bright oranges and reds. Feeling Hoseok's hand absentmindedly pressing to your back, you tilt your head to the lip of the couch.

You wouldn't want him to get a girlfriend. You wouldn't want to be without him.

He takes away all your loneliness and your pain. He makes you smile and he makes you happy. He makes you think that just being in his presence, it's like being with someone that's your own.

"Let's go up to bed," he whispers in your ear.

You force yourself to sit up, eyes ripping away from the fire.

"Good night," you tell his parents and they reply with the same.

"Use prot-" Dawon's voice is cut off by Hoseok as he follows you to the stairs.

"Noona!" he calls quickly, narrowing his eyes at her as she giggles.

"My sister can be annoying sometimes. I'm sorry," he says as he closes the bedroom door behind you both.

You smile fondly as you sit down on the bed. "I really like your sister. She's incredible."

He hums with a chuckle as he takes off his shirt.

"Yeah. Okay," he quips back.

Your eyes rake over his toned upper body. The way his abs press against his golden skin has you averting your eyes so quickly. Suddenly, it feels like it's a thousand degrees in here.

"Why'd you invite me?" you find yourself asking as he throws on an oversized t-shirt.

Stopping in his tracks to the bathroom, he turns on one heel to look at you.

"Because you deserve to be with loving people for the holidays or just in general, really," he answers you with a raised eyebrow.

"So you were taking pity on me? I'm a charity case," you whisper.

Maybe it's all the wine or maybe it's just how insecure you truly are but this is coming out of nowhere and you can't stop it.

"What? No. Of course I'm not taking pity on you. I wanted to spend Christmas with you," he replies, confused.

"Really? Because it feels like maybe you're just entertaining me because I had nowhere to go. Maybe you should have brought a girlfriend or something!"

Ah, there it is. It's jealousy. The combination of jealousy and wine is not a fearsome friend to you, apparently.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asks, appalled as he leans against the door frame of his bathroom.

"You should have brought Hana or Jaeeun with you, they like you and want to be your girlfriend," you say as your toes dig into the carpeting beneath you.

He scoffs loudly, his head lolling back at the simple mention of the other girls.

"I don't want Hana or Jaeeun to meet my fucking parents! I wanted you to meet my parents!" he counters as he walks towards you.

"Why me? So I could see what I'm missing in my own family?!" you ask, standing up.

"No! I wanted you to meet my family because I fucking love you!" he yells as he steps in front of you.

Oh.

You blink slowly at his confession. The only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and you stare at his neck as it begins to flush pink.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles, his fingers carding through his hair as he takes a deep breath.

He goes to walk away but you grab onto his shirt to keep him in front of you.

"You love me?" you ask softly, almost as if you can't believe what you've heard.

"Yeah. Of course I fucking do. Don't be ridiculous. I've always loved you, since Advanced Science in freshman year. I was so pissed when Jaemin asked you out before I could. And then I was even more pissed when that son of bitch cheated on you. Because you don't deserve that. You deserve everything. And even if I'm just your friend, I still try to give it to you," his admission is like a loaded hand grenade that's been thrown at your feet.

"Hobi," you whisper and he runs his hands over his face.

"I don't want your pity or whatever it is you think you're going to give me," he mumbles as his eyes flutter shut.

Looking up at his face, you watch his perfectly shaped lips part for breath. You've always been so dense to not realize it. Everything that he does when you're together, it's all for you. It's all to make you smile. To make you happy.

Standing up on the tips of your toes, you press your lips to his. He shudders against your lips, eyes widening for a second before cupping the sides of your head.

He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss as his thumbs graze over the apples of your cheeks.

With a gentle sigh, you feel your body relax and melt against his.

He's always been for you. Even if it's taken you this long to understand.

"Y/N." Hobi whispers against your lips confused but you silence him again with another kiss.

He moans against your lips gently, pushing you down into the bed as his fingers intertwined into your hair.

"What are you telling me?" he asks as you run your hand over his arms.

"That I'm yours," you reply.

That was the first holiday he brought love into your heart.

Every holiday afterwards was just as perfect.

He kept up stupid traditions that were so corny that you couldn't help but love. Even making Arbor day special. Yeah. Arbor day. He bought a sapling just for you both to plant on the campus before you graduated so there was always something blooming from where you first met.

He's lovesick and adoring. And, he's all yours.

You loved spending Christmas and Chuseok with him. You've grown to love his family like your own and even five years later nothing has changed. He was so perfectly yours every second of the day.

"Baby girl," you hear from the bedroom. Your head turns to your husband's voice and you smile at how whiney he sounds.

"What's wrong?" you ask as you get up from the couch.

"What sounds better, deck my balls or stop staring at my presents?" Hoseok asks as he holds up two of his ugly Christmas sweaters.

You grimace, leaning against the doorjamb as he smiles widely.

"You are not wearing those to the cabin," you tell him.

With a pout, he tosses the sweaters onto your bed. "And, why not? They're festive."

"They're an abomination. If you wear those sweaters, I'm not sucking your dick until the New Year," you retort as he wraps his arms around you.

"No ugly sweaters. Got it. Yes, ma'am," he mumbles as he leans down to kiss you. Giggling into the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I feel bad that we aren't going to your parents this year," you whisper against him and he wrinkles his nose cutely at your words.

"Well, we should have a Christmas all to ourselves sometimes too, baby. We're married now, we have to make traditions for ourselves too," you hum in agreement as he hugs you tightly.

"Can I bring the 'it's not going to lick itself' candy cane shirt?" he asks with a gorgeous smile.

"I will hit you," you threaten as he pulls away.

Holding up his hands, he chuckles to himself before going back to packing your bags.

The journey up to the cabin is peaceful. You stare at the snow covered limbs on the trees as you continue to drive down the long road.

You feel Hobi squeeze your hand and your eyes are on him in seconds.

"I love spending the holidays with you," he says, bringing your hand up to his lips.

With a smile, you angle your body closer to his upon instinct.

"I kind of really love you," you tell him as he looks over at you.

"Such a weird coincidence. I was thinking I kind of loved you too," he jokes as he looks back at the road.

Pulling up to the cabin, you take in the absolute splendor of it. It's so simplistic and so welcoming. Icicles and snow dot the edges of the awning. You breathe a happy sigh, your breath fogging up in front of you signifying just how cold it is.

Pulling your coat tighter to your body, you watch the man you love gather the multitude of bags from the back of the car.

"Let me help you," you insist as you walk around the car.

"Back off, woman. This is your man's job to do.” Rolling your eyes, you fold your arms as he drapes bag strap after bag strap over his upper body.

"Carry this," he says, handing you a bag of groceries.

You feel the light weight of it before peeking inside.

"This just has bread in it," you say confused.

"Exactly. You hold the bread," he says finitely before slamming the trunk down.

Tossing you the keys to the cabin, he looks up at the wooden house before smiling.

"This is perfect," he whispers to himself.

"Fuck, it's cold." You complain as you enter the cabin. The wooden boards creak under your feet as you step inside. It's so homey in here. So completely domestic.

"Can you put the groceries away while I light a fire?" Hoseok asks you sweetly.

You nod with a giddy smile as he throws your bags down on the large bed.

The fake Christmas tree is kind of adorable with lights strung up in the corner as well as all of the gingham patterns that surround you.

"How do I light this?" Hoseok calls and you snort gently as you start unpacking the groceries.

"With gasoline?" you ask confused, tossing stuff into the fridge.

"You want me to blow up the cabin? I got a renter's fee,” he asks appalled and you shrug with a chuckle.

You watch him as he crouches before the fireplace, how breathtaking he is. You can feel your stomach flipping and coiling with each passing second as you stare.

You were his and he is yours.

When he turns to you and he gives you a smile, you can see the small dimple below his bottom lip that sends a smile spreading over your own face.

He's always had the most gorgeous bone structure. His cheekbones are so high and the apples of his cheeks are so plump in all the right ways.

You find yourself leaning down on the counter with your elbows as your fists tuck beneath your chin.

"Hey!" he cheers as the wood catches on fire.

You giggle, watching as he thrusts his hand in the air.

Shrugging off his coat, he stands up tall. His body proportions are so astounding.

Finally, his eyes meet yours and he tilts his head to you. His eyes flutter shut as he gives you a wide smile.

"You're such a bad worker," he jeers as he walks toward you.

You hum in agreement as you stand back up.

He helps you toss the rest of your groceries into the fridge before wrapping his arms around your waist as you slam the refrigerator closed.

"This is perfect," he whispers in your ear, pressing his chest to your back.

With a smirk, you look around the cabin and you find it hard to disagree.

"Everything with you is perfect," you reply as he squeezes you tight.

"Now you're just saying that to flatter me," he jokes into your ear.

Cuddling up on the sofa, you lay your head on his shoulder as you watch Home Alone. It's a Christmas tradition for Hobi you've come to love. He's watched it every year since he was six.

"They've got good reception up here," he announces as you sip your wine.

"Yeah, they d-" Fatal last words as the electricity cuts out.

Hoseok sits up as the cabin creaks loudly with the sounds of harsh blowing winds.

His head turns to the window and you crawl off of him.

"Oh no," he mumbles, walking towards the windows.

Pulling back the curtains, you watch as large snowflakes fall onto the ground.

"It's a blizzard," he tells you with a wince.

Standing up, you sip your wine as you walk to his side.

The snow is piling up generously and you have a dull, nervous feeling aching throughout your chest.

Your husband gets to work, lighting candles around the cabin like it's his job.

"This is what happens when we don't go to your parents’ house," you sing as you help him light a few candles.

"This is going to ruin my plans," he grumbles to himself before throwing another log into the fire.

Opening the front door to the cabin, you can feel the harsh chill as it whips around outside.

"Oh Hoseok!" you call to him and he turns to the doorway before sighing gently.

There's a wall of snow built up at the door and it looks like you would not be going anywhere for awhile.

"We're snowed in," he mutters before running his fingers through his hair.

You decide to close the door as another breeze bursts through. Turning to your husband, you watch as he picks at some skin on his lip.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," you can hear the sadness enrapturing his voice and it's jarring.

It's rare to ever hear him sad. You don't like it.

"It's okay. We can just lay down and cuddle," you say, setting down your glass of wine on the counter.

You open up your arms to him, wanting a hug and wanting to give him some peace of mind.

He pulls you in, cradling your head to his chest with his hand as he looks around the dim cabin.

"I had plans for us. To go out and build a snowman. To go into town tomorrow and watch the caroling," he murmurs, dejectedly.

You hum as you pull him over to the large bed. "Christmas with you is perfect just on it's own. I don't need all those things to be happy. I have you."

It astounds him sometimes how much you've broken out of your shell.

He pulls back the gingham comforter, letting you crawl into bed first. And then, he's quick to crawl in behind you.

His arm wraps around your waist as he presses his chest flush to your back.

Your fingers begin to play with his, staring at the olden looking paintings that line the walls.

"I can remember the first time I ever saw you," Hoseok whispers in your ear as he cuddles closer to you.

A smirk begins to spread on your face as he kisses the shell of your ear.

"It was in Biology. You were wearing a black hoodie and those black skinny jeans. You didn't have a backpack and you didn't even have a pen. You flipped your notebook open and just fell asleep," you giggle at his words, hearing his smile widen with each word he says.

"I did like to sleep in Biology," you quip.

"But, you always passed the class. You never got lower than a ninety on a test. I was jealous, I used to think to myself, 'Damn. This woman is so fucking smart.' Then I saw you in Advanced Science. That's where you really paid attention. You used to twirl your hair and your finger when you were thinking hard about something," you hum as your eyes flutter shut.

The warmth of his breath spreads over your neck as he buries his face.

"I told Taehyung the first day I saw you without even knowing you were his best friend, 'I'm gonna marry that woman. I'm gonna have kids with her.' I was so… enraptured by you," he breathes out as his hand splays over your stomach.

You can only smile as he presses his hips harder to your backside.

"I was so fucking angry when that guy broke your heart… I can't even remember his name anymore but, I can remember how hurt you were. How broken you were and you didn't deserve it in the least. I wanted to fucking kill him," his hand begins to trail below the hem of your shirt and you shiver at how chilly his skin is.

"I was so fucking happy when you were coming home with me for Christmas our first year. You were so nervous. But, I knew you would love my family and that they would love you. I used to talk about you all the time. My mom would ask me how school was and my first thought would be to tell her how much fun I had with you during a study session or something," your eyes flutter shut as his hand ascends.

"Sounds like you were too busy paying attention to girls than to focus on school," you joke breathlessly as you press your ass against his crotch.

You can hear him moan gently against your ear, his perfect teeth graze your lobe and your lips press into a straight line.

"Then you got into that fight with me in my bedroom. Telling me to take other girls home with me for the holidays. I was so angry that you would even insinuate something like that.  And then… then you kissed me. And, I melted. Like snow on the first day of spring," he nibbles on your lobe, his growing erection digging into the globe of your ass.

You moan gently as you feel him grow hard behind you. Your stomach begins to flare with desire. Loins curling with aching need.

"I remember the first time I ever touched your body. You were wearing a blood red thong. Your skin was so flushed for me. Begging me to touch you," his breath is heavier now and you can hear him groan wantonly at the memory.

His hand cups your breast, squeezing gently as he kisses over your shoulder.

"You were so hard," you reply as he presses his now fully hardened erection between your ass cheeks.

"You always make me so fucking hard," he retorts as his free hand pulls yours to his crotch.

"Oh," you whisper breathlessly as he ruts against your palm.

You can feel the thin fabric of his pajamas becoming wet and sticky with precum. Rolling his tongue over your neck, he flips you onto your back.

In the fireplace glow, you watch his black hair fall into his eyes. His pupils blown out with lust, the cinnamon irises you love so deeply growing smaller by the second.

His perfect lips part and his eyes fall to your lips. They linger for a second before he's kissing you passionately.

The tip of his tongue licks over the seam of your lips and you part for him with a whine. His hand grips your breast harder, groaning long and low into the kiss as his tongue runs over yours.

Your hips buck up, your arousal starting to seep from you. You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be filled by your husband.

He pulls away for only a second, taking off his shirt with hurried hands before he's kissing you once more.

Your fingers graze over his golden skin, the feeling producing goosebumps on his body.

You can remember how gorgeous his chest was when you were in his childhood bedroom that first Christmas. How his abs pressed and flexed beneath his skin. Nothing has changed.

Running your fingertips over the plains of his stomach, he gasps into your mouth gently, a carnal needy sound that sends you whimpering below him.

"Oh fuck," he whispers through gritted teeth.

You can smell his gentle cologne as his lips drift over your jawline. He smells of alderwood and citrus. The scent is so wholly him and so perfect.

"Get this off," you hear him command in your ear as he tugs on your tank top.

With a whimper, you sit up on your elbows discarding the fabric and his eyes harden at the state of you beneath him.

"Fuck," he curses before his lips are back on your skin.

Your legs part for him as he situates himself between them. His hands reach behind your back as he kisses down the column of your neck, slowly pulling down your bra straps.

He leaves his marks, pretty red and pink patches that signify you as his.

"I want everything with you. I want it all," he whispers against your collarbone.

"You have me," you reply as you card your fingers through his hair.

"I want to have a baby," he says as he pulls away from your skin.

Your heart begins to thud faster in the recesses of your chest. You've mentioned it in passing, you've commented on it in short spurts but you've never talked about it.

If it just happened, it happened. But, to hear him say it. For those words to pass his lips, you can feel yourself almost becoming euphoric.

"I want you to have my baby inside of you. Want to feel my baby growing in your belly," his voice is almost a plea and your hips lift at the needy sound.

"Yes," you reply.

His lips are on your fiercely once more, kissing your lips red and raw as he tugs off your bra with feral desire.

His hands palm your breasts, thumbs lovingly swiping over your hardening nipples. Gasping into his mouth, he swallows the sound.

He kisses down the valley of your breasts and you can feel his erection throbbing with desire against your clothed thigh.

"God, you're so beautiful, sweetheart," he sounds almost drunk off of his desires and you lick your reddened lips as he lowers his head.

His tongue runs circles over your nipple, your back arches with a moan and he wastes no time sliding his hand beneath your back to hold you up against him.

His lips pluck at your nipple, free hand pinching and rolling the other dexterously between his fingertips.

You feel almost crazy from his love. You can feel the desire pumping through your veins like each and every time before.

"Hobi!" you whimper out as your head lolls back.

"That's it, sweetheart," he whispers above your breast before showing the same treatment to the other.

You feel so hyper aware, especially when his hand glides over your stomach and downward. He pulls at the hem of your leggings, letting the fabric slap back to your skin with a gentle sting. You gasp with anticipation, your hips wiggling at the simple thought of being naked before him.

"Behave, sweetheart," he reminds you and you bite your lower lip, raising your hips patiently.

He kisses over the skin of your stomach, fingers enmeshing in the sides of your leggings and underwear before tugging roughly.

Strings of arousal break and cling to your thighs and your sodden lower lips.

"There she is," he mumbles, throwing your pants over your shoulder flippantly.

His back bows down, arms looping over your thighs locking you in place.

Licking his lips, he looks over your body like you're a meal. Your skin is flushed with wanting and your pussy begins to weep at the sight of him between your thighs.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" he asks rhetorically, just to hear the words fall from your lips.

You open your mouth to reply but it isn't fast enough for his liking, slapping the sensitive skin on your inner thigh. You mewl loudly, back bowing off the bed as you spread your legs wider.

"I want you to eat my pussy. It hurts," you whine, nestling your fingers in his hair.

He hums gently, watching your breath hitch in your throat. He gives you a smirk, one that sends your sex weeping more for him.

He rears his head back, his index and middle finger splaying open your lips with a V motion.

"Your little clit is so swollen, baby. You want me to touch you?" he teases and you nod enthusiastically as you grip his hair harder.

He groans softly at the feeling, his eyes on your breasts as he spits on your sodden cunt.

You shiver at the feeling, lips parting for air as he watches his spittle mix with your arousal.

"God, you're fucking soaked," his voice is that of wonder. You sink down into the bed as he licks a flat stripe up your swollen cunt.

Whimpering his name, your eyes flutter shut.

"Open your eyes. Watch me eat your pretty pussy so well," he commands.

With opening eyes, you moan loudly as he begins to ravage you. His tongue is so fast against your cunt, flicking and pressing into your swollen clit.

"H-Hobi! Fuck!" you cry out as your legs try to press to either side of his head.

His biceps ripple and strain as he holds you apart, suckling and flicking at your bundle of nerves. You find yourself babbling almost incoherently, begging for more as your hips raise.

"Filthy little thing," he whispers against your cunt, his hand leaves your thigh to finger at your tight entrance.

He teases you for what feels like an eternity before thrusting a finger inside of you.

"So tight," he sounds breathless, his cheeks and lips tainted with your arousal.

The sight is almost a visual overload, your hips buck and a loud whine emits from you as you look down at him.

Curling his finger up, he watches how blissed out you are before him. His cock strains against the fabric of his pajamas and he moans softly against your throbbing bud.

"Tell me how much you want my baby," he commands before spitting on your twitching sex.

You can feel your insides bubbling, your stomach flipping and feeling heavy within you as your orgasm approaches.

With a muddled mind and hoarse voice you reply, "S-So badly. Want to have your baby so badly, H-Hobi. I want to give you a baby."

Pleased with your answer, he slides a second finger into your heat. His fingers brush against the soft patch of nerves within you so fast, you feel the air escaping your lungs at a rapid pace.

"You beg to cum for me, sweetheart. Don't forget that. I own this pussy," he reminds you as he pinches your clit.

He watches your hips roll, he hears his name tumble out of your lips like a prayer and he knows just how close to release you are.

When you give him your pleasure, it's like art. So beautiful and so defined.

"Who does this pussy belong to?"

"Y-You! Only you!" you whine as your eyes squeeze shut.

You can feel the pleasure course through your bones. You can feel your mouth going dry as the bubble inside of you threatens to burst.

"Wanna cum! Please! So close!" you beg as you grip his hair harder.

He can feel your pussy clenching around his fingers rhythmically, begging to release.

"Hold it," he instructs as he pinches your clit once more.

Shaking your head, pleasurable tears spring to your eyes. "Want to cum so badly for you. Want to have my pussy open for your cock and cum."

He shivers at your words, tongue lapping at your arousal like a man starved.

"Hobi… Baby, please! I need to cum!" you beg your husband as he adds a third finger.

He watches your chest heave, your breasts thrust up to the sky with stiff peaked nipples that beg for attention. Was there anyone more gorgeous? He can't possibly think so.

"Cum," he commands and you fall back down to the bed.

You orgasm around his fingers, your moans echo off of the cabin walls as you call his name.

With spotty eyes and deaf ears, you can feel him pull out of you.

You feel drunk from pleasure, your head swimming. Hoseok wipes the tears off your cheeks, entering his cum soaked fingers into his mouth.

He moans at your taste, licking up every drop of arousal he can get.

"Shit, you taste so fucking good," he whispers.

Sitting up on your elbows, you focus on his crotch. His fingers hook into the sides of his pants before tugging them down roughly.

His cock slaps headily to his stomach and you lick your lips at the sight.

Long and thick, his cock stands erect. It's always a welcome sight to see. The way his rose veins pepper the length and the way his bulbous head is a needy shade of pink.

Your mouth waters as the seam of his cock begins to spurt more precum. You watch it traipse down lazily towards his balls with rapt fascination.

"Come here," he whispers softly, sitting back on the balls of his feet.

His hands palm your breasts, fingertips plucking at your nipples as you kiss over his chest.

He sighs so gently, almost in disbelief that you're still in front of him naked five years later.

"I can't wait till your tits swell with milk. I want to taste it," he sounds so hopeful, so absolutely enraptured in his dream.

As you lick over his abs, he takes in a sharp breath through his teeth. His eyes rolling back as he palms your breasts rougher.

"Y/N," he moans softly and you practically mewl at the sound.

You take his cock in hand, feeling it twitch with need. He groans loudly as you begin to pump along his shaft, feeling his velvety smooth skin quiver with wanting.

Hoseok grips your hair, making a make-shift ponytail for you before running his thumb over your cheekbone.

"I love you," his words are so sincere, dripping with ardent desire.

"I love you too," you reply.

Swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, you moan at the taste of his precum. You can feel his shudder above you, gripping your hair harder. Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he whimpers as you slide down his shaft.

Your cheeks hollow and your hand jerks whatever doesn't fit into your mouth, sending your husband above you murmuring your name incessantly.

"Oh shit. Just like that. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Christ," he cries out as you work assiduously on his cock.

His ragged breathing sends your loins unfurling once more, begging to be touched by the man you call your own.

"Can I fuck your pretty mouth? Please," you hum in agreement, eyes fluttering shut as he wraps his hand around your head.

The first thrust is gentle, trying to pry open your throat for him. You sputter gently on him, eyes welling up with tears as you grip his thighs.

"Fuck, you look so hot. I love fucking my cock into your mouth," his thumb brushes away a tear as it trails down your cheek.

His thrusts begin to get rougher, his moans become louder. Lapping your tongue along the base of him, you feel your heart swell every time he moans or curses above you.

"Wait until your belly gets nice and big. I'm gonna use you like a little cocksleeve. Bet you'd like that wouldn't you, sweetheart? Me gripping your belly while you take my cock deep into your throat," you moan around him, excited by the idea. The vibrations your moans shoot through him makes his cock twitch in the recesses of your mouth.

"Stop, sweetheart, stop." he instructs as he tugs your hair gently.

Pulling away from him, you raise an eyebrow.

"Was it not okay?" you ask softly.

He shushes you with his lips, arms coddling around you to lay you down.

"It was perfect. I'm saving my cum for your pussy."

Spreading your legs wider with his knees, he kisses you so passionately you think your heart might have stopped.

"Shit," he whispers against your lips.

Prodding the tip of his cock to your entrance, he simply loses himself in your presence.

How long and often he's adored you before you even knew. How lucky he is to have you now.

Entering you slowly, your mouth drops open at how completely full you feel. He grunts gently at the feeling of your velvet walls around him. He kisses you leisurely, taking his time to shower you in pleasure.

Drifting his hand over your womb, he moans your name.

"Fuck baby, look at how tight your pussy is. I can see how big my cock is," he says, drawing your attention to where you're met. You can see the outline of his cock clearly within you and it sets your loins ablaze.

He groans when your cunt throbs around him, "You're going to take my baby, aren't you, sweetheart? Get nice and pregnant for me?"

You nod incessantly as he sits up on his knees. Pulling almost all the way out of you, he slaps your clit with his fingers. Raising an eyebrow, he looks you in the eye.

"Words, sweetheart. You know this," he chides as you squirm on his cock.

"Y-Yes. I'm going to take your cum and get pregnant for you. Get really big with your baby."

Pleased with your words, he thrusts deep inside of you.

Your legs hook around his hips, moaning his name like a prayer as he begins an unrelenting pace.

"Fuck, you're so tight! Shit!" he cries out.

You can feel the emotional pull then, this sexual encounter has so much meaning. Making love to Hoseok was always special but the intent behind this experience is overwhelming.

"God, you're so incredible. Who does this pussy belong to?" he asks, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust.

Hooking your ankles over his shoulders, you preen loudly as each thrust hits the soft spot within you.

"You do! You own my pussy! It's all yours!" you cry out as you grip the bedsheets on either side of you.

"That's fucking right I do," he seethes through his teeth.

The sound of wild winds hitting the cabin walls is drowned out by the fiercely pornographic moaning and obscene squelching of your cunt getting fucked,

Your husband presses one hand to your womb, letting the full feeling of his cock inside overwhelm you, and the other situated at the apex of your thighs. He rubs quick, rough circles to your clit, adoring how high and short your moans are getting.

Your cunt flutters around him, sending his eyes rolling back once more as he fucks you faster.

"Beg for it," he reminds you, a breathy moan attached to the end as his head lolls back.

He knows you so well, he can practically sense what's next.

"P-Please!" you moan feebly, your knuckles go white as your pleasure courses through you.

"That's my good girl. Fuck, you look so pretty on my cock, sweetheart. You look so gorgeous when you're about to burst," you gasp gently, the bubble inside of you expanding to the point of popping.

"Hobi, pl-please!" you beg, letting go of the sheets to grab his arms.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, show me how badly you want my child," he concedes as his balls begin to tighten.

Your eyes scrunch closed as you orgasm the second time, you can faintly feel your arousal squirting onto his cock and thighs.

"Shit. That's so hot, good girl, sweetheart," he moans, letting up on his thrusts before pulling out.

You whine at the loss. Eyes opening, albeit they're heavy with drunken lust.

"Turn over for me," your husband whispers in your ear, staving off his oncoming orgasm by kissing and suckling the skin of your neck.

With a gentle sigh, you turn over for him. Perching your ass in the air, you bury your face into the pillow.

"God, I'm so fucking lucky," Hobi says as his fingertips drift over your swollen cunt.

Gripping your hips roughly, he pulls you back to his cock without another word.

Spanking your ass hard, you can barely let out a gasp as he sinks back into your heat.

He curses loudly, rubbing the now smarting skin on the globe of your ass.

He doesn't relent as he pulls you back onto his cock. His hand reaches from your ass to the back of your neck before he's gripping with fervent need.

"God, fuck!" he curses through his teeth.

You can only feebly whimper his name into the pillow.

"You're gonna cum again for me," he insists, snaking his hand around your thigh.

"No, Hobi. It's too much!" you cry out.

"You can take it, sweetheart," he whispers and you gasp gently at the feeling of his cock throbbing so quickly inside of you.

"I can't wait until your belly is nice and big. Let everyone know I fucked my baby into you. You're gonna look so fucking gorgeous with a big belly and those pretty milk filled tits," murmuring his name incessantly, you lift your head as he rubs circles on your clit.

Looking behind you, you take in the beauty that is your husband. A thin sheen of sweat is on his body, his sideburns and bangs are stuck to his face as he fucks you for all your worth.

His eyes meet yours and your pussy clenches around his cock at the sight. With half lidded eyes, he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Hobi," you whine, tears of pleasure filling your vision as he brings you closer to your third orgasm.

"That's it, sweetheart. Say my fucking name," his hand grips harder at the back of your neck.

"Come here," he groans out, lifting your body to press flush to his chest.

Pressing his hand softly to your throat, his thumb pushes your chin towards him. Kissing you fast and rough, he groans into your mouth.

"Cum," he commands and you fall apart as his will.

His arms encircle you, keeping you upright as he fucks into you.

"Oh, baby. I'm cumming! Fuck! I'm cumming! Take it deep. Give me a baby," you hear him moan loudly in your ear. He presses his forehead to your temple, his thrusts becoming erratic and slow.

He whispers your name once more before he stills within you, finally.

You can feel the warmth of his cum rush into you as he fucks rope after rope inside.

"Oh my God," he grumbles breathlessly.

He pulls you down with him onto the bed and you can't keep yourself from giggling as he holds you so tight.

The sound of the wind is the only thing that draws both of you back to reality.

"I hope we get pregnant," he whispers into your neck.

Humming in agreement, you look out the window as snow continues to fall.

"Me too," you reply truthfully.

His fingers trace undefinable shapes on your stomach as he kisses your shoulder.

"As nice as this is maybe next year we should just go to my parents," he says with a chuckle.

Laughing along with him, you turn your body.

"Maybe that would be best," you say, jutting your thumb towards the snow covered window.

"But, hopefully we'll have a baby to bring with us next year," you can hear the hopefulness in his tone.

You can see his excitement in his tired eyes.

Christmas with Hoseok really isn't so bad.

Snowed In Taglist- @sunkissed725​

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[hollyhomburg]

I'm never too worried about the kink you write cause I end up discovering kinks I didnt know I had 🥴

(This got away from me but tw: double penetration kink, non-sexual and sexual 24 hour dom/sub dynamic, desperation kink, omorashi, PLEASE DISREGARD AND MOVE ALONG) You say that now but what if I end up talking about how yoongi, tae, and jin would all probably end up having a kinda 24 hour dom/sub dynamic with very spesific rules that she had to follow. I get the image of her, jimin, joonie, and jungkook getting really into a movie on the couch and then all of a sudden Jin’s gotta be like “alright it’s bedtime baby” and of course they all know which baby he’s referring too. And she pouts and whines and when she dosent get her way she actually dosent move

and both tae and jin get cross with her, no matter how many plies of “but I picked out a pretty pyjama set for you to match with mommy sunshine” is always met with “no!! 😠 wanna stay up!” But what the m/c dosent realize is that she’s getting a little shaky, over stimulating herself to make the others happy and cuz she wants to be around them even if how loud they’re being is making her flinch more than jump up and down in happiness.

They can see it but she can’t and when yoongi walks in and spots her pout he puts an end to it. “Kitten” his voice is full of caution. Yoongi only ever calls her by that pet name when she’s in trouble. “You can have 10 spanks right now for back talk and go straight to bed, or you can get 25 and 10 more minutes with the others” and she’s like “25 🥺” only she dosent realize he means /in front/ of the others, suddenly they’re not really interested in the movie anymore only how yoongi’s hands ghost over her holes, so nicely displayed for them over his lap.

“Awe did baby just want to show her alphas how needy she is? Does our omega need a settling to get to bed and be good? Is that it? Are we just not treating you like the slutty puppy you are?” And Definitly hooks his fingers into her holes to spread them apart and show them her- parts of her that she hasn’t even seen. Eventually they’d go back to watching the movie, never completely ignoring her little “ah-ah’s” of pleasure as yoongi gets her off efficiently with his hands.

Will you still say that when I want jinnie to call her a dumb pup and say that she obviously can’t be trusted to make choices on her own so he’ll decide for her- when to eat, when to go to the bathroom, when she gets to empty her cunt of all the cum the others fucked her full of. Or when he calls her a dumb puppy and makes her wet herself over a puppy pad just cuz he feels like it and hobi asked really nicely to watch 🥰 crying all the whole, a scene which Definitly testes her limits and necessitates copious aftercare. During which time they decide that they’ll only use scenes like that as punishments of the highest order or if she spesifically requests them.

Or when tae decides that the m/c deserves to feel full all day after she made the mistake of complaining of how empty she feels. She sets her up with a special pair of underwear that have dildos attached (they exist I’ve looked them up) ones that tae can inflate to her hearts desire. Keeping her feeling full and on edge all day.

Or when jin decides that really, she should be able to take more than one cock like jungkook can- might as well start to streach her out and prepare her for the alphas rut season when she’ll probably have to take more than one knot at once. Leaving her squirming sitting on the 10th largest of koo’s dildos at the foot of taes desk in her little puppy bed, ready to get soft head pats and maybe some fingers in her mouth if she gets too drooly.

Sometimes the others come in and pat her head and tell her she’s doing well, sometimes yoongi will come and tell her to get off the dildo and rest her knees, carefully inspecting her hole to make sure she’s not too red and checking in with her before filling her up with a little bit of lube and sitting her right back where she belongs 🥰

[fictionalmenmistress]

🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

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