#tae really looks up to hobi you can see it everywhere like he looks at him like he hung the stars in the sky

[badbtssmut]

💗 I literally have been dreaming of you writing this but I think when I sent it a while back requests already closed!!

But it's reader bored at a party and decides to take a couch in a sort of dim area in the house and just starts touching herself

At one point she gets a little excited and exposes herself completely and hobi, kook and tae see her when they're chatting

She's dripping but can't seem to get to cum

So they take her upstairs and cum inside her pussy so many times she gets filled to the brim and smeared with it and she shows it to them

Heavy descriptive dirty talk by her and the boys 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Admin note: This is an exception request, normally do not accept these kind of requests!

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Just your fingers weren’t enough, you needed more and you knew exactly what that was. You could feel the dampness growing and seeping from between your legs. Your pussy was calling for attention, the type that you couldn't provide yourself. The heat and arousal had you flushed and squirming, unable to remember that you were in a public place.

The music was loud, the lights were low, and the party was in full swing. People were everywhere and no one noticed the little show you were giving. You were on a couch in the corner of a living room.

Your hand was between your legs and you had already removed your panties. It was dark enough, no one could see how much of a mess you were.

You started slow, dragging your fingers up and down the length of your wet folds. You moaned out loud, no one could hear over the music. It was getting too hot and the throbbing ache for release was getting too strong.

Then suddenly, a man, older than you, approached the couch. He looked surprised and you realized that he had been able to see what you were doing. Your hand shot away from between your legs and you covered up.

“Hey, gorgeous. Having fun, yeah?” Hoseok asked with a smirk as he pointed to between your legs.

You nodded, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. He could tell how embarrassed you were, and he moved closer and took a seat next to you, leaning in and whispering,

"If you want, you can come up stairs with us, and we can give you a good time,"

He pointed at two guys who were watching from the door.

Your eyes met theirs and they gave you a small smile, then disappeared upstairs.

Your heart was beating wildly.

Hoseok chuckled. "Don't worry, I promise that you won’t regret it," He took your hand, and pulled you along, leading the way to the bedroom

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“Hmm, yes, suck it hard, baby. Yeah, just like that...fuck. That's perfect. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth," Hoseok cooed, placing his hand on the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his dick. Your left hand was wrapped around Taehyung’s cock, while the other pumped up and down Jungkook’s cock. You were kneeling on the floor, sucking off Hoseok, while he played with your breasts. His large, rough hands felt amazing, squeezing and caressing your chest.

The boys were taking turns with your mouth, and you were having a great time, pleasuring each of them in turn. They were so sexy, and their moans made you feel like you were doing a good job.

You could feel their cocks getting harder and harder as they thrust into your mouth and hands. You loved the feeling of their cocks in your hands and mouth. It was so big and hot. You were starting to get really turned on, and you felt your pussy begin to tingle and ache.

The guys murmured between each other to decide who would fuck you first, and Taehyung would be up first. He lifted you and threw you onto the bed. You giggled, and he got on top of you. His cock was rock hard and pressed against your stomach, making your pussy wetter than before.

Taehyung pulled your legs apart, gripping onto your thighs as he lined up with your pussy.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet, fuck, look at how easy my cock goes in. I don’t even have to hold it in place, your pussy sucks me right in," He hissed, pushing himself in further until every inch of him was buried in your pussy.

You whimpered as he began thrusting hard, fucking you into the bed. He groaned, pounding his cock into you with force. Your body jerked back and forth, your tits bouncing with each thrust. You grabbed onto the sheets, trying to hold yourself in place, but you were being thrown all over the bed.

“She fucks like some professional porn star, shit, so slutty.” He grunted, slamming his cock into your pussy with such force that your body shook. He grabbed your ass, squeezing and lifting it to fuck into you deeper.

“Yes, yes please, yes… yes!” You whined, moaning out loudly as the pleasure started to take over. You couldn’t believe how good he felt, his cock filling you so deeply, and hitting all the right places. He was so big, his cock stretching you open wide and the feeling of his thick shaft sliding in and out had you moaning like crazy.

Jungkook climbed onto the bed and kneeled next to your head. He guided his cock to your lips and you sucked it into your mouth eagerly. You moaned, licking and sucking his dick, tasting his precum as it oozed onto your tongue.

"Mmm, that's it, baby, take my cock in your mouth," He hissed, grabbing your hair and pushing his cock deep into your mouth. He fucked your mouth hard and fast, holding your head in place while he used your mouth. “Using that pretty mouth for what it’s intended for, what a good girl.”

Hoseok laid on the other side of the bed, stroking his cock and enjoying the view.

Taehyung gripped his fingers into your legs hard as you felt him filling you up with cum.

"That's it, baby, take it all. Fuck, your pussy feels so good, so warm and wet and tight. Your pussy's so perfect. Take it, take my load," He grunted, fucking his cock deep into your pussy as he shot his sticky load into you. Taehyung let out a shaky breath, before he pulled out.

Jungkook pulled out of your mouth and moved down to between your legs, taking Taehyung’s place. You were still on your back, Hoseok scooted closer to keep your legs spread open, and Jungkook knelt between your thighs, rubbing his cock along your pussy.

“Do you like being filled? Like our cocks deep inside you?" He asked, pushing his cock into you slowly. He slid in easily, your pussy already stretched and slick from Tae's load.

"Yes, I love it," You moaned, and he grinned, thrusting into you harder and faster.

Hoseok leaned down, his lips capturing yours. His kiss was intense, his tongue darting into your mouth. He was a very skilled kisser, and you moaned, kissing him back eagerly.

Jungkook was thrusting into you, fucking you with long, deep strokes, his cock hitting all the right spots. You gasped and cried out, arching your back and pressing your chest against out. His cock was so big, and he felt so good inside of you.

You couldn't stop moaning, and he fucked you hard and fast. You were being pounded by his huge cock, and you couldn't stop moaning and whimpering, begging for more.

Taehyung scooted closer to Jungkook and he glanced over to him. “I think a greedy pussy like this deserves two cocks, yeah?"

You whined, before your whine was muffled by Hoseok’s cock in your mouth.

Taehyung moved and placed his cock on top of Jungkooks, rubbing them together as they slowly slid inside you. You moaned loudly, your whole body shaking as they both pushed their cocks deep into your pussy.

“O-oh!” Wetness dripped out of your mouth but you weren’t sure if it was your drool or Hoseok’s cum.

Both boys had their cocks stuffed into your tight core, stretching it out and filling you up completely. It felt so good, and you couldn’t stop moaning. They fucked you hard and fast, and the feeling of their cocks sliding in and out of you was incredible.

They fucked you like that for a while, alternating between thrusting deep and fast, and sliding out slowly, rubbing their cocks together before thrusting back in. The feeling of their cocks grinding against each other, and their balls slapping against your pussy was so intense, and you couldn’t help but cum.

"Mmm, that's a good girl. Cum on our cocks. Fuck, your pussy's so good.” Taehyung murmured, creaming inside of you, filling you up with more and more of his cum.

Jungkook soon followed, and after a short break, the boys were hard and ready to go again.

You rolled your eyes as they fucked into simultaneously again, filling up every single inch of you. Their dicks rubbed together inside of you, creating an intense, mind-numbing friction that sent pleasure coursing through your entire body.

They were relentless, and the feeling of them pounding your pussy with their huge, hard cocks had you moaning and whimpering like crazy.

“Shit, going to cum already, this is what you do to me, so damn sexy and good for our cocks." Jungkook said, shooting his cum inside of you. Again, it only took a few seconds for him to go back to pounding into you again.

You couldn't believe how much they could cum. They filled you up with their thick, creamy loads over and over, and then kept fucking you. It was as if they had a limitless supply of cum.

You laid there panting, Taehyung and Jungkook had finally stopped cumming.

Hoseok was the last one.

He smiled and flipped you over, lifting you by the waist so that your ass was high in the air. He positioned himself behind you, and began pushing his cock into you slowly, sliding it in and out as he pushed himself deeper and deeper.

He fucked you slowly, thrusting in and out, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in, and repeating the motion over and over. You moaned, rocking your hips and pushing your ass against his pelvis, wanting him to fuck you harder and faster.

“I can’t…” You whispered, gripping onto the sheets. “Too much…” Your eyes closed.

You could feel his cock sliding in and out, stretching your pussy open and filling you up completely. He was so thick, and his cock felt amazing inside of you.

Hoseok was taking his time, enjoying the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his thick cock.

Jungkook ran his fingers through your hair before he lifted your head up, patting his tip against your lips. You opened your mouth, letting his cock slide past your lips and onto your tongue. You were too tired to move, and he began to thrust into your mouth, using your mouth like a toy.

Jungkook was gentle, though, and he made sure that he didn't gag you. His hands were on the sides of your face, guiding your head up and down his shaft. You moaned, and the vibration of your moans made him groan.

Hoseok gripped onto your ass, his grip becoming tighter as he filled you with his cum. You felt the heat and wetness spreading from your pussy, and you cried out, your pussy contracting around his cock, squeezing him tight as he pumped his cum into you.

It was all too much. But being used by these three men turned you on so bad. You couldn’t help but love how good it felt, and how much they seemed to enjoy fucking you.

When Hoseok finished cumming, he pulled out and stepped back. His cock was still rock hard and slick with cum, and he watched as the boys began fucking into you again.

Your pussy was so full of their cum that it was running down the inside of your thighs, and dripping onto the sheets. The boys continued fucking you, using their cocks to push their cum back inside of you.

Taehyung's thrusts were slow and deliberate, and he was really enjoying himself. He was savoring the feeling of your warm, tight pussy, and he kept thrusting deep and hard, hitting all the right spots.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was pounding into you, his hands gripping onto your hips and pulling you back against his pelvis. He was fucking you hard and fast, and his thrusts were becoming more and more erratic.

Then Hoseok took over, taking the lead and fucking you harder and faster. He was pounding his cock deep into your pussy, and he was fucking you so deep and so hard that it was driving you crazy.

“Shit, you’re getting full, can’t even fit my whole cock in anymore, such a mess, but so good and sexy, fuck, going to cum again, fill you up with another load, yeah, gonna stuff you so full, make that greedy pussy full.” Hoseok wrapped his arms around your waist as he pounded into you. His hips slapped against yours and the sound echoed in the room.

Your pussy was so full of cum and they were still pumping their loads into you.

Hoseok came, again and again, until you were so full, that he couldn’t even push the tip in anymore.

“Shit, look, her pussy is too full, look.” Hoseok grabbed your ankles and spread your legs out, the boys watched in awe.

“You sure it doesn’t fit? Let me try.” Jungkook stepped forward, trying to press his tip in, but the tip wouldn't go in.

Taehyung then tried as well, but your pussy was just too full, and his tip wouldn’t even touch the entrance.

“So full.” Hoseok cooed before he leaned down and kissed you. You kissed him back, moaning into the kiss as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"You did so well. You were a good girl and took all our cum. You took our cocks so well.” He whispered against your lips, and you moaned at his words, it sending butterflies through your stomach.

This was the best party ever.

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[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Taehyung's beautiful "Rainy Days" (Song Analysis)

*taps mic* is this thing on?

Well...it's been a while, hasn't it? We've been silent but we are still very much around, still listening to the Tannie's music, watching all the content, still loving vmin and namjin, we watched all streamable D-Day concerts, the Disney+ movies, all of it, we've just basically been keeping our ARMY time to ourselves.

But then came Tae.

But then came Rainy Days. And we were lured back here to scream a little at what we've gotten.

And yes, before the inevitable anons come to try and discredit everything in this post, yes we are aware that (so far) Tae doesn't have any writing credits on the songs on Layover, Love Me Again and Rainy Days. But try as you might, no one can ignore just how vmin coded Rainy Days is and how specific some of the references are. Everyone picked up on it, regardless if they were a vminie, OT7 non-shipper, or even a xkooker. Posts crying about and pointing toward Park Jimin being the one were everywhere and honestly, I've missed moments like there.

So, Rainy Days, huh, let's talk about the vmin references, shall we?

First of all, can we talk about just how gorgeous and atmospheric Rainy Days is? And how very Taehyung it is? Because it just fits him truly so perfectly, just like Love Me Again does. I love how the soft mellowness of the song contrasts with the brutalistic architecture of the building shown in the MV, the old-school iMac, and the little Pomeranian acting as Yeontan. I did get tricked into thinking it was Yeontan until Tae did his live and told us, nope, that's Rocky, a doggy looking very close to how Yeontan does since he couldn't travel with Tae. We know Yeontan has health issues, so I should've guessed as much, but either way, it is absolutely adorable how much love for Yeontan is in Tae's debut as solo artist. Find you someone that'll love you as much and as deeply as Tae loves Yeontan. I'll wait.

I love the use of the iPhone sounds within the song, the notification tone as well as the typing sound, though it isn't very fitting (it also reminds me of vmin, how they enjoy FaceTiming, texting and calling each other) for someone who was the Samsung Galaxy ambassador ha ha. Wonder what Yoongi had to say about that.

But moving along to the lyrics, as well as two moments from the MV itself, there are a few vmin references that are hard to ignore. And they were "obvious" enough that basically everyone picked up on them.

The first little thing, and this one could very well be a reach, is this Little Prince/Jimin connection. In the MV Tae falls asleep watching TV and we're shown clips of a fox and a flower which immediately made everyone think of the fox and flower from the Little Prince, and then also the moment in the first season of In the Soop when Tae and Hobi went on their little trip and spotted a mural/poster for the Little Prince. Adorable.

Then in the second verse we have Tae singing the following line:

We can start again, open all the doors

The mention of doors made me perk up because it instantly reminded me of this line in Sweet Night:

That I still hope the door is open

So it feels like, if Rainy Days really is a vmin song, it would either play before Sweet Night, or after, when something came between them but Tae wanted a second chance, still had a hope that they could be together and that all things aren't lost yet.

Now this, who do we know basically laughs at anything and everything Tae says, who has mentioned time and again that Tae is the funniest, like in one of the RUN episodes he mentioned how Tae had been making him laugh all day as well's throughout the filming? That's right, our boy Jimin.

Don't believe me? Well, check out this thread and see for yourself.

Next we have the line:

You're my four-leaf clover

Do I really need to explain this one? In a BB or memories DVD, I don't remember exactly, we had a moment when Tae was looking for a four-leafed clover and Jimin, to surprise and make him happy, went and acted as though he'd found one for it (though it wasn't a real four leaf one) which made Tae happy anyway. Years later for their performance of HOME, standing in front of what appeared to be a reference to the Mirror or Erised, we saw vmin wearing matching four-leaf clover necklaces with Tae appearing next to Jimin as though he was what Jimin's heart desired the most.

Then in the MV we have a scene where Tae is in some kind of art room creating. Eventually he picks up a baguette, which points for originality, and uses it to paint a Vante art piece showing a painting that looks like an alien with its little antennas. And who reclaimed the alien "nickname" just a few years and and who is basically the only one who can still call him that? Exactly. Jimin.

Speaking of whom, further in the lyrics we get this line:

Those hurtful words

And sure, perhaps I'm delulu and reaching, whatever, let me have fun, but still that line reminded me of something. FESTA 2020 where Jimin spoke about how he was sorry for the things in the past, how they were buddies back then (I'm still waiting for him to elaborate on that one, they were buddies back then so, Jiminie, what are you now? Care to share?) and got into a lot of disagreements and how he now feels sorry for the harsh words he used with Tae. And Harsh words can very much be hurtful. So another potential reference?

At the end of the day, as I mentioned before, Tae doesn't have writing credits on Rainy Days but, as you just read, those things just fit a little too well to be just a coincidence, right? So perhaps, just like they'd done with Chingu years prior, maybe Tae sat down with the producers/lyricist and told them what he wants in the song?

And that would be it. We're both extremely excited for the rest of Layover, for the next 3 (!!!) MVs, and all the promo Tae mentioned he has planned (based on ideas and things he saw ARMY had mentioned wishing for) and if he'll have writing credits on any of the songs. But it is a little strange to me how Tae has been so outspoken about working on and writing songs for his mixtapes for years, how he'd shown us snippets from his songs, and yet now as we are getting his debut album, no writing credits (so far). Guess we shall wait and see.

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[bteezxyewriter12]

Eating

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 1.1k

Includes- oral, pussy eating, cum eating, kind of voyeurism, multiple orgasms

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @borntowalkaway @kjqueen05

Gif Credit- @kth1

J POV

"What do you wanna do today?", I ask Yoongi

We're standing in the kitchen in the dorm and eating pizza

"I dunno", he shrugs

"C'mon Yoongi there must be something you wanna do? Shopping, park, sleep?", I giggle at the last one

He smirks at me, "I know what I want to do"

"Thank god! I didn't want to have to pick again", I sigh

"Then do you promise to do what I want?", he asks

"Yeah, fine, sure. As long as I don't have to think of something fine."

"Good"

He grabs me and lifts me up putting me on the counter on the island in the middle of the kitchen

"What the fuck Yoongi?", I exclaim

"Exactly"

What?

Is he serious?

He unbuttons my shorts and looks up saying, "Lift"

"Yoongi."

"You promised", he reminds me, "And I'm still hungry"

"Yeah but I didn't think this is what you wanted to do"

"C'mon jagi please? The kitchen is where you eat"

I roll my eyes but lift myself up so he can take my shorts and panties off

He pushes me back so I'm laying on my elbows and he slides my ass closer to the edge

He opens my legs and kneels down

"Yoongi! All the guys are home! They could come in any second", I worry

"Dont worry, we won't get caught

"But..."

"Come on baby", he says kissing the inside of my thigh, "Please?"

I melt at him asking for this so I nod and agree

Yoongi smiles then sticks his tongue out and licks up my pussy

Mmmmmhhh!", I cry trying to keep quiet

"No baby. Don't be quiet", Yoongi smirks

"Seriously?", I ask

"Yea seriously. I want you to scream. I want you to watch me lick you and suck on your clit and scream"

Shit

I knew Yoongi can be this way but it surprises and turns me on every time

"Please jagi? For me?"

"Ok.", I nod

He smiles and attaches his lips to my clit

When he sucks on it, I shout loudly

He starts moving his tongue rapidly and it feels so good

I have a really good view of him

Seeing his tongue slide on my clit over and over makes me so much more horny

"You like watching me eat you out jagi?"

"Yeah naekkeo", I moan

"I love doing it. I love seeing you shake", he says

"Fuck!", I yell

I hear doors open and close and I look around but Yoongi says, "Don't pay attention to them. Look at me"

I lock my eyes on him watching his tongue slide everywhere

I can't help but moan loudly

"What the fuck is that?", Tae asks somewhere in the dorm

"I don't know", Hobi answers

"You taste amazing jagi. I can eat you all day.", he smirks

I make whiny sounds at his words

"Fuck my face baby", he demands, voice deep

My body reacts to his voice, his words and my hips start moving

"Yeah, just like that. Faster jagi"

When he slides his tongue inside I cry out

"Is somebody hurt? What's with the crying sounds?", Jungkook yells out

"Yoongi", I call

"No baby. I don't want you to cum yet. I wanna taste more of you before you do"

He moves his tongue rapid fire and I shout out in pleasure

"Fuck!"

He knows how to work his tongue on me to get me to scream

"Ok that's it!", I hear Jimin yell

"Yoongi, they're coming..."

"I don't care. All I care about is you."

I hear another door open, "Jin is that you?", Hobi asks

"Is what me?"

"Don't you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

At that moment Yoongi sucks on my clit again and a moan bursing from my throat

"That!", Hobi yells

"No I didn't hear that until now", Jin answers

"You wanna cum baby?", Yoongi asks

"Yes. Yes oh god yes", I moan

"That's sounds like....", Jimin says

"No way!", Tae says

"Tell me what you want Jo"

"Fuck Yoongi, I want to cum.", I moan

"No fucking way!", Hobi says, "Is that?"

"It sounds like it coming from the kitchen", Tae says

"No! Not where I cook!", Jin cries

"Good jagi. I want to taste your cream again. I can never have enough of it.", he moans

"Fuuucccckkkk", I moan too

"Please give it to me. Now"

"Ok", I whisper

He sucks my clit and I shout his name as I cum hard in his mouth

"Yoongi! Oh god Yoongi!"

Yoongi puts his tongue inside me and moves it rapidly, making me cum again and a third time, one right after the other

And each time, I scream louder and louder

He moves his tongue to my clit one last time and sucks on it so hard and fast, making cum so hard, pleasure slamming all over my body

I hear footsteps through the bliss but Yoongi quickly moves away and surprisingly fast, slides my shorts back on

He puts my underwear in his pocket

I jump off the counter and quickly button my shorts

When the guys come in the kitchen, Yoongi and I are standing by the counter eating pizza

We look up at them

"Hey guys", I say and smile at them

"We're you two just...", Jimin trails off

"Were we what?", Yoongi asks

"We heard noises", Jungkook says

We both look at them with confused looks on our faces

"Sex noises", Hobi clarifies

"Yeah I think you're hearing things", I say

"What? No! We heard moaning and Yoongi's name", Jin said

"I don't know about moaning but I did yell Yoongi's name when he stole my slice of pizza", I pretended to glare at Yoongi

"Sorry jagi", he smiles

"So you guys weren't doing anything?", Tae asks

"What are you crazy? Out in the open where anyone can see? No way!", I say pretending to get mad

"How could you guys think that?", Yoongi asks, "I don't want anyone to see her body or see her like that. That's only for me"

"I...I..", Hobi stutters

"I guess", Jimin says unsure

"Were one of you watching porn and you heard sounds from there?", Yoongi asks

"No!", they yell

"Well I don't know what to tell you guys", Yoongi shrugs

"Yeah...ok...I guess we were wrong. Sorry", Tae says and all of them look so confused

"Yeah sorry", they apologize

One by one they turn and leave the kitchen and we hear them go back up to their rooms

Yoongi and I look at each other and burst out laughing

"C'mon", he says

"Where we going?"

"I want you"

"Oh really?", I smirk, "How?"

"I want you on top of me, riding me hard", he smirks back

"Hmmm, sounds like fun", I tease

He grabs me, lifting me up and carrying me to his room

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[coffeepurpleu]

On a Sweet Night, Be My Lucky Star☆ (Teaser)

Pairing : VampireTaehyung x WitchReader x DemonJungkook

Genre: Supernatural, Smut, Angst, a little of violence,Fluff (I'll try go with all lmao)

Serie: (still don't know how many longer will be, like chapters, but I'm going to make you enjoy it),about updates (there's will be not a specific day to update, *wink).

This will be my first fanfic here, English It's not my first language, so, if you have any suggestion I'll try it🏃🏻‍♀️.

Ch01

Long ago there were fights between different types of species, each with its life partner or destiny, today, although we live comfortably, there are some types of "clans" who refuse to believe that the life partners of different species are not equal to the same (type, an elf with a troll to say). But clarifying that, being a witch, I have learned to live without a companion, I have my best friend Jin.

"Where is my omma?" I asked walking into the restaurant."Yah! You know you shouldn't talk like that" Jin mentions, I managed to dodge the incoming punch.

"Come on! It's funny anyway, it's almost 8 o'clock, are you going to close? Remember that tomorrow you will accompany me to Paris" I gave him a wink.

I usually focus on work, I'm a CEO of 5 companies, I took 2 weeks off, since Jin's birthday is coming up, and I thought I'd give us a trip.

"Yeah, just let me lock up" He mentioned taking off his apron, looking for the keys. At that, we heard the door open and saw a gray wolf. "Jin?""What-"

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"Hey, Tae wake up" Yoongi was trying to move tae to take him to the car for go to apartment they had, it was 4 o'clock in the morning in Paris after a crazy night.

"Let me sleep for a while Hyung" Taehyung snorted trying to turn over, but yoongi prevented him by carrying him on his shoulders. "Hyung comee oooon."

"There are things to do Tae" He muttered.

They were two old vampire friends, both had always dreamed of finding their mate, but to one, 2 centuries made him give up and he stopped looking everywhere, or, he was missing one. To the other, he was still trying to keep his friend with hope.

"Really, you should stop doing this, you're seriously going to kill me man" Yoongi spoke, walking down the stairs helping him to support himself.

"I'm sorry Hyung I just-" Before Tae finished speaking, Yoongi completed the sentence he always repeated. "Tired of searching, I know, you've mentioned it a thousand times" He snorted.

"And despite me mentioning it to you, you always say to end it all" Taehyung rolled his eyes "Ouch!" he hadn't come to see the punch his Hyung gave him.

"Watch your mouth brat, and you know it's not good for you to do this either, how about sometime these days you meet your destined partner?" This made Taehyung laugh, but what he didn't know was that Yoongi was partly right.

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"Are you sure we should go to another city, Hobi? I'm fine here in Venice, aren't you?" Jimin pouted slightly.

"I feel something big coming Chim" Hoseok gave his usual bright smiles.

"I don't feel anything, my god senses will be gone?" he laughed softly.

"Maybe we can go back to Paris? Dance with The Moon" Hoseok slowly approached Jimin wiggling his eyebrows, seeing the cheeks of the last mentioned red as a rose.

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Noises of trucks unloading sounded on a darkened road, voices in a whisper begged to leave the worst place anyone could find.

An unusual demon, with tattoos, piercings decorating his pointed ears, hair covering almost all of his face, the smell of blood and dirt coming from him, one horn full while the other is only half full, bruised ribs sticking out of him, chains all over his body, rusty ones slowly infecting him, suffering looked on.

"Unload this wretch" mentioned a guard as he took out a cigarette to smoke.

A well-dressed gentleman in a suit said, "Be careful, this is valuable merchandise".

Suddenly, our demon is moved to a large place, but complaints echoed between walls. A small sigh came from him, he was cowering in the large cage made for him, closing his eyes hoping at least that someone would take pity on him.

"Hey, kid, are you okay?" He heard a light voice next to him

"Y-Yes."

"What's your name? my name is Neithan" The boy smiled.

"I'm Jung-" He whispered

"Hey, assholes, no talking, take number 16" A bald gentleman said.

Jungkook watched the boy he had recently talked to being taken away. A shiver ran down his spine as he listened to the bustle behind that golden door. He had to escape from there, he used his almost last breath to devise a plan to get the hell out of there.

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"Elizabeth, what did you bring?" Flor asked excitedly. After a month of not meeting, they had to put together a crazy reunion. At Y/n's mansion, who had a pool, hot tub, a lot of rooms (where ome of them she makes art or read to calm) and his own greenhouse.

"I brought tons of candy," replied Elizabeth.

"I brought chocolate covered strawberries" Flower fluttered into the living room.

"I'll get the drinks, and fairy meat" I chuckled, approaching Flor. She opened her eyes like saucers after coming out to hide behind Elizabeth.

"Bitch!" scared Flor didn't know what to do, so she pounced on Y/N. Elizabeth just laughed at them, taking a seat on the tan couch.

Ding-Dong

"Get off me you ugly dumpster fairy!" I yelled, shoving Flor, as she kept pulling my hair.

Since neither of them could keep still, the doorbell kept ringing, Elizabeth went to open the door, finding other friends, Chaeyoung and Momo, both smiling with more food,in the distance came Celeste stumbling with the tents she had in her hands to build it with the others.

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"Get the fuck away from me motherfucker!" A shout echoed through the trees

"But I love you!" A shrill voice almost on the verge of tears was heard.

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"I know we can do this, together," he murmured softly.

"Are you sure?"

"Let's get this over with and show everyone that it's possible."

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"ey princess, free tonight?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's for us to go out tonight."

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"Help, she's bleeding!"

"No, you can't leave me, you promised!"

word count: 974 I think

So that's about a preview, I hope you've enjoy it<3

All people have different way to write right?

#taekook x reader #taekook x y/n #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts jimin #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts hoseok #bts yoongi #supernatural #hybrid!namjoon #vampire #Demon #bts smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #Angst #bts fluff #Coffeepurple_ #witch #Reader witch #Godhoseok #Godjimin #jungkook fic #taehyung fanfic #bts fic #btserie

[kookieswan]

Amaranth Part X - Sweet Briar

Apprentice!Jungkook x Royal!Reader (f)

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Royal!AU, Magic!AU, Semi-Modern!AU, Angst, a little fluffy teehee.

Summary: Although information has been more than scattered, the pieces of mystery around your are starting to slowly come together. However, you can’t decide if that’s good or bad.

Notes: AHAHHAH it’s been a long time huh. A little early bday gift from my beautiful amazing lovely wife @parkdatjimin I hope you love it baby 👉🏻👈🏻 This takes place immediately after Aconite, I would recommend rereading it before going forward!

This is Part X of the Amaranth Series. Find the Masterlist here! 🌸

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“What’s happened?!” Namjoon tries to stand, legs shaking as he does so. You rush forward and push him down, wincing as he lets out a grunt of pain. The others crowed into the room, and thankfully someone slams the door shut. Joon settles himself into an awkward position, leaning back as he chuckles humorlessly. You try to ignore how much blood he’s managed to smear everywhere.

“Really it’s nothing to worry yourself with Princess. I just ran into… An obstacle, let’s say?” An obstacle? You scoff, leaning down to get a better look at him. His shirt is covered in blood along with his hands, pants, some of the papers on his desk... You see Jungkook shuffling closer from the corner of your eye, his own eyes wide and worried.

“An obstacle? Namjoon, you’re bleeding from your stomach! Is it deep?” He shakes his head while the others let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he tripped and fell badly? He is a little clumsy but still, it seems unlike him to hide away like this. The light orbs above your head flicker, and just like that you supply your own energy to support them. Silly Namjoon.

“No, not really. It’s honestly just a shallow little thing. I’m sorry for not answering your calls, I only saw them when I get back into range and-“ Joon doesn’t get to finish his sentence before there’s a quick 3 knocks on the door. It pushes open without pause, whoever it is clearly being confident in their ability to enter without being reprimanded.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but-“ Hoseok’s voice rings out as he peers in, eyes confused as he spots the overabundance of people in Namjoon’s study. That quickly changes though when he actually spots Namjoon; bloody and looking worse for wear as he tries to reassure everyone that he’s fine.

Hoseok steps into the room without another word, shutting the door quietly behind him. He strides past everyone and stands right next to you, dropping down to kneel in front of Joon. He doesn’t even ask before he starts to unbutton the other man’s shirt, nearly tearing them off in his haste.

“Namjoon… Let me see.” Namjoon just nods shakily, trying to unbutton his top to help. His hands are unsteady, causing Hoseok to grab them and set them to the side gently as he gets back to work. It’s quiet as Hoseok finally manages to get his shirt open, the gash not nearly as terrible as you thought.

The strategist stands quickly, making his way around the room to grab medical items. Like usually, you can hear Jimin and Tae whispering to themselves, quickly and quietly as Jungkook comes to stand next to you finally.

“You’re really okay Joon? All good?” Grabbing his hand, you hold it and squeeze it to try and wash the worry away. Always a sweetheart, (secretly when it comes to Joon) you wouldn’t expect anything less. Joon gives a small smile, gesturing to the injury as Hoseok finally returns to his spot. He shoved some of the books off the desk as Joon makes a disgruntled sound.

“I’m fine JK. Hobi will take care of me, won’t you?” Hoseok nods but stays quiet, going to work on cleaning up Namjoon. Yoongi makes his way out of the shadows finally, deep voice scratching over the tension in the room.

“Did you manage to retrieve the herbs? I didn’t imagine it would cause issue, but clearly I was wrong.” The Dark Mage analyzes the your advisor, pale milky eyes looking deeply into nothing. Ah, you had forgot in the moment that he had gone out for Yoongi… Which brings up the question, what even caused this in the first place?

“Yes, I was able to get what you wanted. It’s just, well… Someone wasn’t happy that I was snooping around. I think…? The cut was made with some sort of elemental magic, but…” Focusing closer, you finally sense it. It’s barely there, but there’s a hint of elemental energy left lingering on Namjoon. A kind of gross energy that certainly isn’t his, much to dark and murky.

“Do you have any idea who did it.” You don’t get a chance to ask, Hoseok voice coming out rough, not even trying to hide how pissed off he is with the statement. Namjoon pats his head once and then leans back, eyes looking to the ceiling like he’s trying his hardest to think.

“That’s the thing; I have no clue. I can’t even really remember what happened…? I was picking the flower petals from wild rosea and then I had a gash in my stomach. Obviously it happened but it’s like it never happened.” A memory wipe…? That’s not even close to low level. Whoever did this to him has a mastery of the elements that many strive for in their lifetime. You nod, singling for him to continue and trying your best not to look like a worried mother.

“I used a bit of magic for protection just in case it came back, but couldn’t feel anything following me as I made my way back to the car… I didn’t alert anyone of what’s happened by the way. I thought it better not to.” Poor Joon, the guy had to drive all the way back to castle grounds all by himself. You try to give him a reassuring smile, but it feels heavy. It’s a relief though that he decided to be discreet about all of this because things are looking grim.

“… I don’t recognize it. It’s likely a warning then since they didn’t actually kill you. How curious, someone sees Advisor Namjoon as a threat.” It’s logical for it to be a warning, but why target him in the first place? Sure, you’ve had your fair share of issues with assassin’s in the past, but still… That’s always been targeted at you. Jungkook voices your concerns, voice unsure as he asks.

“Why would he be considered a threat? I mean, sure, we all know about what’s going on in the castle walls, but-“ And then it clicks. You all do know what’s going on, that people are dying, that the sickness is traveling at an odd rate, that it’s likely targeted. You know, and that’s bad,

“… I’m thinking that’s all it’s going to take. My guess would be… We, as personal and guests in the castle, know that the Blight has been created for some horrid reason and I would think that’s enough to want us gone. Someone knows that we know, and they don’t like it.” All eyes are on you, some wide, others pinched, all unhappy. They know it’s true just as much as you do. Yoongi steps forward toward Namjoon before bowing, a move that shocks most of the room. No one dares say a word about it though.

“I agree with the Princess. There would be no other reason to target Advisor Namjoon. I sent him out for that reason exactly; I didn’t think he’d run into any issues. Please accept my sincerest apologies for the oversight.” Namjoon mumbles out that it’s okay, not looking the slightest bit miffed about it. Hoseok has him all patched up, and that’s really all the matters for now; that he’s safe. That, and you next moves.

“… Everyone listen up. These are direct orders and aren’t to be questioned.” Everyone stands at attention, Namjoon once again trying to get up as well. You give him a sharp look as Hoseok pushes him back down, giving you a dimpled smile as your lips twitch, Namjoon grumbling to himself.

“Hoseok, please take Namjoon to his quarters and make sure he rests. You’ll be off duty the next few days Joon, no complaints; Hosoek will stick around to keep you company I’m sure. I’ll come check on the two of you later this evening.” Namjoon looks like he wants to fight you so bad but he can’t, not at an official order. For once, you’re thankful for your position.

“Jimin and Taehyung, I know you’re supposed to be watching me, but I’d like for you to walk in the shadows tonight. Keep your ears close to the walls and listen for any information we might not know. There’s clearly something fishy going on. We’ll meet in the morning to talk.” They both stare before Jimin sighs, crossing his arms as he gives a terse nod, wings fluttering nervously behind him. Taehyung never technically agrees, but you know he’ll follow Jimin.

“Yoongi and Jungkook, we need to pay a visit to Seokjin. If anyone has the latest gossip, it’s him. Is that all clear everyone? I really hope it is because I’m not in the mood to argue.” There’s a chorus of nods from everyone, not a single argument in sight. Good.

“Alright, everyone else get to where you need to go.” Jimin and Taehyung take their leave instantly, everyone else staying behind. Without much thought, you lean closer to Namjoon and give him a light hug, which he reciprocates almost immediately with a small laugh. His laugh alone has gotten you though a lot.

“I’ll be fine, go do what you need to _____. There’s no need to worry, I have one of the castles top strategists with me.” Giving him a curt nod with a little wink, you step back and make your way out of the study. Jungkook and Yoongi trail you, talking about something or another as you pull your phone out. Giving Seokjin a dial, you’re not even remotely surprised when he picks up after a single ring.

“Ah, if it isn’t the pretty Princess herself? To what do I owe the pleasure?” Smooth as ever and always ready to help you out, Seokjin’s has been the man to go to if your close entourage can’t help. As much as you’d like to watch him and Yoongi fight over tea, you try to remain composed and serious.

“I need to speak with you immediately. How soon can you get to the castle grounds?” He hums, a sort of click clack sound in the background among the voices of others. Also not a shocker, the man loves to surround himself with the company of others. A tried and true schmoozer if you’ve ever met one.

“I’m already here. Where would you like to meet? I’ll be there in a few minutes tops.” You’re drawing nearer to the main hall of the castle, and no where near that area will be suitable for such a conversation, so you stop to think. Although there’s many secret alcoves and rooms, you pick a special place not many are allowed to go.

“The garden, I’ll see you there in ten minutes or so. Thank you.” You turn to see Jungkook glaring daggers at the Dark Mage as you hang up, the other man grinning like he’s just learned JK’s darkest secret. You raise a brow, clearing your throat to get both of their attention. It’ll stay on your mind to ask later; usually Jungkook’s the one doing the pestering, but maybe Yoongi will give him a run for his money yet.

“Come on, we have yet another meeting to attend to.”

#amaranth #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts x you #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts fluff #bts angst #bts magic au

[sugalaritae]

Oooohhhh Griddle!!!!

Random question: if you had to cast all 7 guys in Titanic, who would they be?

And you CANNOT make Tae Jack!

LUCE!!!

ok ok ok but like who said i was going to cast tae as jack?! huh??! you know me that well??

(you do)

it's been a decade or two since i've seen titanic but here's my casting (oh and you bet your fine ass that i'm genderbending the characters and queering this the fuck up):

oh, before i do this i would like to take a moment and recognize the douchebaggery and asshole status of both james cameron and billy zane.

now, really onto the casting...

kim seokjin as captain thomas andrews - look, we have the evidence that he looks good in that getup (see folio) and that is what i'm using for proof of this casting choice. i also think that he would be a good captain and go down with his ship.

jung hoseok as margaret "the unsinkable molly" brown - the personalities are there. she was apparently very kind and nice to people. many uptight jerks people thought she was "too much" just like i know people feel about hobi's laugh. another reason is because they both look(ed) fucking good in fancy clothes.

kim namjoon as brock lovett (bill paxton's character) because they both have the same sort of interest in art and history and i can't remember any sort of character that namjoon would be ON the titanic.

min yoongi as tommy ryan the lovely irishman that befriends jack and rose. both of them look good in hats, ok?

jeon jungkook as jack's best friend fabrizio. supportive boy who is quiet and goes with the flow and follows his friends everywhere? that's jjk baby.

park jimin as jack!! i don't have much of a reason except that i can see it.

kim taehyung as rose. he'd look great in that dress!

#ask and i shall answer #luce!!! #i fucking love you for this #also as i got closer to casting the main three i was like fuck! i can't do kth as jack?! #but he's more rose than anyone!!

[wishesunderthestars]

Dear Ellie,

I have just finished reading all of the uploaded chapters of Eunoia (in one day.. That was how good it was).. I wanted to say, I love absolutely everything about it! I love the idea of our mc being a director, the first movie she directed being the land of the gods, the fact that she lives in a huge ass house..

How namjoon slowly eased into the truth before him - the truth being how our mc is not who he assumes she would be. Learning to trust again is a beautiful process.. Jimin and Koo being taken care of and fond of our mc. That was the beginning. He’s the pack alpha - there’s nothing more delightful than seeing his pack being taken care off.. Soon, he was being taken care of too and vice versa. And now, he’s her pack.

How Jimin is so sweet despite what he has been through. It goes to show that trauma does not define you as a human being.. It has its role in shaping who you are - of course.. But, you go beyond your trauma and your abuse.. Jimin’s like pancakes dipped in whipped cream, his favourite, so soft, cuddly and warm.. The care he holds for the people he loves goes beyond what I can put into words..

How Jin was so confused at first and is still learning to adjust to what his life has become (being his tiny little family - the boys and our mc, the rules he has to no longer follow and the freedom he never had..) Seeing him nest and all of that rj themed stuff in his possession.. Wah wah, Jinnie being safe and comfortable makes me feel the same.. The scene where he cuddles with Joon and mc in his nest.. Jkmmsmsns - that should be enough to describe how I feel.

How Yoongi struggled and is still struggling to not let his past get the better of him. He’s a reflection of Namjoon, yet he isn’t.. We all have a pace we go at, Yoongi’s one might take a while.. But, we all start somewhere.. Don’t we? His assumptions and harsh words - that was very mean of him (mean marshmallow).. That was his coping mechanism - although terrible, it protected him from getting hurt again (at least, he thought so). I’m happy we are getting past that stage of their relationship. That scene where he helps the mc up the stairs and removes her makeup for her and that other one where he gets angry at her for putting herself in danger by attending the auctioning event, those scenes tell us that a part of him if not almost all of him feels safe here and with them; and her.

Hobi Hobi.. Precious ball of sunshine to mr scoop of burnt sugar (marshmallow man).. His almost child-like curiosity and interest to everything around him.. Like Jimin, he remains sweet and willing to trust (you can’t blame him when our mc was tenderly caring to his wounds and telling him all of those stories of hers.. Like some of them and some of us hesitate to trust, some of us are eager to trust.. And there’s nothing wrong with that.. Some people are just easy to trust and sometimes it’s easy to hope when your life has been deprived of it)

Tae.. Since we aren’t finished with his part yet, therefore I can’t say much.. However, for now.. Tae seems like a sweet little tiger hybrid who wants nothing but to be happy with who he is and not be tied down to whatever discipline he was taught. Tae’s a little bit of everyone, like everyone is a bit of him.. He’s fond of art, I can see that.. I’m excited to see what lies ahead of and for him..

It’s funny how I took a break from writing to write a review/analysis on Eunoia.. It’s like the ghost of writing follows me everywhere - not that I am complaining..

I’m looking forward to what you have in store for the next chapter! Please take your time, and enjoy yourself.. Wishing you a wonderful day and week..

Sincerely yours, Fluffy

I swear when I read this I squealed. This just made me so happy. You've really understood the essence and the motives of each character. And reading Eunoia in one day is a serious accomplishment. That story is 230k+ words so far! That's longer than most epic fantasy novels!

I love how you describe each character. They are all different but they do have some similarities. You are right that Yoongi is kind of a reflection of Namjoon, of his untrusting and protective side. He's trying to protect Hobi (and Jimin) just like Namjoon was trying to protect Jimin and Jungkook. But Yoongi has different types of scars and he's more impulsive than Namjoon is. All he wanted to do was take care of Hobi and himself and being mean was what he believed he should be to do that. Namjoon wasn't clouded by his past in the same way as Yoongi was and it was easier for him to see that the MC's intentions were genuine and good.

Jimin and Jungkook were the quickest to trust her, despite Jimin's past. Jin took some more time, unsure of where he stood in their small family. He had trouble with feeling like he belonged, like he wasn't just an outsider intruding into their pack. He still has some not so kind thoughts sometimes about where he stands in the pack and what he's offering them but being with them always reassures him. And Hobi is really a ball of sunshine, the contrast to how Yoongi behaves. He's often the one to ground him and soften his edges. He's also a good judge of character so he could tell that the mc doesn't mean them any harm.

Finally our sweet tiger hybrid. He is one of the horror stories of hybrid abuse. So conditioned into what his trainers had taught him that he can't understand anything different. He's so confused being in the Castle and he can't tell what is expected of him. He does love art and he gets excited at seeing all the things he wasn't allowed during his training. Even being in the garden and laying around without anyone shouting at him feels monumental to him but he tries not to show it, afraid he will be punished.

Thank you for sending this, it really made my day. Sending you love 💜💜💜

#asks

[seokjinsonlyone]

hiii! i’m that anon from the other day that asked what you thought were the members’ love languages and lollll i feel so dumb for not even perusing your work before even asking 🫣 i’m sorry i swear i’m not that dumb ~usually. ANYWAY i think you were so spot on about them all. and boy i have some ✨thoughts✨ if you don’t mind me posting this long ass post

like joonie’s one makes me think of how he has to be this strong, responsible leader but lowkey we know that man is destructive and the maknae of the hyung line, but I’m sure that man absolutely loves it when he gets his hyungs attention and praise. and the maknae line all look up to him and love him too and constantly praise him. ugh joon deserves all the love in the world.

also the words of affirmation for jin 🥺 he’s just so precious cause he praises his members and we know how he never shies away from saying he’s not the best at this and that but i love when the boys all reassure him like that one time when he was like im not the best at dancing and the maknae line like attacked him for even saying that lolll. also the love that maknae line has for their jin hyung is so so 🥰🥰 there’s this one video on yt by jinnieeats you should watch if you haven’t. it’s like “maknae line would risk it all for their jin hyung” or something like that

and then the acts of service for both yoonjin made me think of in the soop when they were literally bangtan’s dads lmao. they love taking care of their babies and it’s so precious 🥹

also yoongi’s quality time UGH I CRY. i can so imagine him wanting to spend quality time with his s/o or even just someone close in his studio. like just straight chilling, him doing his music and the other doing their own thing but it’s the thought of them being together around each other that counts.

hobi’s was the only one that made me really think about it but then i ended up agreeing lol. however i think another one for him is physical affection. but i think not for him but for others. like yes we’ve seen him hug his members but i feel like it was more so them just hugging him and him just letting. like the way i’m trying to state this is that i think he lets people who need physical affection just let them use him lol i say “use” in a nice way. like if you’ve been on twitter and seen those new vids and pics of jk hugging hobi, I feel like you’ll see what i mean 🥲

i’m gonna try to keep maknae line’s short because i’m sure you’re annoyed at how long this is. but all of maknae line’s is sososo accurate! jimin and jungkook’s physical affection is so obvious considering they are the two most touchy-feely-clingy members in bts 😂 hugs all around from these two.

jungkook just seems like the type of guy who’s gonna be so cuddly and touchy with his s/o. i see him wanting to constantly be touching them somehow, whether it’s holding hands or touching legs when sitting next to each other (the latter being when they’re around others) howeverrr i think when they’d be alone, he is gonna be ALL over them lmao. also good luck to jk’s future partner cuz they’re gonna get constant spanks from him. jk sees a butt? must smack 😤

and jimin’s future partner is gonna be so lucky in the sense that jimin is gonna want to take them anywhere to everywhere in my opinion. like i think he’s a travel enthusiast and he’s taken his friends on trips with them so i’m imagining him and his s/o traveling the world together, just them two being all cute and romantic 🥹

also tae is the “real” baby of bts so the words of affirmation fits him so well. tae loves to compliment his members, like he is rapline’s #q fan and the way he always reassures and compliments jin when jin is criticizing himself. i think it’s the same for himself but kinda like, a little more escalated lmao. he loves getting the attention of love from his members. his partner is gonna be showered with compliments honestly and baby boy is gonna expect the same lmao but like, who wouldn’t want to make him smile and blush?💁🏽‍♀️

ok done. AGAIN i’m sorry for how long this was and how repetitive it got to what you had already said too (just not realized after i wrote it all 🤦🏽‍♀️)

PLEEEEAAASSSEEE y’all never have to apologize for sending me long messages EVERRRR i love it i love to hear your thoughts i’m crazy nd delusional i could go on for days nd i love when other people do as well SO KEEP THEM COMING OKAY? nd don’t worry about not looking through my writing before like i didn’t mind that AT ALL i do an awful job at promoting myself like if i post something i may reblog it a couple times on the first day but that’s about it so that’s on me 💀

NEWAY YES I HAVE SEEN THE KOOBI PICS ON TWITTER IVE BEEN FAWNING OVER THEM FOR LIKE 2 DAYS I LOVE THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO MUCH LIKE ITS SO CUTE TO SEE JK CLINGING TO HIM it makes me think of when hobi was like “the younger members love to follow me around” and they do 😭😭😭 sign me up to be the next baby duck following my hobi around 🥺

AND YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD WITH SAYING TAE IS THE REAL BANGTAN BABY like okay jk has this air of submission around him right bc he’s the youngest nd he accepts that nd he do be clinging but he does not like to be coddled like he’s always going around talking about “i’m not a baby 😤” even tho he is our baby our baby star candy baby light bulb kookoo BUT TAE LOOOOVES to be coddled and swaddled and doted on he loves it so much nd i love him…. so so much 😌 and i’m totally gonna check out that yt video i used to watch things like that all the time a couple months ago nd i been waiting for another one to pop up on my recommended that tickles my fancy 🥒

#ask #ask of interest #AND THANK YOU FOR READING AND RESPONDING #I LOVE WHEN Y’ALL SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS WITH ME #i’m a former gifted student okay i spent the entirety of my childhood reading i love me some words

[introtae]

i always open up my laptop with the intention of being productive but when i open chrome i blink and end up scrolling through vhope pictures for two hours instead

#pinterest is the devil #it is a hellscape #but i'm addicted to vhope #and i make sacrifices to be able to scroll through their beautiful friendship endlessly #maybe 2 hours is a little dramatic but i really do spend a concerning amount of time on that hellsite #all for vhope #my vhope board is getting a little too full it's concerning #they're just so sweet #i love them #tae really looks up to hobi you can see it everywhere like he looks at him like he hung the stars in the sky #and hoseok always looks so proud when he looks at tae #pain. #🥺 #astrid.txt

[snackhobi]

pairing: taehyung x reader / word count: 13.3k / genre: fluff, friends to lovers, smut (NSFW, 18+)

summary: you’re used to being in love with taehyung. you’ve had a lot of time to get good at it, after all—by this point you’re the world’s expert at keeping your less-than-platonic feelings hidden from him, what with the amount of practice you’ve had.

but then he signs up for a massage therapy course, because apparently you can never catch a break.

or: the one where taehyung gives you a full body massage and then some.

warnings: sexually explicit content, massage with a happy ending (literally 🤧), cursing, edible massage oil/lube, fingering (f), unprotected sex (be safe when you have sex please), multiple orgasms (f), oral sex (m), cum swallowing, pet names, body worship?, brief mention of shower sex

a/n: I swear this was meant to be pwp. this was literally meant to just be pwp with some massage shenanigans. and then I blinked and it had become a soft 13k fic which honestly… kicked my ass quite a bit. but I hope you enjoy it!! thank you as always to @hobi-gif​ for beta reading this and encouraging me and putting up with me changing this multiple times, what would I do without your support miss hope?

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Taehyung goes through a lot of different phases.

He just finds so many things interesting. Photography, art, art history, music, fashion, thrift shopping; heck, there was even the time he got weirdly into making tea and became some sort of connoisseur, going through the whole rigmarole of buying the loose leaves and weighing them out, checking the temperature of the water, brewing for a precisely measured amount of time.

You still remember the look on his face when you said it all tasted like hot leaf water to you.

Because, of course, as one of Taehyung’s best friends and his roommate, you’re inevitably swept up in everything he does. You’re used to the weirdly acrid smell of photo development fluid and how cold dark rooms can get. You use phrases like chiaroscuro and sfumato to describe the simplest things after listening to Taehyung do the same for so long. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve tripped over his saxophone case when he leaves it lying around the apartment. You regularly wear the baggy t-shirt with the face that Taehyung had painted on it—even if you still refer to it as the Squidward-House-Shirt despite the fact you know he was inspired by Basquiet and Schiele and not the Easter Island themed stone head that Squidward lives in.

You don’t mind getting dragged along with whatever he does, honestly; you don’t have time to attend every class, but go with him when you can. It’s always good to expand your horizons. You also love watching Tae’s face whenever he learns something new, the various expressions that flit across his features—from wide eyed excitement and eyebrow raising astonishment to the more solemn side that appears whenever he’s taking something in and thinking deeply about it, turning it over in his mind, mulling on it.

(You love watching Tae’s face all the time, actually, but that’s a whole other can of worms you’d rather keep shut.)

However, the latest course he’s signed up for is not one you’d been expecting.

“Massage therapy?” Your face twists in equal parts confusion and surprise.

Taehyung’s dropped this latest nugget of information while you’re cooking, trying to fry some rice while also peering at the phone screen that’s been thrust into your face. You’re not bad at multitasking, per se, but Taehyung’s iPhone is drifting so close that you’re almost cross-eyed and it’s blocking you from seeing what’s going on in the pan. 

“I had a coupon,” he says, as if that explains everything. (It doesn’t.)

“Scooch,” you say, and he immediately moves so you can turn the gas off.

“Jiminie and Jungkookie say that my massages help with dance, and that's just from Youtube tutorials.” Taehyung continues to talk as you bustle around the tiny kitchen. He’s already set the table so now he’s free to watch you finish doing the rest of the work. “And Joon-hyung says I have the perfect hands for it.”

You fumble with the pan as you’re scooping the steaming rice into a large bowl, only just managing to save food from scattering everywhere. You’ve thought about Taehyung’s hands a lot, about how large and long fingered and beautiful they are, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Really? Huh. That’s nice.” You stare at the pan, fixated on getting every grain of rice so you can avoid looking at Taehyung’s face. And hands. Which are still cupped around his phone. Which looks so small in his big, pretty grip.

Jesus Christ.

“It means I can give you massages if you ever start to get tense.” Taehyung sounds pleased, lovely grin on his face at the prospect of being able to rub his hands over you. As if that isn’t going to make every single one of your muscles lock up and turn you into some sort of coiled rope of a human being, which is the complete opposite of what a massage is supposed to achieve. 

“Great.” Despite your inner turmoil, your voice is level and steady as you meticulously scrape the last grain of rice into the bowl, chasing the tiny fleck of white around the huge pan. Scrape, scrape, scrape. “Sounds fabulous. Can’t wait.”

Of course Taehyung would sign up to learn something that he could use to help his friends. He’s so big-hearted and loving. Big-hearted and loving and kind and funny and affectionate and beautiful and deep-voiced and so entirely overwhelming in every single way imaginable. 

You do what you always do when confronted yet again with your all-consuming crush—you bottle that shit the fuck up until he’s not in the room.

And then you have a miniature breakdown at Pickles.

“I am going to die,” you whisper-scream. “He’s going to offer to massage me and he’s going to get a bottle of massage oil out and he’s going drizzle it onto his massive hands and I am going to fucking die.”

The bearded dragon cocks his head as he stares at you. Taehyung had come home with the reptile one day, tank and all, saying that someone on Facebook had been giving him away because they were moving house and could they just look after him for a little while, please, pretty please? Until they found a good home for him? Please?

That was over a year ago. (You’ve always been bad at saying no to Taehyung.)

“I hate my life,” you lament to the lizard, but then you hear the noisy flush of the toilet and know that Taehyung is going to emerge from the bathroom soon, so you have to wrap this miniature meltdown up pronto. “I wish I was a bearded dragon too, you know. All you do is get fed and sit under the heat bulb. Your life is so easy. You don’t even know what capitalism is.”

The silence you get from Pickles is far more support than you get from your human friends once you tell them. Yoongi just raises his eyebrows while Seokjin and Hoseok laugh outright in your face, just like they always do when you cry to them about Taehyung.

You need new friends. These ones are defective. (If only you’d kept the receipt so you could return them.)

“We learned how to do neck and shoulder massages today!” Taehyung says brightly after the first session.

You hum in response. You’re rewatching Pacific Rim together, cuddled up against Taehyung’s side, and you don’t have to turn your head to know what expression is on his face. There’ll be that little upturn to his lips, happiness at learning something new. That warmth in his eyes at being able to share it with you, even if you couldn't be there with him. Those little freckles on his face, under his eye, his nose, his lip; the one you’ve imagined kissing more times than you can count.

“My teacher says I have a natural talent with my hands,” he adds, and you’re so grateful that you can blame your sudden intake of breath on the scene that’s playing on the screen, as high stakes as it is. 

“That’s nice,” you say, and mentally pat yourself on the back at keeping the strain out of your voice. You've had a lot of practice at this. “I’m not surprised, though. You’ve always been good at doing things with them.”

That’s not a euphemism. Taehyung’s always so careful when he makes things; you’d learned how to fold different origami patterns together, matching crane for crane, lotus for lotus, and he’d always been so delicate with his fingers. He’s always so careful and considerate with you, too, fingers splayed wide across your shoulder as he squeezes you closer to his side, leaving you breathless.

“I wish you could come too.” Taehyung sounds disappointed. “We always have so much fun together.”

For the first time in your life you’re grateful that your manager at Olive Chicken is such a hardass and won’t let you swap shifts, so you’d had to miss signing up for the massage course with Taehyung—because you know there’s no way you’d be able to keep it together if there was some sort of tandem practice in class or whatever. Your crush on him is filled with equal parts of tenderness and lust and you’re well aware of that. You’d rest your hands on the soft skin of Taehyung’s shoulders and back, the lust would overwhelm you, and you’d immediately burst into flames like some sort of demon stepping over the threshold of a church. 

Why oh why did God have to make Kim Taehyung so hot?

Why oh why did God have to make you so… not?

You know Taehyung doesn’t see you in a romantic light at all. You’re grateful for this deep, platonic relationship you have, and you love him to pieces, but holy hell is it hard to walk around with Kim Taehyung looking the way he does and wanting to jump his bones while simultaneously being aware that it’s never going to happen. Whenever he smiles at you, or touches you, or holds you, it’s in exactly the same way as he treats any of his friends—and as happy as you are to be one of those friends, it also kind of kills you inside. 

(Because you know you don’t have a chance, have never had a chance, and will never have a chance.)

The idea of offering to massage Taehyung is one that makes you want to melt into a puddle of horny goo. But when he offers to massage you, it’s because you’re a convenient practice partner who he’s comfortable with. It’s no big deal. You could strip naked and slather yourself up in oil and stand in front of him with your bosoms heaving and say ‘Have at me, big boy’ and Taehyung would say: ‘Sweet! A chance to practice deep tissue massage! Gee, thanks for being such a great pal!’

The kind of deep tissue you want Taehyung to massage is very different to whatever he’s talking about.

… Anyway.

You manage to avoid Taehyung using his apparently magic fingers on you for a surprising amount of time, though you’re kept up to date with his progress, because he shares everything with you and tells you about everything and you always, always listen. Because, more than being your crush, he’s one of your best friends and you love him.

Which is why you try your best to be gentle, graciously refusing his offer of a shoulder massage after he sees you wincing, even if with anyone else you’d just tell them to back off with zero hesitation.

“It’s fine,” you say, flapping a hand at him. “I just slept on it funny.”

“A massage would help! It won’t take long, I promise. Five minutes? Please?” 

Taehyung’s looking at you with those big puppy eyes of his, pleading. You waver. You’re torn between being steadfast and avoiding a situation you’ve literally had nightmares about (Taehyung had offered to massage you, and you’d said yes, but then you’d fallen over as you were walking to him and suddenly a lasagne had appeared in your hands and you’d spilled it all down your shirt and he’d pointed and laughed and laughed and you’d felt so embarrassed that you’d woken up, cheeks burning), but then he pouts and you give in like the spineless and lovesick fool that you are.

“Five minutes,” you say, and Taehyung nods emphatically, looking pleased.

(You have the backbone of a chocolate éclair.)

You send quiet thanks to whatever God is listening when he doesn’t ask you to take your top off and doesn’t break out a bottle of scented oil. Instead he just asks for you to straddle a chair, clutching a plushie against your chest to cushion where it leans against the backrest, and tells you to get comfy.

“Just relax,” he says, as you desperately try to remember how your body works and coax it to relax like Taehyung wants you to. You fail miserably. You feel like a ball of rubber bands, each muscle a layer of tighter and tighter elastic that’s circled around you. “Lean forwards a little?”

At least Taehyung can’t see your face from this angle. You have no idea what sort of expression is twisting your features; consternation and horrified anticipation, probably. You're basically throttling your plushie, taking out your tension and frustration on the poor thing, Rilakkuma's placid face morphing into a twisted expression of sympathy under your grasping fingers.

“Perfect,” Taehyung says. The sound of praise in his deep voice has your insides turning into overheated syrup, hot and thick, dripping down and pooling between your legs. You hate yourself. Getting turned on by the most innocuous words from your best friend, really? Get it together.

The second you feel Taehyung's warm hands touch the back of your neck, your shoulders hunch up faster than a whiplash, a turtle sucking its head into its shell. Your friend laughs.

“This is the opposite of relaxing,” he says, voice warm with amusement. 

“You surprised me.” You dig your nails into Rilakkuma's soft brown fur. Taehyung just thinks you're not used to being massaged, not that you're being weird because it's him that's touching you. Because he touches you a lot. He’s just never done it like this. “Sorry.”

“It's fine,” he replies, unruffled and oblivious. “Let me try again?”

You bite your lip, desperately trying to quell the mix of arousal and tension that’s churning in your stomach, begging your muscles to unwind. You’ve kept your crush a secret from him for this long, you can keep that energy up. (You have to keep that energy up.) “Um. Okay.”

You’re still tense when Taehyung puts his hands on you again. The touch is warm through your clothes, firm but careful, digging into the sharp line of tension laid across your shoulders; despite the way your heart is threatening to launch itself out of your chest, you start to loosen up, because holy shit that feels nice, actually.

You melt against Rilakkuma and smother the bear's face in your chest. “Your teacher wasn’t kidding when they said that you’re good with your hands,” you mumble. 

You’ve never gotten a proper massage before but it feels so damn good that you can’t help but unwind, turning to jelly at the confident presses of Taehyung’s fingers and palms into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. A little sigh spills past your lips when Taehyung starts to work at the part that’s been twinging after you lay crookedly on it, limbs akimbo in your sleep after a long night at work. “Oh, right there, Tae.”

Taehyung goes still for just a second before continuing, trailing his fingers over your shirt. “Here?”

Your eyes have drifted shut so you can focus on the sensation of that tension being pulled out of your body. “Yeah, right there,” you repeat, massaged into a state of lazy euphoria. The breath you let out is long and deep, catching in the back of your throat at a particularly firm rub of Taehyung’s hands; if you weren’t so blissed out you might be embarrassed at how much the noise you make is like a moan, but as it is, you don’t even notice. You just let out a little sound of discontent when Taehyung’s fingers stutter in their motions, displeased that he’s stopped even for a second.

By the time the massage is over, you’re so relaxed that you feel like you could melt into the floor, a wobbly puddle of unwound muscles and loose limbs. It’s official. You’re a massage convert.

“Holy shit.” Your eyes flutter open as you lean away from Rilakkuma so you can turn around. They’re the first coherent words you’ve spoken for a while; small sighs and sounds have been dripping from your lips and it’s only now that you’re able to regain your breath. “Tae, that was amazin—”

You’re met with the sight of Taehyung’s back as he power walks away, steps rapid, a little shaky, awkward. Before you can ask what’s wrong, he’s stepping into the bathroom. 

“I need to wash my hands,” he says without looking at you, before the door slams shut.

You don’t remember Tae telling you about how quickly you have to wash your hands after finishing a massage. But, thinking about it, you suppose it makes sense—you know, with massaging multiple clients or whatever—even if it’s surprising exactly how fast he’d hoofed it away from you. It sounds like he’s switched both taps on full blast as well, noisy even through the wooden door, and judging from how long he’s in there, he’s being very thorough. Hand washing must be a lot more important than you’d realised. 

Once Taehyung emerges, his face is a little flushed, cheeks a soft red. You wonder if the hot water tap is playing up again and filling your dinky bathroom with hot steam, and make a mental note to look into it. You smile at Taehyung from your perch on the sofa, Rilakkuma plopped on your lap, smile spread across your features; one that Taehyung returns, as pink-faced as he is.

“How’s your shoulder feeling?”

“So much better, honestly,” you admit. It’s incredible. He hasn’t even finished the course yet and he's already this good. He really does have magic hands.

“I’ll have to give you massages more often,” Taehyung says, though the end of the sentence trembles a little. He must be light-headed after all the steam in the bathroom.

The thought of more massages doesn’t fill you with as much mind-numbing trepidation as it might have earlier, utterly languid as you flop across the sofa, muscles uncoiled after the lovely touch of Taehyung’s even lovelier hands. No wonder people rave about spa days if they leave you feeling like this. Maybe if you’d been staring at Taehyung in the eye when he’d been touching you, then you’d feel a lot more awkward—as it is, it’s no worse than usual. Your crush is still all-encompassing but you also got a massage out of it, so.

“Sounds great.” This time you don’t even have to fake your excitement. “Now come sit your butt down so we can order some takeout and decide what to watch.”

When you bend down to speak to Pickles later, the bearded dragon is lolling on his favourite branch. “There’s still a high chance that I’m going to die,” you say in a low voice, before you flick the lights off so the lizard can sleep. “But he hasn’t broken out the oils yet, so I think I’ll be okay for now.”

--

Your luck doesn’t last.

“Strawberry and champagne, lychee martini, mint mojito, white chocolate, or tropical coconut?”

You look up from where you’re painting your toenails. “Huh?”

Taehyung bundles into the room and throws himself onto your bed, flopping on his belly and ignoring the way the mattress is jostled. You, of course, are used to his antics, which is why you’d swept your open bottle of nail polish up before he could spill it everywhere.

“What do you think sounds best?”

“Well, that depends,” you say, squinting at your toes and carefully sweeping the polish over the freshly buffed nails. “For candles, I think they sound pretty nice. For sauces to pour over a steak, I’d say I’d give them all a hard pass. What’s it for?”

“Massage oils,” Taehyung says blithely, too busy staring at his phone to see you muffle a curse when your hand slips and you paint your entire little toe blue. “I was wondering which you think sounds best.”

“Oh. Uh.” You fumble to clean your toe and salvage the now-terrible pedicure you’re trying to give yourself. It was only a matter of time before massage oils were going to become part of your life. Taehyung never goes into things half-hearted, so of course he’s going to invest in oils, too. God’s sake. You can never catch a break, can you? “Why these ones in particular?”

Taehyung pauses for a suspiciously long time, but it gives you the chance to furiously rub at your toe while he’s distracted. “We get a free bottle from the course,” he says eventually.

Huh. Okay. “That’s pretty neat. What was the last one? Coconut? Stick with the basics, can’t go wrong with that, right?”

“Coconut is always tasty,” Taehyung comments absently, and you glance up from your Smurf toe.

“Agreed, but it’s not like you’re about to eat massage oil, are you?”

Taehyung pauses, and then buries his face into his phone screen—suddenly very intent on rereading the list of ingredients in each bottle, it seems. “No, of course not, you’re right,” he mumbles.

He’s almost finished the course. He’s not going to be an accredited masseuse or anything, but you definitely think he could be, if he wanted to—you’ve never had less tension in your shoulders and neck in your life. Taehyung always eases his way into your personal space anyway, casual and effortless after years of friendship, but now you’re used to his fingers sliding over the back of your neck, a gliding touch, sending tense little goosebumps over your skin while simultaneously making you melt. 

“It’s pretty cool that you get free stuff, though.” Your toe is clean, thankfully, no longer blue. “And not just, like, a generic bottle of oil or something. They all sound really fancy. I didn’t realise that you could get massage oils that were scented like that?”

Taehyung makes a non-committal noise, which is uncharacteristic of him, but you’re too focused on repainting your final nail to pay it too much mind, letting out a loud huff of triumph when you’re done.

“Get me a bag of shrimp crackers, please?” You have a sudden craving but you don’t want to penguin waddle to the kitchen and risk getting anything on your wet nails. “Ya girl is hungry.”

“Got it.” Taehyung rolls off the bed without protest. You’re used to his antics, and he’s used to yours, indulging you whenever you feel lazy or want him to do something for you. “You need me to feed you?”

“I wasn’t going to use my toes to feed myself,” you laugh, but Taehyung ends up feeding them to you anyway.

When you recount the list to Seokjin later, his face crumples in a way that’s equal parts offended and disgusted. “They all sound terrible,” he says. “White chocolate should stay in chocolate form and not be turned into an oil. Why does massage oil even have to smell like anything?”

You’re both holed up in the tiny smoking nook behind Olive Chicken; neither of you smoke, but it’s a good excuse to go outside and get fresh air during longer shifts. 

“Hey, don’t ask me, I’m not the one who’s taking the course. I think lychee martini sounds interesting, though.”

“Agree to disagree.” Seokjin unwraps one of the complimentary chocolates the restaurant gives to diners with their bill, swallowing it whole. “Besides, we all know Taehyung could approach you with dirty, used fryer oil and you’d let him dip you in it.”

You slap the next chocolate out of his hand before it reaches his mouth. He’s unmoved and simply plucks another from his pocket, which is apparently bulging with them.

“Yoongichi,” Jin says, calling to the delivery boy, who’s just appeared from the dark like some tired-eyed spectre of fried chicken. “Tell me this. If I were to ask you what smell of massage oil you’d prefer, what—”

“I would say that I really could not care less.” Yoongi flops down on one of the rickety fold-out chairs before silently accepting a chocolate from Seokjin’s stash. “And then I’d ask why you’re asking me in the first place, seeing as you’re the one using it, not me. If Taehyung’s asking what massage oil you’d prefer, Y/n, it’s because he wants to rub it all over you specifically.” Yoongi munches on the chocolate, already filling in the blanks without needing to be told the context. You really are that transparent, huh. “Please, we’ve been over this.”

Jin pouts. “You ruined my set up. I had a whole speech prepared.”

“Oh no.” Yoongi remains blank-faced. “How terrible.”

“I hate both of you,” you say. “I’m going to tell Pickles how mean you are.”

“I bet if that lizard could talk, he’d tell you how tired he was of you two dancing around each other, just like the rest of us,” Yoongi says.

There’s no dancing around, though, no matter what your friends say. Well. Not on Taehyung’s end anyway. You’re out here doing the fandango, castanets and all, while Taehyung just stands stock still, oblivious.

You let out an incredibly long sigh. Seokjin hands you a sympathetic chocolate.

The massage oil doesn’t make an appearance in your life for a little while, though. The end of the course comes and goes, Taehyung proudly flapping the laminated certificate at you, wobble-wobble-wobble, filling the apartment with the sound of rippling plastic. But no coconut oil.

The scent of ‘tropical coconut’ has started to haunt your dreams, in a way that’s both good and bad; when you wake up in a sweat, heart pounding, it’s not because you’re having nightmares, let’s just put it like that. It’s like there’s an invisible countdown that you can’t trace and it’s only a matter of time before it ticks over and the shoulder massages (that you’ve gotten very comfortable with) edge into something different. Taehyung’s going to innocently offer to give you a backrub and uncap that bottle of scented oil and you’re going to explode into a mess of putty under his hands.

Well… then again… you had been worried about that with all the shoulder rubs. Now look at you. You weather those like a champ. Sure, your skin tingles and you run hot and you think about the sensation of Taehyung’s hands gliding over you whenever you’re alone, but you’re basically fine. Your friend who just so happens to also be the great love of your life remains none the wiser.

You bet a full back rub would feel great after a long week.

Which is why when Taehyung steps into the apartment with a look on his face that you immediately recognise as tiredness, you sort of wish you knew how to massage people, too.

He falls into your arms with little fanfare. It’s been one of those days, one of those ones that everyone gets, even Taehyung—he’s usually so Switched On and Exuberant and Alive, and people don’t seem to realise that even he feels exhausted, sometimes.

“You alright, bubs?” You can’t massage him but you can rub his back soothingly, let him snuffle against your neck. Sometimes you think about that little space between your chin and collarbones as Taehyung’s, a hollow that’s perfect for him to press his face into, hair tickling your chin as he curls up into you. His and his alone. “Did something happen?”

He just shakes his head.

“Okay,” you say.

(Close proximity and skin on skin with Taehyung doesn’t always have your pulse rising and your heart racing. Sometimes it’s just this: quiet and soft, your heart bright with fierce affection for this boy, the only thought in your mind that you want him to be happy, forever.)

The long silence is broken by the sound of Taehyung heaving in a breath before letting out a long, exhausted sigh. 

“Thank you.” His voice is quiet and low, far less energetic than his usual self.

“Nothing to thank me for, Tae,” you reply. “Always here for you. You know that, right?”

He doesn’t respond straight away. He just burrows closer, draped over you, until he murmurs, barely audible. “Why?”

Your face twists. “Why, what? Why am I always here for you?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung squeezes himself impossibly closer, skin warm against yours, forehead pressed to the skin of your neck. You can’t see his expression from this angle.

“Because you’re one of my best friends and I love you,” you answer, immediately. You don’t even have to think about it. “Because you’re important to me and if there’s anything I can do for you, I will. I’ll celebrate the good things in your life with you, and I’ll be at your side during the bad times, just like you are with me. Please don’t ever forget how much I love you, okay?”

There’s a pause, and then it feels like all the tension leaves Taehyung’s body, slumping his whole body weight against you. “Okay,” he murmurs. “I love you too. Thank you,” he says again. You just reply by squeezing his shoulders.

He’s a little quieter for a few days after that. You’re not sure why, because he’d perked up after a lazy evening of lying around and eating too many snacks, flopped against you like an oversized, clinging starfish—but you’re gentle with him nonetheless. 

(Well. You’re always gentle with him. It just takes you half a second to fold in the face of his whims, rather than a whole, full second.)

So when the dreaded bottle of oil finally appears, you’re far less ready to fight off Taehyung’s insistence on a full body massage, caught off guard after days of indulging him. Fuck. 

“You’ve had a long week!” Taehyung insists as you scrabble your way over the sofa’s backrest so you can hide behind it, clutching a cushion to your chest. “You need to relax!”

Without looking you fling the cushion over the sofa. Judging from the fact that Taehyung doesn’t make a sound, you’ve missed. “I was feeling perfectly relaxed until you started yelling at me about it! Why are you so obsessed with the idea of me being relaxed?”

Taehyung doesn’t respond. Oh, crap. Maybe you did hit him with the cushion?

You pop up from behind the sofa. Nope. It's an embarrassing distance away from Taehyung, who’s got that surprisingly large bottle of oil held loosely in his hands. There’s an expression on his face that you can’t decipher; a little crestfallen, a little unsure, but there’s something else there, too, something you can’t put a name to.

“Taehyung?”

“I just… wanted to help,” he says. “You’re always there for me when I’m not feeling great, and you calm me down, and I wanted to do the same for you.”

You immediately feel like the worst human being alive. Take the feeling you get whenever you accidentally step on an animal’s tail, multiply it by infinity, and that’s only just a drop in the ocean of awful, awful guilt that you’re drowning in. 

“Oh, Tae,” you say. Your voice comes out so much softer and sweeter than you mean it to, but you can't help it. “I’m sorry. I was just joking. It’s really nice of you to be so concerned. You just surprised me. You do help me relax and your massages are great.” (You tell him that often enough that he should know it, but it never hurts to repeat a compliment.)

His face lifts. It’s like the sun bursting forth from the clouds after heavy rain, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes, blinded by the brightness and beauty. Kim Taehyung is so unfairly gorgeous (but what else is new?). “So I can give you a massage?”

Despite the fact the prospect makes you want to fling yourself into space, when you’re faced with Taehyung’s dark eyes and wide smile and large, warm hands, you cave, because of course you do. If, way back when you’d first been frying up that kimchi rice and letting Taehyung thrust his phone into your face, you’d been told you’d end up in this position, you would have laughed outright. Haha, yeah, sure, like you’d be stupid enough to let yourself be wrangled into such a vulnerable state in front of Taehyung, nowhere to run, helpless under his fingers. Not.

But here you are. Whipped for Kim Taehyung, forever and always.

The pastel blue towels under your stomach and chest are soft as they shield you from the cold, hard floor. You’re incredibly aware of how chilly the apartment feels, air prickling against your bare skin; you shift to try and get comfortable, glancing over your shoulder to fiddle with the towel that’s draped over your hips and ass, making sure it’s covering everything. Taehyung insists on authenticity (as if you’re not lying on the floor of your apartment rather than on a massage table) and he says that it’s normal to be completely naked for a full-body massage, even underneath any towels that are covering you up.

Authenticity is also why he’s in the other room, warming up the massage oil, because that’s apparently a thing?

(You’re going to die.)

It doesn’t matter that Taehyung will only be able to see the back of your head, your shoulder blades, the small of your back, a slip of your thighs, your calves. None of these things are especially scandalous; all the parts of your body that someone might find more interesting are out of sight, pressed against the floor or hidden under a layer of Egyptian cotton microfibres. 

And yet you can’t help but be hyperaware of how you’re entirely unclothed. Even if it doesn’t bother Taehyung—what with, you know, the fact he’s not interested in you like that and doesn’t find you attractive at all (sigh)—embarrassment creeps hot and uncomfortable under your skin.

It just feels so crazy intimate to be laid out like this, even if people do this all the time, happily strip down to let professionals rub the tension out of their body. 

(Then again, most people aren’t best friends with their masseuses and haven’t harboured long, one-sided crushes on them, either.)

Just breathe. You can do this. You love the shoulder massages that Taehyung’s been giving you; just think of this as a shoulder massage. 

… A shoulder massage that involves warm oil, near-nakedness, and Taehyung’s hands sliding all over you.

… You are going to have a very long venting session with Pickles after all this.

You’re so distracted by your own self pity and distress that you don’t register the sound of Taehyung entering the room; the little pause when he steps over the threshold, feet stuttering, just for a moment. It’s only when he’s kneeling down that you notice his presence, body jolting from surprise before you let out a slip of high laughter.

“Jesus, Tae,” you say. In any other circumstance, you’d be clutching your chest. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.” He sounds genuinely apologetic.

Your cheek is pillowed on your arms. When you turn to look at your best friend you immediately regret it; he’s settled back on his ankles, knees spread wide, and you come eye-to-eye with his crotch.

In an effort to look away from his clothed dick, your gaze flies up to his face, which might be even worse. He has this intense look in his eyes, and wow, alright, you’ve never been able to see Taehyung’s face as he’s been massaging you, but you never realised exactly how seriously he seems to take it, judging from his expression.

(Do all massage therapists look like that when they work?)

“That’s alright.” You’re a little breathless, but you’re going to blame that on how your boobs are smooshed into the floor, and not on anything else, nuh uh. Shoulder massage. It’s a shoulder massage. It’s just like a full bodied shoulder massage. (Maybe if you repeat it to yourself often enough then you’ll actually start to believe it.) “Uh. Do you need me to… do anything? Or do I just lie here?”

Taehyung’s expression lightens a little at the uncertainty in your tone, smile curling up the corners of his mouth. “You’re perfect right where you are,” he says, and then he reaches for the bottle of oil.

You turn your head away again, cheeks burning. There’s no way you’ll be able to handle the visual of him slicking his fingers and palms up. “Cool,” you say, voice only a little strained. “Coolcoolcoolcool.”

(It’s not cool.)

You don’t have a visual, but you do get the auditory experience thanks to the relative silence in the apartment. Goosebumps ripple down the back of your neck and trail down your spine at the sound of Tae’s hands sliding against each other, thoroughly coated in the warmed oil, and you’re so glad that you can blame it on the chill in the air.

At first, it’s okay. Taehyung starts at the parts of your body that are used to receiving his attention, though it’s different without the barrier of clothing in the way, not to mention how easily his palms glide over you, the air full of the light scent of coconut. It’s different, but manageable, and you think you just might be okay; as always, his touches are firm but careful, and your body is used to this by now, relaxing.

But. The second you feel Taehyung’s touch between your shoulder blades, you stiffen with a shiver. The oil is the perfect temperature against your skin, but you’ve always had a sensitive back; you can’t help but clench your fists, digging your fingers into your palms. Relax. Just breathe. 

“You’ve got a lot of tension here.” Taehyung’s voice is low as he digs the heel of his palm into the dip of your spine.

It’s because you’re touching me there, you think to yourself, but just let out a non-committal hum of agreement instead. 

You feel Taehyung's hands, a repeated sliding motion between your shoulder blades; the tension starts to leak out of you again, but your breath hitches in your throat at how you're pressed downwards and into the cotton towels beneath you, nipples hardening against them.

Thank God you're on your front so Tae can't see what effect he's having on you.

“Better?”

Taehyung's voice is always deep, but you'd swear it was even deeper in this moment, pitched low. Maybe that’s because the sound of blood pumping is filling your ears so it’s hard to discern. At this point, who even knows? Not you, that’s for sure.

“Yep.” Why are you so breathless? You haven’t moved at all, but you sound like you’ve just run the 100m sprint, winded and weak. “So much better.”

You regret agreeing to this. You are so out of your depth and there’s no way you’re going to be able to hide exactly how much this is affecting you and you want to collapse in on yourself and shrivel up like a sundried tomato, tiny and wrinkly and underwhelming. 

Taehyung shifts to reach more of you and you squeeze your eyes shut so you don’t come face first with his crotch again, shielding yourself from the view of his loose linen trousers stretched almost taut with how wide his knees are. It’s both a blessing and a curse—a blessing because you’re saved from aforementioned view, but a curse because your sensation of touch is heightened, and all you’re aware of is his hands sliding down your sides. You’d swear those fingers were so long he could circle your waist with ease.

(Massages are meant to relax you and yet you’ve never felt so tense in your life.)

Taehyung clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth. “I can’t get a good angle like this,” he mutters.

Before you can think anything or say anything, you become aware of the sound of moving and shifting and—

Your eyes fly open. Taehyung’s straddling your thighs, heavy and warm, and you suck in a breath so sharp and fast you can feel your chest expand, brain full of the screaming clang of warning bells. There’s no way this is a normal masseuse thing. There’s no way. It’s intimate and entirely too physical and there’s absolutely no way that this is something Taehyung learned in class. 

(What is he doing?)

But then any coherent thought in your brain slips when his hands settle on you again.

They so, so lightly brush the hem of the towel that preserves your modesty, and you can’t help the full-body shiver that wracks through you. You suck your lips into your mouth, swallowing down the noise that threatens to bubble up in your throat. There’s the sensation of fingers trailing up the line of your spine, feather light, smoothed by the slide of oil, and you feel like molten lava, burning hot and bright.

“Taehyung.” Your voice is high and faint.

His fingers splay down your ribcage and run down your sides, confident and smooth, warm with that coconut-scented oil, and you’re dying, you’re living; you want to disappear, you never want this to end. 

“Taehyung,” you repeat. Your voice shakes.

He hums, low and indulgent. “Yes?”

“M-my thighs,” you stammer, unable to articulate yourself. Why are you on my thighs, oh God, you’re so warm and heavy on top of me, oh God oh God oh God.

Taehyung completely misunderstands you. “Oh? Of course.” He sounds nonchalant. “I’ll massage those next.”

You can feel the drag of his linen trousers against your skin as he moves down to rest on your calves, and hear the bottle open as Taehyung drizzles more oil over his hands, far more than he could possibly need. His palms feel so broad and warm against the smoothness of your thighs, touches firm and confident as he digs his fingers into the muscle, and, oh, fuck, this is, this is too much—

Your legs jump when Taehyung hitches the towel up, just a little, baring more of your body.

“Fuck.” You can't keep quiet any longer. “Tae, I’m fine, I’m feeling way less tense now.”

He’s still, for a moment, before his hands slide up the back of your thighs. “Are you sure? You want me to stop?”

It’s only then that you realise how deeply Taehyung is breathing, fast and low, voice rough and gravelled. His fingers rest in wait, warm and slick with oil; you’re so close to losing any modicum of modesty, only one motion away from that towel being rucked high enough that there’s nothing protecting you from Taehyung’s touch and eyes.

“I haven’t finished yet, though,” he continues, digging his thumbs into your skin as he pulls his hands down your thighs, mindlessly following the motions he’s been taught. “There’s still more to go.”

You could twist around to look at him but you’re almost afraid to look at his face, afraid of what you’d find there. He sounds as affected as you are, but there’s absolutely no way. There’s no way.

“You don’t need to do the whole massage if I’m feeling relaxed, right?” 

(Because you’re feeling so relaxed right now, of course, and not like you’re about to go supernova and burst into heat and light. Absolutely.)

(But.)

(But. Taehyung’s hands settle at the back of your knees, swiping the sensitive skin with his thumbs. You can’t see his face, but you can feel something in that touch, something more than skin deep, like it’s sinking into you, through skin and muscle and bone, in in in, settling inside you, a flicker of—of—)

“Want to do this perfectly for you,” he murmurs. You clench your hands at the husky note in his voice, nails digging so hard into your palms it hurts. “You deserve the best. I want you to feel good.”

He must be able to see your back rise and fall as you breathe in sharply.

“Taehyung.” Almost pleading. 

“Yes, love?”

You suck in another sharp breath. The pet name sounds so soft and sweet in his mouth, somehow, even with the heated edge to his voice. One that’s definitely there. You’re not imagining it. 

(You’re not.)

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” he continues.

Before you can think, you nod.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please.”

You’re trembling. Taehyung’s still heavy and warm across the back of your calves, sliding one hand to the inside of a knee and up the soft skin of your inner thighs. You instinctively shift them apart, as far as you can with Taehyung trapping your legs, and, oh, his hand is going higher, oh—

His hand is so big, cupping your overheated sex. It’s hard to tell where the oil ends and your own arousal begins, flushed wet and hot; when he dips his middle finger between your lower lips, long and gentle and firm, you let out a noise you didn’t realise you were capable of. The angle is off, a little awkward, the motions of Taehyung’s fingers stifled by how you’re lying flush to the ground, but God, you’re so turned on it barely matters.

You’re hyperaware of everything. The soft touch of air on the cooling oil across your skin. The fall of the towel, bunched around your waist, slowly slipping to one side. Taehyung’s hand, his fingertips easing through the heat of you, sliding over your clit, over your entrance, slow and soft and amazing. 

“Again,” you plead. “Again, Tae, please.”

“Feels good?” He asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you nod, cheek still pillowed against your arm.

“So good,” you say. “But I want more, please, Tae.”

“Anything you want,” he murmurs.

Taehyung’s hand shifts between your legs again, so hot, so big, so reverent. The slide is smooth as his fingers press into your folds, practically gliding. You twist beneath him, letting out a noise of displeasure when he draws his hand away, but then he lifts off your calves. You let him thrust your legs apart before he resettles between them.

Just as you’re distracted with the towel being tugged away from your hips, baring you entirely, Taehyung slides a finger into your weeping cunt.

You whine. It's so long. Now that your calves aren’t trapped, there’s nothing to stop you from rutting back against his fingers. He splays his other hand over the soft flesh of your ass, encouraging the rolling motion of your hips, and you’re gasping, wanton in your noises of desire and pleasure. One finger becomes two, and then three, Taehyung’s voice a low undercurrent to your stuttered moans as he presses them as deep as he can.

“Just like that, angel,” he breathes. “Want you to feel good, keep making those pretty noises, let me know how good it is—”

“Taehyung,” you whine, dragging the syllables of his name out when he curls his fingers inside you, so amazing, hitting you in all the right places.

“Baby.” He sounds wrecked, words sliding together, and you haven’t even touched him yet. “You’re so hot n’ wet, fuck. So perfect. Just like that, keep moving like that.”

You can hear the slick sounds of his thrusts into you. He’s already learned what you like, twisting his fingers in a way that leaves you breathless; they’re so fucking long, sliding into your greedy cunt with ease, reaching so much deeper than your own can. His pretty lovely hands are on you, inside you, and you’re heady at the thought.

“There, Tae, don’t stop, please, p-please.” The coil twists tighter in between your legs, a taut thread that’s ready to snap. He listens, repeating the motion that’s pulling you closer to the edge, eyes wide, staring at the way you’re writhing underneath him; the way the oil on your back and legs shimmers in the light, the evidence of his touch all over you, shining. “Tae, oh, God, right there, yes, yes, yes—”

Your entire body goes tense and then you’re cumming around Taehyung’s fingers, clenching your thighs together, trapping him inside as you buck your hips. You grind back against his hand, a loud moan falling from your lips, drowning out the noise of awe that Taehyung makes when he feels your walls pulsate around him. You're warm and tight and wet, arousal flooding thick against his skin, and he lets out a stuttered groan, fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, feeling every wave of pleasure that rocks through your core.

You’re panting by the time you settle back down and barely make a sound when Taehyung drags his fingers out of you. When he leans down the oil on your skin feels tacky against his clothes, material sticking to you, chest to back, hips to ass. You can feel the hot curve of him through his trousers, his cock heavy, getting harder—and it feels sososo good.

Taehyung’s face is so close, now, chin hooked over your shoulder. Even though you can feel the hardness of his cock pressed against you, the smile on his face is so gentle. Your heart thrums in your chest.

“So cute n' pretty,” he says, and presses his nose to the soft curve of your cheek. Rather than coconut, all you can smell is his shampoo, familiar and homely and heady. “All over. God, I can’t believe you’d let me touch you like this. I’m so lucky. Was that good, baby?”

“Yes,” you say, and then, because you’re still floating in a light haze of disbelief: “I’m the lucky one.” 

Taehyung laughs, low and quiet. It’s a honeyed moment, dripping slow and sweet, even sweeter when he tilts his head forward. His lips are soft against your cheekbone, your jaw, and when you turn towards him, they’re even softer against your mouth. You can feel the shape of his smile, and it tastes so bright, small kisses that turn open mouthed, so perfect. Because you’re kissing Kim Taehyung, your Taehyung, something you’ve been dreaming about for so long, now—even if this entire situation is pretty unbelievable, honestly.

When you pull back, his eyes spark with unadulterated joy. He’s warm and heavy, pinning you down against the towels that are soft against your front; arching your spine, you lean back against the weight of Taehyung’s body, his cock fattening up through the layers of clothes that separate you. He lets out a breath of surprise before he grinds down, pressing that hard heat against you, and your cunt clenches.

“Can I finish the massage?” He asks, sounding almost eager, even with the rasp of lust in his voice. You can’t help but laugh, an affectionate giggle that has you knocking your foreheads together.

“Of course,” you say, and he catches your lips again, swallowing the last of your laughter, sweeping his tongue over your lips, inside your mouth, wet and hot and a little messy, but good. 

“You need to be on your back,” Taehyung continues, slow after the kiss is broken, and, oh, okay, that has you shivering. “If you want to?”

Of course you want to.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Let me move.”

He shifts to give you room, but not before pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, the bump of the top of your spine, lips sliding against the oil that he’d rubbed there earlier, goosebumps erupting over your skin.

“So good to me,” he whispers. You don’t think he even means for you to hear it. 

(It’s said without thought; not thoughtless, no, but a soft little thing that says so much. A thought that’s slipped across his mind and fallen from his lips, warm and tender. Like you’re always good to him, and he sees it, he knows it, he feels it, he thinks it, and he’s almost in disbelief about it, because you’re so good to him.)

You feel warm and languid after cumming, loose-limbed as you flop onto your back. There’s no going back now. There’s no going back from this moment, naked and vulnerable under Taehyung, nothing hidden away any more—the soft fall of your breasts, your stomach, the lines of your hips, your fingers tightening in the towels spread beneath you as Taehyung’s eyes drink you in, wide and overawed at the sight of your flushed cunt, ripe and slick and ready for him.

(There's no more hiding how much you want Taehyung to have you, body and heart alike.)

You can see the shape of your body silhouetted on his clothes, where the oil has seeped into the material from how close he’d been pressed against you. You can see just how affected he is, cock straining against the loose linen of his white trousers, and you bite your lip to try and stifle the sound you make.

“Look at you,” Taehyung breathes, kneeling between your legs. “You’re so perfect.”

Your cheeks burn. “Taehyung, please,” you say, embarrassed. You really aren’t, especially in comparison to model-gorgeous Kim Taehyung, eyes dark and full of heated lust, hair falling in his eyes, effortlessly beautiful, always.

“You are,” he insists. “You have no idea how perfect you are.”

Before he reaches for the massage oil, he sucks the taste of you off his fingers, sloppy and messy. Your pussy throbs at the sight. And—you were also right about the visual being too much to handle, breath catching in your throat as you watch it drip into his broad hands. His palms shine as he rubs them together, interlacing his fingers, so graceful in their motions. You’re so wet from your orgasm, only getting wetter as you stare back at Taehyung, whose gaze has been heavy on you the whole time.

He starts at your collarbones. It’s even slower than before, and you ease underneath him, revelling in the softness of his touch. He sweeps his hands over your shoulders, down your arms, circling his long fingers around your wrists before lifting one of your hands. Your eyelashes flutter as he presses a kiss to your palm, a motion so full of adoration and tenderness it steals your breath away, and you squirm, shy.

“Tae,” you whine. “You can’t just do that.”

Of course he doubles down, lifting your other hand and repeating the motion, letting his lips linger between your head line and your heart line. “I can,” he says, words warm in your cupped palm. 

“I hope you didn’t do this in class.” Your voice is too weak for it to come out as the joke you mean it to be. 

Taehyung just shakes his head, mouth brushing over the tips of your fingers. “Only for you,” he says. “Did the whole class for you. I wanted—wanted an excuse to touch you more,” he admits, and your heart feels like it’s going to launch itself out of your throat.

“Then touch me,” you say, trying to sound confident even if your cheeks burn.

And he does. He lets your hands drop, gliding his touch back up your arms, down your body, over your legs; he massages your thighs and calves, digs his thumbs into the arches of your feet, circling his fingers around your ankles, shackles you don’t want to escape from. You feel so relaxed and lax, somehow, even if every touch has you biting your lip, anticipation roiling  in your stomach for what’s to come, Taehyung laying your legs down softly before he shifts back up, hands held out towards you—

—then he cups your breasts in his big, big hands and your back arches, fingers sliding over your nipples, glistening with coconut oil, circling them with the pads of his thumbs. You let out an embarrassing whine.

“Oh, Tae,” you beg. “More, please.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You smile at another soft, unexpected pet name, flustered, but then your eyes slide shut when Taehyung bends down to kiss your neck as he continues to run his hands over the swell of your breasts. He trails his lips over your oiled skin, shifts down, drawing a line from your neck to the valley of your chest, the hard line at the center of your ribcage.

“Tae,” you murmur, and then, feeling bold under the heat of Taehyung’s dark eyes— “Baby.”

He hums before laying another sloppy kiss against your sensitive skin. You can feel the curve of his smile in the kiss. “Yes, love?”

“Is it really okay for you to… you know… get that oil in your mouth? I don’t want you to get sick,” you say, concerned, even through the haze of your arousal. His lips shine with it, at how he’s been trailing his mouth over all the parts of your body that he’s touched.

There’s a short beat, and then Taehyung buries his head against your neck—in that little hollow that’s his, in a motion he’s done dozens of times. Except this time you’re naked and he still has fingers splayed across the soft skin of your chest, nipples dragging underneath his palms.

“You’re always so considerate.” His words are muffled against your skin. “It’s fine. It’s edible.”

“You got edible massage oil from your course?”

Taehyung hesitates. “No,” he admits. “I bought it. It’s edible and, uh. Safe for intimate use.”

You’re silent, just for a moment, and then you can’t help it. You start to laugh. 

“Kim Taehyung,” you say, body shaking with amusement. “Did you buy edible massage oil that you can also use as lube?”

Taehyung pulls his face away from your neck and glances up. You’re giggling at him, and he feels so full of love and affection; he can’t help but join in, both laughing at him, loud and carefree.

“It’s why I asked which one you liked,” he confesses, once he can catch his breath.

“I can’t believe you lied to me,” you say, but you don’t mind, really, and he knows it. You lift a hand to push hair out of his face, running your fingers down his scalp. He leans into your touch with a smile, bright and lovely, before he abruptly shifts one of his hands down so he can lick a hot, wet stripe across the skin of your breast.

That stops your laughter pretty fast, surprised hiccup shifting into a broken moan when he engulfs your nipple in the heat of his mouth. “O-oh,” you gasp. “Oh, Taehyung—”

“Been thinking about this for so long.” Taehyung’s eyes are lidded and dark as he leans back, watching the way you react to his touch, arching up towards him. “Wanted to touch you like this so much.”

“Wanted it too,” you breathe. “Wanted—oh, God, Tae, fuck—”

It’s overwhelming. Not just the way Taehyung is flicking his tongue over each of your nipples, pressing his lips against your skin, no—but the idea that he’s been hoping for this, too. Each wet motion of his tongue over your pebbled skin drags pulls out of you; Taehyung’s cock twitches at a loud keen that’s drawn from your lips, a wet patch of precum seeping through his boxers and trousers, darkening the fabric, even though you haven’t touched him yet.

When you reach out to grasp him through his clothes, his hips jolt forward and he bites off a surprised gasp, cutting through the sound with his teeth. He feels long and heavy as you stroke him, thumbing over the wet patch at his tip, hot, even through all those layers between your skin and his.

“I want to feel you, Tae,” you say, staring at him. “Inside me. Please.”

His breath hitches when you tighten your fingers around his shaft and drag your hand upwards, slow and intent. 

“The oil isn’t condom friendly,” he admits, abashed. 

“Then you can cum in my mouth,” you reply. No hesitation.

Taehyung’s eyes are so wide, but then he smiles, eyes squeezing into crescents, mouth turning up into that lovely, broad grin of his. He looks so sweet and sincere, and you feel like you could explode, stuffed overfull with love for him.

“You really are perfect,” he says.

“Only for you,” you reply, your smile just as bright.

He lays one final kiss to your chest, above your beating heart, before he starts to strip. The oil has obviously soaked through his shirt and onto his skin because it sticks when he peels it off and carelessly throws it aside. 

Just like his heart, Taehyung’s body is soft and lovely. You sit up so you can touch him properly, catching him off guard when you pull him in for a kiss—one he eagerly leans into, and without the shirt in the way you can feel the way your skin slides against his, softened with oil. 

There really is no one as beautiful as Kim Taehyung. You drag your hands over him, so warm and wonderful under your palms; his chest, his cute tummy, his waist, his hips, the soft skin above his red, neglected cock. He’s radiant in his nakedness, every easing line of his body so perfect as he kneels in front of you, the flush of his skin, the heavy weight of his arousal, head shining with precum, so wet it’s practically dripping.

You lean in to kiss his neck and nip at his Adam's apple as his hands slide over your shoulder blades and down your back, the parts that make you shudder.

“Want you, Tae.” You whisper into his mouth, a soft secret that isn’t really a secret at all, not any more. “All of you.”

“Going to give you everything you want.” The words flow out of him with ease. “Everything you want.”

His chest and stomach shine with the massage oil that’s rubbed off from your own skin. You run your hands across him, and when you finally grasp his cock without the barrier of cloth in the way, he’s almost burning under your grasp, thick, his entire body shuddering when you pump his length. So sensitive to your touch.

“I’m goin’ to make you cum again,” he promises, and you love it, the way he talks when he’s losing himself. “Bet you’ll feel so good around my cock, so perfect.”

A shiver skates through your body. Taehyung’s fingers dig into your skin when he feels you trembling under his hands, and all you can think about is how you want him in you.

“Please,” you say. “Please, wanna make you feel good too—”

“Hands and knees, angel,” he rasps, and, God, yes, those words cut straight through you, sharp and electric.

Maybe you should feel embarrassed at how quickly you obey. The towels underneath you, so carefully placed at the start, perfectly flat, become rumpled as you shift into position; you arch your back, wanting to look as good as possible, and glance over your shoulder to see if it works.

Judging from the look on Taehyung’s face, it does. He looks like he’s never seen anything more awe-inspiring, eyes wide and mouth a little slack, dumbstruck. But then his jaw snaps shut and he splays his hands over the soft skin of your hips, your waist, your ass, shuffling closer to you; you feel the curve of his cock slide against your skin and you bite back a noise of need.

“Fuck, so beautiful.” He ruts forward, and you can feel the wetness of his precum slicking against you, a beaded line drawn across the sheen of massage oil. “My beautiful, perfect girl.”

“Tae,” you plead, already overwhelmed with need, heart squeezing at his words.

“Just one more thing, angel, I promise.”

It’s a good thing that the bottle of massage oil is so big, considering how liberal Taehyung is with it. You gasp when he uses one hand to spread your ass and before you can react there’s a drizzle of oil falling onto your skin, down-down-down, over your cunt, dripping over your inner thighs; Taehyung catches the excess with his palms before he slicks himself up, spreading that sweet coconut over his throbbing cock.

(You wonder what it’ll taste like when you lick it off him.)

When you feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at your pussy, your entire body lights up in anticipation, nerve endings on fire, every inch of your body singing under Taehyung’s touch—and when he finally sinks in, it’s almost effortless. He’s thick and long but everything slides so easy; you gasp and he moans, both lost in how your body opens up for him, hot and wet. By the time he’s bottomed out you're a quivering mess, collapsed onto your elbows. You’re so full. You feel split open in all the best ways, wanting to draw him in impossibly deeper even so.

Taehyung is gripping your sides, hands unmoving even with the slick oil underneath them, fingers digging into your skin. He’s breathing so loud, and when you experimentally shift your hips, he bites back a noise that cuts through that breath.

“How’s it feel, love?” His words slur together in arousal, but the hand that strokes your back is slow, thoughtful. “Feel good?”

“Fuck me, Tae, baby, please,” you beg. It’s so, so so much, so good, amazing, hotter and bigger and harder than anything you’d let yourself imagine, your entire body taking Taehyung and holding him in, in, in. “Please, I need it, it feels good but I want more, please.”

When he pulls away it’s slow and torturous and he goes so far he almost slips out, cock nearly sliding out of your folds. You whine, a little shameless, mostly needy, but then—

The snap of his hips drives you forwards, towels shifting underneath as you scrabble for a hold on something. Each sharp motion of Taehyung’s body has you choking for air and letting out whimpers and gasps, drowned out by the slap of skin on skin; his hipbones meet the soft flesh of your ass, again and again, but all you can focus on is the thick heat of his cock inside you, in-out-in-out, the press of his balls against your clit, everything so wet and smooth and slick.

You can feel how you’re losing yourself to that heady place that’s golden bright with feeling, lust and sex, the rest of the world gone, unimportant. There’s nothing but this—Taehyung touching you, filling your body so well, so perfect, helping you chase that high that’s growing faster and faster, that precipice of pleasure that he’s going to throw you over again, intent on it.

One of his hands trails up your back, between that sensitive dip of your shoulder blades and into your hair, locks tangling with coconut oil before he urges you up. He doesn’t yank or pull but his hold is firm and you end up back on your hands, arms trembling as you try to keep your balance, back bowed, overwhelmed. 

“Baby,” he rasps. “Oh, you’re so tight n’ hot, so pretty, fuck. You feel so good, do you feel good?”

Your answer is almost a wail, so overcome with pleasure, sensation, the glide of his hands over your shining skin, the mix of oil and arousal that drips out of you, only getting wetter with each thrust of his hips into you. “So good, o-oh God, Tae, baby, fuck, oh, theretherethere—”

“Here?”

He punctuates this with a roll of his hips, using the hand still on your hip to pull you back onto his cock as he fills you up once more, throbbing heat. He bends over you, and this time, there’s nothing stopping the skin on skin contact, the slide of his chest against your back as he kisses the soft skin behind your ear, nipping at your lobe, and that’s it, you’re gone. Your eyes slide shut and your mouth falls open as another orgasm crashes through you, legs shaking as you cum around Taehyung’s cock, grinding back against him to drag out that pleasure; the only thing holding you up is the hand still in your hair, the lips trailing up the side of your bared neck, the hard cock inside you, keeping you against him, so many points of connection with Taehyung.

(His chest pressed against your back, heart beating so hard you can feel it, your own heart moving in tandem, matching him.)

He’s been whispering filth to you, heated praise and love, how good you feel, how beautiful you are, what it’s like to see you like this, touch you like this, have you like this. Lovely, pretty, perfect, gorgeous, hot n’ wet n’ tight, fuck, love, oh.

You’re still shivering, the final pulses of your orgasm curling through you with each unintentional shift of Taehyung’s hips, the drag of his length inside your inner walls. You can feel something dripping out of you; oil, cum, you don't know, but fuck, it feels so so good.

“Oh, God,” you say. Breathless. “Oh, Taehyung, oh.”

“Pretty darling,” he murmurs. He swivels his hips, grinding against you, and your entire body jolts with oversensitivity, clit swollen where his balls press against it. You tighten around him and groan at how hot and big he still feels inside, even as you still shiver from the come down of your second orgasm. “Gonna roll you over so I can see that perfect face.”

And when you’re on your back again, fucked out and mussed and wrecked, he just stares at you. You’ve watched his face for so long, seen so many expressions flit across his features, but never something like this—it’s a mix of amazement and awe and tenderness and lust and love, a lift to his brows and a spark in his eyes and a set to his lips.

And when he leans down to kiss you, that look doesn’t leave. It melts and softens around the edges as you catch each other's mouths, as you kiss and kiss, small tender things interspersed with longer, deeper touches, lips and teeth and tongue—his eyes darken and his mouth flushes darker pink, kiss swollen and so beautiful, but that expression stays. It stays for you. 

Kim Taehyung is beautiful and lovely and unique. Kim Taehyung is so far out of your reach it’s kind of stunning, actually. And yet, here you are, existence of his touch over every part of you, in every part of you, lust driven, love full; the carefully balanced weight of his body splayed over you, pinning you down, keeping you close.

“I wanna see you cum, Tae,” you say. “Please?”

And just like he always does, Taehyung indulges you, just like you indulge him. He presses back inside you, cunt opening up for him so easy, so smooth, like his touch has already been etched into the memory of your body, perfect for him. He stays pressed close, face so near as he rolls into each thrust, sweat and coconut oil painted across your skin as your bodies shift together.

He’s been covering you in his words, both heated and sweet, and now you return the favour. You tell him how good he feels, how beautiful he is, so good, so perfect, so considerate, how much you’ve wanted this. So good, so long and thick, oh, Tae, feels so good, ah-ah-ah, baby, you’re unreal, fuck.

You can see the exact moment he starts to reach his high, the way he sucks in air, the way he lifts his chin, starts to thrust a little harder, a little faster, chasing that thread of pleasure that’s spiralling through him, and you urge him on. You lift your hips and clench so tight it has him gasping, hips stuttering, and you press your nose against his jaw, saying give it to me give it to me give it to me, wanting him to feel the same pleasure he’s given you. 

When he pulls out, you’re too busy moving to pay attention to how empty you feel, settling between his legs and swallowing down his shining cock almost desperately. There’s no coconut. You can only taste yourself and when you lave your tongue across his slit it’s all Taehyung-Taehyung-Taehyung, hot and salt and bitter; he gasps and his hips jump and you take it all, lowering your head as far as you can, the head of his cock at the back of your throat before you pull up, dragging your tongue over the pulsing vein at the underside, messy and wet. You drink down the wetness of his cock, your own arousal, mixed with his, the precum that beads at his head, staring up at him, your hands sliding over the sheen of his stomach, his thighs, cupping his balls, everything slick with oil and sweat.

“Oh, God.” Taehyung’s eyes are blown and his hair is a mess and his mouth is wide open as he pants for air, watching. “Baby, baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”

You suck hard, dragging your lips up from the base of the cock to the rounded tip, swirling your tongue, bobbing your head faster—

“Oh, fuck—”

—and you swallow down each wave of cum, swallow down the way his cock twitches as he spills the evidence of pleasure into your mouth, swallow down the lovely noises that shudder out of him, watching him the whole time, never wanting to look away.

When you take your mouth off his softening cock, you draw a line of kisses with your mouth, up the soft skin of his body, stomach to chest to neck to mouth. He licks the taste of coconut oil off your lips, the taste of himself off your tongue; you curl up in his lap, settled against him, the apartment’s cool air even sharper against your skin, magnified by the oil that still lingers.

(Even without the oil painted across him, Taehyung would still shine, even under the weak light from the cheap lightbulb that hangs above you.)

You feel soft and warm and small in the circle of Taehyung’s arms, pulled close, and you can hear the words in his chest as he speaks, a resonance that touches against your skin.

“‘M sorry,” he murmurs. 

You pause.

“Baby, love, darling.” The endearments are sugar sweet in your mouth, soft against his skin before you pull back to look at him, confused, concerned. “Sorry for what?”

“I really—I really was just planning to do a massage, but you’re so…” 

You let out a slip of laughter. The room smells of coconut and sex, but when you lay your head against Taehyung’s collarbone all you can smell is the light tinge of his sweat. You breathe in, deep, like you can hold onto that ephemeral part of him. “Oh, Tae. I’m so what?”

“You’re so good,” he says. “So good and kind and lovely and—and so beautiful. I was going to do the massage to make you happy and then… tell you. About how happy you make me.”

You burrow your head into the hollow of his neck, the way he does to you, shy. “I’m not as beautiful as you,” you reply. “Tae, you are literally the most beautiful person alive, and—God, I’ve. I’ve been. So head over heels for you.”

There’s a pause. “Really?”

When you pull back to fix Taehyung with all the surprise in your gaze, you can see that he’s surprised, too. His hair hangs into his eyes, and he looks a little unsure, like he believes you, but finds it impossible to fathom.

You leave massage oil on his cheeks when you cup his face in your hands, staring at him with wide eyes. “Kim Taehyung, I have had daily breakdowns about the intensity of my love for you to Pickles ever since we got him. You’re the first person I think about each morning—usually because we wake each other up—and the last thing I think about at night—well, usually because you end up climbing into my bed more often than not, but, it still counts,” you say. You’re both tangled together in so many ways already. “You’ve had my heart for a long time, you know. I just never thought I had a chance?”

When Taehyung kisses you, it’s brief, a hard press of his lips before he rests his forehead against yours. “You really, really have no idea how perfect you are,” he murmurs. “I’ve wanted—I want to do everything for you to show you how grateful I am for everything you do for me.”

“You don’t have to,” you protest, but he just smiles.

“I don’t have to, but I want to,” he says. “Like you don’t have to look after me, but you do.”

“That’s because I love you,” you say. “Like, capital L love you.”

You’ve been so afraid of confessing, so convinced that it was an unattainable dream; that Kim Taehyung would never, could never, has never seen you as more than a friend. But the way he’s looking at you now, the way he’s touched you, the way your body still echoes with the feeling of him inside you: you’re not scared, any more. You don’t need to be.

Taehyung’s eyes are so dark and warm when he replies, easy and effortless. “I love you, too.”

Your relationship has always been a give and take, is the thing. When you climb in the shower together, he washes the oil from your back while you massage shampoo into his scalp, laughing when he makes devil horns in his hair. He catches you by surprise when he presses you against the tiles, swallowing your moans when he coaxes one final orgasm from your tired body, rubbing tight circles over your clit as you buck against his hand and water cascades over you both. His cock hardens in your hands, sliding between your legs when you press them together, tight-tight-tight, his length rubbing against your cunt as he fucks your thighs until he’s moaning and shaking and cumming again.

(The water’s cold by the time you finally climb out, but that’s okay. You giggle and kiss as you dry yourselves, each other, excuses to keep touching and feeling, driven by affection, not lust.)

When you’re both clean, and dry, Taehyung’s leg thrown over your hip as he tugs you in, flush with his body under the covers, you press your lips against the line of his jaw.

“Taehyung?”

“Yes, angel?”

You smile and hunch up even closer to him, scrunching yourself up as small as you can to plaster yourself against his side. “Thank you for the wonderful massage. Definitely the best massage I’ve ever been given, ten out of ten, would do again.”

Taehyung laughs, pressing his rectangular smile into the kiss he lays against your lips, and you think that nothing tastes better than the happiness curling his mouth.

“Love you,” he murmurs. Always romantic. “I love you love you love you.”

“Tae-honey-hyung.” And it feels so nice to not have to filter your words, to bite back that second layer of meaning, to try and keep things platonic and chaste when you speak. “I love you.”

And it feels so nice to have your Taehyung beside you, your body still aching with the press of him inside you, a good ache, a nice ache. A physical ache from good love, rather than a heartache from a love you didn’t think was reciprocated. But it is, somehow, each of you so bowled over by each other.

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(“Hey, Pickles.”

The bearded dragon looks up at you, placid as he lounges in his tank.

“Well, you’ll be happy to hear that you won’t have to put up with me ranting at you any more,” you say. “Taehyung did break out the massage oil but it’s all good. I didn’t spontaneously combust or anything, like I thought I would.”

Pickles’ tongue flicks out as he shifts, and you smile.

“Okay, that’s it, I’m done,” you finish. “Thanks, Pickles. You’re a real pal.”

Taehyung nuzzles into your neck. His arms are a tight circle around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he looks down at the reptile, too. He’s warm and solid against your back, and you lean into him, happiness tingling through you.

“I wonder how much longer we would have taken if you didn’t get that coupon for a massage therapy course,” you muse, and Taehyung chuckles, warm and lovely.

“We would have gotten there eventually. And we would have had each other until we did, anyway. Right, angel?”

Pickles stays quiet as you both kiss, but you can tell he approves.)

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More?

Sope x Reader

I have had this in my drafts for a long time and honestly i have no idea whether or not to continue this.

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You were getting ready to close up for the night when you heard the bell ring from the door.

You groaned, cursing to yourself. It had been a long day, you wanted to leave.

“We close in like 5 minutes,” you began, not looking up. “But what can I get you?”

Finally looking up you see Hobi.

“Hobi?” you raise a brow. “I’m almost off, what's up?”

“Just thought I’d pick you up since you decide to walk and it's currently raining.” he pointed behind him.

“Aww you do care.” you joked.

He put a hand to his chest.

“I will let your ass walk,” he turned around, going to walk out.

“NO!” you yell.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked.

You roll your eyes.

“Where’s everyone else?” you question.

“Busy,” he responded.

You nod.

“Just hangout here, I'll be back in ten.” you said heading to the back.

You had owned your own bookstore/cafe and surprisingly it’s where you met.

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You had moved to Seoul 8 months prior from the states, within those months you had been doing everything you could to open your own shop. A week after opening, you were cleaning up a few tables and singing as it was just you and your cat. When he had walked in. You were too in your own world to notice you had a crowd. Finally turning around you saw him and jumped.

“I am so sorry you had to witness that.” you let out a nervous laugh.

He laughed.

“Coffee and a show?” he smiled. “I think i’ll come here more often.”

You giggled while walking around the counter.

“What can I get you?” you beamed at him.

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He had been coming for weeks after your first interaction. Every wednesday he was there. You had grown fond of the man yet you never exchanged names, well he knew yours but it really didn’t matter you would talk like you knew each other for years. It wasn’t until one day he came in, he didn’t say much that day, he ordered and then that was it. Handing him his usual, he thanked you before turning to leave. Although confused and slightly sad about not getting to talk to him, you smiled after him before going to clean up when he came back to the counter.

“Hey! Anything else you need?” you smiled at him.

“This may be too forward but can I get your number?” He looked nervous.

You were hesitant at first.

“What's in it for me?” you quirk a brow.

“That all depends on what you are up for.” he smirked.

“We shall see.” you winked.

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Your relationship with the boys was honestly the best. Although a few drunken nights caused you to make out with the 95 line they were to remain just friends besides, you had your eyes set on a different duo. You were open to the idea of being with both of them but never pursued it. You had started messing around with Hobi before the dreams of Yoongi set in. You didn’t know why or how but the dreams started out small only for them to get longer. They would happen at least three times out of the week.

You never brought them up to Hobi as you weren’t together but you felt you needed to tell him soon.

You brushed it all aside before walking back upfront to Hobi.

“Ready?” he asked.

You smiled nodding.

Getting in his car you both were off.

“Where are we going?” you asked, noticing he turned away from your street.

“Back to mine,” he smiled, “it’s movie night.”

“Guk better not eat all the snacks again.” you crossed your arms.

He just laughed.

Entering the boys place, you noticed them all spread out in the living room, blankets and pillows everywhere.

Coming into view, you made eye contact with Yoongi.

“Y/NIE!!” Jimin yelled.

“Hi baby!!” you hugged him tight.

“I missed you.” he pouted.

“You both are weird.” Jin said coming out of the kitchen.

“You’re just jealous.” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Ya stop hogging Y/n” Tae said from the floor pouting.

“I’m coming Tae!” you said running to him. “Move over!”

Everyone laughed as Jimin jumped in between you both.

Movie night was going smoothly. Everyone was drinking more than watching the movie. You couldn’t help but glance over at Yoongi and Hobi all night, your mind was swimming with images of both of them being all over you. You knew it wasn’t the right time for these thoughts but the alcohol in your system said otherwise. You were so in thought you hadn’t realized Jimin was handing you another shot.

“Y/n!” he yelled.

It wasn’t until Tae pushed you had you snapped out of it.

“You’re drooling.” he smirked.

You hit him with a pillow.

“You know you could just ask them,” Jimin said.

“Funny.” you said, downing the shot.

“If me and Jimin didn’t have so much respect for them we would have had you all to ourselves by now.” Tae said finishing his shot.

“Just because we made out doesn’t mean I won’t sleep with you both.” you smirked.

“As much as I would love that,” Jimin said. “We all know it’s them you really want.”

He wiggled his brows at you.

“Please shut up.” you said pushing him.

The movie had ended a while ago and you could tell everyone was getting tired. Cleaning up a bit you all went your separate ways. Hobi offered for you to stay in his room for the night but you declined wanting to sleep by yourself for the night, so you took the guest room. You said your goodnights before heading to bed.

You laid there for a while just staring at the ceiling before your eyes got heavy and sleep took over.

He really wished he hadn’t drank tonight. He was gonna regret it in the morning. He decided to get up and get some water. As he made his way back to his room he could hear faint whimpers coming from your room. He rolled his eyes thinking it was just you and Hobi nothing new. But as he was about to enter his room he heard it. He heard the faintest moan of what sounded like his name. He stopped to think, he was hearing things right? He shook it off as nothing but then he heard it again. He was shocked. That wasn’t something he was expecting to hear from you. As much as he knew he shouldn’t, he decided to go check on you. He slowly opened the door and peeked through. There you were laying on the bed, body moving, as he looked closer, it was obvious as to what you were doing. But what really threw him off was that you were dead asleep. He stood there shocked but quickly rushed out as soon as you had stopped and were turning over. He closed his door and leaned against it not knowing what to do or think about what he had just witnessed.

You woke up to someone jumping into bed with you. Looking to your left, you could see Hobi. He took notice of you being awake and joined you under the covers.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Good morning to you too.” He fake pouted.

You hid under the covers. Only for him to pull you closer and join you.

“I wanted cuddles.” He said kissing on your neck.

You hummed.

“This seems like more than cuddles.” You whispered out.

“Do you want me to stop? Because I can.” He moved from your neck to look at you.

You looked him in the eyes, before kissing him.

Morning sex wasn’t anything new between you both. Especially while the others were within ear shot.

“We gotta be quiet.” He said, “well you gotta be quiet.”

You hit his arm.

He rolled a condom on, immediately pushed himself into you without warning. You moaned out only for him to cover your mouth giving you a look.

You threw your head back biting your lip to keep your moans in. His thrusts started to get sloppy and you knew he was close.

You pulled him in for a kiss to muffle the moans as you both came. He stayed in you for a bit before pulling out and discarding the condom in the trash. You quickly cleaned up, throwing on his t-shirt you both walked out. Only a few of the boys were up.

You sat next to Jimin on the couch while Hobi was in the kitchen. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Could you be more freshly fucked.” He said laughing.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “He’s a good fuck.”

“I’m sure Yoongi is too.” He smirked.

You groaned.

“Speaking of…” you whispered. “I had another dream again.”

He looked at you wide eyed.

“I thought those were done with!” He whispered back.

“Clearly not.” You said.

“And you just fucked Hobi?” He put a hand to his face.

You hide your face in a pillow.

“It’s bad I know.” You looked up at him.

“You hoe.” He joked.

You gasped.

“How dare you!” You pushed him.

“What are you doing to her?” Jin said, walking over half asleep.

“Everything is fine Jinnie.” You smiled at him.

You both got up so you could go see what there was to eat not before pushing Jimin back down on the couch.

You giggled while running to the kitchen. Immediately hiding behind the first person you saw which happened to be Yoongi. He just stood there.

“Keep me safe from Jimin.” You whispered from behind him.

He chuckled trying to hide his nerves. His mind was racing right now. Your hands on his body were driving him crazy. It was hard to focus on anything else.

“Y/n come eat!” Hobi said.

“Coming!” You yelled, not before kissing Yoongi's cheek. “Thanks Yoongs, you are my knight in shining armor.”

He was frozen. Did that really just happen?

A few weeks have gone by since the incident and Yoongi still hasn’t brought it up. Although you definitely were making it obvious as of late that you are interested in him. He’d always thought you and Hobi were together but maybe he was wrong?

You were at your place when Hobi decided to come over. You were currently making out on your couch. You figured now would be a good time to bring up the Yoongi dreams.

You pulled away from Hobi causing him to whine.

“We gotta talk.” You said.

“About?” He questioned.

You groaned, hiding your face.

“This is so awkward.” You whined.

“Just tell me baby.” He said grabbing your chin so you were looking at him.

How do you tell your best friend who you are into but are also into his best friend. You thought to yourself.

“You what?” he said, shocked.

“Huh? you looked at him confused.

“You want me AND yoongi?” he looked at you.

You froze, eyes going wide. You did not say that out loud.

“That is not how i wanted to say this,” you covered your face. “But yes.”

Embarrassed didn’t even begin to cover it. Too caught up with what just happened you hadn’t realized a certain someone had stopped by.

“Maybe we should try it out.” a voice said behind you.

Turning around all you saw was Yoongi and your mind began to spin. What did you get yourself into?

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[thoughts-on-bangtan]

Memories of 2020 - A first look into all the content (OT7 as well as vmin and namjin)

As promised here’s my second post in which I just want us to have a look at some of the amazing content Memories of 2020 has in store for us. If you don’t want spoilers while you wait for your DVD (though I don’t know how anyone can hide from all the pictures and videos being posted everywhere) this post isn’t for you. If you want to have a look, than it’s very much for you. Truly there is so, so much here and everything I mention just scratches at the surface of it all. There’s more than eleven hours to go through after all!

From anon: Good luck for all the incoming questions regarding j*k*ok and their moment in memories - I think you know which one! I for one am enjoying all of the content and the love that each member has for the other, including vmin ofc. My favorite moment so far is definitely vmin kissing namjoon though - excited to hear about y'all's favorite moments :)

As I mentioned in my previous post, no worries anon, we barely got any and I already gave my opinion. As for our favorite moments, some of them are listed here along with other fun things, though I’ll admit, that forehead kiss was just so, so adorable. I mean, what other way is there to celebrate Namjoon’s birthday if not by kissing his forehead and squishing his cheeks?

One of the first things for the year were their practices for ON and Black Swan with the LAB dancers. We got a wider shot of Jimin helping Tae stretch, which we also previously got in their IG story last year, as well as Tae cutely asking Jimin to teach him how to do the cartwheel.

Furthermore we also saw Jimin practice his Black Swan solo dance which, what a surprise (not really), Tae was present for and (by the look of it) was filming him to show him later how it looks. I wonder if this was around the time when Tae wrote on weverse that Black Swan=Jimin. 

Then when filming the ON MV we got to see vmin dancing, the full version of what we originally saw in the teaser and contrary to what anons tried to suggest, as in that Tae wanted to remove Jimin’s hand, it was actually him moving Jimin’s hand so he could twirl him around and continue the dance further. Afterward Tae also repeats the dance with the little girl that starred in the MV alongside him so I wonder if this is when Tae introduced Jimin to her.

A lot more below the cut:

Then we saw some more of vmin being adorable at that one MOTS7 interview in NYC whereafter Jimin led Tae down the stairs while JK was behind them asking Tae if he was crying. The context here being that Tae was “sulking” because he didn’t get a chance to say the answers he’d prepared in English so, once downstairs, Jimin along with JK and Hobi (who was filming him much the way he did at the Grammys when a similar situation happened) encouraged him to at least show them his answers while Tae pretend cried and sulked some more.

Speaking of MOTS7, we also got some more behind the scenes of the jacket photoshoots which included vmin as dark angels and Jimin charming Tae while he was speaking, namjin making jokes about darks/ducks, and Tae and Seokjin looking stunning but we have an entire Bangtan Episode for that so I’ll save including a visual for this so I can include more pictures of other things instead. I hope you don’t mind.

We also had Jimin visiting Hobi and Yoongi on the sets of Interlude: Shadow and Outro: Ego which, judging by Jimin’s outfit, might’ve been filmed at the same time? Which, to be honest, makes a lot of sense. But the reactions were so different, as in Hobi was so happy and bubbly when Jimin came while Jimin “complained” that Yoongi barely even paid attention to the fact that he came. Their different dynamics are just so cute and interesting.

We also got so, so much content from the Daechwita MV filming, including a video of JK petting a chicken to the point that the chicken fell asleep. JK and animals, a very precious concept. Honestly I love this MV (the visuals are unreal) and the song so I’m glad we got to see more of the behind the scenes.

We also got plenty of Dynamite dance practice shenanigans like this:

Since we’re on the topic of dance practice, one thing that truly impressed me was Jimin’s core strength which we got a presentation of via him doing a headstand, as well as some gymnastics type looking something with JKs help. The control and strength he needed in order to lift himself up like that? Insane. Especially since he also lowered himself back down again in a controlled manner as well which makes it even more impressive. These men are so athletic, wow.

One of the moments I loved the most because it’s so meaningful and genuine is this one where they were filming their AMA performance and it was also the day of Tae’s grandma’s 70th birthday so, like the good boy he is, he decided to call/FaceTime her and Jimin joined him. From what I’ve seen Jimin used language showing that he’s familiar with her and it’s cute how natural this moment looks, like of course Jimin is there with Tae wishing his grandma a happy birthday. To be fair Seokjin also comes by and calls out a happy birthday but walks away just as quickly leaving just the two of them behind. Adorable.

Some more fun, random and cute stuff includes, but very much isn’t limited to, all of this:

Side note - Hobi singing You are my soulmate while vmin were practicing their Chingu performance? It really is his favorite song.

Honestly all the Seokjin and JK, as well as Hobi and JK content is so adorable and fun and there is so, so, so much more of it to be found and enjoyed than what I managed to include here. I’m glad we got to see so much more of their interactions across Memories of 2020 especially since they are the kinds of bonds that don’t get nearly enough attention most of the time which is a shame.

There were quite a few things included from their Esquire photoshoots but this moment with Namjoon, Tae and Hobi is just...wow. Love it. It’s one of my favorite moments and now also one of my favorite pictures of those three together. The fact that Tae was wearing a crop top for his solo pictures yet we didn’t get to see it (properly)? Wow.

From anon: Why is there so little Namjin in the memories of 2020 😞 I’ve seen so much from all the other pairings. It’s made me sad.

I don’t know who lied to you, dear anon, or who hid all the good stuff from you but rest assured we got plenty of wonderful namjin content, and this likely isn’t even all of it. 

Does Seokjin’s sweater say RM in hangul? Yes, it very much does. And is that Namjoon trying to stop Seokjin from walking away? Yes indeed. Much to think about.

And that’s about all I’m able to include without tumblr telling me I’m just doing too much. Like I said this is just basically a glimpse at all the content so everyone who ordered the Memories of 2020 DVD, there is plenty more for you to look forward to. Once I’ll be able to watch the full thing, I’m sure I’ll make more posts and if there’s something you’d like me to talk about or a moment you particularly enjoyed, let me know.

#vmin #namjin #Namjoon #Seokjin #Hoseok #Yoongi #Jimin #Taehyung #Jungkook #BTS #bts memories of 2020 #memories of 2020

[bteezxyewriter12]

Seven

Pairing- BTS x Named Reader

Word count- 9k

Includes- Orgy, gangbang, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, blow job, throat fucking, sex from behind, table sex, double penetration(once with mouth and pussy, once with two dicks in pussy), cum everywhere, multiple orgasms, shower sex, making love, fluff

"Yes", I answer immediately

"Uh you sure Jo?", Jimin asks

"Yes", I repeat

I nod

"You know, it's all seven of us one right after the other? Kinda like a uh gangbang", Tae asks

That's why I said yes

"And you're going to give up control to us?", Hobi questions

I nod

"We can use you anyway we want?", Namjoon asks, "Except for what you said before?"

"Yeah"

Fucking all of BTS?

Yes please

Plus I know them all and they're close friends

I trust them

"Some of us are uh rough. And like name calling", Jungkook says

"That's ok.", I answer, "I can handle it"

"We'll make sure you cum too", Jin says

I nod

I'm so excited

And I'm such a slut but I don't care

I'm only a slut for them

"Jimin, your best friend is amazing", Tae tells him

"Yeah I know", he answers

"So now?", I ask

They glance at each other and nod

"Yeah now", Yoongi agrees

"Ok"

The next thing I know I'm hauled up from my chair and being undressed

My shirt is taken off and one of them is taking my shoes off while another is undoing my pants

My bra is taken off and thrown somewhere

"God her tits are fucking huge"

"Move. I want to touch them"

I feel hands on me, squeezing my breasts and pulling on my nipples

Fuck it feels good and makes me wet

My pants are pulled down and off, my panties ripped off, then I'm put on the kitchen table on my back

"Let's see her pussy. Hold her legs up"

Hobi grabs my legs and lift them, holding my ankles together, exposing me

"Fuck she's so wet already"

"Her pussy is so little, I bet it feels amazing"

"Look at her little clit, it's so cute"

"She has a pretty pussy"

"I can't wait to feel it around my cock"

"I bet she's so fucking tight"

Damn they're so horny and they're making me horny

I like that they like my pussy

I feel something wet on me, pleasure hitting me fast

"What are you doing Tae?"

"I want to eat her pussy"

"Fuck", I moan

His tongue swipes up and down my pussy over and over, faster and faster, feeling so good

"Damn Tae's really going at it", Jungkook says

"I guess he likes her pussy a lot", Jin replies

Tae doesn't answer, he just keeps licking me, moving to my clit and licking there over and over

I moan so loudly as the pleasure increases

I wish I could watch him, grab his hair, fuck his face

But the way Hobi is holding my legs I can't

Tae takes my clit in his mouth sucking and pulling on me

"Fuck Tae!", I shout in massive pleasure

"Damn she really likes her clit being sucked", Namjoon comments

"Good to know", Hobi answers

I can't, the pleasure is getting to be too much and I need to cum

Now

Tae keeps sucking hard and fast and I finally explode

"TAE! Fuck TAE!", I yell

His mouth leaves my clit and he licks by my entrance

"Mmmmm", he moans as he licks

"How does she taste?", Yoongi asks

"So fucking amazing", Tae answers and continues move his tongue

He pulls away when I'm finish and I feel fingers going in and out

"Fuck she does taste good", Jungkook says

"Yeah", Hobi agrees, "Really good"

"Nice and thick cum too", Namjoon adds

"Feels good swallowing it", Jin comments

Holy shit

They like the way my cum tastes

I can't wrap my head around it

Suddenly I feel another tongue on me

Who is that?

The tongue moves slowly, licking every spot, feeling so good

Then pleasure slams my body when the tongue licks so fucking fast

Whoever is it is really going at it more than Tae

My clit is sucked into his mouth and he sucks hard and fast

"Fuck", I scream

Hobi let's go of my legs and whoever is eating me out, opens them and holds them open

I look down and I'm so fucking shocked to see Jimin

He lets go on my clit and moves his tongue on me

I moan and slide my hand in his hair pulling hard

All it does is fuel him to move his tongue faster

His hands are gripping my thighs so hard, I know it's going to leave bruises

But I couldn't care less

He sucks my clit, then licks my pussy over and over, switching between the two

"Oh God", I moan, my hips moving up, fucking his mouth

Who knew Jimin was so good with his fucking tongue?

"Jesus she has to love it. She's fucking his face"

"He's lucky"

I'm getting hot all over and I'm ready to cum

He just needs to do something to push me over

Jimin's tongue slides inside, licking out then back in

Fuck that's it

He keeps doing that and a few seconds later, when his tongue goes back in, my body shakes and I scream when my orgasm runs through me

"JIMIN fuck JIMIN"

His tongue is still inside and I cum all over it, squeezing as much of it as I can

I hear him moaning loudly and it's such a turn on

When I finish her pulls his tongue out, then kisses my pussy making me tremble

"You taste so good Jo", he smiles

"Uh thanks?", I answer

I really don't know what to say to that

Jimin moves away and suddenly I'm moved, bent over the table, being held down

Fucking hell, I get so excited and more wet

I hear belts and zippers being undone quickly

A cock suddenly thrusts inside and I moan from how good it feels

"Oh my fucking god", I hear Namjoon moan

It's him

Fuck his cock is huge, filling up my pussy right away

"How does she feel?"

"Fucking tight and so wet", he answers

He starts moving hard and fast, pleasure exploding all over me

"Oh my god", I moan

"Fuck her moaning is so hot", Yoongi says

"Like my cock baby?"

"Yes fuck yes", I cry

God he's moving so fast and I want more

"Harder!", I yell

"Www...what?", he stutters

"Fuck me harder!", I shout

"Holy shit", Jungkook moans

"Aw our slut likes it hard", Namjoon laughs

"Yes fuck yes I do", I respond

He starts moving faster and harder, slamming into me

He's getting me close so quickly and I tighten on him

"Holy shit", he yells

"What? What happened?", Hobi asks

"She just got fucking so much tighter"

"Fuck", I hear whispers but I can't pay attention, the pleasure overtaking me

Namjoon thrusts hard and I can't hold it back anymore

"NAMJOON!", I cry, coming on his cock

"Yes oh fuck yes!", he cries

"What?", Jimin asks

"She just came", he pants

"How does it feel?", Jungkook asks excitedly

"Fucking amazing. So much better than when any other girl came on me"

That makes me feel good and I like that I can give him so much pleasure

He keeps moving, then he slams inside hard, holding me on his cock, yelling as he cums

"Fuck yes. Yes!"

He pulls out when he's done and another cock slams inside me right away

"Ffff...fuck", I whimper, as whoever it is begins to pound in and out

"Oh yea, our cockslut feels fucking incredible", Hobi moans

So it's Hobi

His cock is big but smaller than Namjoon's

Still, he's giving me amazing pleasure

His hands are on my hips, squeezing me so tightly

It's not long before I feel the familiar pressure and the need to cum takes over

"Faster Hobi. Faster", I plead

"My whore wants it faster?", he asks

"Yes!"

"You gonna cum if I give you what you want?"

"Yes I will. I will", I moan

"Open you're legs more"

I widen my stance and he moves so fucking fast

"Oh god", I moan as waves of pleasure hits me over and over

The table I'm bent over is smooth and has no tablecloth that I can grab on

I keep my hands flat on the table, my fingers twitching from pleasure

"Fuck yes, throb harder on my cock baby girl", he groans

He keeps going and I cum hard

"Yes! Good girl!", Hobi yells, as he cums right after me

He pulls out and I feel cum leaking out of me

I'm not going to lie, I like that feeling

"Move", I hear Yoongi demand

I feel him right there as he tries to get in

"Fuck", he yells frustrated

"What?"

"I'm too big for her", he mutters

"No you're not Yoongi", I say, wanting him so much, "Push harder. Make me stretch around your cock"

"Fuck baby", he moans, pushing harder, sliding slowly in

God he feels so fucking good and he's so big he's touching all the right places and it feels so fucking good

I shiver against him as he finally gets all in and to my surprise, I can't hold back my orgasm and I cum

"YOONGI oh my god YOONGI", I moan, squeezing his cock over and over

"Jesus, you feel so good", he moans

"Did she just fucking cum from you going in?", Jimin asks in disbelief

"Fuck yeah. She's amazing"

Yoongi runs his fingers up and down my back, making me tremble

"You ready baby?", he asks

I nod rapidly

He starts moving, slow at first then faster each thrust, building his speed slowly

"Yoongi", I moan

"Yeah baby, you like it?"

"Yes"

"Good girl"

He starts pounding hard and his cock is fucking incredible

I can feel every move, every slam

It's amazing

He brings my leg up on to the table and hit so much deeper, right into my spot

"Yes YOONGI! There fuck there!"

He laughs, turning me on more and asks, "That your spot baby girl?"

"Yes!", I scream

"Good. I'm gonna give it to you right there"

I moan loudly feeling his head smash against my spot over and over

I'm ready to cum in less than two minutes

"Go ahead baby girl", he tells me

My orgasm comes and I moan his name as pleasure washes over me

"Yoongi, Yoongi"

"Oh motherfuck. So tight baby. So good."

I can't think, just feel his huge cock, slamming again

I'm gonna cum", he moans

"Ooo...ok"

He moves into me, coming and yelling my name

"Fuck baby, you're the best pussy I've been in", he praises me as he pulls out

He moves away and I feel someone else come behind me

Instead of a hard cock slamming into me right away, I feel lips kissing my shoulders

"Hi baby", Tae whispers

"Hi Tae Tae"

He keeps kissing my back as he slides inside

Fucking hell, he's absolutely perfect

He fits in just right

"You feel so good baby", he praises

He moves, thrusting lightly, going a little harder with ever thrust

I feel his hand slide down the front of my body

Pleasure increases as he uses his fingers to play with my clit

"Tae", I moan

"Good baby?"

I nod

"Good. I want you to feel so good baby"

Tae is acting differently than the other guys

He's being sweet and it feels like we're having sex instead of him fucking me

He slides into my spot and I yell loudly, my body shivering and the pleasure blasting my body

"There baby? Is that your spot?", he asks, "I found it too?

I nod, "Yes Tae"

"Ok baby, I'll give it to you there"

He moves faster, making sure he hits my spot every time and still playing with my clit

My legs are shaking with every thrust

I'm glad I have the table to lean on or my legs would give out

He hits my spot again and I scream, coming hard

"TAEHYUNG! TAEHYUNG!"

"Good baby. You feel fucking amazing" he groans as he continues to move while I orgasm

God it feels out of this world

"I'm gonna cum baby"

"Yeah Tae"

He moves again, right into my spot as he cums

I can feel him cum and it sets off another orgasm

"TAEHYUNG!", I cry shaking hard

"JOANNE, fuck, fuck", he moans loudly

"Holy shit she came because he came!"

"That's crazy!"

It is crazy

How am I still having orgasms?

How can I still want more?

I should be way overstimulated but I'm not

Tae kisses my shoulder again, then pulls out and moves away

I'm grabbed and pulled away from the table onto the floor on my hand and knees

My legs are spread open and a cock is inside thrusting right away

"God her pussy is so tight", Jin yells

He's fucking me so hard and it feels so good

"Fuck baby you're so full of cum", he moans

I know, I already had four of them cum inside

"I'm gonna fuck the cum back inside you"

"Yes Jinnie, fuck more Jin. You're cock feels so good"

He moves faster and I'm so sensitive I'm ready to cum right away

"SEOKJIN!", I shout, feeling so good

He thrusts a few more times then cums

"Take my cum baby", he moans

I clench his cock over and over making it feel better for him

"Shit", he gasps as he finishes and pulls out

"Move her on her knees", one of them says

I'm picked up and put on my knees

Jimin comes in front of me

"Open baby", he says, putting his cock right to my mouth

I listen and open my mouth

He slides half his big cock in, then says, "Suck baby"

I immediately start sucking on his cock

"Oh fuck", he groans

I like giving blow jobs too so it doesn't bother me

And he ate me so good I wanna blow him just as good

He pushes in a little more and I adjust my mouth, still sucking

"Can I go all the way in?"

I nod

I've done it before and while it does make me gag sometimes, I like doing it

He goes all the way in, sliding down my throat

I choke for a second, then breathe through my nose, calming down

"Ok?", he asks and I nod

I start sucking lightly and swallowing on his cock

"Fucking hell, her throat is amazing"

"Fuck I want a turn", Hobi whispers

"After me", Jimin answers

Someone comes behind me, hands on my hips, sliding me onto a cock

I shiver from being filled up again

"Yeah baby, shake for me", Jungkook groans

He grabs my hands and holds them behind my back, holding my wrists in one of his large hands

He moves my legs open more, then starts thrusting hard

Pleasure fills me and I moan with Jimin's cock still in my mouth

"Damn Jimin look at your best friend. She's getting fucked in her cunt and her mouth"

"Yyyy...yeah", Jimin moans in pleasure

Jungkook is getting me so close that I stop moving my mouth

"C'mon baby, suck", Jimin whines

I move my mouth and suck but the pleasure is taking over

"Jo!", Jimin whines again

An orgasm crashes into me making me shake and scream on Jimin's cock

Oh god, it feels fucking good

Jungkook keeps moving, slamming hard into me over and over and over

I feel hands slide in my hair, moving my head up and down Jimin's cock

"Fuck her mouth Jimin. I don't think she can suck while being fucked", Hobi says

"Fuck just keep moving her head Hobi. It feels fucking good and I'll cum this way"

Jimin cock slides in and out of my throat quickly, tears falling down my face

It makes me gag for a second and Hobi pulls me off him

Just at that moment, Jungkook hits my spot and I cum screaming his name

"JUNGKOOK, fucking hell, JUNGKOOK"

My throat is a little sore and my voice is croaky

From Jimin's cock

"Again", Jungkook yells

"Again?", Namjoon asks

"Fuck yes. It feels so good when she cums. How can you not want to feel it?"

"So your just going to make her cum over and over?", Yoongi asks

"Fuck yes until I can't hold it anymore"

That sounds fucking amazing

"Well shit, ok then", Jin answers

Jungkook keeps moving while he's talking and he makes me climax again

And he still keeps going

He's like the fucking Energizer Bunny

He doesn't stop

"Open your mouth Jo", Hobi demands

I'm put back on Jimin's cock, all of him in me

Choking again, I breathe over and over until I'm ok

"Ready?", Hobi asks

I nod

He moves my head again on Jimin

Jimin starts moaning so loudly, "I'm gonna cum"

Jungkook gives me another orgasms just as Jimin cums

I moan and Jimin yells, "Fuck yes. Swallow baby"

I do and his body trembles, "Again, swallow on my cock again"

Jungkook holds me on him while he yells, coming inside

I'm such a fucking slut but I don't care

I love being with them

Both Jimin and Jungkook pull out at the same time

Jungkook holds me against him so I don't fall forward

"Put her on the table on her back", one of them orders

"Give her a second", Tae argues, "She just took on seven of us, let her breathe for a minute"

"She can breath on the table"

Jungkook picks me up and lays me on their kitchen table

Namjoon opens my legs, "Keep them open"

I nod, still trying to get my breathing under control

"Now we get to fuck you as much as we want. Doesn't matter if you cum or not. We all made you cum already", Jungkook says

"But since you've been a good girl for us, you can pick who fucks you first", Namjoon informs me

"Whose cock do you want?", Jin asks

"Tae. I want Tae", I answer

Tae wasn't so rough before and he is the one that feels the best

Plus, I really Tae

I've always really liked Tae but I lost hope of anything ever happening with us

He's had other girlfriends and he still shows no interest

So I'm just happy I get to be with him right now

"You're up Tae", Jimin says

Tae comes to me, leaning over and kissing me

He slowly slides inside, fitting perfectly

He straightens up and slowly starts to move

Pleasure slowly fills my body as he moves

He runs his perfect hands up and down my body, feeling amazing

I've wanted Tae to touch me for a long time.

And I'm going to enjoy every second that I can have it

I watch his eyes roam all over me and end up looking in mine

He smiles and I can't breathe

I smile back, I just can't help it

Moving faster into my spot again, I moan, my body arching from the table

Goddamn it, it's fucking out of this world

He goes faster and harder, pounding into my spot over and over

The pleasure takes over and starts burst in my vision as I cum

"Oh god, TAE! TAEHYUNG", I cry, shaking hard and listening to Tae moan

I'm pulled up into a sitting position, in front of Tae

He still inside but stopped moving for a second

He pulls me close to him, our bodies against each other

"Put your arms around me", he asks, whispering in my ear, "Please Jo, hold me"

My arms wrap around his neck as his wrap around my body

He starts moving again, fast, making pleasure crash all over me

He kisses me, his tongue in my mouth

Fireworks blast in my vision from his kiss

God fuck, I knew I'd feel this way from his kiss

I knew it

I kiss him back, sliding my hand in his hair

It's so soft and silky, making it easy for my fingers to run through it

He moves from my lips, kissing my neck up to my ear

"You feel so good baby", he whispers, then continues to kiss my neck

Oh my god

I'm happy I can make his feel good

I'd do anything to make him happy

He moves again and I moan, releasing on him

"Fuck fuck Jo", he moans, coming at the same time I do

Fuck I can feel him coming and it feels good

He kisses me again then pulls out moving away even though I don't want him to

Not at all

Suddenly I'm pushed back and thrusted into

Fuck that was quick

Looking up, I see Jin looking down at me

He smiles and I smile back

He's adorable

He fucks me hard, making please spread around my body

It's different from the pleasure Tae gave me

Tae's was like a loving, sensual pleasure while Jin's is wild and hard

And I know the rest of the guys are going to be hard too

"Fuck", Jin moans as he orgasms

He pulls out, then Namjoon pushes in, moving so fast

"Oh god", I cry

"Fucking perfect pussy", he groans

Still pumping inside for a few minutes, he cums right before I'm about to

He pulls out and the pleasure disappears

I whine from being denied an orgasm

Although I don't know if he knew he denied me

Still it's annoying and I whine more

"Aww baby wants to cum?", Yoongi smirks, "I'll make you cum baby"

I nod my head as he pushes inside hard

The pleasure is immense because his cock is so fucking huge

He gets inside, stretching me out and feeling him makes me cum

"Yoongi, oh my god Yoongi", I whimper

"Good girl", he murmurs, then starts moving

He starts slow, increasing his pace with every pound

God, besides Tae, Yoongi's cock is the best and my favorite

I can feel every fucking move he makes, every throb of his cock, how big he is

I know he can make me cum non-stop

He pounds hard and I scream, orgasming again

"Oh yeah Jo. You feel fucking amazing", he praises

He slams into me over and over, pleasure crashing over and over

"Yes baby, squeeze my cock harder. Fucking get tight on me", he pants

I listen and clench his cock hard, keeping him in

"YOONGI", I call, feeling another orgasm coming and grabbing his upper arms tightly, my body crashing you into his

"Jo....fuck baby", he moans

I snap, pleasure feeling so good as I cum and he cums at the same time, both of us screaming each other's names

"YOONGI!"

"JOANNE!"

I fall back on the table and he falls on top of me

His head is on my chest as he breathes hard

"Yoongi", one of the guys says

"Give me a fucking second", he breathes hard

Yoongi stands back up, pulling out

Then he leans over and kisses my cheek

I lay there for a few seconds, feeling cum leaking onto my thighs

"My turn! I haven't been inside yet", Jimin says

He moves to me, looking down and touching my body

"Hi Jo", he smiles

I smile back, "Hi Jimin"

"I know Yoongi and Tae made you cum but can you do it for me? I haven't felt you yet and I want to", he asks shyly

"Yeah Jimin", I answer

His face bursts into a bigger smile and he leans down, kissing my lips

He deepens the kiss sliding his tongue in my mouth and I moan, kissing him back

Jimin has been my best friend since we were in school.

We've never kissed before

This is our first time

And even though I don't see fireworks like I did with Tae, I have to say that Jimin is an amazing kisser

Pulling away, he straightens up and slides inside

"Oh fuck Jo", he moans as he slides inside, "I can't believe how amazing you feel"

"Yeah Jimin?", I ask, surprised that he's saying these things to me

"Yeah. You're so fucking tight and so warm. So wet. I love it"

"Mmmm", I whimper

"Do....do I feel good too?", he asks blushing

He actually does

They all do but after Tae, he fits in the best

"Yeah Jimin, you feel good"

He smiles and starts to move

"Fuck", I moan

"Good Jo?", he asks and I nod

Jimin moves a little bit harder, with his hands running all over me

And I'm surprised that I really like the way his hands feel

My skin trembles under his fingers as he moves them

"You're skin feels amazing. It's so soft and smooth", he murmurs

He leans over and starts kissing my collarbone and my chest

Fuck his lips leave fire all over my skin and I'm wondering what the fuck is going on

Why I'm feeling like this

I'm guess because it's Jimin, my best friend

I feel the most comfortable with him and he knows me inside and out

He moves down, kissing me and getting to my breasts

He takes my nipple in his mouth and gently sucks

"Oh god", I whimper, my body crashing up into his, like I did with Yoongi

His arm wraps around me, keeping me close to him

The pleasure becomes more intense and makes me more wet

Jimin moans and it's so fucking sexy

He lets go and keeps kissing my body

He's making me feel so good and I can't stop myself from coming when he thrusts into my spot

"JIMIN oh fuck, JIMIN"

"Oh my fucking god", he cries, "You feel so good, fucking hell, you feel so good! I can't..."

He stops talking as he crashes his lips to mine, kissing me as he cums

My arms fly around his neck and into his hair

He pulls out but keeps kissing me

And I get lost in his kisses

After a minute, he pulls away and lays me back down on the table

He kisses my cheek then moves away

And I'm wondering what the fuck just happened

And why I want him back so much

But Jungkook comes over and asks, "Ready baby?"

I'm so exhausted but I made a promise

"Yeah Kookie"

He nods and thrust inside fucking me hard right away

"Shit", I cry

"Baby", I hear and turn to the voice

Hobi is next to my head, looking down at me

"Please suck my cock", he asks

I nod and open my mouth for him

He slides inside, all the way in

I don't gag so much this time and he starts moving, fucking my mouth

"Is..is it ok?", he whimpers

I nod

I'm good for right now

The pleasure I'm feeling suddenly increases as I feel something else push inside my pussy with my legs being spread wider

I move off of Hobi for a second to see what's happening

Fuck me

Jungkook is fucking me but so is Jimin

Jimin is inside

God why am I so happy about that?

Then I realize, I have two cocks inside and fuck me it feels so good

Both of them move at the same time, hitting every single place of pleasure

I can't believe they're both in

Namjoon and Jin come over, each starting to suck on my nipples making me soaking wet and my body shiver

Oh my god, it's amazing

"Baby please", Hobi begs

I turn back to him, letting him go all in again

He slides his hands in my hair and holds on while he thrusts in my mouth

I try to lick and suck as much as I can to make it better for him

He moans my name so I think I'm doing good

My first orgasm with Jungkook and Jimin comes out of nowhere since I'm so focused on pleasuring Hobi

"Fuuuuuccckkk", I scream on Hobi's cock while my body shakes on the table

"God baby that feels good", Hobi moans

"Again", Jungkook shouts

They fuck me through my orgasm the pleasure not stopping

I feel my arms being pulled out and a cock being put in each one

I can't think with all the pleasure but whoever is in each hand, puts their hand around mine and moves my hands up and down their cocks, having me jerking them off

I can't believe I'm taking seven guys in different ways at the same time

Jimin and Jungkook start playing with my clit while they fuck me

I immediately start throbbing on them

"Oh yeah baby's gonna cum", Jungkook murmurs

I suck on Hobi harder while I climax on their cocks

"Fuck" Jungkook yells, coming too

He pulls out and I sucking Hobi harder, moving my head

Jimin keeps my legs open, slamming right into my spot

"Hhhmmmmm!", I scream on Hobi's cock

"That's your spot baby?", Jimin asks

I nod

"Good baby"

"Fuck baby", I hear Yoongi moan, his hot cum all over my hand

Namjoon let's go of my nipple and tells him, "Switch"

Yoongi's mouth goes on my nipple and Namjoon's cock in my hand

I suck on Hobi and he yells

"Oh my god, oh my god!", Hobi cries

I taste his cum as he orgasms and it's good

Not as good as Jimin's though

I swallow on him and he yells out more

When he finishes he moves away

"Jo, fuck", Tae moans coming in my hand

"Switch", Jin says and they do too

Jimin's hitting my spot and pleasure is filling me slowly

I tighten my hands on Jin and Namjoon's cocks

"Yes baby. I'm gonna cum", Namjoon moans, "Move Yoongi"

Yoongi moves and Namjoon's cock disappears from my hand

"Move Tae"

Tae moves too and I feel Namjoon's warm cum on my breasts and chests

"Yes hell yes", he cries, jerking himself off

Jesus Christ, it's a lot

At the same time, Jimin slams me so hard and I scream, my orgasm crashing into me

My back arches off the table as my mind shuts off and I just scream Jimin's name over and over

"Baby I'm coming!", Jimin yells

He slams again, keeping himself inside, screaming my name

"JOANNE!"

I feel his cum inside, his cock twitching and throbbing

And fuck me, it feels good

Jimin pulls out and Jin moves from my hand

I feel more cum on my stomach while Jin moans and yells

I just lay on the table so fucking tired and breathing hard, cum everywhere

Leaking down my legs, in my mouth, on my hands, on my chest and my stomach

I'm such a slut

But it was worth it

Suddenly I feel wet paper towels on my skin

"Sorry baby", Namjoon says, cleaning his cum from my chest

Jin is cleaning his off me, Yoongi and Tae wiping theirs from my hands

My legs are opened again and when I look I see Jungkook cleaning cum from my thighs and pussy

It feels nice that they're taking care of me after sex

But it's also weird

"Wanna take a shower baby?", Namjoon asks, when they finish

I guess I should

I'm sweating and just wiping the cum isn't really cleaning up

I need soap

I nod and Namjoon helps me stand up

My legs shake as I hold on to Namjoon

"Can you walk?" he asks surprised

"Yeah"

I let go of him and start walking

After a few steps my legs buckle and I start falling

Shit

I'm grabbed before I hit the floor and I'm scooped up into arms

It's Yoongi

"I'll carry you to the bathroom ok?"

I nod, "Thanks"

----------------------------------------------------

When we get to the bathroom, he sits me on the seat they have in the shower, then turns the water on for me

"Is it good?", he asks, "Do you want me to stay? I'm not going to jump on you or anything. I just want to make sure you're ok"

I think about it for a second then nod

I should have someone in case I fall again

Landing face first on a wet shower floor would be really bad

He nods, "Ok I'll wait out here"

"You can come inside", I tell him

Doesn't he need to shower too?

He raises his eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

"Oh c'mon Yoongi. We just had wild sex together. You have my cum on you and I have yours inside. Just get in", I roll my eyes

Is he kidding?

After all that, now he's shy?

"Yeah ok", he answers

He undresses then comes inside the shower, standing under the water

Jesus he's fucking hot

His hair and body are wet and I can't look away

He helps me shower, running soap all over my body with his hands

Fuck his hands feel good

I notice him getting hard the more he touches me

I put soap on him too, touching his beautiful body everywhere

I look up at his beautiful face to find him already looking at me

He leans down, his lips brushing against mine

I melt into his kiss as I put my arms around his neck

He kisses me harder and I open my mouth to let his tongue in

When his tongue touches mine, I moan from how good it feels

Jesus, he's an amazing kisser too

His hands go into my hair as he keeps kissing me and slowly kneels down

His kisses move from my mouth to my neck and lower, the more he kneels

He opens my legs as he kisses my stomach, pulling me closer to the edge of the seat

He's turning me on so much and making me wet

I have no clue how I can still want more but I do

Kissing my legs and inner thighs, I wait for him

My legs shakes so much when his tongue glides along me

"Oh fuck", I moan

God his tongue feels so fucking good

But I don't know why he wants to do this

"Wwww...ww...why...", I stammer

"I want to", he says, licking again, "The guys said you taste so good and I want it. I didn't get to taste you yet. The guys were so greedy with your cum and I didn't get any"

"Oh god", I groan

"You gonna give it to me?"

He looks at me and I nod

Smiling he goes back to licking me slowly

Goddamn his tongue feels so fucking good

His tongue slides up and down and I grab onto his hair in massive pleasure

His fingers are gripping my thighs hard, keeping my legs open

While it does hurt a little bit, the pain feels good

He licks my clit making me moan loudly

Still licking there, I feel myself getting ready

The next lick makes me orgasm with my legs shaking and moaning his name softly

"Yoongi"

"Mmmm baby. So good. The guys were right", he groans

Holy fuck

All the BTS members like the way I taste

My mind is blown

Yoongi doesn't stop licking even after my orgasm ends

My body shivers when he gently sucks on my clit

His mouth is driving me insane

I can't, it feels too good

"Yoongi", I whimper, another orgasm taking over

"Good girl", he mutters

When I finish, he kisses up my body again, ending with kissing my lips

He stands up and he's still hard

I reach out and touch him

He sucks in a breath and closes his eyes

I kiss and lick his stomach like he did to me

Moving my hand while I kiss him, I realize I'm sucking on his skin and it's going to leave a mark if I keep going

I stop right away

"No", he whines

Uh what?

I look at him confused

His eyes open and looks down at me

"Don't stop"

"Uh but it going to leave a-"

"I don't care. Please don't stop"

He wants me to leave hickies on him?

I mean if that's what he wants I'm not going to say no

So I go back to kissing and sucking on his skin again

After leaving a few dark hickies on his perfect skin, I pull him closer, taking him in my mouth and sucking

"Oh my god", he whimpers, watching

As I suck I move down his cock more and more

I want to put him all in like I did for the other guys but I'm a little scared because Yoongi is huge

Not only in length but he's thick too

Still I'm going to try

I move slowly but I keep choking

He moves back, pulling out of my mouth and lift my head to him

"Baby you don't have to do that. Not if it bothers you. I don't want to hurt you"

I can't believe he's saying this and cares more about hurting me than getting blown that way

Not a lot of guys would do that

"Ok?", he asks

"I want to", I tell him

He bites his lip, then says, "Ok but if it hurts then stop ok? I won't be mad"

I nod, then take him back in my mouth, just sucking and licking his head

He moans loudly and I move down his length as I suck

I feel his cock start to push into my throat

I move down more, stopping to breath so I don't choke

After doing that a few times, I finally get him all in

Taking a second, I get used to him, then I move my head back, then slide back up his cock

"Oh god", he cries

I move a little bit faster, over and over

As I keep moving, I find I'm not choking much

I swallow on his cock and he shouts loudly

A minute later he yells, "I'm gonna cum, oh god, I'm gonna cum"

Moving faster, I feel him cum and I swallow over and over

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

When he finishes I move off him

He's leaking some cum so I press my tongue to his head and lick it off

Fuck he tastes amazing too

What the fuck?

Do they all taste fucking good?

Jesus

Yoongi leans down again and kisses my cheek

I tell him I need to wash my hair and he does it for me

I'm surprised at how much he's helping me

I mean he's my friend and he's sweet but I didn't expect this

He helps me stand after he washes my hair and helps me out of the shower, giving me a towel

I brush my hair and we leave the bathroom

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??? POV

Glancing over at her, jealously hits me hard

Again

She was in just a towel and I almost died

She got her clothes, putting on just her panties and shirt

All of us were in the living room watching a movie while she got dressed

We all showered in the other bathrooms

When she came in, she sat next to Namjoon

I wish she would sit next to me

I kept glancing over at her and she was falling asleep with her head on Namjoon's shoulder

He moved, laying down on his back and she went with him, laying down on top of him

They're both asleep now cuddling and holding on to each other

His hand is in her hair, his other arm around her small body

She's on top on him, her head on his shoulder, face against his neck and her arm around his neck

I want her to have her arm around my neck, I want her laying on me, cuddling me

I want to hold her and sleep with her in my arms

But she will never want me like that

And it hurts when all I want is her

I'm terrified to say anything but I don't know how much longer I can keep quiet

----------------------------------------------------

"Should we wake them up?"

"I don't know. She's really tired. She knocked out as soon as she sat down"

"We should wake him up"

"But what about her?"

"I'll take her with me", I say

The guys all look up at me

"What? She can't go home, it's late and she's tired."

"And you want her to sleep with you in your bed?"

"Yeah", I answer, "It's not like we're going to do anything. She's exhausted"

Why are the giving me shit?

They didn't give Namjoon shit when he laid down with her

Why me?

"Yeah ok. Whatever."

One of the guys wakes up Namjoon

He yawns, then looks down seeing her on him

He smiles at her, running his fingers in her hair, kissing her forehead

Jealousy flares again but I push it down

Getting up I go to Namjoon and tell him she's staying with me

He nods and sits up, holding her

I pick her up and she doesn't wake up

Carrying her to my room, I put her in my bed, then lay down next to her

I want to cuddle her so bad but I'm not.

She chose to do that with Namjoon

I'm not going to force anything

I just want her

Staring at the ceiling, I just lay next to her

I'm not tired yet but I don't want to leave her alone

After awhile, she turns and moves in her sleep

She lifts her head, looking around

She's so sleepy and it's adorable

She looks over at me, then moves closer to me, laying her head on my chest

My breath catches

Is she really laying with me?

She snuggles as close as she can to me, her arm around my body hugging me tight and her leg over mine

My arms automatically go around her, holding her close to me

I haven't been this happy in awhile

She kisses my jaw, cuddling back into my chest

"My Jimin", she says softly

My heart bursts in happiness hearing her say that

I want to be hers

Since we we're teenagers, all I want is her

All I love is her

"My Jo", I whisper back, kissing the top of her head

Closing my eyes, I wait for sleep to come

---------------------------------------------------

I wake up to my hair being played with and on top of someone

Opening my eyes, I see her beautiful face and I'm so happy

She smiles at me, running her fingers in my hair

"I love you", I blurt

Shit, shit, shit

Why?

Why did I say that?

"I uh had a feeling you do", she answers

Wait, what?

"You know?"

"Not that you love me but that you have feelings for me", she answers

"How?"

I thought I hid it well

"After yesterday, with the way you were with me when we had sex. The way you looked at me, touched me, kissed me.", she tells me, "I just realized yesterday"

I remember yesterday

I just couldn't help being that way with her

I wanted her for so long and I was finally able to be with her, I couldn't hold back

I look away and don't say anything

I don't know what to say

She knows

"Jimin", she calls

I look back at her, scared at what she's going to say

She moves closer and her lips brush against mine

She's.....kissing me?

Why?

'Shut up Jimin and just kiss her', I yell at myself

I kiss her back as she slides her tongue in my mouth and puts her arms around my neck

Oh my god, this is what I've wanted for years

Moving, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me

She moves away but starts kissing my neck

"My Jimin", she whispers, kissing me, making shivers run up my spine, "My Jimin, I want you"

Pulling away she looks in my eyes, running her fingers in my hair, then taking my hand and holding it

I'm so scared to be happy right now because she can take this all away in a second

"Jimin", she starts, looking down at our hands, "I...want to be with you"

My heart starts pounding in my chest

Does she mean sex?

Or something else?

"I...when we were together....I felt something Jimin. Feelings for you. I can't say it's love yet but I know it will be"

I'm stunned

As much as I want this I have to ask her something first

"But Jo....don't you love Tae?"

She shakes her head, "I thought I did but it's not love. I have feelings for him but not love."

We're both silent

She has feelings for both of us

How is that going to work?

I don't know but...she's asking me to be with her

Not Tae

Me

"I know it's sounds bad having feelings for both of you but honestly Jimin...all I thought about after was you. When the other guys were with me after you, I just wanted you back. I wanted your kisses, you touching me, your arms around me. After I came out of the bathroom, I wanted to sit with you but Jungkook and Hobi were sitting next to you."

Goddamn it!

I should of kicked Hobi and Jungkook off the couch

"When I woke up last night and I saw you next to me, I got stupidly happy.", she tells me, her cheeks turning red, "I was so happy to sleep in your arms Jimin. And I want to do it every night. I want to kiss you all the time, hold your hand, be around you. And if you want to, you have me"

I'm completely surprised at what she's telling me but there is no fucking way I'm letting her go

I touch her face, then slide my hand in her hair pulling her to my lips

I kiss her softly, loving the feeling of her kissing me back

"Jo, you are the one girl I've wanted since we were teenagers. I don't care if it's not love yet. You having feelings for me is everything I ever dreamed of. Everything you want to do with me, I want to do and more. I want to hold you all the time, I want to play with your hair, hug you, kiss you, call you stupid couple names. Anything and everything I want to do with you. I'm so in love with you it's ridiculous. Of course I want you"

She smiles at me, then throws herself in my arms

I land on my back, with her on top of me, kissing all over my face

I'm fucking over the moon

----------------------------------------------------

2 months later

Jimin Pov

"He wouldn't shut the hell up", she tells me, "I wanted to punch his stupid face. He's wasting fucking time with his bullshit"

She and I are laying down in my bed after sex

I asked her how class was and she's telling me about the annoying student who always argues with the professor

"He has to argue with the professor for everything. Just shut the fuck up and listen"

"I'm sorry baby. That has to be annoying", I answer, kissing her cheek

I love when she gets all riled up

She's so cute

"Yeah well whatever. How was the photo shoot today?"

I shrug, "The same as always, I just missed you"

She smiles, taking my breath away

"I missed you too baby"

Hearing her call me baby makes joy burst in my heart

Every time

I never thought she'd ever call me that and I love it

She runs her fingers in my hair and I fucking love when she does that

She's the best girlfriend

She spends every night with me, she comes to anything I'm doing like practices, recording, performances whenever she's not in class

I love going back stage after a performance and she's there waiting for me with kisses and telling me how proud she is of me

It's the best feeling in the world

I know I can be clingy and need reassurance which can be annoying

But she never gets annoyed and always gives me whatever I need

And sex with her is fucking amazing

But aside from that, we always have fun with whatever we're doing.

She moves closer and kisses me

Fucking hell, I'm so happy that I can have all her kisses all the time

I pull her closer to me, as she drags kisses down my neck and pressing her body against mine

"Again baby?", I ask, chuckling

"Always Jimin. I love you and I want you all the time"

I freeze at her words and look at her

"What?", she asks, tilting her head

Should I ask?

Should I leave it alone?

I don't know

It's the first time she said she loves me since we got together

"You....you love me?", I ask

I hope she doesn't freak out

But she smiles and answers, "Yeah Jimin, I love you. So much"

"What? When?"

Why am I questioning this?

"Over the time we've been together Jimin. I just fell in love with you. I told you I would."

I'm so surprised

I didn't expect to hear her say it this soon

"Jimin, stop looking like that baby. You are the best boyfriend I've ever had"

I am?

The best?

"Really?", I ask

I try to be but I am busy a lot

Even though she's with me during BTS stuff, I can't always pay attention to her

I can't always be there

"Of course Jimin. You spend all your free time with me when you could be doing something you want to do. You call and text me all the time just to make sure I'm ok. You've been even more sweet and adorable than normal. And I just love you", she says looking down, "I thought you'd be happy about it"

Fuck, I'm so stupid for making her think I'm not happy

"I am happy Jo. So so happy. It's something I've wanted you to tell me for so long"

"Well now you can hear it all the time because I'm not going to stop telling you I love you"

A smile bursts on my face and I kiss her passionately

She kisses me back, pulling me on top of her

Her hands run up and down my back making me shiver

She makes me shake every time she touches me

I start to kiss down her body this time making her tremble against my lips

"Baby likes my kisses?", I tease

"Yes Jimin. And your hands baby. I love when you touch me"

I know

Whenever I touch her she moans and whimpers and closes her eyes, just feeling

It makes me feel good that she likes what I do to her

When I get to her breasts, I lick her nipple over and over feeling it get hard under my tongue

She moans, her hand in my hair, pulling

I move my hand down her body, touching her and sliding my fingers inside

"Jimin", she gasps, her eyes closing

Switching to her other nipple, I suck on it while I move my fingers in and out of her

"Fuck"

"Like it baby?"

She nods, "Yes"

"Want more?"

"Yes", she groans

I know what she wants

"Want my tongue there?"

"Yes"

Moving down, I get in between her legs, opening them wide

Laying my tongue on her, I slowly lick up

"Yes Jimin"

I move my tongue faster with each lick

She pulls my hair harder but it doesn't bother me

I love eating her out from the first time I did it

And she wants it all the time, so it's not a fucking problem

"Jimin fuck Jimin!", she moans, coming with her legs shaking

I lick more, swallowing her cum

I was blown away by how she tastes the first time I ate her out

She's just so good and I need more

I always make her cum more than once when I eat her out so I can have more and she can feel good

It's a win for both of us

When she finishes, I pull her clit in my mouth and start sucking

"YES!", she yells, "More baby more"

She loves being pleasured there so much

I can make her cum so fast this way

"Jimin, JIMIN, JIMIN!", she shouts, orgasming again

I let go of her clit and lick her cum up, then go right back to sucking her clit

She moans loudly, her hand twisting in my sheets from the pleasure she's feeling

"Jjjj....jjjjj.....", she stammers, "Jimin fucking JIMIN"

I moan, her taste so fucking good

When she's done, I immediately kiss up her body, going right inside her

"Oh god", she cries, clinging onto me tightly

"Good baby? Like me inside you?"

"Yes Jimin. I love it. You feel so fucking good."

I'm so happy

I love being with her so much and I'm happy she loves being with me too

She pulls me to her, kissing me hard

Kissing her back, I start moving slowly

She moans but doesn't stop kissing me

I thrust a little harder but still go slow

I don't want to go fast right now

I want to make love to her

Especially now that I know she loves me

Holding my body against hers, she whispers, "I love you Jimin. My baby"

Pure joy bursts in my heart

"I love you Jo. So much"

She moves her hips up and meets my thrust

"Fuck", I cry, the pleasure increasing so much, "Again. Please baby"

She keeps moving with me, feeling so good

I feel her clenching my cock hard and I know she's going to cum

Honestly I am too from how pleasurable it feels

"Jimin", she whimpers

"I know baby. Me too"

"J..fuck Jimin", she moans, coming on me and shaking in my arms

"Jo, my baby", I groan, coming with her

She kisses me again as I pull out when we finish

I try to move off her so I don't crush her but she stops me

"No Jimin, stay baby. Just kiss me", she asks

I can never say no to her and I don't want to stop kissing her either

I smile at her with her smiling back

"I love you"

"I love you", she answers

Leaning down, I kiss her again

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[silv3rswirls]

You could have been nicer to me prank

Anon asks: Do you think you could do a request where the BTS members react to their girlfriend doing the TikTok prank where they say, “I think you could have been nicer to me today.” Please? 🥺

Seokjin

“Jin?” you asked, picking at your dinner with a small pout. 

“What is it?” your boyfriend asked, looking up from his food in concern at how sad you sounded. “Do you not like your food? Have some of mine.”

“It’s not that. I just think you could’ve been a little nicer to be today.” You sighed, biting at your lip to hide the urge to smile. 

“What made you feel that way?” Jim set his chopsticks down before moving to sit next to you, rubbing your back. “Did I say something hurtful to you? If I did, it was an accident, you know I love you.”

You couldn’t help but smile, looking up at the concerned, but loving look Jin wore. “I know Jin, it was just a joke. You were perfect today.” You assured, leaning to peck his cheek.

Yoongi

“Hey, Yoongi?” You asked, looking up from your phone and over to where your boyfriend was quietly working. You were laying down on the sofa, bored scrolling through tik tok when you decided to try out that prank you had been seeing everywhere on your for you page. “Yoongi?” You repeated, this time getting a small hum in response. “I was thinking and... well, I think you could have been nicer to me today.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pausing his work to turn to you with a tired, but genuine look. “How could I have been nicer?”

You paused, playing with your fingers for a moment. “I don’t know, maybe...try to come home more often?” 

Yoongi hummed, nodding his head a bit. “How about I finish this up and then we go home together?”

You smiled in agreement, watching Yoongi turn back to his work, making sure to remind him of what a good boyfriend he really was.

Hoseok

“You could’ve been nicer to me today.”

“What?” Hobi’s face fell as he watched you slip your shoes off and set your bag down. His eyes followed you in panic as he hurried to take his shoes and coat off. “What did I do Y/n? I didn’t think I was being mean.” 

Panicking a bit at his distressed tone you turned back to him with an apologetic frown. “I didn’t mean it Hobi, it was just a prank.” You explained quickly, “I’m sorry, you were perfect today, like always.”

Hoseok came to you, a small pout on his lips as he grabbed at you for a hug. “So mean, Y/n!” He teased, wrapping his arms around you.

Namjoon

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Namjoon had sat down beside where you were curled up in bed. He had been sitting outside, quietly working on some lyrics and songs while you did your own thing inside. After not hearing from you all afternoon, he found you in bed sleepy and playing around on your phone. 

“Hm?” You rolled over to look at him, nothing was wrong, but you decided to take his as your chance to prank him. “Oh...you just...could’ve been nicer to me today.”

Namjoon titled his head in confusion, moving closer to you and moving your head to rest on his thigh as he pet through your hair. “I’m sorry baby, I was busy” he frowned, “come here, let me make it up to you.”

Jimin

“Jimin” You called, peeking your head into the bathroom where he was currently drying his hair after his shower.

“Yeah?” He called over the hairdryer.

“You weren’t very nice to me today” you called, “you could’ve been way nicer.” You informed, leaving Jimin on his own and going back to the kitchen.

“Y/n?” Jimin turned the hairdryer off, setting it down and following you. What had he done to upset you? Had his teasing gone too far earlier? “Y/n, I’m sorry if I was mean, what can I do to fix it?”

“Aw, Jimin” you giggled, watching his puppy dog expression and little pout. “Don’t feel bad, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You reassured him, “it was just a prank.”

Taehyung

Taehyung hadn’t had the reaction you thought he would. You imagined him catching on the joke easily, but he didn’t. He gave you a look of shock before it morphed into one of sadness. He took your hands in his, pulling you close. “Tell me if I ever do something to hurt you, right when it happens.” He spoke seriously, “I don’t want to be a reason why you’re sad.” 

“Tae, it was just a prank.” You frowned, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry.”

“Still, if I ever do something hurtful tell me.” He pleaded, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

Jungkook

Jungkook lifted his head from where he was cuddled up beside you with his head resting on your stomach. “I could’ve been nicer?” He asked, confusion clear on his face. The two of you had spent all afternoon cuddling, so how had he upset you?

“Do you want more space? I wasn’t trying to be a bad boyfriend Y/n, what can I do to make it better?”

Your heart swelled at the concerned and apologetic gleam in his eyes, starting to feel a little bad. “No” you cooed, “you weren’t a bad boyfriend, it was a joke Kookie, I’m sorry.” You sat up and hugged him.

“That wasn’t funny” he pouted.

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[softbobamilktae]

Operation: Get Hobi a Girlfriend (pt. 2)

Pairing: Idol!Hobi x OC

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none I don’t think

Summary: Hobi had a run-in with a girl in the hallway before their performance. He makes it his goal to find her again.

Read part one here

“Hi, Yuna,” Tae nodded politely to the girl.

“Hi,” she offered quietly.

“Your mom said you weren’t around today, so I’m surprised to see you.”

“My work got off early.”

“Oh really? Mine too! We finished all of our recording early, so we have an hour off.”

She glanced up at him, a glare in her eyes.

“What’s up?” Tae asked.

“Did Hobi send you?”

Tae snorted. “No, definitely not.”

Yuna visibly relaxed at his reply. “Why are you here, then?”

“I’m always here on Wednesdays.”

“You are?” Yuna asked, perplexed.

“Mhm,” Tae replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of what he was assured was tea this time.

“But Hobi?”

“He seems to be on your mind a lot. You like him or something?”

“What? No! I just figured he’d get his revenge or. . .something. Maybe try to force me to date him.”

“Hobi?” Tae shook his head. “He was disappointed, but he understands. He’d never try to force you to do anything.”

“Why did he look for me then?”

“Because you’re cute.”

She scooted away from him.

“What? Someone would be blind to not see it!”

“I might have to avoid you after today.”

Tae shrugged. “All right.”

“You’re not going to make a move on me?”

“Why would I? We’ve known each other this long and I haven’t.”

Yuna shrugged. “Other guys have.”

“Who?”

“Other idols.”

“Here?”

Yuna shook her head. “My mom has worked for a few other companies.”

“I see.”

◇◆◇◆◇

“So, Yuna’s had a bunch of guys toy around with her feelings?” Namjoon asked.

“Yep,” Tae replied as he scribbled something unreadable onto the paper he’d spelled the operation out on.

“Are we still continuing to phase two?” Jin asked.

“Of course.”

◇◆◇◆◇

A certain set of thick, black braids swung around as the doors opened.

“Oh!”

Hot coffee spilled everywhere, staining both girls’ shirts.

“I am so sorry!” Yuna exclaimed. “I don’t know what’s with me and coffee this week!”

“Don’t worry about it! It’s not a big deal!” Jasmine swiped her hand down her black top, cringing at how wet it was.

“Who are you?” Yuna asked.

“Huh?”

“Your accent. . .is different.”

“I’m Australian,” Jasmine replied fleetingly. “Do you know where BTS’s recording studio is? I’m here to see Jin.”

Yuna looked her up and down. “You’re trying to tell me you know Jin personally?”

“. . .ye- oh! Right, sorry. I’m still getting used to him being so famous. Do I have to check in somewhere, or?”

Yuna sighed. “Follow me.”

◇◆◇◆◇

“Do you work here?” Jasmine asked, trying to make small talk with Yuna.

“No. My mom does. My job is mostly night hours so I’m here with her during the day.”

“Oh, that’s fun! Do you know the guys?”

Yuna grimaced. “Not really. I know Tae, but that’s about it. How do you know Jin?”

“We went to school together.”

That was not the answer Yuna was expecting.

“I heard most girls here have a bias towards a certain guy. Do you?”

“Nope. I only know them through what I see them perform.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. I’ve met a few of them over video call. Super nice guys. Especially Hobi. He always makes a point of coming in when I call Jin,” Jasmine laughed. “He’s usually wearing something goofy.”

Hobi. What was with everyone talking about Hobi?

“I’m sure they’re great guys. I’ve just had enough of men. Especially those in the music industry.”

“Oh? May I ask why?”

“They tend to not care about me. I had quite a few guys at the company my mom used to work at date me and then dump me. Most of them didn’t care about how I felt. They just wanted a girl to brag about for a little while.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s horrible. If it makes you feel better, the guys don’t really date. Namjoon is married and Yoongi’s got a girlfriend, but from what I can tell, they only date if they’re serious.”

Jasmine eyed Yuna for her reaction. She’d been sure to get special permission from the guys before mentioning this to Yuna, but she wasn’t sure how the girl would react.

“What about you and Jin? Just friends?”

“Oh! Um. . .no. Not exactly. We haven’t really defined our relationship yet. We only met again a month ago, and it had been fifteen years since we’d seen each other.”

“Wow! That’s cool. Was it an intentional meeting or did you just happen to run into each other?”

“My best friend took me to one of their concerts, actually. I was quite surprised to see my best friend from 2007 standing on the stage.”

Yuna let out a laugh, and Jasmine smiled in success. She was sure she’d never even get Yuna to smile.

◇◆◇◆◇

“Jasmine’s on her way up,” Jin announced.

Everyone besides Hobi knew this was code for phase 2: complete.

◇◆◇◆◇

“All right, what’s going on?“ Hobi asked, crossing his arms.

Six pairs of innocent eyes looked up at him.

“What?“ Jungkook asked.

“I just saw Yuna with Esme and Jasmine.”

“Ok?” Jimin shrugged. “So what?”

“Last time I checked, who Esme hangs out with isn’t generally my business,” Namjoon commented.

Hobi looked at Jin, who held his hands up in surrender. “Don’t look at me. Jasmine isn’t even my girlfriend yet.”

“Yet?” Jimin teased.

“Right,” Jin replied, undeterred by Jimin’s teasing.

Hobi skimmed the room, making sure to take note of each of the guys’ expressions.

“Yoongi.”

Yoongi immediately tensed up, looking up at Hobi. “Yes?”

“Who’s Rosaelia to you?”

“Yeah, Yoongi, who is she?” Jimin egged him.

“I- no one!” Yoongi exclaimed defensively.

“Oh come on. We’ve seen you two in the studio when she’s been here,” Jin informed him.

“You have?” Yoongi asked, alarmed. “How?”

“Well, no, but now that you’ve admitted it, tell us when this started.”

Yoongi realized he’d been caught red handed. “We just met at the hotel last September.”

“You met a girl at a hotel and gave her your number?” Tae asked. “I really doubt that.”

“We didn’t exchange numbers then.”

“Oh?”

Yoongi’s expression flattened. “You don’t get more information.”

“Damn. I thought we had you,” Jimin frowned. “It’s ok. I’ll just ask her.”

◇◆◇◆◇

“Where do you work?” Esme asked Yuna as the two of them sat at dinner with Jasmine.

“I just work at a little food cart down the street.”

“Ooo. I hope it’s not as bad as the restaurant I worked at.”

Yuna raised an eyebrow.

“I worked at this little diner when I lived here during college,” Esme explained. “It was awful. It’s how I met Namjoon, but that’s the only reason I’m glad I worked there. The customers were pretty nasty to me. What about you, Jas? Where do you work?”

“Me? I work at a surf shack next to the ocean.”

“Oh. Interesting. Is it fun?”

“Yep. My best friend works a lot of the shifts with me.”

“That’s awesome.”

The table went silent for a few moments.

“You guys know Hobi, right?”

“Known him for years,” Esme replied.

“I know him briefly. We haven’t spoken much.” Jasmine shrugged.

“Is he a good guy?” Yuna asked.

“Definitely. One of the sweetest guys I know,” Esme nodded.

“You already know I think he’s nice,” Jasmine took a sip of her wine.

“Tae keeps talking about him. I’m not sure why.”

“You’re friends with Tae?” Jasmine asked.

“Oh. Yeah, he likes to hang out where my mom works.”

“Do you like him?” Esme asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Tae? What? No. He’s…I dunno. He’s just odd.”

“Well…you’re not wrong about that.”

“Do you like Hobi?” Jasmine asked suddenly.

Yuna’s eyes widened. “Hobi? Oh no, no. No. Definitely not.”

“You do! What’s up, girl? Why won’t you give him a chance?”

“I can’t,” Yuna admitted.

“Why not?”

Yuna stared blankly at her glass. “I just can’t.”

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: is this the end of this? Idk. Maybe this is 3 parts also we’re gonna pretend I didn’t post part one of this three and a half months ago

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

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The Pact - Date #6

Pairing/Genre: OT7 BTS x reader (not poly), idol!BTS, best friend BTS

Word Count: 5.7k

Premise: The truth about the pact the boys have about you has been revealed. What happens when you agree to go on a single date with each of them?

Warnings: reader is confused about feelings, so that’s frustrating lol. the boys are annoyingly perfect as per usual. other than that, fluffy as always.

a/n: HAHA. well, ngl, this date came for me. pls nobody kill me after reading this lol. as always, your feedback is encouraged and GREATLY appreciated. please let me know your thoughts! also, we are getting down to it! only one more date to go!! so exciting!

also, an official copy of the Pact will be up on Wednesday! so you’ll get two updates next week!! enjoy! 

Date #6

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You’ve been staring at this thing for way too long.

You can already feel the hint of a headache creeping behind your eyes, and it’s enough to have you setting the copy of The Pact that you stole from Jin down on the coffee table. Groaning as you clamber to your feet, you take a long moment to stretch and fight off the exhaustion that’s attempting to settle over you.

Tired mind somehow managing to continue limping on in its endless speculation, you yourself limp over to the kitchen. Staring at the kitchen sink with a few dirty dishes waiting, you consider splashing some water on your face.

Glancing up at your reflection in the window that’s just above the sink, you decide against it. Not when you’ve just managed to get completely ready for this date.

Your date should be here in about an hour, leaving you with too much time to sit and think. With a sigh, you begin to fill up one side of the sink with hot soapy water, deciding to do something productive with your time while you wait.

The soap bubbles that grow before your eyes has your mind wandering off again. This time, it’s remembering last week and a similar soapy view. However, you’d been side by side with Seokjin. And that song had been playing in the background…

“What are you daydreaming about?”

You shriek, dropping a plate in the sink and facing the onslaught of sloshing dishwater and stray soap bubbles.

Jeon Jungkook resembles a caught crook outside the kitchen window. You consider breaking a plate over his head, especially as his typical wide eyed gaze has been replaced with a knowing smirk.

“Just thinking about throwing something at your head,” you sigh. Pulling the plug on the drain, you watch as the soapy water disappears. Hopefully it takes any evidence of your thoughts with it, but you have a feeling that your reddened cheeks have already given you away. “Why are you creeping outside my window?”

Jungkook’s golden laughter makes the corners of your mouth turn up. “Ah, I tried to knock. I don’t think you heard me, though.”

You blink. “Oh.” Has it already been an hour?

Did you just spend an hour washing the same plate while daydreaming?

“Oh is right. Now, are you gonna let me in?”

Wiping your hands on a dish towel, it’s one with stitched stars on it that Yoongi gifted you a couple of years ago, you hurry over to open the door. The second you do, Jungkook is stepping inside and locking you in a bear hug. Your squeal is muffled as you’re buried in his embrace, but you can’t quite find it in yourself to complain.

He smells like vanilla.

“Happy Saturday,” you stammer out. From where your head is pressed up against Jungkook’s chest, you can hear how his heart is hammering against his ribs.

Taking a step back to see what’s wrong, you frown as he looks at you with a fairly calm expression. There’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes which you’re sure is mirrored in your own.

“Happy Saturday to you, too. Ready?”

No, not really. Not since you’ve been planted at the sink, little beads of sweat forming due to the steaming water.

“Give me five minutes to freshen up?” You ask with an apologetic smile. Jungkook waves you off, pulling up the sleeves of his black, long-sleeve shirt and heading toward the kitchen.

“Sure, take your time. We don’t have a strict schedule tonight.”

Without waiting to see what he intends to do in your kitchen (pilfer snacks being the most likely course of action), you hurry to your bedroom.

There are hints of them everywhere you look.

One of the flowers from Jin’s bouquet is hanging upside down to dry above your dresser. You felt a bit like a teen doing that, but a small piece of you wanted to keep some sort of memory of last week’s date.

Jimin’s music box sits beside the books you bought with Namjoon. You’ve found that listening to the music box while reading is quickly becoming a habit of yours.

Of course, that means you snack on the walnuts that Taehyung left for you while reading. You hadn’t even realized that he left them until this past week. They’d been hiding in your cupboard, and you’d taken quite a liking to them. Either that, or the small sticky note that was attached to the bag.

A single heart traced in bold lines and scribbles.

Slipping on Hobi’s bracelet has become like second nature, making you smile as you twist it around the face the right way.

“Ok,” you breathe out with a glance toward the mirror. You smooth out your hair, straightening your blouse and black jeans. “Here we go.”

Of course, you can’t forget the biggest reminder of the boys.

The copy of the pact that you stole from Jin last week, currently atop your dresser-

“Oh no,” you breathe out as soon as you remember that the pact is not where it’s supposed to be.

You’d taken it out earlier for some light perusing, and had left it out on the coffee table. As far as you knew, none of the boys were aware of your thievery. Yet.

Sneaking out of your room and tiptoeing down the hall, you hear Jungkook humming to himself in the kitchen. Trying to remain as quiet as possible, you make a beeline for the front room.

You let out a sigh of relief when the pact is still undisturbed on the table. Swooping down to grab it, you turn on your heel and-

“AH!!!”

“Ah!” Jungkook yells back, towering over you.

“Why would you-” you hit one shoulder “sneak up-” you assault the other “on me like that?!”

Jungkook grabs your wrist, nose scrunching up as he looks at you like you’re some sweet woodland animal and not a crazy woman.

“Why so jumpy today?” He croons, doing his best to get under your skin. Then he frowns, releasing your wrist in exchange for stepping a little closer. “Is everything ok?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, gripping the pact in your free hand behind your back. “I just have to put something away and then we’re good to go, ok?”

He assesses you for another minute before stepping aside. “Sounds good.”

Rushing to your room and closing the door, you rest against it for a moment and close your eyes. So far, so good. Right?

Stuffing the pact into a drawer in your dresser, you grab your things and double check yourself in the mirror.

Why are you so jumpy today?

Perhaps the fact that all of this is coming to an end very soon is what has you on edge. The fact that Jungkook is here means that there’s only one date left.

And then what?

It’s a question you don’t know how to answer. And yet, you’re the only one that can.

Taking a steadying breath, you salute your reflection and head out.

Jungkook waits for you by the door, looking…well, looking like Jungkook. Black shirt, drawstring army green pants, thick boots. His hair looks a little windblown, which you know has become a recent sort of addiction for him. The thought of him driving with the windows down makes you grin. No doubt he looked like some sort of excited puppy with his hair flying in the wind.

Jungkook, unaware of you train of thought, just grins back.

“You look great,” he mumbles out, a tinge of pink giving him away. For all of your antics that you have a tendency to get into, you sometimes forget that Jungkook is one of the shyest out of all the boys.

“So do you,” you respond. Turning before you can spot the smile on his face, Jungkook opens up the door and escorts you outside. “What’s on the agenda for tonight?”

“Well, that depends,” Jungkook skips down the steps, shoving his hands in his pockets. He reaches the car before you, pulling the passenger side door open. “What do you wanna do?”

You pause before sliding into the car, noting that it’s the same one you took with Namjoon. It’s an SUV, much more spacious than the smaller cars you drove in with Hobi or Tae. “What do you mean?”

Shrugging, Jungkook heads over to the other side of the car before hopping in. You finally get in as well, looking at the boy quizzically. He fiddles with the keys, glancing over at you before resting his hands atop the steering wheel.

“This is your sixth date,” he muses. “I figured that this might be nice, for a change. You say the word, and I’ll take you wherever you wanna go. We have…” he squint at the clock, which reads seven o’clock. “Approximately five hours.”

“Huh.” You lean back against your seat, staring out at the road with a dumbfounded expression. “Really? Did you just not plan anything?”

Jungkook looks offended. “Of course I did! I have a backup plan if you can’t come up with anything. I don’t know…I just thought it might be nice. Let’s go do whatever you want.”

The gears in your mind begin to turn and you’re half tempted to just go with whatever Jungkook has as his backup plan, until you remember something.

“You mean it?” You ask, wiggling your brows at Jungkook. “Whatever I want?”

Jungkook stares in disbelief at the rundown building, a smile fighting its way onto his cheeks. “This? This is what you wanted?”

He must have thought that you’d choose something a bit more daring than this. However, you nod happily, slipping out of your seat and wandering over to his side of the car. He still remains inside, looking at the building with absolute confusion. With a sly grin, you open up his door and gesture for him to exit.

“C’mon, let’s eat.”

Together you make your way inside the open air restaurant, taking in the sight and smells. You wave at the worker behind the front counter, who grins and waves back at you.

Taking a seat in the far corner at a plastic chair and table, you can’t help but laugh at the awestruck expression on Jungkook’s face. The lighting inside is poor, it doesn’t quite reach your corner of the room. However, just enough of it reaches Jungkook to highlight the shadows on his face and occasionally catch on his eyes.

“This place has the best lamb skewers,” you explain. “I haven’t come out in a long time.”

Jungkook’s expression melts into one of adoration as he looks at you, and you wonder if he realizes it. “I love lamb skewers.”

“I know.”

When you’re ready, you call out your order to a passing worker. They nod, rushing to the back to pass it on. A few people are scattered throughout the restaurant, most of which are too enraptured by their food or their friends to pay any attention to you two. Jungkook blends right in, except for his giant boots that set him apart. Hopefully nobody will pay them any mind.

Settled across the table from Jungkook, you let out a sigh of relief.

“What?” Jungkook immediately asks, ever the intuitive one. “Are you sure everything’s alright? Maybe I should’ve come up with something fun to do instead of make you choose-”

You hold up a hand, waving him off. “No, I’m happy. This is…nice.”

Jungkook blinks, and suddenly you’re reminded of a date you went on in middle school. He somehow manages to revive those same butterflies when he looks at you like that.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you reassure. “Although I am a little surprised that you aren’t the final date. Didn’t you decide the order?”

“Ah,” Jungkook leans back, forgetting that he’s sitting on a stool. He nearly topples over, making you lurch forward and grab his hand. “Uh, thank you,” he mutters as he sits up straight.

“Careful,” you quietly chide, going to sit back down. You attempt to take your hand out of his grasp, but Jungkook latches on. Intertwining his fingers through yours, he gives you a soft smile which has you relaxing in his grasp.

Resting your hands in the center of the table, Jungkook speaks up again. “Anyways, yeah. The order. I was planning on going last, but then the thing that Yoongi has planned didn’t work out for any other weekend. So we swapped.” He takes up tracing the outline of your knuckles, resting his chin in the palm of his free hand.

“I see.” The way that the shadows are playing with Jungkook’s features has you remembering a different time when you two were stuck a in dark room. “So…uh…” you try to come up with something else to say in order to fight off the memory of Jungkook’s arms around you.

You suppose that’s when it all started. And that’s traitorous question which had popped up into your mind in the haunted house, when you wondered if Jungkook was about to kiss you.

And you wondered if you’d let him.

Sitting across from him now and seeing how his eyes widen with excitement as your food is placed before you, you try and fail to fight off a similar question. One that’s been plaguing you for weeks now.

“These’re ‘mazing,” Jungkook coos as he takes another bite of the lamb skewer. “Why haven’t you told me about this place before?”

Chuckling at his reaction, you grab his wrist and angle the skewer toward you. Leaning forward, you take a bite of the food and watch as Jungkook visibly swallows.

You shrug. “It didn’t seem like something worth sharing at the time.”

“Mmm,” Jungkook appears to be scolding you, but the words aren’t quite coming out as food keeps going in. “Mm-mmhmm.”

You burst out laughing at his impressive performance, leaning back and-

Thwack!

Stool slipping out from under you, you collapse onto the ground in a fit of laughter. Jungkook throws his food down, jumping up to his feet and looking concerned until he sees that you’re still laughing. Shaking his head, he extends his hand and helps you back to your feet.

“It’s gonna be a miracle if we make it out of this place without a concussion.”

You wipe fake tears from your eyes, settling back down on your chair. “Promise me you’ll pay for my hospital bills?”

“I’ll consider it.”

When you gasp in offense, he points to the food. “Hey! It’s not my fault that you were keeping vital information from me! That really threw a wrench in my trust for you!”

“This is what you consider vital information?”

“Hey, don’t judge me.”

“I’m just saying…it’s a little concerning.”

“Don’t we tell each other everything?” Jungkook shoots back with pleading eyes. To an outsider, it looks like a typical lover’s quarrel. Little do they know, you’re bickering about lamb skewers.

You shoot him a pointed look. “Oh-ho, you really wanna talk about sharing everything? Need I mention a certain pact-”

“No, you do not.”

“Hmph.” You cross your arms. “That’s what I thought.”

“In my defense, I did tell you. Eventually.” From the way he begins chewing on his lips you can tell that he’s remembering the circumstances in which he told you about the pact.

However, it’s the way his eyes dart down to your mouth that have you recalling a feeling of unfinished business with Jungkook. You’re not quite sure what it is, but it’s there.

“After two years.”

He points a finger at you. “Hey, two and a half- oh, wait.”

“That didn’t help.”

“No yeah, I see that now.”

You snort, grabbing some food. It’s all too easy to slip back into your familiar banter with Jungkook. You’ve missed it.

Jungkook looks a little lost in his thoughts as he munches on his lamb skewer, a pout forming on his face. You nudge his knee under the table, shooting him a questioning look.

“What’s up?” You ask quietly.

He resumes chewing on the inside of his cheek, staring down at his food like he’s about to interrogate it. “Do you regret it?”

You’re not exactly sure what he’s referring to, but either way it leaves a knot in your stomach. “Regret what, Guk?”

Jungkook shrugs, his pout only growing. “Finding out about it? Agreeing to all this?”

Setting your food down, you ponder for a moment over the past six weeks. Perhaps a small part of you does regret knowing. However, it’s more for the fact that you know things can’t return to normal. Not after all you’ve experienced. Not after the way certain people have managed to lodge themselves into your heart more than you’d care to imagine.

“This,” you begin, and without thought you find yourself reaching across the table for Jungkook’s hand. He reads your thoughts, meeting you halfway. “Is the most terrifying thing I think I’ve ever done. It’s weird, and new, and frightening.”

Jungkook nods, seeming to have expected this. Before he can come to some silent understanding within his mind, you continue on.

“But I wouldn’t change it for the world. These last six weeks have been…” you shake your head, struggling to find the words.

How do you put this into words? Those small moments between breaths, the way you felt from the way some of the boys looked at you. How do you explain that you have never before felt so loved in your life? That despite the worries and improbability of it all, you would never change it for the world?

“…perfect.”

Blinking up at you, Jungkook looks a little shocked. “Perfect?”

“I’m glad you told me,” you admit, voice coming out a nothing more than a whisper. “I hope you don’t regret it.”

Jungkook’s eyes trail down to where your hands are interlocked. “I’m glad I told you, too.”

You feel so warm, sitting here. The food is half gone, the restaurant is loud and busy. Jungkook keeps one hand in yours as he takes up his skewer again, making sure to give you a bite every once in a while.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice the rain that begins to fall. It drizzles at first, however when a clash of lightning strikes, you jolt. Jungkook squeezes your hand.

“Eat up,” he mumbles. “What do you wanna do after this?”

The rainfall seems to quell your thoughts, finally silencing them as you focus entirely on Jungkook. “I’m not sure…how about you choose? I already chose the food.”

Jungkook harrumphs his agreement, jumping up to go pay while you finish off the remaining food. It’s utterly delicious, even more so than you remember. Truly, your love of food knows no bounds.

You snort at yourself, probably looking like an idiot but enjoying your own company. Jungkook wanders back over, a half-smile already on his face at your state.

“What’s so funny?”

You shake your head, pointing to the platters of food. “I swear, I’m just using you guys so I can eat whatever I want. It’s amazing.”

Jungkook lets out a startled laugh. “I can’t believe you. Using us like that.” There’s no bite in his words, which only makes it all so much better. “C’mon, we’ll have to hurry to the car. It’s pouring out there.”

Indeed it is. Together the two of you sprint toward the car, cursing the fact that you didn’t have to foresight to at least bring a jacket. Instead you fend off the rain by throwing your hands over your head, heart melting a bit when you feel Jungkook trying his best to lean over you to take the brunt of the attack.

Once you’ve leapt inside the car it’s only a matter of seconds before Jungkook is on the other side. He shakes out his hair as he starts up the car, making you shout in protest.

Naturally, he does it a bit more.

“Yah!” You shout. “I surrender!”

This seems to sate him, making him smile at you mischievously. “Good.” Pulling out onto the road, he takes off toward an unknown destination. “Sit tight, we’ll be there in a bit.”

It doesn’t take long to get there. It’s a little difficult to tell where you are exactly due to the heavy rain, but you can just make out a pond and grove of trees beyond the downpour.

“Stay right here,” Jungkook instructs before diving out of the car.

Like, literally dives. You’re fairly certain he goes headfirst, making you burst out into peals of laughter. He reappears a second later, already drenched while he begins to lay the seats down. You’re dying to ask what he’s doing, but you’re not sure if he would be able to hear you as heavy raindrops thud against the roof.

Once he’s managed to get all of the seats down, he makes his way to the trunk. He glances up to where you watch from the front seat, a look of determination shining in his eyes.

“Close your eyes,” he orders. It’s hard to hear him, but it’s easy enough to read his lips. They’re glistening with raindrops, which he hasn’t bothered to lick off yet-

Er, it’s not like you were staring. Nah. No. Nothing like that. Just happened to notice them.

Yeah. That’s what it was.

Despite your curiosity, you turn around to face the front and close your eyes. It’s hard to tell what’s going on behind you, but you occasionally catch the sound of Jungkook crawling around.

It feels like an eternity later when Jungkook opens up your door, making you jump at the sudden onslaught of rain. He grins at you from behind his soaked hair, extending his hand.

“Hurry!”

Jumping out of the car, you chase after Jungkook who keeps a firm grip on your hand. He leads you around to the back of the car, where he hurries to open up the trunk.

You hardly have time to take in the sight the unfolds before your eyes before Jungkook wrapping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into the car. You push your hair out of your eyes, about to crawl forward when a hand on your ankle stops you.

“Shoes!” Jungkook shouts, apparently past the point of speaking in full sentences. Turning around to sit down properly, you get to work on one of your sneakers while Jungkook takes the other. Once they’re off, you crawl up to the front to toss them onto the floor.

Once they’re safely stowed away, you turn around and take a look at the back of the car.

Somehow, in the span of just a couple of minutes, Jungkook has transformed the back of the car into an impromptu paradise.

As he clambers in and brushes past you to toss his shoes up front, you gape. A couple of pillows are propped up on the edges of the car, looking like clouds amidst the sea of the comforter. The blanket itself is soft to the touch, and you spot another blanket folded in the corner. Hanging from the latches on the ceiling are battery powered string lights, dowsing you in a fairy-like dreamland.

The hatch remains open, providing a breathtaking view. Sure enough, there’s a pond. Just beyond the bond stands a grove of tall trees, hardly wavering in the rain. The entire view is nothing short of ethereal. It’s enough to leave you wondering for a moment if you’ve unintentionally wandered into some strange remake of A Midsummer Night’s Dream because you’ve become that there’s no way magic doesn’t exist.

And there’s Jungkook, sitting across from you with a timid smile while he delves into one of his many pockets in his cargo pants. A second later he produces a deck of cards, tossing them between you where they land softly on the thick comforter.

“This,” he says a touch breathlessly, “was my backup plan.”

There are no words left in your brain to describe this moment. The way water droplets drip from the long strands of Jungkook’s hair has you mesmerized, and you force yourself to reach out for that deck of cards and slide them from the box.

“This,” you stammer out, “is the best backup plan ever.”

Jungkook is radiant as his smile grows, nose scrunching up and a soft chuckle leaving those lips. “Thanks.”

You’re not sure how long you’re in the back of the car, playing Egyptian Ratscrew until tears are running from your eyes as you laugh and squeal. Jungkook inevitably wins, probably due to your vision being impaired by said tears. Eventually you decline a 33rd round (he says that it’s only the eleventh but your throbbing hands say it’s definitely the 33rd) in favor of laying out and watching the rain.

Jungkook joins you where you sprawl out on your stomach, watching the ripples in the pond as the rain continues. It’s let up a bit more now, but the sound of rain on the roof is enough to lull you into a tired trance.

Leaning into your side, Jungkook loops his arm through yours until his hand is resting on your own. You automatically rest your head against his shoulder, letting out a content sigh.

“Your hands are so red,” Jungkook whispers. You snort, examining your abused hands.

“Yeah, I told you that you slap hard,” you whisper back furiously. Jungkook chuckles, making you shake along with him.

“Don’t act all innocent. You about killed me,” he replies, showing off his reddened hands. “I forgot how brutal that game is.”

“Me too. But it’s so fun.”

“Mmm.”

“I mean, when else do I get a free pass to slap you?”

Now Jungkook laughs in earnest, the sound going straight to your heart. “You’re ruthless.”

“Hey, you’re the one that has a thing for ruthless women.”

“Touché.”

Soon the rhythm of the rain fades into the background as Jungkook takes up a melody, humming softly. Your eyes drift shut, taking in the sound.

It would be so easy to stay here forever. The blanket is so soft, Jungkook is so sweet, the view so perfect.

Your lips form the words before you completely comprehend what’s going on. “…wanna stay here.”

“Hmm?” Jungkook asks, his voice coming from above you. He shifts, arm resting along your back and wrapping around your waist. “What’d you say, jagiya?”

“I wanna stay.”

“We can stay a little longer,” he reassures gently. You shake your head, nuzzling deeper into his side.

“Forever, though.”

“You wanna stay forever?”

“Mhmm.”

Jungkook brushes a hand through your hair before running a finger along your jawline. “Back here, with me? And the blankets?”

You hum in agreement. “And the lights and the rain.”

He lets out a breathy laugh. “It can’t rain forever, jagiya.”

“Why not?” Your brain isn’t completely coherent at the moment, but you don’t try to stop it.

“We’d float away.”

“Oh.”

“Ok?”

“Mm.”

Eventually the rain turns into a light drizzle and Jungkook deems it time to head back. It’s already late, but you find yourself wanting to bask in the soft glow that the string lights provide for just a moment longer.

Jungkook reassures you that he won’t put the seats back up yet, but that you need to head up front. Getting up and moving seems to kickstart your brain, and you’re much more awake when you settle into the front seat.

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the radio quietly singing. You two sing along, and you stare out the window as you drive down the streets of Itaewon. You pass the spot you ate earlier, making you smile.

All too soon, you’re turning onto your street. It’s enough to make you attempt sinking through the seat, but Jungkook parks the car and comes around to your side.

“Welcome home,” he mumbles as you slide out of the car. You turn your face up to the sky, allowing the light rain to wake you up a bit more.

“Thank you.”

Jungkook takes your hand in his as you head up the stairs to your apartment, and you wonder for a moment if that’s your racing pulse you feel or his own. It’s that question that has you racing back to reality.

The doorstep.

You reach your door, turning to face Jungkook. You haven’t even tried getting your keys out yet, the thought hasn’t crossed your mind. Instead, you stare up at Jungkook only to find him chewing on the inside of his cheek and staring down at the ground. He massages the back of his neck, looking for all the world like he’s forgotten how to speak.

“Thank you,” you repeat for the second time in less than a minute. “I really enjoyed it, Jungkook. I…” your words trail off as Jungkook takes a step forward, hands reaching around you to wrap around the railing of your porch.

“Do you ever wonder what might have happened…” Jungkook’s eyes snap up to yours, and they betray his next words as they drift to your lips. “If I had kissed you that night?”

A sound comes out of your throat, however you’re not sure if it was a half-formed word or simply a reaction to the way Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip as he tilts his head to one side.

He takes another micro-step, effectively trapping you between him and the wrought iron railing. “Because I do. Every day.”

Again, that question comes flying back from the catacombs of your memory. Right now, you wonder if he’ll kiss you.

You wonder if you’d let him.

The fact that this question has been on your mind for so long makes you realize the answer to his question.

You’re not sure how you manage to speak as you feel Jungkook’s hands slide onto your waist, but you do. “Y-yes. I do.” Taking a deep breath you utter out, “Of course I do.”

Another step, a bit of rain slipping down the bridge of his nose. He looks like he’s stopped breathing, but you wonder if that’s only because you’re holding your breath.

He’s leaning down, eyes so focused on yours that you feel as though your soul has been laid out before him. Finally, once he’s mere millimeters away, he takes a shaky breath.

“Just once.”

You wonder if it was meant more for himself than for you, but you don’t have time to entertain the thought for long before he’s pressing forward.

The first touch of his lips against yours reminds you of the paradise you were in just minutes ago. His lips are soft – so soft – against yours, reminding you of resting on a cloud. His lips are hesitant, so unlike the iron-like grip he has on your hips.

Some part of your brain is screaming at you, although you’re unsure of why. What could the consequences of such a beautiful action be?

It’s beautiful enough to make you frown when Jungkook pulls away, the raindrops on his lips long gone as you taste them on your lips. He looks down at you sheepishly, taking a single step back.

“I- I…” he chokes the words out, looking like there might be an internal war going on in his head as well. For a moment, he wins. “One more,” he whispers, the words almost lost to the soft pitter patter of the rain.

He’s much faster this time, throwing caution to the wind as he closes in on you. One hand tangles itself in your hair, the other caressing your cheek as you sigh against his mouth. The kiss is a little sloppy, the force of it nearly making you stumble backward. You cling to his shirt in an effort to remain upright, attempting to somehow crawl closer despite your already close proximity.

One more quickly turns into two, then three. All you know is the feel of his lips against yours and the rain gently falling, having lost count a while ago.

Everything is Jungkook, Jungkook-

Completely unbidden, someone else floats into your train of thought.

You gasp as your thoughts take an unexpected turn, eyes flying open. The sight before you completely wrecks you.

Jungkook leans forward once more, hair a mess and cheeks rosy pink. There’s a dazed look in his eyes, and you realize that he must have assumed you just needed to breathe before falling into you again.

He leans in, quick to turn your thoughts toward him again. Soon it’s him, all him in your head.

And yet-

You stumble back as though struck by lightning, then jump in earnest as lightning does strike. Jungkook stares at you, but for a brief moment as his features are lit up by the lightning, all you can see is him.

What does that even mean?

“I- uh…” you’re practically panting, fighting with all you have to not reach out for Jungkook as he takes a step back. His eyes clear a bit, and you can already see the guilt festering in his eyes. You attempt a joke. “Aren’t you breaking rule #5?”

Jungkook blinks at you. “What? I…that was…a lot. I’m so sorry…rule five? What?”

“You know…the pact, rule five-” you throw a hand over your mouth, realizing that you may have said too much.

“How do you know that’s rule #5?” Jungkook asks, but you’re already pushing him off your porch and fumbling for your keys. “Wait, have you read-”

“Thanks again, Jungkook!” You shout over your shoulder, throwing your front door open. “And, er, I liked kissing you- wait, that’s not normal-”

Jungkook laughs, although still looking concerned. He frowns, and you do your best to avoid noting just how much pinker his lips look now. “I hope you’re ok-”

“Great! I’m great!”

You’re not. You’re a little frantic at the moment, but great.

With that, Jungkook waves goodbye and turns away, bidding you goodnight.

It’s a long time before you move out of the front room. Instead, you take up camp on your couch, staring off into the distance. Replaying, rewinding, reliving what just happened.

In the end, you’re more confused than when you began.

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