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Void - Part 9 - Tuesday (M)

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Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 5.7k

Part 9 / ?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: explicit sexual content, entirely too much discussion about semen, some jealousy, possessiveness and slut-shaming, semi-accidental voyeurism

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A rush of cold air against your sweaty skin makes you shiver. It’s much cooler out here in the hallway than in the steamy sleep pod behind you. You leave Jungkook behind in the sleep pod, still getting his clothes back on, but your lingering arousal stays with you.

You’ve barely made it two steps into the hallway when the door across from you opens. Jimin leans against the door frame. Damn, he looks good. He has the sleeves of his dark blue jumpsuit tied around his waist, leaving him in just a loose white t-shirt that rides up his arms as he crosses them.

“Well, good morning to you,” he says. “And what have you been up to this morning?” The smirk on his face makes it clear he knows damn well what you’ve been up to this morning.

“Umm…” You wiggle your hips in discomfort, the remnants of Jungkook sliding between your thighs.

Mercifully, Jimin doesn’t actually make you tell him what you’ve been up to. “Do you have a minute to talk?” he asks, beckoning you to join him in his pod.

Lord, you really don’t want to have an awkward relationship conversation with Jimin with Jungkook’s semen still inside you. You try to brush him off. “I have a lot of work to do this morning, Jimin.”

He snorts. “Seems like you’ve already gotten a lot done.” He lets the statement hang there as he smirks at you again. It’s very annoying how hot he is right now.

The click of the door latch behind you startles you into action. The last thing you want is to be trapped in this narrow hallway with both Jimin and Jungkook. “Yeah, okay,” you say, diving into Jimin’s pod before Jungkook sees you.

“So should I plan on waking up to the sound of you fucking other men every morning or only on Tuesdays?” Jimin asks as he closes the door.

“Well, not on Thursdays.” You are trying to flirtatiously deflect, but irritation flashes across Jimin’s face.

“Yes, well,” he mutters. “I guess I’ll just wait my turn.”

“Hey, you suggested sharing first,” you reply defensively.

“With one man, not six.”

“Why does the number matter?” You’re already carving yourself into pieces to make them all happy, why did it matter how many? “You’ll still get your turn.”

“Bah!”Jimin stomps his foot in frustration. “I’m not some toddler who is bad at sharing a toy! I don’t want to have you just because it’s my turn.” He almost reaches for you again, but drops his hands in defeat. “I want you to want me.”

You sigh. “I do want you, Jimin.” Even first thing in the morning, with his dark hair falling loosely over his forehead, he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. How can you explain that you are genuinely and specifically attracted to all of your crew members without sounding like a floozy? “I’ve wanted you ever since I watched that damn video of yours. And long before that too.”

“Really?” He bites his plush lower lip. “How long?”

You fold your arms and lean back against the other side of the pod. Memories come back to you of your space walk training at the bottom of the ICSE pool. Jimin always hated the overly warm training suits and would strip out of them long before reaching the men’s locker room. His sweaty t-shirts would stick to his skin, slightly translucent. It was impossible to keep your eyes off him as he’d laugh with the other guys and brush his hair back off his forehead, indifferent to your presence. “Longer than you’ve wanted me,” you finally answer.

His eyes widen in surprise. “On Earth?” he asks.

You nod. You chastise your past self for ever thinking that your insatiable thirsting for your crew wouldn’t become a problem eventually.

“Shit.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I had no idea.” He steps closer to you. “You were always so closed off.”

“Well, I’m not supposed to want you. Wanting you is highly inconvenient.”

He smiles as he leans in. “But you just can’t help yourself?” He glances down to your lips.

“Oh, don’t look so smug.” You push against his chest as his hands find their way around your waist.

“I’m allowed to be smug.” He rests his forehead against yours. “The hottest woman in the universe wants me.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m the only woman in your—“

But his lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence, one hand gripping your waist as the other finds its way to the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

All your arousal that had been simmering just below the surface comes rushing back as his fingers caress your neck and along your jaw. His lips are just the right balance of soft and firm. You moan as he breaks away from your lips to begin kissing down the side of your neck.

“But then how can you only want me on Thursdays?” he asks between kisses. “I want you every day. Mondays. Tuesdays. Wednesdays. All the time. God, I haven’t even bothered to remember what day of the week it is for the last two years and now it’s all I can think about.”

“I obviously don’t only want you on Thursdays.” You gasp as his hand finds your breast over your jumpsuit, closer to the surface then it would normally be since you abandoned your shirt with Jungkook. “I’m just trying to be fair.”

“Fairness is overrated.” He sucks on the junction of your neck and collarbone as you tilt your head back to give him more access. “Shit, are you not wearing a shirt?”

His hand is on your zipper before you can answer, tugging it down to discover the answer for himself. “Good lord,” he mutters, hands caressing your bare sides and breasts. “Where is your shirt?”

“I’m having a bit of a laundry problem.” You run your fingers through his hair, holding tight as he peels down your bra and runs his tongue across your nipple. “Somehow all my clothes are covered in cum.”

He groans out loud at that, sinking to his knees as he kisses down your belly, following the opening in your jumpsuit. “Shit, really? Jungkook?” And then he pauses and looks up at you. “What did he do?”

“You really want to know?” You ask and Jimin nods. You laugh. “It’s more what I did to him.”

“Tell me,” he urges. “And take this off.” He tugs at the bottom of your zipper.

“Made him beg.” You shrug out of the jumpsuit, in your bra and panties once again. Your panties stick to you where Jungkook’s remnants have merged with your own arousal. Jimin’s eyes are glued to them. “Rode him until he came inside me.”

Jimin licks his lips and looks up at you. “Can I see?”

You tilt your head curiously. “That doesn’t bother you?”

He laughs a little, shaking his head. “Maybe it will later, but right now, it’s just super hot.”

A whole new rush of heat runs through you as you slide your panties down. This is the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done. One man kneeling rapturously in front of you to see you covered in the release of someone else. It’s debauched and it’s glorious. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if you should stop this and wait for Jimin’s assigned day, but your logical brain vacated its post the moment Jimin knelt in front of you.

“You do like being messy, don’t you?” He runs a careful finger along your labia and your legs tremble. “Doesn’t matter whose cum it is, does it?”

“Fuck, Jimin, please.” You tug on his hair, needing him to do something, anything.

He gathers a glob on his finger before flicking it to the floor. He stands up and kisses you again, the hand sticky with cum now caressing your cheek. It’s both tender and filthy. And then he’s turning you around to face the wall of the pod. “Bend over.”

Your legs are trembling so hard you have to cling to the wall, but you allow him to guide you down so you’re bent at ninety degrees, hands on the wall, ass out. You hear him strip out of his clothes and then a finger slips inside you.

“God, you’re so wet.” His hands grip your hips as he replaces his finger with his cock. “How many times did he get you off?”

Jimin eases his way into you and the tenderness makes you groan. “He didn’t,” you pant.

“Amateur,’ Jimin scoffs. He reaches around to your front and finds your sensitive clit. The trembling in your legs gets stronger as he begins rolling his hips.

“He wanted to,” you gasp. “Didn’t let him.”

“Don’t even care about your own pleasure, huh? Just want to take all the cock you can?” He pairs the teasing with a firm pressure from both inside and out and you’re shattering around him, unable to deny how much it turns you on to be used by them all.

You hear the smile in Jimin’s voice, how proud he is of himself, as he tightens his grip on your hips and speeds up his pace.

“You’re mine now though. You were mine first and you’ll always be mine. Whenever any of them fuck you, I’ll fuck them out of you. Replace them with me. The only cum you’ll be carrying around inside you is mine.”

He stills, leans over to kiss your back and neck as he fills you up. You can feel his self-satisfied grin against the skin of your back.

He slides out of you, patting your ass as he goes. Your whole body flushes as yet more cum leaks from you. God, you’re a mess. He kneels down behind you and picks up your panties, sliding them back up your legs.

“That’s better,” he says as he slides them up and over your ass, trapping his cum against you.

“Uh, thanks,” you reply, completely at a loss for what to say as a weird cold feeling begins churning in your stomach. You have the sudden worry that Jimin is going to expect every day to go like this, even those that aren’t his. “Gonna go clean up now.”

Jimin grins and kisses your cheek. “See you soon,” he whispers.

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And so you find yourself once again attempting to de-sperm yourself in the space toilets. Another tinge of doubt washes over you as you stare at the flimsy compostable toilet paper and contemplate trying to do this every day for the next 12 years. Is that what you’ve committed yourself to? Multiple times a day? Multiple men per day? Surely they will grow bored of you eventually, right? This falls way outside your mission parameters. Maybe you should call this whole thing off.

Despite your best efforts with the toilet paper, you’re still gross and sticky. Your jumpsuit and underwear are gross and sticky too. There’s nothing for it. You need a shower and some clean clothes.

Showers weren’t an everyday luxury on the Minos. You could only manage once or twice a week without outpacing the water reclamation system. Technically you weren’t due for another day or two, but you couldn’t wait any longer.

The showers and the laundry machines sit in the same section of the ship near the water tanks. Before heading there, you jog back to your sleep pod to gather up the rest of your dirty laundry. Jungkook is long gone. Your shirt/make-shift blindfold lies thrown in a corner. As you gather up your scattered clothes, the stink of your laundry makes another way of regret wash over you. You were only one and half days into your new plan and all your clothes are covered in bodily fluids. This is exhausting.

The laundry machines and showers also happen to sit right next to Yoongi’s workshop and you can’t help wondering about him as you walk in that direction. You haven’t seen him since your striptease in the kitchen.

“Okay, I’m in,” he had sent you. It betrayed so very little of what he’s thinking. And the question of what exactly he wants from you is still unanswered. But at least he has admitted to wanting you. Your stride slows as you pass his workshop, scanning with your peripheral vision while trying to look like you aren’t checking to see if he’s in there.

But the workshop is dark and empty. Whatever his feelings for you, they will remain a mystery for now.

God, what is the matter with you? You’ve already fucked two men this morning and here you are pining for a third. That can’t be normal, can it? The ICSE really fucked up when they decided to send the world’s horniest woman on this mission.

You continue to chastise yourself as you load your laundry into the machines. The laundry machines sit in a vestibule just outside the showers with a door to the hallway that locks, so you are able to strip off the clothes you are wearing now as well and run them through the laundry while you shower. Removing your wet underwear makes you cringe. How have you managed to go from “first woman to pass the orbit of Mars” to “woman with two different men’s semen in her underwear”?

You’re so preoccupied with your self-slut-shaming that you don’t hear the water running behind the shower door. The door was unlocked and there weren’t any clothes in the machines, so you just assumed the shower was empty. But you are wrong.

Flight Engineer Min Yoongi is standing in the shower completely naked and dripping wet. His back is to you as he washes his face. His long dark hair runs down over his shoulders. When did his hair get so long?

He doesn’t see you, face still covered in soap, but turns his head as the door clicks open. “Hey! Occupied!” he calls out.

“Oh shit!” you curse, backing up. Shit. You’re naked too. Shit. All your clothes are in the washing machine and must be soaking wet by now. You attempt to cover yourself with your hands as you debate how to get out of here.

“Oh, is that you, Officer?” he chuckles, wiping the soap and water from his eyes before turning to greet you, smirk on his face. “I thought I wouldn’t be seeing you until Friday. Come to get a sneak peek?”

Your face is on fire, you are so embarrassed. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

He looks totally calm, running his gaze up and down you luxuriously. “No worries. We are in a ‘consensual sexual relationship’ now, aren’t we? Or should I be hiding my dick from you Saturday to Thursday?”

His demeanor is infuriating and you feel so foolish. “Why didn’t you lock the door?”

He shrugs. “Tuesdays are my shower day. No one is ever here but me.” He looks you up and down again and there is really no hiding anything from him. “The real question is what are you doing here?”

Shit. How do you get out of this conversation? “I, umm, needed a shower.”

He laughs, turns off the water and shakes his head, long hair sending drops of water flying around the sealed room. “You know this plan of yours is gonna fuck with our whole shower schedule, right?”

It’s hard to focus on what he’s saying as he wraps his hand around his hair and pulls it up into a bun behind his head.

“When did your hair get so long?” Your voice is higher pitched than normal and you grimace.

“Oh yeah…” He tucks one of the shorter loose strands behind his ear. “It’s been getting in my way. I was going to ask if you might have time to cut it on Friday.” He pulls a towel from the wall behind him and wraps it around his waist.

“Oh, no, no, no…” you rush out, heart skipping a beat at the allusion to your day with him.

“Oh.” He frowns. “Okay. That’s fine.”

“No, I just mean, don’t cut it.” You giggle nervously. “I just mean, uh, it looks good. As is.”

“Aha.” He grins and you watch a water drop glide from his jaw down his throat. “Well, in that case, I imagine there are more enjoyable things we could be doing…” He walks closer, and reaches toward you as your heart races. You close your eyes and give up trying to cover yourself as his warm wet body comes right into your personal space. “On Friday,” he finishes, reaching the door handle behind you and popping it open.

God, you hate him. “Um, yeah, sounds good,” you mutter as you dive out of his way.

“Looking forward to it,” he replies, eyes dark with intention, before heading out the door. “Enjoy your shower, Officer.”

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A shower has you feeling much more like yourself again. But when you get to the kitchen for breakfast, you nearly walk right back out when you see who’s gathered around the table.

Jin, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung are all sitting at the table, munching on their breakfasts. The prospect of sitting next to three different men you’ve watched orgasm in the last 24 hours makes the idea of eating feel entirely impossible. Not to mention the very hot man you are just pretending to sleep with. How has your life gotten this messy?

You are about to flee down the hallway when Jin looks up and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Good morning!” Jin greets you and suddenly all four men’s eyes are on you. “Come sit with us!” He pats the chair next to him. “Taehyung made scorched rice.”

Your brain helpfully chooses this moment to remind you that the last time you saw Jin, you came on his face.

Taehyung nods enthusiastically and mumbles through a mouthful of rice. “There’s plenty left.” He swallows and gestures to the pot on the cooktop.

Jungkook springs up from his seat. “I’ll get you some!” He pulls out the chair between him and Jimin, not the one Jin was suggesting. “Have a seat.”

“Oh, uh, thanks, but I need some coffee too.”

“I’ll get it!” Jimin pops up too. “You rest.” He also clearly gestures at the seat that would put you next to him and Jungkook. Jin frowns slightly, while Taehyung bites back a laugh.

“Oh, okay…” You run out of objections and sit down at the table while Jungkook and Jimin run to bring you breakfast. “This really isn’t necessary,” you mumble, but they’re not listening.

Jungkook returns first with a bowl of stew and a plate of scorched rice for you and then sits down next to you. The memory of him on his knees begging to touch you flashes across your mind.

You take a bite of your food as the other men at the table resume eating. Jimin returns a minute later with your coffee. You take a sip and grimace at the too sweet concoction. Jimin still doesn't know how you take your coffee.

“Something wrong?” Jimin asks.

You swallow it down. “No, it’s fine. Thank you.”

There’s a few moments of silence while everyone eats, before Jin nudges Jungkook with his elbow. “Seems like someone got a pretty early start this morning, huh?” he says teasingly.

“Jin!” you gasp as Jungkook chokes on his food. “You can’t just say things like that!” You pat Jungkook on the back to make sure he doesn’t die.

“What?” Jin shrugs. “Isn’t everything supposed to be out in the open now?”

“Mmm,” Taehyung nods, hiding his mouth behind his hand as he laughs. “Like the bonobos.”

“Fucking bonobos.” Jimin groans.

“It seems more awkward not to talk about it.” Jin continues. “We all heard him in there. Why pretend otherwise?”

Jungkook finally manages to swallow. “You heard us?”

“The walls aren’t thick,” Jin laughs. “Impressive that you can go two rounds that early in the morning. Ah, to be young.”

“Two rounds?” Jungkook frowns in confusion. Your entire face feels like it will melt off. Jimin says nothing, but his hand finds your knee under the table next to him and squeezes it.

“Speaking of,” Taehyung interrupts. “Can I take you on a date tomorrow night?”

“We can take you on dates?” Jungkook asks.

“Um yeah, sure.” You answer both questions at once. “Though it’s not like there’s really anywhere to go.”

“Don’t worry. I have a plan,” Taehyung nods smugly.

“Can I take you on a date today?” Jungkook interjects. “Or do you only get one shot per day?”

“Uh… I don’t know. I didn’t really make rules that specific.”

Jimin’s thumb traces small circles around your knee and it’s a reminder that you’re not really sticking to even the limited rules you set out in the first place. Seven men is entirely too many men.

The conversation is mercifully interrupted by a shipwide message on your tablets. It’s from the commander.

“A reminder to all crew members that any activities of an intimate nature are to be conducted in the privacy of the sleep pods. They are not appropriate for the public areas of the ship, which are monitored and recorded.”

The choice to put this in a written communication rather than an in-person conversation is surprisingly passive aggressive for Namjoon.

Taehyung looks at you. “What did you do?”

“She took all her clothes off in the kitchen!” Jin laughs.

“Excuse you! I covered the camera! You’re the one who ran me ass-first into our commanding officer!”

Jin sighs in delight. “Man, you should have seen his face.”

Jimin’s hand slides further up your leg and you’ve had enough. “Thank you all so much for breakfast, but Hoseok must need me in the lab by now.” You gather the remainder of your breakfast into your arms and back out of the kitchen. “I’ll see you later.” You’re not even sure which man you’re talking to. All of them really. There’s no escape. You will see all of them later.

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For all your attraction to Hoseok and disappointment that he hasn’t signed your form yet, at the moment, you are a bit relieved. Hoseok puts on another science podcast and the two of you settle into your work for the day, safe in the knowledge that no one will come to proposition you.

Or so you think until the end of the day, when Jungkook shows up at the lab door with a large plastic storage bin under one arm. Hoseok spots him first.

“Hey, JK, what’s up?” he asks. “Do you have more samples for us?” He gestures to the box under Jungkook’s arm.

“Oh, no.” Jungkook swallows, glancing down at the box. “It’s actually food.”

“Food?” Hoseok asks.

Jungkook steps farther into the lab. “I was hoping to treat our biologist to a dinner date.”

“Oh!” You and Hoseok are surprised in unison.

“So you two are dating now?” Hoseok asks, looking back and forth between the two of you with raised eyebrows. “I thought this whole thing was just...”

He trails off without saying the rest of the thought out loud and a frown line appears between his eyebrows.

“I’m not really clear on myself.” Jungkook takes this as an invitation to put the bin down on the lab counter and turn to you. “What are the rules exactly? Are we dating? Are we dating all the time or only on Tuesdays? Is it time-bound and when does it end? Does it end at midnight or can we fall asleep together? Can I hold your hand? Can I kiss you? Can I only kiss you on Tuesdays?”

Hoseok’s frown deepens and you rush to cut off Jungkook’s torrent of questions. “It’s not dating,” you try to explain. “We’re not…It’s not a relationship. I’m just trying to help people fill the void of what they’re missing from Earth. Like if they miss dates, we can have dates.”

“But it doesn’t mean anything?” Hoseok asks and you are totally stumped for what he wants the answer to that question to be. “You’re just pretending to be together one day a week?”

“It’s not personal…” you reply, glancing back and forth between the two men, unsure which one you should be reassuring right now.

But how could it be personal when you’re the only option? Like obviously they wouldn’t be choosing to date you on Earth. None of them chose you at all. They just miss sex and relationships and you can help them with that. But you can’t let yourself pretend it’s real. Or that it’s about you.

“Nevermind.” Hoseok begins packing up his stuff. “It’s none of my business. I’ll leave you to your date.” The word “date” has a sarcastic bite to it that is unusual to hear in Hoseok’s voice. The temperature of the room seems to drop as he slings his supply bag over his shoulder and leaves.

Jungkook turns away from you and busies himself unpacking food from his box onto the counter. His shoulders are a bit slumped and you really wish you could have talked to him alone. “It’s nothing fancy,” he mutters. “Just some sandwiches and drinks.”

You walk over and rest your hand on his shoulder. “That’s really thoughtful, Jungkook, thank you.” He freezes for a moment when you rest your hand on his back, then sighs and leans into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur as you rub his back. He tilts his neck back and forth and groans in a pleased way. “We can hold hands. If you want. And you can kiss me.”

That’s all the greenlight Jungkook needs as he spins around and pulls you into his arms, He gives you a hungry kiss, then pulls back. “God, I would love you seven days a week if you’d let me.”

“I know, Jungkook.” A real tinge of sadness creeps into the edges of your mind. You can imagine a world in which it’s just you and Jungkook, passing the time to Europa in an endless string of orgasms and increasingly athletic sexual positions on every surface of the ship as he finds new ways to get you off. You hear Yoongi’s voice chastising you again. Nobody actually gets what they want.

But your regrets quickly melt away the more you kiss him. His kisses are full of fire and desperation. If anything, he seems even more eager than he was this morning. The memory of him kneeling before you, begging to be inside you, is intoxicating.

“I owe you an orgasm,” he murmurs between kisses.

You can get on board with that plan. “Maybe we skip dinner,” you say as you start steering him toward the door.

He finds your zipper. “Aww, but I worked so hard. I can get you off and we can still have time for dinner.”

Your hand stops his from pulling down the zipper any further. “Jungkook, this is the lab.”

“So?” Jungkook is too focused on running his hands up and down your hips and ass over your clothes.

“So…” you grab his hands to get his focus back on your face. “Namjoon said sleep pods only.”

There is more to it than that. Something about the lab feels particularly like a betrayal. But it’s hard to put into words.

“Oh come on, he just doesn’t want us on the cameras.” He starts guiding you by your hips toward the lab bench in the corner next to the door. “But I know where all the camera blindspots are.”

“I don’t know…”

“Just let me show you.” Continuing to kiss you, he slowly backs you up into the wall just to the right of the door. He leans his forearms on the wall above you, caging you against the wall in between the door and the lab counter. “Pull out your tablet,” he commands.

The camera feed of the lab visible on your tablet appears to show an empty room. “See,” he says, kissing your neck. “No one here. Nothing to see.”

He picks you up and sets your ass on the edge of the lab bench. You like being manhandled by him more than you care to admit. He wiggles his eyebrows mischievously. “And this gets you to just the right height…” And then he’s dropping to his knees again.

“I don’t know…” Your position up on the counter allows you to see out the window in the center of the lab door and out into the hallway. “What if someone sees us?” You want to sound concerned, but honestly the idea has you squeezing your legs together enthusiastically at the risk.

“They can’t see us from the main hall. They’d have to be coming into the lab.” Jungkook’s hand cups your jaw and turns your face back down to him. “Watch me.”

God, he’s so hot. Muscular hands and large eyes fixed entirely on you.

“Okay, okay, but be quick about it.” You shuck your jumpsuit and underwear down your legs.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He starts tracing little circles with his fingers up one thigh and trailing soft kisses up the other. “You remember when you were cutting my hair?”

“Yes….” you groan as his fingers reach the very top of your thigh, just short of where you really want them.

“And you were pulling my hair and using it to get my head in just the right position?”

You nod, ability to speak temporarily suspended as his mouth reaches the tender skin where your thigh meets your hip.

“Well this is all I’ve been dreaming about since then. So feel free to hold on.” He scoots even closer on his knees, resting your legs on his shoulders and guiding your hands to his hair.

You weave your hands through his soft dark hair and he groans. Arousal floods through you at the sound, your body responding in kind to how turned on he is. And then he dives in.

He starts slow, but firm, no hesitation. Long slow strokes of his tongue around your clit, holding a steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” you gasp. “How are you perfect at this too?”

He chuckles, so self-satisfied. “I’m a fast learner. Now will you relax and stop thinking?”

And you give yourself permission to let your guard down. To close your eyes. To relax into the sensations, the pleasure, the slow steady build. You’re so wet and open you barely notice when he slides a finger inside you, but you do jolt forward when he matches that steady pressure on your clit with internal pressure from his finger. It’s so good, you moan out loud and grip his head tighter.

Your eyes remain tightly shut, but you can hear his grin as he groans. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” The pride in his voice, the pleasure, it’s irresistible.

And the pleasure builds and builds until it is overwhelming, almost beyond what you can tolerate, hands clenched in his hair for dear life, unsure if you’re trying to pull him off or press him in further. But the stubborn man holds his position, even as your hips buck against his face. “Fuck, Jungkook, fuck…”

And you’re breaking, shattering into pieces under his tongue and clenching hard around his fingers.

“Ugh…” you groan, leaning your head back on the lab cabinet behind you. Your breathing slows as you calm down, fingers still tangled in Jungkook’s hair as you open your eyes.

There’s a face in front of yours when you open your eyes. His eyes are so dark that it takes you longer than it should to realize that they're not Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook is still down on his knees as you process that the other man is standing in the hallway, watching you through the window.

“Shit,” you gasp, yanking Jungkook away from you. “Hoseok…”

How long has he been there? How much did he see? Was he watching you? His gaze flicks up from where he’s been staring at the connection between you and Jungkook and meets your eyes. The intensity there is so overwhelming that it’s hard for you to make sense of it. Is it anger? Lust? Disgust? Then his eyes go wide as he realizes you see him and he disappears from view.

“Not exactly the name I was hoping you’d yell when you climaxed on my face…” Jungkook grumbles as he stands up and wipes his face on the sleeve of his jumpsuit.

“Shit, sorry,” You reply as you frantically fight to get your clothes back on. “He was here, he saw us. I have to go.”

“But…” Jungkook gestures across the lab. “I brought dinner.”

“Sorry,” is all you can manage before you race out into the hallway.

“Hoseok!” you yell as you run down the corridor. “Hoseok, come back!”

He’s not in the kitchen. He’s not on the bridge. “Officer Jung, report your location,” you try on your radio, but receive only silence.

You are panting by the time you reach the sleep pods. The door to his is closed. “Hoseok!” you shout as you bang on the door. “Hoseok!”

You hear shuffling around inside the sleep pod and know he’s in there. “Hoseok!” you yell, almost on the verge of tears. “Hoseok, please talk to me.”

The door opens just a crack, not enough to see him. “Please, Hoseok, I need to talk to you,” you plead.

“I… I… can’t.” he stammers. “I can’t right now. Please. Just… just go away.”

Your stomach is full of lead as you shuffle into your own sleep pod next door and rest your head and arms against the wall, desperately trying to catch your breath.

He hates you. You disgust him. You’ve betrayed everything you stand for. You’ll never be able to work in the lab again.

A small knock on the door interrupts your thought spiral.

“Hoseok?” you ask optimistically, scrambling to get up.

“No, Jungkook again.” The hot ball of shame in your guts glows even brighter.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook, I can’t right now…” If you see anyone else, you’re going to cry.

“I have dinner for you.”

“I’m sorry.” The idea of eating anything right now feels entirely impossible. “I’m not… I’m not hungry.”

A long exhale comes from the other side of the door. “Okay, goodnight.”

You collapse to the floor of your sleep pod as the weight of all your shame and guilt and irresponsible choices crashes down upon you.

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Part 10

#jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #ot7 x reader #void #btssavedmylifeblr

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cheolhub · 2 years

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DUMB!FICATION! ⌇BTS REACTIONS ࿐

— PROMPT: bts members reaction to you going dumb during sex

— PAIRING: members x f!reader

— GENRE: smut. 18+ minors dni.

— WARNINGS: um.. dumb!fication! teasing, joon being kinda mean :,(, size kink <3 unprotected sex, soft!dom jin, mean!dom yoongi, slight exhibitionism, heavy degradation, edging (?), super soft!dom hobi <3 (im shocked), fingering, praise, jimin and tae r both feral, overstimulation, oral f!receiving, multiple cream🥧s, SOFT!DOM KOO <3

— A.NOTE: HI i know i’ve been AWOL, but im here & i come bearing gifts <3 happy october!! p.s. im not sure if this classifies as reactions but enjoy nonetheless (jk’s is so long hes been bias wrecking me im sorry) p.s.s. ive posted this 5 times so hopefully it shows up this time

KIM NAMJOON ࿐

you had been unnecessarily needy for namjoon’s attention throughout the entire day. you truly couldn’t help yourself with how big and handsome he looked even while doing the tiniest tasks. he’d had enough, though, when you decided to straddle him at the end of the day while he was reading his book. slightly irritated that he was now hard, he put you to work, claiming if you want something, you gotta do it yourself.

“needy fuckin’ girl,” he mutters, laying back against the plush pillows as his hands gripped tightly onto your waist. they guide you on grinding against his pelvis with his cock stirring up your insides. “baby wanted to be split open all day long and now she can’t even do it herself can she?” he pouts, feigning faux sympathy.

his condescending words go through one of your ears and straight out the other. “please, please, please!” you beg, hiccuping slightly as his cock rubs right against your g-spot.

“what are you beggin’ for, baby, hmm?” he asks, curiously. “you already have my cock stuffed in you, what more could you possibly want?”

you choke on your words as your mind numbs, “j-joon!”

“awww,” he coos, finally comprehending the situation. “pretty baby’s gone dumb just by sitting on my cock, yeah?” he says with a smirk, bucking his hips into you.

mindlessly, you nod with fervor crying out his name again with a mantra of pleads. “hah! ye-yeah, fuck! joon, please!”

he shakes his head, biting back a smile. he feels himself throbbing inside of you merely because of how sexy you look in this fucked out state. “tell me what you want, angel, i know you can do that for me,”

his voice is so deep that you swear you can feel it vibrating your entire body, yet you manage to find the words to tell him what you so desperately need. “w-wan’na cum,”

he smiles, humming softly, “so fuckin’ cute,” he mutters under his breath. “gonna make sure my baby cums, don’t you worry.”

KIM SEOKJIN ࿐

it’s an accident, truly. usually after work, seokjin is on his knees for you– eating you out, fucking you with three fingers, making you cum and gush all over his face. but today was different. today jin was frustrated and stressed and genuinely annoyed with how his day went. being the amazing girlfriend you are, you offered to please him today– to let him have his way with you. little did you know, he was a little more pent-up than you had assumed.

“princess, fuck,” he moans, fucking his hard cock into your cunt. “feels so good, you always feel so good around me.” he practically says through grit teeth.

he stands over your quivering body with a bruising clasp on your hips. his thrusts are quick, hard, and shallow; nonetheless, he’s hitting every spot he needs to. you’ve already cum twice, but you want to give it all to him with the day he’s had.

you feel dizzy, mind buzzing with infinite pleasure as he unravels the knot again and again.“hngh,” you moan, words garbled as you can’t seem to form any. “fuh– fuuuck!” you sob starting to feel overstimulated, hands gripping for life on his forearms.

his speed falters, snapping out of his state of frustration. “princess?” he questions, furrowing his brows in confusion.

you whine when he stops altogether, “jiiin!” you cry for him, back arching to get him to resume. “n-more, mph, need more!” you slur, incoherent noises slipping past your lips.

he must not have realized that he fucked you beyond limits and is starting to feel bad that he took his frustration out on you. he attempts to retract himself from your body, but you wrap your legs around him tightly, keeping him inside of you.

you muster all the words your spinning head will allow, “need your c-cock, jin, please,”

he looks into your pleading eyes and his guilt melts away. his speed picks up and is keen on the way you squeal, getting lost in the way he fucks you once more. you attempt to tell him to never stop, but the words die on your tongue and seokjin can’t help but smile at your dumb state.

“shhh, just take it, baby, i got you,” he whispers. “leave all the thinking to me.”

MIN YOONGI ࿐

you love yoongi, you do. truly! but it’s hard to provoke him with his undying patience and cool, cat-like demeanor that made him seem emotionless. it’s hard to get him to fuck you like an animal the way you so desperately need. that’s not to say it never happens. even though it’s hard to evoke a reaction, it’s not impossible. nights like tonight where you’re flirting with every moving thing in the bar. nights like tonight where you’re not wearing underwear and making sure yoongi knows. nights like tonight where you’re bent over the bar’s dirty bathroom sink with his hand laced into your hair as he's pounding into you just the way you hoped he would.

“look at you,” he grunts, pulling your hair roughly to look into the cloudy mirror. you look at your face, watery mascara streaks staining your face and your lipstick smudged all around your mouth. “fucking slut,” he scoffs.

you moan in agreement, his cock dragging against your sweet spot. replying to him is the last thing on your mind. with the way he’s fucking you, the only thing you can think about is his dick and getting off on his rough behavior.

“think it’s cute to throw yourself around? to look so fucking desperate?” he grits through his teeth as his thrusts punctuate every word. “you just wanted my attention, isn’t that right?”

you nod your head, hoping the high-pitched moans and your incessant movements answer his question because god knows you can’t say anything.

he chuckles breathily, “yeah? acting like a slut so i can fuck you like this?”

you clench around him tightly at his words and he takes that as his answer, snapping his hips into you with more vigor. you moan loudly, more tears running down your cheeks.

“all you had to do was ask, baby,” he mutters, feeling himself throb inside you at the sound of your pretty voice. even with the loud thumping of the music outside, he still basks in the lewd noises of your sloppy cunt and your cries. “no, but you’re too cockdrunk now to say thank you, huh?”

“th-thank yo– yoongi!” your apology is cut short by the scream of his name. his cock consistently ramming into your body’s most sensitive spot and you can’t hold back anymore. “cumming!” you cry.

he hums, stopping his movements and you cry out in protest again, “did i fuck you so stupid you forgot the rules? bad girls don’t get to cum, sweetheart.”

JUNG HOSEOK ࿐

it’s safe to say that every time you get sexual with hoseok, you go absolutely stupid forgetting everything except his name and the feeling of his mouth or hands or his perfect cock. today was no different, yet he’d come at you with a much different approach. his usual degradation and harsh movements were replaced with the sweetest praise and merciful touch.

“you’ve been such a good girl for me lately, doll,” he whispers into your ear, gently pressing soft pecks around the area which is a stark contrast to what his fingers were doing. he has you in between his legs and your back pressed to his chest with your legs wide open while he fucks three of his big fingers into your soaked cunt. “haven’t been too rough, have i?”

you shake your head, “no, no! love when you’re rough!” your words come out pleadingly. you feel so full just with his fingers that it’s almost mind-numbing.

he chuckles, the pad of his thumb moving to lazily rub circles into your clit simultaneously. you gasp, twitching in his arms and clamping around his fingers. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he mumbles, starting to trail his pecks down your neck. “so pretty ‘n good… all f’me.”

the praise goes straight to your core and makes your brain go haywire. praise isn’t a foreign concept from hobi, it’s more that you weren’t expecting that.

“mph, y-yeah, hoseok, all yours,” you whine breathily, throwing your head back on his shoulder providing more access to your neck. you can’t help but let your brain turn to mush at his words and actions. mindlessly, you clamp around his fingers as you attempt to fuck his hand.

“yeah? you love being my cute lil fucktoy?” he questions gently before noticing the way your body starts withering under his touch. his breath tickles the skin on your neck making you hypersensitive. “gonna cum, baby?”

“hnggh, baby…” you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

hobi lets out a soft laugh, “don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb on me, dollface.” he jokes, but it makes his cock twitch knowing that even the slight touch of his fingers has your brain going haywire. when you moan in reply, he simply hums, “that’s alright, pretty, just cum for me, yeah?”

PARK JIMIN ࿐

jimin is crazy about you. insane, if you will. he likes to show you that by shoving his head between your thighs and devouring you till you’re a puddle of mush all for him. he eats you out like he hasn’t eaten in weeks like you’re the last thing he’ll get a taste of. it’s mostly because he loves the way you taste, but he can’t deny how much he loves the way you babble dumbly for his cock in this state. it’s kind of sadistic, but you never complain. not even when you’re overstimulated and reduced to choked sobs and quivering limbs.

“minnie!” you cry, hands laced into his hair as you pull on his roots. he groans into your pussy, eliciting another high-pitched whine from you. “f-fuck, baby! i-i can’t!”

he’s been in between your legs for at least half an hour now, ripping orgasms from your poor body left and right and you both know that you’re close to tapping out mentally, but you know in your bones that’s what he wants that to happen.

“come on, angel, for me?” he moans, hands squeezing the flesh of your plush, trembling thighs. “please cum for me, tastes so fucking good,” he begs and you can’t resist his pleading voice or pretty moans…

so you do. you cum. hard. you cum with your back arched and both of your hands carded through his silky hair as you push him further into your wet core. you cum grinding against his face to ride out your orgasm as your body is wracked with sobs and gasps. you cum so hard you swear you’ve completely left earth, but jimin’s voice brings you back down.

“baby, shhh,” he shushes, hands rubbing your thighs gently in an attempt to stop them from shaking uncontrollably. “are you alright?”

you moan breathily at his question as you nod your head, your brain genuinely unable to provide a verbal answer for him. you make grabby hands at him and he knows exactly what it means having done this more times than he can count. he leans in pressing his lips to yours, swallowing all of your tiny whimpers and letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“wan’ your cock,” you mumble against his lips after a few minutes.

he smiles widely knowing he has you right where he wants you.

KIM TAEHYUNG ࿐

taehyung has a knack for fucking you until you can’t even remember your own name. he loves your tears, your pretty cries, your begs where he can’t tell what you’re asking for– he loves it all. but what he doesn’t realize is that he gets just as dumb as you. he rambles on and on about you and how much he loves your cunt while fucking his previous loads into you with his sensitive cock.

“taehyung!” you sob, your fingernails digging into his broad shoulders, sure to leave a mark. your drenched, your body covered with a sheen layer of sweat, tears slipping down your face, pussy overflowing with your mixed cum– but this is how taehyung likes it. he loves it messy.

“pussy’s so fuckin’ good– fuck! you’re such a good fuckin’ girl takin’ all of my cock,” he moans, eyes threatening to roll back as he’s overcome with intense pleasure. his cock fucks you open, cum seeping out of your worn pussy every time he pulls out.

you can’t stop the tears from falling down your face. you’ve lost track of how many times you cum around him, but you could care less. you feel so good even with how sensitive you are. he’s making you feel so fucking good, and hearing that you’re doing the same for him has your head spinning even more.

you clench around him and he whines your name out. “b-baby, how are you still so fuckin’ tight?” his voice wavers, and you clench around him again. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum again. gonna fill you up even more, pretty girl, you want that?”

when you don’t reply, taehyung’s thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the swollen bud. you gasp loudly, “tae! shit, fuck, i-i-”

“i asked if my good girl wanted my cum?” he pants, giving you deeper thrusts, sensitive tip rubbing against your velvet walls making him shake.

“i do! i do!” you plead nearly choking on a sob as you feel the tight rope in the pit of your stomach snap, soaking him with your cum.

that’s all it takes for taehyung, going still once he’s pressed himself deep inside of you. he twitches once, twice and after the third time, you feel the warmth of his load filling you to the brim, dressing your used walls in your favorite shade of white.

“fuck, i love you,” he says before collapsing next to you.

JEON JUNGKOOK ࿐

jungkook hates to see you so sad. so dejected, unable to even look him in the eye. you don’t deserve that, you don’t deserve to feel so shitty. he knows work is hard for you some days and he knows you hate your boss and your pretentious coworkers, he just doesn’t know why you put up with it.

“baby, talk to me, please?” he pleads as you lay on the bed at the end of the night with your back facing him. “what happened, angel? did someone say something to you again?”

you shrug, mumbling out, “‘m just tired of thinkin’ about it, koo, can we just drop it and go to bed?”

jungkook sighs, placing a hand on your arm, shaking you gently to turn and look at him, “look at me,” he whispers and when you finally do with a pout on your face, he smiles. “there she is, my pretty girl.”

a blush creeps up your neck and face and your stomach churns at his soft words. “koo, stop…”

“i wanna help you, Y/N,” he whispers, leaning into you. “lemme help you forget today, yeah? wanna make you feel so good that you forget, can i do that?”

you want to cry, nodding your head and taking a deep breath.

he kisses you gently, taking his time with you before letting his pace pick up. soon you find yourself aching underneath him, thighs sticking together with your arousal and head whirling with need.

as he pushes himself inside of you, rocking in and out of you, you feel all your worries leave your body. tears sting your eyes before you ultimately decide to close them and turn off your brain to bask in the pleasure your sweet boyfriend is giving you.

you moan his name out softly and he groans back, “such a pretty little thing,” he mumbles, pushing his head in the crook of your neck. he places wet kisses on the sensitive skin.

“koo… fuck…” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he’s fucking you as deep as he can go. “f-fuck, feels… feels s-so… good,” you all but slur, taking the near incoherency of your words as a sign to shut up before you begin to babble nonsense.

“don’t know why you work so hard, gorgeous,” he whispers into your ear, continuing to fuck you nice and deep. “wanna take care of you forever, don’t wanna see you sad like this,” his voice wavers with his words when you clamp tightly around him at the mention of ‘forever.’

he smiles against your neck, leaving a feathery kiss before reminding you, “you don’t have to think about them anymore, angel, ‘m here, alright? gonna make you feel so fucking good n’ have you cum till you don’t remember those assholes.”

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thoughtsforsoob · 2 months

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bf!huening kai (i have been in love with this man since debut. My bestie and I say he’s my little white boy😉)

omg he is such a sweetheart :( he is always gonna make sure that you're doing okay.

He texts you multiple times a day just to check up on you

Especially if he knows you’re going to have a tough day

This sweet boy goes all out on those days where he knows you’re either going through it or doing to go through it

If even slightly mention that you have a big test at uni or you have an important meeting at work, he is going to pull out all the stops

He’ll start the day by cooking you breakfast of your choice

He then goes onto making your lunch and packing you plenty of snacks

He even writes a little sweet note and put it in a cute little lunch bag he kept for these types of situations

You’ve got this baby! Your Huening believes in you!! Lots of kisses when you get him will be guaranteed if you promise to try your best. - sincerely, the cutest and best boyfriend in the whole world

He calls you down into the kitchen and eats breakfast with you, feeding you a few bites at first since you were still pretty sleepy

He cleans up the table and washes the dishes while you're getting ready for the day. He just doesn't want you to have to worry about cleaning when you’re stressed out

Once you’re ready to go, he makes sure you have everything in your bag and gives you your lunch box and water bottle. He even packs in a sweet drink for you to enjoy with your lunch

He gives you a kiss and a hug on your way out, “have a good day! I'll come home after you tonight but you can tell me all about it as soon as I get home.”

Speaking of hugs…hyuka is the king of hugs

He's big, tall boy and he just looks so cozy to me

He hugs you so close and your face is always squished into his chest but you never mid because you get to inhale his scent that you love so much

When he finds out that you love the way he smells, he always slips his hoodies in your backpack/work bag during the cold seasons and if you mention your work/classroom is cold.

He loves seeing you in his clothes because they’re usually just long on you since he’s pretty tall

He’s such a nerd omg

When he finds something he really enjoys, he will share it with you

He’ll talk your ear off about some new video game he and beomgyu started playing together and you just sit there, looking at his adorable little face as he talks excitedly.

He always asks if you wanna try to game too and if you say yes, you better believe he is so happy. Happiest boy in the whole world

He swear he falls deeper in love with you when you share interests with him and when you listen to him ramble about said interests

All he's ever wanted in a partner was someone to listen to him and here you are!

Your arms of plush animals…

He's got so many of them that at some point, he started to move some of them into your apartment

When he is eventually given clearance to move in with you, the both of you go apartment hunting with a very specific requirement

One extra room for your plushie family and other collectable items

You two are just little dorks in love at the end of the day

I think i've mentioned this in another work of mine but family is really important to Huening

He gets together often with his siblings and talks to his parents on the phone almost every single day. If he can't chat on the phone with them, he texts them when he can

He really wants you to get along with his family bt totally understands if you seem nervous

He would never push you to do anything you weren’t ready for so he’ll give you plenty of time to prepare

When you meet his sisters for the first time, it was at a cafe. It turns out that you had pretty much no reason to be nervous because there was an instant connection between the 3 of you

His sisters were made aware by kai that you were nervous so they just went in for it and introduced themselves right away

After that, you 3 were joking around and having fun, not wanting to leave each other so you all went shopping together right after

Kai was so happy to find out you get along with his sister but also nervous…you 3 were going to terrorize him for the rest of his life

He was okay with it because he loves you 3 so much

When it comes to meeting his parents…he waits until you're ready and when you finally are, he has them come to the both of you

Again, there was an instant click, especially with his mom

She brought a baby album full of his pictures and she shows you all of them, giving the back stories

He gets all red and shy when she shows you one of him in the tub, playing with his rubber duck bath toys

“Mom! Not that one!!” he whines and pulls you closer to him, shielding your eyes

You and his mom trade numbers and she sends you a picture of the picture so you’re good on that front

Moving away from meeting his family…this boy is just so attentive

God forbid you get sick or even worse…get your period!

He is on you, throwing all the blankets you own on top of you, stuffing you full of homemade soup, and asking you if you;re okay every ten minutes

Poor thing is just really worried about you

He knows that he'll never understand how it feels to be on your period but he tries his best to be supportive

The cutest thing he does is his famous tummy rubs to help soothe your cramps and warm you up

He is the best boyfriend ever, me thinks

#txt imagines #txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt texts #txt smau #huening kai fluff #huening kai imagines #hueningkai #huening kai x reader #tomorrow x together

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lilacmingi · 5 months

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FLOWERS IN YOUR HAIR

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Yoongi x fem reader

Word count: 840

Note: Another drabble that’s a product of me staying up late a couple nights ago lol. Also my first BTS drabble on Tumblr! How exciting! I thought my first BTS imagine here would be a repost from Wattpad but I got hit with 2 AM inspiration and wrote something new!

The warm and gentle breeze gently caressed your skin, sending strands of your hair floating errantly about. The outdoor conditions were perfectly ideal; from the puffy clouds that graciously covered the sun from time to time to give you a break from its bright rays to the comfortable temperature that was neither too hot nor too cold. In your lap lied Yoongi, your boyfriend, whom you hadn't been able to spend much time with lately due to his hectic schedule. Then again, what could you expect from dating a member of the world's biggest K-pop group?

His long, raven hair was splayed across your thighs as he lie completely motionless, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the comfortable breeze. Though the vast and spacious park you were at was stunning and overlooked the river, your gaze was fixed on Yoongi and the way his dark lashes rested delicately on his round cheeks. Gosh, he was perfect. He had the cutest button nose and the prettiest pink lips that were soft as silk and as plush as pillows. Just looking at them brought fond memories to the forefront of your mind. Memories of Yoongi showering your neck with a lavish amount of kisses or placing his pliant lips to your shoulder in the early morning (or afternoon) hours to wake you up from a blissful sleep.

Your hand moved on its own accord up to the crown of Yoongi's head where you gingerly combed your nails through his hair, gently grazing his scalp. His closed eyelids fluttered while he released a long sigh at your delicate and loving ministrations. Seeing his positive reaction, you continued to brush through his hair with your fingers, gliding them through the shiny strands that felt like ribbons between your digits. When Yoongi first started growing his hair out, you showered him in praises and compliments, never letting a day go by where you didn't tell him how much you adored the longer length on him. Playing with his hair became a regular occurrence and when it was long enough to be pulled back in a ponytail, you spent a few nights tying his locks up into pigtails for fun.

"I love your hair." The sentence slipped past your lips without another thought.

Yoongi's signature raspy chuckle reached your ears before a quiet, "I know. You tell me that almost every day."

"That's because I love it so much." You told him, spotting a dainty, nearby white flower sticking up from the grass.

Plucking the blossom from the ground, you tucked it into your boyfriend's hair, smiling softly to yourself. He didn't seem to notice, so you picked another one, and another, and another.

You had successfully placed six flowers into Yoongi's hair when he spoke up.

"Baby, what are you doing?" His deep voice rumbled lowly from below you.

"Nothing." You murmured, discreetly slipping one more blossom into his hair.

You always thought it was impossible for Yoongi to be any more ethereal than he already was, however, seeing him right now, you were proved wrong. The tiny, white flowers contrasted with his black hair, sitting prettily about his head, making him look like a fairy.

Deciding he needed just one more flower, you leaned over slightly to snag another bloom from the ground, sliding the thin stem into his hair. Yoongi flinched slightly at the ticklish sensation on his scalp.

"Seriously. What are you doing?" He inquired with a light chortle, bringing one of his hands up to his hair, his brows furrowing when he felt the delicate petals against his palm.

"Ah, Yoongi!" You huffed. "At least let me get a picture first before you ruin it."

"Are those flowers?"

"Yes." You moved his hand away, fishing your phone from your back pocket. "Now close your eyes again. I wanna take a picture."

"Why?" He chuckled, doing as you said while he spoke.

"Because you're pretty."

Yoongi fought back a smile, trying his best to keep his composure while you snapped photos. He couldn't ignore the way his heart swelled with an immense feeling of adoration for you. There was never a moment where you weren't complimenting him or making sure he knew just how much he meant to you and how lucky you were to have him in your life. Though he's always felt that it was the other way around. If he didn't have you, he would probably lose him mind. Especially since you were often there for him when he was feeling overwhelmed from work or frustrated from lack of inspiration.

"Okay." You smiled. "Done."

"How do they look?"

"Like lock screen material."

"Lemme see."

Presenting your phone, you allowed Yoongi to scroll through the ten or so pictures you took of him. He smiled softly to himself before handing your phone back.

"My pretty boy." You gushed, tracing down the bridge of his nose.

Yoongi took hold of your hand, pulling it to his lips where he placed a kiss to the back of it.

"My pretty girl."

Masterlist ᝰ — enjoyed this imagine? reblogs & comments are very much appreciated!

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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byuljoonie · 8 months

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P*$$Y Fairy // pjm

read the title…

pairing: jimin x fem!reader

genre: one shot, quick smut, one take, unedited

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, extreme dirty talk, spit play, fingering, riding, oral, overstimulation, begging, exhibitionism, dom!jimin sub!reader, nipple play, degradation, dumbification, mild non-con (read at your own risk seriously)

note: This is really for me because I need park jimin right now, biblically, but enjoy if you want at your own risk. Playlists and other works in bio, or tagged under bts fanfic. Submit requests in bio. Yes the Namseok fanfic is still planned to come this Sunday, but who knows I might post it in the middle of next week. Have a great week nasties☆ -dubu

As you and Jimin sat at a cozy corner table in the dimly lit restaurant, the warm ambiance of your engagement dinner filled the air. You had just savored the last bites of your delectable desserts, relishing in the sweet moments you shared.

However, as the evening came to a close, a flirty waitress approached your table, her intentions clear as day. Ignoring you completely, she leaned in toward Jimin and playfully inquired about the bill, her overt attempts at flirtation leaving you no choice but to dryly chuckle at the waitress's rather poor timing.

Unfazed, Jimin paid the bill without acknowledging the woman's advances, his unwavering devotion to you shining brighter than any fleeting flirtation.

“Did you see how she was practically hanging on you, Jimin?” You said slightly upset at the unwarranted encounter. “Yeah, I noticed, sweetheart. Trust me, it didn't go unnoticed. But you know I only have eyes for you, right?” Jimin said, reaching his hand across the table to rub yours. Admiring the diamond that rested on your delicate finger.

“I know, minie. It's just... It bothers me when people act like that, especially when we're out together,” you said quietly. You moved your hand away from his, grabbing your purse and standing up to leave.

“Y/N, babe. Where are you going?” Jimin said pushing up from the table with a huff. He pushed through the double doors easily catching up with you in the small parking lot. He screamed your name causing you to freeze next to your vehicle.

“You listen to me when I’m talking to you Y/N,” he pushes you against the car, not waiting for you to turn around. “I don’t care about that woman in there, I only need you my love, but you’re pushing your fucking limit,” you gasp out, Jimin’s hand coming in direct contact with your clothed pussy. Your legs shiver in the cool night air, miniskirt flowing effortlessly as the wind grasps ahold of you.

Jimin starts pulling your panties to the side, breathing heavily on your neck as he forcefully grinds against you. His lips are close to your ear, making the hair on the nape of your neck stand in anticipation.

“Look at you darling, already submitting to my touch,” he says whispering into my ear hotly. “This is mine, I’m gonna do whatever I want to you doll, right here where anyone can see you being a pathetic slut.”

Jimin doesn’t bother to give you a warning, he dips two fingers into your wet center, using his free hand to grab your neck. His rough calloused fingers sending you into a frenzy, you tried to stifle your moans, equally afraid and aroused at the thought of getting caught.

His fingers felt like fire inside you, you whimpered at the sweet pain of his unwanted intrusion. Your body betrayed you in every way, his breath was hot against your neck.

He started rubbing you torturously slow, the fabric of your panties pressing into your skin. You felt your arousal drip down your leg, whimpering at how exposed you felt. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck, biting and sucking near your collar bone.

You hissed at the stinging sensation, sighing as he licked over the forming bruise to sooth your sensitive skin.

“Look at how wet you are, such a slutty little thing,” he taunted, you could hear the mocking pout that grew across his plush lips.

You needed him, sinfully, your body reacted before your mind. You clenched around his fingers in desperation. He used his free hand to yank your skirt up, roughly turning you around to face him. He smirked arrogantly, relishing in the control he has over you.

Slowly, he ran his finger along the slit of your pussy, earning another string of pitiful whines from you. “What if we get caught sweetheart? Hmm? You like the idea of someone catching me knuckle deep in your cunt? MY cunt,” he said chuckling at the broken moan you choked out.

“M…minie I think someone’s coming please stop,” you say, trying to move his hands away from your body. Gasping as his grip tightens on your neck.

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

You tried to fight against him, when did his grip get so strong. He moved his hand from your neck, placing it over your mouth as he plunges his fingers back into your pussy.

“Look at how ready you are for me, honey,” he taunts, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your stomach tightening again in response to his touch.

He pins you against the car, ducking down as someone walks in front of your parked vehicle, his fingers moving at lightening speed.

You felt like a dirty whore, getting fingered in a dark parking lot by the man you loved most. He kneads his palm against your clit as his fingers work inside you, making your legs shake uncontrollably.

“Aw I know baby, you gonna cum for me?” He coos, caressing your pussy in a come hither motion, sending sparks through your body. You nodded frantically, clenching around his ring adorned fingers, crying out into his hand as he pulls away before your orgasm.

Your legs shake embarrassingly hard, the knot in your stomach slowly disappearing. “Too bad you have to wait,” he rubs your lower back lovingly, sticking his fingers in his mouth before opening the door for you to enter. You pulled your skirt down hastily, fearing someone would walk by and catch you half naked.

You climbed in quietly, body still reeling from Jimin’s assault. He closed your door quickly making his way into the drivers side door, and pulling out of the dark parking lot.

Your gaze couldn't help but wander to him. His hands, beautifully tanned and veiny, gripped the steering wheel with confidence. The soft moonlight played on his sharp jawline, casting enchanting shadows that accentuated his features.

Lost in admiration, you watched him focus on the road ahead, subconsciously squeezing your legs together as he licked across the plump flesh of his lips.

However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted as he pulled up to your home, reminding you of what was to come.

He turned towards you, tilting his head downward to look at you through hooded eyes. Your eyes widen in suspense, Jimin loving every second of how weak you are.

Even his eye contact was fierce, consuming you as if you were his prey. He eyes you a little longer before unlocking the car doors. He steps out, stalking around to open the door for you.

You don’t say anything, walking hand in hand with Jimin through the threshold of your shared home. Once your shoes are off, you’re being guided to your black sofa.

Jimin sits down coolly, eyes roaming your body carefully. With gaze fixated on your cleavage, he grabs your hand pulling you down to the floor. You fall to your knees with a soft grunt, staring up at him through glossy eyes.

"You see what you did to me, darling," he rhetorically questions, pressing your hands onto his hard on. “Beg for it,” he breathes out calmly, titling his head to the side expectantly.

The warm feeling in your tummy coming back in waves of pleasure. You try to speak but can only muster a feeble whine.

“Look at you in front of me, so sexy. Now fucking beg for it Y/N.” He stared at you, waiting for you to defy him, ready to devour you.

Please…please minie, I need you so bad,” you said panting when he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly.

“Aww, you sound so pathetic, sweet thing.” He let go of your hair, eyes moving between his zipper and your face. You knowingly move to unzip his pants, a light brown suit tailored perfectly for his body.

He raises up letting you pull them down his muscular legs. Your mouth slightly agape as his dick springs free from its confinement. The pink tip already leaking precum, his size will always make your mouth water. He isn’t long but he’s really thick, girth easily stretching you nearly in half.

You took him into your mouth, choking before his tip could reach the back of your throat. Your eyes welled up with tears, he tasted sweet on your tongue.

He bit his lip as you swirled your tongue around his tip. Groaning and fisting your hair as you licked up the underside of his dick, paying extra attention to the prominent veins.

“Mmm, such a perfect mouth baby.” His hips started to jerk up, causing him to hit the back of your throat. You gagged in response, coughing around him.

You twist your hands around his shaft firmly, roughly sucking on his tip. He groaned your name lowly, hand gripping the soft cushion next to him.

He whimpered as you swallowed around his tip, using one of your hands to play with his balls. Giving them extra attention with how heavy they feel. You craved him dearly, wanting to drain him until you couldn’t take it anymore. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, making you speed up.

“Look at me baby, look at me with my cock in your mouth.” He commands intensely, smiling at the tears falling from your eyes. He rubs his thumb across your cheek, swiping away the moisture.

He lightly slaps you on your cheek, signaling you to stop. You look up at him in confusion, pulling him from your mouth with a light pop.

He pulled you up by your arms, standing you up and instructing you to lay across his lap. Nervously, you climbed onto his lap, chest coming in contact with the soft black cushion to his right. Your knees rest on the cushion to his left, shivering as you felt a breeze under your skirt.

He unzipped your miniskirt painfully slow, pulling it down your legs and discarding it across the living room. Your panties joining them right after.

He removed the black tie from his shirt, strategically tying your hands behind your back. He ran his index finger down your back until he reached the base of your spine. Chuckling at your body’s reaction to him, you felt his cock twitch against your tummy. Slick against your soft skin, crying to be inside you.

“Such a needy Whore, so stupid and pretty, all for me.” He gushed, bringing his hand down and placing a firm slap on your ass. You hissed at the pain, feeling embarrassed at the arousal dripping down your leg.

“Just a dumb slut, and you’re all mine to use.” He delivered another slap to your ass, the sound echoing through your home. You cried out loudly, sobbing into the sofa cushion.

“I know, baby,” he coos, caressing your ass gently, the cool of his rings soothing your burning skin. He runs a finger between your cheeks, stopping just above the entrance of your core.

“You want me right here baby? Hmm?” He questions running his middle finger over your slit, collecting the wetness to taste. Moaning at the taste, he delivered a powerful slap directly on your pussy.

You screamed in pleasure, squirming on his lap uncomfortably.

“Stop moving and let me see where you need me.” He threatened in your ear, grabbing your throat pulling you backwards toward his face. He placed a kiss on your ear before letting you go, using both of his hands to spread your lips apart.

He moaned at the sight, staring until you felt uncomfortable under his watch. You could feel his eyes on your core, cool air making you clench around nothing.

“Such a pretty hole, Y/N. Gonna fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” He placed his hands on your hips, carefully lifting you until you were upright on his lap, facing away from him.

He lines himself up and rubs against your pussy, you let out a strangled moaned, struggling against the fabric of his expensive tie digging into your wrists.

He pushes in slowly, you clench unbelievably tight around him, causing him to shudder. He’s so thick you can never fully adjust to his size.

He reaches around sloppily rubbing his index and ring finger over your clit, groaning at the contact you started to bounce on his cock. Taking every inch of his girth, feeling it in your tummy.

“Good girl, take my dick just like that.” He growled speeding up his tempo, rhythmically grunting with every movement. A melody of his name left your mouth, crying as his tip hit your sweet spot just right.

“Mm I love fucking you raw, such a nasty girl taking daddy’s dick like this.” You can’t think straight, the sound of him moving in and out of your pussy is so obscene. “So perfect, sweetheart.”

“Jimin,” you sob out, fighting against your restraints, needing to touch him.

“What do you want, baby?” He grunts in your ear. “Tell me Y/N, tell me what you need.”

You feel your orgasm building, your tummy tightening and tightening with his every thrust.

“Hmmfp…I’m gonna cum, minie please can I cum,” you begged miserably, feeling the stickiness of your love making coating both of your thighs. He pressed the pad of his finger to your clit, rubbing solid circles against you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

That’s all you needed to hear, shaking uncontrollably you came around his cock. Feeling his movements becoming sloppy as he twitches inside you. You whimper in pain, body over stimulated.

With a few more thrusts, he released inside of you, calling your name out repeatedly. You felt filthy, his cum leaking down his shaft as he lazily fucked into you, milking himself.

He untied your wrists, turning you around to place a kiss on your lips. Your lips molded together perfectly, fitting like missing puzzle pieces. You felt him grow hard again, making you shudder in fear. Too sore for another round but willing to go all night.

He picks you up and carries you to the kitchen table.

“We’re not finished, pet,” you moan his name, arching your back as he sucks harshly on your nipple.

The end.

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sour-ggrapess · 11 months

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S-U-G-A✰ Yoongi shows how and where the magic happens up in his lab

✰ smut ✰

please repost and comment if you enjoyed it

pairing: idol. yoongi x f. idol. reader

word count: ~ 1.24k

tags/warnings: smut; oral sex, semi-public sex, mentions of getting caught, yoongi puts your moans in his song, exhibitionist, squirting, no penetrative sex, praise kink, studio sex, soft dom yoongi, power bottom reader, spanking

Being an idol and dating somebody is hard it's even more troublesome when 2 idols date particularly when one hasn't debuted yet. You were pretty well-known around Hybe and on social media, people were waiting on your group debut just because everyone fell in love with your vocals and visuals. You were taught by the best; momo, Lisa, Jimin, and even Suga of BTS.

Noticing him pass by a lot. you invited him to come give you a small dance lesson and one thing lead to another and all you recall is a moist floor and murky mirrors. Heat entangled in the atmosphere along with unholiness.

You and he went strong for those 10 months and currently you're a well-known idol, you want you and yoongi to be real. more 'lessons' and long conversations with him. He was what you could only call a flawless boyfriend, only when you did see each other. Staff couldn't find out about it or your members

"Yoongi. Can we talk?" You questioned him as you tugged him into his studio and locked the door after you. "Speak to me, baby" He voiced as his hands wrapped around your waistline and drew you over to his open legs. "I want us to be official, not public but I want titles and I want my friends and family to know about us." His eyes widened and his lips parted. "I mean do you even look at me as a girlfriend?"

If he was being truthful he loved you but didn't know if you felt the same.

"Baby I felt the same but I know you're young and I didn't know if you wanted to be" He started to blab. "Min yoongi"

"Yes, baby?" "Kiss me," you said as you gripped his face and looked into his dim stunning eyes. His lips merged with yours as his head cocked to the side to let his tongue crash with yours. Moans abrupt from you spoiling the kiss, yoongi hits and grasps your ass

"How about we go public and official, hmm?" He asked before his lips sucked a dark bruise on your sweet spot making your mind turn mushy and smooth. "Mhmm" was all you could call out, just yessing him without comprehending his words.

Yoongi's cold, large ring filled fingers slither up your back to your waist area. Gripping at your pale pink lacey shirt causing it to slide up and pool around your bra. Flipping you around with him now in between your legs, he dropped down to his knees. Wetness trailing your thighs as his tongue leaves soft licks over the plush of the inside of your flesh. "take these off for me, princess" He groaned in between kisses, You raised your ass off the table and slid the shorts down along with your ruined panties.

Leaking hole fluttering as you felt his warm breath fan over your sopping heat, shivers rolled off your spine down to your legs making you shake.

Out of all those times you and him had sex he never ate you out. He even told you about how good his head game is and how he doesn't lie in songs. "Let me take you to Hong Kong, princess" He said with a smirk on his lips right before he dove his lips onto your wet and soft clit. "Bend over this table for me baby". Ass and cunt now full display for him as pre-cum drips out your hole, What you failed to notice was how your mouth was almost in the mic and his computer monitor capturing all your sound's RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE! 2 OF THEM!!

He propped himself under your dripping cunt, His soft plush lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves. The strong suction of his mouth caused your hands to grip the chair in front of you like it was about to fall to its death off a 20 story building. Your legs closing in on his head as loud lewd moans escaped your mouth, his tongue licked and slurped from your clenching hole back up to your clit that he would flick every time he came in contact with it. "My little princess looks so good getting her cunt slurped up" He praised before he stuck his tongue straight into your desperate clenching hole.

" Fucking eat it" you gasped out as you shoved his head down making his tongue go deeper in your shaking cunt. You felt your juices leaking all in his mouth as he curled his tongue and let out a loud groan in your pussy. "My princess loves the way i eat her cunt doesn't she?" He growled as he took up for air, "Yes suga, love it so fucking much". He made you call him suga during sex because he loved the way you said it, so fucking cute." His hand slapped your ass and his tongue slapped your clit making you grab at his scalp harder. Yoongi's soft groans sent vibrations up your pussy adding fuel to the fire burning the knot deep in your tummy.

You moan scream loudly knowing the fact this room is soundproof, the thought of you overpowering the padding on the walls and some one bursting in the room makes your legs shake and your knees buckle. "Im gonna- fucking cum suga- aughh- Please suga!" loud slurping and sploshing sound filled the room.

His tongue enters your hole again as he grips your hips and fucks you down on it. the knot undone as you pull at his dark strands and yell out his name. His soft tongue coated in white and his whole face soaking wet from the crazy orgasm you just had.

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"Come 'mere baby and hear this". he grabbed your waist and pulled you in between his legs, he placed his headphones on your ears.

"Yea, you know my tongue work, i just sent my bitch on a flight to Hong Kong". You listened to his words but the volume suddenly got a bit higher making you hear every damn sound in the beat, Then it hit you like a bus when you heard it. "Yes suga, love it so fucking much" "OMG!?" you yelled out at him as his little evil laughed bubbled from his throat.

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✉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ minsugy- Omg y/n unnie it sounded like you in the new augstd song"

"Wha? Thats funny, ive never met him but I have to hear the song" you laughed acting as if you didn't the man.

✉! .•°⟡˚ ༘ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ! ᶠʳᵒᵐ nayeonie. YOU FUCKED SUGA???!!!

NO??!!

DONT LIE TO ME Y/N DISPATCH IS ON YOUR ASS

⊹˚. ♡taglist - @chimmy-licious @shescharlie @bangtanattic

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts x reader #kook-net #bts fic #bts yoongi #yoongi #min yoongi #min suga #suga smut #yoongi smut #yoongi bts #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp

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houpss · 3 months

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Lily's friends¡!

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

🧊–LEE TENSHI ¡! ✥

Okay, that was too obvious, BUT THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS. They've been friends since 2012, that's so long...

They were united by the fact that they were the only girls in a male group.

Tenshi is a very sweet "big sister".

Tenshi and Lily smells like lemon, sea and summer.

They are everywhere together, well, literally everywhere. The Sasaengs (yiwu) have a lot of photos of them together, as do the paparazzi.

Tenshi is so wise to Lily. 🥹

One is very active, and the other is calm.

They talk about each other publicly and actively support each other.

Tenshi literally went everywhere with Lily when Lily took rest. Tenshi did not leave her side (I will write a drabble about this)

Lily is very tactile with her, too much so.

Joint Live? YES. TikTok? YES.Songs? Maybe)

🧊–JEON JUNGKOOK¡! ✥

Her second best friend from BTS.

Jungkook as positive battery Lily.

ARMY often noticed her on Jungkook's live, but he was silent about her 😠

They starred in a commercial for Calvin Klein together.

Inappropriate fans believe that they are together.

Maybe they will record songs together???

Lily says her ideal type of man is Jungkook.

In difficult moments they are so comfortable with each other.

SHE LOVES HIS SONGS, SHE HAS THEM ON REPEAT 24/7.

Lily introduced Chan and Jungkook, now they are also friends.

Jungkook used to be very shy about Lily, but he is her first guy friend:((

Lily sometimes cooks for him, and he just fools around with her.

Frequently joke with each other on social media.

🧊–IM NAYEON¡! ✥

Friends from JYP!!

They are Park Jinyoung's main haters.

Lily daughter Nayeon)))

NAYEON IS SO GLAD THAT LILI IS HER CLOSE FRIEND, IT'S LITERALLY HAPPINESS NEARBY.

They fly together...anywhere, just travel when there is time.

Nayeon is a fan of SKZ 😈

Nayeon forces Lily to be friends and communicate with her plush bunny...

Nayeon is literally the sun and Lily is the moon.

They have lunch together in company.

Lily was ready to kill the leadership of JYP, when Nayeon's stalker became known.

🧊–SONG MINGI¡!✥

MY GOD.. HER BUN, HER BUNNY, HER CUTEST AND LITTLE BOY 🥺🥺🥺

LILY AND MINGI ARE LITERALLY SOULMATES AND THEY ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST.

Dispatch released statements about their relationship, but the company only said that they were very close friends.

In the summer they organize a fight against insects, and the pothos themselves run away from them.

Okay...they're having a drink whiskey together.

They became even closer during Kingdom!

Lily is Ateez's biggest fan and especially Mingi!

Mingi and Lily are very loud with each other, that can't be changed.

They've known each other for over 12 years!!

Lily taught Mingi to speak Russian for fun, but he does it very clumsily.

They are so supportive of each other and care so much :(((

🧊–Lily's other friends:

–Yeji and Chaeryeong (ITZY)

–Lily (NMIXX)

–Jake, Jungwon and Sunghoon (ENHYPEN)

–Karina and Winter (AESPA)

–Hwasa

–Lalisa Manoban (BLACKPINK)

–Soomin (STAYC)

–Keeho (P1HARMONY)

–Beomgyu (TXT)

–Yunjin and Eunchae (LE SSERAFIM)

–Ricky (ZB1)

–Dami (Dreamcatcher)

–Vernon (Seventeen)

–Soyeon and Minnie ((G)I-DLE)

–Kim Taehyung (BTS)

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Headrush (It's Too Sweet) | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plot, Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fingering, hand job, love bites/marking, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of oral sex - m receiving, allusions to fucking, slight exhibitionist streak (no locked doors here!), Jimin's tongue, yes that needs its own warning, Kitty Gang Jimin is the look, yes that also needs its own warning, Jimin is in full demon mode here - all temptation and teasing

Word Count: 1.6K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: Your job is perfect. Or it would be, were it not for one Park Jimin.

A/N: Happy birthday Jimin! You'll always be my favorite demon. 💜

This comes from a request from @reliablemitten. Yep, I'm still working my way slowly through those. 😆 It's my first time writing an Idol AU, so I hope I did it well! Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

You love your job.

As a stylist for Big Hit, you get to travel the world with one of the hottest acts in history, BTS. The team you work with is amazing, the looks you create are eye-catching and inspired, and, well, the money’s not bad, either. Yeah, all in all, your job is perfect.

Or it would be, were it not for one Park Jimin.

To his adoring fans, Jimin is a sweet lil’ mochi, a round-cheeked beacon of light and laughter who dances like he’s made of water and sings like an angel. You know better.

The man is a demon. Temptation is his calling card, and teasing is his passion.

And there’s no finer example of this than the way he’s pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs right now and pointedly not touching you exactly where you need him.

“Come on, Jimin,” you whine, leaning back on your palms to tip your cunt closer to his devilish mouth. The makeup table you’re sitting on is uncomfortable, hard plastic pressing into your ass, but you have to make do when you’re sneaking in a quickie between rehearsals. “We don’t have all day.”

“So impatient, Noona,” he simply sighs, shaking his head, pushing your skirt further up your stomach. “You know that just makes me want to go even slower. Really take my time.”

You do know, from experience, and so you fall silent, fingers curling around the edge of the table as his warm breath sends goosebumps racing down your thighs.

This all started with that damned outfit. The leather ensemble, a glittery gem-covered jacket over a fitted white shirt and tight tight tight pants. Your team really killed it, you couldn’t help but think, admiring him as he showed off for the other members during the fitting. With a cheeky grin, he rolled his body, running his fingers through his soft pink hair.

And look. You’ve never been immune to how attractive the band is. You’re a professional, of course, but you have eyes. Not to mention a healthy libido, which unfortunately revved up as Jimin undulated his body. You couldn’t help but follow the wave all the way down to his toes, before you dragged your gaze back to his face.

You thought you’d gotten away with your gawking. Until your eyes met. And he winked.

And now, he won’t let you live.

Just when you think you’re about to die from desire, Jimin traces his long pink tongue along your slit, lapping at the arousal seeping out of you. With a relieved groan, you drop your head to watch the gorgeous man kneeling between your legs suckle at your cunt. He always tells you that you taste like candy, but you’re the one who gets the sugar high, head swimming, heart racing.

It began slowly, this thing between you, with small gestures. A flirtatious smile here, a knowing glance there. Any time you let your gaze linger, lost in reverie, Jimin was quick to pounce, warm brown eyes suddenly darkening, smile sharpening into a smirk. You lost track of the number of times his tongue would suddenly flick out, licking his plush lips brazenly. Wantonly.

Then the comments started.

The two of you had a friendly working relationship - Jimin was easy to talk to, always quick with a joke or comment to make you giggle, and you knew you were his favorite stylist by the way he sought you out every time.

But after the day he caught you staring, his comments became less silly and more… suggestive.

“Is that what you wanted, Noona?” he asks, reclining on his knees while his ring-clad fingers plunge into your throbbing folds. His saccharine smile doesn’t fool you. He knows exactly how his touch drives you insane. Leaves you yearning for more every time. It’s never enough.

So you tell him. “You know it is. Ah, fuck.” He grins into the bite he’s just left in your soft skin. Your hips are littered with them, tiny marks of his own lusty language that can only be interpreted as ‘mine.’ “Why do you always make me beg for it?”

Because he can. Because he knows that you’ll always come back for more. His kisses, his tongue, his cock - you’ll take it all to feed the rush. That’s what addicts do.

He doesn’t answer, mouth too busy on your clit. Wisps of cotton candy strands float through your fingers as you clutch at his hair. Jimin hums with every tug, every pull, the vibrations making you join him in delicious harmony. It suddenly occurs to you that you didn’t lock the door, but the worry is fleeting, quickly licked aside by Jimin’s roving tongue.

The door was unlocked the first time, too. The memory of that day replays itself in your neediest moments, when you’re craving a fix.

It had been weeks of salacious comments and heated looks. Recently Jimin had added little touches into the mix - a hand pressing on your back just a few seconds too long, fingers brushing your cheek as he removed a hair that you both knew wasn’t there.

He’d found you in the hallway backstage, kneeling on the ground with your back to the wall, working on mending a torn sleeve. He came to a stop, asking you to help him with a tear in his pants, claiming he’d meant to ask before but had forgotten. But as you examined the fabric, you found no tears, no rips, nothing but smooth material stretching over thick thighs.

From your knees, you peered up at him in confusion, only to find him gazing down at you with a smoldering expression. Knowing that anyone could walk by at any moment, you’d cleared your throat, and his face relaxed.

He feigned ignorance, said another stylist must have already gotten to it, but when his muscles flexed under your touch, drawing your attention to the growing bulge in his pants, you knew the truth.

Fighting to keep your breathing normal, you’d sighed. “I swear to god, Jimin, you were put on this earth to give me a headache,” you informed him with naked exasperation as you’d straightened up, trying your best to act like you weren’t soaking through your underwear at the thought of his dick in your mouth.

“Oh, Noona, I was put here to do a lot more than that to you, I promise,” Jimin replied with that wicked smile of his, and that was it, the last straw. You snapped.

“Okay, that’s it!” you’d hissed, latching onto his arm, tugging him into the dressing room behind you. The door slammed shut as you rounded on him. “Enough already! I’m sick to death of you tormenting me like this! It’s all just empty words meant to get a rise out of me - and I’m not going to give you that satisfaction anymore!”

“Empty words?” Jimin’s eyebrows had hit the ceiling. His voice jumped an octave. “Empty words?” He’d stepped forward, crowding your space, pushing you back until your ass hit the makeup table behind you. Stumbling, you ended up on the table, gasping as he framed you in with his arms to lean over you. “Noona, you have no idea how wrong you are right now.”

There was a loud roaring in your ears as you sunk your fingers into the velvety-soft collar of his jacket, bringing him dangerously close to your face. “Then fucking show me, Jimin.”

His arms pulled you into his embrace as Jimin surged forward, finally planting his plump lips on yours. The heat of his kiss engulfed you, roaring flames burning everything in its path, like caution and reason. When he came in your mouth that day, you knew there was no going back.

And now you find yourself here, hiding in this dressing room, seeking another hit. Jimin fidgets on the ground, rubbing one hand over his crotch while he fucks you with the other.

“Do you need help with that?” He can’t see what you’re looking at, as his face is currently buried, but his muffled whimpers let you know that he understood your question, and he pulls away, rising to his feet while his pants fall to his ankles.

“Fuck, Noona, so good, always so good.” He’s hot and slick in your hand, tip already coated in precum, and the two of you pant in tandem as you bring each other to the edge with your hands. It’s always fast and messy with him in the end, no matter how much he builds you up with his taunting.

It’s surprisingly easy for the two of you to find reasons to slip away and meet like this. You’ve become intimately familiar with so many stadium dressing rooms, restaurant bathrooms, even the occasional hotel gym or sauna. Within seconds, he has you on your knees, on your back, bent over and moaning.

Despite the way you rush headlong into these rendezvous, you’re not naive. At some point, there will be a reckoning. This can’t go on forever. But right now, as he coaxes an orgasm from you with his thrusting fingers and hungry kisses, you let your mind go clear, giving in to the sensations.

Park Jimin might be a demon, but you’re the one who can’t resist the sin. It’s too sweet.

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Showstopper 📸 1: With me calling the shots, you will blow everyone away

Hoseok knows the rumors.

Everyone in the industry knows the rumors.

Min Yoongi is a player. Min Yoongi is a snake. Stand in front of Min Yoongi’s camera, and you will be just another one of his victims – prey for him to use as he pleases and toss away when he gets bored.

Still, when Hoseok gets the call to audition for the magazine at which the elusive Min Yoongi works as the lead photographer, he does not hesitate to say yes. This is Hoseok’s dream, and he will be damned if he lets some industry hotshot stand in his way. He is an up-and-coming model who has worked with some of the hottest, most chaotic people in the business; surely, one man is not capable of hip-swishing into Hoseok’s life and throwing a wrench in all his plans.

📸 Hoseok x Yoongi

📸 word count: 13.7k

📸 strangers to lovers, model & photographer au, angst, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

📸 warnings: pining, angst, sexual tension, Yoongi is a player, Hoseok is trying his best, bickering as a form of flirting, use of “slut” playfully. also, there is a brief chat about disordered eating/dieting but it does not go into detail and it is not something a main character lives with.

📸 written for the BTS Found Fest!

📸 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading!

📸 posted dec. 2022 | read on ao3

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When Hoseok gets his acceptance call, he is over the moon.

He dresses in his shortest black shorts and favorite black mesh tank top, and summons the boys to meet him out for drinks at their favorite club – his treat – to drop the bomb on them the moment the tray of shots is delivered. He is met with less than enthusiastic responses, which he had anticipated, but still feels annoyed by.

Jimin, with his wavy pink hair, matching pink crop top, and short, black tennis skirt, shifts onto one foot with a hand on his hip and the other in the air, palm facing heavenward, as if to ask what the fuck.

Taehyung sits, head to toe in white – a flowing vest over a turtleneck that is tucked into loose-fitting slacks, with a little beret on his head. His dark brown hair peeks out from under the beret, curling neatly, and his posture is stiff, eyes as wide as disks.

And finally, Jeongguk, drowning in all black cotton-polyester blend with his eyes lined thick in black and silver metal shimmering in his eyebrow, lip, and ears. His long, wavy hair is nearly long enough to cover his eyes, which are focused down at the table before him.

"You know the photographer's reputation, right?" Jimin says with a smile, his plush, glossy lips upturned and mischievous. His voice is bubbly, despite his glare being sharp.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and shrugs. Of course, he knows.

"I thought we made a pact never to apply there," Taehyung mutters. Despite his boxy lips always looking somewhat downturned, they are in a full, unmistakable frown.

"I didn't apply there," Hoseok responds smugly. "They called me."

Jeongguk says nothing – stares at the table before them with his arms around his chest, a reminder that Jeongguk and Min Yoongi worked together six months back. The kid must still be reeling from the experience.

"Look," Hoseok says, waving his hands in the air in an attempt to dispel the bad vibes. "We don't know which photographer I will be assigned to, okay. M is a huge magazine; they have more than one professional on set."

"But we can assume that if they called you, then it was at the behest of the man in charge," Jimin counters. "The smaller photographers aren't going to have any pull. And it is not as if anyone at that magazine makes choices but him. It's called M, after all. For Min."

Hoseok cannot help but laugh, throwing his head back so that his crimped, dark brown hair falls and shakes with his movements.

"I didn't take you for a conspiracy theorist, but go off, I guess."

This shuts them up, but only momentarily. Despite apparently having strong feelings about Hoseok's new boss, they are still thirsty little hyenas when offered alcohol, and as Hoseok begins to hand out bright pink cherry bombs, they all take one and wait patiently for their cue to cheer.

"To me being the first model who doesn't get royally fucked by M," Hoseok says cheekily as he holds out his drink.

"We'll see about that," Jeongguk mutters as they all take their shots.

* * *

Three hours later, Hoseok is wasted and decides to go home. A glance at the others, and they are all over each other on the dancefloor, with Jimin in the center, arms up above his head while Taehyung and Jeongguk felt and explored and groped.

"Embarrassing," Hoseok grumbles to himself as he punches in the address of their shared apartment building and waits for the app to tell him that a ride is on the way.

Truth be told, Hoseok does not find their behavior embarrassing at all. He is just jealous. He used to be the one to get all the attention – to get felt up on the dancefloor and have envious glares pointed his way.

Now it is always Jimin. Jimin, with his fat lips and fatter ass. Jimin with his whiny voice and snappy attitude. When Hoseok got the call to work for M, he could not wait to rub it in Jimin's face.

And maybe, some part of Hoseok hopes that the photographer does come onto him. It is not as if he will cave so easily to some man, and it will be nice to be the center of attention, again. With the pretty boys who once fawned over him gone, modeling in different countries, Hoseok no longer has his big beefy dummies to keep him grounded anymore. He feels lonely.

When his cab arrives, Hoseok takes one last drink of the vodka cranberry sitting on the table – probably Jeongguk's, but who is to say. He waves his hand in the general direction of the dancefloor, knowing they will absolutely not see him, and leaves with a huff.

Tomorrow, he is going to be bigger and better than any of his friends could ever dream of, and unlike Jeongguk – the only one who managed to work at the magazine before him – he will not come running back to the agency with his tail between his legs. No, no, not Hoseok.

Hoseok is different.

Hoseok is going to be a star.

* * *

Hoseok is instructed to go straight to the shooting location at 10 AM, and he is shocked when a driver arrives to pick him up just after 8, but he gets in the car. He is told the makeup and wardrobe tech will already be there, and to just bring himself and his photo ID.

When the car pulls up to the destination, Hoseok cranes his neck, looking out the windows. They are in the middle of coastal nowhere at a sand dune, and Hoseok scrunches his nose as he surveys the area. He is not looking forward to getting sand all over himself.

"You're sure this is the right place?" Hoseok mutters with a frown.

"Are you suggesting I can't do my job?" the driver responds, taking Hoseok by surprise.

"I—no, I'm—"

"Have a fun shoot, kid!" the driver interrupts in a fake-chipper voice.

Hoseok scowls and gets out of the car, instantly regretting his entire life. It is windy on the coast, and sand kicks up and blows into his face, so he lifts his arms to protect his eyes and mouth, then attempts to peek around in search of another living creature. Cars line the road but they all appear empty.

A ways away, smack dab in the center of the large expanse of sand, is a massive white tent. It certainly seems large enough to contain a photography studio, and Hoseok begins to hobble in that direction. The driver pulls away, abandoning Hoseok, and he sighs as he begins on uneven footing to traverse the sand.

Luckily, he had the wherewithal to wear sneakers. How unfortunate that they will be absolutely full of sand by the time the day is over. He is also dressed in black denim shorts that come mid-thigh, a plain white tee half-tucked in the front, and his outgrown, wavy dark brown hair is left to sit messily over his forehead and ears.

The instruction was to come untouched by makeup and product, and not to worry about wardrobe because one would be provided. So, Hoseok did as he was told and came with his hands empty, save for his ID, which is nestled in his front pocket.

By the time Hoseok is halfway to the tent, his calves and abs are burning, and he is out of breath. He feels silly trudging through wind and sand without another human in sight and doubts that he is even going the correct way. But, he reasons, there is no other way to go, so onward toward the large, ominous tent, it is.

As he nears the tent, Hoseok starts to hear music. It is a jazzy tune – piano accompanied by a low female voice. It sounds nostalgic but unfamiliar, and Hoseok slows his steps as he lets the music carry him toward the looming white structure in the middle of nowhere.

Once Hoseok rounds a corner and approaches what he assumes to be the front of the structure, a tall man pops his head out and smiles. Hoseok nearly gasps – feels his eyes widen, and his heart begin to pound – as the man's smile grows and dimples crease his cheeks. His dark brown hair is a bit outgrown into a soft, lazy mullet, and he has a smattering of glitter and silver shadow on his eyes, accenting the sharp edges of his lids.

"Hoseok?" the man asks, and Hoseok hesitates, then nods.

"Y-yes, hi," he manages, feeling out of breath from his sandy trek and blindsided by the man's beauty.

"I'm Namjoon," the man says, straightening out as Hoseok gets closer. "I'll be your makeup and wardrobe guy for the day."

Namjoon disappears behind the entrance, and Hoseok prances over the threshold after him. He is dressed head to toe in flowing black garments, and he spins on his slipper-clad feet as he leads the way further into the tent.

"Shoes go there, and there are slippers along the wall," Namjoon instructs, pointing vaguely behind him as he continues to walk away. "Find a pair in your size and keep them safe; they're yours."

Hoseok nods and scrambles out of his sneakers, kicking them off with his toes, then finds a pair of slippers that are slightly too big and shuffles his way toward Namjoon, who is leading Hoseok toward a partition off to the right side of the structure.

Toward the back of the massive tent are lights, light reflectors, and other equipment, all facing the far wall. Hoseok glances around, wondering if the man himself is there, and is disappointed to find the room empty.

To say Hoseok is eager to meet Min Yoongi in the flesh is an understatement. He wants to see what all the fuss is about so he can return home and laugh in the faces of those who doubt him. As far as he is concerned, there is no way any man in this sandy hellscape can be better looking than Namjoon.

As Hoseok rounds the partition, he expects to see a team of wardrobe and makeup staff, and is surprised to find only Namjoon standing before a rack of robes with one hand on his hip while he slowly shifts them back and forth. After a short moment, he pulls out a white silk knee-length robe with a pink petal and gold leaf design.

Namjoon glances up, motions for Hoseok to have a seat at a makeup station across from the robes, and Hoseok shuffles in and sits down on the cold, black leather. Despite the setup being inside a large tent, the mirror is surrounded by lights, casting a bright glare over Hoseok's perfect complexion as he stares at himself. He can't imagine how they managed to get electricity in a place like this – he assumes the lighting equipment can run on batteries.

"I'm going to crimp your hair and style it away from your forehead with a gold band," Namjoon informs as he drapes the robe over an empty chair, then approaches, standing behind Hoseok and using his pinkies to pull the hair from his face. "We'll do bright gold accents, and from there, Yoongi-hyung can decide what to do with you."

At the mention of Yoongi's name, Hoseok gets goosebumps. He hopes Namjoon does not notice – he does not want Namjoon to even have an inkling that Hoseok knows about Yoongi's reputation. The artist, however, is quite observant, and he smirks.

"What was that?" Namjoon asks.

Hoseok attempts to keep his voice natural, but it shakes as he responds, "What was what?"

Namjoon laughs a deep, jovial sound. "Oh, please. I saw the twinkle in your eye. Can't wait to meet the hot shot photographer, can you?"

Hoseok shrugs as his eyes float around the room – anywhere but Namjoon's all-seeing gaze.

"I hear he's the best of the best. And, of course I have seen his work. Hard not to get a bit excited."

A hum follows, but it is an unconvincing hum that makes Hoseok nervous.

"Just don't let him charm you," Namjoon mutters quietly, and Hoseok widens his eyes and gasps dramatically.

"Charm? Pfft, please. What kind of boy do you take me for?"

This time, when Namjoon laughs, it is lighter and more relaxed. "Just have to be sure. He has a reputation in these parts...and I'm tired of losing talented models to him."

With a roll of his eyes and the sweetest voice he can muster, Hoseok says, "Awe, Joonie, already warming up to me?"

Namjoon's mouth falls open in a look of shock with maybe a hint of awe.

"Joonie? I—what year were you born?"

At this challenge, Hoseok raises his eyebrows, already ready to win.

"94."

Namjoon's awe dissipates slightly, but he stands a little taller.

"Me too, what month?"

Hoseok's lips curl into a grin, and he draws out each syllable as he says, "February."

A pause, then Namjoon's façade falls.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath. “September.”

Hoseok hums, "So, I guess you can call me hyung, Joonie."

"I will do no such thing, Hoseok-ssi."

The two of them laugh, and Namjoon gets back to his task at hand, checking his crimper to make sure the metal is hot enough, then clipping back the top layers of Hoseok's hair to begin working on the underside.

They make small talk, but it is mostly friendly banter, and Hoseok closes his eyes as Namjoon does his work – he feels too awkward to either stare at his reflection or at the broad chest directly in front of him, depending on where Namjoon happens to be.

Then, the makeup begins, and Hoseok hums a tune that has been in his head for a while – a tune he cannot quite place. Namjoon is gentle and quick, and when Hoseok opens his eyes to glance at this final product, he gasps.

His sharp features are perfectly accentuated in gold, and there is a thick slope of gold liner around Hoseok's eyes that dusts out over his lids. With his hair crimped and pulled back, he looks like an effigy carved from metal – too pristine and heavenly to be real.

Namjoon gently takes Hoseok's chin with his fingertips and tilts his head up, then applies a little more makeup to one of his eyes.

"Your eyelids are slightly different shapes," he mutters under his breath.

Hoseok hums; he has heard this many times before, though not always in such a calm voice. In the modeling industry, being slightly imperfect is a burden, not something to be celebrated.

"It's nice," Namjoon mutters, "shows character."

Hoseok feels his heart pound from Namjoon's kindness and swallows a lump in his throat. He wonders if all the hype about this company is just that: hype. He is told the M team is ruthless and cold, but so far, all Hoseok has experienced warmth.

As Namjoon says, "There, perfect," and lets go of Hoseok's chin, Hoseok turns back to the mirror to stare at his reflection.

Namjoon has managed to even out the makeup without masking the shapes of eyelids in an attempt to make them look identical, and Hoseok feels proud of his eyes, and of himself, and changes into the robe with his chin up and with an optimistic outlook on the rest of the shoot.

* * *

As it turns out, the warmth ends the moment Hoseok steps past the partition and out of Namjoon's workspace. Hoseok walks out into the main area of the big white tent, toward where lights and reflectors are, wearing only a silk robe, his tight black briefs, and the slippers that are a half size too big.

Despite the wind being stopped by the tent, the room itself is fairly chilly. At some point, the music had turned off, leaving just the sounds of muttering voices and slippered feet to fill the space.

Hoseok cannot imagine why Yoongi asked him to come all the way out here just to shoot in a stupid tent, and as he gets closer to the equipment, to a single white chair that he notices has been placed in front of everything, he begins to feel annoyance crawl up his neck.

With a huff, Hoseok sits on the small, white, plastic chair. It feels cold through his measly layers of clothing, and he wraps his arms around his waist and slumps forward, wishing he could turn himself into a ball of body heat – or, better yet, evaporate into thin air and put what is undoubtedly set to be a strange experience behind him.

Soft footsteps pull Hoseok's attention from the spot on the white tent floor that he had been staring at, and he looks up to find a man in all black – the same loose-fitting black attire Namjoon and apparently everyone else wears – with nearly shoulder-length wavy dark brown hair approaching with a square black bag hanging from his shoulder.

It appears to be a camera gear bag, but the man in question looks too soft to be the infamous photographer. Hoseok has heard he is stern, with square shoulders and sharp eyes. This man looks like a cute little dumpling with the features of a kitten.

Hoseok has seen photos of Yoongi before, but he rarely makes public appearances, and when he does, his face is partially obstructed by a mask, sunglasses, a hat, or a combination of the three. In the photos, it is impossible to tell how tall the man is, but this man appears to be close to Hoseok's height – if not shorter – and he has always imagined Yoongi to be giant, commanding of attention.

The man approaches, sets his bag down beside the lighting equipment, and squats down to unzip it. Behind him, more men run into the room and begin fussing with things – many running behind Hoseok, and some checking the extension cords and other wires, making sure everything is in order.

One man, taller and broader than the one squatting near the gear bag, approaches with another square black bag. His eyes are pointed, and his brow is furrowed – he looks cold and reserved, and far too serious – and Hoseok thinks he must be Min Yoongi, after all. The man...the enigma.

"Everything should be set," the taller man says, and the one squatting nods, hums, and does not make any other acknowledgment.

A gust of wind behind Hoseok makes him shiver, and he turns to find a team of men opening the tent and rolling away the sides. In the distance, waves crash along the shore, and there are large jutting rocks that break the water, sending droplets flying into the air to glitter in the sun.

At least, that is what Hoseok imagines; it is too far away to see anything but a sea of sand and abstract shapes and color. But in his mind, the scene is stunning.

"You," a deep voice rasps, turning Hoseok's attention back to the man before him. It is the shorter one with wavy hair, and now that he is closer, Hoseok can see the stern, sharpness in his eyes. "Are you cold?"

Hoseok nods, becoming acutely aware of just how cold he is now that it is at the forefront of his mind, and he tightens his hands around his waist.

"Hmm," the man grunts, then he turns back toward where men are milling around, and shouts, "Seokjin!"

The man turns back to Hoseok but does not look at him.

"I'll have him bring you a heater, but I can't promise it will do much," he says as he fiddles with the camera in his hands, checking the screen and clicking buttons. "Can't have you getting gooseflesh."

"Th-thank you," Hoseok mutters.

The man looks at Hoseok and raises an eyebrow, and Hoseok thinks he may detect the hint of a smirk.

"I'm the photographer, by the way," he says, and Hoseok's breath hitches.

"Yoongi," he mutters under his breath.

Yoongi squints and tilts his head at Hoseok, taking a step forward to tower over him. Hoseok feels small on his cold plastic chair under such an intense gaze.

"That's Yoongi-ssi, to you."

Hoseok nods, feeling his heart pound. "O-of course, my apologies, Yoongi-ssi."

"But you have no reason to address me, regardless. I will give you orders, and you will follow them. No need to speak."

Discomfort gnaws at Hoseok's insides, and he drops his gaze from Yoongi to the floor, hugging himself tighter. There is absolutely no way this man was the object of his sweet friend Jeongguk's attention. This man is callous and demeaning.

"You can say yes sir as a response to me, though," Yoongi adds with a slight playful hint that Hoseok finds condescending. "If you'd like."

Hoseok shrugs and mutters, "I'm good," refusing to make eye contact, preferring the white floor instead. He could swear he hears Yoongi chuckle, but he chooses not to investigate.

The taller man named Seokjin returns, and Yoongi tells him to fetch a heater, to which he nods and goes in the direction from which he had just come. Hoseok wishes Seokjin were his photographer, instead. Despite his intimidating stature, he imagines nobody could be worse than Yoongi.

Yoongi and his team finish setting up, and Hoseok sneaks glances but does not stare long. With the tent open and more sunlight filling the space, everything feels bright, almost blindingly so, and Hoseok wishes he had something to ease his mind, like a thick pair of sunglasses, or a nice, stiff gin and tonic.

"All set?" he hears Namjoon's voice ask, and Hoseok glances up at him, expectantly.

Yoongi is facing Hoseok with Namjoon standing beside him, and both men have their hands on their hips, studying him.

"This will do," Yoongi says.

Namjoon's lips crack a smile, and he gives a single nod of his head. Hoseok wonders if that is all the praise Yoongi affords his staff – a simple "this will do" that sounds less encouraging than a pleasant "job well done."

Hoseok hates Min Yoongi.

He hates how the man seems so insincere and impersonal. He hates that someone as kind and talented as Namjoon does not get the praise that he deserves. As both men stand and scrutinize him with their eyes, he feels the urge to throw his hands in the air and storm out of there, leaving this entire experience behind him.

But before Hoseok can say or do anything, Yoongi turns to the staff, who have all gathered around the area, several feet from the camera equipment, and waves them all off.

"Today will be a closed set," Yoongi announces as he turns his attention back to Hoseok, eyes staring holes into his skin so intense, Hoseok looks down to the floor, only glancing up when he notices Seokjin return with the heater and leave before plugging it in.

There is some chatter amongst the staff, but for the most part, people shrug and begin to head to the exit. Those who were busy opening the end of the tent must be finished, and they file out around them, following everyone out.

"Be back in an hour," Namjoon tells them as he stands near the exit and waits for everyone to leave.

Then, when all of the black-clad bodies have left, Namjoon gives a glance back toward Hoseok, shooting a smile that is barely visible from this distance, and leaves, closing the door to the tent behind him.

Yoongi turns and opens a bag that has been set beside his equipment and begins to rummage through it. He pulls out a small gold bucket, sets it down on the floor, and squats to work the lid off.

"Disrobe, please," Yoongi says, keeping his eyes on the task at hand, and Hoseok hesitates, hands feeling stuck in place and unsure how to move.

When Yoongi glances up and cocks an eyebrow, Hoseok's limbs begin to work, and he quickly stands and unties the silk cord around his waist, letting the robe fall open. The wind from the beach is just strong enough to chill Hoseok, and with every new inch of exposed skin, he shivers harder.

"Hoseok," Yoongi mutters, standing with an open bucket of swirling gold liquid. "We don't have all day."

"What are y—"

"I want to paint your arms, chest, and neck. And maybe your shins. Once it's dry, we'll do some shots, then you can put the robe back on for the rest."

Ridiculous, Hoseok tells himself. Namjoon is the makeup and wardrobe artist; why is Yoongi the one to paint him?

Hoseok complies, shrugging away the robe until it slides down to his wrists, then he pulls one arm out to gather it with the other. Yoongi reaches for the garment, takes it, then tosses it aside to land in a pile on the floor. Then, he dips his hand in the bucket of paint, pulls it out, and stands, dripping it all over the otherwise flawless white floor.

“This will be cold,” is all the warning Hoseok gets before Yoongi begins to slather the gold paint across Hoseok's bare chest.

The paint is cold, but Hoseok thinks it is because of the contact with Yoongi's hand on his skin that he jumps and his breath hitches. Yoongi's palm is large, fingers are long, and as he smears the gold over his chest, warmth radiating beneath the initial cold from the touch, Hoseok lets his eyes flutter closed.

He does not want to see the slight tug of Yoongi's eyebrows as he concentrates, nor does he want to spot any freckles that may be on his nose from this close. Yoongi is the enemy, Hoseok reminds himself. And he will not fall victim to his charms – assuming the man has any, in the first place.

Hoseok has no idea how long it takes for Yoongi to cover him in paint, but it feels like an eternity. He shivers and breathes in through his nose, doing his best not to let his shoulders or chest rise and fall too heavily.

When Yoongi is finally done and all that is left is thick, drying paint and the ghost of all the places his fingers have touched, Hoseok opens his eyes to find Yoongi turning on the heater and adjusting it so that it points in Hoseok's direction. It is a tall, thin unit with a large angular top that appears to send heat downward, and although it takes some time for the warmth to adequately affect Hoseok, he is grateful.

Yoongi appears to be setting up equipment, checking his cameras, and readying rolls of film, and Hoseok keeps his eyes trained just past him, lest he gets caught staring. He is still standing in just his briefs, he assumes to wait for the paint to dry.

Quietly, Yoongi clears his throat, then he stands before Hoseok.

"Gonna do some closeups on your face, neck, and shoulders, first without the robe, and then we'll go out toward the end of the tent for some full body shots. I want your limbs elongated, face relaxed and indifferent, and your head tilted."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters, looking down, past Yoongi.

"You can't be afraid of eye contact."

Hoseok scoffs. "I'm not."

"Then look at me."

Hoseok blinks and lifts his eyes, staring ahead at Yoongi, whose expression is dark and heavy. His intense eye contact sends a shiver through Hoseok, but he returns the gaze, doing his best to steady his breath despite his pounding heart. Yoongi has two tiny moles – one on his nose and one on the apple of his cheek – and Hoseok feels his face begin to warm as he is the first to break eye contact and look, instead, at Yoongi's shoulder.

Without another word, Yoongi backs up, raises his camera, and begins to shoot. The sound of the shutter clicking, synched with the lights flashing, takes Hoseok out of his head, and he rolls his shoulders back, elongates his neck and arms, and begins to pose – moving ever so slowly while alternating looking into the camera and up to the side.

Yoongi takes several steps around Hoseok, shooting at a variety of distances and speeds, never giving any instruction, but occasionally humming to himself. Somehow, Hoseok feels a connection – like a mind link of sorts – and he follows along with Yoongi's movements with effortless confidence.

Then, Yoongi nods down to Hoseok's robe, mutters, "You can put it back on," and shoves his hands into a black cloth bag in which he has inserted his camera, to wind and change the roll of film.

Hoseok steps toward the robe, bends, and picks it up. He lets the fabric flow in the light breeze, despite there not being much sand on the floor to get stuck to it, then puts it on, leaving it untied but hugging it around his chest. Yoongi finishes his task, puts the strap of the camera around his neck, then grabs what appears to be a digital camera, and nods toward the opening in the tent.

"You don't have to go far, just a foot or so onto the sand. We can bring the heater if you need, but hopefully the sunshine will be enough."

The sunshine is not enough, but the sooner they get this shoot over with, the sooner Hoseok can go home. Thankfully, the wind does die down and Yoongi makes quick work getting his shots, only complaining once about goosebumps but grumbling that he can edit them in post. Although Hoseok was not looking forward to having to get into the sand, he welcomes the warmth as his shins and palms sink into it.

"All done," Yoongi says abruptly, after what hardly feels like an eternity, and turns on his heel to walk back into the tent while looking down at his digital camera, flipping through shots he had just taken and humming to himself.

Hoseok hobbles to his feet, groaning as the sand seems to stick to the paint on his arms and legs, and makes his way back to the partition where his clothing has been left. He never saw Namjoon return, and he hopes he comes back soon. Hoseok has no idea how much time has passed, nor how the hell he is supposed to get home.

As he stands with his palms open and out to his sides, trying to decide what to do, Yoongi's raspy voice pulls him from his thoughts, making him jolt.

"Don't bother getting dressed— Jesus, are you really that jumpy?"

"I wasn't expecting you to creep up behind me," Hoseok responds as he turns to find Yoongi's head peeking around the corner.

"You can shower at mine and I'll drop you off."

Ah, Hoseok thinks, so this is how he gets them. Offers them a shower and a ride home. Textbook creeper move.

"No thanks," Hoseok says, turning back to his clothing. "I can just go like this and shower when I get home."

"Go where?" Yoongi asks in almost a teasing tone that makes Hoseok's blood boil.

"Home," Hoseok responds, attempting to keep his voice calm.

"And how will you get there?"

At this, Hoseok turns on the balls of his feet and glares at the man who has the audacity to smirk at him. "A car."

"I'm certain you didn't drive here."

"No, I—"

"Reception is shit. You won't be able to get a taxi back. Plus, I can't possibly pay you enough for today's shoot for you to be taking a cab this far. Let me give you a ride, it's no big deal."

Hoseok sighs. He hopes that Namjoon may magically appear and offer him a ride instead, but as he takes his time slipping his feet into his slippers and gathering his clothing into a neat pile, no such miracle occurs.

"What if I get gold on your car seats?" Hoseok offers as a final concession to talk the man out of giving him a ride.

Yoongi shrugs. "I've gotten worse on my seats. It's water-based, anyway; washes right out."

How annoying, Hoseok thinks, that Yoongi seems to have all the answers.

When they exit the partitioned area, several men are back, putting the tent back together. Others are packing up the equipment and locking it away. Hoseok glances around to see if Namjoon has returned, but of course, he is nowhere to be seen.

Yoongi changes from his slippers into some boots, so Hoseok does the same, sliding his feet into his sneakers. He waits to see whether Yoongi takes his slippers with, then decides to leave his behind when Yoongi does so, tucking the heel of one of his into the toe of the other, so he can easily identify them next time. Assuming there will be a next time.

"This way," Yoongi says as he leaves the tent and veers off to the right.

There is less distance to trudge in this direction, and Hoseok does his best to keep up despite the sand making it difficult to walk in a straight line. With each sink of his foot, Hoseok feels his patience and understanding crumble away, falling through his fingers like the very sand he despises.

Yoongi is the first to make it up a short hill and onto flat land, and he turns to offer Hoseok a hand, which Hoseok declines before realizing just how steep and difficult the area is. Reluctantly, Hoseok places a hand in Yoongi's, ignoring the warmth that radiates from his skin and how engulfing his grip is.

"You shoot out here a lot?" Hoseok mutters, unsure why suddenly, he feels the urge to make small talk with his sworn enemy.

Yoongi hums and nods, and when Hoseok is safely standing on a small gravel road, Yoongi lets go of him and turns away, walking toward a large black sedan. Once Hoseok rounds the vehicle and opens the door, the air around him seems to thicken. He clambers into the seat, taking care to make sure the robe covers his legs, then buckles his seatbelt and neatly places his clothing onto his lap. Yoongi seems to be placing his gear into the trunk

The vehicle smells musky, with hints of wood and something floral. It is almost intoxicating, and Hoseok closes his eyes to breathe slowly in through his nose and out through his mouth in an attempt to center himself and erase all thought from his mind. He will not let the smell of Yoongi's vehicle distract him from the fact that the man is the fucking devil.

Yoongi gets into the driver's side and Hoseok quietly clears his throat and looks out the window – anywhere but at the man beside him. The ignition starts and the car begins to move ahead, and although the area is beautiful and Hoseok would like to spend more time getting to see the terrain, his eyes focus on nothing as he stares ahead. Briefly, Hoseok checks his phone, only to find he has no bars, and he lets his hand fall to his lap.

"I would like to sit down with you and look at the shots before sending you home for the day," Yoongi says, breaking the tense silence. "You will get paid for your time, and there is a shower in the studio that you can use to clean off. When you are ready, I can either take you home or call you a cab."

Hoseok says nothing, just stares ahead as the rocky scenery slowly blends into countryside, leaving the beach behind them.

"Hoseok," Yoongi grumbles, and Hoseok sighs, then says, "Yes, sir," with a bite on the end of the last word.

Yoongi chuckles. "Are you always so uptight?"

Anger rises in Hoseok, and he turns to find Yoongi has removed a layer of his clothing, with pale, muscular arms on display and his black t-shirt hugging him a little too tight. Hoseok only spares Yoongi's face a glance before turning to look ahead.

"This is real rich coming from the guy who told me not to speak, and to blindly follow his orders."

Yoongi chuckles again, which only serves to make Hoseok angrier. "I was joking. You models, I swear."

"Asshole," Hoseok mutters under his breath, and Yoongi laughs even harder. If he weren't driving, Hoseok would feel the urge to slap him.

After their minor transgression, the drive is quiet, save for Yoongi turning on the radio. He keeps the volume low but occasionally taps his fingers to the beat against the steering wheel. As the city comes into view, Hoseok begins to dread going back to Yoongi's home studio and sitting with him. The man is so impossible to read, and he just wants to put this day behind him and go have a stiff drink.

Hoseok's phone buzzes to life, suddenly flooded with the notifications he missed while in the middle of sandy fucking nowhere, and he glances down at his screen as they come in.

Jimin Details! I need to know everything about today's shoot!!!

Jeongguk Good luck, hyung! Don't let that monster charm you!!!

Jimin You've been silent all morning. Please let us know you're still alive!

Jeongguk Your silence is worrying...

Taehyung Please don't be mad, but I had to use your toothbrush :/ I'll get you a new one this weekend!

Jimin If you don't respond by 5 I'm sending out a rescue team!

Jimin On second thought, if you really have gone missing, I get first dibs on your closet!

Jeongguk Whatever you do, do not let him take you to his home studio to shoot more photos! Stay away from there!!!

"Almost there," Yoongi says as he exits from the main highway, into the city.

Hoseok shoots off responses to everyone, assuring Jeongguk that everything is fine, warning Jimin to stay the fuck away from his closet, and sending Taehyung a simple, "Ew." Then he tucks his phone away and watches as the city forms around them.

It is no surprise to Hoseok that Yoongi lives in one of the more affluent areas. He is, after all, the Min Yoongi – a prodigy from a young age who shot into superstardom with his photography. Hoseok would be shocked if the man has worked a normal job a day in his life.

As much as Hoseok knows he should take Jeongguk's advice and insist on a ride back to his place instead, he is curious to see how Yoongi lives. He wonders if he holes up in some shabby apartment just on the outskirts of the expensive area, in a place so covered in books, artwork, and other found objects, that he has to create paths from room to room, sheepishly apologizing for the state of the place. He would, after all, still be able to bag someone as weird as Jeongguk, so it is not beyond the realm of possibility.

Or, Hoseok thinks, maybe he lives in a stuffy high-rise full of his parent's things, and despite his big age, he has to respond to their beck and call because they undoubtedly paid for his education and keep the roof over his head, and he owes them his life – the true owners of M magazine. It is all conspiracy, but Hoseok allows his mind to wander.

As they pull up to a rather nice building, Hoseok glances around, taking in the architecture. These particular apartments are spacious and large, but not very tall, overlooking both the city and the river, which is not too far in the distance, from a hillside. A penthouse in a building like this costs a pretty penny, and it is just secluded enough from the more busy areas of town that the noises from the city at night probably do not reach it.

"This is me," Yoongi grumbles as he shuts off the ignition and gets out of the car.

Hoseok hesitates, only unfastening his belt when Yoongi opens the trunk to retrieve something. Then, Hoseok gets out of the vehicle, holding his clothing tight to his chest and making sure his robe is closed. He follows Yoongi up a short set of stairs, into a rather plain but large lobby, and avoids eye contact with the woman at the front desk while they make their way to the elevator.

There are only five floors in this building, and as Yoongi uses a card to gain access to the fourth floor, Hoseok wonders if each unit has its own elevator access.

"Floor four," Hoseok chides, watching through the reflection of the silver elevator doors as Yoongi's eyebrows rise and he cocks his head in Hoseok's direction. "I would have expected a hot shot photographer like yourself to have the penthouse suite."

Yoongi's reflection smirks, and Hoseok finds himself looking away.

"I do," he rasps as the elevator doors slide open, and he steps forward into a small hallway with a single door, leading straight into the spacious unit. "This floor is my studio."

Yoongi punches in a code and pushes open the door, sliding off his shoes near the entrance and walking through the space. Hoseok follows behind just fast enough to avoid the elevator doors closing on him, and removes his shoes, as well. Although the studio looks like a typical apartment at first, with large couches near a glass wall and an open-concept kitchen, there are bags here and there with equipment sticking from them, stacked neatly on tables and chairs.

"Have a seat," Yoongi calls from the kitchen as he fills a glass of water from the sink. He seems to have dumped his bag on one of the large leather couches, so Hoseok goes that way and sits a few feet from it.

When Yoongi returns, he has two glasses, and he sets one in front of Hoseok on a large wooden coffee table, then sits in the space between Hoseok and the bag.

"I'll make this quick so you can clean up and head home," he says as he begins to unzip the bag and pull out his camera.

"Obviously, we can't see everything I shot because some of it is on film," Yoongi mutters as he shifts around with a camera body in his hand and begins to flip through photographs. "But I wanted to at least run some of these by you before I touch them up and send them off to the editors."

Hoseok leans in and looks at a closeup of his face, painted gold with his wild, crimpy hair nearly covering one eye. He may as well be Adonis with his sharp yet soft features, accentuated beautifully by makeup and a glow of natural light.

"Wow," Hoseok mutters before he can stop himself, and Yoongi flips through a few more, all with slight variations to the angle and pose of his head, as well as the intensity in his eyes.

"You're a natural," Yoongi says softly, taking Hoseok by surprise.

He glances up to find Yoongi gazing down at the photo on the screen, and feels a prickle in his palms, which begin to sweat. The woody, floral musk from Yoongi’s vehicle tickles Hoseok's senses, making him light-headed, and he breathes through his mouth in an effort to stop smelling it.

"Th-thank you."

"Are you confident with these shots? Can we go ahead and use them?"

Hoseok is surprised by Yoongi's questioning and stares at him for a split moment. Never has a photographer bothered to go over the photos with him before, much less ask how he feels about them. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow and Hoseok blinks heavily and swallows a lump of something nervous and unfamiliar.

"Y-yeah," Hoseok mutters, "Of course. You did a great job."

"Great," Yoongi responds as he flicks the power for the camera body off and sets it on his lap. "If you want to get cleaned up, there is a bathroom just past the kitchen. I will start on touching these up, in there," Yoongi points to a room in the opposite direction, across from where they sit, "so just shout when you're finished."

"Oh—okay," Hoseok says as he shifts away from Yoongi and picks up the glass of water, suddenly feeling parched.

Yoongi gets up from the couch, and says, "Use whatever you want in there. Towels are in the closet." Then he takes the camera and walks in the direction of what Hoseok assumes is his office.

Hoseok drinks more water, then stands from the large, brown sofa and slowly makes his way toward the set of doors near the kitchen. The furnishings are minimal, all made from what looks like restored wood and brown leather. Landscape photographs line the walls on this end of the space, near the kitchen and bathroom, and poster-sized versions of some of Yoongi's magazine covers are on the walls in the other direction.

In the bathroom, Hoseok quickly locates a towel, figures out the shower, and washes the gold from his skin. Luckily, as Yoongi said, it washes off easily, and he does not have to scrub too hard. The soaps and shampoos are fruity, and by the time Hoseok gets out and dries off, he smells like a basket of apples and tangerines.

It feels good to be back in his own clothes, and Hoseok towel dries his hair, then uses it to dab away some of the makeup that did not come out in the shower. As he exits the room, he cannot help but notice two toothbrushes in a cup by the sink and thinks it is a little weird that someone who lives in a different apartment uses this space to brush his teeth. Then he shrugs the thought away, shuts off the light, and returns to the couch.

Hoseok barely opens his mouth to call for Yoongi, when he sees Yoongi's head pop out from the room.

"Which side of town do you live on?" he asks.

Suddenly, Hoseok feels shy about getting a ride back home, and he begins to pull his phone out, muttering, "Oh, you don't have t—"

"Because if you are near your old campus, I have to go that way, so I can just drop you off."

Hoseok considers lying about where he lives and getting a cab, but he remembers how broke he is and, with a sigh, concedes. Yoongi probably already looked up where he lives, anyway; he has that information on file.

"Yeah, I don't live too far from there."

"Perfect," Yoongi says as he makes his way to the entrance hall and slides on his shoes, calling for the elevator while Hoseok scrambles on to join him.

* * *

"Well?" Jeongguk asks with wide, curious eyes as Jimin pours four glasses of beer, causing the first to nearly overflow with foam.

Hoseok shrugs.

"It was...weird. But fine."

"Weird but fine," Jimin parrots, sliding a glass toward Hoseok. "That's it?"

"I mean," Hoseok sighs, "I don't know. I went out to the sea, and it was sandy and windy, and he covered me in gold paint. The photos came out nice, and after, he gave me a ride home."

"A ride home, or a ride to his place?" Jeongguk asks.

Hoseok glares at his young friend while taking a sip of the cold, bittersweet beer, then sets his glass down on their shabby wooden table with a thunk.

"To his studio, and then home. And before you ask, no, he did not make any moves. We barely spoke. He just offered to let me look at the photos and then I washed the paint off in the shower, and that was it."

Taehyung gasps from Hoseok's right, and everyone turns their attention to him.

"What if he has a camera in his shower?"

Hoseok scoffs and rolls his eyes, though the thought settles like bile in his guts.

"He does not have a camera in his shower," Jeongguk mutters, almost defensively, and Hoseok takes another sip of beer. "He's not a sexual predator, he's just...sly. And conniving."

"Lovely," Hoseok grumbles, causing Jimin to laugh.

"So was he charming?" Jimin asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"No," Hoseok responds plainly. "He was kind of an asshole."

Jimin gasps. "He what?"

"I mean, I don't know. I don't think I get his sense of humor. He's kind of dry and comes off as a little cold."

"But he offered to let you see the photographs?" Jeongguk asks.

"Yeah. Why?"

Jeongguk shrugs and takes a drink of his beer, and Hoseok pushes against his arm, nearly causing him to spill.

"Why, Ggukie," he presses.

Another shrug, and Jeongguk mutters, "Just not something he typically does."

There is a sadness in Jeongguk's tone that does not go unnoticed, but Hoseok has no idea what to say to him, so he shrugs and acts indifferent. Anything to change the vibe.

Because, really, he does not want to make his friend feel sad, and he definitely does not want him to feel replaced, despite that absolutely being the goal before. But it is hard not to talk about Yoongi when Hoseok now works for him and everyone seems so keen on hearing all about it.

“He never went through your photos with you?” Jimin asks Jeongguk, and Hoseok fights the urge to reach over the table and slap him.

Instead, he opens his eyes wide and makes a faint shake of his head to tell Jimin not to go there. Jimin simply rolls his eyes, turning his gaze back to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk shrugs – apparently this is his thing tonight – and mutters, “Not at first. Only once he started trying to get to know me better. He used it as a tactic to flirt and compliment me."

Hoseok makes the mistake of taking another sip of his beer, and at the notion of Min-stoic-Yoongi flirting, he nearly shoots the carbonated beverage through his nose. Instead, a scoff lodges the liquid into his nasal cavity, and Hoseok begins to cough, slamming his beer down on the table and slapping himself in the chest. When he finally has enough wits about him, all he can do is laugh, feeling tears break from the lines of his eyes while remnants of beer burn his nasal cavity.

“Nice work, you nearly killed Hoseok,” Taehyung whines, pointing a hand over the table.

“Sorry,” Hoseok rasps, throat absolutely wrecked. “The idea of Yoongi flirting made me choke.”

A loud, almost defensive scoff comes from Jeongguk. “You have no idea. Seriously, watch out for him.”

And although Hoseok can recall at least one moment where Yoongi’s voice had taken on a soft, inviting tone, it is overshadowed by him being a snarky pain in the ass.

“Whatever you say, Ggukie.”

* * *

Hoseok wakes up hungover to the sound of his phone dinging with a new text message. He has been hitting snooze for the last forty-five minutes, and he groans as he reaches for his phone, squinting his eyes open.

The sun shines into his large window way too brightly despite the powder blue curtains hanging over them, and he curses himself for choosing something cute yet impractical, as always.

Hoseok is not surprised when he clicks on his phone screen to find that it is already past eleven in the morning. But he is surprised to find a text from an unknown number.

[unknown] Hoseok-ssi, it’s Yoongi. Meet me for dinner at 4? We need to discuss the cover.

A dissatisfied grumble rocks through Hoseok at the thought of meeting Yoongi for dinner, but his traitor of a stomach rumbles hungrily. As he saves Yoongi’s number to his contacts, he wonders what kind of posh, penthouse steak joint he will be rolling up to. Already, outfit after outfit comes to mind, and he even considers a nice silk gown and a string of pearls.

Hoseok Sure. Where?

Because the thing about men like Yoongi – assholes with a wallet as thick as their reputation is dirty – they are suckers for a pretty face accentuated by pearls.

Min Asshole I’ll have a driver go get you at 3:45. I know a little spot nearby. Don’t dress up. It’s not that kind of date.

Date. Hoseok scoffs. The nerve of this man.

Hoseok So I should wear a hoodie and ripped jeans? Got it.

Min Asshole Knock yourself out.

“Fucking hate this guy,” Hoseok mutters as he tosses his sunshine yellow duvet aside and swings his legs over the edge of his bed.

He has half a mind to dress as posh as possible for the so-called date just to piss Yoongi off, and he hums a misplaced tune to himself as he stumbles toward his walk-in closet, looking for the perfect fit.

* * *

"So, let me get this straight," Jimin says with his lips hanging slightly open, gazing down at Hoseok as he presses the final fake eyelash in place. "You are dressing up to meet with a man who you despise – who told you not to dress up – because you want to...what? Rub yourself in his face?"

"Phrasing," Hoseok mumbles, realizing too late how silly it seems when spoken aloud as he adds, "But yes. That is the plan."

"Sounds to me like you want him to want you."

"I don't w—" Hoseok slaps Jimin's hand away and sits up, assessing himself in the mirror. "I'm just being playful," he continues, looking at Jimin through the mirror and batting his accentuated eyelashes. "Can't I be playful?"

"Do whatever you want, Seokie," Jimin says while mussing Hoseok's hair in his fingertips, giving it some volume. "Just be careful. I know Jeonggukie is probably laying the warnings on thick because he feels some sort of way about being cast aside, but the man does have a reputation."

"I am not trying to fuck him," Hoseok insists, giving Jimin's reflection a stern look.

With a roll of his eyes, Jimin says, "I hear he's hot, so if you do, I wouldn't blame you. Just don't catch feelings."

"I'm not—"

Jimin holds up one hand and closes his eyes. "I said what I said."

Hoseok absolutely does not plan to fuck Min Yoongi.

Yes, the man is hot. And rich. And influential. And he smells like a spring morning just before it rains. And he has two tiny moles on his nose and cheek and a deep, alluring voice. But he is the enemy.

“All done?” Jimin asks, and Hoseok breaks from his thoughts to look over his reflection.

His hair is wavy and a little messy – hinging perfectly between looking unkempt and intentional – and Jimin has affixed false lashes that are only slightly longer than his naturals, with a dusting of gold shadow on his lids, which has been dabbed brighter in the creases.

Rather than wear a satin gown and pearls, Hoseok decides on a black blazer with a deep neck, a black mesh shirt, and black slacks. Elegant enough for a hip, seafood spot and casual enough for a small sushi haunt. He considers jewelry, running his fingertips over a white gold chain link necklace, but ultimately decides not to overdo it.

At 3:45 pm on the dot, Hoseok receives a text from another unknown number, telling him that his ride has arrived, and he kisses Jimin goodbye – two quick pecks on each cheek – as he slides his feet into platform black sneakers and makes his way down the hallway, down a short flight of stairs, and out the door, shouting at Jimin to stay the hell out of his closet.

A black sedan waits on the curb, and Hoseok wonders if it is just Yoongi being a silly goose and pretending to be a driver. But as Hoseok approaches, he sees a different familiar face and tenses up.

Seokjin rolls down the window, gives Hoseok a once-over, and smirks. “Getting in or what?”

Hoseok bends at the waist to look into the window. “What’s the protocol? Am I supposed to ride in the front or the back?”

Seokjin – eternally unamused – raises an eyebrow and says, “I don’t give a fuck, just get in the car.”

With a huff, Hoseok straightens out and gets into the front seat. He likes Seokjin’s attitude and has a feeling his presence might be just annoying enough to get another rise out of him on the way to the restaurant.

Turns out, however, Seokjin is even more stoic than Yoongi. He hardly acknowledges Hoseok beyond grunts and hums, and only cracks a measly smile when they pull up to the restaurant as he says, “Enjoy!”

Hoseok may not know Seokjin well, but he can spot mischief, and that man’s smile is nothing if not mischievous.

Still, Hoseok says, “Thanks, I probably won’t!” with his chin held high, because nobody gets the last laugh but him.

As Hoseok clambers out of the sedan and turns to the building on his right, realization hits. The spot Yoongi invited him to is a tiny hole-in-wall pizzeria. Hoseok turns back to Seokjin with his eyebrows raised, silently asking if this is seriously the spot, and is met by an amused Seokjin waving his fingers at Hoseok as if to encourage him to go inside.

With a deep, fortifying breath, Hoseok turns back toward the building, holds his chest high, and opens the door to the restaurant. Immediately, he is hit by an overwhelming scent of cheese, herbs, and roasted tomatoes, and he pauses in the entrance to glance around, feeling incredibly overdressed.

A spot like this does not have a host stand, but, luckily it is small enough that one quick glimpse around the place shows his dinner date in a booth, in the back. Hoseok walks past Yoongi and slides into the booth before him, doing his best not to notice the way Yoongi’s eyes rise, take in his appearance, and then drop back to the phone in his hands. He has a mask over his mouth, which he tucks under his chin.

“I told you not to dress up,” Yoongi mutters in a gravely deadpan.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t.”

Seconds pass as Yoongi types something out, then he sets his phone face down on the table beside him and picks up a menu. His hair is wild, hanging in his eyes, and he wears a simple black long-sleeve tee with a hint of a gold chain around his neck.

“Do you have dietary restrictions?”

Hoseok, who pretends to read over the menu but finds it too overwhelming, says, “No.”

Yoongi hums. “There’s a loaded potato pie that’s really good. Has bacon and shit. I usually get that, if you’re not sure what to order.”

Despite Yoongi’s voice giving off absolutely no hint that he actually does like the pizza he describes, Hoseok is sold. He glances over the description on the menu, and likes the way it looks.

“Sounds good. I’ll try that.”

“Beer?”

A beer would certainly help placate the hangover that lingers, making Hoseok feel fussy and antsy.

“Beer sounds good.”

Yoongi calls over a server, places their order, then sits back and finally gives Hoseok his full attention. His eyes rove Hoseok’s face and chest, then he smirks softly.

“This is you not dressed up?”

A hint of playfulness sneaks through the raspy indifference, and Hoseok considers it a win.

“Okay, I’m a tiny bit dressed up,” Hoseok admits, reveling in how the corner of Yoongi’s mouth quirks up ever so slightly. “I always do a little something, though; I didn’t dress this way just for you.”

Yoongi folds his hands over the table and leans in close, smirking. “Why would you dress up for me?”

Heat rises to Hoseok’s cheeks and he rolls his eyes and looks away, to the ugly exposed brick walls and the server wearing a garish, bright green smock. He shrugs and mutters, “Excuse me for liking to make a decent first impression.”

“You interviewed with my company and stood for photos. This is hardly your first impression.”

Hoseok slowly intakes a deep breath and makes eye contact with the man across from him whose smirk is still plastered over his stupid pretty face.

“You’re insufferable.”

Yoongi’s smile widens into a grin, and as he mutters, “I know,” the server drops off two heavy mugs of beer.

There is undeniably something about the way Yoongi’s lips curl and his eyes pierce that makes Hoseok feel small under his gaze. He wonders if he had the same effect on Jeongguk – someone who is at least a few inches taller than Yoongi.

Ordinarily, Hoseok would stare back – give just as intense eye contact and form his lips into an equally enticing smirk – but he finds it difficult to hold Yoongi’s gaze for longer than a few seconds, and even shifts in his seat as he picks up his glass to take a drink.

The beer is somewhat darker than Hoseok usually drinks, coating his tongue in a heady mix of malt and hops. He stares ahead and takes another drink, then sets it down.

“I was hoping to shoot you again for the cover,” Yoongi says as he lifts his beer to his lips and takes a sip. Hoseok looks up in time to watch Yoongi’s eyelashes flutter closed for just a split second as he savors the taste, and he instantly averts his eyes to the worn, wooden tabletop.

“I thought you said the shots we did were good,” Hoseok responds, unable to hide the slight tremble in his voice.

Yoongi sets his glass down, and Hoseok nervously looks up to find Yoongi studying him with a somewhat calm, unreadable expression.

“What I said was that you are a natural,” Yoongi corrects. “And by that, I meant that the photos we took were great. Not good. Never let anyone tell you that you are simply good.”

“Oh—okay.”

“I want to reshoot with the same makeup, but in more playful lighting. Pinks, blues...something more dynamic. Something that takes your greatness and makes it show-stopping. Understood?”

Yoongi thinks Hoseok has the ability to be show-stopping, and that fact alone has Hoseok's heart beating wildly in his chest.

“Uh-understood.”

“Good,” Yoongi says, then he cocks an eyebrow, and adds, “I mean, great.”

Hoseok clears his throat, and before he can stop himself, he says, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Yoongi asks, lifting his glass once more to take a drink.

“For believing in me. Nobody has ever called me show-stopping before.”

“Well, the audition photos you sent me were far from remarkable,” Yoongi brazenly states as he tongues the inside of his mouth.

Hoseok gasps and considers throwing his beer on Yoongi, but Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head as he continues.

“You were stunning – are stunning. You aren't the problem. Some photographers just don’t have an eye for beauty and they miss it. The makeup and outfits were lackluster, the lighting wasn’t perfect."

When Hoseok says nothing, Yoongi continues, "Nobody has given you the chance to be show-stopping, is what I mean. But with me calling the shots, you will blow everyone away – mark my words.”

The server returns and sets a steaming hot pizza in front of them, but all Hoseok can do is stare at Yoongi and attempt to let everything he just said settle.

“Are you free tonight?” Yoongi asks, pulling Hoseok from his reverie.

He struggles to form a cohesive thought and blurts out, “Huh?” forgetting what they had been talking about.

“To shoot a few more photos for the cover,” Yoongi says, reaching for a slice of pizza. “Namjoon’s schedule is clear and he can meet us at my studio, but only if you’re free. Otherwise, maybe tomorrow, or—“

“I’m free tonight,” Hoseok responds quickly.

He finds himself having to instantly look away when Yoongi smiles widely, showing off pretty pink gums as he says, “Great.”

* * *

Hoseok is full when he climbs into Yoongi’s black sedan, and he groans as he reaches for his seatbelt.

“Too much pizza and beer,” he whines. “I’ve never had a photographer feed me so well.”

Yoongi shifts himself to face Hoseok once his seatbelt is fastened. “You don’t have any disordered eating habits, do you?”

“No,” Hoseok responds with a chuckle. “No, I’m blessed with a good metabolism. And I dance a lot in my free time, so I'm usually pretty good at holding a steady weight.”

“That’s good. I like my models to be nice and healthy. But if you do form any bad habits, I have a specialist on call who can help out with that.”

The concern in Yoongi’s voice takes Hoseok by surprise. Of course, his income hinges on hiring models who can perform, but typically, photographers do not care about their health. If anything, many of the people he has worked for have encouraged him to skip meals.

“I appreciate it, but there is really no need,” Hoseok mutters as he fidgets with his hands on his lap. Eager to change the topic, he says, “You mentioned before that my previous outfits weren’t that great, but need I remind you that I only wore paint in many of the shots you took.”

Yoongi reaches behind Hoseok’s seat and glances through the rear window as he reverses just enough to put space between his vehicle and the one in front of his. Then, he stops, turns his attention to Hoseok, and says, “You would be show-stopping fully nude.”

At this, Hoseok turns his head and stares out of the passenger side window. He can feel Yoongi hovering still – can smell the dewy spring morning scent that is him.

Yoongi shifts gears, straightens out, and adds, “Under the right lighting, of course,” then pulls away from the curb, and all Hoseok can do is scoff. The absolute nerve of this man.

Hoseok SOS

Jimin OMG what happened? Where did he take you? Do I need to call in reinforcements???

Hoseok Wow, no, my god. He’s just being very flirtatious, and it’s making me panic.

Jimin He flirted??? You are in trouble. How did it make you feel?

Hoseok I don’t know. Tingly. Excited.

Jimin !!!

Hoseok Not because it’s him! Okay! I am but a simple slut who enjoys being complimented. That is all.

Jimin Oh god, you’re gonna fuck him, aren’t you? Honestly, I support your decision either way.

Hoseok I am NOT going to fuck him, I just needed a distraction from his sly words and his deep, gravely voice. Thank you for your unbridled chaos, it helped.

Jimin Any time. But listen: if you DO fuck him, please report back because I need to know what the fuss is. Like…maybe his dick is made of gold or something. Jeongguk won't say a peep about it, so this is all on you. Give me every detail, baby! Every detail!

Hoseok Wow! Okay, bye!!!

Jimin EVERY DETAIL!!!

“We’re here,” Yoongi grumbles, and Hoseok looks up from his phone with a start.

Here they are, parked outside the same apartment building as yesterday. The only shred of hope that Hoseok has left is knowing that Namjoon will also be here. Because if Hoseok is being honest with himself, he knows that there is absolutely no way in hell he would stop Yoongi’s advances – should he make any.

This is bad. This is real bad.

As they get out of the vehicle and approach the building, Yoongi takes the lead, and Hoseok regrettably lets his eyes fall to a very perky, very round butt. He makes a mental note to never walk behind Yoongi while he is wearing slacks, and fails several times to keep his gaze from wandering. If he manages to hold himself back from blurting out his findings to Jeongguk next time they are drunk, it will be a miracle.

Once inside, Hoseok steps in line on the way to the elevator, making it impossible to sneak a glance. They enter the elevator, and Yoongi uses a key to gain access to floor five.

“I need to run to the penthouse for a moment,” he says, turning to Hoseok. “You’re welcome to wait in the studio level if you would prefer.”

Hoseok absolutely does prefer that option, and he nods and says, “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Yoongi responds as he holds the card up once more and presses the button for the fourth floor.

As soon as the elevator dings and the doors slide open, Hoseok steps eagerly into the hallway and ignores the overwhelming scent of Yoongi's musk as he leans in close and punches in the code for his studio. Once the door opens, Hoseok lunges inside, glancing only briefly over his shoulder to wave to Yoongi as the door closes, then he kicks off his sneakers and makes his way to the couch to sit stiff as a board in the exact spot he sat last time.

Hoseok He invited me to his apartment!!! But I chickened out and told him I wanted to wait in the studio instead.

Jimin I knew you were weak.

Hoseok Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Jimin Wait, where is his studio? Connected to his house?

Hoseok He lives in a fifth-floor penthouse up on the hill, and his studio is on the fourth floor.

Jimin Daaaang. This man is made of money. Definitely let him fuck you, then! Maybe he’ll take you out to nice restaurants.

Hoseok Pretty sure he never took Jeongguk to nice restaurants. He never let the public know they were more than boss and employee.

Jimin That’s right, I forget what a player he is. Asshole.

Hoseok Seriously.

The elevator door dings, followed by the sound of the keypad, and Hoseok looks up with a gasp, expecting his mortal enemy – correction: his mortal enemy who, evidently, has a fat ass – to come stepping through the large, wooden door. Instead, Namjoon walks in, head to toe in blue denim with a dopey smile on his face.

Hoseok stands to welcome Namjoon, holding his arms out wide, and Namjoon sets down his black makeup bag, steps out of his white sneakers, and meets Hoseok halfway for a very gentle, somewhat awkward hug.

"Finally, someone whose personality doesn't give me fucking whiplash," Hoseok mutters as they break from the hug.

Namjoon laughs, pretty dimples poking into his cheeks, and shakes his head. "I take it you haven't let him charm you, then?"

"Charm me?" Hoseok all but shouts. "Please. That man is as charming as a sponge."

Just then, the elevator dings, the keypad beeps, and in walks Yoongi, changed from the long-sleeved shirt into a short-sleeved black tee, which he has the decency to keep untucked. He steps out of his sneakers and waves his arm for Hoseok and Namjoon to follow him as he goes straight into the room Hoseok assumes is his studio.

Namjoon grabs his black bag, and Hoseok follows suit, into the room. Already, Yoongi is setting up lights in pink, blue, and yellow in an otherwise dim room, and pointing them at the far wall. There is a makeup vanity near the door, which Namjoon turns on, illuminating the rectangular mirror with bright lights, and Hoseok has a seat in the chair in front of it.

"Hoseok," Yoongi calls, and Hoseok hums in response, looking at him through the mirror. "How would you feel about shooting in what you're wearing now?"

"This?" Hoseok asks, looking down at his outfit. He did wear it with intention, but even he has to admit, the look is a bit plain.

"Once Namjoon does your hair and makeup, maybe we can test some shots?"

Hoseok shrugs, holding back a smile. Yoongi likes the outfit he picked enough to want to photograph him in it, and Hoseok feels ecstatic.

He keeps his tone flat as he says, "Whatever you want, boss."

Namjoon works magic on Hoseok, crimping his hair just as he had the other day, and applying makeup in a nearly identical fashion. Hoseok apologizes as Namjoon delicately peels away the false lashes, but Namjoon just smiles, unbothered.

Once Namjoon is finished, Hoseok stands from his chair and turns to Yoongi, who approaches with several rectangular black velvet boxes. He opens one of the boxes, and Hoseok gasps at the sight of rainbow-color Cuban links.

"I thought this would look nice over the mesh top," Yoongi grumbles as Namjoon reaches for the necklace and pulls it out.

"Let's find out," Namjoon says as he gently places it on Hoseok's neck, then fastens the clasp.

Hoseok nearly dies when he looks at his reflection, and he resists the urge to reach up and touch the shiny metal with his fingertips. The weight of the necklace is heavy, but the look is sleek and elegant, and Hoseok cannot pull his eyes away from it.

"Come into the light," Yoongi says, and Hoseok does a double take in the mirror between Yoongi's reflection and the jewelry.

"Sure," he mutters as he turns away and walks over to where Yoongi has several lights pointed.

Without giving a word of direction, Yoongi begins to shoot, and Hoseok takes the cue and poses. First, he tilts his head to elongate his neck, then he straightens his spine and looks directly into the lens. Yoongi must be pleased because he steps forward and quickly captures the same pose several times before Hoseok switches.

They go on like this for several minutes until Yoongi finally says, "Put your hands into your hair. Loosely, but with an expression somewhere between exasperation and anger."

Hoseok does as he is told and puts both hands into his hair, then makes several expressions of varying degrees of frustration.

"Now soft," Yoongi says. "Like you've found something you didn't know you needed and it is all you can think about."

Hoseok's heart goes into overdrive, and he swallows thickly. Then, feeling himself soften, he makes shy glances at the camera, but ultimately, turns his gaze away. For some inexplicable reason, he feels the urge to cry.

"Incredible," Yoongi mutters.

"Can we remove the jacket?" Namjoon asks, and Hoseok stands up straight, yanked from the mindset he was just in, and nods.

As Hoseok begins to unbutton the jacket, Namjoon approaches with a comb and gently moves strands of hair into place. Then, he stands back, takes the jacket, and looks Hoseok up and down. The black mesh shirt is a long-sleeve, tucked into black slacks that are just loose enough on the leg to give a retro look, but without compromising Hoseok's slender shape.

"Have you considered getting your belly button pierced?" Namjoon asks, and Hoseok feels himself begin to blush.

"I have."

"You should," Yoongi grumbles, and Hoseok ignores the fluttering of his heart.

"I'm afraid of needles, though," Hoseok says, suddenly feeling sheepish.

Yoongi chuckles. "It's not so bad. Joonie and I will hold your hand."

Yoongi's hands are the last thing Hoseok wants on his mind, and he cannot help but gaze at them as Namjoon gently moves the neck of Hoseok's shirt and smooths his hands over his shoulders, then backs up to assess the overall look.

Yoongi delicately taps and flicks the various buttons and wheels on the camera with his long, knobby fingers, and it is all Hoseok can do not to picture those fingers doing terrible, wonderful things to him.

"The different lights reflect beautifully off the necklace," Namjoon says.

"There is a bracelet too," Yoongi responds, nodding his head to where he left more small boxes on the vanity. "Maybe put one on him, in case it shows up in a shot."

As Namjoon walks to retrieve the bracelet, Yoongi begins to shoot again, and Hoseok returns to his poses and practiced facial expressions. It feels natural to move every five or six clicks of the shutter, and Yoongi seems to have picked up on his rhythm, stepping forward and back every so often to capture slightly different angles of the same pose.

When Namjoon returns, Yoongi only pauses long enough to let him fasten a matching bracelet to Hoseok's wrist, and then he is back to shooting. Within a matter of minutes, Yoongi drops his arms to his sides and nods his head as if he is satisfied with another day's work.

"Let's go have a seat and take a look?" Yoongi suggests, and Hoseok nods and waits for the two of them to move, then follows behind them, leaving the studio area and approaching the same large leather couch.

Namjoon hovers around the back of the sofa while Yoongi takes a seat. Hoseok hesitates, but Yoongi pats the cushion beside him and beckons Hoseok over, so he does as he is told, and sits.

Yoongi's musk hits Hoseok instantly, and he adjusts in his seat, wiggling ever so slightly as if a war is waging inside him to either scoot away or get closer to the scent that is heaven and hell, all at once.

As Yoongi clicks through the photographs, Hoseok feels pride bloom in his chest. He looks stunning.

Namjoon's makeup and hair styling play a role, but even so, his expressions and the way he carries himself through each pose is profound without trying too hard. Never has Hoseok seen himself quite like this before.

"I love these," Hoseok mutters. "We did great."

"We sure did," Namjoon says behind them, placing a hand on Hoseok's shoulder. "If you're happy with the outcome, I'm going to head out, then."

Yoongi hums and nods, flicking his wrist up into a half-wave while his attention stays focused on the camera. Hoseok turns to wave Namjoon a proper goodbye, then continues looking at the photos while Namjoon returns to the other room to gather his things, then fetches his shoes, and exits.

The silence that hangs feels heavy, and suddenly, Hoseok does not want to be this close to Yoongi. Suddenly, Hoseok wants to get up and get the hell out of here as quickly as possible. And when Yoongi turns to him with a soft smile and piercing gaze, a swarm of butterflies kicks up in Hoseok's stomach, threatening to make him vomit.

"I told you," Yoongi grumbles. "Showstopper Seok."

The nickname is unexpected, and Hoseok holds his breath, for fear of gasping. Yoongi has stopped on a photo of Hoseok with the blazer off, and he is bent at a slight angle that shows off his taut muscles, flexing beneath the fabric. Despite having been painted with Yoongi's bare hands, and standing before him in only his briefs during their first shoot, seeing himself like this, with Yoongi's attention turned to him, makes him feel exposed.

"You're the one working all the magic," Hoseok responds shyly. "Look at how perfectly lit this is. Magic Min."

Yoongi chuckles quietly, then proceeds to click through more photos, but all Hoseok can look at is Yoongi. The gentle way his brow furrows as he looks over his work. The way his nose swoops slightly into a cute, round button – soft and delicate against the sharper lines of his eyes and upper lip.

"Thank you," Hoseok says softly, nearly a whisper, and he lets his eyes fall to Yoongi's mouth as the man smiles.

"I'll send you proofs within the next twenty-four hours, and you'll be paid for your time today, including dinner."

Hoseok finds this information surprising and shakes his head. "Are you sure? The dinner doesn't have to count."

Yoongi holds up his hand to shush Hoseok, who clamps his mouth shut.

"Never turn down payment. If a man offers you money for sitting in his presence, take it. You're worth it."

"Oh," Hoseok mutters.

"Now, let's get you home, shall we?"

Hoseok feels lightheaded as he stands, and he stumbles over to the entrance in a bit of a daze. Namjoon had grabbed Hoseok's blazer and hung it near the door before he left, and Hoseok grabs it, wraps it tight around himself, and steps haphazardly into his platform sneakers, ignoring how the backs bend and get in the way of allowing his foot full access.

The ride down the elevator is silent, and the ride back to Hoseok's apartment has only the soft soundtrack of the radio; nobody says a word. It is only once they pull up to the curb that Yoongi twists, reaches a hand to gently touch Hoseok's knee, and says, "Thank you for today."

This moment feels far too intimate for Hoseok's liking, and he clears his throat and shrugs.

"Don't sweat it. I had fun! And any excuse to see Namjoon's dimples is a bonus."

Yoongi chuckles, gives Hoseok's knee a gentle squeeze, and moves his hand away. Warmth continues to radiate on the spot where he touched, and Hoseok stares for just a moment, considering the implications of how he feels.

"Joonie does have cute dimples," Yoongi responds, sounding almost amused.

Silence hangs, and Hoseok waits for a beat before unfastening his seatbelt.

"Okay, well, I should get going—"

"Yes, get some rest, and I'll—"

"—but thanks for everything, it was—"

"—be in touch."

"—a lot of fun."

Hoseok looks away, opens the door, and steps out. He turns back to Yoongi, leaning into the open doorway, wanting to say more to him, only to find that nothing comes out.

Yoongi leans down and says, "Take it easy, showstopper," and Hoseok smiles, shuts the door, and turns to his apartment. He does not look back to see if Yoongi is still there as he enters the building.

And later, when his phone buzzes with texts from curious friends demanding details, Hoseok ignores them, only catching a glimpse of Jimin's chaotic emoji spam before he changes a certain someone's name in his contact list to Magic Min.

“Fuck,” Hoseok mutters to himself, under his breath. “I’m in trouble.”

🎵 it’s only just a dream

in college, i had some photography classes and the one time i posed for another student, he grumbled about my eyelids being two different shapes while looking through closeup shots he had taken, and i have carried that memory for many years lmao. also, yes, the gold paint scene was inspired by Neon Demon lol don't perceive me.

tags: @btsstan12 @codeinebelle @dasexydevitt13 @giriiboyy @moonleeai @m1sss1mp @spookyminyunki 📸 this is a limited run fic, but if you would like to be added to the tag list, please comment or dm!

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#hoseok x yoongi #yoonseok #yoonseok smut #btswritersclub #yoonseok angst #sope #sope angst #sope smut #bts angst #bts smut #fic: showstopper

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moonjxsung · 1 month

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Hi star,

I hope your day is treating you well, I wanted to pop in and share news!! The first kpop group I ever got into was Block B, and back then there wasn't any like super big kpop stuff in the states. BUT GUESS WHO IS GETTING ONE OF THEIR ALBUMS??!?!? I am so excited! Thank heavens for Ebay.

*makes you cookies* Also!! I have a kyoya bts plush and I am now making him a tiny hanbok, I will send pictures once its done <3 I am doing a lot better since the breakup its been a lot of emotional stuff but I'm making it.

I feel like I should make skzoo outfits and sell them, that would be fun. If I were, what would you think would make a fun outfit?

-🐻🫰

HELLOOOOO MY ANGEL I missed you!!! So glad to hear you’re doing well!! I’m so sorry about the breakup and I know it must be very hard but I’m glad you’re doing okay and I’m here if you need anything 🫶

RAHHHH BLOCK B ALBUM THAT IS SOOOO EXCITING ‼️‼️‼️‼️ thank the heavens for eBay INDEED they always come thruuuuu with the old albums at good prices 🫶🫶🫶🫶 keep me posted when you receive it I’m so curious about the inclusions!!

ALSO YES PLS SEND PICS OF LITTLE HANBOK THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE ??!:!:!:!/ I just bought bbokari and quokka official skzoos on a whim bc my kpop store had them in stock and I’ve been searching for little outfits for them! My DREAMMM outfits would be Felix’s pyschonaut vest and Han’s lil universe vest from their 5-star performance on mnet I think (it was probs a different stage tbh) OMGGGG those remain my fav outfits in all of kpop 😭😭 so my vote goes to those !!! Keep me posted on all ur little diys omg I love that for u 👼💘💕💞💖💝💘 love you bby!!!!

#🐻 anon #ask

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ghostofasecretary · 7 months

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Soft asks:

10. silk - do you like k-pop?

24. backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

37. plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

10. yes! i got into it in college because one of my best friends is a big fan of a bunch of groups. BTS and Blackpink were my first groups, then Stray Kids and SHINee and KARD, and recently I've been listening to Chung Ha's "Killing Me" on repeat 24/7. I really love it for the dancing (shoutout to NCT Dream, ASTRO, Dreamcatcher) but I listen to plenty of the music and am not above a meme video or interview

that's not to say i'm comfortable with how the K-Pop industry functions, but i also like watching Sasha Trusova and Elizaveta Tuktamysheva figure skate so. what can you do

24. no! i tried but couldn't fix anything in my head well enough. i did think i could talk to trees and summon the wind for, like, three days as a kid, though

37. i had to go to my closet to count but turns out i have a total of four stuffed animals! two from my childhood (Mousie, a soft green and pink mouse, and Kitty, a Halloween colored cat which is significantly smaller than the mouse of my youth), and two from adulthood (Sasha the elephant, a very light blue grey small plush and a gift from an ex, and Eloise Blue, who I made of a baby blue star-patterned blanket and brown felt and blue-purple pearls for her eyes)

thanks for the ask!

#ask meme #ghost speaks

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paodocinh · 7 months

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A small analysis on 3 'Can't You See Me?' Characters: Giselle, Six, Mono.

TW: Mentions of alcohol abuse, hospitals/pills y etc, blood?, religion, traumas.

Small context: This is me elaborating a bit on my thought process in a few characters of my Little Nightmares AU. It is on Ao3, with 10 chapters, and you can find it in my pinned post!

> Giselle.

I have yet to make her character sheet — But one thing about Giselle:

She doesn't have a set nationality. The thing about nationalities in CYSM is that they don't exactly interfere on the character's plots, but they help to bring in more depth to their designs through actual real-life cultures that they'd be a part of, or are inspired by, if the countries said cultures are a part of even existed in CYSM.

In a technical level, they do, but not explicitly —A Brazillian-inspired place isn't going to be called Brazil but readers would eventually find out it is basically the in-universe Brazil equivalent ig

So, with Giselle: She doensn't have a set nationality.

Giselle's nationality is a mystery because i personally thought it'd be cool if the girl who worships a alien god from somewhere from outer space, also decided to keep her roots hidden — It makes her more similar to her god and more mysterious in a way.

However, she's highly inspired by vampires and Rosaria from Genshin Impact.

Giselle is a character that's very in line with toxic religion — not a specific one in mind, but just the obsessive faith one might have that they think they're entitled to something just because they believe on a certain god, even if the decisions they make around their faith might harm the people surrounding them, even if they don't hold the same beliefs.

I tend to be as light as possible on topics as these, to be honest — I don't think a Little Nightmares fanfiction is the place to discuss real-life serious issues, though with brevity and creativity, I think Giselle's concept/idea as a character works balances things out quite well — it doesn't go too deep on said topics but it also goes far enough for the storyline to progress while sending a message across.

> Six:

Okay so brace yourselves — Six is kind of a doozy.

Six is... well, she's a mix. I think she encapsulates well the aesthetic appeal of games like Silent Hill — when i think of Six, I think of something like that, believe it or not.

Blood splatters on the snow, cloudy skies on a windy day, open bottle pills — Six's personality and even her concept board(Sorry i can't show it :( Has spoilers) is very intertwined with hospital imagery. It could be because she herself feels ill, even if her own body is seemingly fine. There's a lot to Six, and obviously the themes of lost childhood are very present on her entire characterization in CYSM.

She looks like the kind of girl who'd stitch up creepy teddy bears and plush bunnies, the kind of girl who'd still play with and cherish her dolls even if she's past the age of playing with toys (perhaps once everything's normal again, she could become a collector?), and the kind of girl who enjoys cute and morbid things alike.

I think, if i had to choose a description for her — I'd probably call her a fallen angel or something along these lines. She has a unreal beauty and tragedy to her, and such a specific personality I often find myself having difficulty explaining how much thought went into her characterization with just words. She's much deeper than how I've written her so far.

Here's a small look into her pinterest board:

> Mono:

Mono, or also known as Mauricio — He's brazillian! — Is an artist. He's the definition of the word; a creative young man who isn't afraid to use his talents to change the world, the boy is afraid of life, but presses fowards even if he's terrified of what the future may hold for him. I mean, after nine years of doing nothing, it was about time he'd start exploring the world around him, yes?

And as he explores, he brings messages of hope and kindness for other survivors, through his art! Mono is the kind of relaxed, laid-back artist who enjoys scribbling in his notebook while drinking something, so he can eventually bring those drawings to life by replicating them on the walls everywhere he goes, may it be cities, broken houses, forgotten towns and village or even random rocks he finds in the wilderness — The world is his canvas, his home, and he's determined to try and fix it.

So it's not a surprise, as seen though his entire personality, that Mono is the kind of artist who enjoys making critics about the world they live in — He doesn't consider himself a hero, but he feels pride in sending the messages and criticism he believes the others need to hear.

hes also kind of a drunkard lmfao

(i couldn't find any credits for the art of the wolf on the print below, please tell me if you know so i can properly credit!)

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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I posted 243 times in 2022

That's 243 more posts than 2021!

20 posts created (8%)

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I tagged 241 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#queue be told ✨ - 147 posts

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Longest Tag: 96 characters

#what if ryan can’t find demons and ghosts bexause shane is next to him and he’s the actual demon

My Top Posts in 2022:

Forgive Me? | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend is late and buys a giant teddy bear to help make his case. He just forgets how adorable he is. ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♥ completed works Word Count: 593 words Age: 18+ Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo. Content Warnings: So fluffy and sweet I gave myself a toothache, no smut, just really cute, but hinting to smutty behaviour once. Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: The photo in the banner had me cooing and swooning. I’m so whipped for this man. It’s unreal. He has my whole heart, and I wanted to write it 🥺💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, @joonscypher, @yoongimingyu & @the-boy-meets-evil for reading and hearing me go on and on about Seventeen 💕 Crossposted to AO3 Banner Credits: @classicscreations © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

I’m late,” your boyfriend mumbled sheepishly as he entered your apartment late that night.

“Yes, you are,” you mumbled sleepily, making him frown. Wonwoo didn’t intend to be so late, but one phone call led to another, and by the time he got done with work, it was well past midnight.

“I’m a crappy boyfriend,” Wonwoo whined as he stood by your door, and you smiled fondly at him.

“No, you aren’t, handsome, come here and give me cuddles and kisses, and all shall be forgiven,” you said, holding out your arms for him.

“Hang on, I got you something,” Wonwoo babbled, ducking out of your apartment to grab something, and you saw him dragging in a giant teddy bear.

“I got you this as a sorry,” Wonwoo spoke breathlessly once he hauled a giant teddy bear into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“A giant teddy?” You asked, getting off the couch and walking over to your boyfriend and the giant plush he dragged in.

“It’s cute, and its eyes say, ‘forgive me,’” Wonwoo explained, making you giggle at him.

“You’re a dork,” you said, giggling and Wonwoo nodded in agreement.

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Wonwoo countered, and you laughed at him.

“I am sorry for being late, my love, I won’t say it’ll never happen again, but I’ll be better about letting you know,” Wonwoo said, and you nodded, smiling as you moved to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.

“Please do, and also, if I’m being honest with you, if you just came by sans teddy bear. I’d still forgive you; you have the cutest face when you’re sulking,” you explained, making Wonwoo pout.

“See,” you said, grinning, “the cutest,” you added, making Wonwoo smile as he leant down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m only cute behind closed doors. Out in the world, I’m cool and sexy,” Wonwoo defended, making you laugh.

“I did fall in love with a dork, didn’t I?” You asked aloud, and Wonwoo nodded.

“You say it like it’s a problem,” Wonwoo huffed, and you grinned at him. You swore your chest hurt from how much he made your heart ache with his cuteness.

“Not a problem at all, my love, not when I get to see this handsome face,” you said, tightening your grip around his waist.

“Even when this handsome face is sulking because he’s late?” Wonwoo asked, and you giggled.

“Yes, especially then, a face like that and teddy bears? I never stood a chance at being mad,” you added, making Wonwoo smile, scrunching his nose slightly.

“God, I love you,” Wonwoo huffed out proudly as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek and moved his lips from your cheek to graze over your lips, pulling you into a gentle kiss that had you melting against his body.

“Let me first put Alfred down and turn him to face the wall, so he doesn’t see anything scandalous, and then I can spend the whole night showing you how sorry I am?” Wonwoo offered with a playful glint in his eyes as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tighter against him.

“You named the bear Alfred?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Why?” You asked, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Forgive me, love, he looked like an Alfred,” Wonwoo said casually, and you rolled your eyes in amusement.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo nodded, agreeing.

“I am, I really am.”

256 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

Posy Bee | k.m.g

Summary: Mingyu is your colleague and the walking definition of pretty privilege. His clumsy thumbs have broken more vases than you can count, yet he brings in the most orders to your shop. It's all thanks to his handsome face, it’s annoying and unfair, and you’ve vowed that if this week he breaks another vase, you’ll feed him a cactus.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 3081 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff and angst. Friends/Colleagues to lovers.

Content Warnings: Fluff, Mingyu being the most adorable and clumsy human. Who let him work in a flower shop, honestly? Mingyu is so flirty it is painful. All those fan calls where he’s flirting with carats did a number on me. Yelling, Mingyu’s clumsiness causes the reader to snap quite rudely at him. Reader snaps and yells at him, and Mingyu sulks A LOT. Swearing.

Smut Warnings: Mentions of arousal, but it’s mild, but still. Bed-breaking mentions. Sexual banter, but that’s it, really.

Authors Note: Thank you @here4btsfics, I can't thank you enough for always just letting me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu in general. You're such a delight, thank you for reading and beta'ing this and being an absolute angel 💕. Thank you also to @missgeniality, thank you for letting me drag you into the Seventeen stan life, it's been an absolute pleasure watching you simp along with me. Thank you for reading and giving me live reactions. I adore you too my bubs 💕 Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

“Ah, shit!” You heard your coworker Mingyu swear, and you groaned, knowing that this was the second vase he broke today, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“Uh…Y/N, where is the vacuum cleaner?” You heard Mingyu ask nervously, and you counted to three, breathing deeply before walking over to him, carefully, of course.

“Mingyu, why don’t you let me do it?” You offered, trying to keep your composure.

“Do you not trust me?” Mingyu joked with an adorable pout on his handsome face.

“No, I do not. This is the second vase you broke in a day and the fifth this week, and it’s Tuesday,” you snapped, and Mingyu pouted more, nodding.

“Sorry,” Mingyu mumbled, looking down at the ground. Seeing how a 6-foot-tall man would shrink when scolded to the size of a puppy was cute. Damn Kim Mingyu and his sweetness. It was hard to stay mad at him.

It’s fine. You didn’t mean it. Why don’t you take orders from the two ladies who walked in? I’ll clean this up.” You suggested, and Mingyu mumbled a ‘sorry’ and headed over to wait on the ladies.

“You are such a sweet, handsome, kind man, and you know your flowers. Are you single?” You heard one of the ladies speak as you placed the vacuum cleaner behind the counter and smiled at their words. It was not uncommon for patrons to compliment Mingyu. He was effortlessly charming, kind, and easygoing. He was everything you ever wanted in a colleague; sometimes, you’d wonder how lucky you’d be to have a man like him.

That daydream was broken each time Mingyu broke, spilled, or knocked over something. So your days consisted of you daydreaming about him for 40 minutes until he broke something, and then you were rudely awakened.

“Ah, I am,” Mingyu responded to the order, and you turned to face him in surprise. You didn’t think he was. How was he single?

“Well, what about your lovely manager? She’s smiling so fondly at you,” the lady pushed, and you were starting to get annoyed, not just because she called you out. While the elderly were usually well-intentioned and meant the best, they often didn’t understand boundaries.

“I’m sure a wonderful person like her has someone. She isn’t someone you ever want to lose,” Mingyu said smoothly, and you were so tempted to smack him.

“I’m single, but I do not flirt with my employees. It is unprofessional, and I also don’t encourage or invite such nosey conversations either,” you answered.

Making sure to send a deathly glare to Mingyu and a softer glare to the lady who understood and gave you a gentle smile, quickly paid, and left the shop.

“That was kind of rude,” Mingyu mumbled.

“I’ll apologise, but you could have just stopped. What was with the whole wonderful person thing?” You countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“I think you’re pretty cool, so I complimented you?” Mingyu said, unsure.

“Fine, thank you, but it was not your place,” you pushed, and Mingyu nodded.

“But really, I meant it. Anyone would be crazy to let you go,” Mingyu elaborated, and you sighed.

“Why, you’d keep me around?” You joked, and Mingyu nodded.

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292 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

Leaf Me Alone | j.w.w

Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence. pg |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ mild angst | ♥ completed work Word Count: 1814 words

Age: PG

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo.

Content Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff and miscommunication, but it is lowkey cute.

Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: I took inspiration from how introverted Wonwoo is, it’s incredibly endearing to me, but it’s also something that I worry that, as an extrovert, I’ll scare off any introverted person I meet. So, I just wanted to explore that idea. It’s very self-serving and fluffy 💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much, my lovely @here4btsfics. For just hearing me go on and on about Wonwoo like every day and encouraging me with this story and yelling me to post it, I adore you dearly and thank you so much for helping me beta this too!! Thank you to @defwoodz for always reading over this and clowning me. Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

Three Months Ago,

“Finally, this is Y/N, my daughter. She runs the shop most days. Y/N, this is Wonwoo, our newest hire,” your mum spoke as she introduced you to a tall and handsome man with a shy smile gracing his face.

“Hi, Wonwoo. Nice to meet you!” You greeted him enthusiastically, making him grin more shyly before he greeted you.

“You too,” you responded, his voice deep and resonating, it was deeper than the ocean, honestly, and you were convinced that this man would be the reason you finally understood what a work crush meant.

Wonwoo smiled at you once more before following your mother around the flower shop for a tour, and you smiled back at him. So, what if he was shy at first? Wasn’t everyone? You were sure that throughout working together, you two would be able to develop a friendship at least.

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463 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

Tasty | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend said the word tasty in a deep voice, and now he’s showing you what other things he likes to call tasty in that ocean deep voice.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 325 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever).

Content Warnings: None. Wonwoo is just giving the reader amazing oral. This fic just happened because I’m a weak woman for this man. This is just a smutty Wonwoo drabble. I’m a simp for this man. Smut Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, praise? Sort of. It’s so so brief.

Authors Note: This happened because of that damn GOSE episode where he said TASTY in his ocean-deep voice, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it because of that man and his voice. Cross Posted on AO3

“More,” you moaned as your hands kept tugging on your boyfriend's hair, as his tongue brought you indescribable pleasure. Wonwoo happily obliged as he wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue tracing circles along with the swollen nub. He kept moving his tongue, his pace never faltering.

You’re not sure how you ended up in this position, but all you recall is teasing Wonwoo about him saying ‘tasty’ in his signature baritone voice and exchanging a few more words. Next thing you know, you’re laying in bed, naked, and he’s laying between your thighs, his face buried in your pussy. Again, you weren’t sure how you got here, but you weren’t complaining.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as you threw your head back,

“Shit,” you gasped when you felt Wonwoo do something different with his tongue.

“Did you just spell your name out on my pussy?” You asked breathlessly.

“And?” Wonwoo asked as he lifted his head; his chin glistened with your arousal.

“Nothing, it felt good, really good,” you praised, and Wonwoo simply smirked as he dove back in again.

“Fuck!” You moaned out as you started to shake in his grip, and Wonwoo kept his grip firm on you as he kept circling your swollen nub with his tongue. You kept moaning and babbling absolute nonsense as you fell apart on his tongue.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered as Wonwoo kept licking you through your orgasm, not letting you recover. You were sensitive, but you didn’t care, not when you were on the precipice of your second orgasm. Your second orgasm hit you harder, making your toes curl and eyes roll, and you shook in his grip. With what strength you could muster, your hands moved to his head as you gently pushed his mouth away from your cunt.

Wonwoo smiled at you, taking in your fucked out expression as he sat up on his knees.

“What?” You asked, panting, and Wonwoo grinned.

“Tasty.”

985 notes - Posted December 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Snuggly | k.m.g

Summary: It’s cold outside, and your annoyingly handsome roommate keeps leaving his very comfy leather jacket everywhere around the apartment, and you’ve returned it to him multiple times, but this time you’re sure you’ll just keep it if he forgets it again. Except for the one time he returns to retrieve the jacket, he finds you in the most compromising position possible.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2732 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Frenemies (?) to lovers. Smut, angst, fluff. Basically, a smutty fluff piece to keep y’all warm during the colder months.

Content Warnings: Smut and fluff, mentions of Mingyu’s chapped lips. DO NOT EVER GOOGLE IT IS TRAGIC. They both tease and like each other and are just kind of adorable and cute. Mingyu is confident and shy all at once, and it's devastating.

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it). Masturbation (female), Mingyu walks in and volunteers to help her out. Fingering, overstimulation. Oral (female receiving). Nicknames? Mingyu calls her baby, and pretty girl. Nicknames, Mingyu calls her Kitten, Princess, Baby. Teasing. Dirty talk, but its mild. I think.

Authors Note 1: Literally no reason for this fic, aside from Rock With You Mingyu being the reason I got curious about Seventeen and remembered him as a ‘handsome guy with the leather jacket.’

Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, for always listening to me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu. Thank you for beta’ ing and helping me out with the smut. I struggled. I adore you and love you 💕 A huge thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for listening to me fret about this fic, up until posting!! I adore you. Also, thank you to @seungkwansphd for listening to me worry too. Thank you so much for hearing me out and listening to me!! Ilysm 🥺🥺💕💕

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen my jacket? Oh, you’re wearing it,” Mingyu spoke as he walked into the kitchen that evening.

“I keep telling you, Kim. If you leave this lovely jacket around. Then one of these days, I’ll keep it, and I won’t return it,” you teased. Even if you meant every word, his jacket was insanely comfy, and you would gladly take it.

Mingyu smiled as he flopped down on the couch next to you. “Even if you look adorable in it, no,” Mingyu said as he made himself comfortable.

“I’m adorable?” You asked with a grin, and Mingyu nodded.

“Yes, but I still think I look better in the jacket,” Mingyu added, making you roll your eyes.

“Of course you do. With a face and body like that, you could wear anything,” you blurted out, making Mingyu grin.

“You think I’m hot?” Mingyu asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Shut up, Kim,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“It’s okay. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Remember that kiss we shared last Christmas?” Mingyu asked.

“We were standing under the mistletoe,” you countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“It doesn’t take away from the fact that a peck turned into a proper kiss,” Mingyu added, and you shrugged.

“I hope you are at least consistently wearing lip balm this year. I recall those dry lips,” you teased, making Mingyu gasp dramatically at you.

“Just because I had dry lips the first time we met doesn’t mean I always have dry lips,” Mingyu defended, making you laugh.

“Besides, I know my lips were damn soft that year because one, I kept using the lip balm that you not so subtly gifted me as a housewarming gift and two, you went in for more after, when everyone left,” Mingyu babbled, making you grin shyly.

“I also remember you pawing this exact jacket while kissing me,” Mingyu teased, and you huffed at him pouting.

“Maybe I was only kissing you for the jacket,” you retorted, making Mingyu laugh.

“Possibly, but somehow I still have the jacket, and you keep conveniently ‘stealing’ it,” Mingyu joked, and you sighed in frustration that he had a point.

“But I’m heading out to the gym now. Want me to get you anything for dinner?” Mingyu asked as he stood up, and you shook your head.

“Won’t you be cold? You can have this back for the night,” you offered, and Mingyu smiled.

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1,204 notes - Posted December 21, 2022

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