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[taejingirlie]

hello, stranger [series teaser]

pairing: jungkook x f!oc

genre: spider-man!jk x superhero!oc

series warnings: trauma, sexual content, mental illness, warnings will be noted for individual chapters, angst, physical violence, characters are superheroes so they end up in dangerous situations lol

rating: ❤️‍🔥🩷

New Seoul, year 3000

A fresh start. Finally, a chance to move on. Bright lights and a sea of bodies to get lost in.

New Seoul is a whole world trapped in a city, a place where nobody knows your name, or your face. The perfect place to escape. A new identity, and a new beginning.

You weren't looking for romance. To keep your head down and your hands clean is all you were focused on. But New Seoul has its own plans for you.

Jeon Jungkook wasn't looking for trouble. Well, that's a lie. After all, Spider-Man is almost always looking for trouble. He just wasn't looking for trouble in the form of a beautiful girl, with dark eyes and smirk that cut right through him.

But mysterious hot neighbour aside, New Seoul could still be the key to your salvation, right?

do not repost, translate or use my work without my permission or consent. all work is my own and created without the use of ai in any form. I do not claim to be affiliated with bts, these stories are fiction, entirely for entertainment ~ banners by @/dividers-are-us

[taejingirlie]

Dimples

pairing: namjoon x f!reader

warnings: fluff, kissing, f!reader gets stood up by m!oc, roommates to lovers(?), namjoon is so cute omg

rating: 🩷

a/n: I just found this in my drafts and I had to finish it 😭 roommate joon I mean cmon who could resist? 😭❤️

"Don't talk to me."

Namjoon side-eyes you over the top of his glasses. He opens his mouth. Closes it.

You slam your bag on the counter, rummaging through the cupboards for your new tea blend.

If tonight had gone to plan, you would be sipping cocktails at a fancy bar in town. If tonight had gone to plan, you would have been dancing in a crowded room, hands tangled in a handsome-mans hair, lips on his as the lights glittered around you.

But tonight had not gone to plan.

"Seeing as its only six o'clock and you look just about ready to commit murder, should I assume that your date is not in fact going ahead tonight?"

You turn slowly to face your roommate. "Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?"

Namjoon hides behind his book.

The last thing you need, after being ditched at the last minute by your date, is your stupidly perfect roommate being anywhere nearby.

You know it's ridiculous, but even looking at Namjoon right now is painful. With his glasses perched on the tip of his perfect nose, and his hair a little messy from where he keeps running his fingers through it, and his baggy tshirt that you're definitely not going to steal from him later.

You finish making your tea. It's mostly ginger, one of your favourites. Hopefully it will work to cheer you up slightly.

"I'm going to bed," you stomp across the apartment, shoes slapping against the old wood floor.

"It's only six o'clock," Namjoon points out, still mostly hidden behind his book.

You scoff. "It's not like I have anything better to do, is it?"

You sniff, blinking as you try to work out what woke you up so suddenly.

The door. Someone's knocking on the door.

"What do you want?" you mumble, squinting through the growing darkness.

"Can I come in?" Namjoon's voice is muffled by the door.

You sigh, wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. "I'm asleep."

Namjoon laughs, cracking the door open just enough to poke his head into the room. "Can I come in, please?"

You groan, rolling over and dragging the covers over your head. You don't want him to see you like this.

The bed creaks as Namjoon sits beside you, and a moment later you feel his warm hand rubbing circles on your back.

You suck in a breath.

It's not as if this is the first time Namjoon has touched you. You hug. You give each other a playful shove when you're messing around. You even held hands a couple times when you were lost in the crowded streets.

But this, this feels different.

"I brought you something nice."

You turn, pulling the covers down just enough that you can see what Namjoon's holding.

A box of cookies. The ones with the pink frosting that you love so much.

Suddenly they're dropped, right beside your face. "___ your eyes are all red!"

You glare at him, ducking back under the covers. "If you're going to be mean, you can go away. But leave the cookies."

"Have you been crying?"

You don't reply, hoping that if you keep quiet he might leave without asking any more questions. You should know better.

"What was so good about this guy?"

Okay. That's not what you were expecting.

"What do you mean?"

Namjoon scoffs, kicking his feet up on your bed. "What was so amazing about this guy that he's worth crying over?"

You sniffle, wiggling out from under the blankets. "He was hot, and smart. He's like a genius actually. He's top of all my classes."

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Yeah, a real genius."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you frown. "He really is smart, you'd probably get on quite well with him, actually. He has similar opinions on most of the novels we've studied recently."

Namjoon looks more than a little offended at this. "I would like this asshole?"

You frown again. "Well, probably. You like the same books."

Namjoon laughs, but it sounds hollow. "I think he's a prick. And, I think he's stupid."

You blink. "You've never met him."

"I don't need to. Any guy that stands you up and makes you cry is not only a massive jerk, but also quite possibly the biggest idiot on the planet."

You can feel your cheeks heating up. It's one thing to be stood up by the hot guy in your class. The hot guy you were mostly using as a distraction from your even hotter roommate. The same roommate you are most definitely not in love with. It's another thing entirely to have said roommate talking to you like this.

"You don't have to say these things, Joon. I appreciate it, but honestly I should have seen it coming. He was way out of my league anyway. I'll be fine."

Namjoon watches, silently, as you shuffle your way out of the covers.

You get to your feet, brush yourself down, and plaster on the best fake smile you can muster. "I'll be fine, maybe we could go watch a movie or something?"

"A movie?" Namjoon shakes his head, eyebrows knit in confusion. "But, ___, you've been crying."

You're not sure what does it. Something about the gentleness in his tone, maybe. Or the way his fingertips brush your wrist before he thinks better of it and drops his hand. Or the way he looks at you as if he can't decide whether to hug you or hunt down the guy who made you sad. You're not sure what does it, but suddenly you're crying again. Hard.

Namjoon is on his feet instantly, hands on your shoulders as he speaks to you. "___, he's just some guy. He is not worth it, okay? If he can't see how beautiful and funny and sweet and smart and sexy you are, he doesn't deserve to take you out in the first place, okay?"

You blink, sniffling. Almost choke on your own breath.

It's a beat before a Namjoon's brain catches up with his own words. His cheeks flush, his eyes widen. "I, uh."

"He is an idiot," you agree, leaning into Namjoon's touch instinctively.

"A massive idiot."

Your eyes catch on Namjoon's lips, before flicking back up to his still wide eyes. "Maybe I'm an idiot too."

Namjoon swallows, heart racing. Something changes in his eyes. "Maybe."

When his lips meet yours, you can actually feel your legs give out beneath you. You always thought that was just something people wrote about in novels. But your legs were refusing to hold you up.

Namjoon catches you, turns so you're sitting on the edge of your bed. "I think we're both idiots," he mumbles against your lips.

You laugh. You can’t help it. Your fingers twist the front of his shirt, and you pull him closer. "You think I'm smart?"

"That's what you're focusing on?" Namjoon rests his forehead on your shoulder, hands on your waist. "Not the part where I said you're beautiful and sexy?"

You smirk, chest rising and falling too quickly as you try to comprehend what is happening. "If I focus on that part, I might realise that this is crazy and I might wake up."

Namjoon grins, you can feel it against your shoulder. He sits up, dimples on full display and making you want to scream. "You think this is a dream?"

You trace the dimple on his right cheek, heart skipping a beat when it makes him smirk. "It must be."

"It isn't," he kisses your fingertip, eyes sparkling. "Want me to prove it?"

You look up at his boyish grin. His messy hair and flushed cheeks. You nod.

"Okay," he whispers, and he closes the remaining space between you.

[taejingirlie]

BTS reacts ~ tipsy

pt.1 • namjoon

pairing: namjoon x f!oc

warnings / content: alcohol consumption, fluff, namjoon taking care of drunk f!oc, they're so cute 🥺

rating: 🩷

Your hands shake as you dial namjoon's number, silently praying for him to pick up. when you reach his answerphone, you slide to the floor with a groan.

Before you even have a chance to redial, your phone is buzzing, Namjoon's face appearing on the screen.

"Baby? Are you okay?"

You immediately start to cry, big, hot tears rolling over your cheeks. "I'm lost."

There's a clatter on the other end of the phone as Namjoon drops whatever he was holding in his rush to get to the front door of your apartment. You can hear him trying to kick his shoes on, grab his jacket and wrestle an extremely confused Jungkook out into the hall.

"She's not lost, she's just being silly!"

Namjoon let's out a sigh of relief at the sound of your best friend's voice.

Gaeul plops onto the ground beside you, grinning at your phone. "I told her that five was too many."

"We'll be there in ten minutes, stay put, okay?"

You listen to the unmistakable click of Jungkook's car door. He's chuckling in the background as the engine starts, the sound of broken gravel crunching under the tires.

"You're so lucky," Gaeul sighs dramatically, resting her head on your shoulder as you end the call.

You try to turn your head towards her, but the world spins around you. Grimacing, you tip your head back against the wall and close your eyes, hoping the next ten minutes don't drag.

"You look like shit."

"Jungkook," you glare at him, "So would you if you downed five cocktails AND a bunch of shots."

Gaeul snorts, trying to stand up. "And fell down a set of stairs."

"You did what?" Namjoon interrupts, pulling you to your feet and holding you up under his arm. "Are you hurt?"

"Only my ego," you grumble, although the enormous bruise on your shin won't stay hidden forever.

Namjoon rolls his eyes, looking between you and the road that leads to Jungkook's parked car. "Do I need to carry you?"

You pull a face at him, pushing him away lightly as you take a determined step in what you hope is the right direction. You wobble on your stilettos, ankle twisting as you stumble into Namjoon's arms.

"Come on," he lifts you bridal-style, ignoring your embarrassed protests.

You turn to look back at Jungkook, smirking as you're met with Gaeul trying to climb onto his back.

"Maybe take your shoes off? You might stab me with those."

"Don't be such a baby, they're only six inches."

"That is not six inches."

"Sure, you would know."

Namjoon holds you closer as you start to shiver, his chest vibrating with a deep laugh. "Should we just leave them here?"

You grin, resting your head on his chest. "Jungkook needs to drive."

"Good point," Namjoon relents, calling to his friend before marching off towards the car.

"Stay here for a minute, okay?"

You stand in the hallway, shivering. You're not sure where Namjoon imagined you running away to. Your apartment has exactly three and a half rooms. A bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen that is also a living area and is about the size of a closet.

"Here," he beams at you, taking you hand and pulling you towards the bathroom.

When you enter, you find a steaming bath, complete with salts and bubbles. He's playing your favourite album, a fluffy towel set out for afterwards.

"I'll go get you a big glass of water, then you can get in, okay?" he tells you. "Can you get undressed?"

You blink at him, unsure whether to laugh ot cry. Nobody has ever taken such good care of you.

Namjoon tilts his head at you. "I can help if you want."

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak in case you start to cry and ruin the moment. Namjoon is the most adorable boyfriend ever. He is so sweet and thoughtful, so gentle and caring.

He helps you sit on the edge of the tub, unbuckles your heels and slips them off your feet. Next your jeans, folding them neatly and placing them beside your shoes.

"Baby, your leg," he gasps, fingertips tracing the huge bruise. "Is that where you fell?"

You grimace. "I guess so."

Namjoon sighs, placing a gentle kiss on the delicate skin. "What am I gonna do with you?"

As he tugs your top over your head, you lean in, your lips just missing his.

He chuckles, presses a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, and finally your lips. "Come on."

He helps you into the bath, shaking his head when your reach to deepen the kiss. "Not tonight, love," he tucks your hair behind your ear.

He rushes to the kitchen for a glass of water, returning only seconds later and placing it carefully beside the bathtub.

You settle into the hot water, soothed by the bubbles and scented salts.

"You'll feel better soon, just relax okay?"

You nod, slipping deeper under the water.

"I'm right here," Namjoon settles cross-legged beside you, pulling out the book he's currently reading.

"Where did you get that?" you giggle, peering at him over the side of the bath.

Namjoon blushes. "Enjoy your bath."

You giggle again. He is so cute. "Love you, Joonie."

"I love you too." he smiles, still looking down at his book.

[taejingirlie]

hello I hope it is okay to ask but could I request a drabble about jin and hobi please maybe fluff but no smut <3 I hope it is okay to ask for a ship fic! <3

hii! thank you for your request! of course it is! 🥹 thank you for asking though 🥹🤍

i'm assuming you wanted romantic kinda fluff but sorry if I misunderstood 😭🤍

Shades of Blue [hs x sj]

pairing: hoseok x seokjin

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing, they're horrifically cute, and very in love, I didn't proofread this so sorry for any mistakes!

if you don't like member x member fics, please skip 🤍

The sky seemed to go on forever. As Hoseok stares up at the never-ending expanse of blue above him, the sun reappears from behind a particularly fluffy cloud.

"You made the sun come out," Seokjin grins, pushing himself up onto his elbows. His dark hair hangs messily in his eyes, cheeks red and plush lips wet from the icelolly he's holding.

Hoseok sighs happily, still watching the clouds. "What did I do? The clouds moved."

"No, the sun saw you smile. It came out to see your dimples." Seokjin reaches out, fingers tracing the tiny dimple in Hoseok's right cheek.

"Hyung," Hoseok whines, trying to get away. "Your fingers are sticky."

Seokjin pokes his cheek harder, cackling. "It's just from my ice lolly, you big baby."

Hoseok wiggles away, but it's clear from the way he looks up at Seokjin that he is only teasing. "How do you even get so sticky, you're supposed to eat it, not wear it."

Seokjin sticks his tongue out, oblivious to the fact that the ice lolly has in fact turned it a bright shade of blue.

"You're ridiculous," Hoseok grins, slumping back onto the picnic blanket. He closes his eyes, enjoying the moment. It feels like so long since he and Seokjin have had time to hang out, just the two of them.

"Ridiculously handsome?"

Hoseok snorts, peeking one eye open just in time to see Seokjin leaning in.

Hoseok catches his boyfriend's chin, holding him in place. "You think I'm letting you near me while you're this sticky?"

Seokjin pouts, watching as Hoseok pulls a pack of handwipes from his bag. "You're so over-organised."

"One of us has to be," Hoseok smirks, wiping Seokjin's bright blue lips. "You look like you're part Smurf."

Seokjin watches as Hoseok's brows knit, the latter chewing his lip in concentration. "What's the matter?"

"You're still blue!" Hoseok frowns, scrubbing harder.

"Ow," Seokjin chuckles, nudging Hoseok's hands away. "You'll just have to get used to kissing Smurfs."

Hoseok throws the blue-stained handwipe at him, falling backwards as he laughs. "I told you, you're ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love?" Seokjin wiggles his eyebrows dramatically, beaming when Hoseok only laughs harder.

This time, Hoseok doesn't protest when Seokjin leans in. He sits up, meeting him halfway.

"Ridiculously in love."

[dandirecs]

eeeh this one was so fun 🥹

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this this this this THIS

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[leahsfavefics]

The Quest to Squirt

Title: The Quest to Squirt

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (f)

Rating/genre: m (18+), fluff, smut, established relationship

Word Count: 3786

Posting Date: April 24. 2026

Summary: Your boyfriend becomes obsessed with figuring out how to make you squirt. This is definitely porn with very little plot lol

NSFW Warnings: Showering together, Oral (F), multiple orgasms, fingering, breast play, hand job, squirting

Author Note: this is borderline a crack fic and is so stupid but the idea made me laugh and I just finished a chapter in my original novel WIP so I had to write it! I didn't do much editing so if you find a typo or anything just message me so I can correct it!

1:

“So I was thinking…” Taehyung trails off, glancing up at you through those stupidly long, pretty eyelashes of his and tendrils of black hair hanging just past his eyes. Absentmindedly, he churns the noodles in his bowl with his chopsticks.

Your chewing slows, suddenly suspicious. A swallow, and then “About what?”

“Have you ever squirted?”

God damn him for asking that question right when you had taken a drink of water. You choke, water going down the wrong pipe immediately while somehow also shooting out of your nose.

“Oh my God, y/n, are you okay?” Dropping his utensils at once, he rounds the table to rub your back as you cough and regain your breath.

“What” you wheeze. “The fuck?”

“I’m curious! Sorry,” he raises his hands in mock surrender as he resumes his seat across the small table from you. “You haven’t with me, but we’ve only had sex a few times. So I was wondering. You come right? With me?”

“Yes,” you laugh, heat rising to your cheeks. “I came every time, you know that. I’m not a faker. But to answer your question, no I have never squirted. Not everyone can, right? I don’t think I can.”

Taehyung is silent, eyeing you carefully as he slurps up another mouthful of ramen. You wilt under his dark gaze, averting your eyes back to your own bowl of ramen. When he does finally speak, it’s merely a “Huh.”

“What does that mean?” You ask, head snapping back up to meet him.

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “I just don’t think that’s true. I think you can, you just haven’t yet.”

“Tae, I know my body. I’ve come plenty of times in my life. Sometimes pretty hard. If I could do it, it would have happened by now.”

A sly smile takes over his face. “Maybe. But that’s not going to stop me from trying.”

 “You can try all you want. I don’t think it’s happening.” Standing, you gather the now empty bowls and bring them to the sink, rinsing them before placing them in the dishwasher. You feel as your boyfriend comes up behind you. He brushes your hair to one side before wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. This relationship is fairly new, you’ve only been seeing each other a few months, but he has always set your skin aflame with his touch. It takes everything in you remain upright, to fight the urge in your knees to buckle.

“Can we try right now?”

Giggling, you lace your fingers in his and pull him towards your bedroom. You came, many times, but despite his dedication, you did not squirt.

2:

Busy schedules keep you apart for a few days until you finally find a lunch break gap you can both take, so you meet at the park for a walk. Clasping hands, you’re enjoying the feel of the sun on your face after the long dark of winter when Tae speaks.

“I’ve been doing some research.”

“About what?”

“Well, apparently about 40% of women have squirted.”

“Tae!” You gasp, looking around the park to make sure there are no tender ears around to hear. “Quiet, we’re in public.”

“Babe, no one is close enough and if someone is eavesdropping that’s their own problem. It’s not like we’re at a playground.”

“Okay, well,” you lower your voice, wanting to make sure you could not possibly be heard by anyone other than Taehyung. “Doesn’t that sort of prove what I said the other day? I just can’t squirt.”

“No! Are you kidding? Think about it, y/n. Whatever that sample size was, it’s obviously not all women, it’s not like every single woman took that quiz, or whatever. And I’m sure there are women that have squirted that are ‘unreported’ so to speak. Also, think about how many women are just living their lives unfulfilled sexually. I mean, let’s be real here, a lot of men don’t even give a fuck if the woman their sleeping with enjoys it at all, let alone comes. And from my understanding, you have to be pretty turned on and come pretty hard to squirt. I would bet you a lot of money that most, if not all, of those women could squirt, they just haven’t because they’re having sex with losers.”

You think back to former relationships. Taehyung was definitely the first man you’d been with that had been so dedicated to making sure you enjoyed yourself. With your first boyfriend, you were so in your head about being ‘sexy’ or good at what you were doing you never even came. Sex felt good, sure, but a lot of the time you were ‘thinking’ too much for it to be anything more than that. With Taehyung, his reassurance, his technique, it wasn’t just good, it was fantastic. He made sure you came, once at minimum, every single time, concerned about how much you were enjoying yourself more than anyone else you’d ever been with. To hear he is so occupied with making you squirt was concerning.

“Tae, you know it’s good for me when we have sex, right? Just because I don’t squirt doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy myself. You’re the best I’ve ever had. It’s amazing every time.”

“I know you enjoy yourself, baby. It’s just that I want to make sure you enjoy yourself to the maximum capability.”

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “I appreciate your dedication. Just don’t take it personally when it doesn’t happen.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “It will. I’d try now but we both have to get back to work. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

3:

You’re relaxing on your couch, enjoying lowkey night in with nothing but snacks and tv, when the ringing of your phone interrupts your show. Pausing the show, you grab your phone to see Taehyung’s name on the caller ID.

“Hey,” you say as you answer.

“Hey. Can I come over?”

You pull the phone away from your head to check the time. It’s only 7pm, but you usually planned date nights in advance. “Um, yeah, sure. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just want to see you.”

You can’t fight the smile that curls your lips. “You’re supposed to see me in two days.”

“Don’t want to wait. Alright I’ll see you in twenty.”

“See you soon, babe.” You hang up and toss your phone to the other side of the couch, becoming immediately engrossed in the television once again. After what feels like no time at all, you hear Tae’s signature knock on the door. Wrapping your blanket around your shoulders, you cross the room to let him in. As soon as you open the door he folds you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips that starts chaste and slowly becomes languid and sensual.

Dazed, you pull back. “What was that for?”

He smiles down at you, a glint in his eyes. “I watched a tutorial on squirting. I want to try it.”

You throw your head back and grown. “Oh my God, Tae, this again? Why are you so obsessed?”

“I told you, I want to make sure you enjoy yourself to the maximum ability.”

“Tae,” you say, pulling the blanket tighter around you. You hadn’t considered it before, but you’re starting to wonder if maybe his previous girlfriends were able to squirt, and it’s something he considers lacking in you. “Is it.. bad for you that I don’t squirt? Have you made your previous partners squirt?”

He blanches, mouth dropping open in shock and brows creasing. “I-what? No, babe. Baby, no it’s not bad for me that you don’t. What I’ve done with other partners has no relevance to me and you, but yes I have made others squirt in the past. But I’ve also been with people that haven’t, neither is better or worse when it comes to how it is for me or how it feels. What I am so focused on here is making you feel good, figuring out the science behind it.”

“What science? Isn’t it just pee?”

“No! It’s an entirely different chemical compound.”

“Good lord. So I’m like your science project?”

“Don’t be silly. You’re not my science project. Your pussy is.”

You throw your head back, cackling as Taehyung bends down to lift you up, tossing you over his shoulder and stalking to the bedroom.

4:

Weeks have flown by, and still Taehyung remains fixated on his quest to get you to squirt. You can’t complain, the weeks have been filled with mind-blowing sex. He has tried with his fingers, his mouth, his cock, making you come over and over until you tremble, physically unable to take any more stimulation. But never once has your pussy turned into the fountain he so desires.

“Alright, I think I know where I have been going wrong,” he says, laying on the couch with his head resting on the pillow of your chest.

“Where?” you ask, no idea what he’s even talking about. Taehyung is like that though, his mind always wandering from one thing to the next, keeping you on edge. You never know what is going to come out of his mouth.

“I think I need to edge you more.”

“What? Why?”

“When? Who? Are you going through all the ‘W’ questions?”

“Shut up,” you cackle.

“For real though, you have to be super turned on to squirt. As you get more aroused, your urethral sponge enlarges and hardens and then your Skene’s glands fill up with cum and then with pressure and massage you’ll squirt. I’ve been too eager; you’re coming too fast.”

“Okay Bill Nye. Is this your version of dirty talk? Because ‘Skene’s glands’ is not sexy.”

“It can be sexy! C’mon baby, let me massage your urethral sponge.”

“Oh my God.” You can hardly breathe through your laughing as he buries his face in your chest. “I’m on the rag, I can’t tonight.”

“You know I won’t let that stop me. We should put a towel down anyway for when you squirt.”

“I know it won’t stop you but it’s stopping me tonight. I don’t feel sexy. I feel bloated and gassy and gross.”

He huffs. “Fine, that’s fair. Next time.”

“As long as you don’t say ‘urethral sponge’ again.”

5:

The stars must be aligning in your boyfriend’s favor, because the next time you see him you’re ovulating, meaning just being next to him turns you on. Smelling his signature scent, a magnetic mix of cedar and musk, has your lower belly swirling in anticipation. You’re at his place this time. After spending the day at the beach together, you walked hand in hand back to his place and hopped in the shower to rinse off. For once, he’s said nothing about getting you to squirt. Didn’t even make any comments when you suggested you shower off together. He just hopped in with you, lathering you up with soap and running his hands over your body as if it was nothing. If you hadn’t witnessed his dick getting hard with your own eyes, you would have thought he was entirely unaffected. You kept waiting for him to make a move, the slickness between your legs increasing with every touch of his skin against yours, but he turned the water off and stepped out without a word about it.

“Dry off and meet me in my room,” he says, handing you a towel and pressing a kiss to your lips that was entirely too innocent for your liking before leaving the bathroom. What game was he playing at here?

With a sigh you dry off and pull on the sweatpants and baggy t-shirt you had brought from home. It was one of his shirts he had left at your apartment. Strategically, you never washed it so the smell of him lingered. Given how already aroused you are, it probably isn’t the best idea to physically wear his scent, but what else are you supposed to do? It was getting to the point where you’re so wet it’s uncomfortable.

Taehyung is lounging against the headboard when you enter his bedroom, shirtless and with a pair of tented boxers slung low on his hips. You bite back a smile seeing the effect the shower had on him, knowing it isn’t just you.

“Why are you dressed?” he asks, brow furrowed.

“Didn’t you say to?”

“I said dry off. Take your clothes off. I want to give you a massage.”

“Why?” you ask, pulling his t-shirt over your head like he asked.

“I just do. It was a long walk back from the beach, and you just had your period and that makes you sore sometimes, right? I want to help you relax.”

“You can help me relax in other ways,” you suggest, climbing into the bed once you’re naked.

“Hmm, maybe later. Lay down.” He pats the bed beside him and you huff, trying to ignore your heartbeat pounding in your cunt as you lay on your stomach.

“What is that?” you ask as something warm and wet hits your back.

“Warming oil. I’m giving you a massage, like I said.”

Closing your eyes, you sink into the feeling as his hands spread the oil over your back. Rubbing it in, he keeps his touch gentle as he massages your muscles. He spends extra time on your lower back, the area that that is most stiff and sore when you’re menstruating, and his thumbs ease the muscles before dipping lower. His touch remains innocent, for the most part, even as he massages the length of your legs before returning to your glutes. He spreads your cheeks, his thumbs slipping between your legs and grazing the exterior of your pussy as he massages. You can’t help the groan that slips from your lips at his touch, but he continues as if he didn’t hear anything. With each pass of his hands, his thumbs get closer and closer, until they graze your clit on each pass. He grunts as one thumb slips inside on accident due to how slick and slippery you are.

“Turn around.” The words come out hoarse, his voice deep with barely restrained arousal.

You do as he asks, rolling until you’re laying on your back as he kneels beside you. You eye his dick, ramrod straight, red and leaking at the end, and lick your lips. “Don’t even think about it,” he murmurs, catching your gaze, but he doesn’t stop as you reach for him, grasping his length in your hand and slowly pumping, spreading his pre-cum and using it as lubricant.

“Naughty girl,” he hisses, breath hitching as you squeeze him. His hands return to your body, slick from the oil, massaging your legs and moving up, up, until he reaches your breasts. Leaning down, he takes a nipple in his mouth, teasing with his teeth before suckling at the raised peak of your breast. Coming off that breast with a pop, he moves to the other as his hand reaches between your legs. He trails his fingers lightly along your thigh until they reach the apex, then ducking between your folds as he groans. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“I’ve been wet since the goddamn beach.”

“I know,” he growls, releasing your other nipple from his mouth to speak.

“Then why haven’t you done anything about it.” The words sound whiny even to your own ears as you buck your hips into his hand, squeezing his cock as you continue to pump him.

“All in good time, baby.” He moves up, licking a stripe up your neck before nipping at your ear. You shudder at the combination of sensations. His fingers, slick from the oil and your arousal, begin to swirl soft circles over your clit. It’s so good, but it’s soft, too gentle.

“More,” you groan, and to your surprise he listens, slipping two fingers inside, but he doesn’t pump them. “What are you doing, Tae?” He places his other hand atop your lower belly, pressing down lightly while the fingers inside you press up, dragging along your walls until they hit that perfect spot that has you keening, arching off the bed.

“There?” he asks, grinning as your hand halts on his dick. It’s the last thing you see before your eyes flutter shut, because rather than pumping his fingers, he leaves him fully inside, massaging that one spot over and over. You nod, frantic, hips bucking as your chase your high, until he suddenly removes his fingers entirely.

Your eyes snap open, glaring at your boyfriend, who is currently wearing the definition of a ‘shit eating grin.’ “Taehyung. What the fuck.”

“We gotta take it slow, baby. Ease you into it.”

“I don’t need to be eased into it. I’ve been wet for hours. Make me come.”

Still smiling, he takes your hand off his cock and moves until he’s laying between your legs. “Can’t wait to taste you. You smell so good.” He runs his tongue up the length of your sex, swirling it over your clit before sucking the swollen nub into his mouth while his fingers play with your opening. Almost all at once you’re right back on that edge again, but he releases you before you can tumble over, forcing you to skirt along the cliff-face, but not allowing you to fall.

“If you don’t stop fucking edging me I swear to God-“ You can’t finish the threat because his fingers are back inside you, rubbing at that spot again, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. His tongue is no longer involved, and when you open your eyes for a peak at him he’s got a determined set to his jaw, his eyes black as they’re locked in on your pussy. Just the sight of him would be enough to make you come, the pressure of his fingers is merely icing on the cake at this point.

“Let go baby. Let everything go,” his voice is husky, so low you can barely hear it over the squelching of his fingers in your cunt, and it catapults you into the abyss. You arch off the bed, vision blurring before your eyes squeeze shut and your body convulses. You’ve never felt anything like it, and the sudden gush of liquid down your ass is the least of all the sensations. Taehyung doesn’t give you a break, pulling his fingers from you as you gush and swiping them across your clit, fast until you’re coming again before you’ve even had the chance to come down from the first orgasm, more liquid spurting from your weeping cunt.

“What-“ you heave, trying to catch your breath. “The fuck…” As you come down, you begin to feel just how extraordinarily wet you are. Opening your eyes, you look down at your boyfriend between your legs.

His face is soaked, glistening with your essence, a proud boxy grin on his face. “I told you you could squirt.”

“You,” you said, sitting up to grab his face and pull his lips to yours. You speak between kisses, tasting yourself on his tongue. “Are the most ridiculous, determined, incredible man I’ve ever met. I can’t believe that happened.”

“Can I fuck you now? I’m hanging on by a thread here. I almost came by proxy just from you gushing all over my face.”

“Yes,” you say, laughing against his lips. You tangle your fingers in his hair, scraping your nails against his scalp as he trembles and moans. Reaching between your bodies, he grabs his cock and rubs its head along the length of your cunt. You jerk and twitch, slightly overstimulated but in that sweet spot where it hurts so good.

“You okay?” he asks, breaking away from your mouth so his eyes can search your face.

You could cry at his concern, but you won’t. All the moisture in your body is on Taehyung’s face already.

“I’m okay, just a little sensitive. I can’t believe that happened.” You repeat. “You’re incredible.”

Taehyung actually blushes, ducking his head into your neck. “I knew you could do it. We just had to unlock the code together.”

You put your hand under his chin, lifting his face up to kiss him. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, you reach down and grab his length positioning it right at your opening. You lift your hips, sighing as he slips inside.

“You’re…” he trembles in your arms. “So warm. So wet. You feel so fucking good.” His words are slurred as he begins to pump into you, like he’s drunk off your cunt.

“You… too…” you whimper, eyes rolling back into your head as he rolls his hips, ensuring that his cock rubs against that spot deep inside that he had massaged before.

“I want you to come again. With me,” he says before bending to take your nipple into his mouth, the pace of his hips increasing.

“I can’t,” you keen, arching into him.

He pulls away, meeting your eyes before leaning down to kiss you. When he pulls away again, he tugs your bottom lips with his teeth before letting go. “You can, baby. And you will.” Reaching between your bodies, he swipes his fingers over your clit. He sits up, adjusting the angle of his hips so his cock presses against the top of your walls with more pressure.

“Tae. Baby. I’m gonna- nghhh-“ your words turn into a scream as you come again, writhing against Taehyung. Your hips jump so much he slips out of you, and this time you actually see the stream of clear liquid that shoot from you, landing on your boyfriends abdomen just as he comes as well, painting your pussy with ropes of milky cum.

Several moments pass as you both catch your breath, growing from wet to sticky with each passing second. Tae is the first one to speak, looking down at the veritable lake your body created with a goofy and satisfied smile. “Oops, I did it again.”

“Oh my god. Did you just quote Britney Spears after sex?”

“Cunt go crazy, like Britney, baby. You hit me with it one more time.”

Your hands come up to cover your face as you dissolve into laughter. Only Taehyung would complete an epic round of sex with the altered lyrics of his new favorite song.

“You’re so stupid,” you cackle.

Laughing with you, he lays down, covering your body and pressing kisses to your face. “I wasn’t even trying to make you squirt that time. I just wanted you to come with me.”

“Well, it worked. A little too well. This is going to be a lot of clean up.” Suddenly feeling hot and increasingly gross, you gently push him off you and sit up, looking down at your bodies and the soaked sheets. “Let’s go shower again.”

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :)

[dandirecs]

this is exactly the kind of crazy ass boyfriend I imagine tae being tbh 😭 this was so fun (and hot 💀) 🔥

[hoseokhasmyheartxx]

Vixen Vibes | JHS (ft. MYG)

*Pairing: boyfriend's best friend!Hoseok x f!Reader (ft. sub!boyfriend!Yoongi)

*Word Count: 8.3k total (for now), chapter wordcounts on each page

*Genre: pwp pwp pwp! "watch me while he fucks me," non-idol au, explicit smut, eventual angst, happy ending? maybe?

*Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT, MINORS DNI. this one has a very targeted audience, if you ain't into cuck fetish, maybe keep scrolling. individual chapter warnings included on each page.

*Summary: Yoongi has a voyeurism kink. You have an exhibitionism kink. Yoongi has a hot best friend... What could possibly go wrong?

*A/N: i'm finally making a page for the Watch Me series! this fic is still in progress. there are currently three parts, with two more planned. if you haven't read this one yet, now's a good time to start!

chapters

1: Watch Me 2: Use Me 3: Help Me 4: Forgive Me 5: tbd

[taejingirlie]

hi, i really like your ot7 drabbles. can you write something about their gfs fangirling HARD over their newest photoshoot/interview/ads while the real life version of them are being ignored? who will be cocky, pouting, or jealous over their gf choosing bts them over rl them? thank youuu

hihi! I usually don't write anything with irl/bangtan but this is super cute so I wanted to give it a go!

I hope you enjoy it 🥹

CARES MOST

namjoon

jimin

yoongi

hoseok

taehyung

seokjin

jungkook

CARES LEAST

NAMJOON

I feel like (especially based off recent interviews and content) namjoon would really struggle with it at times. I think he would try and hide it as much as possible, but he would really need his partner to see him for who he is, not just his public persona / him as an artist.

He would definitely be pouty about it, but he would need a lot of reassurance I think that you love him for HIM, and not for who the whole world sees, if that makes sense?

JIMIN

I think jimin would need a lot of reminders of your love too. if he caught you fangirling over a new photoshoot, I think he would be excited about your reaction but would need reassurance that you love him just as much when he's in his pyjamas, barefaced and messy haired.

I see him just getting very quiet if he feels like he's not being seen as a partner before an artist, but maybe trying to hide how he feels.

YOONGI

I see yoongi either hiding his discomfort about it or being the biggest brat on earth 😭 like he would either pretend it didn't bother him, or he would make damn sure you knew he was upset 😭 pouting, silent treatment, the works. but he would feel really guilty about it afterwards, when he was certain he was more important than his latest photoshoot.

HOSEOK

I put hobi in the middle because I think it could go either way. I think sometimes he would love it, he'd be super cocky and excited about how much his partner is drooling over him in the latest Louis shoot, teasing them and making a big deal out of it. other times, I think he would be a little overwhelmed. I think he'd get a bit insecure about it, worrying that he doesn't live up to that version of himself irl. but he would be back to his smiley self after some comfort and reassurance

TAEHYUNG

I think tae would be pretty cocky tbh 😭 as long as you show him plenty of love and affection outside of fangirling moments, I think he would enjoy the attention frankly 😂

so much smirking. SO. MUCH. SMIRKING. no comment, just that little eyebrow lift and a shrug. he would LOVE IT.

SEOKJIN

I almost put jin in first (last?) place, but i changed my mind last minute 😭 I feel like a lot of jinnie's confidence would be covering a little insecurity, so he would really love to see his partner fangirling over him as long as that excitement also extends to catching his air kisses in everyday situations 🤭

he would definitely join in the chaos and fangirl over himself, and as he SHOULD 🙏🏼

JUNGKOOK

maybe an unpopular opinion here, but I think kook would love it too. if he truly thought his partner was putting his public persona before the real him, of course he would be upset (rightly so) and this would be a deal-breaker i think, if it wasn't fixed immediately. BUT if he felt confident and secure with the fact that its just a bit of fun, I think he would enjoy his partner teasing him with their fangirling and losing it over photoshoots and content 🤭

its been a WHILE so I hope this was okay 😭 I really like doing these kinds of posts, so thank you for requesting 🥹🤍

[dandirecs]

this is why you proofread 💀 so thankful someone mentioned I'd missed jin's bc if it had sat in my drafts any longer I might have cried 😭 i write these usually with the idea of posting them separately but because it was a request I decided to post it all as one and missed pasting jin 😭 but he's there now, its all good 😭🙏🏼

[borathae]

Make It Better | KTH x f.Reader

“You are having one of those days where you feel like the ugliest, most appalling person to ever exist. Taehyung wants to do everything in his power to make you see how beautiful you actually are.”

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Comfort, Fluff

Warnings: kinda body dysphoria because she sees flaws and "ugly spots" where there are none yk, just in general insecurities, Tae being the most loving and caring and understanding boyfriend ever, he makes her feel good again, omfg i love him so much

Wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: is this once again self-indulgent cause i'm going through it lately? Yes. JSJSJS somebody help, Tae help. no but seriously, i hope this can cheer up anyone who is having one of those days <3 we are all baddies eventhough our minds wanna tell us otherwise 💜

Taehyung is drawn to your clothing room because of sniffles and frustrated huffs.

The door is ajar and music is playing, but you have your back turned to him. The floors and surfaces are covered in pieces of clothing. You are in nothing but your underwear, currently standing in front of the mirror and poking parts of your body as if disgusted by them.

He knocks gently so as not to startle you.

“Darling, do not frighten. It is me. I heard sniffles and I wanted to check on you. Is everything alright?”

You turn, giving view to your reddened eyes and runny nose.

“No, I’m weird and disgusting and the ugliest person to ever exist.”

“Excuse me? No, you are not. Darling”, Taehyung gasps and closes the distance in big stomps. He takes your hands. “What madness are you spouting? You are neither ugly nor disgusting. Why would you say this about yourself?”

“I feel so ugly.”

“Well, just because you feel like it, does not mean that you are.” He wipes your tears. “You are so beautiful and pretty.”

“Thanks, yeah. I just can’t see it right now. I don’t feel good about myself. I feel like my face is weird and my hair is always either too greasy or too frizzy and my body is shaped weird and my boobs are never boobying like other boobs do.”

“Oh goodness, this isn’t the truth at all.” He shakes his head. “Your face is beautiful, your hair is beautiful, the shape of your body is perfect and your breasts are very much boobying correctly.” 

A small smile curls your lips. 

“Thanks. Can I get a hug?”

“Of course you can get a hug, my darling”, Taehyung says and pulls you against his chest.

One must know that Taehyung has developed a love for working out. Lifting weights to be more exact. Which means that his chest and arms have grown rather impressively. This is important to mention because with his new physique, his hugs feel especially safe and healing. You feel protected and supported and overall like he is your strong man to lean on.

“Can I have a squeeze?”

Taehyung squeezes you gently, rubbing your back as he does. 

You sigh in relief, sinking deeper into his embrace.

“Tae, I don’t like when I feel like this”, you mumble into him while he listens and rubs your back, “I’m pretty sure it’s just my hormones or the moon phase and I’m just being dramatic, but it’s still real right now and it makes me feel bad.”

“Of course it does and hormonal changes aren’t to be taken lightly. You aren’t dramatic, my darling, your feelings are valid no matter if they are of hormonal origin or not.” 

“Thank you for saying this. I needed validation that I’m not just a crazy woman.”

“Don’t do that. Woman is not an insult. Goodness, you are truly speaking nonsense today”, he says and pats your butt, “I shall spank your butt for being mean to yourself and women.”

You snicker, looking into his eyes. He smiles sweetly, all while his hand gives your butt the softest of pats. 

“Bad girl, do not speak ill of your gender”, he scolds you jokingly.

“I deserve that, I agree.”

“Indeed. Just as you deserve this”, he says and smooches your cheeks. “Mwuah. For being pretty and very beautiful. Mwuah.”

You giggle, chasing his affection. He meets your eyes, gazing and smiling. It lasts just a few seconds and then frustration fills your chest again.

“Urgh Tae, I don’t like how I feel. Urgh”, you say and drop your head against him, “I don’t know if I can go on the date tomorrow. I don’t know what to wear. I feel so ugly and I’m at my limit.”

“Goodness, I hate to see you this way. Shall I help you?”

“Help me?”

“Yes. You shall sit by the powder table and I shall pick out an outfit which will make you feel pretty again.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah I’d like that.”

“Very good then. Sit, my darling and I will find you an outfit.” 

He hurries around the room for a bit and returns with a skirt and sweater look. He helps you put it on, explaining why he chose this look as he works on getting the folds right.

“I chose this because the sweater sits very nicely around your breasts. Look at them. They are very booby in it.”

You snicker, agreeing with a shy nod. He is not wrong. They sit very nicely. 

“And I combined the skirt with it because when I ask you to dance in the park, it will move prettily.”

“So you’ll ask me to dance?”

“Of course I will.” He says and slides his hand to your waist to turn you. He guides you left and right, showing you a glimpse of what tomorrow will bring.

“I love this idea, but…”

“You don’t like the outfit.”

“No, sorry. I think it sits weird on my shoulders and when I move, the sweater doesn’t stay tucked in and-” you huff out air, sagging your shoulders.

“This is no problem at all. Take it off. I shall find another one.”

He hurries back to the clothing racks, murmuring to himself how he could combine this with that and that with this. In the end, he returns with a body tight dress which you haven’t worn before.

“No, I’ll be too chilly.”

“This is no problem. Another look.”

He abandons the dress before you even put it on. He is murmuring again, taking this job very seriously.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m a lot.”

“I will ignore what you just said because you are neither a lot nor should you apologise. Ah yes! This will go perfectly with this.”

He hurries back to you. 

“These pants with this blouse. It is elegant with a hint of sophistication and the red belt will give it a pop of colour.”

You put it on, turn and twist in front of the mirror and sigh in defeat.

“I feel like my tummy looks weird.”

“It doesn’t, but I shall find something else. I cannot have you feeling this way. It is not the truth, but sometimes it is best to make oneself feel pretty in other ways.”

His positive and judgement-free attitude surrounding your insecurities feels healing. Deep down you know that what your brain is telling you today is a lie. Deep down you know that you are pretty and that your body is not shaped weirdly. But it is difficult to agree when you feel just so shitty about yourself. Even if it will only last for today, tomorrow, this week. Right now, it is very real and it is so healing to have him attempt to tackle the issues without judging them or calling you crazy for them.

He returns with a cocky grin on his face.

“I feel it in my heart that this is going to be it. We have; your favourite colours, a poofy skirt, ruffles and” he lifts his pointer finger dramatically, “pockets”, he says and stuffs his hand into the skirt pocket. 

You laugh, “wow okay, convincing argument.”

“It is indeed. Try it on and let me know how you feel.”

You twist and turn and study yourself. 

“And?” 

“I like the skirt, but the blouse looks weird on me. Urgh, it’s useless, I’m too ugly for life.”

“No you are not. You feel ugly, but you aren’t ugly. Take off the blouse, I will not give up until you feel pretty again.”

He hurries back to your shirts and tops and only returns once he is happy. He helps you slip it on, massaging your shoulders softly once you are dressed.

“You are beautiful, my darling”, he whispers, gazing at you with loving, sparkly eyes.

You look at yourself and you don’t hate what you see. As a matter of fact, you think that you look pretty.

“Tae, I like this.”

“You do?”

You nod your head, “I look pretty.”

“You do. You are. Oh darling, is this it?”

“I think it is. Wow, I can’t believe it. I actually have an outfit which makes me feel nice again.”

“I am so happy to hear this. Oh my darling”, he hugs you and kisses your cheek, “you are so beautiful and it hurts when you cannot see it. I am glad that I could help you feel better again.”

“You really could. Thank you. I know it took…wow an hour. I’m so sorry, I-”

“Hush, this was the best hour of my day”, he silences you and turns you in his arms. “Yes, sweetest? I could have spent ten hours on it and I still would have loved it. Yes?”

“Yes, okay”, you whisper, eyes sparkly.

“Yes.” He caresses your cheek. “Now, what shall we do for the rest of tonight? I cannot possibly leave you alone when you feel this way.”

“Honestly? If you helped me clean this mess up and then held me in bed, I would already be happy.”

“Then we shall do exactly that. And I will add a compliment each minute to it.”

You laugh, “okay, okay if you say so.”

“Mh-hm I do. Compliment number one. Your smile really brightens a room.”

You smile, heart fluttering.

“Thank you so much. God Tae sweetest, I love you”, you say and hug him.

“I love you too, my sweetest”, he purrs softly and hugs you back. 

[dandirecs]

I need taehyung to tell me my boobs are boobying correctly 😔

[dandirecs]

if they're this desperate just let them get on with it tbh. they only people they're showing up as a fool is themselves 💁🏻‍♀️ imagine being that pathetic like?

none of this shit is genuine anymore. voting is just fanwar and nothing else at this point, I'm so done with the pettiness

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #04 - Spooning and Netflix]

“You and Jungkook were spooning, watching a romantic comedy on Netflix, when the insatiable desire to fumble overcomes you.” 

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Warnings: spooning, handjob, lotsa fumbling and kissing, they’re so in love that it hurts

Wordcount: 1.4k

Late May, a Saturday, nine am. You and Jungkook were spooning, watching a romantic comedy on Netflix. A blanket was thrown over your bodies and in front of Jungkook a bowl of butter popcorn was resting on the sofa. He had already finished it halfway. Every now and then he feeds you a handful of the buttery treat as well. Yes, you were the big spoon, Jungkook wanted to be the little spoon tonight. You really like being the big spoon, he feels really good all nuzzled in your arms.

Jungkook chuckles at a funny scene, chewing on popcorn with his mouth open. Your eyes flit to his face. Gosh he is so breathtaking when he is happy. You give him a little squeeze and nuzzle your nose into his neck. 

“Mhm baby”, Jungkook murmurs, still watching the movie. 

“You smell so good Kookie”, you whisper, dragging the tip of your nose up and down his jawline. 

Goosebumps rise on his skin, a shiver runs down his spine.  

“That tickles”, he says, eyes still glued to the television. 

“Mhm sorry”, you mumble, “let me kiss it good”, you add and then you start covering his neck in slow, sensual kisses.

Jungkook sighs, melting in your arms. 

“Baby”, he whispers, eyes threatening to close. 

“Can I fumble?” you ask.

“Fumble?” Jungkook sounds out of breath. 

“Yeah, wanna feel your body under my fingertips”, you kiss his earlobe, “I wanna make new memories before you have to leave again tomorrow.”

"Damn baby. What about the movie?" he asks, almost having to choke on the popcorn.

"You can still watch it. I ain’t stopping you." 

"Well then I ain’t stopping you from fumbling. So go ahead.”

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[borathae]

Special Day | MYG x f.Reader

“You spend Yoongi’s birthday week at your beach house, hidden away from the rest of the world and in blissful togetherness. On the morning of his birthday, you wake him with chocolate cake and a promise: The best birthday blowjob he will ever receive.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader | story can be read as a stand-alone piece

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life, Smut

Warnings: they’re so cute and in love, bickering is their love language, they’re both weirdos <3, subby brat!Yoongi, service Dom!Reader, lingerie, bondage with a tie, wax play, some sensory play, a little bit of food play with the cake, painplay, cock & ball torture, happiest masochist!Yoongi, body worship, nipple play, biting & marking, oral sex (m.receiving), blowjob, ball stuff, rimjob, anal fingering feat. prostate milking, cum eating, he definitely gets treated well, post orgasm torture, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), female orgasms as well, did i already say biting?, minimal dirty talk, cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 6.9k | Minors DNI you will be reported & blocked

a/n: Happy Min March to anyone who celebrates 🐱💜 i just love yoongi so much, you besties don't get it he is my boongi :( i hope you can feel the love i have for him through this story <3 have fun my fellow yoonginators and happy birthday to our kitty 🥺🎉 please give this story attention by reblogging & commenting thank you <3

Yoongi shoots up in bed upon being woken up by the sound of a party horn. 

You are sitting on his lap with a cake in your hands and a party hat on your head. The committer of the crime, aka the party horn, is stuck between your teeth as you grin at him.

“What the actual fuck is going on?” Yoongi groans and drops back into the pillow, pressing his hands against his eyes.

You spit the party horn to the side.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.”  

You sing while Yoongi wishes to go up in flames. He lays completely still, letting the moment wash over him. He knows that it is fruitless to stop you. Once you have your mind set on something, it is almost impossible to change it. Yoongi simply has to accept that you are singing a song in his honour. 

“Happy birthday to youuuuu”, you finish, waiting for his reaction expectantly.

“Mhm, beautiful. Totally worth getting woken up for”, he says sarcastically, dropping his hands from his eyes. His gaze is adoring.

“It’s your birthday today.”

“Really? I didn’t figure this out yet.”

“So I woke up really early today and baked you a cake. Blow out the candles before the wax drips.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. You old grumpy pants. Blow them out.”

Yoongi sits up with a defeated sigh, placing his hands on your waist. His touch is gentle and loving. 

He blows on the candles, lifting his eyes once it’s done.

“Did you make a wish?”

“No.”

“Then do it again.” You re-light them. “Make a wish and then blow them out.”

“You’re so demanding, fucking hell.” Yoongi closes his eyes and thinks of what he could wish for. 

What he has with you should last forever, that he can wake up each day knowing he will face it with you, that he will always feel your weight on his lap and that you will never lose your smile. 

Yoongi opens his eyes, meeting your gaze. 

“I wish that you and I will never stop loving each other”, he says and blows out the candles. 

“Yoongi…oh my god, you’re so sweet…”

Yoongi answers you by taking a bite out of the cake. 

“You! Hey, what are you doing?” You squeak, moving it away quickly but too late. A chunk the size of his mouth is missing from the cake. Parts of the chocolate covers his lips. He chews proudly, eyes gleaming.

“You are so annoying.”

“Mhm, this is a good cake. More.”

Yoongi chases the cake with an open mouth. 

“No. You are totally ruining the cake”, you are laughing, fleeing him as best as possible.

“I can do what I want as the birthday boy.”

“Not this. You are being gross. Eek, Yoongi stop! You’re ruining the cake!”

You roll out of bed, running through the bedroom while Yoongi chases you. Laughter is everlasting. He catches up with you, chomping his teeth as he holds you hostage by your waist.

“Wait! Wait don’t! I’ll drop it! I worked really hard on it!” 

Yoongi stops, rubbing your waist. The cake gets put down on the desk.

“You-”

Yoongi twirls you and pushes you against said desk, claiming your lips in a kiss before you can whine. He tastes of chocolate cake, his touch is possessive. No chance to scold him, no more talking. Just kisses. Deep, passionate kisses. The kind only Yoongi can give because once he kisses you, it’s never just half-hearted.

Resisting him is fruitless, giving up is the only way. Somehow you still forget that this man is into you. Really, really into you. And when he shows you, it always ends up surprising you.

His deep purr tickle your lips, his tongue traces them. He feels up your waist and hips, crotch pressed against yours.

If you do not stop this, he might eat you instead of the cake.

“Yoongi.” 

He chases you, eyes half-lidded and gaze obsessed. You stop him with a finger on his lips. Yoongi solves the issue by nibbling on said finger, like a dog getting a bone. It is gentle and cute.

“You ruined the cake.”

“I took a small bite out of it. It’s still fine”, he says and bites your hand.

“Did you wake up a biter today? My hand is not consumable.”

“You’re very consumable, actually.”

You scoff in amusement, “really?”

He smiles and nods his head, making you roll your eyes at him which only increases his smile. He lifts you up under your ass, carrying you back to bed.

“You know that you light up my life, don’t you?” he says.

“Oh Yoongi.”

The sun kisses his face, his hair shimmers in shades of dark brown and gold. Like a black cat that seems to glow in the sunlight. He buries you under him, knees on each side of your hips and elbows by your head.

He is not wearing a shirt, skin feeling like heaven under your fingertips. Tracing is body might be one of your favourite things to do. Especially in the morning when he is still toasty from the blanket.

“So you baked a cake this morning”, he talks in a soft voice, resembling a purr. How you love to listen to him.

“Yeah, I got up before sunrise. I was paranoid that you would wake up from the noise the entire time.”

“I didn’t. I slept like a baby.”

“You did. You didn’t notice that I decorated the room?”

“You did?”

Yoongi straightens up, looking around the bedroom while you take the moment to memorise every inch of him. His arms, his chest, his soft tummy and the faint happy trail leading into his briefs. His thighs, his pink knees and his feet tangled in the sheets. His weight on you is familiar, his warmth is raised because of you.

“You decorated”, Yoongi comments, eyes sparkling.

Blue balloons kiss the ceiling and paper garlands decorate the window frames. He looks back at you. Your gaze has softened and yet seems hungrier. 

“You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. I love your birthday.”

“I can see that.”

“Do you like it at least a little?”

Yoongi lowers himself and kisses you. 

“I love it, my princess. Thank you for everything.”

“But that’s not all. I have more planned.”

“Do you now?”

You put your hands on his butt. Yoongi has to smile because of it, but does nothing to stop you. 

“Yeah. You should see the rest of the house and I’ve got presents in the living room.”

He smiles against your cheek, kissing it repeatedly.

“Do you?”

“Yeah. And I thought we could spend the day listening to music and cooking together. I found a few recipes we’ve never tried, we can try them together.”

His favourite activities. Yoongi feels so good.

“I’d love that.”

“And before you leave bed, I wanna give you a birthday blowjob.”

“Huh?”  He shoots up, eyes widened. You seem confident. “What?”

“Birthday blowie. You know, you relax and I go like this on your dick”, you say, making very explicit slurping noises. 

“Okay, okay stop. I know what a blowjob is”, he stops you, pressing his hand to your mouth.

You wrestle his hand away, holding it instead. You make more noises.

“Stop”, Yoongi whines, covering your mouth with his other hand. Which you obviously tug away again.

“Just in case you didn’t know”, you state.

“Funny.”

“You deserve it, my love.”

“If you think so”, he murmurs, suddenly flustered and totally shy. 

You sit up, touching his waist. 

“What do you think of my plans?”

“They’re alright.”

“Really? Only alright?”

He rubs his neck shyly. “They sound good.”

“Yeah? Everything?”

He blushes, looking to the side. “I guess.”

“So you’d let me blow you?”

He nods his head.

“Perfect. Then get off me.”

“Wait. We’re doing it now?”

“Yes. No time wasted, baby. Let’s get this cock sucked and those balls gargled”, you say in a fake accent, rubbing your hands together.

“You are not making me excited for it when you talk like this”, he murmurs, climbing off your lap with a pout. He lies down. 

You snicker, “I know you want it cowboy. Let me be your throat goat.”

Yoongi sits up again, “actually I changed my mind. Why are you talking like this?”

“Okay, okay I’m stopping. Sorry”, you laugh, climbing his lap. 

“Tch, you suck at dirty talk.”

“This wasn’t dirty talk. I tried to relax you by being a weirdo.”

“You weirdo did the opposite, I’m tense.”

One must know that you and Yoongi share a kind of humour some people might consider as rude. It is because you know each other so well that you can walk the fine line between rude and funny. The current conversation is light-hearted, even if some people would not see it as such.

You take off your birthday hat and put it on him instead. He lets you, thinking to himself that you are beautiful in the sunlight. 

“My birthday boy should wear the proper attire.”

“It’s pinching my chin.”

You fix the rubber strap, letting it snap him when you let go.

“Hey”, he whines.

“Does it still pinch?” you snicker.

“You’re in a jokester mood today, aren’t you?”

“Maybe. I love your birthday.”

“I’m starting to see that.” 

You climb off his lap and the bed. Yoongi rolls to his side, propping his elbow up and resting his head against his hand. This is nice to him, being so intimate and comfortable with you is nice.

You open the black morning rope you are wearing and let the it fall to the floor, holding your breath in anticipation.

The sunlight illuminates you from behind, warming your skin but nothing makes you burn up more than the way Yoongi looks at you. You are wearing one of his favourite sets of lingerie. Black hand-woven lace with a real ruby on the front of your bra. Real silver frames it and matching stocking halters with black stockings complete the look. Yoongi gave it to you as a present “because he felt like it” and he refuses to tell you how much he paid for it.

“I bought this for you”, he says, gaze hungry.

“You did.”

“You wore this before. Milan, then Paris again. One time in summer as well, it was sunny that day.”

“You remember?”

“I remember everything, my love. Come here, let me hold your hand.” He reaches out to you. 

You take it, heart racing when he kisses your knuckles. His lips are incredibly soft.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t make me say talking like this.”

He hums, “mhm, sorry. You’re right. Mhm, princess”, he kisses your wrist then looks up at you, “let me look at you closer, come here.”

You climb his lap again. Yoongi keeps you from sitting down with his hands on your hips, using the position to litter your stomach and chest with kisses. He outlines the edges of your lingerie with his fingers, eliciting goosebumps on your skin. It feels so good to be touched by him.

“I love this set on you. Fuck, you’re making it look amazing.”

He travels his hands along your sides, following the movements of your body as you sit down on him. They stop on your upper back, fingertips drawing mindless circles. His eyes spill over with adoration.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved”, he whispers.

“This is your first present.” 

“I love it”, he says, smiling at you.

You giggle, stubbing his nose with yours. Yoongi purrs, kissing it. This is going down as his favourite birthday. It cannot get any better than this.

You suddenly put your hands on his chest and push. Yoongi falls with a chuckle, eyes gleaming hungrily when you pin his wrists into the pillow. Perhaps this day is getting even better.

“Now it’s time for your second present.”

“What’s my second present?”

“The blowjob.”

“Oh, so that’s a present too?”

“Obviously.”

“Then do your worst. Let’s see if you can get me hard.”

“You’re joking right?”

He smirks. 

“Oh I see. You’re being a brat.”

“Never.”

You laugh and tug the birthday hat down over his eyes. Yoongi laughs, wriggling his wrists free to fix it but you push them back down. 

“Leave it.”

“I can’t see.”

“I know. You already saw me.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“Yeah, it was.”

He laughs, writhing under you. This kind of bickering makes his stomach flutter.

“Now stay.”

“Mhm.”

You leave his lap and roll out of bed. Yoongi enjoys the moment, listening to your steps and your busy shuffling. You return soon, climbing his lap and kissing his chest. Yoongi arches into it, purring in contentment. He likes being touched by you.

“I’m back.”

“You are.”

“I think you’re wearing too much.”

“Take it off then”, he allows you, having his eyes closed even with the hat darkening his vision. It just feels better like this.

With his consent, you wrestle his briefs off and throw them on the floor. Your hands feel up his legs, eyes focused on his dick. So tempting and sexy. You cannot wait to taste him.

“You already have a semi, just saying”, you say, kneading his thighs.

“Your eyes aren’t working right.”

You snicker, “you’re such a bad liar.”

“Mhhm.” 

“This is gonna be easier than I thought.”

“You wish.”

Yoongi has to be the most adorable brat ever. He loves to pretend as if he wasn’t easy to turn on when in reality he gets hard so easily, and he knows that he does. It still doesn’t stop him from lying. It’s adorable because even with the most raging hard-on, he will still insist that he is not hard.

You kiss his neck. Right on his favourite spot, listening to the blissed sigh he lets out against his will. One kiss. Two. Three. You tug on his earlobe and whisper sweet words against his ear.

“You’re an adorable brat.”

“If you say so.”

“Mhm, I do.” You kiss his cheek, then straighten up. “Can I tell you what I have planned for you?”

“Not today. Just surprise me. I trust you.”

Hearing something like this from Yoongi is a huge deal. He loves discussing the sex before it happens, so having him give up control to such an extent – blindfolded on top of it – just shows how safe he feels with you. 

“Alright, then I’ll surprise you. Your safeword is snowdrop. Like always.”

“I won’t need it.” 

“You are a sweet talker and a sweet talker should get some cake”, you say, stubbing his nose.

“Okay”, Yoongi says and opens his mouth, ready and willing. Again, he is so adorable.

You use a fork to feed him, eating a bite yourself afterwards. He chews, humming in contentment. With his vision denied and his other senses heightened, the cake tastes even sweeter. He can really taste how much effort and love you put into it, cherishing every single second.

“More?”

“Yeah.” 

The second bite is just as delicious. You adore his sense of touch right with it as you dance your fingertips along his chest. Goosebumps cover his skin, his nipples flush and harden. You don’t touch them just yet, working up anticipation.

“Another?”

“Yeah.”

You set the fork on the bedside table next to the cake after feeding him and pick up two of the candles. You light them, letting them melt over his chest while he is still busy with chewing. 

The first droplet of hot wax drips on his skin, forcing him to flinch and grunt. The second candle follows, eliciting another flinch from him. He gulps the cake down, gasping for air.

“What was that?”

“Candles.”

“It’s-” Two droplets hit his skin, sending shivers through his body. “Fuck, it’s hot.”

“Too hot?”

“No, keep going.”

“I will.”

The candles aren’t the biggest and the wax is probably not the hottest, but the sensation is still intense. Because you are using two candles, they melt at different times and therefore drip on him differently as well. He cannot figure out a pattern, anticipating each new sting with a fluttering tummy.

You concentrate your attention on his chest for now, painting circles around his nipples. You can count four droplets by now, the fifth hits his skin right this instant. Yoongi purrs, fingers twitching on the pillow. 

Pink and blue. You did not choose these candles specifically but it looks pretty now that you are thinking about it. Blue because it is his favourite colour, it covers his right pec. Pink because everything feels pink and pretty when you are together, it covers his left pec. You let the candles meet in the middle, covering his sternum with a bigger spot of wax. 

“Ahm…”

Having Yoongi make sounds is a big deal. He is very silent when he receives, so getting him to be vocal means he is genuinely enjoying this a lot. Of course he does, he is a masochist at heart.

Perhaps it is time for his nipples. First his right, then his left. 

“Fuck, a-ah”, Yoongi tenses his thighs, hands closing to fists.

“Intense?”

“Yeah. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“You’ve got the prettiest nipples”, you say, placing the candles aside for now so you can massage them while the wax is still warm. The pain should turn from stinging to pleasurable. 

The touch goes straight to his cock, leaving warmth in his tummy and tingles in his legs. Yoongi has to touch you, purring your name as he does. His hands run along your arms, rubbing them up and down. Every now and then, they stop and squeeze. 

Yoongi communicates through touch and right now he is telling you that you feel like fucking heaven. Your stomach tingles like crazy, knowing you can make him feel good.

You kiss his collarbones, then his neck, fingers still working his nipples. A bite seals the deal. Yoongi loves getting bitten. It might very well be his kryptonite. 

He curses, hugging you so he can pull himself closer. You dig your teeth deeper, increasing the pain and therefore his bliss.

“Princess”, he sighs, sucking on your shoulder. It’s wet and needy. You release his neck, the relief of it is warm and tingly. Yoongi cradles the back of your head, trailing sloppy kisses from your shoulder to your lips.

Denying him feels cruel but necessary. The party hat is on his forehead. Funny, but not where it is supposed to be. You take it off, kissing him afterwards now that you have space. Yoongi purrs, sinking back into the pillow. His neck pulsates and hurts where you bit him, his nipples are burning and his chest is still sensitive. 

It cannot get any better than this and still, you make it even better by dragging your nails down his skin. Dull pain joins the mix. Yoongi thrusts against nothing.

“More”, he begs, breaking the kiss just to mouth at your chin and jaw.

“So about you not getting hard easily?”

“I never said that.”

“You are such a liar, oh my god”, you laugh, smooching him once before you sit up, trailing your gaze down his body. He is blushing all over, tummy heaving up and down quickly and flushed cock standing ready against his dark pubes. How pretty. 

You search for his eyes, meeting them. His gaze is confident and anticipating. He is feeling himself. It turns you on so much.

“I wanna make you feel so good. Fuck, Yoongi”, you get out and bury your face in his thighs. You leave open-mouthed kisses on his skin, following them up with hickeys and rough bites. 

Yoongi is gasping for air, legs parting on their own as you mark them. He swears that they are currently rubber. His thighs are so sensitive and you are biting them. This is insane.

“___”, he croaks, reaching down to touch his cock. It hurts too much not to.

“Ah!” You slap his hand away. “What are you doing?”

“Is not cool, let me touch”, he mumbles, pouting. He reaches for himself again only to be stopped by you gripping his wrists and pinning them by his head. You are towering over him, taking up his entire vision and his heart in the process. He hates that you are just hovering over his cock, wishing for nothing more than your weight on it.

“No touching”, you scold him. 

He wiggles, chest tingling when you apply more strength to keep him down. His bratty heart is so happy with you.

“Do I have to tie you up? Mhm?”

“You don’t have it in you.”

You scoff, eyes widening in shock. “I see.” You tongue your cheek, gaze darkening. Yoongi feels butterflies in his tummy because of it.

You let go of his wrists and climb out of bed, scurrying to the dresser for one of his ties. 

You and Yoongi keep some clothes at the beach house. Formal attire is part of said emergency wardrobe and Yoongi’s black tie has definitely come in handy many times. Mostly during sex though.

You climb his lap with the tie between your teeth so you have both hands for grabbing his wrists. Yoongi is mesmerised, letting you work his arms into position while he stares at your breasts. He feels no remorse for his gawking, thinking about all the ways he will make you feel good later. He will definitely fuck you against the kitchen counter. This lingerie set is doing it to him so bad.

You fold his hands so they are interlocked then take the tie out of your mouth to use it. Three wrap-arounds and a tight knot. Yoongi hisses, squeezing his own hands. You are definitely making him feel it. The pressure around his wrists is intense.

“Stop whining.”

“You’re being rough.”

“Obviously. You like it.”

He has nothing witty to say to that so he simply purrs and eye fucks you passionately. 

“So. This should prevent you from acting up” you say and tug his tied up hands into his vision. Yoongi opens his folded hands, wiggling his fingers. 

“You’re mean.” 

“I know. It gets your dick hard.”

He chuckles, following it up with a groan when you drop his hands on his chest. Not too high but the impact still lingers for a second before you replace it with new sensations. Licks and bites down his tummy, closer and closer to his aching cock.

Almost there. He can practically feel your lips on him. Almost. Yes. Now. 

You swerve past his cock, sucking on his right thigh instead. Yoongi hurts. The last time he got head was two months ago. It wasn’t your doing, but simply Yoongi’s own fault. He never asks for it and when you insinuated, he mostly stirred the scene into him giving pleasure instead.

It’s been so long and being denied right now, shows him how fucking needy this can actually get a person. He wants to reach down there and touch himself.

“Is somebody impatient?” you ask in a fond chuckle and Yoongi has to realise that he did indeed reach down there, fingers buried in your hair.

“It’s been two months.”

“And whose fault was that?”

Yoongi pouts. You laugh and kiss his thigh, before parting his legs. Yoongi lets you, just as he lets you put them over your shoulders and hold them tight. The path you kiss down his left thighs feels endless to him and soon takes on a turn he did not expect. Past his cock, just brushing his balls and settling on his rim. You lift his hips a little, forcing him to lose his footing with the mattress. His toes curl as his feet fling into the air, a throaty moan slips past his lips.

You purr, nose buried in his balls and tongue outlining his hole. He smells so good. Clean, masculine and with a hint of sandalwood. If it was possible, you would bottle his scent and use it as your own personal drug. Combined with his taste, this is heaven.

“I don’t- I- ahmmmm”, Yoongi puts his tied-up hands against his forehead, eyes squeezing shut. His stomach is tensing, warmth spreads from his hole. You are grinding the flat of your tongue against it, nose stimulating his balls. Two of his most sensitive spots are getting attention. And, fuck, it feels good.

His legs are restless. It’s cute because it’s only really been a minute. Greedy, you drag your tongue from his hole over his rim until you land on his balls. They are soft and tense under your licks. You massage the spot next to them with your thumbs, increasing the pleasure and his restlessness.

“So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect”, you praise, sucking the incredibly tender area between your lips. You suck and suck and suck until Yoongi cannot help but mewl. Only then, do you release him, repeating the gentle torture on the other side.

“Please”, he croaks, hands falling to your head again. 

“Do you want to stop?” You are taunting him. 

“No. Suck my cock, please.”

“Mhhmm my love”, you purr, nuzzling your nose against his balls and kissing them hungrily, “hearing something like this from you feels like ecstasy. Mhhhm.”

Entirely blissed out and droopy, you kiss your way up to his tip, loving and adoring every inch of his shaft. You hold him in your right hand, using your left to massage his balls.

“I missed your cock.” You kiss his frenulum. “Missed him so much.” You kiss his tip. “Next time, don’t wait two months”, you finally sink him between your lips. 

Yoongi releases all of the built-up tension in a shudder and throaty moan, hands slipping from your head to lie on his stomach, twitching and tensing. So warm. So fucking warm. He forgot how warm your mouth is. It’s like he has never been inside your mouth before and experiences actual heaven for the very first time.

Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips are applying gentle pressure, your teeth grace him every now and then which Yoongi absolutely loves. Everything about this is perfect. Why did he deny himself for two months? Why did he do that?

You slip off him, against his wish, littering his wet tip with kisses and kitten licks. The stimulation like this is precise and more intense. It’s like you are tracing him with your fingertips, pleasuring his most sensitive spots. Yoongi squeezes your head with his legs, exhaling shakily when you part them again.

Your chuckle tickles him, your lips touch him when you speak.

“You taste so good. Fuck, my love”, you purr, lapping up his pleasure which he just cannot stop leaking. You squeeze him right under his tip, which only makes him leak more.

This is so amazing. Yoongi throws his hands over his eyes only to remember they are tied up. So he lets his right arm plop over his eyes, which doesn’t really work and he ends up with only one eye covered and his hands hitting the headboard. 

“You okay?”

“Hit my hands. It’s fine.”

“Do you want to be free?”

“No. Please suck my cock, please.”

“I fucking love this side of you, my prince”, you growl, fulfilling his wish gladly. You take his cock back inside and relax your jaw so you can bop your head up and down safely. 

“Fuck. ___, ah aha a-ah”, Yoongi moans and gasps sharply, gripping the edge of the headboard. 

The view is sex in itself. Yoongi’s dark hair is messy covering his eyes, his cheeks are flushed and whenever he takes a deep breath his abs come out and tense. Fuck, his arms are flexing so much in this position and to make it even better, every now and then he nuzzles his face against his right arm to suck on his own skin.

You swear that you tear up at the view. Or maybe it’s because his dick keeps hitting the back of your throat. It’s intense but once you get cock-hungry, you can’t think of anything other than eating cock as sloppily as possible. You want it deep, moaning around him as you push it just a little deeper each time.

You jerk off what you can’t fit, squeezing his balls. Your throat won’t last long in this rhythm, but this isn’t the point anyway. A mixture of gentle and rough, of slow and fast is what makes this as good as it does. You want him aching for more, only to beg for less once he realises how overwhelming More actually is. 

Spit runs down his veiny shaft and makes jerking him off easy. Your lips hit your fingers every now and then, his taste coats the inside of your mouth. Yoongi’s legs slip from your shoulders but stay open, toes bunching up the sheets underneath them. He bucks his hips against his will, voice pitching as he gets just a little sloppy with it.

You push his hips down, dominating over him even with your differences in strengths. He mewls and purrs, writhing on the sheets and biting his own arm. His brows are furrowed, his nose is scrunched. Not getting to fuck your face is edging him. He wouldn’t verbalise it, but his body is talking to you.

You make it up for him by slipping your right thumb to his rim to massage it. You slow down with your mouth, now focusing on sucking rather than throat-fucking.

It elicits all new kinds of noises from him like whined mewls and sharp inhales through his teeth, followed by shaky exhales. Yoongi rolls his head to the other side, sucking and licking his own arm just to make it easier to bear.

Not receiving for two months and then getting sucked off like this is unbearably pleasurable.

It’s rhythmic. It’s intense. Your lips move and grind along his shaft. Your tongue is stiff and stimulates his frenulum constantly. And you suck which forms a bubble of warm pressure around his tip, making him want to fucking burst.

Yoongi acts before he can think. In his blissed out, soul-getting-sucked-out-of-his-dick-state, he reaches for your hair and rips the tie in the process. 

His accidental crime is loud, stopping the scene for a moment when you shoot up in shock. Your fingers are frozen on his cock, thumb against his hole unmoving. Yoongi is frozen as well, foggy eyes glued to the tattered remnants of his tie.

“Did you just rip it?”

“I didn’t mean to.”

He is honest. His surprise is genuine. You lessen the tension with a chuckle, sitting up to take his hands and peel off the ruined fabric. You kiss his wrists.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

“No. I didn’t feel it rip. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. That’s hot. Guess you just have to behave on your own from now on.” You meet his eyes. “I wanna put my fingers inside you, so you have to be good.”

He exhales shakily, sinking into a cozy and warm yet incredibly needy state. He feels himself nod his head, excitement growing in his stomach.

“Perfect. Now remember: behave or else.”

“Okay.”

“How long has it been? Two months again?” you ask, preparing your fingers for him with a healthy, perhaps even a little excessive, amount of lube. You don’t want it to hurt.

“I’ve been in a giving mood lately. I can’t help it”, Yoongi is pouting, eyes focused on your hands. They look so sexy when they are wet and messy.

“You’re almost always in a giving mood.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, hey. I’m not attacking you, just teasing because you’re gonna be sensitive.”

“I know.”

“There is nothing wrong with you wanting to give, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“But now that you’re letting me take care of you, are you excited, kitten?” You purr, eye fucking him as you kiss your way down his thigh. You wrap your left hand around his cock again, spreading the lube in up and down motions.

Yoongi feels like puddy when it comes to you. He wants to focus on the thigh kisses, on your handjob, on your fingers massaging his rim but he can’t decide on which thing because everything just feels so good.

“Mhm, my love? Are you excited?”

“Yeah”, he breathes, searching for your hand on his cock. He finds it just in time for your finger to sink into him. The stretch is familiar, making him feel whole and very hot. 

“Fuck”, he groans, squeezing your hand. It doesn’t embarrass him how easy it was for you to breach him, solely because you make it feel so fucking good. “More fingers. More, please.” 

As a matter of fact, he begs for more and when you fulfill his wish by slipping both your middle and ring finger inside, Yoongi swears he sees the creation of the universe for a second. 

He moans loudly, pulling his left leg up and hugging it against his chest. He will never ever wait two months again. Holy fuck, he missed out on so much.

With a thumping heart, you take his cock back into your mouth, only adding to the growing pleasure he experiences. You do not pump your fingers in and out, no, you know exactly where you want them. You flip your hand and curl your fingers, pressing the pads of them against his prostate. His walls clench around you, his cock leaks onto your tongue. He tastes like lube but you will clean him of it thoroughly.

“Holy fuck.”

Yoongi sometimes forgets how easy pleasuring him comes to you until you remind him. 

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”

Your moan tickles his cock. Yoongi doesn’t know whether the pleasure comes from his tip or his prostate. It’s everywhere, spreading down his legs and up his torso. He slams his leg back into the mattress, feeling restless. He has to do something. Maybe grab his own pecs and pinch his nipples. The view of it makes you moan again and forces your fingers to part just slightly so his hole experiences a stretch while you milk him.

“Please don’t stop, please.”

You couldn’t even if you wanted to. Yoongi is your drug. The very thing you currently need to survive. His juices are making your senses hazy and give you an unbearable, insatiable feeling of hunger. His throbbing hole is so eager for your fingers, pulling you in as if he missed you. You need to suck him dry. You need to have all of him.

“You’re making me cum, you’re really making me cum. Really. Is…really…___ you’re making me cum”, he whines, stomach convulsing repeatedly as you send him straight to heaven. 

Denying him comes to your mind for a second, tempting you but you have him riding on such a wave of pleasure right now which will be difficult to replicate it. You would hate to ruin this for him. You are going to keep sucking him, keep jerking him and keep massaging his prostate just so you can torture him afterwards. That’s a good plan. Such a good plan, making you purr around him.

“You have to stop or else I’ll cum in - ah - your mouth”, he warns, tapping your head repeatedly. You give him your answer by leading his hands back to his nipples while you continue to fuck him senseless.

“Really?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Oh.”

Yoongi grows silent, which means this is going to be intense for him. He takes one big breath and holds it, hands stilling on his nipples and stomach curling into itself while his hips slowly move upwards. 

They twitch once when it hits him before his body begins to shake on its own and the breath he held leaves him in ecstatic mewls.

You suck him through it, massaging his throbbing prostate because he deserves to feel eternal. His taste is amazing. You cannot stop gulping him down like a starved animal finally getting food.

Seven times you let him thrust his hips, seven times it takes him to empty everything and then it should stop. 

Should. 

You move your fingers out of their stiff position, pumping them in and out his tight hole. Your grip around his cock is possessive, keeping him right where you need him to be.

You bite his tip, dragging your teeth up on it and applying enough pressure that it hurts.

Yoongi mewls your name, hips fleeing the torture even if there is no escape. You keep fucking his hole, keep biting him and squeezing his overstimulated cock. This is the most amazing torture Yoongi has ever experienced. 

You do that so many times. Soft mouth followed by intense pain as you drag your teeth up his tip. And all of this after the orgasm he just had. 

Yoongi knows that he hasn’t arched his back in a very long time, but fuck, he has to arch it right now. He doesn’t know whether he wants you to stop or to keep going. It hurts, but he loves pain so much which makes it amazing. He feels conflicted and tortured and ecstatic and fucking good. So good.

Pain feels so good when you are its creator.

“I feel dizzy.” 

You do it another time, licking up every single droplet of his sweet, post-orgasmic spill. 

“I-I feel really dizzy.” 

You curl your fingers when you are knuckle deep inside him and you spread them when you pull out. Being stretched from the inside out is a different kind of intense. 

“I can’t see”, he whimpers, feeling like passing out. He hopes that you don’t stop. 

You won’t stop. You know that he still has one more for you. Yoongi is never satisfied with only one. He is a fucking glutton for pleasure once you get him there. 

You know that he still has more to offer, you just need to hit the right spot.

You let go of his shaft and take his balls to squeeze them. 

Yoongi wails and arches his back even harder.

“I’m cumming!”

There he is. That did the trick and fuck, is it messy. You can’t keep everything in your mouth, resulting in his pleasure to spill down his cock and balls. 

You have never heard him say your name as many times in a row as he does right now. It’s like your syllables are his own personal prayer and fuck, does it make you feel good. So fucking good that you feel yourself come undone just by squeezing your thighs together and enjoying his orgasm with him.

Yoongi grows limp after his orgasm, fighting for air he dearly needs. This was it. He is spend (for the next hour at least). And you know that he is, taking care of him with soft licks and kisses. You got him messy and you need to clean him, doing so while you recover from your own high. This was intense. 

You lick his rim as you pull your fingers out. He is clean anyway so you don’t worry. Yoongi purrs, reaching down to stroke the back of your head. You look up. His eyes are still closed and he looks completely wrecked, but fuck, does he seem happy. His body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, the wax once covering is chest is speckled all over it in ruined pieces. 

“Yoongi, my love”, you get out, feeling the incessant need to hold him. You kiss a path up his torso until you reach his lips. You and he lose yourself in slow, exhausted kisses, limbs tangling together and bodies melting with each other. You end up on your sides, having to break the kiss for some air. 

He smiles, rubbing his nose against your face like a cuddly cat.

“I’m happy”, he whispers.

“I’m happy too.”

“Mhm, your breath smells like me.” He snickers and presses his nose into your cheek. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I felt in trance, no joke.” You exhale into your own palm. “Does my breath stink?”

“No. Just smells like my cum. Ah, so embarrassing that you had to swallow”, he whines, covering his eyes, “I’m sorry. I hope it wasn’t too bad for you.”

“Yoongi, what? You taste amazing, are you serious? I loved it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really. I love your taste.”

He snickers again, pulling you closer. He is so cuddly and clingy, which he only gets when you really made his soul leave his body with his orgasm.

“Do you want me to return the favour?” he still can’t help but offer because this is just who he is.

“I actually came with you.”

“Huh? Really?” he gasps, head shooting up to gawk at you.

You snicker, booping his nose, “you’re not the only one who cums from giving head just saying.”

“Oh. Okay.” He blushes and hides away in your chest, nuzzling his face between your breasts.

“You’re adorable”, you say, hugging him with all your limbs around him. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“Good.” He hugs you back. “Me neither.”

“Except for breakfast and for when you open your presents. I hope you’ll like them.”

“I will, my princess.”

“God, Yoongi I can’t believe that today’s your birthday. Mhhm I’m so happy”, you say and squeeze him tightly.

Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, patting your butt. He is happy too. Really fucking happy.

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[dandirecs]

“You’re mean.” 

“I know. It gets your dick hard.”

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[borathae]

Special Day | MYG x f.Reader

“You spend Yoongi’s birthday week at your beach house, hidden away from the rest of the world and in blissful togetherness. On the morning of his birthday, you wake him with chocolate cake and a promise: The best birthday blowjob he will ever receive.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader | story can be read as a stand-alone piece

Genre: established relationship!AU, Slice of Life, Smut

Warnings: they’re so cute and in love, bickering is their love language, they’re both weirdos <3, subby brat!Yoongi, service Dom!Reader, lingerie, bondage with a tie, wax play, some sensory play, a little bit of food play with the cake, painplay, cock & ball torture, happiest masochist!Yoongi, body worship, nipple play, biting & marking, oral sex (m.receiving), blowjob, ball stuff, rimjob, anal fingering feat. prostate milking, cum eating, he definitely gets treated well, post orgasm torture, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), female orgasms as well, did i already say biting?, minimal dirty talk, cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 6.9k | Minors DNI you will be reported & blocked

a/n: Happy Min March to anyone who celebrates 🐱💜 i just love yoongi so much, you besties don't get it he is my boongi :( i hope you can feel the love i have for him through this story <3 have fun my fellow yoonginators and happy birthday to our kitty 🥺🎉 please give this story attention by reblogging & commenting thank you <3

Yoongi shoots up in bed upon being woken up by the sound of a party horn. 

You are sitting on his lap with a cake in your hands and a party hat on your head. The committer of the crime, aka the party horn, is stuck between your teeth as you grin at him.

“What the actual fuck is going on?” Yoongi groans and drops back into the pillow, pressing his hands against his eyes.

You spit the party horn to the side.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.”  

You sing while Yoongi wishes to go up in flames. He lays completely still, letting the moment wash over him. He knows that it is fruitless to stop you. Once you have your mind set on something, it is almost impossible to change it. Yoongi simply has to accept that you are singing a song in his honour. 

“Happy birthday to youuuuu”, you finish, waiting for his reaction expectantly.

“Mhm, beautiful. Totally worth getting woken up for”, he says sarcastically, dropping his hands from his eyes. His gaze is adoring.

“It’s your birthday today.”

“Really? I didn’t figure this out yet.”

“So I woke up really early today and baked you a cake. Blow out the candles before the wax drips.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. You old grumpy pants. Blow them out.”

Yoongi sits up with a defeated sigh, placing his hands on your waist. His touch is gentle and loving. 

He blows on the candles, lifting his eyes once it’s done.

“Did you make a wish?”

“No.”

“Then do it again.” You re-light them. “Make a wish and then blow them out.”

“You’re so demanding, fucking hell.” Yoongi closes his eyes and thinks of what he could wish for. 

What he has with you should last forever, that he can wake up each day knowing he will face it with you, that he will always feel your weight on his lap and that you will never lose your smile. 

Yoongi opens his eyes, meeting your gaze. 

“I wish that you and I will never stop loving each other”, he says and blows out the candles. 

“Yoongi…oh my god, you’re so sweet…”

Yoongi answers you by taking a bite out of the cake. 

“You! Hey, what are you doing?” You squeak, moving it away quickly but too late. A chunk the size of his mouth is missing from the cake. Parts of the chocolate covers his lips. He chews proudly, eyes gleaming.

“You are so annoying.”

“Mhm, this is a good cake. More.”

Yoongi chases the cake with an open mouth. 

“No. You are totally ruining the cake”, you are laughing, fleeing him as best as possible.

“I can do what I want as the birthday boy.”

“Not this. You are being gross. Eek, Yoongi stop! You’re ruining the cake!”

You roll out of bed, running through the bedroom while Yoongi chases you. Laughter is everlasting. He catches up with you, chomping his teeth as he holds you hostage by your waist.

“Wait! Wait don’t! I’ll drop it! I worked really hard on it!” 

Yoongi stops, rubbing your waist. The cake gets put down on the desk.

“You-”

Yoongi twirls you and pushes you against said desk, claiming your lips in a kiss before you can whine. He tastes of chocolate cake, his touch is possessive. No chance to scold him, no more talking. Just kisses. Deep, passionate kisses. The kind only Yoongi can give because once he kisses you, it’s never just half-hearted.

Resisting him is fruitless, giving up is the only way. Somehow you still forget that this man is into you. Really, really into you. And when he shows you, it always ends up surprising you.

His deep purr tickle your lips, his tongue traces them. He feels up your waist and hips, crotch pressed against yours.

If you do not stop this, he might eat you instead of the cake.

“Yoongi.” 

He chases you, eyes half-lidded and gaze obsessed. You stop him with a finger on his lips. Yoongi solves the issue by nibbling on said finger, like a dog getting a bone. It is gentle and cute.

“You ruined the cake.”

“I took a small bite out of it. It’s still fine”, he says and bites your hand.

“Did you wake up a biter today? My hand is not consumable.”

“You’re very consumable, actually.”

You scoff in amusement, “really?”

He smiles and nods his head, making you roll your eyes at him which only increases his smile. He lifts you up under your ass, carrying you back to bed.

“You know that you light up my life, don’t you?” he says.

“Oh Yoongi.”

The sun kisses his face, his hair shimmers in shades of dark brown and gold. Like a black cat that seems to glow in the sunlight. He buries you under him, knees on each side of your hips and elbows by your head.

He is not wearing a shirt, skin feeling like heaven under your fingertips. Tracing is body might be one of your favourite things to do. Especially in the morning when he is still toasty from the blanket.

“So you baked a cake this morning”, he talks in a soft voice, resembling a purr. How you love to listen to him.

“Yeah, I got up before sunrise. I was paranoid that you would wake up from the noise the entire time.”

“I didn’t. I slept like a baby.”

“You did. You didn’t notice that I decorated the room?”

“You did?”

Yoongi straightens up, looking around the bedroom while you take the moment to memorise every inch of him. His arms, his chest, his soft tummy and the faint happy trail leading into his briefs. His thighs, his pink knees and his feet tangled in the sheets. His weight on you is familiar, his warmth is raised because of you.

“You decorated”, Yoongi comments, eyes sparkling.

Blue balloons kiss the ceiling and paper garlands decorate the window frames. He looks back at you. Your gaze has softened and yet seems hungrier. 

“You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. I love your birthday.”

“I can see that.”

“Do you like it at least a little?”

Yoongi lowers himself and kisses you. 

“I love it, my princess. Thank you for everything.”

“But that’s not all. I have more planned.”

“Do you now?”

You put your hands on his butt. Yoongi has to smile because of it, but does nothing to stop you. 

“Yeah. You should see the rest of the house and I’ve got presents in the living room.”

He smiles against your cheek, kissing it repeatedly.

“Do you?”

“Yeah. And I thought we could spend the day listening to music and cooking together. I found a few recipes we’ve never tried, we can try them together.”

His favourite activities. Yoongi feels so good.

“I’d love that.”

“And before you leave bed, I wanna give you a birthday blowjob.”

“Huh?”  He shoots up, eyes widened. You seem confident. “What?”

“Birthday blowie. You know, you relax and I go like this on your dick”, you say, making very explicit slurping noises. 

“Okay, okay stop. I know what a blowjob is”, he stops you, pressing his hand to your mouth.

You wrestle his hand away, holding it instead. You make more noises.

“Stop”, Yoongi whines, covering your mouth with his other hand. Which you obviously tug away again.

“Just in case you didn’t know”, you state.

“Funny.”

“You deserve it, my love.”

“If you think so”, he murmurs, suddenly flustered and totally shy. 

You sit up, touching his waist. 

“What do you think of my plans?”

“They’re alright.”

“Really? Only alright?”

He rubs his neck shyly. “They sound good.”

“Yeah? Everything?”

He blushes, looking to the side. “I guess.”

“So you’d let me blow you?”

He nods his head.

“Perfect. Then get off me.”

“Wait. We’re doing it now?”

“Yes. No time wasted, baby. Let’s get this cock sucked and those balls gargled”, you say in a fake accent, rubbing your hands together.

“You are not making me excited for it when you talk like this”, he murmurs, climbing off your lap with a pout. He lies down. 

You snicker, “I know you want it cowboy. Let me be your throat goat.”

Yoongi sits up again, “actually I changed my mind. Why are you talking like this?”

“Okay, okay I’m stopping. Sorry”, you laugh, climbing his lap. 

“Tch, you suck at dirty talk.”

“This wasn’t dirty talk. I tried to relax you by being a weirdo.”

“You weirdo did the opposite, I’m tense.”

One must know that you and Yoongi share a kind of humour some people might consider as rude. It is because you know each other so well that you can walk the fine line between rude and funny. The current conversation is light-hearted, even if some people would not see it as such.

You take off your birthday hat and put it on him instead. He lets you, thinking to himself that you are beautiful in the sunlight. 

“My birthday boy should wear the proper attire.”

“It’s pinching my chin.”

You fix the rubber strap, letting it snap him when you let go.

“Hey”, he whines.

“Does it still pinch?” you snicker.

“You’re in a jokester mood today, aren’t you?”

“Maybe. I love your birthday.”

“I’m starting to see that.” 

You climb off his lap and the bed. Yoongi rolls to his side, propping his elbow up and resting his head against his hand. This is nice to him, being so intimate and comfortable with you is nice.

You open the black morning rope you are wearing and let the it fall to the floor, holding your breath in anticipation.

The sunlight illuminates you from behind, warming your skin but nothing makes you burn up more than the way Yoongi looks at you. You are wearing one of his favourite sets of lingerie. Black hand-woven lace with a real ruby on the front of your bra. Real silver frames it and matching stocking halters with black stockings complete the look. Yoongi gave it to you as a present “because he felt like it” and he refuses to tell you how much he paid for it.

“I bought this for you”, he says, gaze hungry.

“You did.”

“You wore this before. Milan, then Paris again. One time in summer as well, it was sunny that day.”

“You remember?”

“I remember everything, my love. Come here, let me hold your hand.” He reaches out to you. 

You take it, heart racing when he kisses your knuckles. His lips are incredibly soft.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t make me say talking like this.”

He hums, “mhm, sorry. You’re right. Mhm, princess”, he kisses your wrist then looks up at you, “let me look at you closer, come here.”

You climb his lap again. Yoongi keeps you from sitting down with his hands on your hips, using the position to litter your stomach and chest with kisses. He outlines the edges of your lingerie with his fingers, eliciting goosebumps on your skin. It feels so good to be touched by him.

“I love this set on you. Fuck, you’re making it look amazing.”

He travels his hands along your sides, following the movements of your body as you sit down on him. They stop on your upper back, fingertips drawing mindless circles. His eyes spill over with adoration.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved”, he whispers.

“This is your first present.” 

“I love it”, he says, smiling at you.

You giggle, stubbing his nose with yours. Yoongi purrs, kissing it. This is going down as his favourite birthday. It cannot get any better than this.

You suddenly put your hands on his chest and push. Yoongi falls with a chuckle, eyes gleaming hungrily when you pin his wrists into the pillow. Perhaps this day is getting even better.

“Now it’s time for your second present.”

“What’s my second present?”

“The blowjob.”

“Oh, so that’s a present too?”

“Obviously.”

“Then do your worst. Let’s see if you can get me hard.”

“You’re joking right?”

He smirks. 

“Oh I see. You’re being a brat.”

“Never.”

You laugh and tug the birthday hat down over his eyes. Yoongi laughs, wriggling his wrists free to fix it but you push them back down. 

“Leave it.”

“I can’t see.”

“I know. You already saw me.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“Yeah, it was.”

He laughs, writhing under you. This kind of bickering makes his stomach flutter.

“Now stay.”

“Mhm.”

You leave his lap and roll out of bed. Yoongi enjoys the moment, listening to your steps and your busy shuffling. You return soon, climbing his lap and kissing his chest. Yoongi arches into it, purring in contentment. He likes being touched by you.

“I’m back.”

“You are.”

“I think you’re wearing too much.”

“Take it off then”, he allows you, having his eyes closed even with the hat darkening his vision. It just feels better like this.

With his consent, you wrestle his briefs off and throw them on the floor. Your hands feel up his legs, eyes focused on his dick. So tempting and sexy. You cannot wait to taste him.

“You already have a semi, just saying”, you say, kneading his thighs.

“Your eyes aren’t working right.”

You snicker, “you’re such a bad liar.”

“Mhhm.” 

“This is gonna be easier than I thought.”

“You wish.”

Yoongi has to be the most adorable brat ever. He loves to pretend as if he wasn’t easy to turn on when in reality he gets hard so easily, and he knows that he does. It still doesn’t stop him from lying. It’s adorable because even with the most raging hard-on, he will still insist that he is not hard.

You kiss his neck. Right on his favourite spot, listening to the blissed sigh he lets out against his will. One kiss. Two. Three. You tug on his earlobe and whisper sweet words against his ear.

“You’re an adorable brat.”

“If you say so.”

“Mhm, I do.” You kiss his cheek, then straighten up. “Can I tell you what I have planned for you?”

“Not today. Just surprise me. I trust you.”

Hearing something like this from Yoongi is a huge deal. He loves discussing the sex before it happens, so having him give up control to such an extent – blindfolded on top of it – just shows how safe he feels with you. 

“Alright, then I’ll surprise you. Your safeword is snowdrop. Like always.”

“I won’t need it.” 

“You are a sweet talker and a sweet talker should get some cake”, you say, stubbing his nose.

“Okay”, Yoongi says and opens his mouth, ready and willing. Again, he is so adorable.

You use a fork to feed him, eating a bite yourself afterwards. He chews, humming in contentment. With his vision denied and his other senses heightened, the cake tastes even sweeter. He can really taste how much effort and love you put into it, cherishing every single second.

“More?”

“Yeah.” 

The second bite is just as delicious. You adore his sense of touch right with it as you dance your fingertips along his chest. Goosebumps cover his skin, his nipples flush and harden. You don’t touch them just yet, working up anticipation.

“Another?”

“Yeah.”

You set the fork on the bedside table next to the cake after feeding him and pick up two of the candles. You light them, letting them melt over his chest while he is still busy with chewing. 

The first droplet of hot wax drips on his skin, forcing him to flinch and grunt. The second candle follows, eliciting another flinch from him. He gulps the cake down, gasping for air.

“What was that?”

“Candles.”

“It’s-” Two droplets hit his skin, sending shivers through his body. “Fuck, it’s hot.”

“Too hot?”

“No, keep going.”

“I will.”

The candles aren’t the biggest and the wax is probably not the hottest, but the sensation is still intense. Because you are using two candles, they melt at different times and therefore drip on him differently as well. He cannot figure out a pattern, anticipating each new sting with a fluttering tummy.

You concentrate your attention on his chest for now, painting circles around his nipples. You can count four droplets by now, the fifth hits his skin right this instant. Yoongi purrs, fingers twitching on the pillow. 

Pink and blue. You did not choose these candles specifically but it looks pretty now that you are thinking about it. Blue because it is his favourite colour, it covers his right pec. Pink because everything feels pink and pretty when you are together, it covers his left pec. You let the candles meet in the middle, covering his sternum with a bigger spot of wax. 

“Ahm…”

Having Yoongi make sounds is a big deal. He is very silent when he receives, so getting him to be vocal means he is genuinely enjoying this a lot. Of course he does, he is a masochist at heart.

Perhaps it is time for his nipples. First his right, then his left. 

“Fuck, a-ah”, Yoongi tenses his thighs, hands closing to fists.

“Intense?”

“Yeah. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

“You’ve got the prettiest nipples”, you say, placing the candles aside for now so you can massage them while the wax is still warm. The pain should turn from stinging to pleasurable. 

The touch goes straight to his cock, leaving warmth in his tummy and tingles in his legs. Yoongi has to touch you, purring your name as he does. His hands run along your arms, rubbing them up and down. Every now and then, they stop and squeeze. 

Yoongi communicates through touch and right now he is telling you that you feel like fucking heaven. Your stomach tingles like crazy, knowing you can make him feel good.

You kiss his collarbones, then his neck, fingers still working his nipples. A bite seals the deal. Yoongi loves getting bitten. It might very well be his kryptonite. 

He curses, hugging you so he can pull himself closer. You dig your teeth deeper, increasing the pain and therefore his bliss.

“Princess”, he sighs, sucking on your shoulder. It’s wet and needy. You release his neck, the relief of it is warm and tingly. Yoongi cradles the back of your head, trailing sloppy kisses from your shoulder to your lips.

Denying him feels cruel but necessary. The party hat is on his forehead. Funny, but not where it is supposed to be. You take it off, kissing him afterwards now that you have space. Yoongi purrs, sinking back into the pillow. His neck pulsates and hurts where you bit him, his nipples are burning and his chest is still sensitive. 

It cannot get any better than this and still, you make it even better by dragging your nails down his skin. Dull pain joins the mix. Yoongi thrusts against nothing.

“More”, he begs, breaking the kiss just to mouth at your chin and jaw.

“So about you not getting hard easily?”

“I never said that.”

“You are such a liar, oh my god”, you laugh, smooching him once before you sit up, trailing your gaze down his body. He is blushing all over, tummy heaving up and down quickly and flushed cock standing ready against his dark pubes. How pretty. 

You search for his eyes, meeting them. His gaze is confident and anticipating. He is feeling himself. It turns you on so much.

“I wanna make you feel so good. Fuck, Yoongi”, you get out and bury your face in his thighs. You leave open-mouthed kisses on his skin, following them up with hickeys and rough bites. 

Yoongi is gasping for air, legs parting on their own as you mark them. He swears that they are currently rubber. His thighs are so sensitive and you are biting them. This is insane.

“___”, he croaks, reaching down to touch his cock. It hurts too much not to.

“Ah!” You slap his hand away. “What are you doing?”

“Is not cool, let me touch”, he mumbles, pouting. He reaches for himself again only to be stopped by you gripping his wrists and pinning them by his head. You are towering over him, taking up his entire vision and his heart in the process. He hates that you are just hovering over his cock, wishing for nothing more than your weight on it.

“No touching”, you scold him. 

He wiggles, chest tingling when you apply more strength to keep him down. His bratty heart is so happy with you.

“Do I have to tie you up? Mhm?”

“You don’t have it in you.”

You scoff, eyes widening in shock. “I see.” You tongue your cheek, gaze darkening. Yoongi feels butterflies in his tummy because of it.

You let go of his wrists and climb out of bed, scurrying to the dresser for one of his ties. 

You and Yoongi keep some clothes at the beach house. Formal attire is part of said emergency wardrobe and Yoongi’s black tie has definitely come in handy many times. Mostly during sex though.

You climb his lap with the tie between your teeth so you have both hands for grabbing his wrists. Yoongi is mesmerised, letting you work his arms into position while he stares at your breasts. He feels no remorse for his gawking, thinking about all the ways he will make you feel good later. He will definitely fuck you against the kitchen counter. This lingerie set is doing it to him so bad.

You fold his hands so they are interlocked then take the tie out of your mouth to use it. Three wrap-arounds and a tight knot. Yoongi hisses, squeezing his own hands. You are definitely making him feel it. The pressure around his wrists is intense.

“Stop whining.”

“You’re being rough.”

“Obviously. You like it.”

He has nothing witty to say to that so he simply purrs and eye fucks you passionately. 

“So. This should prevent you from acting up” you say and tug his tied up hands into his vision. Yoongi opens his folded hands, wiggling his fingers. 

“You’re mean.” 

“I know. It gets your dick hard.”

He chuckles, following it up with a groan when you drop his hands on his chest. Not too high but the impact still lingers for a second before you replace it with new sensations. Licks and bites down his tummy, closer and closer to his aching cock.

Almost there. He can practically feel your lips on him. Almost. Yes. Now. 

You swerve past his cock, sucking on his right thigh instead. Yoongi hurts. The last time he got head was two months ago. It wasn’t your doing, but simply Yoongi’s own fault. He never asks for it and when you insinuated, he mostly stirred the scene into him giving pleasure instead.

It’s been so long and being denied right now, shows him how fucking needy this can actually get a person. He wants to reach down there and touch himself.

“Is somebody impatient?” you ask in a fond chuckle and Yoongi has to realise that he did indeed reach down there, fingers buried in your hair.

“It’s been two months.”

“And whose fault was that?”

Yoongi pouts. You laugh and kiss his thigh, before parting his legs. Yoongi lets you, just as he lets you put them over your shoulders and hold them tight. The path you kiss down his left thighs feels endless to him and soon takes on a turn he did not expect. Past his cock, just brushing his balls and settling on his rim. You lift his hips a little, forcing him to lose his footing with the mattress. His toes curl as his feet fling into the air, a throaty moan slips past his lips.

You purr, nose buried in his balls and tongue outlining his hole. He smells so good. Clean, masculine and with a hint of sandalwood. If it was possible, you would bottle his scent and use it as your own personal drug. Combined with his taste, this is heaven.

“I don’t- I- ahmmmm”, Yoongi puts his tied-up hands against his forehead, eyes squeezing shut. His stomach is tensing, warmth spreads from his hole. You are grinding the flat of your tongue against it, nose stimulating his balls. Two of his most sensitive spots are getting attention. And, fuck, it feels good.

His legs are restless. It’s cute because it’s only really been a minute. Greedy, you drag your tongue from his hole over his rim until you land on his balls. They are soft and tense under your licks. You massage the spot next to them with your thumbs, increasing the pleasure and his restlessness.

“So perfect. Every inch of you is perfect”, you praise, sucking the incredibly tender area between your lips. You suck and suck and suck until Yoongi cannot help but mewl. Only then, do you release him, repeating the gentle torture on the other side.

“Please”, he croaks, hands falling to your head again. 

“Do you want to stop?” You are taunting him. 

“No. Suck my cock, please.”

“Mhhmm my love”, you purr, nuzzling your nose against his balls and kissing them hungrily, “hearing something like this from you feels like ecstasy. Mhhhm.”

Entirely blissed out and droopy, you kiss your way up to his tip, loving and adoring every inch of his shaft. You hold him in your right hand, using your left to massage his balls.

“I missed your cock.” You kiss his frenulum. “Missed him so much.” You kiss his tip. “Next time, don’t wait two months”, you finally sink him between your lips. 

Yoongi releases all of the built-up tension in a shudder and throaty moan, hands slipping from your head to lie on his stomach, twitching and tensing. So warm. So fucking warm. He forgot how warm your mouth is. It’s like he has never been inside your mouth before and experiences actual heaven for the very first time.

Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips are applying gentle pressure, your teeth grace him every now and then which Yoongi absolutely loves. Everything about this is perfect. Why did he deny himself for two months? Why did he do that?

You slip off him, against his wish, littering his wet tip with kisses and kitten licks. The stimulation like this is precise and more intense. It’s like you are tracing him with your fingertips, pleasuring his most sensitive spots. Yoongi squeezes your head with his legs, exhaling shakily when you part them again.

Your chuckle tickles him, your lips touch him when you speak.

“You taste so good. Fuck, my love”, you purr, lapping up his pleasure which he just cannot stop leaking. You squeeze him right under his tip, which only makes him leak more.

This is so amazing. Yoongi throws his hands over his eyes only to remember they are tied up. So he lets his right arm plop over his eyes, which doesn’t really work and he ends up with only one eye covered and his hands hitting the headboard. 

“You okay?”

“Hit my hands. It’s fine.”

“Do you want to be free?”

“No. Please suck my cock, please.”

“I fucking love this side of you, my prince”, you growl, fulfilling his wish gladly. You take his cock back inside and relax your jaw so you can bop your head up and down safely. 

“Fuck. ___, ah aha a-ah”, Yoongi moans and gasps sharply, gripping the edge of the headboard. 

The view is sex in itself. Yoongi’s dark hair is messy covering his eyes, his cheeks are flushed and whenever he takes a deep breath his abs come out and tense. Fuck, his arms are flexing so much in this position and to make it even better, every now and then he nuzzles his face against his right arm to suck on his own skin.

You swear that you tear up at the view. Or maybe it’s because his dick keeps hitting the back of your throat. It’s intense but once you get cock-hungry, you can’t think of anything other than eating cock as sloppily as possible. You want it deep, moaning around him as you push it just a little deeper each time.

You jerk off what you can’t fit, squeezing his balls. Your throat won’t last long in this rhythm, but this isn’t the point anyway. A mixture of gentle and rough, of slow and fast is what makes this as good as it does. You want him aching for more, only to beg for less once he realises how overwhelming More actually is. 

Spit runs down his veiny shaft and makes jerking him off easy. Your lips hit your fingers every now and then, his taste coats the inside of your mouth. Yoongi’s legs slip from your shoulders but stay open, toes bunching up the sheets underneath them. He bucks his hips against his will, voice pitching as he gets just a little sloppy with it.

You push his hips down, dominating over him even with your differences in strengths. He mewls and purrs, writhing on the sheets and biting his own arm. His brows are furrowed, his nose is scrunched. Not getting to fuck your face is edging him. He wouldn’t verbalise it, but his body is talking to you.

You make it up for him by slipping your right thumb to his rim to massage it. You slow down with your mouth, now focusing on sucking rather than throat-fucking.

It elicits all new kinds of noises from him like whined mewls and sharp inhales through his teeth, followed by shaky exhales. Yoongi rolls his head to the other side, sucking and licking his own arm just to make it easier to bear.

Not receiving for two months and then getting sucked off like this is unbearably pleasurable.

It’s rhythmic. It’s intense. Your lips move and grind along his shaft. Your tongue is stiff and stimulates his frenulum constantly. And you suck which forms a bubble of warm pressure around his tip, making him want to fucking burst.

Yoongi acts before he can think. In his blissed out, soul-getting-sucked-out-of-his-dick-state, he reaches for your hair and rips the tie in the process. 

His accidental crime is loud, stopping the scene for a moment when you shoot up in shock. Your fingers are frozen on his cock, thumb against his hole unmoving. Yoongi is frozen as well, foggy eyes glued to the tattered remnants of his tie.

“Did you just rip it?”

“I didn’t mean to.”

He is honest. His surprise is genuine. You lessen the tension with a chuckle, sitting up to take his hands and peel off the ruined fabric. You kiss his wrists.

“Did you hurt yourself?”

“No. I didn’t feel it rip. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. That’s hot. Guess you just have to behave on your own from now on.” You meet his eyes. “I wanna put my fingers inside you, so you have to be good.”

He exhales shakily, sinking into a cozy and warm yet incredibly needy state. He feels himself nod his head, excitement growing in his stomach.

“Perfect. Now remember: behave or else.”

“Okay.”

“How long has it been? Two months again?” you ask, preparing your fingers for him with a healthy, perhaps even a little excessive, amount of lube. You don’t want it to hurt.

“I’ve been in a giving mood lately. I can’t help it”, Yoongi is pouting, eyes focused on your hands. They look so sexy when they are wet and messy.

“You’re almost always in a giving mood.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, hey. I’m not attacking you, just teasing because you’re gonna be sensitive.”

“I know.”

“There is nothing wrong with you wanting to give, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“But now that you’re letting me take care of you, are you excited, kitten?” You purr, eye fucking him as you kiss your way down his thigh. You wrap your left hand around his cock again, spreading the lube in up and down motions.

Yoongi feels like puddy when it comes to you. He wants to focus on the thigh kisses, on your handjob, on your fingers massaging his rim but he can’t decide on which thing because everything just feels so good.

“Mhm, my love? Are you excited?”

“Yeah”, he breathes, searching for your hand on his cock. He finds it just in time for your finger to sink into him. The stretch is familiar, making him feel whole and very hot. 

“Fuck”, he groans, squeezing your hand. It doesn’t embarrass him how easy it was for you to breach him, solely because you make it feel so fucking good. “More fingers. More, please.” 

As a matter of fact, he begs for more and when you fulfill his wish by slipping both your middle and ring finger inside, Yoongi swears he sees the creation of the universe for a second. 

He moans loudly, pulling his left leg up and hugging it against his chest. He will never ever wait two months again. Holy fuck, he missed out on so much.

With a thumping heart, you take his cock back into your mouth, only adding to the growing pleasure he experiences. You do not pump your fingers in and out, no, you know exactly where you want them. You flip your hand and curl your fingers, pressing the pads of them against his prostate. His walls clench around you, his cock leaks onto your tongue. He tastes like lube but you will clean him of it thoroughly.

“Holy fuck.”

Yoongi sometimes forgets how easy pleasuring him comes to you until you remind him. 

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.”

Your moan tickles his cock. Yoongi doesn’t know whether the pleasure comes from his tip or his prostate. It’s everywhere, spreading down his legs and up his torso. He slams his leg back into the mattress, feeling restless. He has to do something. Maybe grab his own pecs and pinch his nipples. The view of it makes you moan again and forces your fingers to part just slightly so his hole experiences a stretch while you milk him.

“Please don’t stop, please.”

You couldn’t even if you wanted to. Yoongi is your drug. The very thing you currently need to survive. His juices are making your senses hazy and give you an unbearable, insatiable feeling of hunger. His throbbing hole is so eager for your fingers, pulling you in as if he missed you. You need to suck him dry. You need to have all of him.

“You’re making me cum, you’re really making me cum. Really. Is…really…___ you’re making me cum”, he whines, stomach convulsing repeatedly as you send him straight to heaven. 

Denying him comes to your mind for a second, tempting you but you have him riding on such a wave of pleasure right now which will be difficult to replicate it. You would hate to ruin this for him. You are going to keep sucking him, keep jerking him and keep massaging his prostate just so you can torture him afterwards. That’s a good plan. Such a good plan, making you purr around him.

“You have to stop or else I’ll cum in - ah - your mouth”, he warns, tapping your head repeatedly. You give him your answer by leading his hands back to his nipples while you continue to fuck him senseless.

“Really?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Oh.”

Yoongi grows silent, which means this is going to be intense for him. He takes one big breath and holds it, hands stilling on his nipples and stomach curling into itself while his hips slowly move upwards. 

They twitch once when it hits him before his body begins to shake on its own and the breath he held leaves him in ecstatic mewls.

You suck him through it, massaging his throbbing prostate because he deserves to feel eternal. His taste is amazing. You cannot stop gulping him down like a starved animal finally getting food.

Seven times you let him thrust his hips, seven times it takes him to empty everything and then it should stop. 

Should. 

You move your fingers out of their stiff position, pumping them in and out his tight hole. Your grip around his cock is possessive, keeping him right where you need him to be.

You bite his tip, dragging your teeth up on it and applying enough pressure that it hurts.

Yoongi mewls your name, hips fleeing the torture even if there is no escape. You keep fucking his hole, keep biting him and squeezing his overstimulated cock. This is the most amazing torture Yoongi has ever experienced. 

You do that so many times. Soft mouth followed by intense pain as you drag your teeth up his tip. And all of this after the orgasm he just had. 

Yoongi knows that he hasn’t arched his back in a very long time, but fuck, he has to arch it right now. He doesn’t know whether he wants you to stop or to keep going. It hurts, but he loves pain so much which makes it amazing. He feels conflicted and tortured and ecstatic and fucking good. So good.

Pain feels so good when you are its creator.

“I feel dizzy.” 

You do it another time, licking up every single droplet of his sweet, post-orgasmic spill. 

“I-I feel really dizzy.” 

You curl your fingers when you are knuckle deep inside him and you spread them when you pull out. Being stretched from the inside out is a different kind of intense. 

“I can’t see”, he whimpers, feeling like passing out. He hopes that you don’t stop. 

You won’t stop. You know that he still has one more for you. Yoongi is never satisfied with only one. He is a fucking glutton for pleasure once you get him there. 

You know that he still has more to offer, you just need to hit the right spot.

You let go of his shaft and take his balls to squeeze them. 

Yoongi wails and arches his back even harder.

“I’m cumming!”

There he is. That did the trick and fuck, is it messy. You can’t keep everything in your mouth, resulting in his pleasure to spill down his cock and balls. 

You have never heard him say your name as many times in a row as he does right now. It’s like your syllables are his own personal prayer and fuck, does it make you feel good. So fucking good that you feel yourself come undone just by squeezing your thighs together and enjoying his orgasm with him.

Yoongi grows limp after his orgasm, fighting for air he dearly needs. This was it. He is spend (for the next hour at least). And you know that he is, taking care of him with soft licks and kisses. You got him messy and you need to clean him, doing so while you recover from your own high. This was intense. 

You lick his rim as you pull your fingers out. He is clean anyway so you don’t worry. Yoongi purrs, reaching down to stroke the back of your head. You look up. His eyes are still closed and he looks completely wrecked, but fuck, does he seem happy. His body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, the wax once covering is chest is speckled all over it in ruined pieces. 

“Yoongi, my love”, you get out, feeling the incessant need to hold him. You kiss a path up his torso until you reach his lips. You and he lose yourself in slow, exhausted kisses, limbs tangling together and bodies melting with each other. You end up on your sides, having to break the kiss for some air. 

He smiles, rubbing his nose against your face like a cuddly cat.

“I’m happy”, he whispers.

“I’m happy too.”

“Mhm, your breath smells like me.” He snickers and presses his nose into your cheek. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I felt in trance, no joke.” You exhale into your own palm. “Does my breath stink?”

“No. Just smells like my cum. Ah, so embarrassing that you had to swallow”, he whines, covering his eyes, “I’m sorry. I hope it wasn’t too bad for you.”

“Yoongi, what? You taste amazing, are you serious? I loved it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really. I love your taste.”

He snickers again, pulling you closer. He is so cuddly and clingy, which he only gets when you really made his soul leave his body with his orgasm.

“Do you want me to return the favour?” he still can’t help but offer because this is just who he is.

“I actually came with you.”

“Huh? Really?” he gasps, head shooting up to gawk at you.

You snicker, booping his nose, “you’re not the only one who cums from giving head just saying.”

“Oh. Okay.” He blushes and hides away in your chest, nuzzling his face between your breasts.

“You’re adorable”, you say, hugging him with all your limbs around him. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“Good.” He hugs you back. “Me neither.”

“Except for breakfast and for when you open your presents. I hope you’ll like them.”

“I will, my princess.”

“God, Yoongi I can’t believe that today’s your birthday. Mhhm I’m so happy”, you say and squeeze him tightly.

Yoongi can’t help but chuckle, patting your butt. He is happy too. Really fucking happy.

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[dandirecs]

“You’re mean.” 

“I know. It gets your dick hard.”

hddjsks help

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 10 - Car Sex]

Pairing: Brat Switch!Taehyung x Dom Switch!Reader

Kinks: car sex, public(ish) sex, angry sex (they fight and then fuck, you get me?), Sadism & Masochism, hair pulling, biting, dirty talk, protected vaginal penetrative sex, cuddles for aftercare

Wordcount: 3.5k

a/n: all you besties wanted was brat!tae hahaha and i am here to deliver because brat!tae can be something so beautiful. enjoy, this is very horny 💙

The door to the restaurant slams closed, leaving the guests inside shocked to their core. Their eyes are focused on the couple currently fighting outside, whispered conversations about what they could possibly fight about fill the room. 

You don’t notice the stares, way too busy hurrying after Taehyung after he stormed out of the restaurant in big steps.

“So now we’re slamming doors in public?” you bark at him.

Taehyung whips around, “it slipped outta my hand”, he snarls. 

“Yeah sure, like how our trip just so happens to have slipped outta your mind, yeah?” 

“Oh my god, I told you. I mixed up the weekends.”

“You know what? You and your stupid excuses annoy the fuck outta me”, you spit, bumping shoulders with him as you stomp away to your car. 

“What do you want from me?” Taehyung runs after you, trying to touch your arm but you flinch away. 

“Don’t touch me”, you snarl, sending him the iciest look ever. 

But Taehyung doesn’t want to back down. He is stubborn himself and terribly pissed that you called him a bad boyfriend in front of the entire restaurant. 

“What do you want from me?” he growls, “I told you that I mixed them up, didn’t I? You know how I am, I’m always mixing up all my dates, you know that.”

“I’ve been planning this shit since March, Taehyung. March.”

“Yeah and I’m still planning to go! Fuck’s sake, I’m trying to tell you that Imma tell Jimin we have to move the trip back by a week! Why aren’t you listening to me?!” he dares to raise his voice just slightly, regretting it the instant your eyes lower in disappointment. 

You take a step back and turn around wordlessly. 

“Babe, I didn’t mean it. Hey, come back”, he says, running after you.

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[dandirecs]

I love it so much when tae is a lil brat it makes me FERAL

[borathae]

I have more Sibiuuuu 😚😚 (I'm bored in class. Can you tell? 🤣🤣🤣) Bangtan's reaction to their girlfriend wearing their hoodie or shirt? I feel like Jungkook would be so into this idea 😭

Awwww yes I love it omfg 😭 as a tiny bean, this thought keeps me going omfg 😭😭

Namjoon

smiley, smiley, smiley.

thinks that you are so cute <3

constantly tells you how cute you are. Like. Constantly.

definitely takes a pic and giggles to himself

wow, this man is smitten

Seokjin

he'd love it

but also he is a lil shit so he would try to fight you for it

lovingly of course 'cause he is a gentleman

you'll end up with like one of his arms sharing the armhole with your arm or something dorky like that

would lay out another hoodie the next morning in hopes you take it

Yoongi

would wordlessly give it to you if you’re cold

would also let you have it in the house if you’re chilly

what's his is yours, you can just take it from the closet if you want

would never complain if you’re wearing a hoodie he planned on wearing, he'd just choose another one

he takes pics of you though without you noticing because he loves when you wear his stuff <3

Hoseok

"Is this my shirt? No keep it on, it’s cute."

is obsessed with you

so many pictures and videos

probably has a folder titled "my hoodie thief <3" solely dedicated to pics of you in his clothes

loses it if you’re wearing one of his shirts to sleep

Jimin

cuddlebug mode activated

wow he just want to hold you

"You are made for this hoodie, baby."

"You are so cute and adorable and pretty. I can’t let you go."

Jimin is entirely yours and he will tell you how pretty you are a billion times

Taehyung

lowkey gets horny from it :-

but also, he buys two of the same hoodies so you can match

if you’re cold, he would wrap you up and tell you to keep it for as long as you want

wants to hold your hand and just be a lot closer to you

would ask for it back though abahahah

Jungkook

buys hoodies in hopes that you steal them

refuses to wash the ones you give back before your smell fades, only washes them afterwards

wraps you up in his hoodie before you can even mutter that you’re cold because he is attentive

boy is a goner when you’re wearing his shirt to sleep

has you in his shirt as his home screen and smiles when he looks at it <3

[borathae]

“You’ve been trying to tell Hoseok that you have a thing for calling him the d-word in the bedroom for so long, but never really figured out how to start such a conversation. Why not take matters into your own hands and blurt it out when he is ballsdeep inside of you?”

~ Requested by one lovely anon ~

Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU

Warnings: soft dom!Hoseok, subbish!Reader, daddy kink, he calles her babygirl, body worshipping (m.receiving), hickeys, mutual striptease, mutual masturbation, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, some spanking too, a creampie, they’re in love and horny, also blonde!Hoseok because that deserves a warning 

Wordcount: 4.6k

a/n: I had a dream about Hoseok’s abs last night and finally found my inspiration to finish this fic lmao. Also the daddy kink is so not all at in my comfort zone, let alone anywhere close to my list of kinks, but I still tried to do my best. I really hope you enjoy it! 💜

You close the front door, ridding yourself of your coat and shoes afterwards. They had been painfully pressing on your feet for the last few hours. You’re glad to finally be able to slip out of them.

“Babe, I’m home!“ 

You are greeted by silence, nothing new to you. Hoseok is far too busy with practice these days, coming home to an empty apartment became a regular thing to you.  

It’s fine with you. It gives you a chance to relax and you dearly need that tonight.

You get a snack from the fridge before sitting down on the couch in the open living room. You turn on your current favourite murder mystery and relax back into the pillows with a content sigh. Now the evening can finally begin.

“Hey babe.”

“Ah geez!” you startle, whipping around and coming face to face with a very naked Hoseok. His hair is wet, brushed out of his face to reveal his forehead. You cover your eyes on instinct, “why are you naked?” you gasp.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before”, Hoseok snorts at your actions before circling the couch. He strikes a pose in front of you and smirks, “I didn’t think you’d be home already. You like what you are seeing?” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

His body is godlike, long muscular legs and a toned stomach with a faint happy trail. Strong arms with defined muscles. You especially like his hips, you can’t explain why, but his hips are your favorite part of his body. His dick looks mouthwatering in this light, making you think things that if you said them out loud they would most definitely make it hard. Your eyes flit up, legs rubbing together. 

He smirks at you before licking his lips. You roll your eyes.

“Just get out of here Hoseok, god you are embarrassing me”, you murmur, cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

Hoseok chuckles and turns around to continue his way to your shared bedroom. You can’t help but steal a glance at his butt as he does. 

“Hot damn”, he sure was one beautiful man you think to yourself.

You really tried to get back to relaxing and watching your murder mystery, but all you could think about was your boyfriend’s naked body and how his dick looked in the sunlight and how his muscles were so defined from using them in practice and how you basically had been horny for him the entire day.

You sneak a glance at the bedroom door. He had it leaned closed.

“What takes him so long?” you mumble to yourself, “should I check up on him?" 

That’s what you will do. You will just quickly check up on him to see if he was doing alright, at least that is what you tell yourself.

You knock twice before entering.

“Handsome are you okay?” you peek through the door. 

He is currently lying on the bed in nothing more than a white towel wrapped around his hips. He has a face mask on, scrolling through his phone. He looks up at you before smiling fondly.

“Of course, why shouldn’t I be? Are you okay though?” he asks you, setting down his phone.

“Yeah I’m okay I-“, you clear your throat, “I grew…bored on the couch”, you point over your shoulder, “…and thought…I’d check up on you, yeah”, you lie, eyes racing over his body. 

“Mhm yeah sure”, Hoseok says.

“Yep that’s all”, you say, eyes staying glued to his hips and what lies behind the towel.

“Come on, sit next to me. I want your company”, Hoseok says softly, patting the empty space on the bed next to him.

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[dandirecs]

do I even have to explain the reblog