your sugar daddy says you donât have to sleep with him if you donât want toâŠtrouble is, you do want to. Youâre just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they goodâŠ
pairing |Â jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings |Â smut, lots of oral, slow burn, dirty talk, dom! hoseok
words |Â 13,865
hey! can I request a scenario where y/n and yoongi are having some tension in their relationship, probably due to not seeing each other bc of their schedules. they always get into quarrels. and the bts boys have had enough so they decided to lock the two of them into a room and they fuck it out. thanks!
Here you go!
OXYGEN
Yoongi x reader
smut, angst.
âOh, you have got to be kidding me?â Namjoon groaned as he approached the door to the dorms. He could hear you both yelling from outside, like he had started to do every day, and he was sick. Slamming open the door he startled you both, making you freeze in the middle of your argument.
I am a dog. Iâm a Teacup Pomeranian with black all over my tan body! Or maybe itâs tan with my black fur? My dad is human. Heâs very tall and heâs very nice to me (though he does chase me a lot). He is a very nice dad. He gives me treats when Granny isnât looking. He taught me a lot of stuff. I can sit and I can boop his hand with my nose when he asks me to.Â
He has a habit of talking to me and moving his hands all the time. When he tells me to sit, he shuts his fists. When he asks to hold my paw, his hand is in front of me. Heâs a very strange dad.Â
Pairing: Jin x Reader
Genre:Â S M U T (it might also be a little cute)
Word count: 1085
You grin widely at your phone when he picks up, repeating his name with a fruity voice until he responds with a coarse hmm.
âPick me up please?â You purr and twirl your hair around your finger. Jin chuckles a little before asking for your location. You tell him youâll send it and then he hangs up. He could tell youâre drunk, youâre sure, but he isnât your boyfriend. Heâs your friend with extra privileges so you really donât have to feel any type of way about calling him in the middle of the night, slurring and way underdressed.
It takes him just around twenty minutes to come to get you.
âFinally!â You tease when you clumsily thumps down in the passenger seat. Jin gives you an amused smirk and shakes his head at your drunken demeanor before driving you away from the party.
You donât say a lot during the ride but look up at the streetlights like a little puppy until he parks the car and walks out to open your door for you.
âHff such a gentleman,â you say and trace your fingers down his upper body while giggling at yourself. Jin grabs your wrists and raises his eyebrows in a way that somehow make him look even hotter. You push yourself onto his lips and feel his grip loosen a little until he lets go of your arms just to lift you up.
You struggle with unlocking the door so he does it for you, shoving you inside with his hands on your hips when heâs done. You reach around him to lock the door which he responds to with a deep growl, lifting you up onto the kitchen counter. You wrap your legs around his waist and kiss his neck while trying to unzip his hoodie. Jin pulls up your skirt over your head and follows the edge of your panties with his long index finger. You moan. Finally sliding his hoodie down his arms and letting out an impressed gasp at his lack of clothing. Jin kisses you, carefully parting your lips before pulling off your underwear and moving his lips from yours to your ear.
âI was asleep when you calledâ he breathes and press you harder against his erection. You exhale through your nose and tug at the hem of his sweatpants, fighting him for the dominance.
With a surprisingly graceful move, you jump down from the counter, pulling off his pants and boxers all in one swoop as you kneel down in front of him. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking on it while your hand grips his base. Jin lets out a guttural sound and places his hand on your head as for support. You grin, lips tight around him as you move deeper on his length. Jin throws his head back and sighs when you get rougher in the way you move until he grabs your hair, forcing you to stop and bends down to your level. He puts his hands around your face and presses his lips on yours in an almost sloppy kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep him close and his hands drop from your face to remove your shirt with a little help from you raising your arms.
âDelicateâ Jin exclaims at the view of you, topless and flushed from his touch. You smirk.
âSoftie,â you say and throw yourself over him, making him groan as he falls flat on the floor. He is however very quick to get you under him instead, nibbling his way down your bare chest. You gasp when he bites your hipbone. Bucking your hips to get him to go there, squirming shamelessly under his body weight when his tongue darts out to flick your clit. You moan, punching the wall with your fist. Jin hums against you sending vibrations straight to your most desiring spot.
It takes a few minutes of undeniable pleasure until you cry out your orgasm. Floating on your high you grab Jin by his tangled hair to pull him off you but he just inserts two fingers, twirling and curling them inside you, enhancing your climax until it ebbs away. Youâre shaking when he pulls out his fingers and sit you up on top of him.
He gives you a few seconds to breathe and calm down slightly before guiding your entrance to his cock. He presses you down making you moan but his own growl overpowers it. Youâre feeling proud which inspires you to take the lead, upping the pace. Jin is loud, louder than normal.
âUh, babe!â He almost whines, closing his eyes and digging his fingers into your hips. You usually donât call each other by pet names but in the heat of the moment, babe falls off his lips so naturally that you donât comment on it. You just tighten around him and watch him scrunch his eyes and open his mouth, too pleased to make any noises at all.
âM-m...â he gives up trying to make out a coherent sentence and just moan from the back of his throat before he relaxes. You feel him soften inside you and roll off him, onto your pleasantly cold kitchen floor. Jin takes a few deep breaths. Trying to gather his thoughts before laying down beside you. Both of you stare up at the ceiling before Jin turns to you. He touches your cheek with surprise warming up his eyes for you to see.
GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.
WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out
WORD COUNT: 18.3k
DESCRIPTION:Â It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He wonât tell you what heâs going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that heâs been wishing for the same thing every time.
Youâre six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.
Your first year of elementary school is almost overâthereâs only two months left until summer break, and youâve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.
Thatâs also why it strikes you as odd that thereâs a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and heâs cute in the way that all kids are cuteâwith rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.
After a brief introduction of Hello, Iâm Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesnât really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.
You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacherâs voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.
At recess, youâre playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. Youâre giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1750
You never expected to miss him so deeply, so quickly but you do.
Every time you walk past a couple holding hands your stomach twist in jealousy. Itâs hard swallowing the thought that that should be you. That his hand should still be strong in yours, his thumb gently stroking your wrist as he pondered about things heâs never able to fully explain. You should be the girl laughing with your hair in your mouth and he should be there - with you - putting it back behind your ear. Instead... he is exactly where heâs supposed to be and you are where you always have been. Wondering where your place is and always returning to the idea that itâs in his arms.
âSo ridiculousâ you mutter to yourself and thumps down on the bed. Knowing far too well you met Jimin not even one month ago.
Your phone wakes you up a few hours later when Jimin face-times you.
âShitâ you squeak while desperately running your hands through your hair to try to fix the mess caused by your pillow. The phone keeps vibrating until you give up attempts to look decent and answer.
âJiminie!â You cheer and smile toward the screen.
Jimin feels his heart scamper and lets his grin show exactly how relieved he is to see your face. Heâs missed you with every dance move, every beat and every word.
âDid I wake you?â He teases and hides his smile behind his hand when you yawn and nod with blushing cheeks. Looking exactly the way he likes to remember you.
âHowâs your day been?â You ask to redirect the conversation and make yourself comfortable when he tells you about his day. Clearly loving every moment of the adventure life has to offer for him.
This, you think to yourself. This is how itâs supposed to feel like. All fuzzy and warm, heart-eyed - adoring his every breath the way he adores you. In love, but you know that far too soon heâll have to hang up and you will be left with that aching feeling that always got so much stronger every time his voice was still fresh in your mind. Threatening to break you if you werenât so aware of the fact that this was what he had to do. What he wanted, and deserved.
âYou look happyâ you remark and move the phone just a little closer. Jimins smile grows to twice its original size and he sighs.
âI am. Also! Iâve got good news!â He exclaims excitedly and does some sort of dance on the other side of the line.
âYeah?â Your happiness matches his.
âIâm coming home in three weeks. Just for a few days but itâs better than this. Iâll be able to kiss you!â
You could cry, surprised by the overwhelming yearning to touch him again.
âI can barely waitâ you chirp and Jimin agrees quickly before he has to hang up, but this time youâre too busy planning for his few days back in town to feel sad about the distance.
-
The three weeks pass faster than you anticipated with daily calls from Jimin, updating you on his progress, but when you stand at the airport with a sign full of hearts in your hands ten minutes feel like forever.
You sigh, anxiously roaming around the area in search of him. Every man who passes eventually look like Jimin and it does nothing to calm your nerves. Rather the opposite, what if youâve forgotten what he looks like?
All your worries are put at ease only a few seconds later when you spot a black cap over his bouncy hair. You would recognize that walk anywhere.
âJiminie!â You screech and wave one hand at him, throwing away all plans to let him find you by the sign you made yourself and see him look for you. When his gaze finally falls on you his face lights up and he starts running through the airport with his carry-on bouncing from his hip. You open your arms.
âY/N!!!â His body collides with your own, making you exhale sharply while laughing. You wrap your arms tight around his neck and feel him hug your waist so hard itâs difficult to breathe.
âIâve missed you, so muchâ Jiminâs laughing, kissing your cheek. Your mouth. He swings your bodies and kisses your lips once more. Twice. Heâs overwhelmed by the happiness of being in your arms again and so are you.
âIâve missed you tooâ you sigh, gazing deep into his eyes and letting that dorky smile take place on your lips.
-
Jimin catches himself staring at you when you do the most mundane things like folding laundry. He just sits at the end of the couch with an open book in his hands, but his eyes follow your every move until he has to remind himself to breathe.
âYouâre gorgeousâ he hears himself say, seeing you turn around to give him a confused look with your cheeks turning red. He has to bite his lip not to moan simply because of how adorable you look like that. All flushed and confused, wondering what part of your makeup-free face and body clad in sweats he finds so gorgeous. You curl into yourself, feeling so exposed when he observes you like that.
Jimin stands up from the couch and walks over to you, putting his hands on your hips and pull you closer to him. Your heart is racing when you look up to meet his eyes that burn with desire. You place your hands around his neck and stand on your toes to kiss him. His moves his hands to your behind and lift you up to his hips. You bite his lip and fist your hand around the hair in his neck. Jimin hums against your lips and put you down on your bed.
âYouâll say no if you donât want to, yes?â He asks with a worried look on his face, hovering over you.
âI want to, Jiminâ you answer with a croaky voice before you clear your throat. Jimin bites down on his plump lower lip and doesnât waste another second before undressing you.
You fall down flat on your back beside Jimin. Both of you breathing heavily. Tired but still exhilarated. Your mouth is curved into a satisfied smile and your outgrown bangs cling to your sweaty forehead.
âHow did you do that?â You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Jimin grins widely and the same pride you remember seeing in his eyes when he gave you his card is decorating his face now. You think to yourself that heâs absolutely stunning like this. Tan, sweaty and proud.
âYouâre mineâ you purr and roll onto him again, earning an appreciated growl right before he latches his lips to yours.
-
You are miserable when Jiminâs gone. He left taking your happiness with him and as much as you try to convince yourself itâs okay you know itâs not. For those three days, you had it all and now a husky phone call doesnât feel like nearly enough, and on top of everything you donât want to burden him. The trainee program is hard enough, he shouldnât have to worry about you being sad too. All you want is to be beside him. To fall asleep on his chest every night, or at least most nights.
You want to tell him you miss him but youâre afraid to get in the way. You donât know what to do, but you do know this isnât working anymore.
Jimin is exhausted after a particularly hard day and more dance steps than heâd learned ever. Really, all he wishes for is to be back in your arms. Sniffing your hair and hearing you sigh his name as he massages your shoulders. He wants to tell you about how he finds it completely impossible not to think about you and how he canât see himself with anyone else. He doesnât care you only met recently. When you know, you know he thinks to himself and just the idea of you makes him smile.
Three hard knocks awake him from his train of thought, he looks around him until the fourth knock make him realize itâs the door.
âComing!â He shouts and rushes toward the door, wondering who would need him at such a late hour. Jimin takes a deep breath and swings open the door.
âY/Nâ his jaw drops as his eyes widen at the view of you. You pull up your shoulders and exhale, releasing all tension.
âI missed youâ you tremble. Jimin nods and peeks out the corridor behind you before pulling you inside and dragging you toward his small bed by your hand. He sits you down in his lap, facing him, and sighs deeply.
âI-I missed you too. Of course! But... you canât stay here. Iâll be busy during the days and exhausted by night. How much did you spend coming here? You shouldâve told me...â Jimin rambles on until you cut him off with a kiss.
âIâm not visiting, Jiminie... Iâm moving here. To Seoulâ you whisper when you pull away from his lips, not sure whether to smile or hide. He frowns at you, at loss for words. You nod slowly and get off him.
âNot enthusiasm then, I guess. Look, I know weâve just been dating for the shortest time and I know that most of that time weâve been apart... but Iâve wanted to get a new job for a long time. Therefore I did. Itâs nothing fancy and my apartment is tiny and way overpriced but itâs an adventure. Iâm not just doing this for you, itâs for me too.â You scan his face for any type of tell of how he feels and finally see that tiny smile dance on his lips. You exhale for the first time since you got there, at least thatâs how it feels.
âAlso... getting to see you a little more frequently isnât a bad thingâ at that Jimin shakes his head and smiles brightly before laying you down on his bed with his body covering yours. He showers your face and neck with kisses and smell your hair as if his life depended on it.
âI love you, Y/N!â He says between the kisses, you wipe away a tear from the corner of his eye and pull him even closer.
âI love you tooâ
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 1515
Okaaaay so this is all inspired by the song âwherever you areâ by 5 Seconds of summer. I (just like always) truly, truly hope you enjoy it!
Jimin watches you from the far corner, soaking in your beauty. He sighs when you beam toward that barista, wishing it was at him instead.
Heâs done but stays put just to watch you and collect enough courage to go up and talk to you. Maybe ask for your number.
âOkay... nowâ he thinks to himself but doesnât even attempt to move. Itâs not until he sees you gather your things that his heart freezes and he flies up from his chair to go over to you.
âExcuse meâ he taps on your shoulder with a nervous smile on his lips. You turn around and raise your chin to meet his gaze. He lifts his shoulders and holds his breath.
âYouâre beautifulâ youâre taken by surprise from his rather blunt compliment but that radiant smile dividing your face in half speaks volume. Jimin silently puts his hand over his heart as to encourage it to continue on beating. Heâs overwhelmed by the happiness that completely catches him off guard. You wiggle on your feet, waiting for him to continue until the silence grows awkward.
âThank you. Youâre very handsomeâ you say to break the ice and shrug a little. Jimins jaw almost drops. Heâs rarely speechless but standing in front of you, having that smile directed toward him... every word he tries to utter gets stuck in his throat until he finally coughs and drags his hand through his hair.
âI donât usually get awkward like this, but...â he stops himself and takes a deep breath before relaxing his shoulders and licking his lips, âwould you like to go on a date with me?â He wonders, forcing himself not to look down on his shoes. You nod quickly
âYes, I doâ you sing out, hugging your book. Jimin hugs you in sheer relief. You laugh against his chest and he canât help but think itâs the cutest sound in the world.
âThereâs just this one thing,â you say, suddenly serious, when he breaks the hug and tilt your head. Jimin squint in a desperate attempt to not seem as terrified as he feels.
âItâll be a lot easier with the details if I can just have your name and numberâ
Jimin looks away and put his palm on his forehead while chuckling at his own bad habit of letting his mind run wild. You watch him, amused by his body language and bite your cheek not to grin too big.
âYes! Youâre right...â he admits and pulls out a piece of paper from his inner pocket to place in your hand
âAll of my contact info is on thereâ, you notice the pride in his voice and hold up the card
âPark Jimin, musician and performerâ you read before looking up at him again to see him wink. You giggle and shake your head
âIt was a pleasure to meet you, Jimin. I look forward to take two. Oh, Iâm Y/N by the wayâ you add and blush from almost forgetting your own name after teasing him about it. Jimin grins at you and watches you leave.
âY/Nâ he breathes and bites his lip.
-
It feels rather surreal to walk the streets two days later with your hand in Jimins. Heâs laughing at your jokes and ask the kind of questions that makes you feel important.
âY/Nâ he begins and pulls your hand to his side when he stops walking out of the blue. You look up at him with a happy sparkle in your eyes that makes him wish he was saying something else. He sighs, deeply. You frown slightly and put your hand on his cheek to calm him down.
âThereâs this company... they want me for some boyband. It seems...â you can tell heâs struggling with getting the words out. You hum and move closer, wrapping your arm around him. He shrugs with the saddest expression in the world
âI have to go there, Y/N. Itâs my dreamâ he blubbers, tears falling down his cheeks. You soften your expression and muffle your own sobs against his shoulder while hugging him tighter.
âI know Jiminie, I know. Donât you dare stay here for me. I couldnât live with myselfâ your voice cracks. Jimin stretches out his arms to look at you and tries to smile but it doesnât quite reach his eyes. You sniffle and purse your lips. He wipes away one of your tears with his thumb and leans in to kiss you. It all feels so natural at that moment that it takes you a few seconds to realize that itâs the first time you go beyond hugging at all.
His lips are soft against yours. The kiss is salty from both of your tears but you want to make it last just a little longer, so when Jimin starts to pull away you place your hands behind his ears to keep him close. You stick out your tongue to softly wet his lips and feel his grip around your waist get stronger as he presses his mouth against yours just a little harder. You gasp and suck on his lower lip with a teasing moan escaping your throat. One of Jimins hands slides up from your back to gently pinch your chin. You let go of him and bite your lower lip as to save the taste of his. Youâre speechless. It was the kind of kiss where youâre left stumbling on with an empty mind. Blown away.
âWhen do you have to leave?â
âNext weekâ Jimin answers with a shy smile, taking in the look of your face. Every supple feature. You nod and take a deep breath
âYouâre mine until thenâ you mumble and let your breath tickle his lips as you lean in again.
-
You spend every day with Jimin until he has to leave.
âAre you sure you donât want to be alone today?â You ask when itâs only two days left and Jimin asks if you wanna come over to his place. He shakes his head with a huge grin
âNo way! Iâm gonna savor every second with you that I can before I leave. Who knows when I get to hold you again?â He inquires and hugs you so tight you can barely breathe just to make his point. You titter and smear some ice cream on his lips that he licks off right away.
âItâs very unfairâ you complain when you sit down on his couch and pout. Jimin turns to you with raised eyebrows and tilts his head in confusion. You cross your arms over your chest and shake your head.
âHow they suddenly found you right when we found each other. So little timeâ you look away from him and hide your face behind your hands. Jimin plops down behind you and combs your hair with his fingers.
âItâs because youâre my lucky charmâ Â he comforts smokily and rests his chin on your shoulder, pulling you closer. You take a deep breath and relax in his arms. He makes you feel safe.
-
You have your hand on his thigh in the middle of the airport anxiously waiting for the time when he has to check in to board the plane.
âYouâll call as often as you can, right?â You ask, feeling terribly needy until Jimin turns to look at you with a warm smile
âEvery day. Itâs gonna be hard but I know hearing your voice will always make me feel betterâ he explains and plants a kiss on your forehead. With that, you let out a reluctant sigh and lean your head on his shoulder until you hear the mechanical voice calling out for the last warning before they close his check-in.
âHere,â you say as lightly as you can and poke him with his passport. He responds with an awkward grin and takes it from your hands.
âI guess this is goodbye. For a whileâ he says, dragging out every word and runs his fingers through your hair. You fight the tears and nod, seeing him scan your face.
âIâm gonna miss you. Please have funâ you add with a smile and kiss him before he has a chance to answer or to see your eyes glisten from the tears too stubborn to go away. His hands are still in your hair, pulling you closer with a deep hum against your lips.
It physically hurts when his mouth leaves yours. You squeeze his hand wanting to take him home again but lastly let it slip out of your grip, causing your hand to fall flat against your side before you put it on your shoulder to massage yourself as a distraction. He backs away with slow steps and a heart just as heavy as yours.
âY/Nâ Â Jimin quakes, making you raise your eyebrows, âyouâre mine. Right?â His voice is just loud enough for you to hear. Those burning tears finally fall when your mouth curve into that smile he originally fell for.
âYours onlyâ you respond while nodding just in case your words donât reach him.
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Smutty fluff
Warnings: Swearing, unprotected sex
Word count: 2841
Namjoon is holding the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, slowly inhaling the smoke. He feels his muscles relax further with each breath, loving the effect it has on his flickering nerves.
Once upon a time, you guys had been best friends, relying on one another with every heartbeat. You didnât make a single decision without his brutally honest opinion and he would rather sell his soul to the devil than to hurt you. He was your knight in ripped jeans and you were the princess who never needed saving but got it anyways... but time changes things and you grew apart.
âY/N!â Namjoon crow, waving you toward him. You see him put out the cigarette and plaster on a faint smile at him.
âCome hereâ he insists and spreads out his arms for you to sink into. You sob quietly and let him embrace you. His chest smells vaguely of bergamot and tobacco just like you remembered. You inhale his calming scent and hug him tighter.
âWhatâs wrong?â Namjoon asks, guiding you to a bench to sit on. You squeeze your eyes shut and wipe the last tears away from your cheeks, hating how Namjoon just had to give you one soft glare for you to start crying despite the promise you made to yourself not to. You slowly shake your head and take a deep, unsteady breath before finally looking at him.
You tell him about the breakup. How your boyfriend of four years suddenly turned out not to be the love of your life, how he would rather sit at home eating microwave macaroni than undressing you. How your fights never seemed to end and how he didnât seem to care about it.
âButâ you whisper, guard all down tired of fighting to keep yourself afloat âitâs all just a game anywayâ
Namjoon sits in silence beside you, watching you wallow in despair with a thousand unspoken words hanging between you.
âLetâs play thenâ Namjoons gruff voice hurl you back to reality. You turn your head to him, all confused as if he didnât speak the same language anymore.
âIâll be yours and youâll be mine, but only for six months though and then...â he pauses with his finger pointed at you âgame overâ You blink at him.
âWhy?â you have to ask. Youâve never been the kind of girl who jumps right into crazy ideas, and Namjoon has never been the kind of boy who says anything for no reason. He shrugs.
âEveryone wants what they canât have. Besides, I donât mind being your practice boyfriendâ he adds with a smug grin. You punch his arm and furrow your forehead.
âAre you saying I need practice?â You whine.
âIâm saying everyone does,â he says matter-of-factly and tucks your hair behind your ear.
âWhat do you say? Game on?â Namjoon offers you his hand for you to shake but you hesitate. You canât stand the idea of being alone for the fall and winter, for Christmas, but Namjoon has been your friend since middle school.
On the other hand: if youâre gonna practice on anyone no one will be a better candidate than him. Heâs always been honest with you and something about his persuasive personality makes you feel safe. You sigh deeply, trying to tell yourself that that knot in the depths of your stomach is just nervousness. Nothing to be wary of.
You grab his hand and smile at the excitement rushing through you.
âGame on!â Â
-
Youâre slouching in your seat with Namjoons hand on your thigh, music blasting around you as the car flies through the night. He suddenly turns to you, quick as ever, before watching the road again. You straighten your posture and admire his profile - so focused yet relaxed with his lips pressed together.
âWhat?â You giggle at his expression. The way he seemed to want to say something but then didnât. He sighs and purses his lips.
âThereâs this party on Saturday, I was wondering if youâd like to pose as my girlfriend thereâ your blood freezes at his suggestion. You feel your heart skip beat after beat and clench your fists. Why do you suddenly feel so nervous?
âOkay,â your voice comes out flat and Namjoon parks the car at your driveway before turning to you, a concerned look on his face.
âYou donât have to,â he says quietly. Almost unwilling to say the words. You turn your gaze back at him and smile faintly before taking a deep breath.
âItâs just...â heat rushes to your cheeks when your voice lets you down. You clear your throat, âwe havenât even kissed yet.â
Namjoon leans in closer to you, brushing his palm against your cheek and fondle your earlobe with his fingers.
You swallow hard. He places his other hand on your thigh again, his thumb barely even an inch from your waist. You tremble under his touch.
âI guess notâ he whispers, his breath warm on your lips. Your pulse is loud in your ear when he leans in just a little more to softly press his lips against yours.
You let your hands run up his back, lightly tugging at his hair, pressing him closer to you. With his lips on yours, you realize youâve been starving. Namjoon parts your lips with his own, letting the tip of his tongue lick your lower lip. Chills fall down your spine. You want him more than youâve ever wanted anyone before.
Both of you are breathless when you pull back from the kiss, catching his gaze with yours.
âYou wanna come inside?â You nod toward your front door. Namjoon picks up at the desire straining on your voice and gives you a cocky grin.
âMhm,â he hums and glides out of the car. You donât leave him hanging.
The door barely closes behind you before you throw yourself at him. Namjoon lifts you up with your knees resting on his arms while kissing you eagerly.
He stumbles more than once, pushing you against the walls of your hallway, but you donât mind. His erection is hard against your nearly soaked underwear. You pant, bucking your hips to get him closer.
âNot so fastâ Namjoon growls deeply, kicking your bedroom door wide open.
You whine at his tolerant teasing, which he respond to with a smirk. He puts you down on your bed, crawling over you and takes your t-shirt with him. You take a shaky breath at his feral expression when he sees your exposed nipples getting hard under his gaze.
âDamnâ itâs only a whisper but you get the message loud and clear. Your time to grin.
âNot so fastâ you imitate, despite your core screaming for his touch, when he starts fumbling with your pants. Namjoon ignores you and pull them down. You gasp. You hear his complacent chuckle and reach for his shirt, but he takes it off before you get a chance to. You pout but Namjoon quickly changes your expression by breathing toward your thin panties. You fist the covers, exhaling sharply.
âOh babyâ he coos, his thumb lightly presses against your middle. Feeling how soaked you are.
âStop teasingâ you cry, tensing your legs in frustration. Namjoon clucks but removes your underwear and run his fingers between your folds. You moan and throw your head back. With that, his thumb finds your clit and gently circles it. You hiss between your teeth, grabbing the wrist heâs leaning on, and curve your back. Namjoon growls and lets two of his long fingers slip inside you, before burying his face between your thighs. His tongue flicks at your nub, making you tense up in anticipation. You gasp and squint your eyes when he sucks your clit into his mouth, still ably circling it with just the right amount of pressure with his fingers still pumping inside you, deeper with each thrust.
âNamjoonâ you moan, not trying to silence yourself and arch your crotch at him. He pulls out his fingers and leaves you empty to grab your waist. He keeps you still as you get closer to your climax with every thing he does. Your insides feel soft and the familiar warmth of an orgasm spread inside you. You pant, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip, but Namjoons nails dig into your flesh to keep you in place. He grins against you
âIâm... closeâ you gasp, biting down on your lower lip but you donât get further than that before he releases your clit, wiping his face and crawl up to your face.
âNot. So. Fastâ he drags out every word with a big grin, kissing you. Your hands glide down his muscular torso to unbutton his pants. He nibbles on your lip, tugging it loosely before finishing the kiss to undress completely. His twitching cock is warm against your thigh. You whimper, wanting him inside you badly. Namjoon bridle at your trembling legs widely spread for his entrance before placing his tip against your thoroughly soaked pussy. You moan from merely the expectation and catch a glimpse of Namjoons wide grin before you shut your eyes in pain when he thrusts into you. He freezes, wiping away a tear from the corner of your eye and kisses your chin
âAre you okay?â He murmurs and waits for you to open your eyes
âYes! Go onâ you beg and wrap your legs around his waist as an invite to continue as pleasure replaces the pain. Namjoon pulls out of you, almost completely, before pushing himself in again. Slowly, like a question. You open your mouth and take a quivering breath at the tingling stretch he offers you. He seems to take that as approval and give you a few slow thrusts before growling deeply and start pounding into you with deep, hard movements.
You hold on tight to gain as much friction as possible and gasp every time he hits your G-spot. Namjoon grabs your shoulders and doesnât seem to care who hears him groan. Your stomach gets tight and you arch your back to give him deeper access, closing in on your awaited orgasm with every hit. Crying out your pleasure louder every time his lightly stubbled skin graze against your sore clit. You bite his shoulder and dig your nails into the delicate skin on his back
âOh fuck thatâs hotâ he pants, pushing himself in even harder with a slapping sound. Your body tenses up even further and the knot in your abdomen is nearly exploding, you reach up for his ear
âAlmost. Thereâ you bite into your lip and hiss at the sensation. Namjoon grunts and kiss you
âGoodâ his voice is strained from the exhaustion. You nearly screech when you come and pull him closer to suppress the thrusts when he rides out your climax with his own. You feel him filling you up and then slow down until heâs completely still. You breathe heavily, playing with his hair.
When he exhales deeply and lies down on the bed beside you with his arms spread out you put your head on his shoulder and bite your lip. All of you is so relaxed and so very satisfied. It doesnât take long for your mind to slip away into clouded dreams laced with happiness. Namjoon carefully pulls you closer and feel his chest flutter unexpectedly. He looks down to see your innocent eyes hidden behind thin eyelids and traces the shape of your lips, plump from his kisses. He takes a deep breath and realizes that despite the fact that youâre in his arms at that very moment, he yearns for your closeness. Never has he ever felt that way before, and to that thought, he falls asleep.
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The day of the party is a sunny one and you take that as a good enough reason to wear that red top that has been hanging in the back of your closet forever. Your hair bounces in its curls as you ruffle it with your fingers. You spritz some perfume on your chest and put on a pair of moderate heels. You donât wanna be the overdressed one at the party but at the same time, it would be a shame to be the only guest not trying enough. The doorbell has you jump even though youâre expecting Namjoon to arrive at any moment. You rush to the door and almost fall when you grab the handle and open the door.
Namjoon halt in the middle if stomping out his cigarette to stare at you with his mouth slightly open.
âRed looks gorgeous on youâ he marvels and glances over you, once again managing to make you feel like the most precious human in the world. You blush and twirl around to get your coat. He offers you his hand and you take it immediately.
âYou smell good,â you say and squeeze his hand. Thinking he smells the kind of musky someone with a car like his is expected to smell. He grins at you and steers you in the direction of what you assume is the party.
Itâs crowded with loud people pressing each other up against walls and onto other people. You look around, keeping yourself as close to Namjoon as possible and wonder what kind of people the hosts are. And how Namjoon knows them.
âIâm gonna fetch us some drinks but make yourself at home, okay?â He places a kiss on your cheek and has his hand glide out of yours. You follow him with your gaze, instantly very uncomfortable in this kind of setting. You sigh. Heâll be back soon.
âY/N, right?â You turn around to see whoâs asking. A tall redhead with an incredibly short dress raises one eyebrow and plaster on a smile. It takes you a second or two before it occurs to you that this would be the time to answer.
âY-yes!â You stutter and stretch out your hand with a half-smile. She ignores your hand and sways with her hair
âDora, I hear youâre here with our very own Casanova. Came with a blonde last week... donât worry though, weâre all been thereâ she adds with a sugar-sweet smile and cocks her head at you before strutting away. You stay there with so many feelings overwhelming you. Itâs not that you trust her but youâve always known about Namjoons reputation. Had you given him a cheat?
You blink away a few tears and storm out of the party, feeling like nothing more than a cheap trick. Another notch in his belt.
It takes a while before you hear three loud thumps on your door but youâre buried under blankets crying into your pillow on the couch. Whoever it is youâre not up for a conversation. Youâre hurt. Deeply, and whatâs worse is that you brought it upon yourself. You did this. You said yes to his stupid proposal and you slept with him.
âY/Nâ you snap out of your blame game and sit up straight. Namjoon is standing next to the couch with a bleak expression. You never heard him open the door and somehow you thought you locked it.
âWhatever she said to you, I swea-â You interrupt him, âwhy did you even agree to this? Because I was the only one left who wanted to sleep with you?â You canât help but scream out the words dipped in desperation. Namjoon sits down by your feet and lets his head rest on his fingertips. It takes a while before he speaks as if heâs trying to decide upon what exactly to say. You wait patiently with your mind set on denial for whatever story he might pull.
âMe and Dora had a thing for a while... I donât know I guess a part of me wanted to show you off. Rub it in her face that I could make a commitment for someone who waited for it when I invited you. I never imagined sheâd behave like that and Iâm terribly sorry... Â but ugh!â He pauses to look at you, wide-eyed in disbelief.
âI love you. I came up with this silly idea because Iâve had a crush on you for years - I canât believe you didnât know - and when you were so protective over your shattered heart, discouraged even... I didnât know how else to make you see that Iâve been right in front of you this whole time. Waiting for you to want me... like thisâ he gestures at you and shakes his head slowly. Disarmed.
âI love youâ
As you sit in silence Namjoons mind fills with thoughts and questions. Fears of what his confession might mean to you. Heâs getting anxious and nervous for every second youâre quiet until you lick your lips and cross your legs
âGame overâ you whisper and see Namjoons face go from frowning to utterly defeated, but you just answer him with a big, vibrant smile and kiss him with your hands around his face.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Romance, slight angst
Warning: Swearing
Word count: 1600+
You stand outside the heavy, black door to Namjoons apartment all made up in a dress with your hair draping over your shoulders. The music is loud enough to hear a few blocks away which indicates someone else had the remote to his stereo, and you sigh when it becomes clear to you that no one will hear your knocking - heck they wonÊŒt even hear the doorbell!
âI canÊŒt believe IÊŒm doing thisâ you mutter to yourself, tugging at the hem of your dress to keep it below your butt.
This night started out so simply with a few lit candles, your hair up in a tie and no bra on. Your only plan was to binge-watch some new show and enjoy your first night off in forever but Namjoons intensive texting changed your plans dramatically.
You take a deep breath and push the door open. The music amplifies until your thoughts are screaming to be heard, and only when you appear in the doorway someone turns it down. You let a grateful smile take place on your lips and walk toward Namjoon who opens his arms for you to lean into.
âEveryone, this is Y/N - behaveâ he cautions and give the smallest guy a sharp glare. You look at him and feel yourself getting lost in the moment when he shifts his attention to you with a mischievous grin decorating his face.
âMin Yoongi, donÊŒt you dare give me a nickname!â His voice is softer than youÊŒd anticipated but you still choke on his words. You look up at the other guys to see if he was making fun of you, but they all meet your gaze steadily. You press your lips together and stretch out your hand to Yoongi and nod ever so slightly.
âMin Yoongi, got itâ his hand is large enough to completely devour yours in a firm shake. You feel your heart flutter from his touch but youÊŒre too intimidated to do anything but to shake his hand and then move on to the next guy in line.
Namjoon has his hand stretched out to point at his plump-lipped friend Jin to emphasize his arguments. You see Jin roll his eyes and decide itÊŒs probably best not to be around and so you get up from the spongy couch to go to the kitchen.
As soon as you round the corner someone pushes you into a wall.
âFollowing me, huh?â Yoongi whisper, leaning closer to you by putting his hands on either side of your face. Your heart is thumping hard in your chest as the adrenaline rushes through you. His dark eyes pierce through you, making your mouth salivate.
âN-noâ you want to say something else but with his hips touching yours, the scent of his perfume... you can barely think of other words. Yoongi raises an eyebrow with a cocky grin before pushing himself away from the wall with a curious look at you before walking away. You stay in place with a billion thoughts gushing through your mind, your heart still beating fast.
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After that party, you start hanging out with Namjoon and his guys a lot more. You get along well and you like their company.
âUgh, not you againâ Yoongi whines when he open the door. You hate how his words always have such an enormous impact on your feelings - shooting right into your fragile flesh like a dart you canÊŒt dodge. You take a deep breath before grinning at him as wide as you can
âI could say the sameâ you lie and squeeze yourself through the gap between Yoongi and the door.
âWeÊŒre in hereâ, Yoongi nods at the glass door leading into the living room. You keep your eyes at his back through the thin t-shirt, following him.
âY/N! Come hereâ Namjoon taps on the couch beside him, clearly happy to see you. You make an effort forgetting about Yoongis douchebag greeting and fall down beside Namjoon. He bumps his shoulder against yours and smiles brightly. You return the gesture and rest your head on his arm.
You, Namjoon and Yoongi are the only ones left when Namjoon stretches his body and jawn. You turn your eyes at him
âI won, by the wayâ he makes some sort of triumphant gesture at Yoongi, who grunts.
âJust because she cheatedâ
âI cheated?!â You exclaim, surprising yourself with your sudden volume. Yoongi shrug
âSure did! I was so close to winning before you swept in stealing my treasuresâ you raise your eyebrows in disbelief
âHow come I didnÊŒt win then?â You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. Yoongi squint at you and stand up. You watch him watch you, obviously contemplating what to say
âIf your goal was for me to lose you did winâ the way his eyes are fixated on you make you feel inferior. You stand up and walk toward him, seething over his childish manner.
âMy goal was to have fun! Ever thought about the fact that I might not be as mean as you are?â You snap at him, making him flinch at your poisonous words. You find a primal pleasure in finally telling him off until he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to his face. You gasp.
âMean? I am mean?!â He roars. His tone makes you wish you could rewind and not say those words. Yoongis demeanor changes in front of your eyes. Suddenly it doesnÊŒt matter that heÊŒs the smallest of the guys or that Namjoon is watching you.
âI never asked for your companyâ Yoongi hisses. You barely hear his words but with that, you crumble.
You hate how much you want Yoongi to like you. You hate how your skin is burning from his touch and you hate how your eyes always find his, but most of all you hate those tears clouding your vision. Yoongi sees it and releases your wrist as if you were contagious. You squint not to let those tears fall and hurry out of his apartment.
Yoongi doesnÊŒt move. HeÊŒs facing the doorway with his arms flat to his sides, confused about what happened. Did he push a nerve? HeÊŒd been a lot harder on you before without you crying... Namjoon walks over to him, placing a hand on his friendÊŒs shoulder. Yoongi turns around to see Namjoon frowning upon him
âWhat did I do?â Namjoon grunts, slowly shaking his head
âOh, you idiot! She likes you, why canÊŒt you just give her a break?â
Yoongi looks over at the doorway you just stormed out of, letting out a sigh to release the tension crippling his body
âBecauseâ he whispers, mostly to himself, âI canÊŒt have herâ
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The following days are rough. Namjoon keeps calling you to invite you over but in the off chance that Yoongi will be there you turn him down. ItÊŒs not your intention to push him away but youÊŒre heartbroken. You would never say it out loud of course but you are.
For whatever reason Yoongi made you feel special - even with all of his bantering and sometimes truly fucked up words. He treated you differently and you will never forget the first time you met him when he pushed you up against that wall, the way his presence made you flustered. YouÊŒve been fantasizing about having his lips pressed onto yours ever since. Those soft, rosy lips... you sigh. Constantly fighting the urge to just lay down and cry, refusing to feel that weak.
Three hard knocks wake you up from your trance, making you jump. You want to ignore it but somehow you get up from your messy bed and walk toward the door with slow steps. You open up and have Yoongi push you out of the way, barging in. HeÊŒs pacing back and forth grunting to himself. You watch his every move with a knot in your tummy, twitching every time he looks at you while turning around.
âUgh!â He exclaims, clenching his fists in frustration. Deep inside you wonder if thatÊŒs how he would sound like moaning, instantly blushing from merely the idea. Suddenly Yoongi turns to you, taking a step forward to cup his hands around your face. Your heart is pounding, making your breaths shallow âIÊŒm going insane! I know youÊŒre... unavailable, I know Namjoon saw you first...â His voice trembles at the struggle to find the right words. You feel him stroking the corner of your mouth, excruciatingly aware of his breath against your lips wishing heÊŒd just lean in a bit more...
âOh come on Y/N! DonÊŒt give me that faceâ Yoongi blurt, pulling back his hands. You frown in confusion, moving closer to him again just to see him take a step back. You groan seeing him falter when your attitude changes.
âLet me get this straightâ you take another step forward, âjust because I was friends with Namjoon before your annoying ass got into my life I canÊŒt have what I want?â Yoongi exhales sharply, eyes glued to your lips. You grab his jacket to pull yourself closer to him. Your hips pressed against his. You see him hunger for your touch, yearning for your lips to meet and feel desire wash over you.
âIf Namjoon wanted anything more heÊŒd tell me, you know that as well as I do,â you whisper. Seconds that feel like minutes pass without Yoongi saying anything, doing anything. You hold your breath expecting him to shake his head and walk out.
âFuck itâ he roars, crashing his lips onto yours with his hands tangled in your hair. You moan, wrapping your hands around his waist pulling him impossibly close.
His kiss tells you everything his words didnÊŒt, confirming that heÊŒs been imagining your skin under his touch just as much as you have. He takes your breath away and when he leans back to see your face you tremble at the adoration filling his gaze. Biting your lip as to savor the warmth from his kiss you smile because for at least this moment everything is perfect.
