contains loud moans, wet noises, (and actual jungwons groans, whimpers)
Sunoo and Jungwon was just having an argument because Jungwon is annoyed at Sunoo because he kept messing up at dance practice recently and Jungwon starts scolding Sunoo. Since Jungwon was so stressed, Sunoo offered Jungwon a blowjob as stress relief. Jungwon kept refusing but he cant resist the look of how pretty Sunoo's eyes and pink lips look. in the end, Jungwon agreed.
⤷ Sunghoon ( 박성훈) is obsessed with you and he will do whatever it takes to have you by his side ♡
⤷ Warnings : suggestive messages, sadistic behavior, psychopathic personality, stalking, invasion of privacy, violence, suggestive images, smut, mention of drugs, knife play (ig), reader starts to get turned on with his stalker (Stockholm syndrome, kinda)
Sunghoon!stalker x reader, Sunghoon!psycho x reader.
˚. ᵎᵎ only +18, mdi!
一緒 Notes: any tips are so useful to me, i'll add a taglist for this fic and i will try to update it whenever i can. This part is more smut than lore, but the reader is starting to "flirt" with Sunghoon, so life is good :)
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𝜗𝜚 thank you to the anon who made this lovely request!! it was fun to make X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
i rewatched the bts world cup performance and the response to taehyung's face card showing up on screen was loud as hell in that stadium. the audience was all shook, they were so unprepared 😭
your vampire boyfriend is sick of feeding from processed blood pouches, so why don’t you let him drink from you?
🦇pairing: vampire!riki x human!reader
⋆. contains: fluff biting blood skinship kissing
🗯️vaeh’s note: I’ve been wanting to write a vampki fic since I started writing fics… 8 months later here we are
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"That's not how that works."
Riki shakes his head for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. On the TV, some dramatic vampire is floating outside a girl's bedroom window.
You don't even look away from the screen. "Mhm."
"And why is he floating?"
You smile. "I don't know."
"We can't do that."
"I know, baby." You say, and Riki sighs. "It's stupid."
The vampire on screen suddenly hisses dramatically, showing off a mouth full of giant fangs. Riki immediately scoffs. "Oh, come on."
The two of you are sitting comfortably out on the couch, while some cheesy vampire movie plays in the background.
Ironically, Riki hates vampire movies. Not because they're scary. Because they're wrong, every single one of them. According to him, at least. "Nobody's eyes turn red like that."
You reach over and pat his thigh. "Okay."
"And sunlight doesn't instantly kill us."
"Okay."
"And nobody wears capes."
At that, you finally look at him. "You would look good in a cape."
Riki deadpans. "No."
The movie continues playing, Riki continues complaining. Life continues as normal, at least for another ten minutes. Then you notice him shifting.
His foot starts bouncing against the floor, his fingers drum against his leg. Then he changes positions, again and again. A restless energy slowly settles into his body. One you've learned to recognize. Riki notices it too, you can tell by the annoyed expression that appears on his face.
His tongue runs over one of his teeth and a second later his fangs extend slightly.
It starts with restlessness. Then heightened senses, his hearing and smell sharpen. Then the fangs. Then hunger. His entire body begins preparing him for what it was built to do.
Riki leans back and exhales slowly through his nose. Trying to ignore the feeling.
Unfortunately, hunger doesn't really care about trying.
"You hungry, ki?"
He groans. "Mhm." His hand immediately finds your knee underneath the blanket, touching you keeps him from drifting too far into instinct.
The world is different now than it used to be.
A few hundred years ago, vampires fed however they wanted. Humans, animals, whatever was available.
Now? There are cameras, phones and DNA everywhere. One mistake and suddenly you're caught.
So most vampires adapted to drinking from blood bags. Riki hates them. He complains every time he drinks from one, saying it tastes like chemicals. But he has no other choice, it’s either processed blood, or risking your life.
"The only reason I drink that shit is because I don't want to lose you." Was the excuse he came up with yesterday.
His hand slides from your knee to intertwine your fingers. On the screen, the vampire finally gets his girl. After two hours of dramatic staring and unnecessary fighting, he cups the woman's face and bites into her neck.
You watch for a second, then softly mumble, "That's so hot."
Riki's head immediately turns and his eyes flick to your neck. Just for a second. Then he looks back at the movie. "Don't say shit like that."
The response is so immediate that you have to bite back a smile. "What?"
"You heard me."
You definitely heard him, but your smile only grows.
A few moments later, Riki’s stomach interrupts the movie with a growl.
You immediately burst out laughing and you shove his legs off the couch with yours.
"Jeez. Go get yourself a blood bag."
Riki groans and he drops his head onto your shoulder. "I don't want one."
His blonde hair brushes your cheek. Then his nose accidentally, or maybe not accidentally, brushes against your neck.
You feel him inhale twice, a little deeper the second tim e, it sends a small shiver down your spine.
You glance at him. "Drink from me then."
The reaction is instant. Riki sits up so fast it almost gives you whiplash. "No."
You roll your eyes. This argument is ancient, you've been asking since practically the second week you met.
The first time had been mostly curiosity, the second time because his reaction was funny, the third time you were serious.
There had been a few close calls early on, back when he still fed from humans occasionally. You'd caught him staring at your neck before when you thought he just fell asleep with his head resting on your shoulder.
Once when he was kissing your neck you suddenly felt two cold, sharp points against your skin, but you flinched and he pulled himself back.
He pulled himself back every single time.
Riki mutters something under his breath and finally gets up. A minute later he comes back carrying a blood pouch. His expression alone makes you laugh. "Poor baby."
He drops back onto the couch. "Don't start."
Then, because apparently he's incapable of being normal, he holds the pouch up in the air.
"Riki."
"What?"
"Just drink it.."
He bites into the bottom corner like one of those frat boys who thinks shotgunning drinks makes them look cool. You stare at him, he stares back. Then starts drinking.
"...You're ridiculous."
He shrugs. You watch the way his lips wrap around the corner of the bag and the way his throat moves with each swallow.
After a minute, he lowers the pouch. He makes a disgusted face and takes another reluctant sip. Eventually he groans and tosses it onto the coffee table, it lands with a wet slap.
You snort. "You barely drank half."
Riki throws his head back against the couch. "The second week. The second week of drinking these things." He points accusingly toward the abandoned pouch. "And I'm already over it." You laugh softly.
A small red drop sits near the corner of his mouth. You reach over and wipe it away with your thumb. Riki’s eyes immediately follow your hand and before you can pull away, his fingers wrap around your wrist, he brings your thumb toward his mouth and sucks the drop of blood off. Maintaining eye contact the whole time.
You study him for a few seconds before speaking quietly. "Why won't you drink from me?"
His expression immediately changes. "Baby."
"Just a tiny sip, or just bite me."
"No. Why do you even want me to?"
You shrug. Your eyes drift from his eyes to his lips, then back again. You notice him doing the same.
"I don't know," you admit softly. "I just... want to know what it feels like."
Riki's eyes flick toward your neck again. The thought of it enters his mind before he can stop it. The taste of your blood, the closeness. Which immediately makes him look away. "No."
You groan. "Whyyy."
"Because I said no."
"That's not a reason."
He rubs a hand over his face. You keep staring at him. Eventually he sighs, which means he's about to give you an actual answer. His hand reaches up, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.
"Baby, you don't know what you're asking for.”
Your smile slowly fades. His hand moves to your jaw, then your neck, his thumb brushes softly against the skin.
"I've spent years learning control." His voice is quiet now. "And most of the time I'm fine."
You swallow.
"But if I did that?" His thumb strokes your neck again. "Once I get a taste of your blood? I don't know if I'd want to stop."
.Your stomach flips.
"What if I hurt you?" His hand cups the side of your neck. "I can’t live with myself if that happens."
"I'd stop you."
Riki chuckles softly. "You'd stop me?"
"Yeah." You shrug.
"How?"
"I don't know."
"Exactly."
You roll your eyes. Then before you can argue again, Riki suddenly grabs your waist and the next thing you know you're laying back against the couch cushions. He climbs over you before you can sit back up, his arms cage you in on either side.
A grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. "You want it that bad?"
You smile sweetly and nod your head.
He raises an eyebrow. "It could literally kill you."
"It won't."
Riki shakes his head and he smiles, flashing his still-extended fangs.
Then his stomach growls again. Riki lets out a long, frustrated sigh and drops on top of you, all heavy limbs and complaints. His forehead lands against your shoulder, one arm sliding around your waist.
"See?" you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. "You're still hungry. Just drink from me, a little bit."
He doesn't answer, at first you think he's ignoring you. Then you feel him inhale, long and deep. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, breathing you in slowly. His grip around your waist tightens and he exhales with a hum.
The blood bag he'd forced himself to drink had taken the edge off, but not enough. Because blood bags didn't smell like this, didn't feel like this, didn't have a heartbeat underneath warm soft skin.
Riki squeezes his eyes shut, you can feel the fight happening inside his head. Every instinct he has is pointing in the same direction, but he’s afraid.
His hand finds your neck again, thumb brushing over the pulse on your neck while he hisses through his fangs, his breath warm against your neck.
"Riki," you whisper.
His lips part slightly and his fangs graze your skin as he presses his forehead more firmly against your shoulder. The cool tip of his nose brushes your skin, your scent is everywhere, he feels like he’s going insane with need.
He’s so close to giving in. Then a quiet frustrated exhale leaves him and his fingers squeeze your side. "Tell me to stop y/n."
Instead, you slide your hand to the back of his head and gently guide him closer.
"I trust you," you murmur before closing your eyes.
His hand slides behind your neck, fingers disappearing into your hair as he carefully cradles your head. His nose brushes your skin as he breathes you in one last time, eyes closed.
Then, finally—
A sharp sting.
Your breath catches before you can stop it, fingers instinctively clutching at his shoulder. It hurts, but it hurts good. Riki begins to suck at the wound, the first pull is almost hesitant.
He moans at the taste of your blood, the sound vibrating against your neck. It's like nothing he’s ever experienced before, his lips stay sealed around the wound, drinking carefully. He tightens his grip on you, his body pressed against yours.
His hand on your cheek trembles slightly before steadying again, his thumb continuing gentle strokes across your skin as if he’s reminding you that you’re safe, that you can trust him.
Until the hunger immediately asks for more. Just another second. Just one more drop. His instincts whisper that it isn't enough. His arms tighten around you and his fingers curl in your hair tighter.
Then he catches himself and forces himself to count. Then, with visible effort, he pulls away. He gently drags the tip of his tongue over the small mark on your neck. The wound closes almost instantly.
When he finally looks at you again, he almost doesn't recognize himself. He feels ‘alive’ in a way he hasn’t in months. His eyes are heavy-lidded and unfocused like he's just woken from the best high of his life. A slow smile spreads across his face, the sharp point of his fangs glossed pink from the blood.
He lets out a quiet laugh under his breath. His mouth hangs slightly open, his fangs still visible as he tries to collect himself, but he can't stop smiling.
You lift your hand and touch your neck carefully with your fingertips, trying to find the wound, but you only feel smooth skin and warmth where his mouth had been.
Riki’s eyes flick to your hand, he catches your wrist gently and lays it down.
“It’s healed, baby,” he says with a low chuckle.
You look at him with a surprised and slightly confused expression when you feel the would completely healed within 2 minutes. Before you can ask him anything about the healing, he leans down and kisses you.
His lips move against yours while one of his hands slides behind your head, fingers disappearing into your hair. You kiss him back immediately, your hand finding his jawline.
As the kiss continues, he smiles against your lips. Then suddenly he catches your bottom lip with one fang, just enough to draw one drop of blood.
Your eyes fly open. "Ow, Riki!"
He laughs under his breath.
"Sorry, baby." He presses a quick peck to your lips as an apology.
Then he grins and lets himself sink back down onto you with a sigh, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck again. His nose brushes your skin as he breathes you in again deeply.
"I just wanted one more taste of you," he mumbles, you feel his lips brush your neck softly when he speaks.
You smile to yourself. "I figured."
All his weight is comfortably resting on top of you, arms loosely wrapped around your waist while your fingers find his back, slowly running up and down beneath his hoodie.
The vampire movie is still playing in the background. Neither of you has any idea how it ends, but it’s wrong anyway. If you ask Riki.
translation used for Spanish parts! i’m sorry if any of it is wrong 🪽 established relationship, fluff, kissing
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You laid in bed dead asleep, the warm sun sneaking through the blinds in your apartment. This week was a buy week for Lamine meaning no training, no meetings, no nothing. He had gotten up before you this morning for his workout, you felt a faint kiss on your temple but were too deep asleep to remember.
Lamine unlocked the door to your shared apartment, his hands full with his duffle bag and a surprise for you. He rushed inside, dropping his bag and sliding off his shoes before he walked into your shared bedroom. You slept so peacefully, your chest rising and falling a steady pace, your eyelids rested perfectly. He walked over to your side of the bed, placing the coffee he had gotten you on your beside table. He brought himself down to a squat to be at your level, lightly brushing the hair out of your face. “buen día, mi amor” (goodmorning my love) he says softly, your body and mind detect his voice immediately, you turned lightly with a hum. “Sleep well?” He asks, his hand lingered on your waist.
“Mhm” you hum in response, reaching your hand to cup his face. “I got you a surprise.” He says, his smile creeping onto his face. You blink your eyes a few times, your body still not ready to form words. He points to the iced latte sitting beside you, your eyes light up right away. “gracias, cariño” (thank you baby) you finally speak, your voice still raspy from your slumber. He presses a kiss to your cheek before standing up, “eat, i’m going to shower.” He says, pointing to the coffee again as you pick it up and take a sip.
He eventually emerges from the bathroom, towel wrapped low around his waist. "Is it good?" He asks, shaking his hair out and walking to the closet to change into fresh clothes. "Yes baby, thank you." You were still sat up on the bed, watching tv as you sip on your iced latte. Once he gets into his new clothes he climbs in beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You hand him the remote, allowing him to turn on one of the club games as the two of you stay cuddled up. "How was training?" You ask, fidgeting with his hands. "Good mi amor." He replies before walking you through everything they did.
The television fades in the background somewhere, the hum of the fan and light peaking through the blinds was still there. It was like the morning didn't move in a good way, you could lay here with him forever if you could, no cameras, no interviews, nowhere to go. Just the two of you. Over time you finished your coffee, still pressed flush against him except you turn to face him, looking into his pretty brown eyes. He moves the hair out of your face before cupping your face and pulling you in flush against his lips. The kiss is slow, you have nowhere to be except beside him. All worries of the outside world had completely vanished. It progresses slow as well, your tongues slide into each other's mouths calmly with a sense of passion and possessiveness. He grips his hands on your waist, pulling you onto his lap, knees on both sides of him.
The kiss stays where it is, not going any further, there was no need to. He holds you softly against him, your hand held at the back of his neck lightly running your fingers through his damp curls.
Martin would complain instantly the second your teeth sink into his cheek.
“Heeey, that actually hurt!”
You start laughing against his shoulder and he narrows his eyes at you dramatically, rubbing his cheek like you seriously wounded him.
“So this is how you treat your boyfriend now?”
Before you can answer, his hands are already moving to your sides. The second he starts tickling you, you immediately try to push him away, laughing harder.
“Martin stop—”
“Nope. Too late.”
He grins while you squirm around in his arms, fully enjoying your suffering.
“You bite me, I fight back.”
Juhoon would completely freeze after it happens.
You bite his cheek during cuddling and he slowly pulls back, staring at you with the most shocked expression ever.
“…Did you just bite me?”
The way he says it makes you burst out laughing immediately. He keeps staring at you like he genuinely cannot believe what just happened.
“You’re insane.”
He touches his cheek, still looking offended.
“You actually used your teeth.”
You laugh even harder and he ends up laughing too, shaking his head before pulling you back against him.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
James would lift his head from your neck the second you bite his cheek, eyes narrowing slightly.
“…Really?”
You try to act innocent but he’s already looking at you like he’s planning something. Then suddenly he leans down and bites lightly at your neck in return.
“James!”
You shove his shoulder, laughing. “It was a joke, perv.”
A small smirk appears on his face as he settles back against you like nothing happened.
“Oh, so when you do it it’s funny?”
His hand slides around your waist again, pulling you closer.
“Good to know.”
Keonho would gasp dramatically the second you bite his cheek.
“Ow! That hurts!”
You immediately start laughing and he takes it even further, hiding his face into your neck while fake sniffling.
“I can’t believe you’d do this to me…”
His voice is so dramatic it just makes you laugh harder. He keeps pretending to cry against your shoulder for a few more seconds before lifting his head again with the biggest grin.
“You’re evil.”
Then he leans in and presses a soft kiss against your cheek like he forgave you instantly anyway.
Seonghyeon would blink in surprise when you bite his cheek, then a quiet giggle slips out before he can stop it.
“Did you just bite me?”
You laugh into his chest and he smiles immediately, amused more than anything. His fingers tap lightly against your waist while he looks down at you.
“You’re getting aggressive now?”
There’s a teasing tone in his voice as he squishes your cheeks gently between his fingers.
“Should I be scared of you?”
You try to bite his hand this time and he laughs properly, pulling it away fast.
“See? There you go again.”
He keeps giggling under his breath while pulling you closer, clearly finding the whole thing way too cute.
summary. in which james insists he isn't jealous when his teammates get a little too close to you
genre. fluff, established relationship, jealous bf james with a hint of clingy, reassuring
warning. cursing
wc. 1354
it was seonghyeon's birthday, and you're invited to the boy's dorm for the party. you knock on the front door and are welcomed by keonho. "holy shit, you look amazing." he opens the door for you and you smile in return. after stepping in, you look around to find your boyfriend.
"where's james?" you ask keonho, eyes still wandering the whole room—not finding his existence.
"he went to buy a cake for hyeon. you can wait here, i'm gonna grab some candles." keonho leads you to sit on a couch in the living room and rushes back to the kitchen.
the party is simple. they only invite someone who's really close to seonghyeon since the boy's very shy around others and they don't want to make him uncomfortable on his birthday. a few balloons sit randomly on each corner of the room. there's a banner on the wall that says "happy birthday, seonghyeon" with his photo on it.
not so long after that, you hear the clicking sound on the front door and see james holding paper bags in his left hand and a box of cake in the right. "cake's coming!" james yells. you approach him immediately and try to help him.
"babe!" james' eyes lighten and he smiles so brightly at your presence. "i thought you wouldn't come! i was so sad today." he kisses the corner of your lips before the two of you bring all the stuff to the living room.
"i decided to come since keonho wouldn't stop texting me while i am at work." james stops for a while, hoping he had misheard what you said. "my phone keeps buzzing all day, you know."
"why would keonho text you?" james squints his eyes in suspicion.
"he texted about preparing hyeon's birthday. he thinks i'm going to like this party." you answer absentmindedly while putting the cake on the table.
james shrugs, thinking it was no big deal. he doesn't need to be jealous. it's just keonho, right?
"here are the candles." keonho comes with a few candles in his hand. "hyung! you're home." he grins. james answers him with a quick smile before putting pink whipped cream on seonghyeon's cake.
"i wanna do it too!" you exclaim and ask james for the whipped cream. he lends you the whipped cream and settles behind you on the couch, absentmindedly pulling you back until you're comfortably sitting between his legs.
keonho sits right next to james' left foot—making him unintentionally sits right next to you. "do you think seonghyeon would like this party?" he asks you.
"definitely! why wouldn't he?" you shoot him a little smile and continue to put whipped cream on seonghyeon's cake.
"i know, right?" keonho nods. the three of you remain silent for a while before keonho interrupts again. "do you think hyeon would prefer green candles or blue ones?"
"i think green would suit his vibes more."
"that's exactly what i thought! that's why i brought mostly the green ones." he smiles brightly at you, and you answer with a nod.
5 minutes later, keonho asks you again. "would i look good in blonde hair? just like martin hyung."
"ask martin." james mumbles.
"you would! oh my god, it would be exciting don't you think, james?" you look at james—signaling him to agree with you.
"i don't know no james." james stares at you. who's james? where are baby, babe, honey and all the sweet nicknames going?
"okay, babe. it would be exciting, right?" you emphasize the word babe and squeeze james' thigh—forcing him to nod at your question.
"oh, i'm not hearing this." keonho closes his ears with both hands, causing you to laugh at his reaction.
15 minutes later, seonghyeon, martin, and juhoon come through the front door from the studio. everything went as planned and seonghyeon was so happy.
"you're coming! thank you so much!" seonghyeon gives you a brief hug and accepts your gift. "a ps5 for me? thank you! hyung is so lucky to have you." seonghyeon giggles and james just rolls his eyes.
the night is getting late. james drinks a cup of soda on the couch. martin plays an acoustic guitar and rumbles random melodies. seonghyeon and keonho play with the ps5 you just gave him. and you play chess with juhoon. "hey, that's cheating!" your voice heard— making james looks directly at your way.
"no, it's not." juhoon answered calmly. "you're not gonna win if you keep playing that old tactic, you know?"
"you know what? i always won back then using this 'old tactic'."
"that's why i called it old."
the two of you laugh and james' definitely not having it. he clears his throat and proceeds to stand. "i'm gonna get some rest. once again, happy birthday hyeon." he taps seonghyeon's shoulder before walking to his bedroom.
your eyes dart towards him until his figure disappears behind the door. you excuse yourself to the boys and quickly follow james. you knock on his door, "can i come in?"
after he said yes, you come in and see he is curling in his white blanket—his back faces you. you close the door and hug him from the back. "hi handsome." you smile and kiss his exposed cheek. "you look so handsome today." your compliment makes his cheeks blushed but he tries so hard not to smile.
he clears his throat. "thanks. you don't look bad either."
you mumble and play with his dark brown hair. "what happened, baby?"
"nothing."
"it seems like a thing." you answer him back calmly— still playing with his strands. he remains silent.
"are you jealous?" you bite your lips, trying not to laugh at this very serious situation.
james' eyes widened and he immediately turns around to face you. "what? me? jealous? no. absolutely not. why would i?"
you smile at his reaction and kiss his cheek. "you're looking extremely handsome today. what's with the glasses? i love it." you ignore his answer and touch his glasses.
"it's called fashion."
"i know, and you're looking too good with it." you pout.
"...okay, yeah. i'm jealous. but just a little. are you satisfied?"
to james, seeing you acting all pouty and clingy around him makes his stomach full of butterflies, just like how he met you for the first time. he loves you THAT much.
"i knew it!" you celebrate after his confession. "you could've just told me!" you cling your arms around his waist and rest your chin on his chest—looking up directly to meet his eyes.
"i don't wanna ruin hyeon's birthday." he looks to the other side—or basically anywhere as long as he doesn't have to meet your puppy eyes, because he would genuinely become a jelly right now.
"aww," you pinch his cheek. "you know you're the only person i love for these past 2 years. out of everyone in that room, i've been looking for you since i stepped in this dorm today."
"you're literally the sexiest man alive and i'm not planning to let you go that easily." you smirk at him.
"stop, it's getting cringe."
"but you love it when i compliment you, though."
"you're right," he smiles and wraps your body in his embrace. "i love whatever you do."
you stay at your position for a while. "if you have to choose, would you pick me or the boys?" he suddenly asks.
"you." you look up at him, finding he's already staring at you. "really?" his eyes brighten.
"no."
"BABE." james looks at you in disbelief.
"of course i choose you, you silly." you kiss his lips briefly. before he could kiss you back, you were already breaking the kiss. so he decided to chase after your lips, making it the sweetest kiss you had after a long day.
"hyung, did you see my—" juhoon's voice was heard with the sound of the door opening. "i didn't see anything!" juhoon left right after he saw the two of you.
james lets out a loud sigh and you laugh. "we need to lock the door next time."
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who would've thought sneaking out ONCE would make your parents decide to hire a bodyguard...
you could've understood a long lecture. maybe even getting grounded for a week. but a bodyguard? that was extreme, even for them. sure, your parents are famous actors, but you're not. no one really knows you, you're just their kid.
it was mid-evening and you were chilling in your room when your parents called your name from the living room.
"cominggg!" you yelled, dragging yourself off the bed.
you walked into the living room and froze for a second. there was a tall guy with dirty blonde hair standing there. he glanced at you, then quickly looked away.
"this is going to be your new bodyguard," your mom said, patting his shoulder.
"bodyguard?" you crossed your arms.
"yes. your dad and i decided it's for the best."
"but that doesn—"
your mom cut you off instantly. "don't complain."
"he's joining us for dinner, so be polite."
you had to force yourself from rolling your eyes. "okay," you muttered, trailing after her to the dining room.
the table was loaded with food. the new bodyguard politely pulled out chairs for both you and your mom.
"thank you!" your mom said brightly, then shot you a sharp look that meant say something.
"thank you," you mumbled. he just nodded and sat down.
"so what's your name again, sweetie?" your mom asked while cutting her steak.
"nishimura riki... you can call me niki," he said, bowing his head politely.
"nice to meet you, niki. i'm ___ and this is..." your mom gestured to you.
"i'm ___," you said flatly.
"and my husband is ___ — he's at work right now," your mom added.
"nice to meet you both," niki replied.
your mom clapped her hands. "well, let's eat!"
by the time dinner ended, everyone was full and the room had fallen into a peaceful quiet.
"oh niki, let me show you your room!" your mom said cheerfully.
room? you thought. having a bodyguard was bad enough. now he was living here too? this couldn't get any worse.
you followed them out of straight boredom, walking down the long halls of your massive house mansion until they stopped at a guest room.
"you can stay here," your mom said, gesturing inside. "unless you want another one—we have four more."
niki shook his head. "no, this one's great. thank you." he bowed again.
"of course. make yourself at home," she smiled, closing the door gently.
she turned around and saw you standing right behind her.
"still mad?" she asked.
"yeah."
"trust me, love, it's for the best, okay?" she gave you that sweet mom smile.
you loved her, and you knew she was just trying to keep you safe, so you dropped the attitude. "okay."
later that night, you were about to change into pajamas when your phone buzzed.
hey wanna come to a party with me and some others? i'm outside rn.
you peeked out the window and saw your friend waiting with a car full of people. you sighed and texted back.
alright.
you threw on shoes and a jacket and headed for the front door. you passed your parents room—both of them were already asleep. perfect.
you'd totally forgotten about the bodyguard.
right as your hand touched the doorknob, a tall shadow appeared behind you. you almost screamed, thinking it was an intruder, but he gently covered your mouth.
"do you wanna wake up your parents?" he whispered.
you relaxed once you realized it was just niki. he dropped his hand and crossed his arms.
"where are you going?" he asked, tilting his head.
"out."
"your parents don't want you out this late," he said, pointing at the clock.
"i'm an adult. i can go whenever i want."
"look, i'm just doing my job."
he stepped forward, glanced out the window at your friends, then looked back at you.
"those your friends?"
"yeah?"
"tell them you'll go out in the morning."
"i'm not doing that," you said, reaching for the doorknob again.
"okay, i'll say it then," niki shrugged.
"what?"
"c'mon, let's go." he nodded toward outside.
you stood there frozen for a second, which made him laugh quietly under his breath as he walked out anyway.
"where are you going?!" you whisper-shouted, rushing after him.
he walked straight up to your friend.
"who are you?" your friend asked, then she smiled. "wait, don't tell me she has a boyfriend..."
you finally caught up. "he's not my boyfriend. i don't even know this man."
"i'm her bodyguard," niki said bluntly.
"bodyguard?" your friend laughed.
you tilted your head back and sighed dramatically.
"yeah," niki continued, "and she can go out in the morning."
your friend looked between you two, then threw shrugged her shoulders. "okay." she headed back to the car.
you glared at niki as your friends drove off. "you're even worse than my parents."
he just laughed softly, shoved his hands in his pockets, and started walking back to the house like he hadn't ruined your entire night.
you rolled your eyes and followed.
once you were both inside, niki glanced back at you for a second. "goodnight," he said, continuing down the hall.
"night," you mumbled under your breath.
yeah, he's gonna be a problem, you thought to yourself.
it was morning when you walked down to the living room and saw niki talking to your parents. you instantly turned around to go back to your room, but your dad caught you.
"can we talk to you?" he asked.
you slowly dragged yourself over to the couch and sat down.
"so we figured out that you tried to sneak out again last night," your mom said.
you immediately looked at niki. he gave you a small smile. your parents noticed.
"niki didn't tell us anything," your mom added. "we have cameras, you know."
oh shit. you forgot about those.
"but since you're an adult, we'll let you go out at night."
if you didn't have any self control, you would've run laps around the living room cheering.
"really?" you asked, smiling wide.
"yep," your dad said.
"only under one condition."
"niki has to come with you."
you slumped dramatically on the couch and hid your face in your hands.
your parents glanced at niki. "she gets like this sometimes," your dad explained.
later that night, you were getting ready for a party, actually excited that you could finally go out late with your friends. the only downside was the constant thought of your bodyguard lurking around you.
niki was already waiting outside your room when you opened the door.
"okay, i'm ready."
he gave you a quick once-over. you were wearing a basic sleeveless black dress and boots—the most standard party fit ever.
you noticed him looking. "what, are you the outfit police now?"
"it's gonna be cold out."
"okay?"
"you should bring a jacket."
"i'll be fine, thanks," you said, already walking toward the door.
you got to the front door and started looking for your keys on the holder, but they weren't there.
then you heard keys jangling behind you. niki was holding them.
"your parents want me to drive you."
"what th—"
"your parents orders, not mine," he cut you off, opening the front door.
outside, he held the car door open for you. the drive to the party was quiet and awkward. you kept stealing glances at him. one thing you had to admit—he was good looking. too bad his annoying personality ruins it.
when you finally arrived and stepped out, the cold air hit you instantly. causing you to shiver. of course niki noticed, but he didn't say anything.
inside the party it smelled like alcohol and sweat, and niki grimaced. you looked at him.
"you don't like parties?"
"not really."
you hummed in response. it was weirdly the most peaceful conversation you'd had with him. nice, actually.
your friends spotted you and waved you over. you went to join them while niki stayed back. he tapped his foot for a second, scanned the room, then spotted a quiet lobby area with couches. he decided to lounge there, scrolling on his phone... until he eventually dozed off.
one to two hours—maybe even three? who's counting—passed when niki felt a sudden weight on top of him.
"you asleep?" you slurred, completely draped over him.
niki sat up quickly. "what?" he tried to push you off gently.
"you were asleep," you laughed.
"aren't you... you paused, trying to collect your drunk thoughts. "aren't you supposed to be a bodyguard? i don'ttttt think they sleep on the job."
"you smell like alcohol," niki said, finally sitting you up properly.
"'cause i drank alcohol," you answered like it was a obvious question (cause it was).
"so you're drunk?"
"take a guess." you slouched back into the soft lounge chair.
niki rubbed his face. "fuck," he muttered under his breath.
"we should go," he said, gently grabbing your hand.
"why?" you asked, but followed him anyway.
"we need to get you home."
you were too tired and drunk to argue.
the second you stepped outside the party, the cold air hit you again. by the time you reached the car you were shivering hard. niki opened the door for you, helped you in, then sighed and took off his jacket.
"take this," he said, handing it over before closing your door and getting in the driver's side.
you slid the jacket on (backwards, but whatever) and that stopped the shivering.
when he pulled into your big driveway, he got out and opened your door again.
"need help?" he asked, reaching out his hand.
"nope." you said confidently. the second you stepped out, you nearly ate shit.
niki stifled a laugh, helped you up, and made you grab his shoulders for support.
he walked you all the way to your room and waited until you sat on your bed.
"you should drink some water," he said, grabbing the bottle from your bedside and handing it to you.
you took a few sips.
he started backing toward the door. "alright, night."
"wait!" you called.
"hm?" he turned, eyes soft.
"can you stay in here for a little?"
he froze. "uhm, i don't kno—"
"i won't tell my parents you let me get drunk."
he rested his head against the doorframe for a second, then sighed. "alright."
he walked back in and sat on the floor next to your bed.
"uhmmm do... do you wanna talk or something?" you mumbled, still drunk.
you looked down from your bed and saw he was already asleep again.
you caught yourself smiling a little, then slouched down on your unmade bed. except you couldn’t sleep. after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, you glanced back at niki on the floor and made the drunk decision to slide down next to him. you curled up beside him, head resting on his shoulder.
niki's arm came around you without him waking up. cuddling was for sure NOT a part of the job, but here you both were.
Pairings: Demon!BTS x f!reader, Yoongi x reader (main), everyone x everyone
Summary: You accidentally summon a demon after a few drinks with your friends and manage to make him mess up his ritual to get back home. Now you're stuck in hell with a morally grey squad of demons who take you in (some more welcoming than others) and promise to try and bring you back to where you belong. Getting to know them during your warm holiday down south makes it clear though, that you're not the only one in need of help.
Genre: Fluff, smut, reader has multiple sexual partners, everyone is horny as hell, a bit of reverse harem (but not every single member), it's hinted at that reader isn't Korean and doesn't really know about the culture, it's also hinted that she's around the same age as BTS, reader has a cat!!, strangers to lovers, found family, comedy, but also trauma and angst, crack in terms of their idol lives being re-written to fit into hell (Bang PD is the devil for example), fantasy elements (demonic powers, the underworld, magic)
Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content (MxF, MxM, MMF). Blasphemy in case it wasn't obvious. Every member has a pretty traumatic backstory, so beware of the following topics (spoilers): Eating disorders, self hatred about sexuality, previous addiction, depression, previous self harm (mentioned, not detailed), memory loss, childhood abuse (mentioned, not detailed), rape (mentioned, not detailed), murder (as part of their job).
Status: Ongoing
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genre: idol au, established relationship, angst, pfp
summery: you waited the last six months for the love of your life to finally come home. and when he finally does with his uniform crisp, with open arms, smile bright—you realize some things can’t be rehearsed. some things break the script entirely. especially the kind of love that arrives shaking, breathless, and swollen with surprise.
warnings: military discharge, birth control failure, unplanned pregnancy, soft angst, lots of crying, oral!f receiving, breast play, fluffy emotional sex, mentions of body insecurity, aftercare,soft domestic jimin 😜, pregnancy cravings, brief depictions of labor & childbirth
word count: 5,819
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The sun raked across Jimin’s cheeks as he smiled for the camera, standing shoulder to shoulder with Jungkook in front of the training facility gates. Cameras flashed, reporters called his name & cheered from behind barricades.
It was a brief blur of gratitude, bows, and polite words rehearsed more times than he could count.
But none of it felt real.
Not the neatly pressed uniform or the click of camera shutters. Not even the company assigned car idling by the curb, ready to take him away from duty and back to the life he left behind.
The only real thing waiting for him, he knew, was you.
His fingers twitched as he climbed into the van, the smile he offered through the tinted glass fading the second the door shut. He blinked out the window, watching Jungkook’s van pull off first, laughing as it fishtailed slightly before catching traction again.
Typical.
Jimin glanced at the empty seat beside him and frowned, just for a moment.
You were supposed to ride with him. It wasn’t like you to skip something like this, especially after so long apart. His last leave was six months ago. Six months without your voice in his ear at the end of each day, your fingers in his hair, your warmth pressed against his side in bed.
You had said you wanted to surprise him. That you had something special planned.
And okay… you were terrible at keeping secrets. Always a little jittery. Always giving yourself away with the tilt of your smile or the too quick shuffle of your feet.
Still, Jimin’s stomach rolled with unease as the city blurred past the windows.
—
The apartment was dark.
Not dim. Not softly lit.
Dark.
The curtains were all drawn tight. The only light came from the blue glow of the television and the soft amber of an accent lamp in the corner. Even from the entryway, he could feel the chill in the air—sharp, unwelcoming.
He set down his overnight bag, toeing off his shoes with a frown.
“Honey?” he called gently, stepping farther inside.
No answer.
Then he heard the sound of a soft sniffle and the flicker of movement from the living room.
He found you bundled on the couch, a blanket pulled up to your nose. Just your eyes peered over the edge at him, wide and glistening. The sweater you wore hung loose around your shoulders.
You smiled weakly. “Welcome home.”
Jimin’s heart swelled and ached in the same breath.
He moved toward you, arms already outstretched. “Come here, pretty girl. Let me hold you—”
You jerked the blanket tighter.
“Don’t.”
His hands paused midair. “What? Why not?”
“I… I’m not feeling well,” you muttered, voice trembling.
Immediately, Jimin crouched beside the couch, his fingers brushing your forehead. “You’re freezing. Why is the apartment so cold, honey? Have you eaten? Are you sick?”
You flinched at his touch.
His brows drew tight. “Hey. What’s going on?”
The look in your eyes, a tortured mix of fear, guilt, and panic, sent alarm bells ringing down his spine. The hairs on his neck stood up like ice.
“Talk to me,” he whispered. “Why are you looking at me like that, baby?”
You swallowed thickly, tears already welling, bottom lip trembling.
“I’m sorry,” you said suddenly. “I’m so sorry, Jimin. I didn’t mean to—fuck—I didn’t mean for it to happen—”
His heart stopped.
“What happened?” he asked, voice cracking. “Why are you apologizing?”
You shook your head, rocking slightly under the blanket. “I don’t want you to be mad at me. Please don’t be mad. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose—”
“Hey, hey—breathe, baby,” Jimin said gently, kneeling now with both hands on the couch as he tried to see your face. “I’m not mad. I promise. Just tell me what’s wrong.”
“You can’t promise that!” you cried, eyes wide. “You don’t know what I did!”
He tried to smile, to keep the panic at bay. “Yah,” he said playfully, “Aegi-ah, why are you acting so weird? Just tell me what’s wrong, right now!”
“Don’t yell at me!” you snapped, voice breaking as the tears spilled over.
Jimin’s breath hitched. His expression sobering immediately.
“No—no, aegi-ah, I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Shh, don’t cry, please don’t cry, baby. Don’t cry—tell Jimin-ie what’s wrong, yeah? Whatever it is… we’ll figure it out. Together.”
He watched your lip tremble. Watched your hands clutch the edge of the blanket like a lifeline.
Then, with shaking fingers, you began to push it off. Your breathing was ragged as you shrugged out of your sweater. And beneath it, round, unmistakable and impossible to ignore was the soft, swollen curve of your belly.
Jimin stared.
Everything around him slowed to a whisper.
You were crying before you could speak, words tumbling out like stones.
“I didn’t know—I swear—I kept taking the pill and I didn’t miss a day. I—I double checked the window every time, but it still—it still happened. I didn’t want to trap you—I’m not trying to ruin your life, I swear, it’s just—do you know how low the failure rate is? It’s like 0.1%—but that’s still me, because of course it’s me—”
“Stop, baby,” Jimin whispered.
But you didn’t.
“I wasn’t—I wasn’t hiding it to be manipulative, I was scared, and I didn’t want to do this through a letter or video call, and you’ve been so stressed, and I know this isn’t what we planned—”
“Stop,” he said again, firmer this time.
He surged forward and gently wrapped you in his arms.
You froze.
Jimin buried his face in your neck, arms locking around you like a lifeline, and whispered, “You didn’t ruin anything. You didn’t fuck up. You didn’t trap me.”
You choked back another sob, fists clutching his shirt.
“I’m scared too,” he admitted softly, “but not because of the baby. I’m scared because you’ve been here… alone… carrying this without me.”
You broke.
And Jimin held you tighter.
“You’re not alone anymore, okay? I’m home. And I’m not going anywhere.”
—
You didn’t realize how long you’d been crying until your throat burned and your eyes felt raw.
The couch cushions had shifted beneath the weight of your grief and Jimin’s comfort, and now you were curled sideways into his chest with his arms around you like a shield. He rocked you without rhythm, just enough to soothe, thumb stroking slow circles against your side.
Your body trembled, and he didn’t let go.
“I hate this,” you whimpered against his shoulder, your voice thick and wrecked. “I’m sorry—I can’t stop crying. I’m trying. It’s just—fucking hormones.”
Jimin chuckled softly, lips brushing your hair. “You don’t have to explain. I’ve never been pregnant, but I’ve had to live with Jungkook during a breakup. I know a hormonal crisis when I see one.”
You snorted, wet and weakly, but the sound made him smile.
He kissed the crown of your head, his voice low. “When did you find out?”
You swallowed. “End of the first trimester. I kept… I kept thinking it was a stress thing. Then I started getting sick every morning. And… my smell sensitivity kicked in.”
Jimin hummed. “And the doctor?”
“They said based on the scans, it likely happened about six months ago.”
Jimin blinked.
Then his brows lifted.
“Wait—six months? You mean…”
You nodded, already burying your face again, your entire body overheating with embarrassment. “Yeah. During your last visit. That morning. On the couch.”
Jimin stared down at you, eyes wide.
And then he burst out laughing.
Your head snapped up. “What?”
He doubled over, wheezing through the laughter, eyes tearing up. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?!”
He wiped his eyes, still grinning. “We had this running bet in the barracks. Just something dumb to keep morale up. We were all guessing who was gonna come back home to a surprise baby or a panicked voicemail or a crying girlfriend on base leave.”
You blinked at him.
“And what?” you asked. “You lost the bet?”
“I didn’t bet on myself!” he howled, clutching his stomach. “I bet on Taehyung! Taehyung!”
You groaned, covering your face.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Jimin. I—”
“No,” he said quickly, firmly, cutting through your apology before it could root. “Stop that, baby. No more of that, okay?”
You sniffed, hands dropping slowly from your eyes.
Jimin cupped your face, brushing away the tear tracks with his thumbs. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You made a human with me. Us. You don’t get to apologize for that.”
You nodded, breath still shaky. “I was just… scared you’d be mad.”
He kissed your forehead. “I’m not mad. I’m overwhelmed, yeah. But not mad. Not even close.”
There was a moment of silence. Just the hum of the apartment and the background sound of the TV playing something long forgotten.
Then Jimin glanced down. “Can I…?” His hand hovered slightly above the curve of your stomach.
You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
He smiled, eyes soft and big as he placed both hands on your belly. Spreading his fingers wide, thumbs brushing gently along the swell. You watched his eyes go glassy, his mouth parting like a breath had just caught behind his heart.
“Hi,” he whispered, leaning down. “I’m Jimin-ie. I’m… your appa. Kind of new to the job, kind of scared. But I already love you, so much.”
He kissed your stomach. Once. Twice. Again.
“I’m gonna try really hard not to screw this up, okay?” he murmured, speaking to your skin. “I’m gonna be there. Every day. Every appointment. Every craving. Every weird hormonal meltdown.”
You let out a quiet laugh.
“I’ll help pick out the name, the crib, and paint the nursery. I’ll do the midnight bottles. The lullabies. All of it, honey.”
He looked up at you then, cheeks flushed, hands still gently cradling your belly.
“I’m all in.”
Your throat tightened, tears welling again—but this time, for a very different reason. You slid your fingers into his hair, tugging him up gently to kiss you.
And he kissed you like the promise he’d just made.Like a man finally home and finally whole.
—
The kiss deepened before either of you really noticed.
What began as a thank you, a you’re home now kiss, softened with relief and tears, slowly gave way to something hotter, heavier. Your fingers curled tighter in his hair. Jimin’s hands slid from your belly to your waist, gripping like he needed to pull you closer.
You shifted forward until your knees straddled his thighs on the couch, and Jimin hissed beneath you, like he was trying to remember how to breathe.
It hit him then, all at once.
You were pregnant.
You were pregnant.
With his baby.
His breath caught as his hands slipped over the gentle curve of your stomach again, slower this time, more intentional.
He got you like this.
He did this.
You were swollen and round and glowing and gorgeous and his, and he hadn’t seen you in half a year, and now—
“Shit,” Jimin breathed, hips twitching beneath you as the blood in his veins surged south. “Baby… fuck. You’re carrying my baby.”
You flushed, squirming a little on his lap.
“And you’re so sexy,” he murmured, mouth dragging along your jaw, your neck. “You’re perfect. You’ve always been perfect, but like this—fuck, I can’t—”
He moaned again, hard and straining beneath you now, one hand rubbing slow circles over the small of your back as the other gripped your thigh.
“I made this,” he said in disbelief, voice turning hazy. “We made this. And right here, just like this, is how it happened.”
He tilted his head, nuzzling your neck as he pulled you down snug against the outline of his cock.
“Right here on this couch,” he whispered against your skin, grinding up slowly. “We’re in the same position as when I knocked you up.”
You groaned and slapped his chest lightly. “Don’t say it like that. And don’t talk to the baby about sex right before sex!”
Jimin cracked up, his laugh warm and breathless against your shoulder. “Already a bossy momma,” he teased, licking a slow stripe along your throat.
You squirmed again. “Jimin—”
His breath hitched, and he moaned again at the word. “God, momma,” he whispered, hands smoothing up your back, “you don’t even know what that’s doing to me.”
His tone dropped, growing deeper, hungrier, and you felt it. The shift. The heat. The effect that word had on him. The knowledge that you’d created a life.
His hands were trembling now, moving beneath your shirt slowly.
“Can I take this off, honey?” he asked, nodding to the tshirt swallowing you whole. “I wanna see you. Wanna see what’s mine.”
You nodded.
Jimin swallowed, then lifted the shirt carefully. You helped him tug it over your head, and the second it was off, he went still.
You weren’t wearing a bra.
Your breasts were heavier than he remembered, full and flushed and on display for him, your nipples peaked from the chill of the room and the ache of your arousal.
Jimin’s eyes darkened.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so beautiful.”
He cupped your breasts gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples as you gasped softly.
“Does this feel okay?” he asked, immediately concerned.
You nodded quickly. “Yes—Yeah, it actually feels really good.”
“Yeah?” he said, kissing the top of your chest. “Can I…?”
You nodded again, breath stuttering as his lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue swirling slowly, hand splayed against the curve of your back for support. He moaned at the taste of your skin, kissing and suckling with soft hunger, flicking his tongue just right.
You sighed and rolled your hips, your cunt slick and throbbing, grinding right over the thick, hard press of his cock.
Jimin groaned—mouth still on your chest—his hands guiding your hips in a rhythm that made him tremble. Even now, with you straddling his thighs, bare from the waist up and glowing with heat and flushed emotion, Jimin moved like you were the most fragile, exquisite thing he’d ever laid hands on.
He couldn’t stop touching you.
“You feel so good like this,” he murmured. “So warm. So soft. Fuck, I want you, baby. I need you.”
You moaned, rocking your hips with more force.
“You’re sure?” he asked, hands cradling your hips. “You feel okay?”
You nodded, breath catching as you rocked against his lap again. “I’m okay. I want this, Jimin.”
He pressed a kiss to your sternum. “Okay, I’ll be careful with you, promise.”
He tugged his fatigues open, button by button, and shoved them down just far enough to free his cock, his boxer briefs dragged down with them. He hissed softly as the fabric peeled away to reveal him already painfully hard. Flushed tip wet, the whole length throbbing from the weight of wanting you.
But the moment your hips lifted, lining yourself up above him, his breath caught for another reason entirely.
He realized something.
You weren’t wearing anything else.
His eyes flicked up, wide. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
You shook your head, embarrassed and breathless. “Anything clingy is my worst enemy right now. Most of them don’t fit anyway.”
Jimin moaned like you’d just told him the sky was on fire.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he whispered.
And then slowly, so slowly, he guided you down.
The head of his cock pressed at your entrance, and the second your slick walls wrapped around him, Jimin’s jaw dropped open in a silent gasp.
“Fucking hell—”
You whimpered above him, trembling, your body shuddering from the stretch and pressure. Even with how wet you were—soaked, he realized—your walls gripped him like they’d been missing him as much as the rest of you had.
You sank down inch by inch, both of you panting, your hands braced on his chest, his fingertips digging into your hips like he was anchoring himself to reality.
Once he was fully inside, Jimin couldn’t breathe.
“Oh, honey,” he moaned. “I’m not gonna last. I swear to God, if you move—”
You did.
You rolled your hips slowly, moaning as your oversensitive body responded instantly. Every clench, every drag of his cock along your inner walls making your voice break with pleasure.
“Jimin—oh fuck—it’s so much.”
He nodded frantically, head lolling back against the cushions. “You’re so fucking soft. So wet—Jesus, baby—how are you this tight?”
You whimpered again, thighs trembling.
“I don’t know—everything’s just so sensitive now.”
And he could tell.
The way your hips moved in slow, quivering circles. The way your walls pulsed around him with every breath. The way you clenched hard at the smallest shift of his body.
Jimin gritted his teeth, trying not to thrust up. Trying to let you ride him, slow and safe, even as his cock throbbed like it couldn’t handle another second untouched.
“You’re doing so good,” he rasped, hands sliding up your sides, cupping your heavy breasts again. “Let me take care of these, yeah?”
You nodded, flushed and already falling apart.
He leaned in, suckling your nipples with devotion. His tongue teasing just enough to send a new wave of moans tumbling from your lips. He alternated between your breasts, worshipping your body with kisses, murmurs, and trembling hands.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered. “Full of me. Taking me like you need it.”
Your hips stuttered.
“I do,” you gasped. “I do need it—”
And then it hit.
Your orgasm tore through you without warning, walls fluttering around him, your body tensing up, hands flying to circle his shoulders as you cried out.
Jimin’s eyes flew open. “Holy shit—”
The feeling of your orgasm was too much.
Too tight.
Too wet.
He growled low in his throat, trying—fighting—to hold back, but the way you squeezed him, the way your body milked him for everything he had…
“I can’t—fuck, I can’t—”
He moaned your name like a prayer and came hard, hips jerking up once, twice, as his cock throbbed deep inside you, his cum spilling into your fluttering heat.
He buried his face in your neck, arms wrapped around you like he’d fall apart without the anchor.
“Fuck,” he panted. “You’re incredible, baby.”
You trembled in his arms, still catching your breath, still half floating.
—
Jimin was still buried deep inside you, your body soft and trembling in his arms, the air thick with sex and affection. But even after coming that hard, he didn’t want to let go.
Didn’t want to pull out.
Didn’t want to be anywhere but right here.
Instead, he wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you.
“Jimin—” you gasped, clinging to his shoulders. “You’re still—!”
“I know,” he whispered, voice thick. “I can’t help it. I want you again.”
He stood, carefully, adjusting your weight against him, keeping your bodies connected as he walked—slow, steady steps down the hallway toward the bedroom. His cock throbbed inside you with each step, and you clung to him, laughing and moaning as the movement pushed you deeper onto him.
“Still so full,” he panted, voice shaking with love and need. “Still so fucking perfect.”
By the time he stepped into the bedroom, both of you were flushed and breathless. He lowered you gently onto the bed, his hands never leaving your body, kissing you softly as he finally slipped out of you.
“Stay right there,” he whispered.
He stood and stripped the rest of the way down—tugging his fatigues off with eager hands, discarding the last of his clothing until he was bare.
Then he looked at you. And froze.
You were lying on your back, hair splayed across the pillow, lips kiss bruised and cheeks flushed. Completely naked and bared to him, and you were glowing, round and full with the life he gave you.
Stretch marks kissed your hips and lower belly, silver and gold under the soft light. You moved to cover them with trembling fingers, shame flickering in your eyes.
“Don’t,” Jimin said, voice low.
“I just… they’re not—pretty,” you whispered. “I didn’t want you to see—”
“Don’t.” His voice cracked.
He crawled onto the bed with quiet urgency, kneeling between your legs, his eyes wide with awe. “Are you serious? These?” His fingertips traced the soft curves of your belly and hips. “These are from me. These are from our baby. These are fucking beautiful.”
You blinked up at him, lip trembling, tears threatening again.
Jimin lowered himself, mouth to your belly, kissing every line, every mark, every soft place that had shifted and stretched.
“I love this body,” he murmured between kisses. “I love how it changed. I love how it knows how to carry something so precious. You’re beautiful. You’re amazing.”
He kissed lower—down to your thighs, your hips, then between your legs, licking up your slit as you moaned and arched into his mouth.
“Let me show you,” he whispered.
And then he was sucking your clit.
His tongue worked in soft flicks, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit with perfect pressure as two fingers slid slowly inside you, curling up and stroking until your entire body shook.
“Jimin—fuck—I’m gonna—”
“I’ve got you, honey,” he murmured. “Let it happen.”
And then…something definitely happened.
Your back arched. Your thighs clenched around his head. You screamed, sobbing his name as your release gushed from you, soaking his chin and the sheets below.
You trembled in disbelief, gasping for breath.
Jimin sat up slowly, licking his lips, wide eyed and flushed.
“Holy shit,” he breathed. “You’ve never—?”
You shook your head.
He grinned, biting his lip. “Okay. Well. We’re doing that again.”
You laughed breathlessly, still shaking, and he leaned over to kiss you slowly and messily before positioning himself between your thighs.
“Let me in again, baby,” he whispered. “Let me love you again.”
He guided himself to your entrance, pausing only to press a soft kiss to your belly.
Then he slid in.
This time was different. This time he knew your body again. Knew your rhythm. Knew what felt good.
He rocked into you slow, holding himself up on trembling arms, watching every expression flicker across your face. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, your lips, your chin—his hands roaming up to cup your breasts again, rubbing gentle circles over your sensitive nipples as you moaned into his mouth.
“Still okay?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” you gasped. “More than okay.”
He moved a little deeper, a little faster.
Your hands gripped his waist, your legs curling around his hips as he built the rhythm, every stroke sending sparks across your skin.
“I can’t believe I get to do this,” he whispered. “I can’t believe this is mine. You. Our baby. This life.”
You moaned again, hips rolling to meet his.
He picked up the pace. Not quite rough, but deeper now. His pelvis grinding into your clit just right as your body trembled beneath him.
When you came again it was quieter this time, whimpering into his neck as you clung to him, your pussy pulsing around his cock.
Jimin growled against your shoulder, hips stuttering.
“That’s it,” he gasped. “Milk my cock—come on, baby—fuck, you feel so good—”
And then he followed your lead, buried to the hilt, cumming inside you with a soft, broken moan, his whole body shaking as he collapsed into your arms.
After the final tremble passed through your body, Jimin didn’t move for a while.
He stayed there—curled around you, one hand on your thigh, the other gently brushing the curve of your belly, his cheek resting just below your breast, lips parted against your skin.
His cock had softened, his heart hadn’t. It overflowed with feeling.
You both lay wrapped in the quiet for long minutes, breathing together, heat lingering like the final note of a song that neither of you wanted to end.
But then he stirred.
He kissed your sternum and whispered, “I’ll be right back,” before gently sliding from the bed. You whined softly, shivering when the air hit your skin, and he tugged the comforter up around your shoulders before jogging to the bathroom.
When he returned, his hands were full—warm glass of water, a clean washcloth, and a soft towel. He knelt beside the bed, mindfully parting your thighs with delicate fingers, and began to clean you up with careful movements.
You flinched slightly, still sore, oversensitive, and Jimin paused immediately.
“Sorry,” he whispered, “I’ll be extra gentle.”
You looked down at him, lips curling faintly. “Jimin, I’m not made of glass.”
He gave you a look—half scandalized, half adoring.
“You’re not made of glass,” he echoed, carefully blotting between your thighs, “but you’re carrying very precious cargo.”
You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming. “You’re going to make me cry again.”
“Too late,” he said, setting the cloth aside and crawling back into bed beside you. He wrapped an arm under your shoulders, the other smoothing across your belly like instinct. “It’s my turn, anyway.”
You snuggled closer, forehead pressed to his temple as he pressed soft kisses to your cheek, your jaw, your lips, each one slower and more tender than the last.
He sighed, brushing his thumb across the slope of your stomach. “Gotta take care of my girls.”
You blinked.
Your head tilted.
“Did I… already tell you the sex?”
Jimin froze.
He looked up slowly.
“…No.”
You raised a brow.
He sat back, blinking in disbelief. “Wait. Wait.”
You laughed, wide eyed. “Jimin—”
“It is a girl?!”
You bit your lip and nodded.
And Jimin collapsed beside you. His face buried in your stomach, arms curled tightly around your waist, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
You ran your fingers through his hair as he cried.
“Oh my God,” he whispered against your skin. “A girl. I have a daughter.”
He lifted his face and kissed your belly. Once. Twice. Over and over.
Then he pressed his cheek against your bump and whispered, “Hi, little cherry blossom.”
You blinked, heart stuttering. “Cherry blossom?”
“That’s what she is,” he said, eyes glassy. “Beautiful, and soft, and new.”
You swallowed thickly, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “You’re going to be such a good dad.”
He smiled, radiant and trembling. “I already feel like one.”
You nodded, thumb brushing under his eye. “You already are.”
And in the quiet that followed, Jimin curled around you again. His lips pressed to your belly, whispering soft promises to his little girl as you drifted to sleep with his love surrounding you like a fortress of love.
—
The apartment smelled like roasted sesame oil and toasted seaweed the moment Jimin opened the door.
It was almost midnight.
Practice had run late again—dance rehearsals dragging into vocal drills, vocal drills into a spontaneous team meeting about camera blocking and choreography marks.
He was exhausted, his hoodie clinging to his neck with sweat, shoes dragging a little more than usual.
But he still made the detour.
Because it had been two days.
And his baby, his girls, deserved their chicken.
“I’m home,” he called gently, pushing the door shut with his foot as he balanced the steaming container in both hands.
He spotted you immediately.
You were perched at the breakfast bar in one of his oversized tees. Looking achingly soft, stretched over your belly, with your hair swept into a messy bun on top of your head. A pair of chopsticks in your hand, a spoon in the other. A cup of barley water shimmered in the low kitchen lighting.
Your eyes lit up when you saw him.
“I knew it,” you said, grinning. “I could smell it down the hall.”
Jimin beamed. “One rotisserie chicken for milady,” he declared, setting it down in front of you with a dramatic flourish.
You laughed, already pulling the container open, the rich, savory aroma spilling into the kitchen like a hug.
“Smells amazing,” you murmured, already picking through the soft, steaming meat.
Jimin leaned over and kissed your temple. “It better. This place has your order memorized now. Chicken stuffed with garlic rice, extra drippings, sesame glaze on the side.”
You hummed happily, mouth already full, as Jimin stood behind you with his hands gently stroking your belly.
“Hi, Blossom,” he whispered into the crown of your head, smiling at the swell of your stomach. “Daddy brought your favorite.”
Your belly shifted slightly, a subtle roll just under his palm.
“Oh—!” Jimin gasped, eyes lighting up. “Was that a ‘thank you’?”
You snorted through your food. “Either that or she’s fighting me for the last thigh.”
He chuckled, thumb tracing slow circles over your bump as he continued speaking to her like she could understand every word.
“She’s been so active lately,” he said softly. “Think she’s excited?”
“She better not get too excited,” you muttered, spooning more rice onto your plate. “She still has a few days on the clock.”
Jimin smiled, stepping back around the bar to pull out the stool beside you. He flopped into it with a quiet groan, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Practice was brutal today,” he said, voice dipping into that familiar, raspy exhaustion. “We were polishing the floor with our sweat by the end of it. Tae almost passed out doing the chorus for the sixth time.”
You reached over, brushing your knuckles along his cheek affectionately. “You’re doing amazing, though.”
He smiled, watching you eat. “Can’t lie. I’m excited about this comeback. It feels… good. Different. Like we’re really starting fresh.”
He rubbed your belly again, tone softening. “It feels like everything’s starting over.”
You nodded, chewing slowly, eyes warm.
And then it hit. A tight, low ache clenched across your belly, enough to pull a small gasp from your lips as your spoon clattered to the plate.
Jimin was up in a second.
“What was that?” he blurted. “Was that it? Are we—? Should I get the bag? Where’s your charger? Do we need to call—?”
“Jimin.”
He stopped, wide eyed, practically vibrating with panic.
You exhaled slowly, pressing your palm to your bump. “It’s just a Braxton Hicks. Not the real thing.”
“But—but how do you know—?”
You gave him a look.
He swallowed, sitting down slowly, still tense as he reached out to feel your belly again.
You grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it.
“I’ll know when it’s time.”
Jimin nodded slowly, but his gaze stayed fixed to your belly like he was waiting for it to glow or send up smoke signals.
You smirked. “I promise you won’t miss it.”
“I just…” He exhaled, rubbing your stomach gently. “I don’t want to mess anything up. I want to be ready.”
“You are,” you said, voice soft and sure. “You already are.”
He leaned in and kissed you, thumb brushing just beneath your navel.
“Still,” he murmured. “Next contraction, I’m putting on my shoes.”
—
The room was too quiet.
Too full of everything that had just happened and somehow, impossibly, not enough.
Then came the cry.
High. Piercing. Clear as glass.
A wail so loud and sharp it rang off the walls, and for a split second, Jimin forgot to breathe. Then the doctor laughed gently and said, “She’s got your lungs, dad.”
And just like that, his knees gave out.
He barely registered the slick weight of her being placed on your chest. She was red and warm and still covered in the traces of you, tiny arms flailing as she cried out with pure, unfiltered life.
You gasped, overwhelmed, arms trembling as you reached to cradle her. She fit like nothing had ever fit before. Like she belonged right there, a heartbeat echo of your own.
And Jimin…sobbed.
Collapsed against the edge of the bed, his hand covering his mouth, the other pressed against the fragile, damp curve of his daughter’s tiny back.
“Oh my God,” he choked. “Oh my God, honey, you did it—you did it. You’re amazing. You’re incredible.”
You turned your face, damp with sweat and tears, toward him and he kissed your temple again and again, crying into your skin.
“You gave her to me,” he whispered. “You gave me our daughter. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.”
She whimpered again, tiny voice softening, cries turning to little breathy hiccups as Jimin stroked his fingers down her back with infinite care.
“Hey,” he whispered, brushing the damp curls on her tiny head. “Hi, blossom.”
You inhaled shakily, eyes wide as you looked down at her. “Jimin…”
“I know,” he whispered.
His thumb swept across the arch of her tiny back, eyes shining with tears as he leaned in, lips ghosting just over her head.
“Hi, Jihyun,” he whispered, saying it aloud for the first time. “My little cherry blossom. Jihyun-ah. Appa’s here.”
Her whimpers softened again, her breathing growing slower and steadier, the sound of his voice was already something familiar. Like something she’d been waiting to hear on the outside.
Jimin turned to you, blinking fast through tears. “She’s here. She’s really here. You did so well, baby—God, you did so well.”
You smiled through the haze of exhaustion, cheeks wet with tears, your chest still heaving with disbelief and joy. “She’s perfect.”
“Just like her mom,” he whispered, kissing you again on your forehead, your temple, the cheek, anywhere he could reach. “I’m so proud of you.”
The nurse approached then, voice gentle. “We’ll just take her for a moment to clean her up and check her vitals, okay? You’ll have her back soon.”
You nodded reluctantly, and Jimin hovered as they carefully lifted Jihyun from your chest. He pressed one last kiss to her head before she was cradled into the nurse’s arms and carried to the bassinet just across the room.
Both of you watched.
You, eyes wide, mouth parted in wonder.
Jimin, still crying, one hand clutching yours tightly while the other wiped at his soaked cheeks.
“She’s so small,” he whispered, voice cracking.
“And so loud,” you added, grinning weakly.
“She’s got her father’s vocal cords,” the nurse teased, smiling over her shoulder.
Jimin let out a laugh that crumbled into another sob.
You turned to him, reaching for his cheek. “Jimin, take photos. Videos. We have to send them to the guys—and our parents.”
He nodded, fumbling for his phone with shaking hands.
“I want to remember this forever,” you added, voice soft. “I want her to see how much we loved her from the very beginning.”
Jimin lifted the phone, but before he could snap the photo, he looked at you again.
And it hit him all over again.
The woman he loved, glowing and flushed, tears in your eyes and a proud, tired smile on your lips. His daughter, just feet away, healthy and real and breathing.
His heart couldn’t hold it.
So he whispered, “Thank you,” one more time.
And took the picture with trembling hands and love overflowing.
tags : ‘what are we’ ahh, fluff and a little angst if you squint (because there’s nothing happy about being in a situationship bro), do they hate eo or what bro idk
now playing : crush - yuna
w.c 1.3k not proofread and intended lowercase, happy reading !! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <33
all works are fictional and are not related to real life people and events!
“there’s no way you guessed the killer right,” you gasped, your hand paused from running your fingers through jay’s shiny, black hair. “is this really your first time watching this movie or did you lie to me about that?”
“just accept your defeat and let it go, it’s not that deep.” the low scoff that came from the man whose head was placed on your lap made you finally look away from the screen. when you looked down, jay’s eyes had already found yours.
“you’re genuinely so irritating, i hate myself for asking you to come over.” you murmured.
a few hours ago you had impulsively send a text to jay asking him if he wanted to hang out and watch a movie or something. it was the weekend and your parents were not home, leaving you bored out of your wit and extremely hungry. so the reason you begged jay to come was so he could keep you company and hopefully make you something to eat.
and he did all of that, without hesitation.
although he would complain about how you can never do anything yourself and joked about you being scared to sleep alone like you were still a little girl, you never really took offence to any of the comments.
“you’ve always been slightly obsessed with me, and that’s okay because there’s no shame in it.” jay smiled, provoking you and testing your patience.
“you think you’re so smart,” you rolled your eyes at him, giving his hair a sharp tug. jay groaned softly at the sensation, and his hand was just as quick to pull back at your luscious curls. “asshole—“
before you got the chance to get back at him, jay pushed himself off you and tackled you down to the couch. he had his knees pressing into either sides of you, his huge form looming over you. he did not waste the opportunity to attack you at your weak spots, quick fingers tickling you until you were out of breath.
you thrashed against him as your laughter fills the room, your head thrown back into the soft cushion as you struggled to break free from him.
“okay, okay, i take it back!” you giggled while grabbing his hands, weakly gripping on his wrists to restraint him just a little bit. “you are not an asshole.”
“that’s right i’m not,” he sighed, pecking your forehead before dropping his weight next to you. “watch how you talk to me cause i won’t go easy on you next time.”
“ew brother, that sounds so… icky.” you faked a gag, your fist covering your mouth. you were looking at him to see if you could gouge another reaction from him.
“i’m not your brother,” he glared at you, as if the nickname was some kind of insult to him.
“you are! sort of.” you shrugged. “i mean, even my parents sees you as their second son at this point.”
you noticed the shift in his expression when he looked away, and you couldn’t help but ask him why he reacted that way. what you said wasn’t wrong though, your family loved him as if he was one of their own and vice versa. so what was up with that face he made?
“oh i know, you hate the idea of me being your sister.” you laughed softly. “i don’t mean it like that, what i’m saying is—“
“god, i know you’re slow but i’m not expecting you to be so dense.” jay cut you off without even looking at you, catching you off guard.
ouch? now why was he acting passive aggressive?
“dude, chill out.” you let out an awkward chuckle, threading carefully with your actions to not agitate him any further. “did i say the wrong thing or something? i’m sorry if i did.”
jay glanced at you once and let out a deep sigh before shaking his head. “it’s nothing, don’t hurt your head trying to figure it out.”
“jay, what’s your problem? i’ve apologised and you’re still giving me the passive aggressive attitude.” you rebut, your voice slightly raised and tone sharpening.
“i’m not—“ he stopped himself and groaned roughly, frustrated. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be rude.”
“no because you acted weird right after i said you were like a brother to me,” you scoffed.
instead of answering, jay tilted his head to your direction and just stared at you. the silence that followed after was nervewrecking because you were slowly putting the pieces together.
“i never thought—“ you started, but the word died on the tip of your tongue in the end anyway. “well shit, this is awkward.”
“yeah, i definitely should’ve been more normal about it huh?” jay chuckled in an attempt to cover his nervousness. “now you can call me an asshole.”
“jay,” you sighed, unsure of how to put your thoughts into words.
throughout the years you two have been friends, the idea of dating jay had crossed your mind once— when you were in high school. it was when your girl friends were all flaunting about their love life and you were the only one who never really had any romantic experience beyond a 2 months situationship.
your friends joked about you asking jay to be your boyfriend, and you only thought about it shortly before the idea of you ruining your long term friendship came to your mind. so you buried it at the very back of your mind, you reminded yourself to be casual about everything you do with jay.
even though some of the things you guys did together were deemed too intimate to be done as ‘just friends’.
now sitting before him and having this conversation was slowly pulling that idea of exploring a relationship beyond platonic with jay back to the front of your head.
“i mean, i’m not opposed to it.” you cleared your throat, looking away shyly as your cheeks heat up.
“what?” his voice came out in a short breath, like he couldn’t believe this was happening too.
“friends to lovers is just so wholesome you know? the idea of having the person who you know and trust so much becoming the love of your life and all.” you added, stealing glances at him from the corner of your eyes.
“you’re such a geek,” he commented as he grab your chin and slowly turn your face towards his. “can’t even look at me while you drop that bomb on me.”
“god, you really are irritating.” you sighed as you slowly lean into him, your gaze moving back and forth between his brown iris and his soft lips.
“and i really want to kiss you,” he whispered softly with a quiet chuckle as he brushed your noses together.
“no correlation whatsoever by the way,” you muttered as you pressed your lips to his, your lashes fluttering as you close your eyes to savour his taste on your tongue.
jay moved his arms to wrap around your waist and brought you to his lap. the kiss deepened in the new position you two were in, and neither of you were thinking of pulling away just yet.
when you two finally broke the kiss to get some air, jay flashed you his charming smile as he fix your hair, making your stomach flutter.
“if i remembered correctly, that was your first kiss.” he said, and you felt your face growing hotter than it already was.
“god, shut up.” you groaned in annoyance as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. jay tighten his embrace around your waist and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“okay, pretty girl. anything for you.” he smiled against your skin. “by the way, i definitely googled who the killer was in the movie earlier.”
“asshole,” you mumbled into his neck.
“your asshole now.”
a/n : wait this is lowkey cringe but oh well !!!! #cringeisfree i hope y’all enjoyed this because this came to me impulsively after i saw the softest jay edit to earrings by malcolm todd. so i thought before i throw the angst that the longfic is gonna be at you guys i should at least serve a plate of fluff first lolz 😋 IM SO SORRY IF THIS SUCK
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