Bts | Reaction | Attention
[ this is my weakness homigod - hope you enjoy, thank you so much for requesting !! ]
Rated (M) for mature.
➸ You were already on thin ice with Jin since the night began. With not only wearing the dress he kindly asked you not to wear - due to the generous amount of skin it showed - but also because you were being nothing but a tease. Not wanting to be at the dinner in the first place, being a brat was the only way you were certain he would drag you home to teach you a lesson. Which is what you’ve been aiming for all week.
The first step to your plan was the dress. The next being that you openly flirt with a couple of the boys, or even just some guys that would try to start a conversation with you and then deny it when Jin confronts you. You knew what you were doing, he knew that you knew, and that only pissed him off a lot more. Which is exactly what you wanted.
Now, came the final step that you were positive was going to be the last straw to break his composure. And, boy, were you more than right about that. When seated at your assigned table, Jin didn’t hesitate to grip your forearm and pull you in roughly - making sure that you were the only one to hear him.
“You’ve been defiant all night, princess. I’m asking you nicely to fucking behave yourself. Do not embarrass me, do you understand?” His voice sounded so strained, that it practically made you shiver with excitement. Your plan was working beautifully.
Without a response, you lean in closer than physically possibly. Confused as to what you were up to now, Jin nearly rammed his knee against the table in shock before almost choking on air. Were you seriously biting his ear? Right now? And why wasn’t he pushing you away? Why was he enjoying it? Question after question flowed through his brain at lightning speed - your sudden action of affection catching him off guard to the point he almost forgot where he was and nearly let out a small moan.
Quickly coughing to cover it up, he gently grips your chin - smiling just to throw off anybody who might be watching the two of you. But, his eyes were definitely a dead giveaway, no longer their sweet brown; more like a pitch black. Returning the sweet smile right back at him only seemed to add fuel to the fire that was now building up in the pit of his stomach.
“Oh, just wait until I get you behind closed doors,” he says through clenched teeth. “You wanted my attention - now you’ve got it.”
➸ It was currently 11:58 PM, and your forever hardworking boyfriend still hasn’t touched his side of the bed. This would be the second week in a row that you’ve been sleeping alone - and each time you not only grew lonely, but sexually frustrated. The lack of affection from him was driving you up the wall, you’re more snippier than usual, and even though you hate to admit it - you just can’t get off without him anymore. The light that rarely ever turned off from across the hall only made your blood boil even more - he was blowing up the electricity bill with this nonsense.
Of course, you knew how important his career was to him, always being his number one supporter no matter what. But, it would be nice if he would reciprocate and show you that you mattered, too. Just a simple ‘I love you,’ or even a peck on the cheek would be reassuring enough to let you know you’re not invisible in his world. Or even simply just coming to bed!
You aggressively ripped the covers off your body, nearly slipping when your sock covered feet came in contact with the hardwood floor. Huffing as soon as you regained balance, you marched your way to his home studio, mentally hyping yourself up that you will get Min Yoongi to pay attention you - and take his ass to bed.
Once you walked in, without knocking, his writing only stops for a split second before it regains motion again. “What you doing up?”
He didn’t even bother to look up.
Fighting the urge to scoff, you cross your arms. “I should be the one asking you that. You’ve been at this since you got home, baby, it’s time to shut it down for tonight.”
It was like you didn’t even speak at all, his eyes still trained on the notebook in front of him. “Mmhm.”
You nearly strangled him right then and there. For someone who enjoys sleeping all the damn time, one would think he wouldn’t be such a night owl. Come to think of it, that’s probably why he does sleep quite often - his reacquiring late night sessions with his music was messing up his sleep pattern.
Suddenly, an idea pops into your head, making a Cheshire-like grin spread across your face. If you have been denied sweet release for so long, so has he. Yoongi was just as sexually frustrated - his lack of sleep only fogging over that part of his brain - but all it took to bring it back was the right touch.
And you knew just how to do it.
Sauntering your way over to the desk chair, you grabbed it by the back and swung it to face your direction. With pen still in hand, but no longer connected to the notebook, he stares at the space where his desk used to be - confused as to where it had gone.
Finally looking up and realizing you had turned him around, before he could even voice his annoyance of you getting in the way of his work, the mere sight of you starting to straddle his hips was enough to shut him up. Maybe it was the pent up frustration from the lack of sexual contact - but Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time you felt so good sitting on top of him. Now looking up at you with hooded eyes, his pen falls from his finger tips as his hands find their way around the curve of your ass. It wasn’t until you leaned downward to press hot kisses against his neck did you finally regain all of Yoongi’s attention. From the sound of him already groaning in response, you knew he needed this just as much as you did.
“Fuck, jagi…what do you need - tell daddy what you need.” He heavily panted, hips bucking desperately to create some sort of friction, grip on your backside tighten with every suck you gave his neck. “You have m-my attention…”
➸ Your recent argument spiraled into something much more complicated than the actual topic itself. In your eyes, Namjoon was smothering you. You had brought up that he never trusts you enough to hang out late with your friends, or even so much as have a normal conversation with a guy. Apparently, that didn’t sit right in his stomach.
“You’re being over-dramatic, Joonie, all I want is space! That’s all!”
“So, I try to protect what’s mine from guys who are trying to steal you from me, and now I’m suddenly a dictator?” He seethes, pacing back and forth while you watched from your spot on the couch. “Honestly, Y/n, I have a feeling this isn’t about me.”
“Oh? Then what is this about? Enlighten me, with your high IQ.”
“You like the attention. Every time we go out with your so called ‘guy-friends’ you make sure I get pissed off! You like getting a reaction out of me.”
“You’re insane.” You shake your head, standing up from the couch. “There’s no way you’re that full of yourself, that you actually think my life revolves around making you jealous.”
Namjoon shrugs his shoulders in such a condescending way, all you could do was scoff.
“Whatever, be that way. I’m going out, or do you wanna tag along and make sure I don’t try any funny business with the bartender - like I supposedly did the last time.” You grabbed your keys from the coffee table, hurrying to put on your shoes. That argument ran longer than you expected, so now you were late.
Now it being his turn to shake his head, he plops his tall frame onto the couch, resting his hands behind his head. “Nope. Have fun.”
Halting for a split second, you turned your head in his direction with a raised eyebrow. Namjoon did nothing but take out his phone, his focus on the small screen rather than your retreating form heading for the door.
“You’re being for real?”
This time he didn’t even respond with words, just a low grunt. Rolling your eyes at his sudden immature behavior, you decided to take advantage of this little ounce of freedom you had tonight - having a feeling by the time you got back, it would be right back to the over-protective Namjoon.
But, little did you know - you would be mistaken.
Three weeks have passed since your little argument, and you were starting to catch on to a pattern about now. Every time you would tell him you were going out, or you would be home late, all he did was grunt. Grunt, grunt, grunt. The only time you would get a worded response was when he came home from practice, and told you he was going to bed.
It was starting to drive you nuts, the fact that he’s now putting little to no effort in knowing what you did anymore - like he didn’t even give a shit if you ever came back or turned up dead. Not to mention, if we were being honest, you two haven’t fooled around in those three weeks. Since you’d be coming home late, he would either be in the bed already or passed out on the couch. Usually he would be wide awake, waiting for you, and sometimes it ending in the both of you having lazy sex before bed.
But, ever since that argument - you’ve gotten nada. And it’s made you bitchy beyond belief. Him ignoring you was definitely icing on the bitter cake. By now, you had figured it out. He was doing this on purpose.
“Are you fucking serious with this, Namjoon? You’re being so childish for no reason, all I want is for you to trust me - I hate that this was the only way for me to get freedom, but now I’m over it.” Not even a grunt this time; your blood pressure was definitely going through it at the moment. “Kim Namjoon - I know you hear me talking to you!”
Marching up straight to him, you didn’t hesitate to grab his phone out of his hand, catching him completely off guard - but didn’t mean he was going to give you the satisfaction of letting you know that. But, you did happen to catch the faint smirk that was slowly creeping onto his face. He was enjoying this.
“You think this is funny? What point are you exactly trying to prove here, huh?” Namjoon leans backward with his hands behind his head, the smirk no longer hidden as he stared up at her with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“Tch, someone’s a little on edge. Feeling a bit frustrated? Angry? Am I giving you enough space - wouldn’t want to be smothering you, baby.”
“So, you are still heated about what I said.” He loftily shrugs. Sighing, you place his phone on the coffee table before straddling his waist. Having to bite his lip to keep from groaning at the position, Namjoon tries to look anywhere else but at you. “Joonie, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. And to be honest…It was more fun to go out, and have you be jealous all the time. It was sort of a fucked up way of showing me that you cared - at least the nights you didn’t come, you would at least wait up for me. But, now you don’t do anything, and that scares me. I feel like I made you stop caring…”
Subtly, you slowly start to grind - making the poor boy’s eyes start to pop out of his head as he still fought not to look at you. “I’ll admit…sometimes I get touchy with my guy friends to get a reaction out of you - but I can’t help it. You just look so sexy when you’re mad, Joonie~”
He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped when you started to grind a little harder, his hands subconsciously gripping your waist tightly which he grit his teeth to keep from making anymore sounds. Now it being your turn to smirk, you lean in closer to where he could feel your breathing fan over the side of his face, mouth now slightly agape as you blew cold air into ear. Mentally cursing himself for wearing sweatpants, it was very obvious that he was enjoying what you were doing - him too missing these late night sessions. He only did all this to prove a point, sure he was correct all along in the end, but now he no longer gave a shit.
As soon as your tongue connected with his hot skin, then followed by your lips to finally your teeth - Namjoon needed you now more than ever.
“I do like the attention, I do~ Please pay attention to me again, Joonie. I won’t go out as much anymore, I’ll stop making you jealous on purpose, just please - I need you.” You had his attention, alright.
And then some ;)
➸ It’s not like he was doing it just to spite you, it was his job. It’s not his fault that he’s busy, out there doing what he loved, while thousands of fans cheered him on. But, that didn’t mean he had to completely shut you out.
Unintentionally speaking, you knew how extra your boyfriend could get when he performed - it was just how he was. Hoseok was a perfectionist when it came to choreography, it was another language he spoke, his passion.
Anytime something would pop into his head for a new dance move to try, just like Suga, away went the rest of the world. It didn’t matter if it was Tinashe herself, Hobi wouldn’t notice - he was in the zone. And, man, was it hard to get him out of there. You would know.
You were currently trying now.
After returning home from a long day of your activities, all you were looking for was just a little cuddle time with your favorite ray of sunshine. The thought of him waiting for you with open arms was enough to bring you out of your funk just a little bit…until you heard the music blasting from upstairs. And that only meant one thing: Hobi’s in the zone.
But, not this time, you thought. Tonight you were going to get his attention back no matter what. He would be leaving soon for their world tour, and dammit if you didn’t get at least one night of some loving before he left, you swore you would be salty the whole entire time he was gone. Or until you ate some food - whatever comes first. Shedding out of your day clothes and into a loose tank with some spandex shorts, you decided that, today, you were in the mood for a little dance lesson.
The beat of the music shook your insides more, the closer you got to the dance studio next to your shared bedroom. Not even bothering to knock, there in his sweaty glory was none other than the dance junky himself - Jung Hoseok. Grinning slyly at how smooth and precise his movement was, you couldn’t help but to stop and take a minute to admire his technique. He and Jimin don’t play when it came to dancing, that’s for sure. His dancer hips was a personal favorite of yours. Even with all the mirrors that surrounded the room, Hobi still didn’t notice you walk in - his eyes literally trained on every step, every hip thrust, every facial expression that he made to burn it into his mind, until it felt natural. If it wasn’t for you turning off the lights, nearly bursting out laughing when he screamed, he probably never would have noticed.
“Y/n? Is that you?” He whimpered.
Turning the lights back on, you could no longer hold in the cackles when you saw the look on his face. Even though you didn’t do it often, for his sake, you loved scaring him when you had the chance. He was the king of facial expressions, making it 10x more fun.
“Yah! Stop laughing!” He pouts, rushing over to pause his music. “When did you get home, I didn’t even-”
“Hear me come in? Yeah, I know. Not too long ago, just wanted to come up and join in the fun.” You watched as his eyes scanned your attire, before a playful scoff is his only reply. “What?”
“Jagi, you can’t dance.”
“I can hold a beat!” You defend. “Besides, even if I can’t, I still got the world’s best dance teacher in the world. Not to mention the best boyfriend, who would love to teach the best girlfriend a few moves~”
You bat your eyelashes as your tread closer to where he stood. Hoseok, not being able to resist when you acted like this, sighs before nodding his head.
Leaning closer to pinch your cheeks, he restarts the music and rushes to stand behind you. “Alright, first you set your feet like this. Good, now, just simply swing your hips from side to side.” Doing as you were instructed, you weren’t expecting him to straight up start giggling in your ear. “N-Not like that - oh god…”
“What?” You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “What am I doing wrong, we haven’t even started yet!”
“Exactly, you’re just that bad.” He continues to giggle.
Pursing your lips at him through the mirror, the ghost of your grin from earlier made an appearance, as now was a more perfect time than any - finally being close enough to get what you’ve been wanting for the longest. Swiftly turning on your heel before he had time to catch his breath, you snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer than physically possible. If words could describe the look on his face - priceless.
“Jagi? W-What are you doing?”
Using one finger to trace the back of his neck, you could practically feel him shiver at your touch. “You’ve been ignoring me for far too long, Hobi. I understand that this is important to you, I do. But, am I not important anymore?”
He gulps, hands still upon your hips, the sensual beat of the music still playing in the background. Shaking his head slowly, eyes fluttering as you continued to tickle the back of his, Hoseok licks his lips once he found the right words.
“Of course you are, I-I just..I’ve been busy lately, that’s all. You know how this tour is gonna be big for us, and I’ve just been-I’ve b-been-ah~”
Not expecting you to just lean in while he was talking, and practically nip at his throat, Hoseok tightens his grip on your hips as small gasps fell from his lips. The faint taste of salt hits your tongue as it decides to join in the assault, marking him deeply to get your point across.
Pulling away with a small pop, you marveled in the fact the he practically whined at the loss of contact. “I just wanted to give you a sneak preview of what you’ll miss out on when you leave. I could give you the full show, buuut…you seem busy~”
Before you could even think about pulling away, Hoseok didn’t even loosen his grip upon your hips, only tugging you even closer - until you could blatantly feel what you’ve just done to him.
“Never too busy for you, princess. You officially have my attention~”
➸ Jimin thought it would be funny to ignore your desire for kisses all day. When you would lean in for a small one, he would swerve the other way. When you asked nicely, he’d make it seem like he would finally give you what you wanted - only to whisper a small ‘sike’ and run away. Even when you tried to sneak one, he was childish enough to hit you with a goddamn pillow.
You were not happy.
You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine - you just didn’t know where to start. Jimin was slick, he was slippery - his friends made it look so easy to trick him, but whenever you tried, it always ends up blowing up in your face. What were you doing wrong?
“You’re trying to out-think Jimin with your brain, noona.” Jungkook would chuckle, patting your head.
“Is that not the normal thing to do when you want to trick someone?”
“Well, yeah, but he’s used to that type of method by now. I mean, all six of us have done it to him that way numerous of times. He’s expecting it.”
“Then, what do you propose I do - oh, wise Jeon Jungkook?” You raised up from laying face down on the couch, your eyebrow soon following. “Because, by all means, I’m all ears.”
The maknae does nothing but grin for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re a woman, Y/n, his woman. Use that to your advantage - make him want you, instead of the other way around. You can trick him in a way us guys never could - with lust.”
You stayed silent as you stared at the younger with a disturbed expression. But, after a moment of replaying the advice in your head, it was scarily starting to make sense. Thanking him for his help, you make your way to your shared bedroom to change into something a little more…appropriate.
It was movie night in the BTS dorm, which was the perfect time to play out the maknae’s pure genius advice. Everyone was winded down, dressed in their pajamas and ready for you to start the movie. The only problem was - you were no where in sight. Taking a look around, Jimin asked Jungkook where you might have gone - since he was last to be with you.
“She went to go change, I think.”
Smirking at the mere thought of you changing, Jimin thought that would be the perfect opportunity to tease you a little before the movie stared - then he could tease you some more while it played. Already so confident in his plan as he practically skipped to your shared bedroom, you could just imagine the color draining from his face once he caught sight of what you had changed into. You were wearing one of his shirts with a pair of boy shorts underneath. How he knew that, you wonder? When he walked in, you were practically bent over - searching for a movie that was kept in a little cabinet next to his bed - giving him a full view on what he’s been missing out on, all day long.
You wouldn’t have known he came into the room until he let out a small, almost inaudible, whine from the door. A slow grin crept onto your face, as you did everything in your power to make your current position even more sensual than it already way. Wiggling your hips slowly, making it seem that you were trying to take some of the pressure off your knees, you could practically hear him drooling at the door. Hm, not too fun being a tease now is it?
Deciding to finally stand, you played it off as if you hadn’t heard him come in, feigning innocence. “Oh, I didn’t see you there! Sorry I took so long, I was looking for your favorite~”
You handed him the movie while keeping his intense eye contact. His mouth still hung open slightly as he stared, what he just witnessed left it dry and unable to produce words. It wasn’t until you slowly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, tilting your head to the side. You didn’t miss the subtle way his eyes trailed down the path of your exposed neck - your hair being up, and giving him full visual of the unmarked skin.
“Is something the matter, ChimChim? You look a little troubled.” His mouth slowly closed followed by a lick to his bottom lip. Dropping the movie you had given to him, he went to wrap his arms around your waist - only for you to roughly grip them and pin him to the wall next to the door. Where that boost of strength came from was beyond him, but it sure was a turn on.
Your innocent act didn’t take long to fly out the window, your face now just as dark and menacing as his. No longer having the patience to talk, you slowly lean in toward his plump awaiting lips, them parting slightly once again - anticipating the feel of yours after a whole day of avoiding them. But, the satisfying warmth your lips would give never came - making the boy scrunch his eyebrows in confusion. It wasn’t until he felt them attach to that spot below his ear, that his face instantly relaxed as a breathy moan fell from his own.
But, as fast as the pleasure came - it was quick to go, as well. Back came the scrunch in his eyebrows as his eyes fluttered open, his breathing coming out in pants as he now stared at you with bewilderment.
“Aw, you didn’t think after all the shit you’ve pulled today, I would give you what you want so easily, did you?” Looking down for a second, you bit your lip to keep from giggling at the painfully noticeable hard on he now had.
“J-Jagi, you can’t leave me like this!” He practically whimpered, begging you with his eyes. “I’m sorry I was being a little shit all day - I promise I’ll make it up to you, please I need you so bad…”
“Will you be a good boy for me, Jiminie?”
He gulps before nodding. “Y-You have my attention.”
➸ this gif is pretty explanatory lol
➸ as well as this one.