jin: jin hands would find their way to your shoulders as you groaned and slumped down into a seat at the table. “do you wanna talk about it?” when you shook your head, jin simply continued his ministrations and placed kisses on the back of your neck. many more kisses made their way up your neck and finally to your lips as you felt the tension begin to leave your body. “thank you jin,” you whispered, to which he merely hummed and pressed his lips to yours again.
yoongi: as soon as you had slammed the door behind you, yoongi knew you had a bad day, and as the protective boyfriend he was, he was determined to make you feel better. yoongi grabbed your favorite blanket from the edge of your shared bed and draped it over your shoulders. “yoongi-,” you began but he quickly hushed you. “relax,” yoongi’s steady voice and comforting hands were already beginning to make you feel better.
hoseok: hoseok would immediately pick up the phone and place an order for your favorite take-out place. “but hobi,” you frowned at the thought of him spending money. “hush,” hoseok smirked, “you know i love spending money on my baby.” his words made your neck and cheeks flush a deep pink color, your hands immediately going to your face to try and hide it. “don’t do that,” hoseok said while pulling your hands away, “you’re always gorgeous, no matter what.”
namjoon: namjoon would basically push you down onto the couch, demanding that you relax. after a few minutes of trying to escape, you had finally given up and resorted to making yourself comfortable on the couch. “which one is your favorite?” namjoon asked while holding up two of your favorite movies. huffing, you pointed to the one in his right hand, “that one.” namjoon smiled and put the movie on, pulling you into his lap and forcing you to relax for the rest of the night.
jimin: jimin’s head turned after hearing you sigh for what seemed like the 10th time in the last minute. without saying anything, jimin went to the bathroom and began to run a bath, making sure to drop in your favorite bath bomb. “baby!” jimin called for you, and you followed the sound of his voice into the bathroom, where he was waiting for you inside the tub. “jimin what-,” you began. “come join me,” jimin said with a bright smile. you shook your head before climbing in with him.
taehyung: taehyung knew laughter was the best medicine, so he was determined to make you smile after you had returned home with a frown on your face. “baby~,” taehyung’s voice teased as he gathered you into his arms, beginning to kiss you everywhere. “tae,” you laughed as he kissed a sensitive spot on your neck. taehyung’s fluffy hair brushed over your cheeks as he continued to attack your neck with kisses, “there’s that beautiful laugh.”
jungkook: jungkook knew that you needed your space to cool down, but that you also needed comfort sometimes. “come here baby,” jungkook said. you huffed out a breath and made yourself comfortable on his lap. jungkook’s arms immediately wrapped around your waist as he began to softly hum in your ear. the muscles in your shoulders began to loose their tension at the sound of his voice. “thank you kookie,” you whispered, giving him a soft kiss on his lips.
Warnings: Smut - NSFW – Sexual themes, inappropriate language, nudity, handjob,
fingering, squirting, unprotected sex - please guys if you’re going to be intimate with someone, please use protection. Also if you’re underage, please don’t read this.
Author’s Note: Hi guys, I don’t even know what to say about this. I think this
is the most smuty thing I’ve ever wrote ahah so all I can say is I hope you
enjoy it. This is also for @marvelous-fvcks writing
challenge. I hope you like it! I did my best. And please guys, tell me what you think of it. I’m so nervous for some reason ahaha.
Prompt Word: Hickey
Letting out an irritated groan, [Y/N] rolled over in her bed. With her eyes still closed, she pawed for her phone that was obnoxiously buzzing on her night stand. Yanking the charger out, she opened an eye to see that it was a facetime from Tom is better than Harrison👍👌🙌. Groaning again, she slid to answer.
“You better have a damn good reason why you’re facetiming me at three in the morning, Holland.” Regrettably sitting up, she tried to adjust to the brightness of her phone.
Tom gave an apologetic grin, “I miss you, does that count as a good enough reason?”
[Y/N] tried to fight back the smile but gave in. Playfully rolling her eyes, she squinted at his surroundings. It appeared that he was at the beach and that it was sunnier than hell. She instantly became jealous. “I was going to let it be a good enough reason but now I see your ass is at the beach and I’m pissed again.”
“Oh but love,” Tom pouted. “I can’t help if I’m shooting near the beach.” Jutting out his bottom lip, he pulled his sunglasses up on top his head. “If it helps, it’s really not that much fun.”
“Mhm, yeah okay.” She said sarcastically.
“I’m being completely one hundred percent serious.” Tom flinched when a fan walked past and waved. It always made [Y/N] giggle when fans did that. It always caught him off guard and he’d have mini heart attacks because he’d never be aware of his surroundings when he facetimed with her. “I really do miss you.”
Shifting into a better position, she laid on her side with her head propped on her hand. “I miss you too.”
“Will you please come to me?” Tom asked.
[Y/N] took a deep inhale, she hated when Tom asked her that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was because she hated planes. She became extremely anxious and would nearly have a panic attack every time. “You know I can’t.” She finally said.
Tom frowned, “Please, baby.”
“I promise it won’t be that bad. You just have to make it here and then you’ll have me on the way back. I just miss you so much.” Tom pleaded, he hated being away from her for too long. It made him go a little mental when he was apart from [Y/N].
“I’d be on a six hour flight, Tom.” [Y/N] whined. “And then getting used to the time zone switch.”
“Please,” Tom dragged out. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He wiggled his brows and laughed at her expression.
“Is that why you want me to endure a six hour anxiety induced flight because you just want some?” She asked with a raised brow.
Tom laughed again. “I mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get some if you came.”
“Thomas Stanley Holland, if only your mother heard you right now.” She warned.
“I’d be in a shit load of trouble.” Tom responded as he took a seat on a bench. “I’m almost certain she believes we’re still virgins.”
“I don’t think you give your mother enough credit. We’re twenty and have stayed in multiple hotel rooms together since we were eighteen. I’m sure she knows we’re not saving ourselves for marriage.”
“Well I am. I’m saving all of me just for you.”
Rolling her eyes, she yawned. “Wrap it up, kid. I’m sleepy.”
“[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], please for the love of god, will you get on the next plane and come to me.”
“Tom,” she whined again. “I’m seriously about to have a panic attack thinking about it. What do you think is going to happen if I do get on a plane for six hours.”
“You’ll probably hyperventilate and scare the shit out everyone that’s sitting beside you.” Tom shrugged his shoulders at her expression, “You asked.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“No you don’t.”
“I really do.”
“Ahh, you really don’t.”
“I mean I could if you were here.”
“Thomas!” [Y/N] shrieked.
Laughing, Tom ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, just please come. I really need you. I’m getting so unbelievably stressed out right now and you always know what to do and say to make me feel better.”
[Y/N] groaned, she hated when Tom used that whole ‘you make my stress go away’ ruse. But, she knew at the same time that it wasn’t just a trick to get her there. She really didn’t know how she made Tom’s stress disappear but she did. “Baby.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She groaned. “When I wake up later, I’ll look up the flights okay?”
Tom smiled, “Let me know which one and I’ll pay for it, okay?”
“Absolutely not.” She countered.
“What? Yes.” Tom snapped back, his brow raised. “I kind of peer pressured you into coming here, so let me pay for it okay?”
“And let you pay for my hotel room too? This is how it goes, you always pay for everything.”
“Of course not. You’re staying with me.” Tom grinned, “And I’m supposed to and before you hit me with the whole sexist shit, it’s also because I want to. You’re my Queen, baby.”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Won’t be soon enough. I love you, get some sleep.”
“I love you too and don’t worry I plan on it.” She blew him a kiss and ended the call. Setting her phone back on her nightstand, she sighed into her pillow. Reaching down to pull the collar of the hoodie she wore to her nose, she inhaled Tom’s scent. At least she’ll get to steal another hoodie of his when she visits. [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to count the number of his hoodies she had in her closet. And she was amazed that he kept buying them knowing that they would end up with her.
Smiling as she fell asleep, she couldn’t wait to see and feel him again.
-Request: Can I do a reaction were the reader and the bts members (individual ofc) have sex for the first time (both first time) and while they are doing it, it hurts for the reader but she doesn’t say anything because she wants it to be special then after they finished she goes in the bathroom and cries? I hope this isn’t confusing!-
Thanks for the request!
Jin was slightly confused as to why you had immediately got up from the bed to go straight to the bathroom, but he tried not to think anything of it. He noticed how it had been quite a while that you had been gone, so he decided to check on you. As he approached the bathroom door, he heard you softly crying, and Jin’s eyes widened.
“(Y/n)! Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that.”
“No! You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just..”
You trailing off only made Jin worry more, but he was patient and gave you your time to think before you finished your sentence.
“When we had sex it seemed to really hurt me a lot, and I didn’t want to tell you to stop because I didn’t want to ruin the moment. And now I feel like an idiot.”
Jin felt extremely bad for going too rough on you, hating the fact he couldn’t tell by himself that you were in discomfort.
“You should have told me to stop. I’m so sorry, Jagi. Can you come out from the bathroom? I want to hold you.”
Yoongi heard you on the other side of the bathroom door, sobbing ever so quietly. He knocked on the door softly, not wanting to startle you.
“Baby, what’s going on?” He asked, feeling concerned. He felt himself tense up as a thought crossed his mind, but he had to ask about it. “You didn’t want to have your first time with me, did you?”
You was quick to respond to him. “No, it’s not that at all. Of course I wanted to have my first time with you.”
Yoongi felt relief wash over him and he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Why have you locked yourself in the bathroom? You need to tell me what’s going on.”
You sighed. “I..” You didn’t know how to say it, so you decided to put it bluntly. “It hurt.”
Yoongi already knew what you were talking about straight away, and he frowned. “Baby, open up the door. You know I’d never want to hurt you. You need to tell me next time if it hurts, okay? I won’t be offended. I want you to enjoy yourself.”
Namjoon was very cautious when you both shared your intimate moment together, asking you if you was okay and if he was going too fast, so he didn’t quite understand why you he heard you crying in the bathroom after.
“Baby,” Namjoon softly cooed, his forehead pressing against the bathroom door. “Why are you crying?”
You wished you could have told him during sex that you had felt pain because you wouldn’t have been in this state otherwise, but of course you didn’t want to tell him to slow down because you wanted him to feel good.
“Please answer me - I need to know.”
You took a shaky breath before answering. “I feel like I’ve ruined everything. You asked me countless times if you should slow down but each time I said no,even though I did feel pain.. I just feel silly. I should have said something.”
Namjoon sighed. “You really should have said something. Your pleasure comes before mine, and it always will.”
Hoseok was extremely heart broken to hear you, from the other side of the door, in what seemed like, floods of tears. He knew he was the cause of your sadness, but he tried remaining as calm as possible, knocking gently on the door.
“Jagi.. Don’t hide yourself away - talk to me.” Hoseok’s voice was soft, which had made you feel slightly more at ease. You opened the bathroom door, and Hoseok immediately wrapped his arms around you. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
You nodded. You explained to him that he was being a little too rough, and that it caused you great discomfort during sex.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll be more gentle, and please, don’t hesitate to tell me to stop.”
Taehyung never had wanted to hurt you. All he cared about was you feeling good, and because you hadn’t told him to stop, he got too carried away, lost in how good you felt around him. Once Taehyung asked what was wrong as he heard your faint crying, you told him it was because he was being too rough, and that you felt ashamed with yourself that you didn’t even have enough courage to tell him to stop.
Taehyung dragged you back into bed, peppering kisses on your forehead, and repeatedly telling you he was sorry.
“I should have stopped.. I’m really sorry, (Y/n). You’ve got to tell me when it hurts, okay?”
Jimin went into complete panic mode when he heard you crying. He didn’t like knowing you were upset, and it made him very nervous that you sprinted away into the bathroom straight after sex. Jimin wanted to give you your own time in the bathroom but he felt himself growing impatient, and his worry for you was suffocating him.
“Hey, why are you so upset? Is it because of me? Did I do or say something wrong?”
It scared him even further that it had taken you a long time to reply. Your thoughts were scattered all over the place, and finding the right words to tell him was a struggle. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“Jimin, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my fault.”
“What do you mean?”
You told him how you felt uncomfortable during sex, and he had caused you pain which made you unable to really enjoy your first time.
“Open the door, please.. I’ll make it up to you. I should have known to be careful. God, I’m an idiot.”
“What did I do? I hurt you, didn’t I? I know I did. I can’t believe I wasn’t gentle with you.”
Jungkook was frantic, telling you numerous things through the bathroom door. He kept blaming himself, feeling extremely shameful he hurt you during the most special time you both would ever experience.
“Jungkook, it’s not your fault..”
“It is! I didn’t make it special enough for the both of us. I can’t apologize enough.”
There was a small gap of silence between the both of you, until Jungkook finally spoke up again. “Can you open up this door and let me make it up to you? And this time I’ll be gentle, I swear.”
author’s note: my original plan for this was how the boys would react/help you if you were having a bad day, but then i thought about their comeback and how tired those babies must be and i hope they’re taking of themselves and each other; so long story short, have the reverse of that idea instead disclaimer: all gifs are credited under each boy’s name as cr., none of the gifs used here are my own; they are cropped for uniformity and easy reading warnings: lots of fluff, jimin is a brat
“Jin? Baby, wake up, you have to eat something,” you gently rock him awake. Jin slowly wipes the sleep out of his eyes and cuddles further into the blankets.
He hates feeling sick. As the oldest, he feels it’s his responsibility to take care of the others, but he can’t do that when he’s sick. He’d much rather be helpful than helpless.
But he loves being babied by you. Jin would never admit it, but loves the attention, the care, the concern in your eyes. Maybe this is why Jungkook likes being the youngest so much, he thinks. He understands that you’re there for him twenty four seven, in sickness or in health, but he’s particularly fond of your motherly tendencies when he’s under the weather.
“Did you make soup?”
When you nod your head in confirmation, it’s as if whatever bug has been biting at his immune system has suddenly vanished, and he perks up. You chuckle, because Jin truly is a child at heart, and shake your head, “Sometimes, I feel like you’re only dating me for my soup.”
He playfully shrugs his shoulders, and sits up. This is his favorite part of the routine after all. Is he taking advantage of his situation? Perhaps, a little, but it’s okay, he loves you all the same.
He just loves you a little more when you feed him.
“You know you’re 25 years old, right?” you tease, but continue to spoon him soup, nonetheless.
“Hey, you can’t call me old, I’m sick,” he protests.
“Hello, sick, nice to meet you.”
Jin pauses, slowly swallowing his food and looking at you like a child looks at a jar of cookies. “God, I love you.”
Unless you have the unfortunate displeasure of attempting to start a conversation with Min Yoongi on one of his bad days, it’d be hard to tell he was having one in the first place. Not because of his (over exaggerated) indifferent attitude to most things, but simply because Yoongi would rather keep everything to himself and deal with it himself; it’s his battle to fight, or so he claims. But, if you look hard and know him well, there are little traits that stand out amongst the worst of days.
He walks a little faster. He seems to be in a rush to get to do something or get away from someone. His usual cute waddle is replaced with storming purpose and it’d be unwise to step in his path, even if, you claim to be his saving ray of sunshine, Jung Hoseok.
He sighs more frequently. Whether it’s out of frustration or fatigue is dependent on the situation, but you can hear the little exhales all day long if he chooses to stay and work in his home studio.
He eats less and drinks more. Add about three extra cups of dark roast Americanos to his usual diet and subtract one full lunch.
He doesn’t reply to his texts. Contrary to popular belief, Yoongi is quite good at communication; he believes it’s a vital part of understanding another person and maintaining any kind of relationship. So he usually responds in a timely manner (unless he’s sleeping), and is good at holding conversations. But unhappy Yooongi is dead to world.
Finally, the tell-all that Yoongi’s been having a bad day, is that when he comes through the door, or finally leaves his studio for the day he has only one thing in mind; he finds you seated on your couch, takes the empty spot next to you, carefully places his head in your lap, and gently guides one of your hands to his head. With gentle fingers combing through his tousled hair, suddenly, the sighs of frustration and fatigue and transformed into those of relaxation. And, sometimes, he thinks, he doesn’t have to go through everything alone.
So now that you know the signs of an unhappy Min Yoongi, be sure to implement the cure if he’s ever too stubborn to come to you first.
Hoseok often joked that he was an angel—your hope, your angel, to be more precise—and rightfully so; the boy has a smile so bright it rivals the sun, and an undeniably bright and brilliant personality that can pull anyone out of the darkest of days.
“How are you so good at this?” He moans, relaxing further into your touch as the balls of your hands massage his shoulders.
“I’m not, you’re just really tired and delusional,” you smile at him through the mirror. He sends one back.
“Hm, maybe,” he hums, eyes fluttering shut, “Or maybe you’re an angel.”
“That would you be you, my love,” you kiss the top of his head.
But as Hobi’s eyes flutter open and he looks into the mirror image in front of him, he’s thinks that he has to be correct. Because who else would come to his practice studio at quarter to eleven at night bearing fried chicken wings, Sprite and a massage?
He watches as you continue to massage the knots and kinks in his shoulders and back and thanks every deity there is for putting you in his life.
His bigger hands reach to stop yours, and gently guide you to his front, allowing you to straddle him. He’s beautiful, you think, cupping his cheeks, and admiring the little moles and scars that little his makeup free face. You’re beautiful, he thinks, taking in the way you manage to glow this late into the evening.
“You have to take care of yourself, Hobi,” you whisper.
“I know, baby,” he smiles, heart-shaped and heart-stopping, “But you’ll take care of me when I don’t, right?”
You smile back, nod, and gently peck his lips. Because even the sun has to go down at the end of the day.
You almost don’t want to tear him away from his work. He’s so immersed in whatever it is he’s doing, his eyebrows creased slightly, eyes alert; and he’s so pretty doing the most mundane of activities, it’s unfair. But you know that he’s been working on his newest project for ten straight hours now, and a break is past due.
“Joonie,” you coo, “come on, you said you’d take a break two hours ago.”
Namjoon sighs, pushing his chair away from his desk and holding your hands as they snake around his neck from behind. “I know, baby, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you correct him, “You were working hard. So I have a surprise for you.”
“Baby,” he frowns, “I’m not done, yet.” He tilts his head in the direction of his computer screen.
“But you’ll like the surprise,” you pout, knowing well he, for some odd reason, finds it endearing and irresistible. “We talked about this, Joon, you have to take a break and—”
“And take care of myself, and not be so hard on myself, I know,” he sighs. He turns his head to look at you and smiles, finally pulling away from his desk and swiveling his chair around to fully face you. His hands find their way to your hips and pull you closer, thumbs gently caressing your sides. “So what’s this surprise?”
You smile, slowly straddling him, “It involves you and me—”
“I like it already.”
“—And a bubble bath!”
Namjoon smiles, teeth showing as he throws his head back in laughter. That was definitely not the ending he was thinking of, but it’s a lovely one all the same, “You’re so cute.”
“I know,” you grin, “Now come on, the water’s getting cold.”
“Park Jimin, if you moan one more time, I swear,” you threaten, slapping his exposed shoulder.
He giggles. An innocent gesture that he somehow manages to make slightly sexual. Of course.
“It feels good though, baby,” he claims, sinking deeper into the water. He can feel you rolling your eyes behind him, but once the hand you used to slap him is back in his hair, he smirks again, closes his eyes and relaxes further into your touch.
You’re not sure when washing Jimin’s hair became a tradition, but all you know is that Jimin manages to make something as innocent as washing hair sound sexual; and all Jimin knows is that it’s probably one of his favorite things in the world after a long day.
Jimin loves bring out his daring, sexual prowess on stage, but you know that behind that cameras is your soft, cuddly, big baby of a boyfriend. And you don’t mind washing his hair; for some odd reason it’s relaxing for you too, you get to spend time with Jimin, and not to mention he has great hair.
Your fingernails gently scrape his scalp as your run your hands back. Jimin lets out a grunt this time and turns his body slightly in the water, positing himself so that his face rests against your right leg. His smile is cheeky as his kisses the inside of your thigh.
“Chim,” you warn him. When he doesn’t listen you, pull on his hair to seize his mouth.
It doesn’t work, because this is Jimin we’re talking about. “Kinky.”
“You’re the worst.”
“And you’re the best, baby, you know that?” He purrs, littering your thighs with kisses. Here we go again.
You’re about to scold him, but he pushes your hands out of his hair and takes your wrists in his own, not caring that they’re soapy. “Come on, why don’t you get in the tub and let me wash yours.”
One of Taehyung’s favorite thing in the world is watching movies with you. Not because he’s particularly fond of films; because despite his interest in most things art and renaissance related, film fluency is not one of them. He doesn’t like sitting still for extended periods of times, or having to follow a meaningless, cliché love story, or a drawn out, over exaggerated horror plot. But he likes watching movies with you, next to you.
All he has to do is wait about twenty minutes in—and he can sit still and pay attention that long, that much he’s sure of. Because twenty minutes in, your hands reach for his and hold his own. No matter what’s going on on the screen, no matter what kind of movie is playing, no matter the fact that his hands are double the size of yours. You always (subconsciously, he concludes) reach for his and he relishes in it.
And sometimes, if he’s lucky (and he’s praying tonight is one of those nights, because today has not been one of his best days), you slouch into his side a little bit, closer to his chest, able to hear his heart beating admist the dialogue; you lace your fingers with his, bring them to your lips and kiss his knuckles.
And he always smiles. You never look, never have to, but you know it’s happening, and he knows that you know. Because when that happens, Taehyung always pulls you a little closer, a little tighter, and gives you a little kiss on the top of your head. It’s his favorite silent exchange of I love yous, especially after a long day.
So, no, Kim Taehyung isn’t particularly fond of watching movies; but he really likes them with you.
Jungkook turns and tilts his head towards you. He feigns innocence, but you’re no fool.
Jeon Jungkook is a lot of things—he’s loud, a prankster, an amazing singer, kindhearted, easy going, fun-loving. If there’s one thing Jeon Jungkook isn’t, it’s quiet. So when your Jungkook walked into your shared apartment and made no efforts to pull you away from your book, tickle you, play with your hair—no attempts to annoy you at all, you suspected something was the matter. Your suspicions have since been confirmed, seeing as it’s been two hours and Jungkook had been blankly occupied with his phone, having not uttered a single word to you apart from “hello.”
“It’s nothing,” he blushes, when he realized he’s been caught he goes back to paying attention to his phone.
Jungkook pays you no mind until you’ve snatched his phone, hid it in your back pocket and cupped his face. His eyes wander until he realizes he can’t avoid you. He lets you walk him to your room and when you both sink into the bed, he let’s you take on the roll of being the big spoon, curling into your side like a worn-out puppy.
“Talk to me, Kookie.”
He sighs an cuddles deeper into your side. He explains his problems and the source of his stress; he listens to the rise and fall of your chest and suddenly the world doesn’t feel so small, his problems don’t feel so big, and he’s no where near as stressed. He must be the luckiest guy in the world, he thinks, to have seven hyungs and an incredible girlfriend to take care of him.
Jungkook looks up at you and gives you the softest smile, and an even softer kiss to your jaw.
Requested: A BTS reaction to coming home and finding their s/o in nothing but a transparent shirt, and bra and panties.
Here you go anon and everyone! ENJOY ~
When he walked into the bedroom and saw you laying under the covers, sleeping soundly and peacefully, he couldn’t help but smile at the softness of the moment.
That was until he lifted the covers to climb in next to you.
A deep groan left his lips when he saw you in a plain white shirt that was all too playful.
“Not fair, baby,” he bit his lips, furrowing his brows. His hands traced shapeless patterns over your warm skin, eyes wandering over the curve of your hips where your lacy pink panties barely covered you, and up your body, the shirt being so transparent that he could see your pink bra from underneath.
“Mmm Jin…” you mumbled, now awake from his hot touch. “…are you going to keep sitting there or do something?”
“Fuck, y/n,” he cursed when he walked into the kitchen to find you standing in front of the sink wearing nothing but your most see-through shirt.
“Welcome back, Yoongi,” you greeted him with a shake of your butt.
“I’m back,” he smiled, hands admiring your ass, lips kissing up and down your neck.
“Yoongi, I’m still doing the dishes,” you , but a small gasp left your lips when his fingers wandered down to your core.
“Forget the dishes, baby,” he whispered, tracing circles over your tingling pleasure. “Let me do you real good instead.”
A loud moan left your lips as he rocked his hips into yours.
“Wait, Hoseok,” you breathed in-between the hot, deep, passionate kisses you two shared.
“No waiting, baby,” he hissed, trailing his lips down your jawline and neck as he thrust against you again, the feel of his hard-on through his sweats only making you moan louder. “Who told you to wear close to nothing tonight?”
“Hi Joonie,” you giggled when you saw him shaking his head at the sight of you laying on the couch with a shirt that let him see everything all too well.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he walked towards you, dipping the couch as he climbed on.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Mmm babygirl,” he clicked his tongue as his positioned himself between you. “Should I reward you for welcoming me in nothing but your panties, or punish you for being so naughty?”
“Baby…” he frowned when he walked into the bedroom to find you sleeping almost naked. The thin shirt that you wore had ridden up your hips, revealing your panties and it didn’t help that he could see your bra through the clothing.
With a sigh, he walked into the bathroom to take a hot, relaxing shower before crawling into bed besides you, still frustrated that you had decided to put him through such a dilemma.
Before he fell asleep, arms wrapped around you, he made a note to himself to make sure you get an extra good good-morning.
“What are you trying to do?” Taehyung quirked his brow at you when he walked out of the shower, finally relaxed after work to see you sitting on the bed with only a t-shirt and your panties on.
“Nothing, babe,” you replied as innocently as you could as he made his way towards you.
“I don’t believe you…” his fingers traced up your legs, the soft touch making you bite your lips. “C’mon baby,” he hummed playfully. “Spread your legs for me.”
When you opened the doors for Jungkook, and he saw you standing there in nothing but your laciest panties and a see-through shirt, he couldn’t contain his wildest thoughts.
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” you giggled when he closed the door behind him and instantly wrap his arms around you, kissing you hard.
“You know full well what I’m doing, babe,” he licked his lips as he pushed you against the wall, hands exploring every part of your body. “God baby,” he mumbled as his fingers traveled between your legs. “Did you get wet waiting for me?”
A/N: <3 Thank you for the support everyone! Thank you for making it this far :)
I’ll have an updated masterlist and more stuff up this weekend!
I haven’t posted a fic on tumblr in a while, so I hope you guys like this one. I decided to do an eighth year fic where Simon and Baz take a divination class. One vision later, and chaos ensues.
Word Count: 2599
As an eighth year, students at Watford were required to take at least one semester of divination. Simon, like many other students, thought the class was ridiculous and a waste of time. But it wasn’t up to him, so he begrudgingly followed Penny and Agatha to class.
“This is stupid,” Simon muttered.
Penny made an unsatisfied clucking noise.
“It isn’t actually. The prophecy that predicted your arrival? That was the result of an oracle.”
“So?” Simon asked.
“So, you coming to Watford is a result of divination, the thing you think is stupid,” Penny said.
Simon rolled his eyes.
“Okay but we aren’t oracles are we? I don’t have time to waste on crystal balls and tarot cards,” Simon said.
“We’re also studying divination bones,” Penny said, excitement in her voice.
“What do you have to do that’s so pressing Simon? Chase Baz around some more?” Agatha asked.
Simon felt heat color his cheeks.
“No. I told you that I decided to give up on that. Wherever he was at the beginning of last term isn’t my business,” Simon said.
“Then just be grateful we get to take an easy class this semester. It’s almost a guaranteed A,” Agatha said.
“Fine,” Simon said.
They made their way into Madam Bellamy’s classroom, Penny looking hungry to start right away and Simon and Agatha trailing behind looking bored. Simon eyed Agatha nervously. They had broken up a couple of weeks ago, and though she’d been acting perfectly normal ever since, Simon worried that at any moment she might stop talking to him altogether.
Madam Bellamy strode into the room, her expression a combination of nervousness and enthusiasm. Simon could tell that she already knew how most people felt about the divination requirement; it was if she was already steeling herself for the snickering comments of disbelieving students. She cleared her throat prettily before speaking.
“Even though today is the first day of classes, we’ll need to begin with lessons right away. We only have one semester to get through quite a bit of material,” She said.
Simon heard an ill-disguised snicker from the other side of the room. He knew who it was before he looked up. Baz had a hand over his mouth, smiling underneath his palm cruelly. Although Simon didn’t buy into the whole divination thing, it pissed him off that Baz could look so coolly derisive about it, especially in front of Madam Bellamy.
Madam Bellamy didn’t react; instead she walked over to the table at the front of the room. On it sat several strange items; cards, bones, herbs, glass vials, and bowls. There was one item that Simon did recognize, a crystal ball. She strode over to it and stroked it casually with her hand.
“Today we will begin with what I’m sure is most familiar to all of you. Yes, I know, it’s sort of laughable but I promise you there’s credibility to the practice.”
She passed out the crystal balls, smiling gently at everyone as she did it. Simon glanced uncomfortably at his crystal ball, his blue eyes reflecting back at him in its shiny surface.
“Today you will attempt to gaze into your crystal ball. Most likely, you won’t have any results. But next week? Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to put all Normal psychics to shame,” Madam Bellamy said.
Simon felt strange, as if the ball was all that he could see in his field of vision. He brought up his hands to hold the ball.
“Now, I’m going to turn off all of the lights and close all of the windows. We’ll light some candles to provide a more appropriate level of light.”
Simon couldn’t feel Penny at his side any longer, or Agatha. All he could feel was the crystal’s smooth surface on his palms.
“When you look into your ball, try to visualize and focus on what you’d like to know. You may call me over if you are confused or need clarification.”
Simon couldn’t concentrate on anything except the crystal ball, not even his own thoughts. He knew he wasn’t doing it right, that he was lost to the object instead of asking it what he wanted to know, but he couldn’t stop what was happening. He was falling deeper and deeper into whatever magic existed in the ball, and eventually he couldn’t hear the rest of the room.
His crystal began to mist, like something was appearing inside of it. Simon felt his stomach drop as hazy images began to appear inside the crystal ball. He tried fighting it, to get away from what was happening, but he couldn’t let go of the ball. And then he was seeing himself, inside of the crystal ball. He looked angry and there was someone else there with him. The person stepped forward, and Simon could see hair as dark as pitch. Baz was with him and by the set of his shoulders he was just as upset as Simon looked in the crystal’s surface. And then the unthinkable happened. Simon watched himself kiss Baz. He waited to see Baz throw him off and kill him once and for all. But that never happened. Instead, Simon watched in awe as Baz kissed him back, like it was everything he’d ever wanted.
Simon gasped and fell backwards off of his chair. All of his senses came back to him and he saw that everyone in the room was staring at him. But the only eyes Simon sought out were grey and glaring at him. Simon felt blood rush to his cheeks, felt as if electricity was washing over his bones, and couldn’t break his gaze away from Baz. Eventually, Baz’s glare turned into something else, as if he were confused and maybe a little scared.
The lights flicked out suddenly, breaking the connection between Simon and Baz. Simon shook his head and was helped up by Penny and Agatha.
“Simon, are you all right?” Madam Bellamy asked.
Simon shook his head, trying to get ahold of himself.
“I uh…I’m sorry. I need to go clear my head.”
He walked out of the classroom, visions of black hair and kisses trailing eerily behind him.
Something strange had just happened to Snow. While the rest of the class had been drifting off to sleep in front of their crystal balls, Snow had been staring intently into his. He’d even broken into a sweat before he fell out of his chair. After he threw himself out of his chair Baz thought darkly. Baz had never had much skill in divination; it required a lot of magic and a lot of patience. Snow did have a lot of magic, but had even less patience than Baz had. It didn’t make sense for him to have seen something in his crystal ball, but what else could send him running from the classroom, pale and shaking?
There was also the strange look that Snow had given him before the lights had come back on. It was like he could see Baz, actually see him for everything that he was, in that moment. It had left Baz feeling vulnerable and exposed, like at any moment Snow could have reached out and made tangible all of Baz’s deeply hidden feelings for him.
Baz left the classroom quickly after Madam Bellamy released them, chasing after the only person wearing a cape in the room.
“Bunce!” Baz shouted, shouldering past Trixie.
Bunce froze and turned around, her face guarded but a little curious.
Baz smiled, not kindly.
“What was Snow’s problem? Did he see me taking Wellbelove to the Leavers Ball?”
“I actually don’t know what he saw, not that I’d ever tell you anyways. All I could see was mist. Whatever he saw, it was only meant for him to see.”
Baz blinked, suddenly feeling very nervous.
“You mean…he didn’t tell you what he saw?” Baz asked.
Bunce narrowed her eyes.
“No. Why do you ask?”
Baz frowned and turned away from her, hurrying towards his room. Something shocking had to have appeared in the crystal ball, something so intense that Snow didn’t feel comfortable telling his best friend about it. Which meant one of two things, either Snow saw Baz doing something very bad or he saw him doing something Baz didn’t even want to think about.
He flew up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He was going faster than a human would, which was stupid, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to find out what Snow saw, and try to do damage control. He could always try to convince him that he hadn’t seen what he’d thought he had, or that he’d let his magic get away with him, but Snow was the most stubborn person he knew.
He burst into their room.
“Snow?” He asked.
But there was no one in the room. Snow was gone.
Simon had been avoiding Baz for two days. Ebb had let him stay with her; he’d pretended that Baz was busy with a school project and that he was trying to give him some space. Ebb seemed like she knew he was lying, but that she didn’t mind. Simon had only been going to classes he didn’t have with Baz and leaving a few minutes early so that Baz couldn’t track him down.
He knew Baz was looking for him.
Simon wasn’t sure what to make of that. Did it mean that the Baz in the crystal ball was real? That there was some part of him that cared whether Simon was in their room every night? That wanted Simon to kiss him? Every time Simon tried to wrap his head around what he saw he was always left feeling lightheaded and a bit twisty, like someone was wringing his stomach. He knew he wasn’t ready to face Baz, but he also knew he was out of time. Simon couldn’t hide with Ebb forever; he’d fail all of his classes.
Sulkily he sat out with the herd in front of Ebb’s door, petting a goat softly. He sometimes found comfort in the goats, he didn’t today. The soft crunch of grass made him look up and freeze. Someone was coming towards them, goats trailing behind him.
Baz made his way towards him, his expression unreadable. He had a baby goat in his arms; it slept there comfortably, like it had been there for a while. When Baz reached him he sat next to him, careful not to disturb the kid in his arms.
“Found this one trailing towards campus, don’t know how he got there,” Baz said.
Simon frowned. A baby that young wouldn’t have wondered so far on its own, it would have had to have help. Suddenly he remembered the looks Ebb had been giving him for the past few days, all the gentle questions about how Baz was doing. Simon sighed angrily, he was definitely going to remind Ebb the next time he saw her that he could sort out his own life just fine on his own.
“I do,” Simon said, gently taking the baby from Baz’s arms and laying him on the couch inside Ebb’s place.
“Snow?” Baz asked.
Simon felt his muscles lock down, tension singing through his body.
“Can we talk?” Baz asked.
“Sure,” Simon said.
“In private?” Baz continued.
Simon dropped his head in defeat.
“I guess, yeah,” Simon said.
Simon already knew where they were going as they walked away from Ebb’s house. Baz and Simon only ever talked in private in one place. They trudged silently towards the Mummers House, secrets swirling between them.
Snow wouldn’t look at him. They were climbing the stairs to their room, side by side. Baz felt his heart thrumming fast, as if he was waiting for something to happen. He didn’t know what Snow was going to say when they got to their room or what he was going to say for that matter. But he knew something was going to change.
Baz opened the door to their room and positioned himself against the wall across the room. He wanted to appear unbothered, as if none of this was really affecting him.
Snow trailed in after him, still not looking him in the eyes.
“What’s going on Snow? You’ve been gone for days,” Baz said.
“I’ve been avoiding you,” Snow said.
Baz paused. He hadn’t expected Snow to be so blunt, or to be so willing to answer his questions.
“Why?” Baz asked.
Snow huffed angrily.
“I think you know why,” Snow said.
Baz crossed his arms.
“You saw something, in that crystal ball. Something you shouldn’t have,” Baz said.
Snow laughed, the sound brittle and exhausted.
“I should’ve known I couldn’t avoid it,” Snow said.
“Avoid what?” Baz asked.
Snow finally looked up at him. His jaw was set angrily but his eyes looked different, open in a way Baz had never seen them.
Baz strode forward, getting into Snow’s space.
“What did you see?” Baz demanded.
Snow sneered angrily.
“Why do you care?”
Baz wanted to kiss him. He wasn’t sure why but he had a feeling that if he did, Snow might actually let him.
“I think you know why,” Baz said, repeating Snow’s words from earlier.
Snow bit his lip.
“I didn’t understand, not at first. I thought…it had to be wrong. That I could never feel…that I didn’t…” Snow trailed off.
Baz felt like his whole world was waiting on Snow to finish his thought.
“But I do. I did…I always did…”
Snow reached forward and pulled Baz’s jacket lapels forward, bringing his face with him. Baz closed his eyes, not believing what was happening and reveling in the fact that it was. Snow kissed him, reaching up slightly and pushing his hands into Baz’s hair. Baz shuddered, felt as if he was coming apart under Snow’s mouth. He went slightly pliant, not sure how to kiss Snow back but enjoying the feel of it nevertheless.
He’d known the vision was coming true. As soon as he’d stepped into the room and finally looked Baz in the eyes. He couldn’t deny his feelings in that moment. He’d spent years writing them off as animosity, as concern over Baz’s plans. But it wasn’t that, not really. He could no longer deny that the fast beating of his heart was because of how Baz looked at him, not because he was afraid.
He was kissing him and it felt better than it had looked in the crystal ball. Baz’s mouth was cool and a bit immobile, like he wasn’t sure what to do with it. But his hands were intent on Simon’s neck, and his hair was just as soft as Simon had always imagined it would be.
Simon slid his tongue into Baz’s mouth tentatively, unsure if Baz would want to kiss like that. But then Baz’s tongue slid into his mouth and Simon couldn’t think at all anymore. He was just sensation, raw and needy. He was hot and cold all at once, his skin blazing and Baz’s tongue sliding coolly in his mouth.
When he broke away, he was unsurprised to see his own feelings reflected in Baz’s warm grey eyes.
“I used to think divination was stupid,” Baz said.
“So did I,” Simon said, breathing heavily.
They didn’t say it, they didn’t have to. They both knew the truth now; that this was always meant to happen, that the crystal ball hadn’t shown Simon anything they hadn’t both already known, deep down.
You and Mark have different understandings about the current status of your relationship. Aside from officially being married, the two of you never really specified what was going on between you, but after last night, you thought it was a given. Apparently not.
And he asked te question he needed to be answered more than anything “There’s no (Y/n) and Dean, they are just friends… aren’t they?”
“Baby, what is it?” you frowned, tilting your head to the side “Why are you asking me all these questions now?”
“I just- I figured there were some things I wanted to hear from you, some things getting complicated with Dean… and his role, and Sam so I just… yeah.” he pursed his lips, frowning at himself when he realized that sounded so not convincing.
“Is it about Sam or… Jared?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and his frown only deepened.
“Baby, if you still are jealous over the scenes we have I- I seriously don’t know what to say, now. I thought I’d done enough to show you how much I love you, I didn’t know you still doubted yourself so much about it.” you whispered “But- but if I have to say this all over again, every single day of my life then I will. Jens, you know he is my best friend, he is like a brother to me and quite honestly there is no man on this Earth that could ever make me feel the way I do about you. There is no man that I could love more than you, baby.”
“He’s… a great guy. He’s literally perfect.” he breathed out, not entirely meaning Jared but rather his own brother “I wouldn’t… really blame you.”
Hope you like this. I know that most of you prefer it when I write angst stories but I felt like my blog needed something that was just nice.
Plot: Drunk Y/N can get very, very, smitten with Harry. Warnings: Absolutely none.
Photo is not from me unlike most of the time. x
Harry must have been annoyed with me by now. Fed up, pissed off and likely even scared away. But that was in no way my fault. It was common knowledge that my Harry was the most wonderful person there was, not only look wise (though my god was he handsome) but character wise as well. He cared so much, went into anything with his whole heart in it and the warmth he carried in his soul radiated off of him and onto anybody who was lucky enough to be near. I was smitten. Smitten and in love in a way I had never been before, in fact, my feelings for Harry ran deeper than I thought was humanly possible. And it cost everything in me to not let it show too much. When Harry had asked me to take his hand and take the scary step from being close friends to becoming lovers, I’d felt like everything got brighter. The street lights shun warmer, the cold wind didn’t freeze my skin anymore and nothing seemed to sour my mood anymore. Harry called me his girlfriend, he sent me little texts when I woke up and came up with new pet names for me every day. How wasn’t I supposed to fall for him inner days? How was I meant to keep my heart for myself, when in truth I’d given it to him the moment his lips met mine for our first kiss?
Six weeks. We’d been together for six weeks, and my knees weakened at the thought of him alone. My breath would quicken and sometimes I’d stutter and blush like a school girl who was faced with her first crush.
“You’re cute,” Harry had once stated, a pretty smile pulling at his lovely mouth, a response to me not getting out one simple sentence after he’d kissed me hello. No big deal. Just like practically everything he did, Harry managed to make being in a relationship seem easy. In fact, he’d hardly changed at all. He was still funny, dropping joke after joke until my tummy hurt from laughing and my cheeks ached from smiling so hard. Harry could still prove how smart he was, since he never failed to get out witty and proper sentences about the most complicated things. Aside from finding my hand whenever we were near one another and the pet names he’d started calling me, hardly anything had changed in his demeanor. Perhaps it was because he’d always been kind and flirtatious with me, but sometimes I really wondered how the hell he managed to keep his cool, when I was such a mess. Harry only had to as much as look at me for my fingers to shake and my body to melt. The effect he had on me was beyond my own comprehension and until today I believed I’d done an okay job at hiding it from him. Anyway, the reason why Harry must’ve been fed up with me was because I was a bit tipsy. Well, tipsier than I’d ever been around him before, and especially since I was now allowed to cuddle and kiss and compliment him constantly, I’d done just that. A bit too much. I’d sighed into his ear, kissed his rosy cheeks and went as far as suckling a tiny purple mark into his neck while he was talking to one of his friends. Instead of giving me the attention I’d wanted he did his best to not show what effect I had on him, so I began to voice my thoughts openly.
“You’re so pretty, Harry.”
“I love your hair. Really do, H. Lots.”
“Your skin is so soft and warm… How?!”
“You’ve got the best chest to cuddle up against.”
It was after I’d done just that, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while pressing my body against his chest, that he’d pushed me off of him gently and then shocked me by walking away. Fuck. My body stumbled a bit and if it hadn’t been for Mitch’s hands moving quickly to steady me I would have fallen, my intoxicated body no longer able to hold it-self up properly. How embarrassing, right? No wonder Harry left. I nursed my wounded ego by taking the last few sips of Sarah’s drink, which I stole from her when she wasn’t paying attention, and turned to find a spot where I could be alone. Not a very easy task in a crowded bar, especially when only half of your brain is working as it should. To my great luck the bar was in a several story building and after exiting through a fire door I found a narrow and quiet staircase, where I stumbled and fell to sit rather gracelessly. My head hurt. And for some reason my mouth was very very dry.
“And where exactly did you plan on going, huh?”
I looked up at the sound of the familiar voice and in an instant I was smiling.
Harry looked even better when he was looming over me like that, I thought, and though I knew it would probably weird him out even further I decided to tell him just that. He laughed and my cheeks flushed. Why couldn’t I shut my mouth already? He didn’t need to know every single thought going through my mind. Not when all they did was make me look even more insane, for I knew that I loved him far too deeply.
“Thought you left,” I murmured, not meeting his eyes.
Harry tilted his head to one side and moved closer so he could sit down one stair below mine, far more graceful might I ad. That bastard.
“Left?” he asked, and when his hand reached to hold mine I happily let him take it, “Without my drunk girlfriend?”
“M’not drunk,” I lied, ignoring the warmth spreading through me at the term girlfriend, “And yes.”
My voice thinned and I shivered. We were wonderfully close, I could feel his breath on my arm and see every little movement on his face. If he’d let me I would study his features for hours and never get tired. Harry’s fingers intertwined with mine. They were warm and soft. I loved tracing the small tattoo he had chosen to decorate his knuckles with and he in turn loved watching my fascination with his palms. A kiss to my cheek brought me out of my thoughts. When my eyes met his he was surprised to find my face was pulled into a frown.
“What’s wrong, baby? Feel okay?”
“Aren’t you mad at me?” I asked, ignoring his questions.
“Mad?” Harry shook his head and I didn’t fight it when his free hand settled on my waist while the one holding on to my fingers pulled me further into his body, until I was no longer sitting on the uncomfortable stair but instead in his lap. With a happy sigh I rested my head against his shoulder and unable to resist the warmth of his skin I pressed a kiss to his neck.
Harry groaned lowly and pressed his cheek against my forehead. “How could I possibly be mad at you, love? And what even for?”
My nose brushed against his jawline and I took a moment to breathe him in. He smelled so nice, not because of his perfume or washing powder, but simply because he smelled like the familiarity that was Harry.
“Because I’m clingy,” I murmured, hugging him just a little bit tighter, “Because I’m so… so ridiculously in love with you and we haven’t been going out for long. You could be annoyed with me for constantly needing your attention… hell I’m annoyed with me.”
His chest rumbled under mine when he laughed quietly.
“Oh baby,” he breathed and my heart jumped when his finger found my chin, raising it ever so slightly, just high enough for him to be able to find my mouth with his. The kiss was gentle, a soft pressure against my lips and when his tongue pushed itself in to find my own it wasn’t sloppy or hungry for more. His movements were determined and the sweetest chuckle tumbled into my mouth when my arms slung themselves around his neck and my fingers accidentally tickled his neck. Harry kissed me with a smile still on his face and my stomach fluttered when his hands held on to my jaw so he could steady my head.
“I love that you’re clingy with me,” Harry whispered against my lips before kissing them again with a little more pressure, “Shows me you’re as crazy ‘bout me as I am ‘bout you. Well, at least it lets me hope that you are.”
“I’m insane for you,” I murmured and he blushed as my mouth kissed his cheek noisily, “M’not even sure that’s a saying. But it’s true for sure, H.”
I shrieked when a sudden movement of his forced me to move closer until I was as pressed against his body as I could possibly be. His nose rubbed against mine and I whined when he removed his hand from my neck to grab something that was hidden from my view.
“Went to get you water, pet,” Harry chuckled as he pressed the cold plastic bottle against my stomach. Oh. “Even told you that I would. Asked you to wait for me, lovely. And then I come back to you not being there anymore. Had me worried for a second.”
Oh, of course. Had I seriously believed that my kind Harry would leave, fully aware that I was too drunk to function?
“I’m so stupid.” My head fell against his and I suppressed a smile caused by his short strands tickling my forehead.
“No, you’re not,” Harry disagreed with a laugh, “You’re just a bit drunker than what you’re used to. And it was loud so I don’t blame you for not paying attention to what I was saying. S’all okay. M’taking you home and you can rest assured that I’ll take good care of you.”
“I always pay attention when you speak.” My frown deepened and he kissed my nose to soothe me.
He shook his head. “You were kinda focused on my shirt, babe.”
“More on what’s underneath it.”
Harry laughed at my comment and wrapped me into his embrace a little tighter. “Okay. You definitely have to let me take you home now. You’ve clearly had enough.”
“Hm, I’d be glad,” I hummed.
Getting up wasn’t easy with my body clinging to his like a koala would to a tree, but somehow he managed and once he had me standing steadily enough he made me drink half the bottle of water. Some of it drooled down my chin and I giggled when he leaned in to kiss the droplets from my skin.
He gasped. “Perhaps I should replace this water with another drink since sober Y/N appears to be much less complimentary than drunk Y/N is.”
His hand reached for mine while his other arm sneaked around my waist and I leaned into his side as he carefully began to guide me through the door and back into the hallway that led into the bar. All of a sudden my feet stopped moving, making both of us tumble.
“I told you that I was in love with you.” Fuck. Fuck, fuck. fuck. Six weeks! “Who says that after six weeks?!”
I shrieked and tried to turn my head away from him, but his hand found my cheek to steady me before I could free myself from his arms as well.
I was silenced with his kiss, as warm and soft and full of love as the one he’d given me moments ago. He groaned lowly and let his hands rub against my sides in soothing motions.
“M’in love with you, too,” Harry promised against my lips, his breath fanning over my face, “With m’whole heart.”
I whimpered and leaned in to kiss him once more. You got to stop worrying, was what Harry murmured against my mouth before nipping on it once more. Then he pulled me back into his side and led me past all the people who were busy dancing, oblivious to us two lovers walking past them with a feeling so strong it warmed both of our chests.
It’s short, but just what I needed today. Hope you’re all doing well. Please leave a feedback and let me know what you think! Even if you hate it, I’d like to know.
Pairing: Reader x Vernon Genre: angst?, fluff, High School!AU Request: “
Could you do a Hansol au? The ‘plot’ being: the reader is a very popular highschooler and everyone loves them. One day they find out their s/o has been cheating on them in one of the empty classroom. Later (still) at school, they start crying on the rooftop and Hansol (who’s the residential “bad boy”) finds the reader crying. They become friends and later more! Also, could you make the reader, flirty and charming?” Word count: 4,159 A/N: Requested by smol anon. Sorry that this took me so so long! I hope you see this! Also I’m so bad at titles please forgive me
Today’s weather seemed set on
offending you. The warmth and brightness of the sun seemed to sneer at you,
mocking you for your own miserable demeanor. The sun only emphasized the warmth
in your cheeks as you stormed outside, doing your best to stop yourself from
crying. You couldn’t. Not here, anyway. Not at school. That would be a
You managed to make your way to
the very back of the school, hiding yourself among the dumpsters. You sunk to
the floor, resting your back against the hot, black plastic of one of the
dumpsters. It smelt terrible, but you didn’t have the energy to care. You’d
just caught your partner cheating on you. At school. In an empty classroom, for
anyone to discover. They hadn’t even waited to get home. They’d only just sent
you a text this morning telling you how much they loved you.
You burst into tears. Hot,
unadulterated tears streamed down your face. Bile had risen in your throat. Just
the thought of the two of them, shirts unbuttoned, with lips swollen from
kissing was enough to make you want to throw up. How could they do this to you?
Nine months. It had been nine months. Maybe that wasn’t very long in the grand
scheme of life, but it had felt like something important to you. You’d thought
that the two of you had been in love; and you had been, for all you’d known. What were people going to think?
The two of you had maintained a
relatively high level relationship, after all. How were you going to confront
people, if this got out?
It didn’t matter if everyone
loved you. You were alone.
“Oh.” A voice broke
your train of thought. “Hello.”
Request:Hi could you do a reaction where the members want to have sex but you are too embarrassed to take off your shirt b/c your boobs are small?
A/N: Oh god, I relate to this so much. Thanks for requesting💕
His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer as the two of you kissed, tongues fighting for dominance. You threw your head back and moaned, fingernails digging into his shoulders. Seokjin smiled softly, pulling away to observe your flushed skin and red lips. He started to slip his hands underneath your shirt, slowly pulling it off. In a hurry you grabbed the hem and let it drape around you once again. You consciously covered your chest, cheeks red and a nervous look on your face.
He frowned, “Baby, what’s wrong?”, he wasn’t angry, just confused.
“I-I, um, I don’t know, can we just do it with my shirt on? I’m cold.”
“Honey, if you don’t want to do it we can st-”
“No! I mean no, I just don’t like them.” You looked down, blushing, slightly stuttering. “I just don’t like my boobs.”
“Y/N, why would you worry about that?” He cooed, pushing your hair out your face.
“Their too small and they don’t bounce or do anything! They just kind of there, like little bumps.”
“You’re beautiful, Y/N, but I understand if you don’t want to do it right now.”
Yoongi was confused every time you had sex you never took your shirt off, only telling him to take you from behind, stripped from any clothing on your lower half and you always flinched and pushed him away when his hands tried to slide under your shirt to touch your boobs. He’d finally coaxed you to remover your jumper which left you in a plain vest and bra. You were looking down, hair falling into your eyes and hands itching to cover you.
“Wow.“ Yoongi was in awe, mouth open, tongue slipping out to lick his chapped lips.
“I’m sorry, their not very bi-” He hushed you with a kiss to the lips, pulling away for air, smiling the prettiest gummy smile at you. He attempted to pull your vest up and you hesitated.
“Y/N, do you think I care?” He asked, eyebrow raised, hands comfortingly rubbing up and down your sides.
“Well, maybe? I mean some guys are like that.”
“Well, I don’t, baby. I love you for who you are, not your chest size. Now please take your bra off and let me fuck you.”
"W-wait, I want to keep it on.” Hoseok was fumbling with the buttons on your shirt, stopping when you uttered the words hastily.
“Why’s that, babe?”
“Just because, to spice things up a bit.” He looked at you doubt, frowning when he noticed you holding your breasts through your shirt.
“Babe, it’s not that again is it?” He gave you disappointed look, removing your hands.
“Babe, we’ve talked about this, I love you and your body, it’s beautiful. Plus I’ve seen you naked tons!” Hoseok smiled, jumping onto you and letting you fall into the plush mattress. You giggled as he traced kisses down your neck, starting to unbutton your shirt. You held your breath in fear of rejection, he started to kiss your breasts, leaving pretty marks on your skin.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful, princess.”
“Take your shirt off.” He whispered against your body, too busy fiddling with his zipper. When he looked up he expected to see your breasts on display, bare and ready for him to claim. “Babe, are you okay?” He noticed you biting your lips, tears gathering in your eyes.
“No, I’m sorry Joon,” You whimpered, falling into his comforting arms, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Namjoon asked, confused beyond belief. But it hurt him when he saw the look of pure distress on your face.
“These,” you pointed down at your breasts, “there not big and fluffy and bouncy and, and they don’t look pretty in dresses or anything! I don’t understand how you like them.”
“I don’t like them,” you gasped in shock, more tears falling, “I love them, Y/N. Just like I love every other part of you.” You smiled as he kindly wiped your tears.
“Everyone has insecurities, baby. That’s why you have me to help you through them and I have you!”
The gentlest smile was placed upon his face as he watched you undress, biting his lip when you dragged your hand up to your shirt. But then you hesitated, dropping it and letting it hang. “Princess, what’s wrong?"He pulled you down into his lap.
"Do you like my boobs, Jimin? Because I fucking hate them, I wish they were big and pretty but I’m basically fucking flat chested.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, princess. Everyone’s different, but trust me I’d love you just the same if you looked completely different.”
He was placing sloppy kisses on your lips, trying to slide you out of your shirt. “Stop!” You whimpered as he almost got it off of you.
“Baby, what’s wrong?! Did I hurt you?” He pulled away, rushing to wipe the tears from your face and cuddle you.
“No,” you nuzzled into his neck, cringing in embarrassment, “Taetae, do my boobs look good?”
Without even thinking he answered, “So fucking good, oh my god! Especially when you’re wearing that red dress, Jesus Christ!” He noticed you blushing and figured out that that was the issue.
“Don’t ever cry about this again, okay? You know why, because I’m supporting girls in the itty-bitty titty committee!”
This boy was nervous when you started undressing him to reveal his toned body, but his breath hitched when you removed your skirt, showing off your pretty legs. He moved closer and tried to tug of your shirt, in alarm you pulled away and hit your head on the headboard, letting out a small ‘ow’ as you did. “Y/N! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too, oh god I must’ve made you feel so uncomfortable! I’m sorry, I don’t want to rush you. I just want you to know I’ll wait as long as you want!” You couldn’t help but giggle at his rant.
“It’s fine Gukkie.” You stroked his hair, “I’m just scared you might be disappointed. I’m not like other girls, I’m kind of, um, flat.” He frowned, tilting your chin to look into his eyes.
“You seriously think I’d be disappointed seeing such a goddess naked? Fuck I’m fucking blessed to have you Y/N, but god I’d be fucking holy to see you naked!” You blushed looking down and then attacking him in a hug.
“If it makes you feel any better, hyung said if I keep going to the gym I’ll get boobs.”