Okay so they’re super short and I didn’t get very smutty in any of them. I hope this is close to what you wanted! //I’m posting it in two parts since it would be way too long otherwise//
[if you want a full version of any member’s scenario, let me know]
“Why are you wearing those long pants? It’s so hot today,” Jungkook asked as you came out of your room. You looked down at the skinny jeans you had decided on.
“Oh, I like them,” you say, self consciously. You didn’t want to tell him that it was because you were embarrassed about your thighs. You had put on shorts, but you saw yourself in the mirror and hated it, so you put on your normal long pants
“Put on some shorts, you’ll die out there in those.” Jungkook leaned back on the couch, fanning himself.
“I’m- I’m worried about my legs,” you say, looking down.
Jungkook sat up and looked at you with confusion. “Why?”
“They’re - my thighs are too big.”
He laughed and stood up, now taller than you and looking down at you as he came closer.
“That’s why you’re worried?” he scoffed. He wrapped his hands around your waist and looked down at you with a smile.
“Babe, I’ve always loved when it’s summertime, because you’ll sometimes wear shorts or swimsuits. And when we go out together I see other guys looking at you. They’re all jealous to death of me, because they know those thighs are mine, and when I get home, I get to feel those thick thighs wrapped around my waist as I kiss my girl against the wall. I can see them wishing they were me for that moment as they pass by. And you know, it makes me really proud when I think that you’re my girl, and I’ll never let you go.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Shit Jungkook, if I knew I could make you think that just by wearing shorts, I’d do it more often.”
Jungkook laughed and held you, rocking gently back and forth.
You smiled and hugged him, your ear against his chest, listening to his heart beating.
//um it isn’t a gif but i assume you still understand why i’m in pain//
You were sitting in the chair of the bts dressing room, playing on your phone. You were familiar with the sounds of their show ending, and the commotion outside as they came off of the stage.
People were shouting outside, things banging against the walls. You stayed looking at your phone. You would usually go out and greet them, but you were too focused and too comfortable.
The door opened. You looked up, seeing none other than your boyfriend standing in the doorway. Your heart stopped as you looked at him, wearing tight leather pants that showed way more than you wanted to see. He had removed his blue jacket and stood now in the tight black shirt. He was glowing with sweat, his mouth open, panting from the dance moves.
You stared in awe.
“Well, this is exactly what I needed,” he said. He closed the door, locking it. You looked at him, shocked. He made no hesitation. He positioned himself between your legs, on his knees, resting his arms on your bare thighs, his hands on your hips. You had to look down at him.
“Oh I’ve missed these,” he said, running his hands up your thighs, tucking his hands under the legs of your shorts. His long fingers curled, gripping you skin and he leaned down to kiss your inner thigh.
“Tae!” You squeaked, looking around in panic. This room was hardly ever empty, and you didn’t trust the lock on the door.
“Shh kitten,” he said, leaving light, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. Your body tingled, your face flushing.
“Didn’t I say shh?” He looked at you with mock anger. He took your phone, which you had been gripping tightly in one hand, and tossed it to the side. “Now,” he said, his tongue running over his lower lip. “Where was I?”
He slowly pulled down your shorts, watching you all the while. He pulled you forward slightly on the chair then draped your legs over his shoulders.
“My beautiful girl,” he said in his deep, growling voice. “Your beautiful body, your perfect thighs…”
He kissed your thigh again and placed a hand over your heat. You froze.
“I’ve been waiting all day,” he said, looking at you with raised eyebrows. You tried to contain yourself as you nodded. Tae smiled and nodded with satisfaction.
//oh my god i hate him//
You stood in the closet, digging through your clothes to find a pair of shorts to wear. It was summer, and you were sweating wearing your long pants.
“What are you doing?” Jimin asked, standing in the doorway, his hand on his hip. He was dressed casually in loose gray sweatpants and a BTS shirt, which you realized was on of the ones you had ordered online which were too big on you, but fit him perfectly.
“Is that my shirt?” you ask, pulling out a few pairs of jeans to look underneath.
“Yeah, it smells like you. Like its really…sweet? Did you rub it in syrup or something?”
“I thought you were complimenting me at first,” you said with a laugh. Jimin chuckled and stepped closer to you, pulling the shirt over his head. You saw a flash of his stomach before the shirt was pulled over your head, over your camisole. You brushed your hair out of your eyes.
“I was actually trying to find my shorts so I could wear less, not put more on.”
Jimin raised his eyebrows. “Why were you trying to have less clothes on?”
“‘Cuz it’s hot.”
“Is it hot because I’m here?” You glanced at his bare chest, but shook your head. “No, definitely not.”
“Here, I’ll help you.” You stepped aside and he started searching through your clothes in your place.
He pulled out a pair of simple red lacy underwear and held them up. “This?”
You shook your head, prepared for some of the normal Jimin treatment.
He looked at the underwear again. “I really recommend these, they’re perfect for hot summer nights.”
“I’m being serious,” you say, pouting.
He gave you a look to say that he was being just as serious, if not more.
“Okay, but where are my shorts?” you grab the underwear out of his hand. He grins,
a grin that makes you want to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him.
“I took them hostage,” he says mischievously.
You nod. You should have guessed. You walked out of the closet and into the bedroom again. You quickly pulled off your pants and underwear and pulled on the red underwear. You could barely see the red lace under your shirt.
You laid down on your bed, returning to your earlier position, looking at your phone.
Jimin stood in the doorway and glared at you.
“You made me do all that work just so you could sit there?”
“Yup. I didn’t make you do it though.”
“No.” He came to stand beside the bed, then slowly crawled on top of you. You put your phone down on your chest to talk to him. He leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on your lips, followed by another, and another, then one painfully long, slow, deep kiss compared to the ones before.
“It’s worth it anyway, I’ve been wanting to look at your legs all day.”