BTS Reaction to: their S/O sending pictures of lingerie during their practice
Thank you to anon for the request!
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This boy almost wouldn’t be able to handle it when you sent him a few selfies of you in pretty black lace. He’d swallow passed the dryness forming in his throat, try to blink away the rush washing over him. His body would be jittery suddenly, squirming in his seat while Jimin sang in the booth before him. Something akin to embarrassment would paint his cheeks with roses, not that he didn’t love it when you teased him like this. He simply wasn’t used to your bold actions and it made him feel like his head was spinning whenever you pulled a stunt like this. The images would surely come as a surprise, catching him off guard especially in the middle of recording. Still, he wouldn’t deny that it ignited a fire in the pit of his stomach and made him much too eager to get home to you so he could love you down. He’d take a soft breath before texting back, the ghost of a smile burning amidst his flushing face.
“You look so beautiful! But you don’t have to send pics, I like it when you surprise me. I’ll be home soon.”
If you sent a picture to Yoongi during his practice, especially if he was in the middle of writing, you couldn’t expect a text back right away. The photo you blessed him with would be a lavish treat, one he would certainly want to reward you for, but he’s too level-headed and submerged in his work to tell you right away. He would glimpse at his phone when it lit up next to where he was scribbling lyrics, leaning back a little in his chair and allowing a chuckle to slip from the back of his throat. A smug smile lifted the corners of his lips as he licked them, taking his precious time drinking in the sight of you. After a moment, he’d lock his phone and set it back next to his work, face down this time. As much as he cherished every moment of your digital sensuality, he would need to finish whatever he was working on before allowing himself to indulge in you. But as soon as he could, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you just how appreciative he was.
“I love it so much when you send me texts like this. Fuck, I can’t stop staring at that photo. When I come home, why don’t you sit on my face and let me show you just how thankful I am for everything you do for me, baby?”
Hobi would be in the middle of going through a dance routine when he decided he needed to catch his breath. He’d be skimming through his phone, patting down his glowing face with a towel, when he’d spot your message in his notifications. Instantly his heart would race, eyes lighting up behind his lashes. A bright grin would overtake his face, heat crawling up his neck and nestling in his chubby cheeks when your picture filled up his screen. He’s the type to forget the nature of the picture and its intent to turn him on. Instead, he’d go straight to overly-affectionate boyfriend mode who cannot comprehend the beauty that was his significant other. He’d be so giddy, so amazed by you, so enraptured and smitten.
“Oh my god!! That’s my baby!! Holy shit you look so good, you’re breathtaking!! How did I get to be so damn lucky!! I cannot believe I have the most beautiful significant other in the entire universe!!” A plethora of heart emojis would be scattered between all of his sweet compliments, and he’d be beaming for the rest of the day.
Teasing Namjoon was all too fun, especially when you knew it would be at the most inconvenient times. The threat of punishment that always followed your teasing riled you up in ways you never failed to take advantage of. Namjoon was spending some time with the rap line, working on a new song for the upcoming comeback, when his phone buzzed in the pocket of his souvenir jacket. He ignored it at first, assuming that you had simply forgotten that he was at work and would retract into waiting for him as soon as you realized. However, when his phone buzzed not once, not twice, but three more times, he cleared his throat and glimpsed apologetically between Hoseok and Yoongi before meekly requesting for a short five-minute break. Standing up to take a step away from where they sat on the grass, he reeled out his phone and unlocked his messages only for blood to jolt south through his body.
Texting back at a ferocious speed with a clenched jaw and furrowed brows, he warned, “Princess, keep teasing daddy like this with that pretty lingerie and you’ll get punished when I’m done at work. But that’s what you want isn’t it? I know you love it when I spank you.”
Jimin would react in one of two ways, depending on his mood that day. Some days he is the small, shy mochi that blushes profusely at the smallest things, and other days he can kill a man with just a quick side glance through his blonde fringe. More often than not, he’d love the thrill of you sending explicit pictures during his practices. The possibility of one of the other boys seeing you like that, sprawled out on the sheets and sitting pretty for him, made his blood rush. Noticing his phone going off in his pocket, he’d slyly fish it from his tight jeans and keep it hidden beneath the table as he unlocked it. Nerves were tingling in spine as he squinted at the bright screen, only to inhale sharply and quickly lock his phone back up. Only Jungkook sitting next to him seemed to notice his strange behavior, nudging his arm a little. Politely excusing himself with a nod of his head, he’d step out, legs feeling heavy beneath the weight of his arousal, dark lashes fluttering on his flushing cheeks.
“My beautiful, sweet baby. I can’t wait to come home and push those pretty panties to the side so I can taste you. Would you like that? My tongue on you for hours?”
Taehyung is an absolute tease himself, so moments like these where you teased him were dangerous. He always found a way to bite back with ten times the suffering. It was during a water break mid-dance practice that he picked up his phone from the floor, mindlessly swiping through the messages until your contact name sparked his curiosity. The small picture preview seemed promising, and he was quick to unlock his cell, eyes trained on the device while he tilted his water bottle and gulped down the refreshment. Once loaded, he choked, spluttering on water and eagerly zooming in to see every detail of your body presented to him through the text. Nervous eyes scattered around the room, ensuring that none of the other boys would notice his disappearance. His fingers clutched his water bottle too tight, choking the plastic the way his jeans were his hardening dick, as he pushed into a stall in the nearest bathroom and locked himself in. It took him a few tries to get his jeans unbuttoned with how his hand was shaking with excitement. His lower abdomen was exposed, fine lines chiseling his body, free hand snaked beneath the confines of his clothes. He wanted to show just enough to make your stomach flip, to dangle the threat of pleasure just out of your reach.
“Oh sweetheart, you look SO stunning in that red lace. Had to sneak away from the boys and find a little relief. You’d better still be wearing that when I get home.”
Jungkook can be pretty cocky, so whenever you would send him pictures like that, he wouldn’t hesitate to save them. He probably has an entire private folder on his phone just for pictures of you, the ones that make him bite his lip and clench his jaw and breathe a little heavier. Whenever you send them to him, doesn’t matter when, he feels his ego boost ten fold. He would be fiddling around on his phone during practice while Tae and Jimin worked out a part of the chorus together when your name popped up on his screen, already painting a bright smile on his face. That smile would falter and muddle into a sly smirk at the sight before him, the boy quick to hit the save button and wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. While the others worked, he’d continue to savor the image, letting it burn into the back of his eyelids so that all he’d have to do to see you so perfect and needy for him is close his eyes. Taking a moment to suck in a puff of air and let out a soft hum from the back of his throat, he’d feel his body heating up as he shot back a quick reply.
“Where did you get that? It looks so fucking good. Jesus Christ. Have any more pics you want to send me, babylove?”
~ Admin Tris
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