Only three things were required in order for a movie night to be considered successful: a) a movie, obviously, b) blankets, to cuddle into, of course, and c) popcorn, self-explanatory. Unfortunately, this particular movie night was running low on c, and it was your turn to heat some more.
A/N: QUESTION!!!¡¡!! does it bother you all if i use jeongguk instead of jungkook? I kind of got used to it bc of *cough* fanfics *cough*. oh aND I ALSO HOPE YOU ENJOYED THESE!! i sure as hell enjoyed them. Fun fact: the last convo actually happened with @summertae. sou you might have an idea about our friendship now. lub u qis
“You just wore that to tease me,” his voice scratched the back of his throat, coming out in a faint growl, but the wide grin spread across his face was anything but menacing. His eyes shrunk into crescent moons and his boxy smile smile pressed against your neck, his warm breath tickling the skin as he laughed and carefully placed light butterfly kisses. Your fingers were lost in the softness of his hair, stroking the base of his neck as he held you gently against the door. The feeling of his body up against yours like this was pure bliss.
“To be fair,” you started, but his lips were against yours again. Your fingers slipped under the fabric of his blazer, slipping it off down his arms and throwing it haphazardly towards the nearest piece of furniture. “I didn’t think it would work so fast,” you spoke between giggling kisses. You could hardly maintain a steady breath. You reached for his buckle, pulling his belt out of the loops of his pants and dropping it to the floor with a light clang. “We even skipped dessert!”
A breathy gasp left you as his fingers pulled the zipper down your back. The light touch of his skin trailed the cold metal grazing against your bare back. The mood changed instantly. You pinched your lips over one another, as though the damage had not already been done. Taehyung pulled back, cocking an eyebrow, his ego inflated. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh trust me, we’re not skipping dessert.”
“God, you looked so hot in that scene,” you all but moaned into his neck, peppering his soft skin with kisses. He smelled of some kind of lotion. Hyungsik placed his hands on your hips as he relaxed into the couch with a smile. If he had known you were coming for a surprise visit, he would have kept his Hwarang outfit on for longer. He knew how much you loved it. Instead, he laid half dressed beneath you on the couch in his dressing room.
“Thanks, I figured you’d like it,” he winked and chuckled. His laugh vibrated through his body, shaking you as you straddled him. You sat up and smiled at him, your navy dress hiked up to your thighs. “I wish I had known you were coming,” he whispered, coming up to meet your lips for a peck.
“I wanted to surprise you,” you smiled into the kiss, pulling back to look at him. “You’ve been so happy to come to work, and I just wanted to see you work.” You shrugged and rested your hands on his bare shoulders.
“Well if you’re going to start coming to work, I’ll be infinitely more happy.” His grin was wide as his moved his lips to your neck and slipped his hand under your dress. His skin was cold, sending a chilled shiver through your body. Your eyes slipped shut and you hummed at the contact. He sat up and adjusted, letting you straddle him on the couch. He pulled the bottom half of your dress up over your stomach. “Grind on me, baby,” he whispered, pressing lips to your collarbone.
Requested: When you accidentally send the wrong member a nude?
A/N: fun fact, i used a picture of a puppy for these. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I hope you enjoyed these and thank you for your request!! Oh and before i forget, hit me up with your requests. I’m opening them fRIENDS!!
◦ a/n: This is the result of my post-concert depression. I’m in too much pain to think about anything or anyone else at the moment. I want to replay the Wings Tour over and over until forever… (!teeny tiny bit of angst at the end!)
He lit up when you walked out of the bathroom, flashing you the cheekiest smile. His pink lips pressed together and turned upwards, his eyes heavy as he fought the sleep that blanketed itself around him comfortably. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction to you. His eyebrows rose with excitement as you shook your damp hair out, raking through it with your fingers before walking towards the edge of the bed where he sat now.
“The show was amazing tonight.” You said it quietly, as though he were already drifting off and you had to whisper so as to not wake him up.
“I liked the rainbow ocean,” Tae spoke gently, thinking fondly back to the night’s concert. He was bright again; sleep could hardly touch him. “Our Rainbow ARMYs do so much for us,” he smiled to himself. The show was indeed flawless, but then again, everything he ever did was flawless in your eyes. He blinked slowly, his eyes dragging with fatigue. You wanted so badly to just wrap him in a blanket and rock him to bed. It wouldn’t take much. You had been jumping and screaming throughout the night and you were ready to fall asleep standing up. Then, there was Tae. He had been the one doing the actual performing and singing and he was steadily fighting off sleep like a champion.
“Come,” Taehyung patted his thighs with another drowsy smile, leaning back against the headboard. The loose black t-shirt that fell around his body bore too much of his neck and chest for you too resist. You smiled and gently climbed on top of him, straddling him. You rested your arms on his shoulders, idly fingering the hem of his neckline. He looked at you for a while, simply staring in silence as he took in your features. Your skin was fresh, your hair falling around your face neatly, water still dripping from your strands. You smelled like grapefruit, which always made him scrunch up his nose, adjusting to the tart scent. He looked cute when he did that.
Tae slipped his hands beneath your shirt, his hands cold against your freshly showered, warm skin. You inhaled sharply at the contact, your fingers instinctively scratching at his shoulders. “Tae…” you breathed. Your stomach tightened at the thought of where this was going.
“Please?” He said, leaning forward. His grey knit beanie brushed against your neck softly as he lifted his hands, letting the air brush across your skin as he ran his tongue up your cleavage. Your head fell back weakly.