Anon Asked: Can you do a BTS Reaction to their s/o suddenly asking if they could have sex? Like they’re just casually watching a movie, or they’re both on their phone doing whatever, and their s/o randomly turns to them and say they want to fuck
LOLOLOLOLOL same. - Admin Dayna
Laying in bed with Jin while looked over the results of a
recent photoshoot, you sat beside him, trying you best to focus on paper you
had to write and turn in to your professor come the next three days. You’ve
been wracking your brain for this essay, and truthfully a break was long
overdue. You took your eyes off the laptop for a while, stealing a glance at
Jin with his brows furrowed in deep concentration. You licked your lips, can’t
helping yourself from savoring the image before you. You always had a thing for
how intense his facial expression became when deep in thought. You slam the
laptop shut and leaned closer to him, calling his name;
“I found out the day I left.” You told him as you wiped your cheeks. “You had the mark, and were scaring me. I couldn’t let our child be born into that. She was born 8 months later, healthy, and safe.” You watched his jaw clench, your heart breaking. “I’d do it all over again.”
Sam licked his lips, running his hand through his hair. He saw how upset Dean was, but she had a point. Not that he agreed with her entirely. “Y/N, why didn’t you come to me?” He asked. “Just let me know what was going on, let us know you’re alive, and safe?”
You moved to sit in the chair and knew it was going to be a long night. “I was worried, Sam.” You told him honestly. “I was worried that he’d see a text, or answer a call.” Your voice was soft. “Or who knows what. I did what I thought I had to to protect her, Sam. My only thought was her.”
“So, you left, came here, and became a stripper?” Dean snapped.
GOT7 reaction - their GF surprising them with sexy lingerie
Mark As soon as he sees you all undressed and ready for him he’d lick his lips and walk right up to you. He’d looks you up and down before he pushed you brown on the bed and - well… 😉
JB “You are driving me wild, baby girl.” He’d sneak his hands around your waist and *almost kiss you. He takes your hand and pulls you to the bedroom for a closer inspection.
Jackson He’d pick you up and wrap your legs around his hips right away and start to carry you upstairs, but he’d be too impatient and just take you against the wall then and there
Jinyoung He’d want you to be waiting for him on the bed when he gets home. He’d crawl on top of you and keep the move intense eye contact of your life as he starts stripping you out of the rest of your clothing
Youngjae He’d turn a slight pinkish from shock, but would quickly snap out of it. He’d pull you into an embrace and he’d kiss your forehead and say, “Let’s take this somewhere else.” While he leads you to your room.
Pervert x2000! He could stop staring if he tried. He’d pull you closer by tugging at your panties, trying to get a little peek of what underneath,
“Oh my god, you’re perfect…”
He’d freeze for a split second and just pick you up. He has never been one for surprises, but he would gladly make an exception.
“You have no idea how difficult it was being at practice when I could have been at home with you like this.”
“I never want you to leave me, but you always do anyway.”
Luke’s baby blue eyes meet yours, but as soon as he
realizes you’re looking at him too, his gaze shifts away. He licks his lips
while looking down at his shoelaces, like he always does when he’s nervous.
He’s picking non-existent dust of his white shirt, while you’re struggling to
find something to say. Luke’s been on your mind for years, but you’ve always
viewed him as off limits, besides the friends-with-benefit-thing you have going
on. And you had tried to tell yourself that you were alright with that, but you
can’t do it anymore. Not when he looks so incredibly cute with his curly hair
going in all directions and a sleepy morning gaze scanning your fridge for something
to eat. “Hi,” you whisper. “Hi Y/N,” he says while taking a bite of the apple
he apparently found throughout the search of something eatable in your kitchen –
you’re surprised he even found anything, you’re not sure you could have done it
yourself. “Are you leaving?” you ask awkwardly and hope he doesn’t catch the
way you look at him. Your friends always tell you that you look like someone
ready to swallow him whole, and you’re not sure you’re ready for him to know
how much you’re into him. He shrugs, still not looking at you. “I thought you
wanted me to.” You swallow a gulp while telling yourself that ‘It’s now or never’. “I never want you to leave me, but you always do
anyway.” He finally looks in your direction, and the confusion is clear in his
blue irises. You’re pretty sure you can see some pain mixed in too, but that
could be your imagination playing with you. You’re waiting for him to say
something, but when he doesn’t, you know the game is over. “I thought that
maybe, just maybe, things would change when you stayed the night, but I guess I
shouldn’t get my hopes up too high; you’re still on your way to sneaking out,
after all.” He bites his lower lip while looking you straight in the eyes with
an intensity that scares you; you’ve known Luke for many years, but you’ve
never seen him look this determined. “I had no idea you felt that way, but I
hope I haven’t ruined things after tonight, ‘cause I really want to stay the
night, and perhaps the morning after, for the rest of my life.” It takes you a
few seconds to realize what he just said, but when his soft lips meet yours,
you’re pretty sure you get what he’s trying to tell you. “I think I’d like that.”
You sat down on the bed, glancing down at Bucky’s sleeping self. His eyes were closed and his face was relaxed. His chest moved rhythmically with each breath and you mentally cursed, you hated having to wake him up from such a peaceful state.
“Buck?” You shook his shoulder. “I need to tell you something.”
His eyes peeled open and a smile stretched across his lips. He looked so happy, so adorable; he rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. He propped himself up on your elbows and licked his lips, curious as to why you had woken him up at three in the morning.
As soon as he saw your tear stained cheeks he switched to an upright position. Worry flowed through his veins as he studied your face, he was always one for trying to guess the problem rather than just asking you. When you rolled your eyes and turned your head he placed a hand on your shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was faint, barely audible as the air conditioning kicked in.
You sighed, not wanting to tell him what was going on. The news would crush him, it would send him running. You weren’t in a serious enough relationship for anything as big as the news was. You had just moved in a week ago and now…
Tears fell from your eyes and you dropped your head into your hands. Bucky rubbed your backed and repeated his question. You brought your head up and met his gaze.
You, bundled in a knit scarf and oversized overcoat Caspar gifted you two winters ago, sit in your car.
The heat is running and the radio has been dialed down to a soft whisper.
Joe, whom sits beside you, is rattling on about something your attention is having trouble grasping, something that’s got him all excited. You’ve tried to follow along but it’s proved difficult.
“–and that’s when Zoe got gobbled up by a giant carrot.” Joe finishes.
You furrow your brows and face him, “What?”
“I lost you,” he smiles. “What’s wrong?”
You shake your head, lick your bottom lip. He sets a palm down on your shoulder.
You sigh, “I’m gonna miss you.”
“Aw,” he cooes, “babe–”
“You’re only gonna be gone for three days, but … I’m gonna miss you like mad.”
He leans in so to kiss you sweetly, the hand on your shoulder moving to cup your cheek. When he pulls back, he says, “I’m actually gonna be gone for four.”
You gasp and he laughs.
“I’m joking, I’m kidding.”
“You’re an idiot, ” you say with a smile.
When it’s time, Joe leaves the car for his train, but not before declaring his love for you. You watch as he rounds the front of the car and stops near your door. You roll down the window a crack and ask him what he’s doing.
He kisses you for a final time and then scribbles letters in the fog upon your window
The final result: ‘I love you’. You smirk as your cheeks go warm, “How many times did you have to practice writing backwards?”