#cuddling with bts

[flymetothejoon]

sleepy (m)

pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x reader genre: fluff, smut, established relationship warnings: morning shenanigans, cuddling, spooning, inexperienced virgin!reader, experienced yoongi, mutual masturbation, he teaches you how to masturbate, spitting, hair pulling, cumshot, thigh fucking, a little nipple and breast play, he thinks you're really hot word count: ~3.5k description: waking up in your new boyfriend's bed for the first time has its perks, especially when your boyfriend wants to cuddle and touch you. although you are inexperienced and shy, Yoongi is creative in getting you both to cum comfortably.

This is a revised version of smut I wrote for a different work. I hope you enjoy! hehe

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Your head falls to the side with a grumble leaving your lips; the sound feels distant, drifting lazily through the quiet morning. Sleepiness has overcome your body, and you inhale deeply to fight a yawn. You're struck by a scent that reminds you that you are not sleeping in your own bed right now. The overwhelming scent of your boyfriend is invading you, tickling your nose and urging your eyes to open slowly. The brightness of the room causes your eyes to squint. It's then that you feel Yoongi beside you.

You shift slightly, adjusting your position beneath the plush blankets, turning your head to catch sight of him. 

Yoongi lies beside you, serene and peaceful. His dark hair, tousled and soft, falls gracefully across his forehead and partially over his closed eyes, gently fluttering with each steady breath he takes. His typically sharp brows are relaxed, completely free from the tension you've grown accustomed to seeing when he's lost in thought or working through lyrics late into the night.

Your boyfriend is shirtless, which is a rare sight you've only recently earned the privilege to witness. Your gaze travels softly over every line and contour of his body, from the defined curve of his collarbone down to the subtle rise and fall of his chest beneath the white blankets. He appears like an angel in this state–so vulnerable and sexy.

This is the first time you've slept over at your new boyfriend's house. The relationship is new, but your feelings for one another aren't. The two of you have finally decided to become official after months of quiet yearning and distant, shy flirting mostly from a distance. 

Your rustling must interrupt his sleep, because Yoongi's nose crinkles and his peaceful aura is stolen from him; he's now frowning due to his return to consciousness. His eyes blink open, heavy and disoriented at first, but the instant they land on you, a gentle warmth floods his expression. His mouth curves upward in a soft and inviting smile reserved exclusively for these intimate moments with you. Your heart skips at the sight of it, prompting a mirrored smile on your own lips.

"Hi," he greets you groggily.

You swallow the fatigue of your sleep with a delighted expression. Your mouth tastes of dull toothpaste.

"Good morning," you reply softly.

"Roll over," he instructs you. His morning voice is conflicting with his command; his tone is alluring and sweet, but his voice is deep in a low grumble.

You don't question him. In your time of knowing each other, you've found that you quite enjoy everything that he tells you to do when you're unsure of the outcome. It is part of your journey to gaining more experience. You're finally giving into what feels right, and you don't want to be so naive anymore. You want your boyfriend, and oh does he want you too, but you are relying on his experience to lead the way.

Warmth blooms beneath your skin as you obediently roll onto your side. You turn your back to him while biting down on your lower lip in an attempt to contain the fluttering anticipation rising in your chest. Your nerves hum quietly as you await his touch. When Yoongi’s arm slips around your waist, hooking possessively yet softly around your stomach, you flinch ever so slightly. His palm settles flat against your belly button to pull you in until you're flush against him.

You slide effortlessly across the sheets until your back presses snugly into his chest. A small, involuntary giggle escapes your lips as your back nestles snugly into his chest. 

He holds you close, the strength of his arm leaving no room for you to move away. Each breath feels tighter, more constrained as your body molds perfectly into his. His half-naked frame presses insistently against yours, compelling your knees to bend, making room for him to claim even more space.

"There," he sighs with satisfaction.

When you turn your head to steal a glance at his face, Yoongi's eyes are closed and he is pretending to go back to sleep. His body is so firmly pressed to yours that you feel like you are sinking into the mattress. He overtakes you completely, capturing your frame within his embrace easily. You don't complain about your position because you like it; you are finally cuddling. You smile to yourself with your expression hidden from him and relax into the mattress.

Yoongi breathes steadily behind you. You try to control your own breathing as you feel his touch gently against your skin. His soft fingertips have found their way under the oversized material of his shirt that you're wearing; your skin feels hot and sensitive there now. His expansive hand and delicate fingertips are sliding against your skin with every breath you take.

You try your hardest not to squirm each time he nears the top of your pajama pants. You're not used to touches being on your body so casually, and especially not anywhere near your sensitive inner thighs.

"You aren't a friendly sleeper," Yoongi breathes. You can feel his chest as it vibrates with every word.

You grow concerned at his comment. "What do you mean?"

"This is your first time touching you since last night," he chuckles deeply. His morning voice is making your cheeks blush; he could be saying anything and you would be allured. "You want to keep me at a distance..."

"Oh no," you say worriedly. "Did I kick you?"

"Many times."

You are so embarrassed. Not only when you are awake do you make a fool out of yourself, but now you can't even sleep in a bed correctly with someone else in it? Now that Yoongi has mentioned this, you have a vague memory of hitting your arm roughly against his chest last night. Your silence must alert him to your overactive thinking process, because his lips meet the back of your neck with a lingering peck to comfort you. Your attempt to shy away from him turns into a shoulder roll because you can't move.

"It's okay," he easily assures you with sweet words, "I just...missed touching you."

His mouth is so close to your ear that you can almost feel each word as he communicates with you. Is it normal to shudder at every sexual thought you think about him? Is it even normal to have so many sexual thoughts about him? You wish there were some way for you to know if your actions and thoughts were average for someone who is in a relationship. You don't know if it is because you've just woken up, but it's taking less than usual to make you want to cross your legs. You place your hand atop his and squeeze it to control your new frustrations instead.

"I'm sorry," you apologize for your midnight thrashing. "I guess...I guess it's because you're not used to sleeping next to anyone. Don't take it personally."

His thumb begins to brush against your hand, and it is perfectly matched with the flutter of sweet kisses he is leaving on the back of your neck now. Goosebumps rise on your skin with every kiss that he leaves. you're in heaven. You have never felt so amazing after just waking up, and all it's taking is some soft kisses against your skin. Yoongi's hand moves upward towards your chest, and your hand follows atop it.

"You also frown in your sleep…"

His words do not distract you from his touch.

His fingertips now feel cold when he trails them up closer to your breasts. Instantly your body is in a panic, not knowing what to do as his plump lips so delicately continue to kiss your skin, and now as his hand is exploring your chest. You inhale sharply when he squeezes your breast in his hand. Your hips flex, and your butt snuggles into his crotch when he begins to squeeze at your very sensitive nipple. Your body stills; being in a semi-state of sleepiness is making every touch amplified.

Yoongi mumbles against your skin, "you must be having bad dreams."

Your shirt slips loosely over your shoulder, the collar merely nudged aside by the insistence of his mouth. His kisses trail warmly across the curve of your shoulder, the softness of his hair brushing delicately against your cheek. Every gentle, lingering touch against your breasts sends waves of pleasure cascading through you, each sensation perfectly placed and deliberate. His earlier words dissolve from your mind, replaced entirely by the intensity of this intimate moment.

Your ass is pressing so hard into him that you can feel his throbbing cock growing. Your eyes don't go wide in shock this time; instead, you moan under your breath at how good he feels against you. It's turning you on that your body can make him react like this… and that his touches can make you react like this. You continue to move your ass against him because you can feel his breath change every time you do so.

Your hand squeezes his, which in turn makes his hand squeeze more harshly against your breast. It was an involuntary reaction, but now that you've done it, you do it again to control his hand as it moves against your pleasure points. Somehow Yoongi is making your pussy throb without even touching you there. You can feel yourself getting wet from his outer touches; your shuddering is a result of this.

Yoongi is smirking against you as his teeth pull at your skin. The sensation stings, but only for a moment, because his lips are trailing up and down your shoulder, creating a mixture of different sensations. He forces your hands to switch positions, making your palm meet your own breast as he controls your fingertip movements. You are surprised that your own hand can make you feel similar to how he does it.

"Feels nice, hm?" he coaxes, referring to your own touches against yourself.

You're nodding because you don't want to speak. You're scared that you are allowing yourself to get too carried away with your intimacy that you will climax too soon. You can feel pressure starting to build in the pit of your stomach; small whimpers escape your mouth as you try to suppress your feelings.

"Answer me, baby," he demands huskily.

"Yes," you say just above a breath.

His hand clasps yours, pulling it away from your breast softly. You can feel your own fingertips as they trail down towards your belly button, and then torturously slow against your navel. Your breathing quickens when he begins to urge your conjoined hands under your pajama pants. You don't protest at all; your hand has no resistance as he moves into your intimate area. You're in awe that you're mentally begging to be touched there.

Your hips flex again when he sinks your fingers into your wet folds. You moan through a bit lip when his skilled slender fingertips guide yours to start rubbing smooth circles against yourself. His cock is throbbing and much more prominent now against your ass; he is so hard. His length isn't tamed by tight fitted briefs, but loose pajama material.

"Oh, fuck, you sound so hot," he whispers lowly. 

Yoongi is manipulating your fingertips into circles against your wet clit, and you almost can't recognize the difference of it being your own fingers. The pleasure isn't prejudice to your touch. Yoongi's lips are continuing with the absentminded kisses at your shoulder, but they are getting swallowed by how intense the pleasure is between your thighs. Your right leg bends to expose yourself more easily to his—no, your touches.

"Oh, Yoongi…" you moan, his name falling breathlessly from your lips.

You don't notice that he has retracted his hand until you feel his hand at your ass. Your eyes are screwed shut as you continue to play with your throbbing clit, mirroring the motions he was doing to you. His name trembles from your lips as you continue to touch yourself. The mattress moves slightly at his shift of weight.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he is speaking softly now; shallow breathing occupying his usual deep demeanor.

You stop moving your fingers against yourself when you feel his hand pull your pajama pants down just enough to expose your ass to him. Your eyes drowsily look down under the blanket at what he is doing; Yoongi has pulled his own pants down also, and he is jerking his hard cock beside you. The sight makes you bite your lip because of how absolutely breathtaking you find such an intimate moment to be. Yoongi doesn't mind you seeing him like this.

You trust in him that he won't do anything that you will find uncomfortable, so you don't object. You don't say anything. Feeling his body against you, as his chest leans forward, sends the familiar tingles through your body, and your fingers continue so that you can feel the pleasure again. . . it's addicting.

"Baby," Yoongi says to get your attention. you open your eyes to see his hand at your mouth. "Spit."

His eyes trail from your lips and to his hand. He can't possibly be asking you to actually spit in his hand?

Yoongi's lazy smile at your naivety reappears and it is as if he is reading your mind. "Yes, into my hand."

You do as you're told because you know that your confusion is due to your ignorance. The drool drips from your mouth and into his palm; you would expect this sight to usually unnerve or gross someone out, but no: Yoongi is greedy in that he even wipes his fingers against your lips to catch all of your saliva. Your chest feels heavy when you watch his hand, which has your spit all over it, wrap around his cock to pump himself.

"Yes... fuck, baby," he praises you with every stroke he makes.

You swallow hard and allow your head to fall back into the pillow. Oh my goodness, you squeal on the inside. The peculiar image of him using your spit to lubricate himself has made your body want him even more. This is wrong…isn't it? You should feel exposed and shy with your ass exposed to him and his cock so…close to you, but you don't. You don't think you never will again.

You can hear his palm as it slides up and down his coated length. With your eyes screwed shut, and your fingers trying to replicate the feeling of him touching your aching pussy, the euphoric feeling continues to climb higher and higher. It's then that you feel him grip your thigh into his hand. Your muscle flexes beneath his touch and his fingertips dig even harder into you, forcing your thighs to meet one another.

"Thinking of me?" he urges in a deep breath; a bit cocky in his tone.

Every inch of your body feels exposed and sensitive. Even the temperature in the room seems to be adding to the sensations. You can barely control your wild thoughts and breathing.

"Yes," you confess breathlessly, "Your mouth. . . Y-Your fingers. . ."

The descriptions are out of your mouth without much hesitance. The way he speaks to you when you are intimate has encouraged your mind to be thoughtless and react the same. Given the appreciative grunt you hear from him when his hand begins to slow down against his slick and sticky cock, you're smiling to yourself that your small voice was able to affect him.

"You're such a good girl for me," he mutters lowly as he watches you.

You're moving your hips against your fingers as you begin to find a steady pleasure. You cry in the heat of your emotions, "I want you."

You're talking about something that you are very much afraid of, yet the beg escapes your lips so easily in this state of mind. Thinking about how easily he could penetrate you, and how easily his throbbing cock could slide inside your wet aching insides, is exciting you. You know it's your hormones and the ecstasy taking over your mind, but you want him. It's clouding your judgement.

"Fuck," he soothes your begging with a small shake of his head, refusing your plea. He places a kiss against the back of your arm. "Let's get used to each other first, hm?"

You're nodding even though you don't know what he is talking about. "Mhm."

You can feel his hand as it grips your hip, controlling your ass easily. He pulls your body back with his palm; you jolt forward, taken back when you feel his cock in-between your thighs.

"Oh, fuck," Yoongi groans. "Your body is so perfect body for me..."

His audible breathing is enough to make the odd sensation not feel odd at all. You can feel the base of him against your ass each time he rocks his hips into you. His swollen, sticky tip brushes against your folds and you clench your thighs around him with a whimper.

"Your beautiful thighs," he continues with his sensual words; he kisses your cheek. You are totally out of your comfort zone, yet you are too curious and intrigued in what is happening to want to stop. You love the way he sounds, and the way Yoongi's body is against you. You can feel him thrusting into you, his slick cock slipping back and forth against your wet thighs.

Yoongi's fingertips are on your hips as he holds you steady. Your skin ripples from his firm grip. He is not gentle with how hard he digs his fingertips into you to control you, allowing himself to seamlessly rock into you and use your thighs for his own pleasure. You close your eyes and continue to touch yourself. . . your fingertips are drenched and slide so easily against your clit. The thought of being able to feel him fingering you without him actually doing anything— is an awakening. The way your body reacts is proof of that.

Moans are escaping you breathlessly. Yoongi is groaning, so deep in low octaves, above you as your fingers work frivolously in your throbbing insides. You don't have much time to get comfortable with your head against the pillow, because Yoongi has your hair in his hand, pulling you so that your back is flat against him, and so that he can bring his lips to your cheek. His kiss is gentle, and in great contrast to how rough he is being with his hands.

His lips are at your ear when he speaks.

"So fucking sexy," he mutters, "...and mine."

You don't hiss with pain when he tugs at your hair. He pulls harshly to force your neck back. You feel your climax quickly approaching, and your thighs are beginning to sway lazily with no connection to your brain. Yoongi releases your hair, holding your thigh down to create pressure for his length. His slow thrusts are becoming faster.

Your head falls forward and that's when it hits you: the seemingly never ending free fall of an orgasm that you think will only ever feel this way with him. Your body is practically twitching when you remove your hand from in-between your thighs with sticky fingers.

You are heaving for breath as Yoongi continues, but only for a moment longer before he pulls away from between your thighs. Yoongi's hand is around his length when you fall into the bed. Your eyes meet his, and his breathing is rapid and sharp as he pumps his warm cum down onto your chest. The sticky substance drips from the valley of your breasts down towards your stomach.

"Oh, ___," he coos at the sight of you. "You are so fucking hot."

[raulsparza]

Jacob Anderson talking about the goat Louis chases when he's recovering after Lestat dropped him: "It was fun following a baby goat around the stage. I think his name was Barnaby. He was great he was having a great time...It was one of the funnest days of my professional career. Like, how is this my job to chase a baby goat around? And then I got to give him cuddles as well. It was great."

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Episode 5 BTS | Possessive Fort Strikes Again

What on earth was that chin grab? Peat didn't even react. He's so used to this insanely clingy behaviour, he just let's Fort have his way with him.

[0piumlol]

Rain and hoodies

Pairings: Jimin x reader

Warnings: None.

Genre: Fluffy oneshot, established relationship au

Summary: On a quiet, rainy night, you find comfort in Jimin’s oversized hoodie, only to be caught in the act. What starts as playful teasing quickly turns into something softer, filled with warmth, quiet confessions, and the kind of intimacy that lingers long after the moment ends.

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The soft hum of the heater fills the apartment, wrapping the space in warmth as the rain outside taps gently against the windows. The scent of chamomile tea lingers in the air, mixing with the faint traces of vanilla and musk—Jimin’s cologne, still clinging to the hoodie draped over your frame.

You’re curled up on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, completely swallowed by the oversized fabric. It’s far too big, the sleeves slipping past your fingers as you absently trace patterns onto your knee. The hoodie smells like him, like comfort, like home, and you sigh contentedly as you sink deeper into it, letting it engulf you entirely.

It isn’t long before you hear the soft padding of feet against the hardwood floor.

Jimin walks in, two mugs of tea cradled in his hands, but the second his gaze lands on you, he pauses mid-step. His lips part slightly before curling into a smirk, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he takes in the sight before him.

"Princess," he drawls, tilting his head as he makes his way over. "Is that my hoodie?"

You meet his gaze with an exaggerated look of innocence, gripping the sleeves and pulling them further over your hands. "Nope," you say, tucking your chin into the collar. "It’s mine now."

Jimin scoffs, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression—only warmth. He sets the mugs down on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch beside you, his knee knocking against yours.

"You keep stealing my clothes," he murmurs, leaning back into the cushions as he eyes you. His voice is laced with amusement, but there’s something else there, something softer. "Should I be worried?"

You hum, pretending to think it over before flashing him a grin. "No, you should be flattered. Means I like having pieces of you with me."

The smirk on his lips falters, just slightly, giving way to something deeper. His dark eyes study you, filled with an emotion you can’t quite place, and for a moment, neither of you speak.

Then, slowly, Jimin reaches out. His fingers brush against your cheek, featherlight, before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers, warm and steady, and when he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper.

"You already have all of me," he says, so softly that it makes your heart stumble.

The air shifts between you, playful teasing giving way to something else—something quiet and unspoken. His eyes flicker down to your lips, but instead of closing the distance, he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, slow and lingering. His lips stay there for a moment, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you, like he’s sealing a silent promise into your skin.

When he finally pulls away, he exhales a small, contented sigh, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. You don’t resist, curling into him, the warmth of his body melting into yours.

"Fine," he murmurs, resting his chin atop your head. "You can keep the hoodie. But don’t think I won’t steal it back."

You laugh, knowing full well that even if he did, you’d just steal another one.

A comfortable silence settles over the two of you, broken only by the occasional drip of rain against the window. The tea on the table goes untouched as Jimin traces lazy patterns on your arm, his fingers warm against your skin.

"You’re really cozy like this," he murmurs, voice laced with sleepiness.

"You’re just saying that because I’m wrapped in your hoodie," you tease.

Jimin hums, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like the way you look in my clothes."

Your cheeks heat, but before you can respond, he pulls the blanket over both of you, cocooning you even further into his warmth. His breathing evens out slightly, his grip on you tightening as he murmurs, half-asleep, "Stay like this forever?"

You smile against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie.

"Always."

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Thanks for reading!

[lanwangjihouse]

just look at how Lil Apple pushes Lan Zhan. twice

[yearofinstitutionalization]

340/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[bloody-bee-tea]

We have to match

This fic was entirely inspired by by this amazing art by @jjks-dodo

The first time it happens, Suguru doesn't know what to do with the present Satoru shoves into his hands.

“It’s not my birthday,” is the first thing out of his mouth, because it’s the first of December, so it’s actually closer to Satoru’s birthday than his own.

“I know that,” Satoru gives back, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if he’s vibrating out of his skin with excitement.

It’s kind of his default state whenever he does something, though, so it doesn’t really clue Suguru in on what’s going on here.

“What is this, then?” Suguru asks, lifting the present slightly. It’s wrapped, though haphazardly so, and Suguru knows that Satoru must have done it himself.

“If you’d unpack it, you’d know,” he snaps out, slightly on edge so this must be important to him.

Still, Suguru can’t help but to want to know more before he unwraps it.

“I’d like to know the occasion first, if you don’t mind.”

He’s wrecking his brain, trying to figure out if he missed some important date, some anniversary he wasn’t aware of–he wouldn’t put it past Satoru to remember the first time they shared a popsicle or something and then make a big deal out of it–but nothing comes to mind.

“It’s Christmas,” Satoru informs him, and it only serves to make Suguru frown harder.

“It’s really not,” he gives back, because it’s December 1st. Christmas is still far away, and it’s not even as if Suguru celebrates it anyway.

He didn’t think Satoru would, either, what with his family and all but clearly he’d been wrong about that.

“But it’s the Advent Season,” Satoru almost whines out, clearly bothered by the fact that Suguru didn’t open his present yet. “Will you just open it already, goddamit.”

Suguru hesitates for a moment longer, mostly just to annoy the hell out of Satoru, but he sees how the bouncing slows down, sees how Satoru worries the hem of his sleeves with his fingers and Suguru just knows that this is important to him, no matter what is in the present.

It’s important enough to Satoru to make him nervous about this and Suguru doesn’t have it in him to let him wait longer.

“Fine, fine, relax, would you,” he mutters, even as he rips the paper wrapping apart and he momentarily goes still when he finds a sweater.

A Christmas sweater to be precise.

It’s red and green with little reindeers all over and it’s kind of hideous if Suguru were to be honest, but he can’t be. Not when Satoru looks at him with so much expectation written on his face.

“Thanks?” Suguru finally manages to say, still unsure what he’s supposed to do with this, when Satoru suddenly whips out a matching sweater.

“The time leading up to Christmas is the best time and we’ll have to match, so I got you that one to match mine,” he excitedly says, clearly reassured by the fact that Suguru didn’t immediately throw the sweater in his face.

“We have to match,” Suguru repeats slowly, and the corners of his mouth twitch when Satoru nods vigorously, making his hair flop around.

When a strand gets stuck in Satoru’s eyelashes, Suguru reaches out without thought to push it away. He briefly feels panic lick up his throat when Satoru goes still under his fingers, but Suguru pretends as if nothing happens and takes his hand back as if it didn’t mean anything.

“You sure you got my size right?” he asks to break the weird tension between them and it’s enough to jolt Satoru back into action, though he can’t quite hide the faint blush on his face.

“A size  bigger than me, because of your stupidly huge shoulders,” he huffs out and Suguru laughs.

“I keep telling you, if you’d actually train like at least once a weak you wouldn’t be all noodle-limbed.”

“I’m not noodle-limbed!” Satoru huffs and puffs with outrage and Suguru laughs even louder. 

They both know it’s not true anyway; Satoru is good enough at hand-to-hand combat to best just about everyone they know, except, of course, Suguru.

“If you and your stupidly jacked arms rip this sweater apart, I’m not getting you a new one,” Satoru hisses at him when Suguru takes of the shirt he’s currently wearing to try the sweater on.

It’s a nice thought, not having to wear this hideous thing, but Suguru just knows that for all his faked outrage Satoru would be devastated and Suguru couldn’t stand it. So he slips into the sweater and lets out a relieved little sigh when it actually fits him.

He only feels slightly stupid when he turns around and he gives a pointed look at Satoru’s own shirt.

“Where’s yours then,” he wants to know and Satoru lights up like a Christmas tree.

“I have it right here, wait,” he rushes out, magicking out a second sweater from god-knows-where and he slips it on without hesitation. “Now we match,” he laughs out, bright and happy and for that alone Suguru would wear much worse things than a stupid, cute, matching Christmas sweater.

~*~*~

The second time it happens, Suguru is kind of expecting it. He knows Satoru too well to think he’d let something like this go, would only do it for one year and so when Satoru hands him a slightly better wrapped present, he accepts it without complaint.

“Cutting it a little bit close, huh?” he asks, because it’s already late in the night of the first of December and it’s not like Satoru to miss out on even a day of this.

Last year he made Suguru wear the sweater almost constantly, only allowing him to take it off to get it washed and for missions and so for him to almost miss an entire day is uncharacteristic.

“Yeah, well–” Satoru trails off, clutching his jacket more tightly around himself and Suguru narrows his eyes at him.

“What did you do?” he wants to know because it’s clear as day that Satoru is up to something.

“Nothing,” Satoru easily gives back, too fast and too smooth and Suguru’s fingers still on the paper. 

“I don’t think I want this anymore,” he says, shoving the parcel into Satoru’s chest who shoves it right back.

“You have to, though Suguru, we have to match, remember?” 

“I’m not so sure I want to match with you anymore,” Suguru lies straight through his teeth and a painful stab of regret is all he gets for his trouble when hurt briefly flashes over Satoru’s face.

“But–it’s tradition, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru shakes his head.

“One year doesn’t make a tradition, Satoru,” he tells him, though he does get back to unwrapping the sweater.

This one is thankfully only red as far as Suguru can see so far, and so that already makes it better than the last one, at least in Suguru’s opinion.

That thought only holds for as long as he needs to fully unfold the sweater though, because of course it wouldn’t be that easy, not when it comes to Satoru.

The words ‘I’m the naughty one’ are stitched into the front in white and Suguru lowers it just enough to be able to glare at Satoru.

“What the hell is this?” he demands to know only for Satoru to grin brightly at him as he takes off his jacket, revealing a matching red sweater underneath it.

Except his says ‘I’m the nice one’.

“Absolutely not,” Suguru whispers under his breath, even as Satoru laughs right in his face in his glee but he gets the wind knocked out of him when Suguru throws his own sweater in Satoru’s face and then uses that moment of distraction to tackle him to the bed.

“Absolutely not!” Suguru repeats louder this time and starts to wrestle Satoru out of the sweater.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing, Suguru,” Satoru shrieks out, laughing so hard he can barely breathe when Suguru tries to distract him by tickling him but even like this it takes him a long time to finally, finally get Satoru out of the sweater.

“If one of us is the naughty one, it’s you,” Suguru pants out, sitting across Satoru’s legs and looking down at him, his hair falling around his face, bun having come undone somewhere in their tousle.

“But everyone expects that,” Satoru pouts at him, still breathing hard from screaming and laughing and his face is flushed red.

He’s absolutely beautiful.

“And besides, don’t act as if you don’t encourage me at every turn,” he adds and it’s not as if Suguru can even deny that.

Enabling Satoru is a bit of a bad habit of his but not everyone needs to know that.

“Do not,” he says, just to be contrary, and pulls the ‘I’m the nice one’ sweater over his head, so that there’s no chance of Satoru taking it back.

He stills when it settles around him.

“That’s my size,” he says, fixing Satoru with his eyes and Satoru blinks up at him.

“We have the same size?” he tries, even though they both know that’s bullshit and Suguru proves it to him by reaching for the naughty sweater and checking the size there.

“This one is one size smaller, though,” Suguru says and shoves the sweater almost into Satoru’s face.

“My mistake,” Satoru says, still not able to admit that he did this on purpose it seems and there’s only one possible punishment for that.

Suguru flops down on top of him.

“Uff, you oaf, don’t you know you’re heavy as fuck?” Satoru breathes out but his attempts at pushing Suguru off are half-hearted at best.

“I’m also tired as hell,” Suguru easily gives back and dares to nuzzle his face into the crook of Satoru’s neck. “I think I might sleep right here.”

“Hey, hey, Suguru!” Satoru squeaks out, though of course he’d never admit to that and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

Satoru is warm under him and kind of poky with his sharp edges but it’s the single most comfortable position Suguru has been in, simply because it’s Satoru, and soon enough he really gets sleepy.

“‘m gonna sleep now,” he whispers out and the last thing he knows is how Satoru scratches at his scalp as he breathes out a soft “Okay”.

~*~*~

Suguru is already holding his hands out when Satoru steps into the room.

“Let’s see what horrible thing you brought this time,” he says, making grabby hands at Satoru, who seems to have frozen right in the doorway.

“Uhm,” Satoru says, looking down at the present in his hands before he looks back up at Suguru.

He’s more nervous than he was even the first time he did this and it instantly puts Suguru on edge.

“Is it that hideous?” he wants to know, simply snatching the present out of Satoru’s hand, who tries to get it back but ultimately fails because he still can’t best Suguru when it comes to anything even resembling close combat.

“I just–” Satoru cuts himself off, clearly unsure of himself and Suguru fights the urge to soothe his nerves.

He fails miserably, because he always does when it comes to Satoru.

“You want me to give it back?” he asks, offering the present to Satoru, who doesn’t reach out for it. “If you don’t want to, we can skip this year,” Suguru goes on, even though it’s clear that some part of Satoru at least must want because he did get the sweater after all.

“No, it’s just–you might hate it.”

Satoru hasn’t been that unsure since the very first week of them knowing each other and Suguru hates it with a passion.

“Why would I?” he carefully asks but Satoru only shrugs. “Can I unwrap it?”

“Sure. Just remember that it doesn’t–you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

Of course I want to sits at the tip of his tongue, but Suguru bites it back. It’s not going to help if he reassures Satoru with meaningless words right now, so instead of saying that he busies himself with unwrapping this year's sweater.

This one is green for a change but by now Suguru knows to wait until he sees the front before he forms his decision on this, so he quickly unfolds it, holding it out in front of him.

In stark white it says ‘Family Christmas’ on the front and Suguru is glad that the sweater is hiding his face for the moment because to think that Satoru was nervous about this hurts him acutely.

“You hate it,” Satoru grumbles when Suguru takes a moment too long to say something. “I knew you’d hate it, that was such a dumb idea,” he goes on, his voice barely above a whisper and Suguru lowers the sweater so fast, Satoru flinches.

“Of course you’re my family, you idiot,” Suguru breathes out, instantly honing in on what made Satoru so nervous because he knows him after all. “It’s a great sweater.”

“It–is?” Satoru wants to know, clearly still not convinced and Suguru doesn’t hesitate to slide it over his shirt. 

“Of course it is,” he vehemently says, because it is. 

Satoru doesn’t quite seem convinced though, so Suguru pulls him into a hug. 

“You are my family, idiot,” he says, more fondly than maybe necessary, but Satoru doesn’t call him out on it and instead slings his arms around him.

“You sure?”

“I’ve been wearing stupid matching Christmas sweaters with you for the past two years, you really think I would do that for just anybody?”

Satoru doesn’t need to know that that really has nothing to do with being family and all with Suguru being stupidly in love with him. At least not yet.

Though a plan is slowly starting to take form in Suguru’s mind.

“I should hope not, actually,” Satoru gives back and Suguru rests his head on top of Satoru’s.

He doesn’t move away, and he doesn’t protest about the hug as much as he normally does–however feigned his protest usually is–and so Suguru knows that this really means a lot to him.

It means a lot to him, too, and so he’s more than content to stay right where he is.

~*~*~

Suguru barges into Satoru’s room at the tail end of the last day of November.

“I’ve got a present for you!” he calls out, throwing the wrapped gift right into Satoru’s face when he’s not quick enough to sit up and catch it.

Nerves are licking up Suguru’s spine but like this he can’t talk himself out of it. Not again. He talked himself out of it so often during the last year–years, really–and he thinks it’s time that one of them man’s up. He thinks he knows what Satoru’s answer is going to be, has seen it in the lingering stares, has felt it in the prolonged touches but there’s still that small chance that it’s all just because Satoru sees him as family.

As just family, and nothing more.

“What’s this?” Satoru wants to know, turning the present in his hands and Suguru rolls his eyes at him.

“If you’d open it, you’d know,” he shoots back, not sitting down next to Satoru because he needs to be able to read Suguru’s own sweater once he unpacked his.

It doesn’t help with the nerves, when Satoru has to look up at him like that, though.

“Is this–a sweater?” Satoru asks, squeezing the package in his hands. “Did you get me a Christmas sweater?” He almost sounds accusing and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“What? You can do it, but I can’t?”

“But I have ours picked out already!”

“Yeah, well, shucks. It’s my turn, this year,” Suguru decides and he closes Satoru’s mouth when it drops open.

“Wow, didn’t know you could be so rude,” he mutters, Suguru’s hand still under his chin and Suguru gives him his best grin.

“I learned from the best. Now, if you would?”

“Now, if you would,” Satoru repeats mockingly under his breath, but he does rip into the paper, quickly unveiling the sweater.

At first glance it’s simply red, but of course there’s something written on the front and Suguru’s heart beats in his chest.

“I have everything I want for Christmas,” Satoru reads out loud and Suguru can see the frown on his face. “That’s not even funny, Suguru,” he then whines out, turning his gaze back to Suguru, who feels as if he could die on the spot.

His mouth his dry, his heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might jump right out of his chest and the butterflies in his stomach make him a little bit sick.

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” he still somehow gets out as he opens his jacket and shows Satoru the matching sweater he’s wearing.

It’s green and the words “It’s me, I’m everything” are written on the front.

Suguru watches how Satoru’s eyes go wide as he slowly takes in the words and he knows it’s all going to be fine when Satoru blushes a furious red.

“What does that mean? Suguru, what does that mean?” he demands to know, almost shouting out the words in his urgency and Suguru smiles at him.

“Take an educated guess,” he replies, though he doesn’t torture Satoru–or himself–any longer.

He bends down, briefly pressing his lips to Satoru’s to make it abundantly clear just what this all means and he knows Satoru finally goes with the program when his hands fly up to tangle in Suguru’s sweater, keeping him right where he is, keeping him close.

“Does that mean I don’t get any other Christmas presents this year?” Satoru pouts out, though Suguru can see how his eyes shine with happiness. 

He leans in to taste that smile once more.

“Maybe if you’re being good, I have one or two for you,” he breathes out, and this time it’s Satoru who leans in for a kiss.

“But everyone knows I’m the naughty one,” Satoru mutters against his lips and Suguru laughs.

Satoru steals the sound right from his lips.

“Maybe I’ll part with that sweater just this once,” Suguru muses but Satoru shakes his head. 

“Not a chance in hell, we’re never going to take these ones off. I love you.”

Trust Satoru to still be the first one to say it, Suguru fondly thinks as he’s almost drowning in his love. 

“I love you,” he quickly gives back, peppering Satoru’s face with kisses until he’s laughing with happiness.

“I want everyone to know,” Satoru eventually says, once they are cuddled close on the bed and Suguru snorts out a laugh.

“Kind of inevitable if you don’t want to take that sweater off ever again,” he gives back and Satoru beams at him.

“Best way to tell everyone. Best way to tell me, actually, “he adds after a moment and Suguru simply has to kiss him again.

“Thought you might like it,” Suguru nods, pulling Satoru closer. “Glad you like it.”

“Love it,” Satoru immediately corrects him. “Just like I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Suguru mutters, getting sleepy now that all the adrenaline is out of his system and he’s warm and cozy in bed, with the love of his life safely in his arms.

He nuzzles his face against Satoru’s shoulder and breathes one more kiss on his skin before sleep slowly drags him under.

The last thing he hears his a muttered “You think there are sweaters for proposing?” and Suguru falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He really wouldn’t mind a sweater like that.

[scarefox]

plot twist

[quicklyandrogynousfox-blog]

i have thoughts, and i'd like to illustrate them with gifs and clips but i'm on my mobile and search is too cumbersome so text'll have to do.

i think that they sometimes ask the other for a cuddle

[sopekooks]

141/638 days of missing yoongi

[adorastarot]

Hi Adora! Love and appreciate your work!

I would like to ask,

Specifically with their fs, who in BTS would be big cuddles and who not so much?

Thank you!

Hi anon!!!! OHHHHHH I LOVE THIS! Thank you so much for asking this question! <3

♡ This reading has an extended version for Ko-fi members - Cuddle style visuals [Check it out]

Who in bts likes to cuddle the most?

(Most)Seokjin - Taehyung - Yoongi -Jungkook - Jimin - Hoseok - Namjoon (Least)

*I was super surprised by this

Seokjin ( the star) seems to just really enjoy being tangled with his fs, he wants to be taken care of by this person as well with the star card…wants to lay himself bare for this person and cuddling is part of that for him.

Taehyung (Justice) will want to call the shots, he wants to have some sort of control but still be fair with cuddles! He will want to be the big spoon I reckon

Yoongi (Wheel of fortune) I keep feeling like Yoongi will LOVE his FS’ body and will want to be close to this person all the time, cuddle time will be important for him, but the FS may also demand cuddles

Jungkook (7 of pentacles ) For Jungkook cuddling is about creating a bond between him and his person, he may enjoy cuddling the most when he feels lost or confused about his future.

Jimin ( 6 of pentacles) It’s all about give and take for Jimin. He wants to be cuddled but he also wants to cuddle. May prefer to be close and hold his person’s hand or give them a hug instead of a full-on cuddle session

Hoseok (5 of pentacles reversed) Cuddling is about improving the connection but very much like JK it’s also about finding comfort during the hard times. He wouldn’t just cuddle for the sake of cuddling

Namjoon (2 of pentacles) I think he would struggle to just cuddle and do nothing! He is always doing something so I don’t think that he will be too into cuddling. He will find other ways to spend time with his fs

[yoongkookie101]

*Cuddles* || OT7 || ~Cuties~

[heybaetae]

hobi in a week omg

[laststandx3]

if i were one of the most powerful creatures in the world and there were only a dozen more beings of my species i wouldnt die so a toxic and dysfunctional family could fix their problems. rip sunfyre and meleys but i'm different

[soft-for-yoongi]

I'm in love with these 🥺🥺🥺 Jinkook was thriving in the 4 minutes that was their Chuseok live in 2016 🤩 also bonus J-hope holding his stomach, saying he wants to eat.

Jungkook looks so young I cantttt. Who wouldn't want to lean up against those world wide shoulders??

The third pic, Jin looking down at Jungkook when he was speaking, 🤧🤧🥹 IN LOVE. Sickfic scenarios are running through my head rn.

[btsarmy-ds]

Cuddling Nakd with a Psycho || Jungkook FF one-shot