#taehyung x gn!reader

[hehe1m0n]

Not Gone / 사라지지 않았다

| Husband!Taehyung x gn!reader

| Summary: After months of distance, Taehyung returns from military service quieter, heavier with longing and starved for the warmth he’s missed most: you. The apartment is still, but the air between you is full of everything unsaid. In the quiet that follows his homecoming, you relearn each other slowly, through touch, breath, and the kind of closeness that doesn’t need words. He’s not just back. He’s yours again.

| Warnings: Soft smut, military return, no protection, soft dom Taehyung, sub reader, light body worship.

| Word count: 1,061k

You didn’t even move.

You couldn’t.

Your hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, heart pounding like it could burst. It had been too long. Months of letters, rationed phone calls, short videos you watched until your phone overheated. You dreamed about this moment so often, you weren’t even sure it was real.

But then you heard it.

The sound of boots. That deep breath he always took when he stepped into the apartment. The rustle of his duffel bag hitting the floor.

“Baby?” Taehyung’s voice cracked.

You turned around slowly.

He was standing there in uniform, his eyes already glassy. His buzzed hair made his face look sharper, older, but those eyes were the same. Still honey brown. Still holding every soft thing you’d ever given him.

He didn’t say anything else.

He just walked over and pulled you into his arms.

You melted instantly, wrapping yourself around him like you’d been waiting your whole life for this exact hug. He smelled like cold air and sun warmed fabric, a faint trace of military soap still clinging to his collar.

“You’re here,” you whispered.

He just nodded, chin buried in your shoulder. You felt his whole body shudder once, like he was trying not to cry.

“I’m here,” he said, barely audible. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

You stood like that for a long time, just breathing each other in.

Then he pulled back, just enough to cup your face in both hands. His thumbs brushed your cheeks, then he kissed you. Soft. Hesitant. Like he was afraid he’d forgotten how.

You smiled into it. Kissed him deeper.

And something broke in him.

He kissed you harder, like he couldn’t get close enough, like he was trying to make up for every missed night and morning, every second he couldn’t be with you. His hands roamed gently, your shoulders, your back, your waist. Like he was relearning you piece by piece.

“Still mine?” he murmured against your lips.

“Always.”

His forehead dropped against yours, breathing uneven.

“I need you,” he said, voice shaking. “Not just sex. I need you. Your skin. Your breath. Your warmth. Please, let me feel it again.”

You nodded without speaking, took his hand, and guided him to the bedroom.

He followed silently, his grip tight.

Once inside, Taehyung reached for the hem of your shirt with reverence. He tugged it up slowly, fingers trembling slightly as he revealed your skin.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said. His tone was reverent. Like prayer.

You undressed each other in quiet touches and soft kisses. No rush. No hunger yet. Just need.

When you were both down to nothing, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips.

He kissed you again. Long, lingering kisses. His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, your throat, down your shoulder. Each press of his lips left you breathless. Each inhale from him sounded like relief.

“You smell like home,” he whispered into your skin.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close. His body was warm beneath your palms, solid and safe. You ran your hands down his back, over muscles that had grown harder, broader. But his heart, his heart still beat the same against your chest.

He leaned back slightly, positioning you, one hand sliding between your bodies.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured. “Let me be inside you again.”

You nodded. “Please.”

Taehyung looked up at you once, eyes searching.

Then, slowly, he pressed into you.

You both gasped at the contact.

He filled you inch by inch, his hands gripping your hips like he was grounding himself. Once fully in, he just breathed, forehead resting against your shoulder, eyes shut, like the feeling of being joined like this was overwhelming.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You still feel like mine.”

You shifted in his lap, rolling your hips slowly, and he moaned softly an open, helpless sound.

He started moving gently, thrusting up into you in slow, deep waves. You moved with him, bodies locked, hands tangled, breath synced.

“You’re everything,” he murmured. “You don’t know how many nights I laid there thinking about this, about you.”

“I thought about you too,” you said, voice catching.

He kissed you then slow and emotional, tongues tangling lazily while his body moved under yours. The friction was perfect. The heat. The rhythm. The way his arms wrapped around you so tightly, like he was scared you might disappear mid thrust.

His lips moved across your face, temples, eyelids, cheekbones, lips like he was trying to kiss you back to life.

“Tell me you missed me,” he whispered, voice cracked and breathless.

“I did,” you moaned. “Every day. I waited for you.”

His hips jerked, pace faltering for just a second.

“You’re everything I came back for,” he groaned. “Everything I wanted. Everything I love.”

You could feel how close he was. His hands gripped you tighter, your name leaving his lips in soft, desperate gasps.

“I’m close,” he said, forehead pressed to yours. “Can I come inside? Please, say I can.”

“Please,” you breathed. “I want it. I want you.”

That was it.

He came with a soft cry, arms locked around you, cock twitching inside as he spilled. You held him through it, rocked against him gently as he gasped and moaned into your neck.

When it ended, he didn’t move.

He just stayed inside you, chest heaving, arms clinging. His face was pressed into your shoulder, breath warm and trembling against your skin.

“I love you,” he said softly. “I love you so much it scared me.”

You kissed the top of his head.

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you, too.”

---

Later, he laid beside you under the blankets, one hand resting on your stomach like a weight.

He was quiet.

You looked over and caught him blinking up at the ceiling with damp lashes.

“You okay?” you asked gently.

He turned to you, eyes soft.

“I just never want to go that long without you again.”

You reached for his hand and kissed his knuckles.

“You won’t have to.”

He pulled you close, wrapped around you like a blanket.

This time when he fell asleep, it was with a smile on his face.

[yoonmoonn]

heavenly┃kth

02 ┃ heavenly

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He noticed.

Of course, he noticed.

Taehyung wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t oblivious. He had always been the kind of person who saw everything—who read between the lines, who caught even the smallest shifts in people’s moods, who felt things too deeply for his own good.

And right now?

Right now, he saw you.

Saw the way you barely looked at him when you walked through the door.

Saw the way your shoulders tensed when he said your name.

Saw the way you avoided his touch, the way you busied yourself with things that didn’t need doing, the way your voice was quieter, shorter, hollow.

At first, he didn’t say anything.

Just watched. Waited.

But Taehyung was never good at holding things in.

So eventually—

"Alright, what’s going on?”

You froze.

His voice was sharp—sharper than usual. Not soft, not teasing. There was an edge to it, laced with frustration, with confusion.

You swallowed. "Nothing."

Taehyung scoffed. "Bullshit."

You flinched.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, shaking his head like he was trying to shake off his own irritation. "You’ve been weird since you got home. Hell, you’ve been weird for days, but now it’s like you’re not even here."

You turned away, heart pounding. "I’m just tired."

"No, you’re not," he snapped. "Don’t do that. Don’t lie to me.”

Your jaw clenched.

He was right.

You were lying.

But you weren’t ready to say why.

Taehyung exhaled sharply, pushing himself off the couch. "Jesus, do you even wanna be here?"

You whipped around, eyes wide. "What?"

"Here," he repeated, gesturing between you. "With me. Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it anymore."

Your stomach twisted. "That’s not—"

"Then what is it?" His voice was rising now, frustration boiling over, his hands gesturing wildly. "Because I feel like I’m losing you and I don’t even know why."

You swallowed hard, gripping the counter behind you.

Taehyung wasn’t like this.

He didn’t get mad often. Didn’t raise his voice.

But when he did, it was never without reason.

"You don’t talk to me," he went on, pacing now, hands in his hair. "You don’t look at me. You barely even touch me anymore. And I don’t—" He broke off, shaking his head, breathing hard. "I don’t fucking get it."

You felt something inside you crack.

He didn’t get it.

He didn’t see it.

And maybe that was the worst part.

That he was out there, living his life, being adored by millions, while you were here, drowning in insecurities you didn’t know how to silence.

You thought of the interview.

Of the comments.

Of the girls in your class.

Of all the people who wanted him, who could have him if he ever decided you weren’t enough.

And suddenly, it was too much.

"I just—" Your voice wavered, throat tightening. "I don’t know how to do this, Tae."

He stilled.

"Do what?"

You exhaled shakily, staring at the floor. "Be with someone who belongs to the whole fucking world."

Silence.

A heavy, suffocating silence.

Then—

"That’s what you think?"

His voice was low now.

Not angry.

Not frustrated.

Just… hurt.

You swallowed hard, chest aching. "I don’t know."

Taehyung let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

"Wow."

And that’s when something in you snapped.

"Yeah, wow," you shot back, suddenly furious. "Wow, because you don’t fucking get it. You don’t understand what it’s like to see people talk about you like you’re some fantasy they can have. To hear girls say they’d kill to be with you while I have to sit there and act like it doesn’t fucking bother me."

His brows furrowed. "Why wouldn’t you just tell me—"

"Because it wouldn’t change anything!" You cut him off, voice shaking. "You’d still be you. You’d still be Taehyung, the rockstar, the dream, the one everyone wants, and I’d still be me. The one who has to watch from the fucking sidelines, hoping I’m enough for you to stay."

His expression darkened.

"That’s not fucking fair," he said, voice tight.

"No? Well, neither is this," you snapped, gesturing between you.

Taehyung scoffed, shaking his head. "So what? You just decided I was gonna leave you before I ever even got the chance to prove you wrong?"

You clenched your jaw, breathing hard. "I don’t know, Taehyung. But I can’t fucking do this right now."

His eyes flashed. "So what do you want me to do? Just—just leave?"

You hesitated.

Just for a second.

But it was long enough.

Long enough for the hurt to flash across his face.

Long enough for your heart to hammer painfully against your ribs.

And then—

"Yeah," you whispered. "Maybe you should."

Taehyung inhaled sharply.

His lips parted, like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

Nothing except a quiet, breathless laugh.

A bitter one.

One that made your stomach twist with guilt.

He shook his head once, as if to clear it. Then, without another word, he grabbed his jacket off the couch, turned on his heel, and walked out the door.

The door slammed.

The sound echoed through the apartment, rattling through your chest, leaving behind an awful, aching emptiness.

And just like that—

He was gone.

You stood there, staring at the door like you could somehow will him to turn back around. Like maybe—just maybe—he’d come back and pull you into his arms, tell you he wasn’t leaving, tell you that you were wrong for ever doubting him.

But he didn’t.

He was really gone.

And you had told him to leave.

You exhaled shakily, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to force back the burn, the sting, the overwhelming weight of everything you had just done.

Because you had done this.

You had pushed him away.

You had let the fear, the jealousy, the insecurity, the constant fucking doubt get the best of you.

And now?

Now you were standing in an empty apartment, heart pounding, hands trembling, and—

And you were alone.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that.

Long enough for the anger to drain out of you.

Long enough for it to be replaced by something worse.

Regret.

Pure, suffocating regret.

Because what the fuck had you done?

Your phone sat on the counter, dark and silent.

You could call him.

You could text him.

You could say you didn’t mean it, that you were just scared, that you needed him to come back, that you needed him.

But would it even matter?

You had seen his face before he left.

Had seen the way his shoulders tensed, the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers curled into fists like he was trying to hold something in.

You had hurt him.

And you didn’t know if you could take that back.

You inhaled shakily, pressing your fingers to your temples.

Maybe he needed space.

Maybe he needed time.

Maybe you needed time.

Maybe—

Your phone buzzed.

Loud, sharp, shattering through the silence.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

For a split second, you let yourself hope.

Let yourself believe it was him.

But when you reached for your phone, when you turned it over, when you saw the name on the screen—

Your stomach dropped.

It wasn’t him.

It was Jisoo.

Your best friend.

You swallowed hard, staring at the screen, at the little blinking notification.

You should answer.

You should.

But you didn’t.

Couldn’t.

Because if you answered, if you said anything at all—

You’d break.

And you weren’t ready for that yet.

So instead, you turned your phone over, face-down on the counter.

And then—

You sat on the floor.

And you cried.

The silence was unbearable.

At first, you told yourself it was fine.

That you needed the space.

That he needed the space.

That this was the right thing.

But then a day passed. Then two. Then a week.

And still—nothing.

No calls. No texts. No sign that he was even thinking about you.

The absence of him felt like a phantom pain—lingering in the spaces he used to fill, in the coffee mug he always left on your counter, in the shirt he had tossed over the back of your couch the last time he was here, in the bed that felt too cold without him beside you.

And it broke you.

It broke you because—

You missed him.

God, you missed him.

And it was your fault.

You had pushed him away.

You had told him to leave.

And now he had actually listened.

So you did the only thing you could.

You distracted yourself.

You went to class. You studied. You kept yourself busy, throwing yourself into anything and everything that would keep your mind from wandering back to him.

But it never worked.

Because even in the middle of lectures, even in the middle of campus noise, even in the middle of the crowded subway, your thoughts always found their way back to him.

It was his voice in the lyrics of every song.

It was his name in the murmurs of strangers.

It was him.

Always him.

And by the end of that second week, the weight of it became unbearable.

So you did something stupid.

Something desperate.

Something reckless.

You went to his concert.

The venue was packed, bodies pressed together, the air thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of sweat and beer. The stage was still dark, but the energy was electric, the kind that crackled through your veins and made your chest feel tight.

It had been so long since you’d seen him like this. Since you’d been in the crowd, waiting for him to step onto that stage and set the world on fire.

And God, you shouldn’t have come.

You knew that the second you walked in.

But you needed to see him.

Even if it hurt.

Even if he didn’t know you were there.

Even if he wouldn’t look for you.

Because maybe, just maybe, seeing him would make it easier to breathe again.

The air in the venue shifted.

A hush settled over the crowd, a collective breath held in anticipation as the last chords of the previous song faded into nothing. The stage lights dimmed, casting long shadows across the floor, and then—

Taehyung stepped forward.

His guitar hung low on his frame, his fingers idly grazing the strings, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were distant, lost somewhere far away from this room, from the thousands of people screaming his name.

And then he spoke.

“This next song…” He exhaled slowly, his voice rough, almost hesitant. “This next song is… different.”

The crowd murmured, shifting, waiting.

His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, his grip tightening on the microphone stand. He looked down for a brief moment, his jaw tensing, before lifting his gaze again—soft, yet so heavy.

“I wrote it over the past couple of weeks,” he admitted, voice quieter now. “It’s… dedicated to someone very special to me. Someone important.” A pause. A breath. Then—“Someone who couldn’t be here tonight.”

Your stomach twisted.

Your fingers clenched around the fabric of your sweater, heart hammering against your ribs.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t know you were standing there, hidden somewhere in the crowd, watching him, waiting for something—anything—to bring you closer to him again.

He let out a quiet chuckle—bitter, sad. “I don’t even know if she’ll ever hear it,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “But it’s hers. It’s always been hers.”

And then—

He played.

The first few chords rang out, low and achingly soft, sending shivers down your spine. The melody was slow, haunting, wrapping around your heart like an embrace you had been deprived of for far too long.

And then—

He sang.

"Wanting your love to come into me

Feeling it slow, over this dream"

Your breath caught in your throat.

Your vision blurred.

"Touch me with a kiss

Touch me with a kiss…"

The weight of every moment you had spent apart crashed down on you all at once—every sleepless night, every second spent missing him, every word left unsaid, every ache buried deep in your chest.

"Now you're above feeling it still

Tell me it's love, tell me it's real."

It felt like drowning.

Like being pulled under by a tide too strong to fight, waves crashing over you in slow motion, filling your lungs with a sorrow so deep it threatened to consume you whole.

Because this song—this aching, desperate, beautiful song—

Was about you.

And you couldn’t stay still.

Your body moved before your mind could catch up, pushing past the crowd, weaving through the sea of people with only one thought in your head—find him.

By the time the last note rang out and the stage lights dimmed, you were already backstage, breathless, frantic, searching.

Your heart pounded as you turned corners, past crew members, past wide-eyed staff who didn’t bother stopping you. They knew who you were.

And then—

You saw him.

His back was turned, head slightly bowed as he handed off his guitar to a crew member. His shoulders rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, but even from here, you could see the tension in his body, the exhaustion hanging off him like a heavy weight.

“Taehyung.”

He froze.

Slowly—so slowly—he turned.

And when his eyes found yours, something inside you cracked wide open.

His eyes found yours, and for a second, the world stopped.

The noise of the backstage crew, the muffled cheers of the crowd still lingering in the distance, the pulse of the stage lights flickering behind him—none of it mattered.

It was just him.

And you.

His lips parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe you were actually standing there. Like you were some kind of ghost, something his mind had conjured up after too many sleepless nights and aching regrets.

“…You came,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. “Of course I did.”

His brows pulled together slightly, as if he wasn’t sure whether to believe you. As if the idea of you being here, after everything, was too much for him to grasp.

And for a moment, neither of you moved.

It was like standing on the edge of something dangerous—too high, too deep, too much.

Then—

You stepped forward.

And suddenly, everything spilled over.

"You think I wouldn’t come?" Your voice wavered, anger and frustration tangled up in your words, in the way your chest heaved with everything you had held inside for too long. "You think I wouldn’t hear that song and not come running to you?"

His jaw clenched, his fingers twitching at his sides. "I didn’t know if you wanted to anymore."

Your breath hitched.

God, you wanted to be mad. You were mad.

But you were also heartbroken.

"How could you say that?" Your voice cracked, raw and unfiltered. "How could you sing those words, say all of that, and not think I’d be here?"

His eyes softened then—just a little, just enough to make your ribs feel like they were caving in.

“I didn’t know if I still had the right to want you to be.”

The words hit like a punch to the stomach.

Your hands curled into fists. “You do.”

Silence.

Then—his breath shuddered. His head tilted slightly, his gaze searching yours, flickering over your face like he was memorizing every detail.

Then—

“I missed you,” he rasped.

Something inside you broke.

And suddenly, you were moving—crashing into him, arms winding around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair. He caught you instantly, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you so tightly it knocked the air out of your lungs.

You could feel his heartbeat—fast, wild, matching yours in every way.

And then—

His hands cupped your face, and before you could think, before you could breathe—

He kissed you.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t careful.

It was desperate.

A collision of lips and teeth and shuddered breaths, of hands gripping and pulling, of bodies pressing so close it wasn’t clear where one ended and the other began.

It was weeks of silence, of unsaid words, of missing each other.

It was everything.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and uneven against your lips.

"Come with me," he whispered.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“What?”

He swallowed hard, his hands still framing your face. "For the rest of the tour. I don’t—” He exhaled shakily, pressing his lips together. “I don’t want to be away from you again."

You hesitated, everything in you screaming that this was too fast, too reckless—

But then you looked at him.

And you realized—

You never wanted to be away from him again either.

So you nodded.

"Okay."

And just like that, the cracks didn’t feel so deep anymore.

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[iveneverbeenhere]

💋❤️Being BTS’s Secret Admirer❤️💋

Genre: Fluff, non idol au, high school au

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a Valentine’s post🫣😞

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Jin: You leave him small goodie bags filled with Laffy Taffy’s and Super Mario gummies. There’s never a name attached to the bags, but he can always tell it’s from the same person; a light blue silk bag decorated with pastel stars. The top is perfectly wrapped with a thin purple ribbon.

| Jin hasn’t received anything from you for a week. He’s become accustomed to the daily rush to his locker to grab his little gifts; so, going without them feels torturous.

Did you stop liking him?

Have you moved on to someone else?

Did you die?

He ponders woefully as he slugs to his locker. Slowly opening it, he expects nothing but is pleasantly surprised. He sees your signature bag and a note attached.

It took me forever to find this. I hope you like it! It reminds me of you.

It’s a liquid keychain in the shape of a star. Little star flakes surround the dark blue water making it look like a small galaxy; in the middle stands a smiling astronaut grinning back at him. |

Yoongi: you leave him a small Tupperware of cut/peeled fruit; green apples, oranges, pears, and pineapples fill the containers to the brim. The top of them always has a little note of encouragement to keep him going.

| Yoongi languidly paced to his locker. He had stayed up all night studying for midterms while producing his newest demo; he looked like a dead man walking.

“Yo! Yoongi!”

“Hi, Hobi.” He lifelessly sighed as he turned the combination of his decaying lock pad.

“Rough night?”

He nodded as he opened his eyes to his locker. Inside, he found a small can of cold coffee sweating lightly, as though it had been freshly placed there. Next to it lay the usual small Chococat Tupperware filled with cut apples and peeled grapes, with a note on top.

“For you. I added the drink because I thought you needed the extra kick…”

He lightly smiled as he looked at it. He’s always surprised by how lovely you are.|

Hobi: You give him a mishmash of things: small plushies, enamel pins, and bag charms of things that remind you of him. Once you even gave him a bag of crystals and rocks you had tumbled. He can’t help but feel spoiled with all the love that you give him.

|Hoseok is always in a rush to his locker. His Snoopy keychain is chaotically thrown back and forth; hitting his Charlie Brown and Hello Kitty enamel pins as he runs past the current. He was ecstatic to see what you left him today. He finally reaches it; he can’t wait to experience your daily love again.

He looks inside to find a small silver rose necklace with a row of 7s hanging off the thin chain. He then picks up a less refined green and white beaded bracelet with bubble letters reading “Lucky boy.”

He widely smiles and giggles excitedly as he puts on his new accessories. He checks himself out in the small daisy-shaped mirror in his locker; his reflection is ruddy.

“Cute!”

He hopes he can meet you soon. |

Namjoon: You give him 2nd hand books filled with love letters and poems. The pages have a mellow yellow color that he finds comforting. You dog tag and write notes on the ones that remind him of you.

| Namjoon feels flustered when he’s at his locker. He was used to being admired, but not so intimately. He walks with his head down with a shy smile on his face. He thinks of the last poem

You gave him. “I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride” It makes him exposed; he doesn’t mind it. He opens his locker; what he finds is unexpected. A small letter with a small red wax seal. It has small cracks from where the wax dried too quickly, making it look sloppy; still, he opens it softly. Inside is a small, artificially aged letter.

Dearest Moonchild,

Would you allow me to float as a small star in your vast galaxy?

If only so I could stand beside

And admire you.

He leans his head onto his locker. The handwriting is shaky and the paper has unintended tears. The ink is smudged in random spots. It’s average work at best, but it means the world to him.|

V: You give him simple crochet and needle felted gifts along with small, blunt notes. He was confused at first about your intentions, but now he keeps the crocheted items on his shelf and the stack of notes next to the wall of his desk.

| “Bro, will you stop?”

Tae crinkles his eyes and turns a blush pink as his smile becomes toothy.

Jungkook caught him looking at the sticky note you left him between their shared English class.

“I can’t help it.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes so hard that they strain. He always acts like this whenever you give him something. It was the same with the crocheted heart, the needle felted bunny, and the 2 small bear plushies holding hands that you hand stitched.

“Whipped.”

He sasses as he looks at Tae, who ventured into his rose-colored world.

He couldn’t help it; the note you had given him was so sweet.

“I like the way your lips curve.”

It was simple, but spoke miles to him. Most of your notes were simple:

“Your hair looks good.”

“I made you this.”

“It’s pretty.”

This was specific for you; it was almost poetic. He looks at the sticky note and smiles sweetly. He’ll keep this one on his desk instead.|

Jungkook: You leave him endless snacks. Banana milk, shrimp crackers, and peperos fill his locker galore. He knows they’re from the same person because you leave a miffy drawing on all his snacks.

| “I’m starving. Jungkook, can you share some of your snacks with me?” Jin groans.

“Fuck no.”

“Why not?” He demands.

“ Cause it’s mine and it’s special.” He goads.

“You’re an ass.” Jin sighs as he lays his head down on his desk.

Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said they were special; obviously, they’re nothing but convenience store snacks delicately stuffed into his locker. Still, knowing that someone spent enough time to give him gifts filled him with warmth. He quickly finishes the bag of chips and looks at the little rabbit drawing on the side of the bag; without fail, you leave that drawing on everything you give him. He traces it lightly with his fingers, pondering how you look. If you’re as sweet and cute as your gifts make you seem to be; you might be the complete opposite. You could be tough, even nasty, but Jungkook doesn’t think he’d mind either way. He just wants to see you.

“Jungkook, teacher’s on his way,” Jin whispers.

“Oh shit!”

He’ll meet you one day. |

Jimin: You leave him flowers from your mother’s flower shop and Sonny angels. He is confused on why you give them, but he uses the angels as good luck charms.

| Jimin is devastated.

The white and blue daisies you had given him on Monday had begun to wilt. He sulked to his mother with dewy eyes.

“Why don’t you try pressing them?” She said softly.

He grabs last year's math textbook and opens it to a random page. He leaves the book spread as he carefully clips the stems of his precious gift. He places them over the printed equations and begins to close the book. It feels wrong as he presses down the cover and sees the beginning crinkling between the pages; he’s ruining something beautiful, but he has to. He needs to preserve it. He never knows what can happen. He places a large textbook on it and leaves it overnight. He can’t look at it.

He wakes up early to look at the flowers. The petals flatten and come off in place; he can see the pollen dusting off, giving the obsolete textbook a muddy yellow look. Still, he smiles fondly at the flowers; it’s imperfect, but beautiful. He takes a picture of it and leaves it as his wallpaper. He looks at it during his breaks and it gives him butterflies.

The next day you give him dwarf sunflowers. |

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[woncon]

☼ wake up !

or four ficlets about waking up beside your boyfriends

☼various poly bts pairs x gn!reader

☼estabilished poly relationships, one swear word (damn), nicknames, kissing

☼special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

☼bts masterlist | main masterlist

☼ jin ┊ namjoon ☼

a rattling wakes you from your sweet sleep. something heavy has fallen to the floor. tired, you whimper and dive deeper into the blanket to protect yourself from the outside world: the sound, the sunlight coming through the window and the cold.

"damn," you hear the swearing as someone crawls back on the bed, wrapping their arms around your waist. you realise that the chill you felt was due to the fact that he wasn't lying behind you.

"did you fall, joonie?" you look out from under the duvet with half-closed eyes. the answer is an annoyed hum. "are you okay?" he buries his face in your neck and nods.

"go back to sleep. jin's alarm will go off soon, but you can rest until then."

you sigh and pull him closer to your back.

"you too." you roll over him, squeezing him a little, eliciting a surprised groan from him, and bury your head in his chest, pushing him further into the mattress. "i won't let you fall down again." namjoon smiles at how sweet you are half asleep, before sleeping again.

☼ hoseok ┊ yoongi ☼

you wake up to a gentle caress. the skin of your face, neck and shoulders tingle gratefully with the touch.

"what time is it? what day is it? what year is it? where am i? who am i?" you mutter a barrage of questions as you find yourself confronted with hoseok's smile and loving gaze. you usually wake up to this beautiful sight, and each time pushes you into oblivion: only he exists.

"haha, i ask the same question every time i see you two," hoseok giggles, then starts stroking and arranging your hair like you used to do with his.

"shut up!", yoongi groans tiredly, and then, hugging the other boy tighter, he presses a kiss on his shoulder, burying his head in the smaller boy's neck.

"grumpy sleepyhead," you laugh, and crawl closer to them, pushing the blanket a little lower over your body so you can hug more effectively.

yoongi sighs a couple of times and settles in again before kissing you to let you know that he is fine, that everything was fine with the nap, but that he would like to rest.

"another half an hour?" hoseok offers to the man lying behind him.

"one."

"fine, but you'll do the breakfast then" you agree, and greet hobie with a morning kiss.

"hmn." the eldest reaches out his arm to gently caress your waist until your wakefulness wears off.

☼ taehyung ┊ jungkook ☼

in the morning your only wish is to wake up in the arms of your boyfriends. although this is achieved, waking up now is unpleasant because of the noise it causes.

"it can't be true," jungkook mutters angrily, unbelievingly, against the thin skin of your neck, hugging you tighter. he wants to hide behind you, but when the horrible concert refuses to end, he groans crankily.

he sighs contently as he presses the pillow over his head, revealing more of his upper-body artistry: the sharp lines of his shoulders, his biceps and triceps, his abdominal wall thanks to the sliding blanket.

you're not happy about his estrangement, but you accept and understand it, hoping both of you get back to your dreams.

you imagine his chubby cheeks, parted locks and half-open eyes, so that you can go back to sleep, but the activity is precluded by the noise from outside.

"who's the idiot who mows the lawn at 4.30 a.m. on a sunday?" taehyung grumbles to his partners, or rather to you, that he is now half awake, but not in the mood.

"our neighbor, auntie kwon's daughter, who's been grumpy from the first moment she saw us."

"what can i say, she's off to a good start on her first day at her mother's." the eldest clings to you, pulls his body up on the bed and buries his head in the pillow. "i don't think i'll sleep until tonight." he declares that he's given up trying, unlike jungkook, who shows no signs of life except for breathing, so you conclude that his plan worked and he's taking a nap successfully.

"i'll join you," you announce, and kiss him. you're lucky to open your eyes, because it means you get to share in the sight of taehyung's first smile of the day. your heart melts, and only continues to flow as the other pulls the blanket over you to give you a more private kiss.

getting lost in the sound of your kissing and your occasional bursts of laughter, it feels like the lawn mower has been turned down. only you and taehyung exist, this is your own realm under the covers.

but the world will only be complete when jungkook resigns himself to the fact that he can no longer nap and climbs under the blanket, hoping to get some of the innocent love you are showering on each other.

his dreams come true, as taehyung leans over you and greets him with his lips, and you do the same after turning to him. meanwhile, taehyung is kissing your neck with sloppy kisses, and every area he can reach from the top of your pyjamas.

you'll sink into the tender caress: in this loving, sensual atmosphere, there's no room for anything heavy or distracting, neither of your minds focused on the song of the fierce shearing tool, but on each other, on the more precious, priceless spiritual factors.

☼ jimin ┊ yoongi ☼

you prefer to be woken by jimin, because you don't like ringtones, and he wakes the earliest of the three of you, snuggled up to your neck.

"pretty" this is how he starts the process, with little caresses and pecks. he continues to call and caress you until you wake up, embracing him, expressing that you are awake.

"good morning!" you return his many pecks with a kiss, then turn to your other side. if yoongi is not hanging around your waist then usually by morning he is facing the wall.

now it's your turn to wake up. you cover the free skin with your lips, and you're satisfied when the boy whimpers, it's a state of half-sleep.

"love!" you nuzzle against his body, whispering sweetly. you're getting a little chilly, you've pulled the covers off during the night. "chim and i want to cuddle you before breakfast." the boy, as if yoongi sees something of him, nods vigorously.

"hug each other," he murmurs, uninterested in the subject.

"are you trading us for sleep? is that what this is about?" you gasp in indignation, disappointment at his reaction. before you can really believe he's that mean, he flashes a yoongi grin and pulls you into his embrace. a surprised chuckle breaks out from you, and as jimin joins in, the three of you laugh at nothing, at sweet nothingness.

[btschooseafic]

BTS Comforting You

For anyone who’s had a bad day recently.

~~~

Seokjin

“Jin?” You called out as you stepped through the door. You slipped off your shoes.

“I’m in here!” Jin called back. You padded into the kitchen in your socks.

“Sorry, I’m late...” You froze, staring at the takeout containers on the table. “What’d you get?” You peeled back the lid to one. “Jin,” you choked out, starting to tear up. It was soup from your favorite restaurant.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “Why don’t you take a shower and change and I’ll heat this up.”

You cried in the shower, letting the water wash away all of the evidence. When you stepped into your room, you saw your comfiest, most worn out pair of pajamas laid out on the bed.

Jin had set the food up in the living room on the coffee table. He ushered you over to the couch, laying a blanket over your shoulders and placing his favorite plushie on your lap.

Then he sat down beside you, queuing up your favorite TV show, even though he’d complained just yesterday that you’d watched it too many times.

“I never said such a thing!” He denied, when you pointed it out.

You just laughed, feeling the stress of the day melt away as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

~~~

Yoongi

Yoongi rushed into the kitchen when he smelled smoke.

“Is everything okay?”

“No,” you said tearfully, explaining how you’d burnt the cookies you had been trying to make for your cousin’s birthday.

He looked at the smoking black lumps on the tray.

"...These were supposed to be cookies? Are they charcoal cookies?”

“Yoongi!”

He held his hands up in surrender.

“Let’s go over the recipe together, figure out what went wrong,” he suggested. You frowned.

“But didn’t you have plans today?”

He shrugged. “Plans change. Where’s that recipe?”

“...If you’re sure.” You pulled it up on your phone.

…

“Well...” You poked at one of the cookies. “They look okay. But do they taste good?”

“Only one way to find out.” Yoongi snatched one out of the tray and plopped it into his mouth.

“Ah, wait!”

“Hot! Hot!” He fanned his face. You rolled your eyes, smiling a little fondly. He chewed. “It’s not bad, though.”

You perked up. “...Yeah?”

"I promise I’d tell you if they weren’t.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He took your hand in his, pressing a little kiss to your knuckles. “I’m proud of you.”

Your face heated up. “You helped.”

“But you did most of it.”

“But you helped!”

“...Fine. Then we both did a great job.”

You laughed. “Fine.”

He wasn’t able to come to your cousin’s birthday party with you, but you got a text from him while you were there, telling you the cookies really did turn out great, and if your cousin doesn’t like them she’s stupid and he’ll eat them all.

~~~

Hoseok

“Hey, babe, have you seen the--” He cut off as he stepped into the room. You were standing in just your underwear, glaring at the bed, which was covered in what looked like your entire wardrobe. “...Not that I mind the view, but what’s going on in here?”

Your brow furrowed as you turned to him. “You’re joking. I look awful.”

“What?” He frowned. “No.”

“I do.” You shook your head. “Nothing looks good tonight.” You gestured at the bed. “So the problem’s gotta be me. I just shouldn’t go.”

“Well, you don’t have to go, if you don’t want to, but you have been looking forward to it for a while,” he reminded you. You sighed. That was true. It was hard to get all of your friends together for a night out. “Why don’t I help out?”

He helped you look through your clothes, putting together something that he insisted accentuated your best features, and, truthfully, you felt pretty confident in it.

By the time you left the house, he was covering you in kisses, saying he changed his mind, you should stay home with him instead.

You just giggled and waved as you stepped out the door.

Later, you wished you had stayed.

“Wow. You really left the house looking like that?”

It was a friend of a friend looking down their nose at you, someone you had never met before, so their opinion shouldn’t matter, but...

You stormed into the apartment, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. Hoseok was sitting on the couch, clearly nodding off in front of the TV, but he jerked up, fully awake when he saw your face.

“What happened?” He asked. You told him. His brow furrowed. “That fucker.” You snorted. “No, seriously, who says something like that to someone they’ve just met?” You shrugged. “Look...” He pulled you into his lap. “I know you a lot better than that person, right?” You nodded. “And I happen to know you’re gorgeous.” Your face scrunched up. He kissed the wrinkle on your nose. “You’d be gorgeous in almost anything, but that outfit accentuated your features nicely, and most importantly, you liked the way you looked in it. If you liked it, no one else’s opinion should matter.”

“No one?” You wondered. “What about you?” He shrugged.

“You can dress up for me if you like, I’d like that, but your opinion should still be the most important one,” he said. You frowned. He rested his hands on your waist. “Sometimes I wear clothes you don’t like.” You smiled sheepishly. “I know that.” He snuck his fingers under your clothes and tickled your sides. You laughed and swatted at him. “But I still like the way I look, so I’m still gonna wear them.”

“For the record,” you said. “Even if I don’t like some of your clothes, you still look good in them. It’s almost annoying how good you look.”

He flushed. “Right back at you.”

~~~

Namjoon

You knew as soon as you woke up. You glanced at your phone. Your alarm was set to go off in an hour.

“Joon?” You shook his shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think I can go today. I’m so sorry.”

He turned to you, brow furrowed, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s...” You bit your lip and gestured at your head. “One of those days.”

“Oh baby.” He pulled you closer, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. “So sorry.” You made a noncommittal noise against his chest. “Do you want me to push? I could make some coffee, we could try that meditation routine?”

“I know I should, but I really can’t today,” you said. “I’m just going to sleep.”

“...Okay.” He ran his hand over your back. “I’m here, if you need anything.”

“...Thanks,” you said, your voice small. “But, you could go by yourself, or with your friends, if you want.” You knew he had really been looking forward to that hike.

“I could,” he acknowledged. “But today I’d rather stay with you.”

You were in and out of sleep for several hours. Every time you woke up, he was by your side, reading. Finally, the pressure in your bladder got you out of bed.

Now you were fully awake.

“Still up for that coffee?” You asked hesitantly.  “It’s too late to get to the mountain, but... if you want to go for a little walk... I’d like to try.”

“Coffee!” He agreed. He glanced at the clock. “Maybe decaff...”

You walked hand in hand, half-listening to him tell you about the book he read today, half-focused on the cool breeze on your face. It felt nice, even with the little rain cloud of feelings in your chest. Maybe that cloud would burst, but at least you wouldn’t be alone in the storm. You squeezed Namjoon’s hand.

He looked at you and smiled.

~~~

Jimin

You were lying with your head on his chest, legs tangled up together.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jimin asked softly, as he rubbed your back.

“Everything’s just been too much lately. I’m so tired, all the time. My body feels heavy.”

Jimin nodded slowly. “Should I run a bath for you?” He offered. “And I can give you a massage?” He wiggled his fingers. “Magic hands.” You laughed a little.

“Alright. Thanks, Jiminie.”

“Hmm.” He gave you a kiss and then tumbled out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

You asked him to take a bath with you. It was a large tub, but you sat close, tucked together so you could feel each other’s warmth.

After the bath, he gave you a massage.

Your body ached less. You felt a little lighter, even though your problems were still there, and there wasn’t much you could do about it.

The next day, you were staring blankly at your work computer when you heard a familiar voice say, “Guess what I have?”

Your eyes widened. “Jimin?”

He grinned, casually leaning against your desk as if he belonged there.

“Guess,” he repeated, swinging a plastic bag from his hand. You sniffed.

“Is that...?” It was food from your favorite takeout place.

He laughed. “No way, your nose is way too good!” He tapped it. “Are you a puppy?”

“You’re the puppy,” you grumbled, pinching his cheek. “Fetching me food.”

He rolled his eyes. “Bad puns won’t scare me away. I’m determined to eat lunch with you... isn’t it about time for your break?”

You glanced at the time on your computer screen. “Oh, huh, you’re right.”

He shook his head. “You need to stop getting caught up in work and forgetting to eat. Let’s eat together.” He pouted at you. “Please?”

You sighed. “Such a hardship to eat my favorite food with someone I love and adore.”

He giggled and hit your shoulder lightly.

~~~

Taehyung

“Put this on.”

“Huh?” You stared at the old t-shirt he was holding out to you. He gestured impatiently with the shirt.

“Come on.”

You squinted at him, considering. He pouted. Fondness cut through the turmoil in your mind. You sighed.

“Fine.”

He grinned. You pulled off your shirt. He hummed, looking you over appreciatively, poking at your sides. You whacked his hand away, pulling on the shirt he gave you. He looked you over again. “Do you care about those pants?”

“Not particularly...”

“Great!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the other room.

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

There were canvasses and paint set up in the living room, the carpet rolled up and pushed over to the side. “Ah. Oh...”

“You don’t like it?”

“I just... I don’t know if I have any ideas about what to paint right now.”

“Just go with the flow,” he said. “Paint what you’re feeling.”

You frowned at the blank canvass. “That would be an ugly painting.”

He shrugged. “Who says art has to be pretty all the time? Anyway, maybe it’ll help you feel better, at least a little, to get it out.”

You took a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s give it a try.”

He turned up the music loud, swaying and wiggling whenever a favorite song came up. As he wiggled, he accidentally flicked paint on you.

His eyes widened. “Sorry!”

You considered him for a moment. You splashed back. You both gasped for air, laughing so hard as you flicked and smeared paint over each other’s skin. Suddenly you were more covered in paint than the canvasses.

“I love it,” he said, hugging you from behind, rocking you slowly as he stared at your painting. “Are you finished with it?”

“For now,” you decided, reaching for his hand to intertwine your fingers with his. “Now let’s go take a shower.” He kissed your shoulder, spluttering when he got paint in his mouth. You laughed.

~~~

Jungkook

Jungkook quietly toed out of his shoes, ready to sneak down the hall so he didn’t wake you. Then he saw you curled up on the couch. You turned to him, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy. He let out a startled noise, the pleasant buzz from a night out drinking with his friends fading almost immediately.

"What’s wrong?” He asked, crouching down in front of the couch, trying to get a better view of your face. You shrugged.

“It’s just... I’m just... you know.”

“...One sec.”

You watched him speed in and out of the kitchen, then in and out of the bathroom. He got a cool washcloth and gently cleaned your face. Then he disappeared back into the kitchen and came out again with a mug of your favorite tea.

“Thanks.” You held it in your hands, letting the warmth soak into you.

“Anything else I can do for you?” His voice was so earnest. You had no doubt he’d find a way to bring you the stars if you asked for them, but all you wanted right now was his company.

“Tell me about your night?”

He blinked. “Okay.” He sat down, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, tucking his knees up against your legs. He spoke quietly in your ear, absentmindedly playing with your fingers while he told you about what he and his friends had gotten up to.

Then he spotted a small smile on your face. He grinned too and kissed it.

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kim namjoon fanfics: recent readings recommendations 💌

thank you thank you thank you authors <3 love you guys 💌💗🫶🏻

namjoon masterlist

🌟 The holiday pretense by @mortallydeepestobservation (genre: fake-dating, friends to lovers/roommates to lovers au; crack, smut, fluff | ongoing)

summary: Namjoon has never been a fan of the holidays. In fact, he could list more things that sucked about ‘The most wonderful time of the year’, than things that brought him joy. Yet, beneath his cynicism, a flicker of hope appeared this year, as the faint scent of homesickness hung in the air. Unfortunately, there’s one tiny little thing that keeps him from calling home- his lack of a girlfriend. But fear not; this holiday season, Namjoon’s smart mouth gets him in a situation where he has no choice but to approach you- his longtime friend and roommate- with an unexpected request

my review

🌟 i need to touch you by @musicloverxoxo7 (genre: smut with a bit of plot | husband!joon x reader | completed)

summary: After a fight you and Namjoon haven’t spoken to each other in a day. You also haven’t allowed him to touch you. He’s had enough now.

my review

🌟bts halloween party - king and queen by @musicloverxoxo7 (genre: smut) | completed

summary: At the party, Namjoon makes you feel hot. He walks you home, thinking you are unwell. Will you take the chance and finally jump him?

🌟 we have time by @souryoong (genre: smut) | boyfriend!joon x reader | completed

summary: you and namjoon get in a quick fuck before Taehyung comes over.

🌟 heart got teeth by @100vern (genre: pwp; smut, angst, enemies to fwb to lovers (kinda) | completed

summary: the one where namjoon meets his match and isn’t quite sure how to handle you.

my review

🌟 The Boyfriend Experience by @shina913 | Genre: sex!work_AU; smut; PWP | Pairing: Escort!Namjoon x Fem!Reader | completed

summary: It felt very similar to an actual date, as if we’d come back to my place after a dating app meet-up – except the part about me slipping him cash in an envelope, of course. The intimacy happened naturally. He didn’t ask me for directions on how to turn me on, I just let him do his thing. 

🌟Empty Box by @moni-logues | Genre: angst, friends-to-almost-lovers? | completed

summary: No matter what you do, no matter what he does, you can't not love Namjoon. His girlfriend can't stop it, his baby, a thousand miles between you, your fiancé. Nothing makes it any less painful. Nothing makes it go away and nothing can give you the happily ever after you both want.

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🌟Take It Off by @jjungkookislife | pairing: namjoon x f. reader | prompt completed

prompt smut - 28 - "This is why I get off to you every night by myself."

prompt fluff - 30 - "Are those my clothes?"

🌟nice try, nerd by @jungshookz | librarian!namjoon | completed

my review

🌟out of reach by @liveyun | pairing. kim namjoon x gn ghost!reader | genre. paranormal, angst | completed

my review

🌟Falling for My Tutor by @hufflepuffwriter1995 | Tutor!Namjoon x Popular!Reader | completed

my review

🌟trivia love by @luxekook | pairing: kim namjoon x reader | genre: non-idol au with fluff and smut | completed

summary: in which the reader and namjoon become ridiculously attracted to each other over weekly late night trivia sessions

my review

🌟let’s be friends by @bangtanloverboys | pairing - frat boy/stoner!namjoon x party girl!reader | completed

summary: you’re cute, he’s cute; you’re both a bit bored, why don’t you make out with your new friend?

my review

🌟Dirty Thoughts: A Dirty Shorts Fic by @mytaegiheart | Prompt: “How am I supposed to concentrate when I am having the most unholy scenarios about you and me in my head?” | completed

summary: You and Namjoon have been married for 6 years, and to keep your relationship spicy, you like to send him naughty pics via text message that end up distracting him from working and causing him no end of embarrassment to his bandmates.

🌟Drabble by @champagneher | boyfriend!namjoon | completed

summary: YOUR BOYFRIEND KEEPS ASKING STRANGE EXISTENTIAL -OR WAY TOO DEEP FOR 1AM- QUESTIONS AND YOU JUST WANT TO SLEEP.

🌟Naked by @muniimyg | (new) established relationship | non-idol au | fluff, crack, and smut | completed

summary: in which nam joon takes any and every opportunity to see you naked

🌟 Ramen? by @solarwonux | pairing: college!Namjoon x f!reader | genre: 18+, smut, fluff, humor | completed

summary: He read all the signs wrong, but in his defense, according to Jungkook asking someone up for ramen is basically code for sex. Right? 

[cheeseceli]

Boyfriend Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Request: can i request a headcanon of what jungkook would be like in a relationship? thank you <3

Warnings: mentions of being hit by a car (jokingly), not proofread

A/n: I miss Jungkook 😭 | fundraiser

Hobi ver. | Namjoon ver. | Jimin ver. | Taehyung ver. | Jungkook ver.

‌He 100% fell first

‌And besides falling in love first, he also took the initiative

‌Kinda like the seven mv scenario

‌He was determined to get you to like him

‌Bro is also the embodiment of all love languages mixed, but I think he's more of a physical touch and service acts

‌I see him being very clingy, even when you're around other people

‌But specially when it's night, right before you both go to sleep

‌And also right after waking up

‌You'll be wakening up to his hugs and kisses

‌And acts of service because have you seen this man? He's always doing everything to everyone

‌You get scary dog privileges lmao

‌No creep on the street ever stares at you once they see Jungkook following you like a shadow

‌Among the boys, I think he's the one who'd get jealous the most

‌Of course, nothing too bizarre nor extreme

‌It's just that he'll immediately cling on you once he doesn't like the vibe of the person who's trying small talk with you

‌And then he does that thing with his eyes where he's just like 👁️👁️

‌Introduces you to the boys and his family as soon as he can

‌And the boys knew everything about you before even meeting you for the first time because my bro jungkook could not shut up about you for a mere second😭

‌But at least that gave them a really good first impression of you

‌If you had a good sleeping schedule before... I'm so sorry

‌It's all about going to sleep at midnight and waking up at 3 am

‌But he's trying to get better at this 😭

‌It's actually kind of sweet because he feels like he can sleep better next to you

‌There was this one time where you were extremely tired and went to bed at 7 pm and he went as well?? And he actually slept all the way through??

‌Spams your phone with texts all the time

‌In all possible social medias

‌+99 notifications on Instagram, tiktok, twitter and whatever other social media you might have

‌Also texts you the most random things through his day

‌"I almost got hit by a car would you believe it? Btw, are you still free tonight? I was thinking about going out for dinner"

‌And if you think about this in a scenario where he's an idol

‌I think he'd be able to hide your relationship for a while, but soon enough people would find out about it

‌He's just SO proud of being with you

‌And the effects of your life on his are just so obvious

‌Even if people didn't find pictures of you two together or this sort of thing, they'd still think Jungkook was dating someone

‌And the fact hybe never denied it just adds to the whole thing

‌But if people ever find out about it and then those crazy "fans" start to attack you, Jungkook is ready to sue anyone tbh

‌Sings all the time as well

‌You have exclusive serenades sung to you every day, you're that lucky!!

‌And constantly tries to impress you

‌Like yeah, you're married for 20 years now and he's still playing football like his life depends on it just because you're watching

‌Overall he's just the sweetest and most devoted bf to ever exist

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Thank you for reading!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @butnotmontana

Credits for images 1 2 and 3

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

[paranoiddreams]

Hi, I don’t know if you’re accepting requests, but you could write something about JK where his girlfriend is accompanying them on tour and he keeps sneaking away without the managers and boys coming to sleep with her or take her to his bunk bed on the tour bus or to his hotel room... smuttt pls

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✧ idol!Jungkook x gn!reader

✧ WC!! - 1.42k

✧ Warnings!! - unprotected sex, jk is kinda mean!!!, he hitting it from the back😜, voyeurism(?), they almost get caught, or do they…, explicit language, idky but there’s smth going on with Yoongi, degradation, use of ‘slut’ once,

✧ A/n!! - I really hope you enjoy this, I hope it’s what you wanted! I love this request, and had so much fun writing it😻 The title is the song I thought fit this vibe ig, so if you want to check it out it’s by Chase Atlantic. Hope you all enjoy!! <3

“J-Jungkook, they’re right outside!”

Your sweet, caring, often naive, boyfriend Jungkook currently has you bent over the small, flimsy table in the tour bus he and the rest of the band are traveling the world in. 

When he invited you to come with him on tour, you immediately said yes, because all of the times he was gone in the past felt like whole life times; It’s no secret you and Jungkook are inseparable. So, this year being a more laid back one, management decided it was okay for you to come this time. Although that decision in hindsight might not have been the best one to make. 

Jimin and Taehyung can’t count the amount of times he thought he was talking to Jungkook walking behind him, only to turn around and see him glued to his phone, texting you about where to meet in the next few minutes. Namjoon swears he’s going to damage his voice from how much he’s been scolding the youngest for disappearing suddenly and coming back 20 minutes later with flushed cheeks and ruffled hair. Most of all, the whole band, including the staff, are annoyed by the obvious trips you and Jungkook take to the nearest utility closet at any hotel room before every concert. 

But they’re not the only one’s slightly annoyed. You’ve told your insatiable boyfriend many times that he needs to control himself, but of course, he’s as stubborn as a dog. But then again, even if you’re vehemently opposed to his ‘adventurous’ rendezvous, you still always end up in this position. 

Currently, you’re bent over the flimsy table of the tour bus, and Jungkook ramming his cock into you from behind while everyone is out stretching their legs; something you can’t help but be hyperaware of. 

“J-Jungkook, they’re right outside!”

Your sweet, caring, often naive, boyfriend Jungkook is no where to be seen. When you look over your shoulder, you see his face contorted in blinding euphoria, his brows furrowed as he lets out low grunts of pleasure. He seems to not notice everyone right outside of the curtain-covered window he’s fucking you in front of, and if he does, he doesn’t pay any mind at all. You can barely hear a few voices underneath the sound of Jungkook’s cock slamming into you, making every little sound you or Jungkook let out seem 10x louder.

“W-We need to be quiet!” You stammer out in a hushed tone. 

Although your mind is only occupied with trying not to get caught, your body is completely under the control of Jungkook’s rough thrusts. You’re clenching around him, dripping down your thighs  and his cock to the carpeted floor of the tour bus while his fingers dig into the pliant skin of your hips. 

“Yeah?” He growls condescendingly. “Better be quiet then, huh?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your heart hammering in your ears as his growled words send shivers down your spine. You slam your palms down onto the table you’re bent over, your fingers turning white as you hold on for dear life from the pleasure ripping through your body. 

“J-Jungkook! Please, you’re g-going too fast!” You manage to cry out through breathless pants. But your boyfriend only laughs in return, his warm breath hitting your shoulder. 

He lifts his hands from your hips, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he slides himself all the way into you, staying there as he reaches around to grab both of your wrists. He holds them behind your back with one hand, using the other to cover your mouth. His chin rests on your shoulder as he turns his head to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. 

“I told you to be quiet,” he says in a low chiding tone, “do you want the others to walk in on us? To know how much of a fucking slut you are when they leave?”

A guttural, almost animalistic mewl leaves your lips, muffled by his palm, as he speaks into your ear. You feel him continue his brutal pace, slow but hard as he rams into your sore entrance. The thought of his words, to your surprise, send a rush of arousing embarrassment through your body, your thighs clenching together as you’re barely able to hold yourself up anymore. 

Noticing this, Jungkook pulls out of you suddenly with a low hiss, uncovering your mouth and releasing your hands to grab your waist and flip you around. You barely even have time to gasp out his name before he’s lifting you up onto the table, pushing your thighs apart roughly. 

“N-No! Don’t—!“ you start to protest, but cut yourself off with a strangled moan when he slams his leaking cock back inside of you, his hands hooked under your thighs to push them apart further. 

“Look at you, making such a mess,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with an almost unrecognizable lust. Your eyes flicker down, catching a glimpse of his glistening cock pushing in and out of you, your combined fluid dripping onto the table beneath you. Your face flushes with heat, and you feel your second—maybe third?—orgasm starting to wash over you. 

“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” he pants out, his dominant tone turning more desperate as he chases his own oncoming high, “god, you’re so tight when you cum around my cock…”

Your thighs shake as he holds them open, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and untimed as you pulsate and gush around him. As your euphoric high clouds your mind, and your judgment, you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him deep inside of you. Then you feel his warm cum spill into you. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he whines when he looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. His hips rock softly into you a few more times as you suck him in and milk him completely. When he’s done, he goes slightly limp as he catches his breath, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. 

“You let me cum inside…” he whispers after a few moments, still a little delirious from his climax. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, realizing what you did as the fog of lust clears in your mind, “I did…but only so we won’t have too much to clean up.”

Jungkook laughs adorably, as if he weren’t covered in your cum, his softening dick still buried deep inside of you. “Oh really? You made quite the mess too—“

Both you and Jungkook stop suddenly when the door to the tour bus jiggles, your eyes going wide. 

In a moment of panic, Jungkook pulls himself out of you, tugging his jeans back on from around his ankles as you hop down to the ground to find your shorts. By the time you do find them under the table, the door opens, and Yoongi walks in. 

“Yah—where’s y/n/n?” He asks in his usual grumpy tone, holding a bag of snacks from the gas station in his hands. 

Jungkook flinches, determined to keep his eyes on Yoongi’s and not under the table where you’re trying to shimmy on your shorts as quietly as possible. 

“Oh! Uh, she’s—uhm, she’s in the bathroom,” he stammers out, practically jumping to stand in front of the table, leaning against it to hide the obvious mess while he keeps his eyes on Yoongi. 

After buttoning your shorts you freeze under the table, looking between Jungkook’s legs at Yoongi in front of him, the tour bus deadly silent. 

“Okay,” he finally says after a few moments, “well when she comes back tell her I got those chips she likes.”

Jungkook nods with a painfully forced smile, holding a thumbs up for emphasis as he watches Yoongi walk towards the back of the tour bus. “Yup! I will!” He says, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Once Yoongi is out of sight, Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief and squats down to look at you under the table. 

“Are you okay?!” He asks with those big doe eyes you can never seem to stay mad at. 

“Yeah, but now these shorts are ruined,” you grumble as you crawl out from under the table, cringing at the feeling of your and Jungkook’s combined cum sticking to your thighs. 

Once you stand, Jungkook lets out an incredulous giggle, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you against his chest. You stand there for a moment, basking in his warmth, until you both jump at the sound of Yoongi calling out from the back of the bus:

“Make sure to clean up the mess you both left!”

Seems like you’ll both need to work on your sneaking-around skills more.

Thank you to the lovely @kloserpeenguintiljk for requesting! I hope you enjoyed <3

[dambaepuff]

Could you do a morning wood verison for the maknae line

Morning Wood (maknae line)

☆Paring: BTS!MaknaeLine x GN!Reader

☆Genre: reactions/headcannons, smut

☆Warnings: male anatomy, unspecified reader gender, bodily fluids, depictions of sex

☆Word count: 0.8k

☆Summary: the maknae line reacting to waking up with morning wood

☆A/N: thank you so much for requesting anon!! I probably wouldn’t have gotten around to writing this if it wasn’t for your request so I appreciate it <33 (also I didn’t feel like making little banners for each member forgive me)

Park Jimin

This man has absolutely no shame

If he has a boner and the chance to take care of it, he WILL do it

He feels smug knowing you’re laying right next to him as he touches himself through his clothes

We all know he’s quite vocal so he won’t hesitate to moan if he feels good

The moment you wake up your eyes land on him, sprawled out on the bed, cock in hand as he plays with his nipples

Your mouth waters at the sight, he gives you a lazy grin and asks if you want to fuck (ofc you do)

Too lazy to get into a proper position he’ll just pull whatever clothes are in the way to the side

He’ll do his best to hover over you, but he just ends up sort of laying on you while he humps into your hole like there’s no tomorrow

He pushes your shirt up so he can mark along your stomach and tease your nipples

You can’t tell who is more horny out of the two of you at this point

You buck your hips up into his and meet his thrusts, both of you trying to reach your orgasm desperately

Places his elbows next to your head so he can lean on them while caging you in

He slows down and starts thrusting as deeply as possible, pressing into your g-spot with every sloppy movement of his hips

Kissing along your neck he nibbles on your jawline, making sure to moan in your ear for good measure

He draws out both of your orgasms with the most painfully slow movement

When you do cum though, he makes sure it’s hard

He toys with all of your most sensitive spots while fucking his load into you, it leaves you shaking and blissful

Kim Taehyung

He’s so polite and well manner he just couldn’t do anything that could make you uncomfortable

He wakes you up gently and asks if you can help him with the sweetest look in his eyes

Without hesitation you lift your hips off of the bed so you can pull off your underwear and pajama pants in one motion, spreading your legs and giving him an inviting look

He scrambled to get between your legs, his hands shaking in excitement as he places them onto your knees

You leisurely begin to play with yourself, looking him in the eye while your fingers glide over your most sensitive spots

He pulls out his dick, immediately starting to pump himself

Pushing your hand away he replaces it with his own, beginning to jerk the two of you off at the same time

As the morning sun casts warm rays onto his face, you sigh in delight

When he feels as though he can’t wait any longer to be inside of you, he spits down onto his cock to wet it and begins prodding at your entrance

He glides in with one swift motion, his dick fitting inside of you perfectly

He stays at a steady pace the whole time, preferring to draw out your orgasms slowly

Even though it takes a while to cum this way, it makes the moment more about feeling each others warmth and love than just cranial desire

When you do cum though, it spreads through you in waves, taking over your whole body till you’re clenching and squirming

He loves seeing you get like this, just staring down at your pretty face as you cum on his cock

Jeon Jungkook

His brain is so fuzzy from sleep and being horny he doesn’t even process searching for your body through the sheets

He just grabs onto you and starts humping

No thought process or decision behind it, just pure instinct

They don’t just call him a bunny because of his appearance wink wink

And who are you to deny the poor boy an orgasm?

You mad been awake when he started humping you, so you helped him by holding his hips and guiding him

Once he wakes up and realizes what he’s doing he gets really flustered

Hiding in the crook of your next and mumbling apologies as he places soft pecks onto your skin

You just shush him and continue making him get off with your body

This certainly isn’t the first time you make him cum in his pants nor the last

[thvixen7]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

— individual x gn!reader | hcs | sfw

summary: the little things that go on in your relationship with each member

a/n: lowkey went ghost… i’m saurrrr sauryyyy. let me know if y’all want the hyung line version tho :)

Jimin

recording vlogs to look back on | daily cuddle sessions | binging shows | building lego sets | feeding into each other’s gossip | dates at expensive restaurants | trying fun challenges together | loves watching you get ready for the day | gives the best compliments

Taehyung

keeps your vase full with fresh flowers | matching jewelry | slow dancing in the living room | a travel bucket list | arcade dates | matching lock screens | communicating with only your eyes | the most absurd inside jokes | subconsciously picks up your mannerisms over time

Jungkook

unique handshakes | going to art workshops | staying up late solving puzzles | sending songs that remind you of each other | FaceTime calls that last hours | at home dates where he cooks for you | gives you his hoodies without you having to ask | can practically read each others mind | making everything a 2 person job

[crooked-haven]

BTS Preferences || Their Kinks 18+

➭ Pairing: BTS X (GN!) Reader

➭ Rating/Genre: NSFW, Headcannons

➭ Warning/Tags: Kinks mentioned

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental.

Also these are just my thoughts!

➭ By: Crooked-haven

Word Count: 200

Namjoon -

Overstimulation

Power Play

Praise (Giving & Receiving)

Teasing

Bondage (Cuffs & Blindfolds)

Jimin -

Switch (He loves being submissive for you sometimes)

Choking (Giving)

Brat Taming

Lingerie (Can be clothes and accessories)

Marking (Mostly biting, but also bruising by holding you too tightly)

Jin -

Body Worship (Heavy on giving)

Soft Dom (But doesn’t mind being rough if you want)

Teasing & Edging (Giving & Receiving)

Food Play (Giving & Receiving)

Mirror Play

Yoongi -

Lazy Sex (Spooning, Morning, Late Night)

Spanking/Slapping (Giving)

Dirty Talk (Giving but likes receiving it sometimes)

Power Play (Giving)

Choking (Giving)

Jungkook -

Breeding Kink

Rough sex (Jealous, Angry, Breakup, Makeup etc)

Overstimulation (Giving & Receiving)

Throat Play (Oral, Choking Giving & Receiving)

Hair Pulling (Giving & Receiving)

Hobi -

Praise (Giving & Receiving)

Roleplay (Cop X Criminal, Cowboy X Cowgirl etc)

Voyeurism (Public sex)

Sensory Play (Feathers, Ice, Silk etc)

Light Restraints (Ropes, Ribbons etc)

Taehyung -

Lingerie (Clothes & Accessories)

Marking (Hickeys, Biting, Scratches)

Voyeurism (Public sex)

Sensual Domination

Temperature Play (Ice, Wax)

@crooked-haven | Tumblr | Masterlist

[yoonmoonn]

wired for you┃bts

pairing: rockstar!bts x reader (individually)

summary: a collection of writings about our favourite stars, inspired by some of my fav songs

genre: rockstar au, fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: language, toxic relationships, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sexual relationships

taglist: open (drop an ask or a DM if you wanna be added !!)

★ chapters ★

⋆ jungkook┃knee socks ┃02 ┃03 ┃drabble 01

⋆ taehyung┃heavenly ┃ 02

⋆ jimin┃moth to a flame | 02

⋆ namjoon┃call out my name

⋆ hoseok┃r u mine ?

⋆ yoongi┃die for me

⋆ jin┃meddle about

please don't claim or copy any of my work !!

[iveneverbeenhere]

“I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses”

Summary: Flowers and attached notes of BTS boys

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), descriptions of hardships and arguments between Tae and Reader but ending is hopeful

CW: Nothing

A/N: Who would have known my fall back into flower language would align with me doing my first prompt challenge thing. I used a bunch of them, so they will be highlighted in the notes.

Giving credit to @writinginstardust for their huge brain🫡‼️‼️ 🫶🫶

Jungkook: sunflowers, yellow tulips, red tulips

“For my sweetest pookie.

I can’t write much on this card because the company gave me a word limit. Poor me. Can you feel my pout through this? I wanted to tell you that I dreamt about you last night. I saw it so clearly. It was late at night and we were stargazing outside. Bam was sprawled out on our laps like the lazy kid he is while you talked to me about your day, childhood, and everything. I don’t remember which story you were on but I remember you smiling at the end. God, I told you how much I love your smile right? I want to see it again soon. Seeing your blinding smile, I rush back into the house to fish for this bouquet. When I gave you the flowers, you rolled your pretty eyes. Still, you gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen. It felt like deja vu.

- From Jungkook”

Yoongi: tarragon, daisies, morning glory, gardenia

“Hello dear.

I’ve missed you. Last night I woke up in an insomniac haze. For a second I thought that I was home. I saw you standing in the shadows gazing into me. I came to you and you held me while I clung to you. You smelt like vanilla and lavender. You smelt like home. Then reality hit me like a brick. Genuinely. Once my vision cleared I had a thumping migraine between my eyes and a stiff-as-shit neck. You always did tell me not to fall asleep in my studio chair. I spent the next hour lying in the dark on my studio couch like a wounded orphan. I wish I had told you. I should have told you. I would have been less alone. Less in pain. I don’t think I’m cut out for this job, I swear.

I can see you rolling your eyes, but I mean it this time. I’m coming home tomorrow. Finally, I can’t wait. - Yoongi”

V: Saliva (Red, blue, purple), Red carnation, baby’s breath

“Hi, clover.

You miss me?

I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I feel dreary. I’m working on a small ceramic mushroom…It’s not going well, It’s too lopsided. The sky is covered in a light gray fog. I hear the rain splash against the windows while Yeontan barks. We were supposed to see each other but I’m all alone now. Are you still upset? I was harsh. I felt the fearful pain of you leaving me, so I was determined to hurt you back. To make you feel what I felt so strongly. However, when I went back to lick my wounds, memories of our bliss came back stronger. Every touch. Every kiss. Every midnight walk we had when we both couldn’t sleep. The mornings waking up together. I was a fool. I always am, but more so in these moments.

When I see you again, can I hold your hand? I miss your warmth. And you - Your Alien”

Jin: red roses, pink roses, white roses

“Did you know my mother adores you?

Yeah, you’re all she ever talks about. “Oh, they’re so sweet.”

“Have you no manners? You see them looking so beautiful and you don’t say anything?”

“Yah, Seokjin how’s my favorite child doing?” Then when I tell her I’m fine, she goes “Quit joking, you know who I’m talking about.” How upsetting! I’m her actual son, but compared to you I’m chopped liver! Still, I can’t blame her. I’m the same way. I missed you during enlistment. I also missed the boys. Though not as much when compared to you. I see them 360 days out of the year. They’re staples in my life, but you…you’re my world.

My private heaven. My home. And I’ve been away from my home far too long. I intend to fix that. Get ready!

- From, Kim Seokjin ♥️”

Namjoon: Magnolia, cactus, succulents, aloe

“

“If the devil were to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh

Good morning, my Divine. I hope your day is going well. Mine could be better. It’s not bad, but not great. Just a day. I’m in a rut. I went to the studio and tried to write but my slack brain didn’t want to. Instead, it wants to focus on you. Where is my love? Have they finished the book I gave them? Have they thought about me today? As I think about them every day? How often do they think of me? I could close my eyes and still envision them perfectly. It’s wrapped itself in roses and lilies and recites love poems and scenarios. It’s excruciating shit. So, I’ll give it and myself an outlet. For starters, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. You’ve left me so lovesick that I’m borderline diseased. My waking hours are anguishing. My feet feel heavy and my head spins. My third rib begs for its return to my body so that my heart can be caged away once again. I know this is a lot to take in. I want to talk about it more with you when I’m less of a shell of a man. I won’t resent you if you don’t reciprocate. I’ll be pained, but I’ll come back to you. If do you reciprocate…Either way, say you want me, and I’m yours. - Kim Namjoon”

J-hope: honeysuckle, forget me nots, chrysanthemum (red)

“Hellooooooo. I hope your day has been as lovely as you are, honey. By the way, what kind of jewelry do you like best? I can’t pick. Gold makes you look stunningly regal but Silver shows the depth of your skin and eyes. This bouquet and the jewelry were both supposed to be same-day gifts, but the company never gave me any damn updates! How unfair is that! So now, these gifts have been forced apart. It’s so cruel. 🥲

I know I could call you about this instead, but it’s too different. I’ve been gone too long. I said I needed a refresh. A moment to connect back to what I want in life. Well, I have! The sky is so clear. The sun is shining. The forecast said there would be nice weather. They were absolutely right. My feet feel lighter. So does my heart. The cloud that hung over me has gone and I’ve stepped out of the box that’s kept me trapped. I’m ready to take my first step, but I want you there with me.

Tell me what you want.

Of the jewelry, I mean. I can’t afford to spend the whole day shopping! I love you. - Jung Hoseok”

Jimin: white jasmine, hibiscus, daffodils, white camellia

“Hello Darling ♥️.

I just realized how much I love you.

Well, not just realized, but I still needed to remind you. It sounds corny, but I’m very sincere. Besides, there’s no occasion for when you should declare your love right? Sure, there are preferred moments, but what’s wrong with keeping love fresh and exciting? Shouldn’t you want your lover to voice their love for you every day?

No, but honestly, It’s crazy, really. No one’s ever made me feel like this.

I’ve dreamt about this for as long as can remember, but only now have I found it. The person who I thought of every second of every day. The person who colored my dreams at night. The one I envisioned whenever I sang love songs. The one who I searched high and low for without fail or doubt.

I’ve waited so long for this.

So long…

I just needed to remind you. I’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you. So don’t worry, I’m here. - Love Mochi”

[woncon]

Flufftober Day 18

"Did you plan for this to happen?"

🎃 taehyung x gn!reader

🎃 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

🎃 flufftober masterlist | main masterlist

✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Did you plan for this to happen?"

"What do you mean?" You innocently tinker away to smooth out the sofa's wrinkles. "I didn't ask the heavens to make it rain. But I did turn on the TV, and I did open that wine. Come here!" You pat the seat next to you.

Taehyung, still in his suit, sighs in relief and takes a seat. Your fingers immediately find his shoulders, probing the nerve clusters.

"Shall I massage you?"

The man hums, and then, as your hands go to work, he moans gratefully.

"Oh, please, marry me!"

"Sooner or later, honey." You kiss the top of his head with a smile.

flufftober taglist (send an ask! <3)

@jaeheekangslover

@haechansbbg

[dreamescapeswriting]

Smutober 2023 Masterlist

Day 1 Formal Wear - Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Day 2 - Not Letting Him Finish - Jisung x GN!Reader

Day 3-Mirror Sex - Seungmin x GN!Reader

Day 4- Anal - Jungkook - Fem!Reader

Day 5- Biting/Bleeding - Hyunjin - Fem!Reader

Day 6 -Muffling/Being quiet - Hoseok - GN!Reader

Day 7 -Prompt 10 - Yoongi - Fem!Reader

Day 8- Begging - Bang Chan GN!Reader

Day 9 - Vanilla - Jeongin Fem!Reader

Day 10 -Daddy Kink - Yoongi - Fem!Reader

Day 11 -Prompt 95 - Changbin - Fem!Reader (TW Stalker Vibes)

Day 12 -Prompt 8 - Changbin - Fem!Reader

Day 13 -Creampie - Bang Chan Fem!Reader

Day 14- Prompt 26 - Hyunjin GN!Reader

Day 15 -Prompt 28 Seungmin - Fem!Reader

Day 16- Prompt 25 Minho Fem!Reader

Day 17- Demon - Yoongi Fem!Reader

Day 18 -Gentle - Seokjin Fem!Reader

Day 19- Free Use (CONSENSUAL) - Chan Fem!Reader

Day 20 -Masturbation - Taehyung Fem!Reader

Day 21- Prompt 43- - Bang Chan Fem!Reader

Day 22 - Handcuffs - Hoseok GN!Reader

Day 23 -Toys - Jungkook

Day 24 -Primal Play - Bang Chan Fem!Reader

Day 25 -Drunk Sex - Felix Fem!Reader

Day 26 -Morning Sex - Felix Fem!Reader

Day 27 -Outdoor Sex - Jimin Fem!Reader

Day 28 -Prompt 19 - - Jeongin Fem!Reader

Day 29 -Praise Kink - Minho Fem!Reader

Day 30 - Lingerie Kink - Minho Fem!Reader

Day 31 - Halloween (Of course) - Seungmin GN!Reader