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Fall for you (One Shots/Imagines. Raja/Sutan xReader)

《1》Oh…

“The best thing about tonight’s that we’re not fighting It couldn’t be that we have been this way before I know you don’t think that I am trying I know you’re wearing thin down to the core”

-o-o-

“How come you’re so snappy lately?” Sutan asked as the two of you made your way through the parking structure to your favorite restaurant. You just shrugged, still pouting due to a comment from him that you took very wrong.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked again after grabbing you by the arm. You kind of flinch when he called you by your name and not his nickname for you. Then you saw the concern on his face, and you knew that he is just trying to get you to talk.

“I’m sorry… I’ve just been feeling overwhelmed lately. With the end of fiscal year coming up and all…” You said, dropping your head. Soon you felt strong long arms wrapping around you and for some reason tears just started escaping your eyes.

“Shh… It’s okay… I’m not mad.” He said as he held you at arm’s length, brushing of the tears that just won’t stop falling.

“I didn’t mean to be such a bitch… I just… I’m just… I don’t know!” you wailed some. “I’m so sorry love.”

“I’m not mad sweety, I just want to know what is going on. Because aside from all the snappyness, you had also been really emotional lately. Like last night, you cried over some commercial.” he said as the two of you continued walking.

“I honestly don’t know what is going on. It’s probably also because it is almost that time.“ 

He nodded in understanding. After dinner, you guys even had some frozen yougurt. As you take the route home, it hit you. That time, which you claimed is causing your wild mood swings might not be the culprit after all.

“Can we drop by CVS?” you asked. He nodded and took the nearest exit towards the drugstore.

—

You asked him to wait in the car, and he did. The whole drive home you were quiet. You could feel his occassional glances towards your way  but you are too anxious to get home that you didn't  say a word.

As soon as you got home, you made a beeline to the restroom in the master bedroom and lock yourself inside. Not too long after that, you heard a faint knock on the door.

“Sweety, everything okay?” he asked, concerned.

“Yes love. I’d be out in a minute.” Techichally you needed about two but well, same difference.

Minutes later your phone buzzed signalling that it is time. Taking a deep breath, you looked at the three sticks you placed on the sink. After sweing the result, you shakily opened the door and made your way to next to Sutan.

“Sutan, I think there is something wrong with the sink.” He is no handyman, but for you he tries. He rose up and placed a kiss on your head before checking on the “problem”.

“Uhm, sweety?” he said, holding up the sticks.

“As we were headed back tonight, I realized that aubt flow hasn’t visited me yet. It could have been the stress at work but there were also other signs. The snappyness, the-” you were not able to finish what you are about say as the lips you love very much crash against your.

“Wait here…” he said before doing in the closet you share and rummaging in one of his drawers. He came back with one hand behind him. Before yo6y know it he was on one knee. “Y/N, I have been waiting for the right moment for a while now. I have this elaborate idea in my head but I know how much you want things simple. I am not just doing this because we are having a child but because I love you. So much. You’ve done so much for me and now you ore carrying our little blessing. Will you give me the honor and stay with me, forever?”

“Forever.” you said through teary eyes.

“I love you.” he said against your lips.

“I love you too…”

A/N: What do you guys think? Should I go on? Or no? Please vote, comment and subscribe. Thank you!

xo, PS

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i seriously need more raja gemini/sutan amrull x reader fics 😞 THE WORLD NEED MORE ‼️🥹

not saying it back | Raja Gemin

| pairings. raja gemini x reader

It’s already afternoon and you’re laying on the couch scrolling your phone. You don’t have work today since it’s the weekend, but it’s not the same case with a certain someone, your boyfriend/girlfriend. Well more like a girlfriend today since she’ll be having a drag show this later evening.

As you wait for her to finish her makeup and clothes, you spend your time watching TikTok videos, and then a prank just flashes into your screen. Being a curious bitch, of course, you are interested in how she’ll react. So you try it out.

You watch Raja leaving in the bedroom, already in her drag. She heads towards you to get the bag that you prepared for her for tonight’s show. Turning her head to look at you, Raja gave you her sweet smile, it’s really sweet it that could probably give you diabetes.

“Thank you, my Angel” Raja sincerely said, leaning toward you to plant a soft kiss. 

You let out a giggle from the cute gesture before replying “You’re welcome, Love" 

It only makes Raja’s smile widen, and she leans over to kiss you again, but this time, it’s long and passionate. A perfect kiss you always look forward to. It took seconds before she pull back and look at you again, studying your features as if it was her first time seeing them, making you swoon to her even more. She really knew how to make you fall harder.

Standing up, Raja starts to make her way in the door to get going to the show, as she twists the knob and opens the door slightly, she looks at you again on her shoulder and shouts ” I’ll be leaving, Angel! I’ll be back soon, I love you!“

"Okay, I’ll see you later! ” You responded with a smile, before looking back at your phone again.

SLAM!

The sound of the door shutting startled you, making you shift your gaze to Raja, who is already striding her way to you, glaring, giving you her ‘I’m-not-in-the-mood’ look.

You try to give her a smile, even though you’re already scared for your life. Because you know when Raja is angry, you’ll be in big trouble, because it only means punishments. And those punishments can be really harsh, to the point you can’t even walk anymore. 

(Author note: ;) )

When Raja is already in front of you, you pull yourself up and properly sit, putting your innocently curious face. However, she doesn’t buy that act.

“Angel,"  Raja began, slow and laced with menaced, ”I Love You…“ She continued, emphasizing each other words.

"I know, take care.” Maintaining your smile.

Raja rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed huff. She put her fingers on your chin and leans over to you, making you directly look into her eyes.

“I said, I love you, Angel,” Raja said, aggressive this time.

Instead of replying back, you just smile at her innocently. Making her really annoyed.

“Angel, it’s etiquette that if I say I love you, you say it back." 

You let out a nervous laugh, before retorting,  "I’ll see you back! ”

Raja rolled her eyes, and pulled herself off you “Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. I got the stuffs that I need, I could be gone for a very long time” she sassed, while waving her bags at you.

“Okay… " 

"Fine! Do you want me to beg for it? Well, news flash darling I won’t. I can’t believe I’m arguing with you about this right now!” Raja groans, turning around and stomping her way to the exit. 

You laugh loudly at her reaction and quickly chase after her.

“Baby, wait!” Still laughing, you wrapped your arms around her waist to stop her from going further.

“I’m just joking really, I love you~~’

You turn her around to face you, and plant kisses all over her face and neck, as an apology.

Raja smiled at the action, and tightly hold you onto your waist. "That’s what I thought.”

She lean to you again and seal a small kiss, pulling away she whispered: “Say it again…”

“I love you, Raja, so much… Please come home soon.”

“I love you too, Angel. And I will… Promise.” Raja promised, pulling away from you completely and striding her way out of the apartment. Not without kissing you again on the lips, making you giggle.

As you watch her figure blur into your sight, you closed the door, and hold onto her promise that she’ll be back in your home, arms, and life.

[dear-mono]

WIFE

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this is ridiculously sweet i think i just got cavities.

tease | Raja Gemini

| pairings. raja gemini xx reader 

As7 Ep 3: Ball of Fortune

"Are you ready for the runaway?" Monet asks the person beside her.

"Duhhh bitch, I'm born to be ready" Raja answered, who is also finishing her makeup.

"Or more like born to be wild?" Monet smirks, causing some of the queens to chuckle.

Raja playfully rolled her eyes at them, "Very funny…Bob" Raja looks at Monet with a smirk.

All the queens inside the Werq Room let out a loud laugh, shouting "YASZZ!" and "OHHHH BITCH!"

During the commotion, Raja used the moment to take a glance at the picture that is taped on the vanity in front of her. It was the picture of both of you in Paris together, where you two celebrated your anniversary.

Raja study your features, and couldn't help but wonder how she got lucky to have someone as beautiful not only outside, but also inside as you. You always never fail to make her heart skip, even if it's just a photo of you, it still makes her stomach feel butterfly.

"Miss her don't you?" A voice startled Raja, she immediately pivot her head and saw Jinkx already in drag behind her.

"W-What?"

Jinkx gives an amused look, before repeating herself again "I said you must miss the beautiful lady in the picture, don't you?"

Finally gathering her though, Raja nods. Turning her head in front to longingly look at you again, she whispered "Yeah, yeah I do."

"Who did this bitch miss?" Jaida loudly entered the conversation, getting all the queen's attention, and being the curious queens they are, they went to Raja's area, who seem a bit bothered being crowded by them.

Seeing Raja a bit uneasy with the attention, Jinkx replied in her stead "Her girlfriend~"

Silence…

Raja felt the nervousness rush into her, It's not like your relationship is a secret, but with both of your careers as public figures you guys try to keep it lowkey. Making it your family and very, very close friends only know about your relationship.

"A girl? You're in a relationship with a GIRL?!" Jaida blurts out, breaking off the silence wrapping the room.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"OHH, MY GOD!! I never thought Roger would be ROGER!" Trinity laugh, cracking everyone up.

"So who is this unlucky human being? Does this person have a name?" Monet cut in.

"Hmm, her name is (Y/N)" Raja let out a small smile, she grabbed the picture in front of her and caressed it with yearning. Everyone gathers to see the mystery woman in the picture.

"Wait, wait, WAIT MAMAW! I-Is that (Y/n)? As in (Y/N)? Your dating THE (Y/N)(L/N)?!" Jaida exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Is that the model one?" Vivienne ask.

Before Raja could answer Vivienne, Jaida beat her first "Bitch, she is not just any model, SHE IS THE FUCKING SUPERMODEL!!"

Jaida turns her head to focus again on Raja, "You're really dating her? As in DATING her?!"

Raja amusingly look at her reaction and everyone else, as they crowded her, intent to get the answer out of her.

"So are you dating her or what?" Shea shook her head impatiently, crossing her arms as she waited for the answer just like everyone.

Making them wait for a minute since she enjoys making them suffer, Raja finally answered under her breath, "Yes…"

The room was immediately filled with the sound of gasping, squealing, and any long high pitched noise you could think of.

Everybody, except Jinkx, starts to ask Raja a lot of questions and requests, making the older queen a bit uncomfortable. Thankfully a staff enter to break off the commotion

"Okay queens, you have 8 minutes left before going into the runway!" The staff announces the room, causing all of the queens to go back to their tables and finish working.

Raja let out a big sigh of relief, she then turns back to the vanity and finish her work. However, before she began, she gives your picture one last look as an inspiration.

After all, you were the muse of her drag

______

The queens are already lined up for judgment on their performance. All are prepared and ready to win for this week's challenge.

All of them are focused on the judges, especially RuPaul.

Raja felt nervousness and worry rising in her. This is a design challenge after all, and she is known to be the fashion icon of drag, so the pressure is really on.

However, that pressure doubled when RuPaul announce another twist.

"Now before the judging begins, I have an announcement to make. There's one more queen I will add to this competition."

A series of emotions and reaction form in each of the contestant's faces.

"And the queen that we all love and adore, let us welcome back in the main stage… Manila Luzon!"

What?!!

Everyone immediately turn their head at the runway entrance and saw a back figure with a familiar white wig in a stunning silver gown.

Raja is now confused, Manila wasn't a winner of any season or anything at all. So how come she is fucking here?!!

She carefully studies the figure and notices something different, especially the height, resulting her thinking it could not be Manila and can be someone else instead. RuPaul after all likes to make a twist inside of another twist. Therefore, who could this person be?

Her thoughts were cut by the sound of shrieks coming from the other queens when the 'Manila Luzon' turned around and walk across the runway. Raja's eyes went wide after she realize its not Manila at all.

It's YOU.

Her heart flutters as she watches you regally and sophisticatedly walk the stage, the same as what you always do on every fashion week runway, grabbing everyone's attention in the studio.

"My queens, say hello to one and only (Y/N) (L/N)!" RuPaul introduces you with a smile.

The room instantly erupted with cheers and whistles, making you feel bashful.

"I'm very grateful for being here Ru and I'm a big fan of everyone here! "

"But I heard you also have your favorites, is that true? " Ru cheekily asks you, even though she already knows the answer.

Raja felt her cheeks become warm after she caught you looking at her with a smirk.

"Yeah I do have one" then you give Raja a wink, making her flustered even more

______

And so the judging begins.

Truth be told, you were kinda worried about giving critics to other people since you're pretty much a player instead of a judger. That's why at first you were reluctant on accepting the invitation of being the guest judge. However, you still pursue it because it's also the only way to see Raja after weeks of not being able to be together.

Thankfully you were able to perform well and give each queen the critics they deserve for the week.

"Hello Raja," you said with a sultry voice that she loves, giving her a flirty look. Causing her to blush, you love teasing her in public.

"Your outfit is very stunning and regal. The way how you make the collar, sleeves are utterly astounding. All of this defines y-"

"You're so beautiful." Raja cut you off, stopping you midway.

You blink for a couple of seconds, caught off guard "Co-come again?"

She gives you a teasing smirk before repeating herself again "I said, you're very beautiful and I love you,"

Realizing what she said, everyone starts to whistle, laugh, and tease the two of you, including the judges, making your face to be full-blown red from embarrassment and surprise. You didn't expect her to say that in public, especially with everyone around the globe could watch it.

Thankfully everyone calm down, but still there some teasing whispers can be heard.

"Continue (Y/N)," Ru said, trying to hold her laugh.

Rolling your eyes, you try to compose your posture again "Thank you Ru, so back to you Raja, like I said — stop that!"

"Stop what?" Raja innocently ask.

"That!"

"What?!"

"Looking at me like that! Stop distracting me! "

"I'm not doing anything." But you know she is fully aware of what she is doing. She is giving you that hot look again!

"I hate you," you grumble.

" I love you," Raja replied sweetly.

"Okay let's stop this relationship quarrel, we don't want to get illness from this so-called PDA." Rupaul said, making you low your head from embarrassment.

You saw Raja give you a satisfied smirk and it only irks you even more.

Raja may not be the winner of this week's challenge, but she's already felt like a champion from what she did. Annoying the hell out of you.

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fuuuuuuuck, I look GREAT.

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sometimes self-care is consuming a piece of media for the 174th time

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Kissing Them To Shut Them Up

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would react to their S/o kissing them to shut them up mid-fight

Warnings: slightly suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I kept this one pretty light as I don’t see anyone using this a method to win a more serious fight, lol(also we just hit 4.5k followers?! Like omg?!)

Masterlist

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Jin: Depending on the situation, I see him either bursting into giggles because you caught him off guard or getting more annoyed with you like ”Yah! Don’t try to distract me!”(he can't stay mad at you though and end up caving and kissing you back)

Yoongi: Goes quiet for a moment when you pull away, looking at you slightly confused like “What was that?” When you shrug or say it was to shut him up, he just sorta scoffs out a little laugh, nods, and then continues with his point. “As I was saying-”

Hobi: Absolutely caught off guard and dumbfounded for a moment, just staring at you with that cute “?” look on his face when you pull away. Completely forgot what he was saying and just kinda mumbles out a few more words like “So anyway, like I said… yeah…”

Namjoon: Depending on the argument, he either freezes for a second before going along with your action and kissing you back, or he gets annoyed and tries to continue the argument in between kisses. “No, *kiss* you don’t *kiss* understand *kiss*”

Jimin: I see him trying to take the lead of the situation, kissing you back hard till you’re breathless, and then trying to continue the argument. “And another thing-” If you kiss him again, he just channels his frustration into a very intense makeout session that leaves you covered and hickeys and him with a very smug look on his face

Taehyung: Honestly, top tier way to diffuse an argument with him, lol. He turns into such a sad, pouty baby whenever y’all argue, so he’s more than happy to follow your lead and just skip the fight and go straight to the ‘kiss and make up’ part. “Does this mean I won?”

Jungkook: I see him following your lead in the moment, kissing you back almost on reflex before pulling away and trying to go back to the argument. If you keep kissing him, he’ll give up and channel his frustrations elsewhere. “We’ll do it your way then.” *proceeds to scoop you up or drag you to the bedroom*

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mothered so hard

thinking ‘bout her today…

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this is so beautiful omfg

I love my auntie roger 💘💕

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THIS IS JUST ADORABLE UGH I LOVE IT

Here is the link to my masterlist.

Hannibal Lecter: His Sunshine

Hannibal Lecter rarely locked his front door. 

Not out of arrogance or forgetfulness, but because his neighbor, (y/n), had a habit of letting herself in. A quiet sort of ritual had formed between them over the past few months.

Her warm presence slipped into his evenings like sunlight filtering through a window: unexpected, comforting, and never quite overstaying.

Tonight, though, he was hosting. Alana Bloom and Will Graham sat at his dining table, sipping wine and slowly working their way through a carefully plated appetizer: foie gras with a cranberry glaze, bright and complex.

The smell of something rich and savory wafted through the air. Alana stood at his side, glass of wine in hand, while Will leaned against the kitchen island with the familiar wariness he always carried like a second skin.

They were mid-conversation when the front door opened.

"That must be (Y/N)," Hannibal said without missing a beat, his eyes softening in that rare way they did only for very select company.

She stepped in like she owned the place, a little sunbeam in a denim jacket and sneakers, holding a brown ball of energy in her arms.

The dog, Nala, wore a tiny yellow bow on her head and immediately wagged her tail like she was thrilled to be indoors with a new audience.

"Hey, Doctor Lecter," (Y/N) chirped, glancing around the room and doing a double take at Alana and Will. Her voice was light and friendly, as if she lived there, as if walking into Hannibal Lecter’s house was one of the most normal things she had ever done. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t know you had company.”

Will blinked. Alana looked between her and Hannibal, expression frozen in polite surprise.

Hannibal only tilted his head. “You’re always welcome, (Y/N). You know this. Nala as well.”

“I’m (Y/N). And you two must be Alana and Will. I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said to them. She extended a hand while Nala squirmed slightly in her arms. 

Alana arched her brow staring at the brown mini schnauzer in (y/n)’s arms . “She’s adorable.”

“Hannibal told me you like dogs,” she added, eyes on Will as she gently handed Nala over. “She likes soft-spoken people. I think you’ll get along just fine.” The little dog immediately started licking his face like they were old friends.

(Y/N) turned her bright attention to Alana. “You’re prettier than I thought you were gonna be. That’s so unfair.”

Alana gave a breath of a laugh, glancing toward Hannibal like she couldn’t believe this was happening.

(Y/N) shifted, rising on her toes to kiss Hannibal on the cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Thanks for agreeing to watch her, Doc. I’ve got a date tonight, but I shouldn't be out too late. You’ll tell her not to eat your slippers, right?”

“She prefers leather,” Hannibal said with a perfectly neutral face, but a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Alana and Will were silent as she breezed out just as easily as she arrived, calling over her shoulder, “Wish me luck!”

Hannibal gave a small, indulgent smile. “Good luck.”

The door shut behind her and silence lingered for a moment, broken only by the soft panting of Nala, now nestled on Will’s lap like he was her new throne.

“If sunshine were a person, it would be her,” Alana said, looking toward the front hall in disbelief. “And you like her.” 

Hannibal merely lifted his glass, swirling the wine. “She’s an enjoyable neighbor.”

“I’m surprised you’ve never mentioned her,” Alana added, raising an eyebrow at Hannibal.

“There was nothing to mention,” he replied smoothly, taking a sip of his wine.

“Really?” Alana’s eyes sparkled. “Because you smiled when she walked in.”

“I can see why. She's very pretty.” Will added.

Hannibal’s gaze flicked toward him. Sharp. Icy.

Will, rubbing Nala’s head, narrowed his eyes slightly. “How do you feel about her going on that date?”

Hannibal didn’t answer. But the slight twitch of his jaw and the way his gaze lingered on the door gave them all they needed to know.

**

Later that night, the lock clicked and (Y/N) walked back in without knocking.

Will looked up from his glass. “You just have a key?”

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” she said breezily. 

Alana turned slowly to Hannibal, one brow raised. Her smirk said oh, there’s definitely something here.

Then (y/n) walked straight up to Will, ruffling a hand through his hair. “I like your curls. They’re soft.”

Will looked a little stunned. Alana looked like she was trying not to laugh. Hannibal was already holding out a glass of wine for her as she flopped onto the couch beside him.

“Dessert?” he asked, gesturing to the plate waiting for her. A perfect lemon tart.

She groaned. “You know me so well. That date was a disaster. Boring. No opinions on anything. He called my job ‘cute.’ Like I’m just babysitting teenagers all day.”

“He wasn’t worth your time,” Hannibal said simply.

(Y/N) picked up her fork. “Yeah, but at least now I know. Plus, Nala got some quality time with you guys.”

Will looked at her. “I think she likes me.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “She has great taste.”

Alana watched Hannibal closely. There was something calm about him now, like he’d been holding his breath until she walked back in.

(Y/N) rose from the couch, cradling Nala in her arms again after she'd eagerly crawled back over from Will's lap.

"Alright, Nala. Time for bed, sweetheart. We've both had a big day."

She turned to Alana, her smile bright and natural. "I'd love to get dinner with you sometime soon, by the way. As long as Will agrees to babysit this spoiled gremlin."

Will, still recovering from being playfully manhandled, looked up with a crooked grin. “Deal. She’s less demanding than most people.”

"Perfect," (Y/N) chirped. Then she turned to Hannibal and gave him a soft smile. “Thanks again for the wine and the tart, Doc. You spoil me.”

Hannibal bowed his head slightly, one hand tucked behind his back. “It’s always a pleasure.”

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek again—so natural, so casual—then waved and disappeared through the door.

The silence that followed felt oddly full. Alana was the first to break it.

“She’s literally a ray of sunshine,” she said, almost in awe. Her eyes were still on the door, as if expecting (Y/N) to come back in with one more bright comment.

“She is,” Hannibal agreed. He moved slowly, delicately gathering the wine glasses as if he needed to keep his hands busy. “She teaches high school math.”

Will laughed softly. “Of course she does.”

Alana looked at Hannibal over the rim of her glass. “When are you going to make a move on her?”

Will’s brow lifted. “Before I do?”

That earned a look from Alana, but Will only laughed harder, cheeks coloring slightly as he remembered the way she’d tousled his hair like they were old friends.

“I didn’t say I would,” Will defended. “But you saw her. Who wouldn’t?”

Hannibal didn’t respond immediately. His face was schooled, as always, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes. He didn’t like the idea of anyone else looking at her like that.

“She deserves someone more thoughtful,” he said finally.

“She deserves someone who smiles at her the way you do.” Alana said to Hannibal.

**

The next day at the FBI building, the teasing began the moment Hannibal stepped inside. 

Alana leaned against his office doorway with a smirk. “Sleep well, Hannibal?”

Will popped his head in behind her. “Or were you up late thinking about your sunshine?”

He didn’t dignify them with a response, just lifted a brow and sipped his coffee. That didn’t stop Alana from grinning.

“You let her into your house, around your knives, your wine, your dog-sitter duties, and now you’re telling me there’s still nothing going on?”

“I never said that,” Hannibal replied coolly.

Now Beverly had joined in. “Wait, who’s sunshine?”

Jack raised a brow as well, clearly amused. “You’ve been holding out on us, Hannibal.”

That afternoon Hannibal was reviewing files in his study at the townhouse when he heard the knock. A soft, familiar rhythm.

He was mildly surprised. She rarely knocked. And she had a key.

He opened the door, eyes landing on (Y/N) in an oversized hoodie and leggings, her hair pulled back messily. She gave him a slightly sheepish smile.

“Is it weird that I usually just come in?” she asked, clutching a small notepad in her hand.

“I don’t mind,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. “But I’m curious, what prompted the formality?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. You were having dinner with people last night. Maybe I thought I’d seem like less of a stray cat if I actually knocked today.”

“Stray cats are often charming,” he murmured.

(Y/N) plopped onto the arm of his couch, flipping open her notepad. “Okay. So. I want to learn how to cook.”

Hannibal arched his brow.

“Not like… French gourmet level,” she said quickly. “I mean, you can do that. But I’ll burn your house down. I just want to not embarrass myself when someone asks if I can make something that isn’t cereal.”

He considered for a moment, then nodded once. “We’ll start tonight. Something simple.”

**

The kitchen smelled like roasted garlic and something warm and buttery. (Y/N) stood barefoot by the counter, rolling out dough with determined concentration while Hannibal quietly diced herbs.

“Okay,” she said, lifting her hands dramatically. “This doesn’t look completely terrible.”

“It looks promising,” he agreed, moving closer to examine the rolled dough.

“Just wait till I bake it and turn this whole effort into a carbonized disaster.”

“You won’t,” he said, guiding her toward the oven with a warm, steady hand at the small of her back. “I’m here.”

It was such a simple sentence. But her breath caught a little as she slid the pan into the oven.

Of course, twenty minutes later, she did burn it. Just a little.

Hannibal didn’t comment, only smirked when she let out a groan and buried her face in her hands.

“I am a disgrace to women in Hallmark movies everywhere.”

He chuckled, genuinely. Not a polite social laugh, but something low and warm.

She peeked up at him. “Don’t laugh at me, Hannibal.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m enjoying your company.”

Something about the way he said it made her blush. She turned to grab a dish towel, but he caught her wrist gently.

His gaze lingered on her, thoughtful, curious, perhaps even fond.

She tilted her head at him, lips curved.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she said softly. “I might fall in love.”

He held her gaze a second longer, before stepping back slightly, ever composed.

“I’ll try to be more careful with my expressions,” he murmured, though the amused flicker in his eyes said otherwise.

Later, when the laughter had settled and she was curled on his couch, sipping a glass of wine, she looked over at him.

“My school’s hosting a fundraising carnival next weekend,” she said. “Games, booths, food trucks. They always go all out. I’m supposed to show my face, but I don’t really want to go alone.”

“Are you inviting me?” he asked, placing his glass down.

She smiled. “I am. If you’re up for it. I mean, it’s no opera house, but the fried Oreos are great.”

Hannibal leaned back in his chair, watching her with an unreadable expression.

“For you,” he said quietly, “I’d endure worse.”

She laughed, throwing a pillow at him gently.

“You say that now, but wait until you see my principal in a dunk tank.”

**

The school carnival was already in full swing by the time Hannibal arrived, the late afternoon sun casting a warm golden haze across the lawn. Booths lined the parking lot, each one buzzing with energy: pie-throwing games, local food vendors, a dunk tank, and more high schoolers than he had seen in one place…ever.

Then he spotted her.

And looked adorable.

(Y/N) stood near the ticket booth, waving animatedly at someone across the way. She wore a pair of denim overalls rolled up at the ankles, white sneakers now smudged with grass, and her school’s bright purple T-shirt with a hand-drawn-looking mascot on the front. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, tendrils escaping around her face, and she looked absolutely radiant.

Hannibal allowed himself a private smile. She had always been vibrant, but here, in her element, surrounded by students and coworkers, she absolutely glowed.

“Hey, you made it!” she beamed, trotting over with a slight bounce. Her face lit up even more at the sight of him. “You look very clean for a carnival.”

He was, in fact, immaculate. A pale blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled precisely to the elbow, dark slacks, and loafers that had no business being near cotton candy or hay bales. And yet he somehow looked like he belonged, at least to her.

“I do try to maintain a standard,” he said mildly, offering a crooked smile. “You, however, look appropriately festive.”

She twirled once, the front pocket of her overalls flapping. “You like the fit? It's peak teacher chic.”

He chuckled and held out the canvas tote he’d brought. “A gift. Since you mentioned being low on raffle tickets.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as she peeked in. “You brought me a whole roll?! Hannibal! That’s like, a hundred tickets. I could win a car.”

“I rather thought you might like the giant unicorn plush I saw near the back.”

She laughed and hooked her arm through his. “I’m saving the unicorn for next year. This year’s prize is a dignified, grown woman’s carnival stag.”

As the two of them wandered the grounds, he marveled at how effortlessly she moved through her world. Students ran up to her with neon snow cones, teachers waved from booths, and even parents offered warm greetings. Everyone had something to say to Miss (Y/L/N), and she greeted every one of them by name.

It was charming. Overwhelmingly so.

Then came the group of girls, probably freshmen or sophomores, all oversized glasses, braces, and shy energy.

“Miss (L/N)!” one of them squeaked. “Is that your boyfriend?”

Hannibal pretended to be entirely focused on the ring toss booth, but his ears honed in with surgical precision.

(Y/N) looked at the girls, then at Hannibal, who remained deliberately aloof, then back to the girls with a slow smile.

“Something like that,” she said, eyes twinkling.

The girls exploded into giggles.

“He’s kinda hot.” one whispered too loudly before they fled like startled deer.

Hannibal arched a brow at her once they were alone again. “Something like that?”

“I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she teased, nudging his elbow.

“You assume I'm embarrassed easily,” he said coolly, but there was amusement in his tone.

Later, while they pursued the games, Hannibal quietly bested a particularly tricky ring toss. He returned to her, victorious, holding a stuffed stag.

“For you.”

(Y/N) clutched the prize dramatically. “He’s perfect. His name is Lecter.”

He smirked. “Naturally.”

As the evening waned and string lights flickered on overhead, (Y/N) found herself mid-conversation with a colleague when her hand brushed against Hannibal’s. Almost without thinking, she laced her fingers through his. She didn’t look at him immediately, too nervous, but finally she glanced up.

“Is… is this okay?”

His voice was low and warm. “More than okay.”

And just like that, the chaos of the carnival melted away.

Later that night, Hannibal walked her to her door. He expected to say goodnight, but she unlocked the door and tilted her head with a smile.

“Come in. I’ll make you tea.”

He followed her inside. The lights were soft as Nala asleep in a tiny donut-shaped bed by the couch. She disappeared into the kitchen, calling out, “Thank you for today, Hannibal. You were perfect. Even won me a stag.”

“I believe Lecter is the real star of the evening.”

She laughed and returned with two mugs of chamomile. She handed him one, curled up on the couch in her overalls, and looked at him with sleepy contentment.

“I promise not to let Nala eat him,” she said solemnly. “But I am sleeping with him every night.”

“I would expect nothing less.”

They sipped in silence, the night calm and warm.

It wasn’t a grand confession. It wasn’t a kiss. But the air between them had shifted.

And Hannibal knew he was already in far deeper than he had ever planned.

**

The Behavioral Sciences office was as stark and clinical as (Y/N) had expected. There were gray walls, government-issued furniture, and people in buttoned-up suits moving briskly from one corner to the other.

She stood in the middle of it all like a drop of honey in a cup of black coffee.

Her bright blouse and high-waisted jeans were a splash of color against the muted palette, and the small brown paper bag she carried gave her the same look she wore every time she walked into her classroom holding a birthday cupcake for a student: proud, warm, and a little mischievous.

She looked around the office before her eyes settled on the tall man with the salt-and-pepper beard who seemed to exude authority. He was smiling at something someone had said, but when she walked up to him, that small smile widened into something real.

“Hi,” she said. “You look like you're in charge.”

Jack Crawford chuckled, standing. “That’s one way to describe it.”

“I’m looking for Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I figured it was time I saw where he goes when he disappears into his mysterious day job.”

Jack grinned, already liking her. “And who might you be?”

“I’m the neighbor,” she said with a wink. “But I also come bearing food. So I’d say I’m more of a hero.”

He laughed—a real, chest-deep laugh that echoed around the room. Agents looked up in surprise. “Well, any friend of Hannibal’s is welcome around here. I’m Jack.”

They shook hands, and the two quickly fell into an easy conversation. Jack asked about teaching, her sharing a story about one of her more chaotic algebra classes, and the two of them laughing like old friends.

Meanwhile, in his office, Hannibal was in the middle of a session with Will when the door opened.

Alana leaned in, trying (and failing) to hide her smirk. “Your sunshine is here.”

Will raised an eyebrow, confused. Hannibal’s own expression didn’t change, but he stood up without hesitation.

From the hall, he could already hear Jack laughing. When he turned the corner, he found (Y/N) standing beside him, animatedly talking, her paper bag held protectively in both hands.

Her eyes lit up when she saw him.

“There you are,” she said with a grin. “I got a little bold today. Used my day off to cook for you.”

She lifted the bag like a trophy.

Jack gave Hannibal a look, the sort that said, You lucky bastard.

(Y/N) turned and spotted Alana. “You’re here too! I feel like I’m on some weird crossover episode.” She hugged Alana like they were old friends, then caught sight of Will just behind them.

“William!” she chirped, walking right over to ruffle his hair.

Will blinked like a surprised dog, then chuckled. “You’re in rare form today.”

“I’m always like this,” she said with a shrug. “Just not always in federal buildings.”

Hannibal took the bag from her hands with a reverent kind of amusement. “You cooked for me?”

She looked proud and slightly sheepish. “I did. Don’t worry, nothing’s charred this time. I had a very patient and wildly talented teacher.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, his voice warm.

Alana appeared in the doorway again, lightly tapping her watch. “Hannibal, we’ve got to go. Field consult.”

He sighed softly and looked back at (Y/N), reluctant. She stood up on tiptoe to hug him, arms slipping around his waist.

“I’ll see you later,” she murmured.

He nodded, brushing his hand gently against her back. “Thank you for the surprise.”

As she left, Alana watched her go with raised brows, then turned to Hannibal with a knowing smirk. “You’ve got it bad.”

**

That evening, Hannibal returned home expecting the familiar. Maybe she’d already let herself into his apartment, curled up on the couch with Nala and a book. Maybe the little stuffed stag named Lecter would be resting on her stomach as she napped.

Instead, her apartment light was on, and something about the quiet felt…off.

He knocked gently. “(Y/N)?”

“Come in,” her voice called, weak but still cheerful.

She was stretched out on her couch, her head resting against a pillow with a cool towel draped across her forehead. Nala was curled loyally at her side, as if standing guard.

“You’re not well,” Hannibal said softly, moving to kneel beside her.

“Just a headache. One of those annoying ones that feels like it’s behind your eye.” She cracked one eye open. “Still alive though. Did you eat the lunch I made?”

“I did. It was delicious.”

“Liar,” she whispered, smiling.

Hannibal chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “No, truly. A bit salty, perhaps. But very well-seasoned.”

“Salt’s a seasoning,” she mumbled, making him laugh again.

“I’ll make tea,” he said, rising.

He moved with his usual elegant precision, boiling water, preparing chamomile, and bringing over a glass of water and a small bottle of painkillers.

When she sat up with a groan, he helped her take them before offering his hand.

“Come. I��ve drawn a bath.”

“You really didn’t have to do all this.”

“Would you do it for me?”

“…Yes.”

“Then allow me.”

He helped her to the bathroom. The lights were dimmed, the tub full and steaming gently with lavender-scented water. She turned to thank him, but when she reached for the hem of her shirt to undress, he was still there.

Their eyes met.

Something charged settled between them.

She didn’t say it aloud, but he read it in the look: Don’t go.

And he didn’t. He simply turned around, giving her privacy.

**

Later, when she emerged in a soft robe, cheeks flushed from the heat, he was still there, waiting in her living room with Nala asleep at his feet and tea cooling on the table.

She sat beside him quietly.

Their fingers touched on the couch cushion. Then lingered.

Neither of them joked it away this time. No teasing glances. No smirks.

Just stillness. Warmth.

And when (Y/N) leaned her head on his shoulder with a small sigh, Hannibal closed his eyes.

Even Nala stayed asleep.

The living room was quiet, golden, and still.

Hannibal sat in his favorite armchair with a worn book open in his lap, though his eyes hadn’t moved from the same paragraph in nearly ten minutes. Not because the content failed to hold his attention — but because (Y/N) had fallen asleep beside him on the couch, and her presence anchored him in a way that no story could compete with.

She was curled up under the throw blanket she kept in the corner of his living room, her face tucked halfway into the plush fabric, her breathing deep and even. The stuffed stag, Lecter, rested just beneath her chin.

His phone buzzed quietly against the table.

Alana: Have you told her you love her yet?

He didn’t reply right away.

The screen blinked again, and this time, the buzzing didn’t stop. Alana was calling.

He glanced toward (Y/N), still undisturbed, before slipping out into the hallway.

“Hello,” he answered quietly. “Is it urgent?”

“Don’t ‘hello’ me, Hannibal. Answer the question.”

He could hear Will in the background. “He hasn’t even kissed her yet Alana, he can’t say that he loves her. But when are you going to her, Lecter?”

“You take care of her when she’s sick.” Alana said. “You dealt with a high school fundraiser for a night and her dog basically lives at your house. What are you waiting for?”

There was a shuffle as Will grabbed the phone.

“Listen,” Will’s voice came through, slightly muffled. “If you’re not ready to tell her, fine. But you could at least ask her out. Like, a real date. None of this neighborly wine and soup crap.”

“I bring dessert, too,” Hannibal replied, amused.

Will huffed. “That’s worse.”

Alana was back on the line. “She’s obviously crazy about you. You know that, right?”

Hannibal leaned against the wall, allowing himself a rare moment of honesty. “Yes.”

“So what are you waiting for?”

He looked toward the door, past the threshold where she lay asleep on his couch. Peaceful. Trusting. A part of his home now in ways he never imagined someone could be.

“I don’t know,” he admitted softly.

“Well,” Alana said, “figure it out before Will does.”

“I heard that!” Will called in the background.

He hung up a moment later and returned to the living room, where (Y/N) was still asleep, her nose twitching slightly as Nala repositioned herself near her feet.

With a small sigh, Hannibal moved into the kitchen.

He didn’t think about what he was doing, he just cooked. Something warm and comforting. Braised chicken in a herb-thyme broth with creamy potatoes, the kind of meal meant to soothe headaches and sleepless nights.

He plated it carefully, placing each item like a gift, the way he always did when it was for her.

She stirred just as he was setting the table.

Her hair was mussed, and one sock had slipped halfway off her foot, but she smiled sleepily at the scent of food.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” she murmured as she stretched.

“But I wanted to.”

She rubbed at her eyes, then blinked up at him with something gentle and unguarded. “You’re gonna spoil me.”

He smiled, helping her to her feet. “I think I already have.”

They ate slowly, talking about nothing and everything. She told him about her students, how one of them had asked if she had a boyfriend who was “good at math” and he told her about a particularly infuriating dinner guest who had no palate whatsoever.

Afterward, she stood and grabbed his hand.

“Come with me.”

She led him out to her small balcony garden, where string lights had been hung above the railings, twinkling like stars caught in branches.

It was warm and green and chaotic, with ceramic pots of herbs crowding every surface and the faint scent of mint in the air.

Hannibal stood still, soaking in the ambiance.

She turned to him with pride written all over her face. “It’s not much, but I love it. I thought the lights might make it feel a little more magical.”

He looked at her, really looked.

The fairy lights caught in her hair, glimmered in her eyes, and when she hugged Lecter to her chest like a child might a favorite toy, something in him simply broke open.

She glanced up at him just in time to see the look on his face, the one she’d caught only in fleeting moments, never for this long.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

And then he kissed her.

It was soft and questioning, barely more than a breath, but it sent lightning through both of them. She froze for a heartbeat, and he felt it, thought he’d misread the moment, thought he’d gone too far and he began to pull back.

“I’m sorry—”

But she caught him by the collar, her grin blooming like sunrise. “You’re ridiculous.”

And then she pulled him back down.

The second kiss was fuller, certain. Her hands in his hair, his arms around her waist. A little clumsy, a little breathless and absolutely perfect.

When they finally pulled apart, Nala was sitting just inside the open doorway, tail wagging.

“Even she approves,” (Y/N) murmured.

“She’s always been a good judge of character,” Hannibal replied.

The fairy lights above them flickered gently in the breeze, and for the first time in longer than he could remember, Hannibal felt completely at peace.

[dear-mono]

what an important day. feels like a hallucination, honestly. bts is complete again for the first time since dec 13, 2022, and yoongi returned. right there looking 20 years younger like the sweetest ever. somebody put this precious baby tangerine back in a pocket ffs i’m losing it 😭

(feat namjoon feeling himself, thankfully after the hell he went through)

[dear-mono]

CHEFS KISS

Sweet Dreams - JHS (18+)

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok X Staff!Reader

Wc: 1k

Theme: pwp, smut, fluff

Summary: Hoseok is going to take you home and let you know how much he actually likes you.

Minors Do Not Interact!

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A/N: UNEDITED BECAUSE I AM ONE IMPATIENT BITCH.

Hoseok has always considered you as one of the most beautiful women he has ever laid his eyes upon - contrary to whatever you believe. 

The gentle slope of your nose, the soft looking petals of your lips, your chubby cheeks - everything - every single thing drives him crazy. 

And he loves it all. He loves how overwhelmed you make him feel with your beauty, your kindness, your soft voice, your enchanting smile and your presence. 

The only downside is that you don’t know or don’t want to acknowledge his feelings. 

He understands a part of it. Anyone would be intimidated with his status of a global star and anyone would expect him to date someone similar but Hoseok doesn’t want someone from his own world. 

He wants you. He wants a quiet, peaceful relationship with you. 

And tonight, he will make it clear to you. 

“You sure the buses are still available?” he jogs upto you - a little breathless. 

You jolt at his sudden invasion. 

“Huh?” you turn your head towards where he’s now walking right beside you, “oh. Yes. the last bus is still available.” 

You offer him a kind smile and he wants nothing more than just to claim it as his own by kissing you. 

“I can drop you home.” he offers straight away. Honestly, he has done enough of that beating around the bush kind of thing - his patience is now running thin. 

Your eyes go wide, “I- no- I can go home.” 

“I insist, please. Let me drop you home.” he takes a scandalous step towards you. You breathe him in instead of stepping away. Hoseok smiles internally. 

“Hoseok-ssi, I can get fired.” your pupils shake but you keep looking at him. Hoseok wants nothing more than just to pin you to the nearest possible wall and take you right here. 

But he will wait. 

“You trust me, right?” he asks as softly as he can. 

You nod in affirmation. 

“Good. Now let me take you home.”  he envelops one of your hands with his and tugs you towards the elevator. 

The car ride is silent apart from the soft jazz he has decided to put to cut in the awkwardness. 

Your eyes stay out of the window and Hoseok’s eyes stay on the road. You have given him your address and it’s easy so he doesn’t feel the need to force a conversation. 

He will ask you out on a date once he reaches your destination - that’s what he has decided to do. 

The car comes to a halt right outside the entryway of your building and then you finally look at him. Hoseok stares back at you, suddenly feeling the need of not letting you go, keeping you all to himself for as long as he can. 

“Thanks.” you give him another of your kind, gentle smile but this is not enough anymore. Hoseok wants more, more and more. 

So he lets his intrusive thoughts win. Lurching forward Hoseok places his lips on yours. The seatbelt is making it a little tough to kiss you properly but he manages to pull you close by your neck. He wastes no time in capturing your lower lip between his hungry ones. 

You taste as sweet as he imagined. That’s not a shock. 

The shock is when you kiss him back instantly, as if you have been waiting for him to make a move forever. 

The kiss is sloppy at first, then a little hungry - when both of you manage to unbuckle your seatbelts, Hoseok deepens the kiss. 

You give him free access to your mouth, his tongue takes the chance of exploring every corner. You, too, push your tongue inside his mouth, tasting him thoroughly. 

Only when the air becomes less and less available in both of your lungs - you two part. 

Hoseok is insanely happy. He got to taste you. But now that he knows how you taste, he only wants more. 

Your expression matches his. Lips glossy with his spit, eyes wide, shaking, hazy with lust. 

“I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” you let your voice be heard. 

“You won’t have to.” he dives in for another kiss. 

Hoseok’s bare chest touches your bare one.

Your perked up nipples sit on his skin making him shiver all over. His mouth fits just right on the crook of your neck. 

He sucks in a bruise there. 

As he trails his kisses further down, he reaches the swell of your breast. Taking a nipple inside his mouth, he sucks you hungrily. 

You produce the sweetest sound he has ever heard. 

His teeth skin in your pebbled nipples as his finger brushes through your sleek folds. He parts those by scessoring his fingers and puts his index finger inside your heat. 

“Ummph.. Hoseok..” You whine, clearly satisfied with his ministrations. 

Hoseok drinks your sounds, makes up his mind to write a couple of lyrics about it later. 

He pushes his cock in your cunt. You are so tight, so warm - just perfect. 

He wants you all to himself for the rest of his life. 

“Baby, you feel so good.” he praises you softly, tugs a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. Having you naked under him, with nothing but a necklace dangling from your throat - this is heaven to him. 

“Hoseok- ah- hobi” you moan his name. Oh he loves having you like this. 

You are so pure, so beautiful - he can fuck you forever just like this, without having to rush anything. 

Hoseok understands that you are reaching your edge, your walls close up around his shaft. He loses his breath. 

“Let it go baby.” he whispers in your ear sweetly. 

You keep his request. 

He fills you in with his own arousal right after you cream his cock. 

And then he pulls you in another kiss.

Now as you lay down beside him, still naked, sleepy - he smiles at you. 

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” 

“Sweet dreams, Hobi.” you place a kiss on his forehead. 

He wants to keep you close forever just like this. 

[dear-mono]

IM SCREAMING OH MY GOSHAKSBSKJ

Diamond Necklace

Pairing: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader Genre: Romance, Smut, Idol AU, Fanfiction Rating: Explicit (18+), contains mature themes, sexual content, and strong language Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, light dom/sub dynamics, mentions of alcohol, obsessive thoughts, and public teasing. Proceed with caution. Summary: A flirty dance cover of BTS’s Dynamite with a cheeky “diamond necklace” innuendo blows up, catching the eye of J-Hope himself. What starts as spicy DMs with a mysterious stranger spirals into a steamy, obsessive night in Seoul that leaves you marked—literally and figuratively. Word Count: ~3.5k

The bass of Sweet Dreams pulsed through your cramped apartment, your phone balanced on a precarious stack of novels. You’d spent weeks perfecting this dance cover—every hip pop, every smirk, every flick of your wrist dialed to precision. Your cropped hoodie rode up with each sway, flashing a glimpse of skin, while your leggings hugged every curve. As the final note hit, you struck a pose: lip bitten, eyes smoldering, a playful wink thrown at the camera.

You collapsed onto the couch, breathless, and grabbed your phone for the outro. “Alright, Army, I’m wrecked,” you laughed, sweeping damp bangs from your face. “But real talk? I’d sell my soul for a diamond necklace from J-Hope. Too much to ask?” Your smirk lingered, the innuendo dripping for the fans who’d get it. You hit post without a second thought.

The “diamond necklace” line was a nod to Army Twitter’s filthier corners, where fans traded sly jokes about Hoseok’s charm. J-Hope was your bias—his radiant energy, fluid dance moves, and that killer smirk were your undoing. You didn’t expect the reel to do more than your usual few thousand likes.

By morning, it was at two million views.

Your notifications were a warzone:

“Y/N, YOU WILD FOR THIS 😭” “DIAMOND NECKLACE? GIRL, I’M DEAD 💀” “Living our Hobi thirst dreams, we stan 😍”

Fan edits poured in—slow-mo clips of your hips rolling to Daydream, your hair flip synced to Ego. Brands slid into your DMs, but so did the weirdos. As a small-time Instagram influencer known for K-pop covers and flirty vlogs, this was your brand: bold, teasing, a little dirty. Just another day.

Until it wasn’t.

In a dimly lit Paris hotel room, Jung Hoseok sprawled across a king-sized bed, phone glowing against the dark. He’d been following you for months on a burner Instagram account—@random7digits, no pic, no trace. Not even his members knew.

It started with a fan edit of you slaying his Chicken Noodle Soup choreo, your sensual precision making his pulse spike. He’d binged your profile: dance covers, thirst traps, Q&As where you answered with a wink. You were magnetic, and he was addicted.

Then came the “diamond necklace” reel.

Hoseok watched it on loop, your sultry moves and that bold line—“a diamond necklace from J-Hope”—hitting like a shot of adrenaline. The innuendo was filthy, and it stirred something possessive. He knew you were teasing the fandom, but it felt personal, like a dare meant for him.

“She’s trouble,” he muttered, smirking. “And I want it.”

His thumb hovered over your DMs. From his burner, he typed:

Careful, princess. Wishing for diamonds like that might get you in trouble.

He hit send, heart racing, already hooked on the game.

You woke to a DM that stopped you cold:

Careful, princess. Wishing for diamonds like that might get you in trouble.

The account was a blank—random numbers, no face. Probably a troll, but the cocky tone sent a thrill down your spine. You bit your lip, typing:

Trouble? My favorite kind. You offering diamonds or just talk?

His reply was instant:

More than diamonds, princess. But you gotta earn ‘em.

Your stomach flipped. This guy had game. Over the next week, the DMs became your fix—each message bolder, hotter, laced with tension. He matched your flirtation with a mix of charm and edge, keeping you glued to your phone.

That dance today… you know what you’re doing. Teasing like that’s gonna get you in deep.

You upped the ante, posting a story for him: a slow-motion Ego cover, your body rolling in a tight tank top, sweat gleaming on your collarbone. Caption: Deep? Only if you can keep up.

His response was a video: no face, just a lean, toned torso in grey sweats, moving to Mic Drop with lethal precision. His abs flexed, hands—long fingers, veins popping—tugging his waistband low, revealing a V-line that made you choke.

Keep up with this, princess.

You rewatched it, thighs pressed together, heat pooling. You sent a photo: you in a lacy bralette, leaning forward to flaunt cleavage, lips parted. Your move, mystery man.

The escalation was relentless. His voice notes(using voice changer)—low, husky—were pure sin. “You keep sending shit like that, I’m gonna lose it,” he growled, the words sinking into you. You fired back a breathy note: “Good. I want you wrecked.”

One night, after a Butter cover where your hips swayed and fingers traced your neck, he snapped:

You’re begging for it, aren’t you? Touching yourself like that, knowing I’m watching.

He wasn’t wrong—you’d been thinking of him, this faceless stranger who had you unraveling. You typed, reckless:

Maybe I am. Gonna do something about it?

His reply was a photo: his hand gripping a whiskey glass, knuckles tense, a silver ring glinting. Keep pushing. I’ll give you everything you’re asking for.

You pushed harder—a shower clip, steam blurring the glass, your silhouette teasing as water slid down your shoulders. Oops. Slipped.

His response was feral: You’re fucking killing me. That body… I’m gonna ruin you.

The game was addictive, each message a spark setting you both on fire. You didn’t know his name, but he was under your skin.

Ten days in, he dropped a bomb:

Meet me. Seoul. This weekend. Lotte Hotel penthouse. No questions, just us. Say yes.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. Meeting a stranger who’d been driving you wild? Insane. But the promise of that penthouse, the mystery, the way his words made you ache—it was too much to resist.

You typed, fingers trembling:

You’re nuts. Rules: safe word, no sketchy shit, and you better be as hot as you sound.

His reply:

Safe word’s ‘sunshine.’ I’ll take care of you, princess. You won’t regret it.

You spent the next days in a frenzy, packing, texting your best friend (“If I die in Seoul, avenge me”), and boarding a flight. The uncertainty only fueled your want.

The Lotte Hotel was a glittering maze of marble and gold. The penthouse was obscene—black marble floors, silk-draped bed, a bottle of champagne chilling in ice. The air was heavy, intoxicating.

You stepped inside, heels clicking. “Hello?” Your voice wavered. No answer. Your pulse raced as you set your bag down, nerves and anticipation colliding.

You poured champagne, the bubbles sharp on your tongue. Then you felt it—a shift in the air, a presence behind you. You turned.

He stood in the shadows, black cap low, fitted shirt clinging to a lean frame, dark jeans slung low. He moved like a predator, all controlled power. Then he lifted his cap.

Jung Hoseok. J-Hope. Your bias.

Your glass almost shattered on the floor.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, legs buckling. “You’re… him.”

He smirked, closing the distance, eyes dark and possessive. “Still want that diamond necklace, princess?” His voice was velvet, laced with sin, sending heat to your core.

You couldn’t speak, brain short-circuiting. Hoseok—Hoseok—was real, devastatingly hot, his gaze promising everything.

“I…” You swallowed. “Yes.”

His smirk deepened, predatory yet soft. “Good girl.”

Hoseok stepped into your space, his cologne—musky, spiced—flooding your senses. His hand cupped your jaw, thumb dragging across your lip with deliberate slowness.

“Been dreaming about you,” he murmured, lips close. “Every night, watching you tease me. You’ve got no idea what you do.”

Your breath hitched, hands gripping his shirt, feeling muscle beneath. His kiss was filthy—tongue sweeping, teeth nipping, all hunger. You moaned, melting into him as he backed you against the wall, the cool surface a shock against your heated skin.

His hands gripped your hips, pressing himself against you. You gasped—he was hard, straining against his jeans.

“Feel that?” he growled, grinding slowly. “All for you.”

He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bed. He pinned your wrists, his other hand yanking your dress up to reveal soaked lace panties.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes raking over you. “Dripping already.”

He tore the lace, the rip loud. His mouth was on you—hot, relentless, tongue swirling over your clit, then plunging inside. You screamed, hips bucking, but he pinned your thighs, devouring you like a man starved.

“Hoseok—fuck,” you gasped, trembling. His fingers joined, curling deep, hitting your G-spot with precision.

“Taste so good,” he rasped, lips glistening. “Could do this all night.”

He edged you, pulling back as you neared the peak, leaving you whimpering. “Please,” you begged, tears pricking.

“Not yet,” he said, licking his lips. “You cum with me inside.”

He stripped, revealing lean abs, sweat-slick skin. His jeans dropped, and you stared—he was thick, veined, glistening. He climbed over you, kissing you, letting you taste yourself.

“Ready?” he whispered, softer now, checking in.

“Yes,” you breathed, arching into him.

He pushed in, slow and deep, the stretch intense. He paused, forehead against yours, breath ragged. “So tight,” he groaned. “Perfect.”

His thrusts were powerful, each one hitting deep, his hips angled to strike your G-spot. The bed creaked, headboard slamming as he drove into you. His dirty talk was relentless:

“Wanted my cum, didn’t you? Begging for it in front of whole world.” he growled, biting your neck. “Gonna mark you, make you mine.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles. You screamed, the edge nearing. He denied you once more, stopping as you trembled, leaving you a sobbing mess.

“Please, Hoseok,” you cried. “Need it.”

“Okay, princess,” he murmured. “Cum for me.”

His thrusts deepened, fingers relentless. Your orgasm crashed, vision whiting out, body convulsing as you screamed his name. He fucked you through it, thrusts erratic, then pulled out, spilling across your chest and neck, marking you in thick, warm ropes.

“Mine,” he whispered, smearing his release across your collarbone, sealing the claim.

Hoseok collapsed beside you, both of you slick with sweat. He pulled you close, lips soft on your forehead, your cheeks.

“You okay?” he murmured, brushing hair from your face.

“Better than okay,” you whispered, dazed.

He smiled—bright, sunny, your heart stuttering. He cleaned you gently with a warm towel, then pulled a velvet box from the nightstand. A diamond necklace—delicate, sparkling—clicked around your neck, his lips brushing the clasp.

“Next time you want something,” he said, low, “you come to me.”

You laughed, still reeling. “Think I just did.”

He grinned, tucking you into his arms. You fell asleep, the necklace a cool weight against your skin.

You woke alone, panic flaring until you saw the note:

Flight to catch. Keep the necklace. Call me when you want more. - H

A Polaroid showed Hoseok, shirtless, smirking, holding a card: Mine.

Your phone buzzed—a text from his official Instagram:

Liked your necklace, baby. Ready for round two?

You grinned, typing: Only if you bring a matching bracelet.

Days later, you filmed a Blood Sweat & Tears cover, the diamond necklace glinting, hickeys blooming across your collarbone. Your hips rolled, fingers tracing the marks, a smirk for the camera.

The reel went viral. Army lost it:

“Y/N, THOSE HICKEYS?? SPILL 😳” “DIAMOND NECKLACE AND LOVE BITES? QUEEN SHIT” “Isn't this J-HOPE coded?? I’M UNWELL”

Twitter exploded with edits—zooms of your marked skin set to Euphoria. Theories flew: “Y/N’s mystery man is an idol, bet it’s Hobi.”

A DM from Hoseok’s official account: a screenshot of a tweet: Y/N’s hickeys + necklace = J-HOPE CLAIMED HER, I’M SCREAMING.

His message:

Showing off my work, princess. Wear those marks like a crown.

You typed back, grinning:

Just giving the people what they want. More next time?

His reply:

Count on it. Bracelet’s ready. So’s round two.

You touched the necklace, the hickeys tingling. The world could guess, but only you knew—and the promise of more burned bright.

A/n: Okay so my 2AM thoughts are getting wild I guess. But seriously all I need is diamond necklace from J-Hope. Is it too much to ask? 🤭

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[dear-mono]

Could be a threesome with Jin and Hobi?

I FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY I FELL ASLEEP LMAO

All you’ve wanted for the last few days has been to relax. By yourself. You finally have a few minutes to yourself, in your own bed. Your boyfriend Hobi is making dinner in the kitchen with his friend Jin. Jin. God, fucking Kim Seokjin. He’s been unusually touchy today and you can’t for the life of you figure out what has gotten into him, but it certainly isn’t helping the constant swirling in your abdomen the last few days.

Jin’s fucking attractive, okay? Especially since he’s been letting his hair grow out. You asked Hobi not long ago if he would be ever interested in having a threesome, and he said sure,  but when you told him you wanted Jin as a third, he just laughed and said “I can try, doubt it though.”

Men are useless sometimes.

You were hoping maybe he’d agree before the rest of their friends return from their military service at the end of the month and your house becomes the usual hangout again. You shrug, if you can’t get what you want, you’ll just have to do it yourself. All you need is five minutes… maybe ten. And with both of them busy, you finally have a chance.

You root through your bedside table drawer searching for your favorite toy. There it is! You take a deep breath and relax back against the pillows, pressing the power button and feeling the vibrator whir to life in your hand. You immediately slide it down your body under the waistband of your shorts and panties, feeling it touch you directly as you purr in delight. You tease yourself for a little bit before finally slipping the toy inside your entrance, relishing in the feeling as you push your shirt and bra up with your free hand and fondle your breast roughly. God it feels so good. It shouldn’t take you long at all at this rate. 

.

“How much longer?” Jin asks from where he checks his phone across the counter.

“I dunno, maybe like five minutes?” Hoseok responds, stirring the food in the pan again. “Not much longer.”

Jin puts his phone back down and sighs. Feeling a bit awkward, but knowing each other so well, Hoseok immediately catches on. “What’s wrong?” He turns to face the older boy. 

“Nothing just… can’t stop thinking about what you asked earlier.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Jin sighs again. “Did Y/N really ask to have a threesome? With me?”

Hoseok snorts. “Hyung, I wouldn't lie to you about something like that.”

“But why me? Why now?”

The younger boy shrugs. “You’d have to ask her. Maybe because she knows the house is going to be busy when the others come home from service?”

“But why me?” Jin repeats. 

“Don’t know.” Hoseok takes the pan off the hot burner and places it on a cool one. “She thinks you’re attractive and knows you think she is too, so why not?”

Jin narrows his eyes in suspicion. “She wouldn’t know unless you told her.” 

“It’s not like you’re inconspicuous about it.” Hoseok throws his hands up in defense when he sees Jin’s stare. “I’m just saying, it’s kind of obvious sometimes. Is that why you’ve been all over her today?”

“I haven’t been all over her.” Jin scoffs. “I do have respect for your relationship, you know.”

Hoseok just rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying hyung, she’s giving you a in, and it won’t be around for much longer, so do with that information what you will.”

“And you’re okay with it?”

“I’m happy when she’s happy.”

“That’s such a bullshit answer.”

“If she wants it, it’s fine with me.” Hoseok assures him with a smile. “Not like I haven’t seen your dick before.”

Jin sighs again, raking his hand through his hair. “I’ll think about it…”

“Whatever you want, hyung.” Hoseok turns away and opens a cabinet to pull out some plates. “Now, can you go tell her that dinner is ready please?”

Jin nods as he stands up. “Where’d she go?”

“I think she went to our room to get something.”

Jin heads out of the kitchen and into the living room, turning down the hallway and walking all the way to the end where your bedroom sits, surprised to see the door is closed. Maybe you went to take a nap? He knocks lightly, but when he doesn’t hear a response he cracks the door open and peeks his head inside. 

The room is dim, with only a string of lights above your bed turned on, but that doesn’t stop him from seeing exactly what you’re doing. He hears your heavy breathing, hears the faint buzzing noise; he sees your hands, one down your pants, one gripping your breast, he sees your eyes closed, your head thrown back, chest heaving as your pleasure yourself. He smells the faint smell of sweat and the sweet smell of you in the air. Holy shit. He can’t tear his eyes away from you. He knows he shouldn’t be watching but god you’re so hot like this. He takes one last look before forcing himself to close his eyes, backing away and quietly shutting the door.

Damn. Jin adjusts his suddenly hardening length in his pants. Should he let you finish? No, he doesn’t know how long that could take, and Hoseok might get suspicious. Jin pauses a moment to calm himself down before knocking loudly and purposely on the door again.

“Y/N-ah?”

“Shit.” He hears you curse, your hushed panic on the other side of the door before you respond. “Y-yeah?”

“Dinner’s ready.”

“O-okay! I’ll be out… in a second.” 

He hears your heaving breathing and has to choke back a whimper as he walks up the hallway, trying to relax before crossing the living room back into the kitchen. “She said she’ll be out in a second.” Jin states as he joins Hoseok at the table.

“Why is your face so red, did you run back and forth?” Hoseok jokes.

“Hm? Oh, uh no, just got a little hot is all.” Jin states, taking off his sweatshirt for effect. It’s not a lie. He can feel his cheeks burning as the image of you plays over and over in his head. 

Hoseok’s eyes go wide at this. “Hyung, your neck is really red. Do you need some ice?”

Jin shakes his head as you walk into the room. “I’ll be fine.”

.

You’re so close. So very close to your high. It feels amazing, you want nothing else at this moment. Nothing else except-

Knock knock. “Y/N-ah?” It’s Jin.

“Shit.” Your eyes open wide, quickly moving to silence the buzzing of your vibrator before responding. “Y-Yeah?” Your response is breathy. 

“Dinner’s ready.”

Damnit. “O-okay! I’ll be out… in a second.” You can hear him walk away and flop back down against the pillows. Fuck… Well. You’ll just have to finish this later.

You sigh, tucking the toy back into your nightstand and slamming the drawer shut in frustration. God you hope Jin didn’t hear you. You check yourself in the mirror, putting all of your clothes back into place before you walk out of the room and down the hall into the kitchen.

“Mm smells delicious.” You state, placing a kiss on Hoseok’s cheek as you walk past him to take your seat between him and Jin. When you sit you smile at Jin only to notice just how red his face is. “Jin, are you alright? You’re really red.”

“So are you, baby.” Hoseok states, looking over you with worry and reaching out to place his hand over yours, feeling how hot your skin is. “Are you alright?”

“Hm?” You reach a hand up to feel your cheeks are still flushed from your activities. 

“Do you want me to turn the air up? Is it too hot in here?”

You shake your head to reassure him. “No, I’ll be fine in a minute. Not sure what this is.”

The three of you eat in relative silence, which is strange because usually Jin won’t stop talking. You chance a few glances in his direction, but every time your eyes meet he quickly looks away, blushing.

After dinner and dishes, the three of you retire to the living room to watch a movie. You curl up against Hoseok’s side where you sit between him and Jin, who is seated as close to the arm of the couch as he possibly can be. His body language is screaming that he doesn't want to be close to you, but for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. He wasn’t like this before dinner. About halfway through the movie, Jin gets up to use the bathroom and you pause it for him before laying yourself across Hoseok’s lap, still feeling  a bit of your arousal from your unfinished business from earlier. 

“Hi gorgeous.” Hoseok coos in your ear as you stretch across him. 

“Hi baby~” You smile as his whispers turn into soft kisses behind your ear and down your neck. You sigh softly at the feeling of his lips on you, but when he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer, you know these kisses have a purpose. “Hobi,” you warn. “Jin’s still here.”

“So?” Hoseok’s hands slip under your shirt and begin to wander along your abdomen. He tugs on your earlobe with his teeth and your eyes squeeze shut as it takes everything in you not to give in to him. 

“So, I’m pretty sure Jin doesn’t want to watch you fuck me on the couch.”

“Well, maybe not just watch.”

You shoot up in surprise for the second time tonight at the sound of Jin’s voice to see him sitting back down in his seat on the couch. “Jin!” You try to push Hoseok off, but he’s insistent. “I didn’t hear you come back. Sorry, Hobi was just stopping.” Hoseok’s lips leave your neck, but he stays close enough that you can feel his breath on the wet spots he made, and it sends a shiver of desire down your spine.

“No, I wasn’t.” Hoseok smirks, placing a hot kiss against your pulse point. “Didn’t you hear what he said?” 

You stop fighting Hoseok to look up at Jin, puzzled. “No, I didn’t.”

“He said ‘maybe not just watch’.”

“Wait, really? Hobi asked you?” The room goes quiet as you wait for Jin’s answer; as if everything around you is made of glass, and if any of you move the wrong way, the moment will shatter around you. 

Jin’s face flushes bright red. “Yeah, he did and, w-well… I mean.” He glances up at you from beneath his long lashes. “If it’s okay, I think we could t-try.”

You’ve never seen Jin this shy before, usually he’s a little cocky, but this side of him is so soft. You climb back into your seat, sitting on your knees in between the two of them, facing Jin. “Are you sure? Tonight?”

He nods, finally meeting your gaze, a little steadier with his decision. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

You squeal with delight as you throw your arms around his neck, surprising Jin as you hug him tightly. “I’m so excited!” You exclaim as you sit back on your knees. “Can I- Is it okay if I kiss you? Hobi, is that okay?”

“Fine with me.” Your boyfriend chimes in from behind you. 

Jin rubs his neck, a tell-tale sign that he’s nervous before he nods. “S-sure.”

“Don’t worry.” You offer him a sweet smile. “We’ll go slow, yeah?”

He lets out a breath, relaxing a little. “Okay.”

You reach a hand out and cup Jin’s cheek before leaning closer to him, feeling his eyes on you which makes you laugh. “Close your eyes, don’t make it weird.” You giggle. 

“Oh, right. Sorry it’s been a while.”

He closes his eyes and waits for you. You rub your thumb across his smooth skin, studying his features up close for just a moment before you focus on his lips, his beautiful plump lips. You silently thank Hoseok for being the best boyfriend before closing the gap and pressing your lips against Jin’s. He’s stiff at first, and you chuckle, smiling against his mouth. You slide your hand down to his neck as you repeat the motion and feel him relax this time, responding to the brush of your lips this time with his own. His lips are luxurious. You thought Hoseok’s lips were pillows, Jin’s are deluxe. You can’t help it when you tilt your head, wanting to deepen the kiss, but Jin allows you, following your lead.

All the thoughts float from your mind as you gently push Jin back against the arm of the couch, leaning over him and straddling one of his legs. You feel his hands slide up to your waist as his lips part, his tongue snaking out and asking for access to your mouth. A small moan escapes you as you let him in, feeling his tongue press against yours, the taste of wine still present from dinner.

Jin’s hands squeeze your waist, a few of his fingers slipping under the fabric of your shirt and rubbing your bare skin. You’re so lost in the feeling of Jin’s hands and mouth against you that the feeling of Hoseok’s hands on your ass makes you jump. You break the kiss with Jin and look over your shoulder at your boyfriend, his hands rubbing your ass over your shorts. 

“Your ass looks so damn good in these shorts.” He groans. “But I didn’t realize how hot it would be to watch you make out with Jin hyung.” To emphasize his statement, Hoseok presses his hips against you, and sure enough through his shorts you can feel the beginnings of his erection. 

You sit up on your knees, turning your head to capture Hoseok’s lips this time. He responds quickly, hungrily, his hands sliding around to your front and slipping under your shirt, tracing over your stomach before moving up and giving your breasts a squeeze as you gasp into his mouth. Jin sits up, his hands grabbing your waist as he rubs his thumbs over your hips, mesmerized by your reactions to Hoseok’s touches, memorizing every brush of skin that has you keening. 

Hoseok’s mouth moves down to your neck as he grabs your shirt, yanking it off over your head and tossing it onto the floor. It takes no time after that for him to unclasp your bra, pushing it off your shoulders so that it falls into Jin’s lap. Hoseok grabs Jin’s hands from where they rest on your waist and drags them up your body, placing them on top of your breasts before his own hands slide back down your stomach. 

Jin squeezes you gently, making you whimper for more. His hands grab you roughly a few times before he rubs his thumbs over your nipples, finding out how sensitive they are as you practically melt in his hands, his head dipping down to press kisses along your abdomen as he does. Hoseok’s mouth is working the expanse of your neck and shoulder, distracting you while his fingers pop open the button of your shorts and then slide the zipper down. He wastes no time slipping a hand under the fabric of your underwear and dipping his fingers into your already soaked folds.

“Hobi~” You breathe out his name as he circles your clit with experience. He knows exactly what to do to get you riled up for Jin, and he’s pulling out all the stops tonight.

Jin sits back to see what Hoseok did to get you to make that noise, and is shocked to see his friend's hand already in your pants. This causes him to get up on his knees with the two of you, pinching your nipples repeatedly as he reconnects his lips to yours. You feel Hoseok use his free hand to take off his shirt behind you, and then wrap that arm around your waist, pressing the warmth of his skin against your back and his hard length against your ass as his shirt dangles from his preoccupied forearm.

You quickly tug at the hem of Jin’s shirt, silently begging him to take it off. He smirks against your mouth before removing the fabric from his body, pulling it past your lips as he tosses it to the floor. You quickly pull him against you, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you press your breasts against his chest, his tongue slipping back into your mouth. One of Jin’s hands slides down with Hoseok’s into your shorts, but he moves farther, his long fingers finding your entrance quickly and tracing merciless circles around it before he finally plunges two of them deep inside of you. 

“Oh fuck~” You whine, burying your face in Jin’s neck. 

“Oh my god you’re wet.” Jin mumbles in amazement, making Hoseok chuckle.

“Told you hyung.” Hoseok finally rubs the pad of his middle finger across your clit and your legs shake from the pleasure as you moan into Jin’s skin. ”Isn’t she tight?”

Jin pumps his fingers inside you a few times as you hold him closer. “Incredibly.”

Hoseok pulls his hand away and you whine in protest, moving to look back at him, but he quickly shushes you. “Let’s move to the bed baby, it’ll be more comfortable for you.”

You nod, allowing Jin to also remove his hand before grabbing it and slipping his fingers into your mouth, cleaning your juices off of him as he watches, awestruck. 

“Goddamn.” Is all he says as he watches you stand up. You take his hand and tug him along with you, leading both boys back to the bedroom where you quickly climb onto the bed to wait.

Hoseok sheds his shorts, leaving him in just his boxers before gesturing for Jin to do the same. Jin obeys, sliding out of his jeans before joining you on the bed, watching as Hoseok digs through his nightstand for a few things, giving you a chance to look down at Jin’s lap, seeing how hard he is in his boxers, his length straining against the thin fabric, much like Hoseok’s is. Jin looks thick and your body shivers as you think of what he’ll feel like inside you. 

When Hoseok finds what he wants, he jumps on the bed with you both before pushing you onto all fours. He grabs your shorts and tugs them down, depositing them onto the floor before giving your ass a nice smack.

“Hyung, will you do the honors?” Hoseok plays with the waistband of your only remaining garment. “Or would you rather stare at her ass all day.” He jokes when he sees where Jin’s gaze is focused. 

Jin’s hands move slowly, but purposefully, grabbing the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down over your ass inch by inch, groaning when they reveal your dripping wet center. He pulls them off the rest of the way, his eyes never leaving you.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Hoseok puts a hand on each cheek and spreads them apart, showing you off to his friend as you arch your back for them. 

“So pretty…” Jin breathes.

“Hobi…” You whimper, feeling a little two exposed as both of these boys stare at your most intimate parts. 

Hoseok moves back towards your head, cupping your chin so that you’re looking up at him. “Are you okay with Jin hyung feeling how tight your sweet pussy is baby?” He asks softly, a vast difference from how dirty his words are. You can only nod, your core throbbing at the thought. “Good girl. Hyung lay down.” Jin obeys quickly, laying down on the bed next to you as Hoseok moves behind you, whispering in your ear. “Go ahead and ride him, baby.” He punctuates his sentence with a quick kiss on your cheek, watching as you move towards Jin, grabbing the elder boy’s waistband, much like he did to you moments ago, before tugging the fabric down his legs, watching his cock finally spring free against his abdomen. 

The sight of it has your mouth watering as Jin’s face and chest flush a bright pink color. You quickly move to straddle his waist, leaning down to press a sweet kiss against his lips before sitting back up and taking hold of his length and lining it up with your entrance. You look down at him one more time and he nods, watching you closely as you sink down onto him. 

A moan escapes your lips as Jin slips inside you, guided by your wetness. You shut your eyes as you sink down farther, your face and body rapidly growing hot from the feeling of him inside you as Hoseok whispers words of encouragement from behind you, also enraptured by the sight of Jin’s cock disappearing deep inside you. 

“Fuck~” You groan when he’s fully seated inside of you. He feels incredible, stretching your walls so deliciously. Jin isn’t fairing much better than you, his chest already heaving as his hands fall to your waist, squeezing it tightly to beg you to move. 

You get the message and begin to move your hips, bouncing yourself up and down on his length, bracing your hands on his chest to help you move. He feels so good inside you, you think you might burst, your skin pricking with an electricity that has you panting already. After a few minutes of bliss, you feel Hoseok’s hand on your lower back, rubbing small circles against your skin before he pushes you forward into Jin’s chest, exposing your ass to him. You sit up enough to look over your shoulder to see Hoseok has his boxers off already as he scoots up to you between Jin’s legs, rubbing his own cock to slicken it for you. 

“Couldn't let you two have all the fun.” Hoseok teases before you feel his tip at your puckered rim. “Deep breath baby, just relax for me. You know the drill.”

You nod, giving him the okay before resting your forehead against Jin’s, relaxing the lower half of your body as the younger boy pushes his hips forward. He goes slow, like he always does, but tonight, your ass seems more greedy than usual, taking his length in quickly, with little to no need for adjustment. You groan as he continues to push in, sometimes you forget how long Hoseok is until he does this, but god does it feel good, so good that you have to hold back your orgasm, not wanting to cum just yet. You force all your tension into your hand as it squeezes the sheets next to Jin’s head, and Jin rubs your side soothingly, until he starts moaning with you, able to feel Hoseok push against his own length through the barrier of your body. 

Once Hoseok is as deep as he can get inside you, all three of you let out a heavy breath as his hips still for a moment. 

“Damn you took me in so well tonight baby.” Hoseok praises, his fingers tracing along your spine. “You look so good with all your holes filled.”

“Hobi, p-please~” You whine. He places a hard smack against your ass before he starts to move his hips, slowly pulling out of you before quickly pushing in again, and under you Jin begins to do the same, fucking up into you as Hoseok pulls out and vice versa. They quickly pick up the pace, both boys gripping your hips, as you whimper between them.

God you’ve never felt so good, so full.  With both of their cocks spreading you open relentlessly, it’s no surprise how quickly you’re brought up to the edge of release, especially with how close you were earlier. Just a few more well placed thrusts and then…

“Fuck~” You come undone, your entire body shaking from the pleasure that pulses through you. Your orgasm is quick as the boys continue to fuck you through it, your legs growing weak as it passes. 

“Damn that was fast” Hoseok slows his pace to a near stop. “You came already?” You can only nod, burying your face in Jin’s neck. You hear Hoseok chuckle behind you. “You want another one, don’t you baby?”

“Yes~” You whimper against Jin.

“Hyung help me get her on her side.” Hoseok instructs. 

Both boys maneuver you onto your side without slipping out of you, sandwiching you between their bodies as Hoseok grabs your right leg and holds it up for you. You wrap your arms around Jin’s neck as they both start up their pace again, their delicious breaths and moans now directly in your ear as they fill you over and over again, now both sliding into you at the same time. 

It burns for only a minute before your core decides it feels good again, letting the pleasure back into your senses as your nails dig into Jin’s back. You pull your head out of the crook of his neck before pressing your mouth to his again, sliding your tongue past his lips to taste him for a moment before turning over your shoulder and doing the same to Hoseok, switching between both of them as one of them focuses more on kissing you, and the other focuses more on fucking you. 

It isn’t long before Hoseok’s breathing get heavier against your lips, he always gets so worked up when you let him fuck your ass, it’s a miracle he hasn’t cum already. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to yours before squeezing your thigh where he’s holding it, signaling to you that he’s close and to focus on Jin. 

You turn to the older boy, your tongues tangling as you squeeze around his length, earning a delightful groan from the back of his throat. His own breathing is ragged, signaling his own impending release in closer than you thought. 

“Jinnie~” You whine, using the nickname you only pull out for special occasions. He only grunts in response, too far gone. “Jinnie cum for me, please.” You beg. “I want to feel you cum.”

“Fuck…” The hand that was helping Hoseok hold your thigh up suddenly slides down your body to your center and begins drawing quick, tight circles on your clit, just the way you like, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. “You first.”

“J-Jin~ Hobi~!” You cry out as your second orgasm slams into you without warning, your entire body convulsing from the sheer bliss and gratification, panting as your high swirls around and through you.

Hoseok is next, you hear him groan behind you as he slams into you one last time, filling your ass with his hot release as he kisses your cheek, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

With the feeling of your core contracting ruthlessly around him, Jin isn’t far behind, thrusting into your wet heat once, twice, three more times before the pleasure takes hold of him too, and you feel his cum spurting inside you as he moans softly, rutting against you to drag out the sensation. 

The three of you lay there tangled together for a long time, reveling in the after-glow euphoria as your breathing returns to normal. Jin is the first one to speak. 

“Holy shit… I had no idea it would be like that.” He laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That was…”

“Amazing.” Hoseok finishes for him. 

“Really amazing.” Jin nods.

You hum your agreement, absolutely loving the feeling of being sandwiched between their spent bodies. “Can I ask what made you decide?” You turn to face Jin and Hoseok sits up on his elbow, curious to hear the elder boy’s answer. 

“H-honestly?” Jin looks away sheepishly. “I kind of saw you earlier…”

“Saw me? What do you mean?”

“Before dinner? When you were, you know… in here… alone.”

You gasp with realization and smack his arm. “You perv!”

“It was an accident! I swear!”

“And you didn’t say anything?” You smack his arm again laughing. 

“What am I missing?” Hoseok asks, clearly confused. 

“Tell him, Jin.”

Jin sighs. “When you asked me to get Y/N for dinner, I knocked but she didn’t answer and the door was unlocked so I just… you know, peeked my head in. and she was, well…”

“Masturbating!” You squeal. 

“I couldn’t see anything!” Jin admits. “Only your boob was out!”

“Was she using her vibrator?” Hoseok giggles, unphased by the situation when he sees that you are too. Jin nods. “Baby I told you not to use that when we have people over. Remember what happened last time? And now this time?”

“I really needed it!” You pout. “And I didn’t even get to finish.” 

“Wait, what happened last time?” Jin asks. 

“Nothing!” You deny. 

“Joon got a bit more of a show than you did.” Hoseok explains.

“Hobi!”

Hoseok shrugs. “What? It’s true.”

“Yeah, but Joon didn’t get to fuck me after.” You point out. “Trust me if you guys used that thing you’d see why I use it so much.”

“Hm, maybe we can do that next time.”

“Next time?” Jin questions again.

“What, we still have a few more days before the boys come back.” You state, rubbing your hand along Jin’s chest. “Was once enough for you?”

Jin looks at you before looking over your shoulder at Hoseok for an answer.

“Don’t look at me.” Hoseok smiles. “She asked you.”

“Fuck, how do you resist her?” Jin smiles back at both of you. 

Hoseok shakes his head, placing another smack against your ass. “I don’t.”

[dear-mono]

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[dear-mono]

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it’s the fifth of june and you know what that means! it’s your favourite fic supporter’s birthday!