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Hey guys. So, I know this is a relatively new blog, but I'm switching things up a bit. I won't be very active on this blog, and I'll actually be switching to my main blog being @ot7-hoes with two of my favorite people in the world. Anything I write from now on will be put on that blog so if you want to see more stories from me, please go follow it. Thank you for reading and I hope to see you over there.

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Work for it

She huffed out a sigh throwing her head back and placing her hands over her face. The office chair she had been sitting upon for the past six hours reclining back ever so slightly, spinning momentarily before coming to a complete stop. She threw her whole body forward resting her head on her hands huffing out an overly dramatic breath. This paperwork was going to be the death of her, her boss was almost certain there was a mistake, a misprint, a typo, god knows what it was but the was one somewhere and she couldn’t find it for the life of her. She took a breath closing her eyes and calming herself down, one more read through and she was going home. Sorting the papers in order once more, she stretched her neck getting back to her job.

Tae sat at the other end of the office typing out his reports that were due weeks ago, he checked his watch grimacing slightly at the late hour. He looked around at the empty office desks and sighed, getting up he decided it was best to abandon the report to ‘stretch his legs’. Walking over to the water cooler he spotted her sitting at the desk reading with a scowl on her brow, he smirked as she let out an exasperated sigh, throwing down the piece of paper and aggressively scratching her head. He looked over her shoulder reading the paper along with her.

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

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Summary: After years of awkward glances, snide remarks from friends, and safe distance from each other, you never expected Jungkook to invite you into his bed, let alone me so caring.

Jungkook's POV

I can't describe how I feel when she's around. She makes my heart race, and I just tense up when she's around. I probably look stupid. I'm always so quiet when she's around, but I can't help it. I want to talk to her, but I can't bring myself to do it. All of our friends make fun of me for it, and she gets quiet when it's brought up. She probably hates me for it. God, why can't I just tell her how I feel?

"Come on, Y/N, just come out with us. It'll be fun!" Taehyung whines, holding your hand. "No thank you. You guys have fun. I'll just hang out here." You sigh. It's been a long day hanging out with the guys and you'd really rather lay down. "Fine. Come on, Kookie. Go get dressed." Taehyung says to the younger man, whose sat on the other side of the couch. "Nah, I think I'm just gonna stay here. I don't feel like going out." Jungkook replies. His voice makes you squirm. "Oh boo. You guys are no fun. Fine. Stay here and be bored. We're gonna go get wasted." Taehyung smiles, heading out the door with the rest of the guys. "Oh, and one more thing. If you guys do anything, please don't get any stains on the couch. I'd rather not sit on Jungkook's jizz. Bye bye!" Taehyung waves, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Jungkook silent, your face red.

"So, um-" You start, but Jungkook stands abruptly. "I'm going to bed. Good night." He says quickly before escaping to his room. "Good night." You pout, staring blankly at the tv. What's his deal? You know the others always tease him about liking you, but you highly doubt it's true. He's always avoided you as much as possible, barely talked to you, and when he did talk to you, it was very little. You always thought he was cute, and some things he did had you hopeful, like when he bought you food when you didn't have any money or when he thought you were already asleep so he gave you a blanket. His actions confused you, and you just wanted to know for sure.

You grabbed a blanket from the closet, turning off the light and curling up on the couch, cuddling a decorative pillow to help you fall asleep. You laid there for almost an hour, tired, but not able to fall asleep. You sit up, pouting. The pillow wasn't what you needed to cuddle. You needed the warmth of another body. You thought it over, gathering up your courage. It's now or never. You nod, grabbing your blanket and drapping it over your shoulders as you stand up. You march over to Jungkook's door, raising your hand. You contemplate for another moment before deciding, knocking on the door. After a second of waiting and hearing nothing, you turn, embarrassed for even attempting this. That's when the door clicks, and you stop in your tracks.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" You hear Jungkook's groggy voice ask, making your heart race. You turn around to see him standing in his doorway, his hair ruffled, lips pouty, eyes squinted, and basketball shorts hanging loosely on his hips. "I-I um, I'm sorry. I can't sleep. I was gonna ask if I could-uh-you know, nevermind. Sorry." You stutter, turning around, but you hear a few footsteps on the hardwood, then feel a hand on your shoulder. "You can sleep in my bed if you want. It's big enough so we won't be on each other." He mumbles, shocking you. The guy that's always been too shy to even talk to you if now offering you a spot in his bed, with him. "Are you sure? You won't mind?" You ask softly. "Honestly, I'm too tired to care. Come on." He says, turning on his heel to head back into the room.

You follow him, shuffling as you wrap the blanket tighter around you. He gets in on the side next to the wall, allowing you to lay down on the outside. You lay with you back turned to him, his presence only making you nervous, deterring your plan to sleep. You lay awake, hearing the soft breathing from the man behind you. You turn around, facing him, trying to get comfortable. You can't help but stare at him, taking in his features. He looked so peaceful sleeping, so relaxed. A huge improvement from the timid boy you knew.

Your cheeks heat up, realizing again why you're here. You need contact to sleep. Physical contact. Luckily he's asleep already. Maybe he won't notice. You move your leg, barely touching his with it. It's very little contact, but it still helps, and you slowly fall asleep

Jungkook's POV

A soft whine pulls me out of my sleep, and I groan as I turn, rubbing my eyes. Something shifts, and I think maybe Jimin or Taehyung climbed into my bed again, but the whine is too small and soft to be from one of them. My eyes finally adjust, and I see Y/N laying next to me, her face twisted in discomfort. That's right, I let her sleep in my bed. What's wrong with her?

"S-Stop. Please don't. Go away." She mumbles, her voice small. She shifts again, whining. She must be having a nightmare. Jimin told me she had those sometimes, but I never really noticed. "Stop stop stop stop stop." She says, getting louder. I decide to take initiative, placing my hand gently on her arm.

"No!" You gasp, sitting up straight. Immediately you hear shushing, a strong hand pulling you to pay back down. Your eyes are wide as you see Jungkook laying next to you, his eyebrows knit in concern. "Are you okay?" He asks, his fingertips dragging across the sensitive skin of the back of your arm. You gulp, nodding, trying your best to ignore the chills his touch was sending down your spine. "I'm sorry I woke you up." You mumble, looking away from him. "Sh, no, it's okay, I was already awake. Here, come closer." He says. "Uh, are you-" "Just come here." He sighs, pulling you closer by your hip, his arm sliding under the crook of your neck, your eyes level with his chin.

"Is this better?" He asks, and with your hand on his warm, bare chest, you can feel it vibrate. You nod, his scent intoxicating. "You can relax, you know. I know you're a cuddly person. You can cuddle me if you need to. Don't be so tense. Do whatever you want." His words relax you and make you nervous at the same time. Can you really lay how you want? He must sense your hesitation because he takes initiative once again, sliding his leg between yours and pulling you even closer to him, your chest flushed against his, your legs entwined, your leg resting over his hip. You've never been this close to him. His warmth, his scent, everything about him had your eyelids drooping, finally comfortable enough to fall back asleep. Almost.

As you lay there, his thumb caresses your hip soothingly, until his hand slowly travels up under your shirt, fingers grazing against your skin, causing a soft moan to tumble from your lips. The sound makes him stop, and your eyes widen as you realize what happened. "I-I'm sor-ah..." You moan again as his index finger traces your spine. "Are you sensitive, Y/N?" He asks softly. You nod, your cheeks heating up. "That's so cute." He smiles, repeating the action. You shift under his touch, your eyes closing as you focus on the sensation. As you shift, his thigh grazes your clothed core, pressing gently against it, but still getting a reaction, another whine, from you.

"Jungkook, I-" "Ssshhh... Sweetheart, just let me take care of you." He shushes you, pressing his leg up against you again, pulling another moan from you. "Will you let me do that? Will you let me take care of you?" He asks, cupping your cheek. You nod, looking him in the eyes. "Please?" You ask. He hums approvingly, smiling at you. "So polite. So good." He whispers before closing the distance between you two, his lips connecting with yours in a soft kiss. His lips are a lot softer than you imagined, his kiss slow and passionate, taking your breath away.

When he moves his leg against you again, you gasp, and he take the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You moan into his mouth, his hand reaching down to grip your thigh, holding you in place so he can grind against you. His thigh is so muscular, just him moving it against you is driving you crazy. Your hips start to move on their own, grinding against him yourself. Everything is slow, sensual, and relaxed.

You can start to feel close to your end, your back arching as you grip his bicep in warning. He pulls away from you, his breath heavy. You pout as he moves his leg away from you, moving you onto your back, propping himself up on his side. You look at him as his hand slides under your shirt, slowly moving over your skin, his thumb tickling right under your breast. You shudder at the feeling, closing your eyes as you arch into his touch. "I love how sensitive you are, baby. It's so cute." He smiles, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. He moves your shirt up, bundling it above your breasts, appreciating the lack of a bra. "So perfect." He whispers, his thumb grazing over your nipple.

You whimper, your thighs rubbing together, searching for friction. "Sh, don't worry, baby, I'll get there." He assures you, his hand rubbing your bare thigh. His hand slides between your thighs, rubbing over your core as he dips his head down, his tongue flicking over your nipple. You squirm, moaning softly as he sucks on your hardened bud, his tongue swirling around it while his hand traces overer your waistband. He pulls back, tugging on your nipple with his teeth before letting go of it. "Do you really want to do this, Y/N? Are you okay with me touching you?" He asks. "Please, Kookie. Please." You beg, your voice soft. "You're so good, baby. Will you be my baby? Can I call you my baby girl?" He whispers.

You bite your lip, not needing to think before you nod, bringing a smile to his face. He kisses you hard in response, his hand sliding into your pants. "Oh fuck, baby." He groans, his finger tracing over your slick slit. "You're this wet? God, you're perfect." He groans, kissing you again as he slides a finger inside of you. You gasp, your hips bucking in response, your arms wrapping around his neck. He pumps his finger a few times before adding a second, and eventually, a third. The stretch was driving you crazy, your thighs trembling as his mouth caught all of your sounds. He curls his fingers, your walls squeezing around them. The sound of his fingers pumping, his palm grinding against your sensitive clit, everything has you tumbling over the edge, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you grip onto him, his lips pressing soft kisses to your cheek, jaw, and nose as you cum around his fingers.

He slows down, pulling his fingers out of you. "Good job, baby. Hey, look at me." He asks, and you do, looking him in the eyes. "Do you trust me?" He asks softly, brushing away loose strands of hair that have fallen onto your face. You nod, making him smile. "Good. I promise, I'm gonna take care of my baby girl. Um, one second." He says, getting up. You watch as he goes into his nightstand, shuffling around in the drawer. His entire body freezes, and you look at him questioningly. "I don't have any, uh, protection. Shit. Um..." He hums, looking around the room. "Kookie." You coo, reaching out towards him. He turns to you, coming closer so you can hold his hand. "What is it, baby girl?" He asks softly. "You don't need one. Please, I just need you so bad."

His eyes widen at your words. "Really? You're fine with me going raw?" He asks. "As long as you can pull out." You tell him, and he smiles brightly. "Of course. Oh my god." He says excitedly, climbing back onto the bed, on top of you. You shift, taking your pants off, him helping you toss them to the ground, then your shirt, leaving you bare underneath him, your legs resting on his thighs. His breath hitches, hands roaming soothingly over your body, his eyes taking in every perfect inch of you. "Y/N, I've waited so long to see you like this, you have no idea." He sighs, his thumbs tracing over your pelvic bone. "Jungkook... Please." You whine, squirming under his touch.

"Oh, right, sorry." He gasps. He reaches down, tugging the waistband of his shorts down just enough to free his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you make a mental note to take care of him sometime. He wraps his hand around it, making him hiss at the contact. He pumps it a few times, his mouth falling open. "Baby, I'm sorry, I already know I'm not gonna last long, but I made a promise to take care of you, and I will." He groans, and you nod in understanding. He leans forward, guiding his cock to your entrance slowly, you becoming impatient. When he finally gets there, he rubs his tip over it, making you whimper.

You gasp as he finally pushes himself in, a soft moan tumbling from his lips also. He falls forward a bit, his hair tickling your nose as he bottoms out. "My god, you're so tight." He moans. You hum in response, feeling him fill you up so nicely. "Jungkook, please, move." You beg, moving your hips against him. He whispers incoherently, but does as you say, pulling out until just his tip is in, then grinding back into you. You moan as he continues slowly, starting a sensual pace that isn't fast, but after a while, hits right where you need him the most. "Kookie, ah, r-right-ah..." You moan when he brushes up against your sweet spot. "Right there?" He asks, and you nod. He shifts, moving so your bottom half is resting more on his legs, his arms moving under your legs, pushing them up closer to your chest.

He pushes in again, hitting the spot directly, smirking when he gets another moan from you. "Perfect. So fucking perfect, baby." He groans, thrusting into you again. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's cursing under his breath, pulling out of you. You pout as you watch him, his face flushed, his angry cock leaking precum as he sits there, catching his breath. "You didn't, uh..." You ask, hoping he gets where you're going with it. "Oh, no, I was about to though. Um, here, I have an idea." He says. He moves to sit with his back against the wall, motioning for you to come join him. You kneel next to him expectantly, him smiling sweetly.

"Baby, do you think you could ride me?" He asks softly. You smile, nodding before swinging your leg over his lap. His hands run over your hips as you reach down, grabbing his cock and guiding it to you before sinking down on it. "Ugh, fuck." He moans, his head falling back against the wall. You start to move up and down on him, continuing the pace he had set before. You can tell you're probably not going to last much longer either, the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. He leans forward, placing soft kisses on your neck, shoulders, and chest as his hands roam your lower half, soothingly rubbing your ass and thighs.

His hands move higher up to your back, and you gasp as his finger tips gently graze down your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your walls twitching around him. "Shit." He moans before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you to his lips, kissing you passionately while his hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, making you shiver. His hand stays there while the other traces over your back more, your moans and whimpers getting higher, the gentle touches sending you into a frenzy. "Mmf, Ju-mmm..." You moan into his mouth, your high coming all too quickly. He pulls his mouth away from you, letting your sounds bounce off the wall, mixed with his own moans.

"Jungkook, I'm-" "I know, baby, ah, just, ah little, mo-ah-" He groans, lifting you off of him quickly as he releases, coating your thighs and his stomach, your own high not hitting you. He sees you pout and quickly moves into action, pushing you down onto the bed before you can lose the feeling, his body dipping down, his mouth quickly latching to your dripping core. "Jungkook! Ah, oh, my god!" You cry out, his tongue working over you quickly, flicking against your clit harshly to bring you back to your end. His mouth feels so good on you that it only takes about a minute before you cum all over his tongue, him lapping up everything before pulling away, licking his lips before smirking. "Are you okay, baby?" He asks, smiling. You sigh, smiling, covering your face with your arm, a bit embarrassed now.

"Hey, sh, come on." He cooes, moving your arm and leaning over you. "You did such a good job. You're so amazing. Come on, why don't we get you cleaned up?" He asks softly. He gets off the bed, fixing his shorts before digging in his drawer, grabbing a pair of clothes. "Come on." He calls to you softly, reaching his hand out to you. You grab your blanket, wrapping yourself up before following him out of the room, heading to the bathroom.

He grabs two towels out of the hall closet before leading you into the bathroom, turning on the light and closing the door behind you. He sets the clothes and towels down before turning the water on, making sure it's the right temperature before switching it to shower mode. He turns to you, smiling. Rubbing your shoulders, he moves the blanket away, letting it fall to the floor around you. A small sigh leaves his lips as he looks you up and down. "I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful you are." His words send a blush across your cheeks. He kisses your cheek, smiling. "Alright, let's get you clean."

He helps you into the shower, the warm water flowing over your body, Jungkook's chest pressed to your back. He grabs the body wash, squeezing some into his hand before placing his hands flat on your body, rubbing the body wash onto your skin. You moan softly as he kisses your shoulders, your head falling back onto his. He whispers compliments to you, saying how good you were for him and how beautiful you are, warming your heart.

Once he's done washing you off he cleans himself quickly before turning the water off, helping you out before wrapping you in a towel. You both dry yourselves off and get dressed. "So, I can still sleep in your bed, right?" You ask teasingly. "Are you kidding me? As far as I'm concerned, you can sleep in my bed every night." He replies, making you giggle. You're still laughing as you open the bathroom door, Jungkook following you out, but you stop as you see six men standing in the living room, smiling at the both of you leaving the bathroom together. 

"Yes! My plan worked!" Taehyung shouts, throwing his hands in the air triumphantly. Your cheeks turn bright red as you turn, burying your face in Jungkook's chest. "Come on, Y/N. You guys can stop staring now." Jungkook mutters before grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you to his room, where he spends the rest of the night comforting you and making you feel not so embarrassed.

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Hi, I was thinking about requesting a Taehyung scenario? You taehyung’s girlfriend is a worlwide supermodel that is gonna walk on Victoria secret fashion show, and everyone is jealous beacuse you looks really sexy/hot, and how will tae react that you is gonna do that?

A/N: Hello! Sorry this took so long, just a lot of stuff going on in my life. Anyways, here you go! Enjoy!

The day was finally here. You sat in the chair as the hairdresser did your hair. After your hair was done it was time for makeup, and you were getting more nervous by the second. Two years ago you were discovered by a modeling agent, and since then you've taken the world by storm, getting a bunch of high end gigs, walking through tons of fashion shows, and this was the one you were most excited for. Tonight you were walking in the Victoria's Secret fashion show, and almost the entire world was going to see you walk down that runway. However, the only eyes you cared about belonged to your boyfriend, Taehyung.

Taehyung was a famous idol from the kpop group BTS. You had met him at a Gucci fashion show and you immediately hit it off, other than the language barrier, but that went away once he started learning your language more. You had been together for about a year now and you couldn't be more in love. He was funny, sweet, gorgeous, and had a huge heart. You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend. He treated you like a queen. You both supported each other's careers wholeheartedly, and even though you had to spend time apart a lot he still made up for it whenever you were together. Tonight, though, he was here, in the crowd, as excited as everyone to see you walk.

"Five minutes!" Someone shouts, and you take a deep breath as the stylist adjusts your bra. You don't walk until the end, being a special guest, but your outfit was so intricate that they were already fixing you up. No matter how nervous you were, you couldn't wait to walk down that runway.

Taehyung's POV

Model after model walked down the runway, everyone oohing and ahing around me, but I only watched, waiting patiently for Y/N. I couldn't wait to see what they had her in. She was always gorgeous in anything she wore.

After a long time of waiting, I finally saw her, and my heart skipped a beat. Dressed in a light pink, lacey set, large white wings on her back, and white heels, she took my breath away. "Wow, is that Y/F/N? She looks stunning." One woman gasps. "I wish I had a body like hers." Another one grumbles. I smirk as I watch Y/N walk, all of the compliments I hear from everyone warms my heart. Y/N deserves all the love in the world. I hear a nasty tone in some of the comments, like when one woman said "There's no way she looks that great naturally." I know that Y/N has never done anything to ruin her perfect body, so they don't bother me. People get jealous all the time.

As she walks, she still looks adorable, the bounce in her step the reason she differs from all the other models. Everyone else had a stoic expression, only looking forward, which was typical for a model. But Y/N, she didn't act like other models. Each time she walked she smiled and practically skipped down the runway, beaming with excitement and happiness. No one ever complained either. She had become the world's sweetheart, and most importantly, my baby girl.

As she walked closer I could see her eyes scanning the crowd, and when she finally saw me she smiled and blew a kiss. I heard mumbling around me and winked back, knowing it would turn her cheeks as pink as her outfit. "She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't even take it seriously. I could do way better." I hear behind me. It makes my blood boil, but I keep my cool, focusing on my angel as she disappeared backstage.

The rest of the show goes smoothly, and everyone clears out to go to after parties and things like that, but not me. I stand outside the back entrance, waiting for Y/N so that we can go back to the hotel. As I wait I scroll through my phone, looking at stuff about the show. I see pictures and videos of app the models, but when I finally see a post about Y/N my heart explodes. She looks incredible, the perfect mix of adorable and sexy. As I look at the pictures I see again how well the lingerie fit her, sitting over her lovely curves nicely, the baby pink looking amazing with her skin tone, the way the bra was slightly see through. I lick my lips, thinking about how she'd look under my while wearing that, but when I look in the comments, it seems like other people have the same idea as me.

"Y/N is so fine"

"The guy who gets to fuck any of these models, especially Y/N, damn wish it was me"

"These girls must get so much dick feel sorry for their boyfriends"

"That would all look better on my bedroom floor, Y/N give me a call?"

My blood boils seeing these. How could people be so shameless? It disgusts me that people think it's ok to talk about a taken woman like that. It pisses me off especially since it's about Y/N. She's mine, and no one else can talk about her like that.

You waved to some of the other models as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder, making your way to the back door. As you push the door open, Taehyung moves quickly, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Princess!" He smiles, holding his arms out toward you. You smile, jogging into his embrace. "You did so well. You looked amazing up there." He told you, making you blush. "I just hope I looked as good as I felt." You smile. "Well then you must've felt incredible." He says, rubbing your arm as he pulls away. "Come on, let's go to the hotel." He smiles, taking your hand.

*At the hotel*

"Oh yeah, Gigi is really sweet, I hung out with her a few times." You say to your phone. You decided to do an Instagram live to talk to your fans and answer any questions they have, as you did frequently. Taehyung sat in the background at the vanity, doing his nightly skincare routine, listening to your soft voice. "You think I'm prettier than you? Sweetie, please no, don't say that. You're so pretty. I don't think anyone is really prettier than anyone else, everyone is beautiful. Please don't think so little of yourself, you're absolutely gorgeous." You say. You were a big fan of the body positivity and Taehyung loved how sweet you were to your fans, and knew that you were completely genuine when you said that.

You squint, reading the next comment, a bit shocked. "Leave that pretty boy and come chill with a real man." You read out loud, catching Taehyung's attention. "Guys, please don't say things like that, it's not polite." You say, trying to brush it off, but Taehyung angrily rubs his lotion in before getting up and sitting down next to you. "There's no way she's going to do that, so don't even think about it." Taehyung says while taking his head band off. He turns, grabbing your face and kissing you so hand it knocks you back onto the bed, flat on your back. He pulls away, looking at the camera. "She's mine. Deal with it." He says before grabbing the phone and ending the live. "Hey! I wasn't done!" You shout, grabbing at the phone, but he tosses it to the side. "Yes you are. I think it's time to congratulate you on your amazing show tonight, what do you think? Also, I think it's time for a reminder who you belong to." He smirks, running his hand over your side. Well, looks like you're in for a long night.

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You don't need someone to make you happy. You can make yourself happy, even if you have to be alone to prove it to yourself.

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This never fails to devastate me. How quickly they’ve grown! ❤

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9 million people fucking love dogs

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WHY WE LOVE HOSEOK

He is our sun

He is our hope

He is our angel

He is also our dance king

that make us suffer once on stage

but compared to most BTS members who only got a duality on and off stage. Jhope got one too on and off Korea. In his country he is Hobi

But once in America he is JAY

He might look strong but Jhope get scared …

… of even a passing shadow  

But our Jhope got so much love to give no matter what

and is given so much love by the members in return

He protects

He attacks

He can make Yoongi do things that nobody can

He can rap

He can sing

And Oh GOD he can dance

He is so kind and helps whenever he can. Add to that his smile alone can erase all sadness

He is a fashion king

He brings joy to this world. He is love. He is life. He is very handsome yet he got a very beautiful personality too. He might turn scary when he is serious. But most of the times he is the one getting scared. He is so cute at times, attractive in others and just shining bright like a sun in most of them. He is what brings ARMY and BTS the smiles we need through hard times. Today is his birthday. Let’s celebrate this special person’s day. Happy birthday to our hope and angel Jhope. 

Thank you for being born Jung Hoseok ^^

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You make a fool out of me I’m gonna hide in my room with a bruise again  I’m a hikikomori  My heart is hollow  Hikikomori, hikikomori  My heart is sadly empty 

h i k i k o m o r i. Bang Yongguk. 2019.

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can vogue hire him already

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Hey everyone! Please go check out the new update on my collab blog! Hope you like it!

A/N:  Hey guys! So we decided to post this in honor of Hobi’s birthday. I had this idea a while ago so we worked it out and felt like this is the right moment to post. We really hope y'all love it as much as we do. Also we’re working on more stuff so stay tuned for that.~Sunnie

Wazzup y’all. Just like Sunnie said, this is an oldie we made months ago and we’re finally posting it! Hope you enjoy and stay tuned for everything we have coming soon!

Word count: 2,757

Summary: Felling something missing in the song he was working on, Hoseok decided you might be able to help him.

Warnings: Studio sex, unprotected sex, kinda soft

“Holy crap, why do we keep hosting here?” You groan, kicking a pile of blankets while pouting. Last night was movie night, where all of your boyfriend’s friends came over and messed up your organized movie shelf, unfolded all of your blankets, and raided your kitchen. You were so tired last night you decided to just leave all the mess to clean today, and now you regretted it. You sigh as you fold all of the blankets, putting them in the closet for next time. Your phone rings, and you put the last blanket up, reaching for your phone. “Hello?” You answer. “Hey, baby.” Hoseok sighs. “Hey, are you okay? You sound kinda stressed out.” You ask, worried. “Um, actually, I think I could use your help a little bit. Would you mind coming by the studio?” He asks. “Of course. I’ll be over there in about 20 minutes.” You nod. “Perfect. Thank you. I love you.” He sighs in relief. “No problem. I’ll see you soon. I love you too.” You smile, hanging up. You wonder what he could need your help with in the studio, but he seemed stressed, so maybe he just wanted to see you. He always tells you that your presence calms him, so maybe that’s it. You decide to cheer him up a bit and bring him some food too, so on your way to the studio you stop at his favorite take out spot and grab something. When you get to the studio, you realize that all the rooms are strangely quiet. Normally someone was recording in a studio or someone playing music and practicing in the dance studio, but no one was there. You frown in confusion as you make your way to Hoseok’s personal studio. You knock on the door. “Come in!” The familiar voice shouts through the thick door. You push the door open, smiling at your boyfriend who was hunched over the desk. “Hey babe.” He groans into his folded arms. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, rubbing his back gently. “Wait.” He says, sitting up quickly. “Do I smell- oh yes!” He smiles, looking at the bag you’re holding. “You seemed stressed over the phone so I figured I’d bring you a little something.” You giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down onto his lap. “You’re seriously incredible, Y/N.” He smiles, pulling you back towards him to place a kiss on your cheek. You place the food on the desk, opening the bag and pulling out the boxes as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “This one is yours, and this one is mine.” You say, opening the boxes. You hand him his box and he accepts it along with the chopsticks sat on top of it. You stand up and walk over to the couch, him behind you as you both relax against the cushions. You dig into your food happily, finishing before speaking again. “So, what’s wrong?” You ask, sitting cross-legged. “Well, I don’t know. With this new song, it just feels like there’s something missing.” He sighs. “Can I listen to it?” He nods, getting up and leading you to the desk. He starts up the song and you bob your head to the beat. It finishes and you hum in response. “It-” “Wait.” He cuts you off. “Do that again.” “Do what?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. “That sound. That little hum or moan or whatever it was. Do it again.” He says. You do it again, and he smirks. “Baby, how would you like to record some audio for the song?” He says, his tone deeper now. “Me? But why me? What could I do to help the song?” You stutter, completely confused. He stands up, closing you in between him and the desk. “I think your beautiful moans would be perfect in the background. What do you say, baby? You wanna help me out?” His hands resting on your hips, his body pressing closer to you as you lean against the desk. “H-Hoseok I don’t think that-” “Shhh, baby, just help me, please?” He begs, taking your hand and leading it down his body. He leads your hand to his pants, cupping the bulge that had formed in his jeans. You squeeze lightly, and he moans softly. You lick your lips, rubbing his clothed member as his eyes close, lost in the small amount of pleasure. As much as he loves it, he pulls your hand away, reaching behind you before bending down slightly to grip the back of your legs. You hop up, wrapping your legs around his hips as he carries you over to the couch. He lays you down before going over to his mic, placing it next to you. After pressing the record button he crawls back on top of you, nuzzling his hips between your legs. “Now baby, right now is all about you, okay?” He says, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I want you to be nice and loud for me. I know for a fact you can do that.” He smirks, before adjusting the mic a last time. You nod, and he leans down, closing the gap between you and connecting your lips. He grinds against your core, kissing you deeply as his hands roam across your body. You moan as his hand slides up your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra. You close your eyes, relaxing as he takes control of your body, causing the small moans and whimpers that are music to his ears. “Baby, sit up a little for me.” He whispers. You do as he says, and he lifts your shirt up over your head, tossing it on the floor. His nose rubs against yours before his lips press against yours. You’re surprised, he’s taking things very slow. It’s not normally like him to do that. His hand slides around your back, unclipping your bra as his lips move against yours. Your discarded bra joins your shirt and you sigh into the kiss as his warm hand meets your bare breast, instantly toying with your perky nipple. His lips travel down to your neck, and you gasp as his teeth nip at your skin. “That’s it, baby.” He whispers, licking over the bruised area. Your hips buck, and he grinds against you, adding another sensation to get you hot. Your fingers start to run through his hair, but he sits up, grabbing your wrists in one hand as he pins them above your head. As he peppers your neck with kisses, traveling down to your raised chest, a thought pops into your head. “Wait, I have a question.” You whimper, and he looks up at you expectantly. “You only need a few moans, right? Why are you doing all of this? I could just fake a few into a mic and you have your background.” You say, his smirk causing you to raise an eyebrow. “Now, you really think your moans would sound as good if they were fake? You know me, I strive for the best quality. I’m gonna get those moans out of you, and I’m gonna get a lot of different sounds and Yoongi and Namjoon can pick the best ones to put in the song.” He smiles, his thumb running over the supple skin of your breast. “Wait, you’re actually gonna play this for them?” You cry out, not even thinking of that. “Well of course. I need a second and third opinion on what should go in the final product.” He smirks. “So, they’re gonna, um, hear everything we do?” You murmur. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of the three of them, sitting in a room together, listening to all the sounds Hoseok pries out of you. “Do you mind?” He asks, already knowing the answer from how your rosy cheeks radiate heat and your back arches, pushing your chest closer to his face. “No, I don’t.” You mumble, embarrassed at how aroused you are now that you know someone is gonna listen to it. “Perfect. Now, who treats you right?” He asks, placing small kisses on the valley between your breasts. “Y-You, sir.” You stutter, figuring he’d want to hear the usual nickname. He hums against your chest, causing your breath to hitch. “And who gets to touch you and kiss you like this?” He his hand cups your breast as his tongue flicks over your pert nipple. “You, sir.” You breathe, not being able to stand all the teasing. His kisses trail lower, and he unbuttons your jeans before pulling them off, climbing back over you and resting his forehead against yours as his finger traces over your clothed slit. “And, who owns the pretty, drenched, tight pussy?” He asks, his voice soft yet intimidating. “You, sir.” You gulp. “Damn right.” He smirks before crashing his lips onto yours as he presses onto your clit, the shock of the pleasure making you moan into his mouth. He pulls his mouth away from yours, putting his lips to your neck instead as he slides your panties to the side, a finger dipping past your folds to bury deep inside of you, curling perfectly in the way he’s learned. He knows everything about your body, and you have no doubt he’s gonna do anything he can to get what he wants from you. Soft moans from your lips encourage him to keep curling, finding that sweet spot as his teeth grazes over your nipple. Your head tilts back as his fingertip presses against your spot, and he adds a second finger to the mix, curling and stretching you out, yet you wish he was using something else. “So wet for me baby. Is it just because of me? Or is it because you know people are gonna hear what a dirty slut you are for me?” He whispers deeply. Your walls clench around his fingers involuntarily, and he smirks, shaking his head. Without warning, he starts pumping his fingers faster, adding a third finger that has you practically screaming. The force of his pumps has he palm hitting your needy, neglected clit, your body shaking as you near the edge. “Hngh, Hoseok, fuck!” You cry out, back arching as a cocky grin spreads across his face. “That’s it, baby. Only I can make you cum this hard with just my fingers.” His words send you over, your hand gripping his bicep tightly as he rubs you clit through your high. He keeps going and you whine, your now oversensitive bud getting too much attention. You try to push his hand away, but he tsks at you, not even slowing down his fingers. “Come on. Give me another. I know you can do it. You wanna be a good girl, right?” He cooes. You squirm under him, wanting to answer, but the words are taken over by whines, pants, and moans, so you just nod. You know it won’t take long, and he knows that too. You’re shaking uncontrollably, the wet sound of his fingers gliding in and out of your drenched hole echoing through the studio. A tear rolls down your cheek as you unravel again, his pace finally slowing down as you clench around his fingers once again. “Good girl. You’re good. Such a good girl for me.” He whispers, placing soft kisses on your exposed chest. You giggle breathlessly, reaching up to wipe the tear from your cheek. That always happened when you came hard, and you were so embarrassed by it, but he loves it, pecking your cheeks with his lips soothingly. “You’re so cute, baby.” He smiles, chuckling deeply. “Shut up!” You giggle, hitting his arm while sniffling. “Now, why don’t we get some more of those moans?” He groans, grinding his clothed erection against your soaking wet, bare core. The way his jeans rub against you has you moaning again, and you can’t believe how horny you still are. He reaches to take his shirt off, but you stop him, shaking your head. “Don’t take it off. I don’t care if you’re not naked, I need you so bad. Please, Hobi.” You beg, biting your lip while bucking your hips against him, a soft grunt escaping from his lips. “So eager. Don’t worry, baby. You know I always give you what you need.” He grins, reaching down to unzip his pants. He pulls his member out, and you wish you could suck it. However, that thought is immediately pushed away as he pushes into you. You gasp as he bottoms out, his head resting in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He groans, his fingers gripping at your thigh. Your heel rests against the curve of his ass as he pulls back, slamming back into you roughly. “Fuck.” He grunts quietly. He leans down, muffling his moans in your neck, making sure your sounds are the only ones recorded. His teeth dig into your shoulder, and you wrap your arms around him, your fingers gripping the soft fabric of his shirt while your other hand goes up to the back of his head, fingers weaving through his dark, thick locks. The force of his thrusts has you practically bouncing, your whole body rocking to his rhythm as your tits bounce against him. The way he fills you up, his weight on top of you, his jeans grazing against your bare skin, you felt dizzy almost from the overwhelming feelings. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.” He groans, unable to keep quiet anymore. All you can do is moan in response. The mic picks up every single one of your lustful noises, and you have no doubt the boys will have a handful of content to go through. Your hand slips under the hem of his shirt, your nails raking against his back. The action snaps something inside of him, a growl emanating from his throat as he sits up, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head and he pounds ruthlessly into you, making you cry out his name. His new position has his cock reaching deeper inside of you, and you know you aren’t going to last much longer. He knows exactly how to send you over the edge, and your walls constricting around him show he’s doing just that. Your fingers writhe, trying to grasp at anything as your back arches, legs trembling while a fire takes over you, washing any sense out of your body. “That’s-ah-fuck!” Hoseok groans, his knuckles turning white as he grips your wrist, snapping his hips once more before filling you up with warmth. He lets go of your wrists, instead gripping onto the arm of the couch to hold himself up. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, a small whimper leaving you as he pulls out of you, the loss of stretch and the cum dripping out of you sending a chill down your spine. “Shit, uh, tissues.” He gasps, running over to stop the recording and to grab the tissue box from his desk, cleaning you up. “There. All better.” He smiles before throwing the tissues away. You sit up, stretching as you sigh, still a bit light-headed. You feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, and you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. “You good?” He asks, resting his head on top of yours. “Yeah, I’m good.” You smile, putting your hand on his thigh. He kisses your head before leaning back, relaxing as you get up and get dressed. You plop back down onto the couch, curling up next to him with your legs over his, your head on his shoulder as he rubs your arm softly. “You think there’s gonna be enough recording to go through?” You ask, worried if what you gave was good enough. “Oh definitely. It was perfect, baby. Thank you.” He says, shaking you gently. “Good. And, it’s not gonna be weird to you that your friends are gonna listen to us having sex?” You ask nervously. “Nah, not really. At least they’ll know that I’m the one that can get those sounds from you.” A cocky smirk forms on his lips. You playfully hit his chest and he chuckles deeply. “Hey, thank you, for coming here.” He says, and you smile up at him. “I’ll always be here to help.” You giggle, stretching up to peck his cheek.

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Ticklish

Thank you for the request anon, as always, I hope you love it! If you want a smutty part two let me know ;) 

‘But you have to come, I can’t do it without you, not again.’ He continued to try and convince her, she rolled her eyes closing the tab she was working on, it was evident she wasn’t getting to finish this.

‘You’ve survived before why do you need me now?’ She questioned, and a valid one at that, it was just movie night, he made everything seem like a chore, that spending time outside of his studio was the worst thing he could think of.

‘Please? I’ll even let you sleep in my bed when it’s over, you know I never let anyone sleep in my bed.’ It was a tempting offer, usually when she ended up staying she slept on the couch, there was someone else’s bed she would rather camp in, but she won’t say that outright, whatever she could get she would take, the couch was like sleeping on a rock.

‘Fine, but, I get to pick the side of the bed I sleep on AND I get one of your shirts, any I want.’ She bargained, knowing full well he won’t say no.

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A/N: Hello everyone! Little quick thing I wrote while being lonely on Valentine's Day. Hope you enjoy! Also, this is unedited because I'm tired.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word count: 3301

Summary: Being a snobby rich girl has it's perks, and you've had fun with it. There's only one problem, you've become quite a brat, and Hoseok doesn't tolerate brats.

The bass boomed as you strutted through the club, your posse behind you. Most of them only hung around you for your money, and you knew it, but you didn't care. You didn't really like them anyway. You walked as if you owned the place, because you felt like you did. You could own it if you wanted to. Coming from a rich family, you were very snobby, because you could be. You grew up getting whatever you wanted whenever you wanted, and it stayed with you through your adulthood. You made your way to your private booth, ordering a couple rounds of shots for your group.

After downing your shots you look around, examining the cluster of bodies on the dance floor. "I'm going out there. Do whatever you want." You say to your group before getting up, heading to the dance floor. A few followed you while the rest drank more. All you wanted was to be lost in the crowd at the moment, so that's what you did. You went straight to the middle of the floor, bumping into people without apologizing, and started swaying to the music.

It didn't take long before you made eye contact with a gorgeous stranger a few feet away. His black hair fell against his forehead, sticking to the slight film of sweat that covered his skin. He licked his lips, looking you up and down like you were a full course meal. You smirked and bit your bottom lip, wiggling a finger for him to come to you. A few seconds later you felt a warm chest press against your back, strong hands on your hips, pulling you back against him. You close your eyes, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder as you grind back against him, one hand resting on his as your other one reached back to brush through his soft locks.

"Well, aren't you a little tease? This dress makes you look like you're just begging to get into trouble." His hot breath fans over your neck before his lips press a chaste kiss to the skin. "Baby, I'm not gonna get in trouble. I am trouble." You giggle, squeezing his hand. "Is that so? Well, I'm Hoseok. What do you say we go back to my place?" He chuckles. You turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, still awayibg to the music. "Maybe in a little bit. I still wanna dance. I'm Y/N, by the way." You smile as he grabs your hips again, pulling you so your chest is pressed against his. "You really wanna dance still? After your grinding caused a major problem?" He asks, looking down. You follow his gaze, seeing the tent in his tight jeans.

The sight of him, already hard just by you grinding on him, was turning you on. You bite your lip, rethinking your decision. One of his hands slides down, gripping your ass through your skin tight dress as the other goes up, holding the side of your neck, his thumb tracing your jaw. "Come on. Let's go. If you're good for me I might reward you." He smirks devilishly. There's one thing you're sure that you want at the moment, and that's him. You nod, smirking as you grab his hand, pulling him outside to the limo you arrived in. You opened the door, climbing in and yelling up to the driver. "Miss, where is the rest of the party?" Your driver asks. "Screw them, they can find their own way home. Tell him where you live." You pat Hoseok's arm. He calls out his address to the driver, who nods before rolling up the partition.

As soon as the partition closes all the way you're all over him, straddling his waist as your lips move against his, your fingers tangling in his hair. His hands slide under the hem of your dress, bunching the fabric at your hips so he can grab your ass better. Your hips move instinctively the tighter his grip gets, grinding hard against him. You can't believe how horny you are right now, it's driving you crazy. You're not one to take things slow. Normally, the guy let's you do whatever you want, but this one seems different.

"I wanna ride you. Right now." You smirk, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, but he grabs your wrists, reaching around and putting them behind your back. "No. Not right now. We're not even at my place yet." He says, causing you to pout. "But, I want you now." You whine, grinding against him again. He groans deeply, licking his lips as he looks up at you. "You're used to getting what you want, aren't you?" He asks. You nod, grinding on him more, hoping it makes him give in. "Well then, looks like you're in for quite a surprise." He smirks.

The car comes to a stop, and Hoseok fixes your dress, adding a little slap on your behind while smiling. "We're here." He says. You move off of him, getting out of the limo after him, not bothering to thank your driver or give him further instruction. You follow Hoseok to his front door. To your surprise, the house is fairly big, a two story modern style house with a balcony on the second floor, facing the street. He quickly unlocks the door, you following him inside. As soon as he closes the door and flicks the lights on, he has you up against the wall, both of your wrists above your head as he presses hot kisses against your neck, teeth grazing your skin as you moan. His leg slips between yours, moving against you. "Hoseok, I just want you to fuck me. Just fuck me already." You moan, feeling his lips curl against your skin.

Without another word he pulls you upstairs to his bedroom. You lay down on his bed, rolling around sexily, arching your back and sticking your ass in the air. He watches you, licking his lips as you smirk. "Come on. I know you want to. Just fuck me already. I need it so bad." You whine. He smirks, walking up to the bed. He curls his finger, motioning for you to come to him. You sit on the edge, one of your legs on either side of his hips as you reach down, tugging your dress off and tossing it on the floor, leaving you in your panties. You had chosen to not wear a bra with that dress, and Hoseok seemed to enjoy your choice, his hands gliding over your thighs as he stares at your bare chest.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" He purrs, cupping your cheek. You nod, biting your lip. "I really want it. I want you to fuck me nice and hard right now." You reply, smiling. He gives a small smile before pushing you back harshly, pinning you to the bed as he hovers above you. "You know, you say 'I want' a lot. I have rules, baby girl. One, you take what I give you. Two, you use manners when you speak to me. No more 'I want' this and that. You say 'please, sir'. Three, you do everything I say, and no complaining. You get a safe word just in case, and you can pick whatever it is, just in case things get too out of hand. Other than that, you follow my instructions. Understand?" He asks, your eyes widening. "But, all I wanted was a quick fuck so I could go home. Now you're giving me rules? What kind of crap is this?" You giggle, only to be met with a dark stare.

"You're a brat, and brats need to be taught a lesson. You left your friends at the club, you ignored your driver when you got out of the car, you're rude and disrespectful. There's no reason in the world to be that much of a bitch, I don't care how rich you are. By the end of tonight, you'll know how to act." You don't understand why, but his words send a whole new feeling through you, making you incredibly wet. You've never been dominated before. This was completely new, and you were enjoying it. However, as much as it turned you on, there was no doubt that you'd push him, seeing how far he'd take things. "I understand, sir." You smirk up at him. "Good. Now," he starts, getting off of you and standing up "I want you to stand right here and wait for me while I go get something. Stand here and don't move." He says, pointing at the ground in front of him.

You do as he says, and he turns to leave, but he stops as he hears the bed squeak. He turns around to see you sat on the edge of the bed with a shit eating grin on your face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hisses. "Please, sir, I'd rather sit while I wait for you. I'll get tired if I stand and wait." You smile. "Really now? You're going to disobey me already?" He shakes his head. He struts over to you, and you're excited to see what happens next. He grabs your hip, flipping you over so you're bent over the bed, and you cry out as a harsh slap lands on your ass cheek. "This, is what bad girls get. You're gonna count to ten, nice and loud for me. Got it?" He asks. "Y-Yes sir!" You whimper, being met with another slap. "Are you sure this time? Each time you disobey me you get a punishment worse than the last, so be careful, baby girl. How many spanks is that?" He asks. "Two!" You reply. "Good girl. Eight more to go." He says.

He delivers on his promise, raining down another eight smacks to your backside, you calling out the number after each one. At the end his hand runs over the reddened skin, soothing it slightly. "Good job. Now, since you were good for me, you get a reward." He says, his hand running down the back of your thigh. You moan as he cups your heat, pushing your hips back into his hand. "So wet for me, do you like getting dominated, baby? Have you ever been treated like this?" He asks, running a finger over your clothed slit. "I-I haven't, sir." You moan. "Hm, well, I'd say you seem to like it. You're absolutely soaked." You can hear his smirk, but you can't think to much of it as he pushes your panties to the side, sliding a finger into you.

You moan, happy to finally have some relief. "That feel good baby?" He asks, pumping the digit in and out of you. "Yes sir. It feels so good." You nod. "What do you say, baby?" He asks, his body leaning over yours. "M-More please. Another finger." You moan. You get another spank in response that has you whining. "Wrong. You say 'thank you'. Say thank you, and I might give you what you want." He groans, his clothed cock rubbing against the side of your ass. "Thank you, sir." You reply, an approving hum sounding from him. "Good." He says, slipping another finger inside of you. He pumps his fingers so fast you can hear it, your wetness making it louder. He slides a finger over your clit as he finger fucks you, making your legs shake. "You gonna cum, doll? You gonna cum all over my fingers?" He cooes, placing kisses on your spine, adding a whole new sensation to the mix. "Yes, Hoseok please, please make me cum. I need to cum so bad." You beg, his lips smirking against your back. "Only because you begged." He says.

He keeps his fast pace until you moan loudly, coming undone around his fingers. He slows down his pumps, pulling his fingers out of you before holding them in front of your face. "Suck." He orders. You open your mouth, allowing him to pop his fingers in your mouth, tasting your juices. It was weird, but sexy at the same time. You sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around the digits before he pulls them out with a pop. "I hope you're as good as sucking dick as you are sucking fingers. Why don't we find out? Follow me." He says, standing up straight. He holds his hand out to you, and you stand up and take it, him leading you to stand in front of the large windows.

"Look out there, Y/N. What do you see?" He asks, rubbing your back. "Uh, just your neighbors. Trees. Stars." You reply, confused. "Here's another punishment. You were good, but I don't think you're all the way there yet. I'm gonna make you mine, and I need you to fully commit to that. On your knees, doll. Now." He says. You nod, getting down on your knees. He moves to undo his belt, unzipping his pants and letting them pool around his ankles, along with his underwear. You sigh in need as he holds his cock in his hand in front of you. "Open wide for me, baby." He groans. You open your mouth, your jaw as relaxed as possible as he leans forward. You move your head forward, the hot head of his cock resting on your tongue, a small drip of precum dropping onto your taste buds. "That's it. Just relax and breathe through your nose."

You relax as he pushes his cock into your awaiting mouth, his hands grabbing your hair and pulling it into a ponytail, making sure none of it gets in your face. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good, I bet your tight little cunt feels so much fucking better though." He groans. He starts to move his hips gently, your lips wrapping around his shaft as your tongue swirls around the underside of it, along the thick vein. "Fuck." He moans, his hips moving a bit faster. It gets faster, so he fucking into your mouth, grunting as tears spring in your eyes, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. "You look so fucking pretty like this, taking my cock so well. I bet my neighbors think you look good too." He smirks, and that's when your eyes widen. How did you forget the windows. He's mouth fucking you in front of the windows, where everyone can see.

You moan, sending a vibration over him. "Huh, you like that? The thought of my neighbors seeing what a dirty slut you are for me, choking on my cock?" He moans, his hips sputtering a bit. You hum in response, earning a hiss from him. "Shit, I'm gonna cum, baby. Fuck." He groans, a deep grunt sounding through grit teeth as he spills into your mouth, the salty taste taking over your taste buds. You swallow without needing his command, him pulling out of your mouth with a sigh. "So good, baby. Take your panties off and lay on the bed for me. You get a reward for being so good for me." He smiles. You smile and nod, getting up and taking your panties off before sprinting to the bed, laying down on the bed with your legs spread.

You watch as he steps out of his pants, taking his jacket and shirt off as well, and you take in his bare beauty. He's gorgeous, his body toned and perfect, you couldn't wait for it to be pressed on top of you. He climbs onto the bed, resting near the lower half of your body, his arms wrapping around your legs, pulling you closer to his face. He looks you in the eye as he blows on your soaked core, sending a shiver through you. He flattens his tongue, licking a long strip until his tongue flicks against your clit. "You taste so good, baby girl. I'll have to have a proper taste next time. Turn around with your ass in the air." He says, patting your thigh. You nod, switching into the position as he reaches to grab something from the nightstand.

You hear the tear of the wrapper and wiggle your ass, impatiently waiting for him. "Be patient." He says, but you whine. "Hoseok, please hurry. I need you so bad. Please." You beg. One of his hands lays flat on your back, pressing you down into the bed while his other hand guides his cock to your entrance. "What did I say about listening to me? Did you still not learn your lesson?" He asks, slamming into you, making you lurch forward and cry out. "Fuck! I'm sorry!" You moan loudly, gripping the sheets next to your head as he thrusts hard and fast, just like you asked for earlier. His hand tangles in your hair, tugging harshly on it. "Fuck, I was right, your pussy feels so fucking good. So tight around my cock." He groans.

You moan into the pillows, his hands gripping your hips to pull you back against him, matching his thrusts. The position had him hitting you in all the right places, sending you close to your edge sooner than you'd like. "Hoseok, I-I'm gonna cum." You moan. "Already? Alright, come on, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me." He grunts. You do, your walls twitching around him as you cum again. "Shit. Good job. I need you to turn around." He groans, rubbing your side. He pulls out of you, allowing you to turn underneath him, facing him. He smiles down at you, grabbing you leg and putting it over his shoulder.

He pushes his cock into you again, causing you to gasp. He leans down, swallowing your noises as he kisses you hungrily, your leg going higher up as his body gets closer to yours. He pounds into you again, using the same fast pace as before, the new angle working even better than the last. You whimper, oversensitive from your last orgasm, your whole body shaking. "Just a little more, baby. I'm close. I just need one more orgasm from you, and you're gonna do it right? You're my good little slut, aren't you?" He asks. "Yes sir. I'm your g-good little slut. Please make me cum again." You moan, and he smiles. "Good girl. I think someone learned her lesson." He grunts. His hand moves between your bodies, his thumb pressing against your sensitive clit, causing you to scream.

"That's it. Scream for me, Y/N. Let me know how good you feel. From now on, I'm the only one you come to to get fucked, understand?" He asks. "Yes sir!" You cry, your fingernails scraping against his back as you feel your high close in on you again. "Oh fuck fuck fuck!" He moans, burying himself deep inside you as you squeeze around him, milking him for all he's worth. He lets go of your leg, his body resting on top of yours as he catches his breath. You reach up, brushing his hair off of his sweaty forehead, giggling breathily.

He pulls out of you, getting up to dispose of the condom and pulling his underwear back on before returning, laying down next to you, propped up against the pillows. You move, wrapping your arm around his waist. He pats your head, smiling down at you. "So, how was that? Think you like being dominated?" He smirks. "I think I might. Don't think I'll stop being a brat though." You smile. "Well, whenever I catch you being a brat, you're getting punished. You understand that, right?" He asks, and you nod. "Yes sir." You smirk up at him.

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Hey everyone! Please go check out the new oneshot posted on my collab blog with my best friend and soulmate, @itssunniesworld! I hope you love it!

Word count: 4,159

Summary: Jealousy is a bitch. When jealousy pulls you into someone else’s embrace, your lover isn’t too pleased. It seems you are in deep, and you need to make a choice.

Warnings: Dom Taehyung, Dom Hoseok, Sub Reader, unprotected sex, riding, wall sex, oppa kink, lots of dirty talk

Tonight was a Big Hit company party, a gathering that happens each time they boys finish a successful tour. You, being a producer of the company, were also invited. You were excited, finally having an excuse to wear the sexy cocktail dress you bought recently. It was black, with long sleeves, a swoop neck, low cut back that stopped right above your ass and just above mid thigh in length. You felt amazing in it, and matching it up with some black pumps you made your way to the venue. When you got there you you shuffled around a bit, examining your surroundings before you spot him. You and Taehyung have had a sort of secret thing going on. You weren’t exclusive, but you two were very close, and you spent late nights together quite often. You couldn’t help feeling jealous when you saw him talking to one of the choreographers, looking at her the way he does you, standing too close for you to be comfortable and biting his lip. Your jaw tightens, and you feel sick from the scene. You knew you weren’t a couple, but it still caused you pain to see him with another girl. You let out a deep sigh, keeping yourself composed until after the party. You head over to the bar, ordering a drink, when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see Hoseok standing there, a big smile on his face. “Well hello there.” He smirks, looking you up and down. “Hey.” You smile, giving him a hug that seemed to linger. “You look great tonight.” He says, taking a seat on the stool next to you. “Thank you! At least someone noticed.” You chuckle. You were friends with Hoseok, working with him a lot and occasionally hanging out with him and the other guys. “Someone? Y/N, I’m sure everyone has noticed how hot you look.” He smirks, pointing out just a few people that had their eyes locked on you. “Yeah, well, not who counts.” You pout before taking a sip of your drink. “Ah. Him. Yeah, I don’t know what his problem is.” He sighed. All the guys knew you had a thing with Tae, but no one else in the company did. “Its just stupid. I shouldn’t get worked up over it.” You roll your eyes. “Honestly, I agree. Hes pretty confused, its ridiculous. I think you need to get with someone that knows what they want.” Hoseok says, putting his hand on your thigh. Your heart skips a beat, and your eyes meet his, the color of his darker than usual. “H-Hobi.” You stutter before he shushes you. He leans into you, his breath tickling your ear. “Why don’t we go somewhere? You know, somewhere more private to talk.” He whispers. You nod. “Why don’t we go to my place?” You whisper, him smirking in response. You agree to leave a few minutes between each other, meeting at your place. When you get to your house you start to get nervous. Hoseok was actually about to come over. He was flirting with you and you completely gave in to him, even invited him to your place. You had to admit, you had been attracted to him too. All of the boys were good looking, having their own charm, but you had always connected with Taehyung and Hoseok the most, their weird and quirky personalities matching yours. You’ve definitely thought of Hoseok quite a few times, the way his body would move against yours, the way his dancer hips could grind against you. You bit your lips at the thought, the anticipation killing you. You practically jump when you hear knock on your door, rushing to answer it. When you see Hoseok standing there, leaning up against the door frame, you grab him by his shirt, pulling him into your apartment. As soon as hes in the house his lips are on yours, closing the door with your body. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his toned body  as your arms wrap around his neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, causing you to let out a soft moan. He groans in response, picking you up by your thighs. You wrap your legs around his slim waist, his arousal pressing into your core. He walks backwards, carrying you as he makes his way to your couch. He sits down slowly, you straddling his lap as his tongue fights with yours. Your fingers tangle in his soft locks as his hands slide down your back, his fingers teasing the hem of your dress. His rough hands knead the soft flesh of your ass, pulling your hips towards him, causing you to grind against him. You moan softly into his mouth, urging him to squeeze harder. He pulls away one hand, only to land a soft smack on your ass cheek. You whimper at the sensation, causing him to smile against your lips. He does it again, and you grind against him harder. As he groans, you both freeze, hearing your front door open. “Y/N?” You hear a voice crack. You look up to see Taehyung standing at your door, looking surprised and hurt. “Hyung?” He asks, finally seeing Hoseok under you. You and Hoseok stay silent, not knowing what to say. “What the hell is going on?” He asks, anger starting to take over. You’re at a loss for words, not knowing what exactly to do. What do you do when the guy you’ve been fooling around with sees you with another guy? “Ah, hey Tae. I was just gonna show Y/N what it’s like to be with someone that actually cares about her.” Hoseok smirks. Hoseok’s voice echoing through your living room shocked your body into motion, climbing off of him and sitting in the armchair, curling up into yourself. “The hell do you mean ‘someone that actually cares about her’?” Taehyung shouts. Hoseok stands from the couch, crossing his arms defensively. “I mean what I said. I like Y/N and you just use her to get your dick wet.” Hoseok spits. “What the fuck are you talking about? Of course I have feelings for her!” Taehyung replies. “Then why were you talking to Jinsoo like that?” You asked. “Like what?” Taehyung asked, genuinely confused. “You were standing really close and biting your lip and stuff. You were flirting. If you really liked me you wouldn’t flirt with other girls.” You say. “Dammit, Y/N, I wasn’t flirting. She asked how I was doing with the new choreography, you know, small talk, and I saw you walk in out of the corner of my eye and you looked so fucking hot, but I couldn’t exactly show I was looking at you, you said you didnt want them to know. So I bit my lip because just seeing you was causing a problem for me.” He sighs. “Really? That was it?” You asked. “Yes!” He exclaims. The shock of what’s happened sets in. You got jealous over something that didnt even happen, and made out with one of Taehyung’s best friends. “Oh my god.” You mumble. “Y/N, do you like him? In that way?” Taehyung asks. You look between the men, both looking at you expectantly. “K-kinda.” You stutter. “And how do you feel about me?” He asks. “I-I mean, I’ve had feelings for you for a while. I just thought with all the fans and stuff you wouldnt want anything serious.” You reply. “So, you came back here to what, were you two gonna fuck?” Taehyung asks. You and Hoseok look at each other, trying to find an answer from each other. “Well, don’t stop on my account. Go ahead. You know what, actually? I have an idea.” Taehyung says with a smirk. It scares you a little, not knowing exactly what’s going to happen. “Why don’t we make this a little competition? We both have feelings for Y/N, and Y/N has feelings for both of us. So, why don’t we compete? Why don’t we both make her feel good, then she can pick who made her feel the best. That way, you’ll both know that she belongs to me.” Taehyung says. “I’m down.” Hoseok says immediately. “Wait, what?” You ask, confused. They both move to stand in front of you. “What do you say, baby girl?” Hoseok asks.You bite your lip, thinking about it. You felt bad since this all started because you blew things out of proportion, but you had to admit, you really did want to fuck Hoseok. “Okay.” You say, looking up at them. “Perfect. Hyung, why don’t you go first? You should always save the best for last.” Taehyung smirks. “With pleasure, but not for that reason.” Hoseok says. He sits down on the couch, smirking at you. “Come here, baby girl. Why don’t we continue where we left off?” He says. You stand, going over to sit back down on his lap, his hands holding onto your waist. Taehyung takes a seat in the armchair, watching you both. You look back at him nervously, only for Hoseok to cup your jaw with his hand, turning your head back towards him. “Forget about him right now, baby girl. Focus on me right now.” He says. “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby girl. Do you want that? You want Oppa to make you feel good?” Your breath hitches at the nickname he gave himself, a cocky smirk forming on his lips. You bite your lip, nodding. He pulls your head down towards his, your lips connecting in a hungry kiss. You can feel his bulge pressing against your core, grinding down on it, searching for some friction as your tongues explore each other’s mouths. He groans into your mouth, bundling your dress at your hips, allowing him to easily grip your ass, pulling you to grind harder on him. You moan, your noises being swallowed by him. “Baby girl, why don’t you help Oppa take this dress off, yeah?” He asks. You nod, pulling away, grabbing the bundled fabric. You lift it up, pulling it over your head and tossing it on the floor, the cold air of your apartment making your nipples stand out. “No bra? Fuck, such a naughty girl.” Hoseok says, grabbing your hips and looking at your body. You gasp as he adjusts the two of you, laying you down on the couch with him on top of you. His lips start to work on your neck as his hand slides to your legs, his fingertips grazing over your panties. You grip his arm, moaning as he nips at your neck and his fingers press onto your clothed clit. “Damn, baby girl, you’re so wet for me.” He groans into your neck. He pulls back, kneeling on the floor as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You sit up a little to properly see what he does as he spreads your legs, licking his lips as he looks down at your drenched core. He brings his hand towards the area, two fingers spreading your lips apart, putting you on full display for him. “Shit, baby girl. You look so pretty. I bet you taste good too.” He groans, biting his lip. He dips his head down, gripping your thighs as he licks a long stripe along your slit. You gasp at the feeling, throwing your head back in pleasure. He hums into your core, closing his eyes as his lips wrap around your clit, his face looking as if hes tasting the greatest treat of his life. Your fingers tangle in his hair, soft moans falling from your lips as he laps at your clit, sucking on it lightly and dipping his tongue into your entrance from time to time. His tongue feels like heaven, his occasional hums and groans sending vibrations through you that make you shake with overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck, Oppa.” You whine as he sucks on your clit harshly. He smiles against you, looking up at you as he tongue fucks your hole, watching as he brings you closer and closer to absolute bliss. Your eyes are tightly shut, eyebrows knit and your mouth hung open as you rest your head against the arm of the couch. Your hips move involuntarily against his mouth, trying to somehow get closer. He sets your legs on his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs and holding them lightly as he starts getting rougher, sucking loudly on your clit and flicking his tongue vigorously. You start to shake as your orgasm comes dangerously close, but he holds onto you tightly, burying his tongue inside of you. “Ah, fuck!” You cry, your back arching and fingers tugging on his hair as your orgasm washes over you.He continues to work his tongue over you slowly, helping you ride out your high while lapping up all of your juices. He pulls away, licking his lips as he looks down at you with lust blown eyes. “Baby girl, I need you so bad. I’ve waited so long for this.” He says, getting up and stripping his clothes off. As you watch him slowly expose his toned body, you see Taehyung out of the corner of your eye, finally remembering that he’s there. His eyes are on you, his cheeks flushed and mouth hung open, only shallow breaths escaping. He looked just about as fucked out as you, yet no one has even touched him yet, not even himself. “Ah ah ah, baby girl. Focus on me.” Hoseok says, pulling your attention away from Taehyung. Once hes fully undressed, you’re finally able to fully appreciate Hoseok’s body. You can definitely tell what everyone means by “dancer’s body”. Slim waist, toned abdomen, muscular thighs, all absolutely stunning. Your eyes trace lower, widening as you see his fully erect cock, the pink tip glistening with precum. It’s not as big as Taehyung’s from the looks of it, but it’s not small by any means. “Baby girl, I need you to ride me, right now. You up for that?” He asks. You nod eagerly, climbing on top of him as soon as he sits down. You automatically take hold of his cock, causing him to hiss as you pump him. “Shit, baby girl, just sit on my cock already, don’t be a tease.” He groans. You smirk at him before lining him up to your entrance. “Wait, you don’t want to use a condom or anything?” Hoseok asks. You shake you head, smirking. “I’m on the pill. Condoms are too much work. Plus,” you pause, looking back at Taehyung “he has a thing about cumming inside.” You say. “Damn right.” Taehyung growls. “Well, I’m the one whose tongue you just came on and dick you’re about to sit on. It’s my time, baby girl. Dont think about him.” Hoseok says. You nod in agreement, focusing back on the task at hand. You look down, making sure everything is good before lowering yourself down onto him. You sigh in relief as he fills you up, both of your heads falling back in pleasure. “Fuck, I cant remember the last time I fucked raw. You feel so fucking good, baby girl.” He groans. You start to move your hips, his hands on your hips as you start to bounce, needing the friction. The sound of skin slapping echoes through your living room as you ride him, fast and hard, his nails digging into the soft skin at your hips, sure to leave small crescent shaped marks. After a bit, your legs start to get tired, your movements slowing down. “Are you getting a little tired?” He asks, disappointed. You nod. “Fuck it.” He groans. He grips your ass, lifting you up until only his tip is inside of you, before driving his hips up, pounding into you. You gasp loudly, your head falling onto his shoulder as you allow him to take over. He grunts as be slams into you from below, sweat dripping from his hairline. “Fuck, oh my god.” You mumble int his neck. “Does it feel good, baby girl? Tell Oppa how good it feels.” He groans. “I-It feels so-so fucking good.” You moan. He chuckles deeply, continuing to pound into you, the tip of his cock grazing against your sweet spot. “Fuck! Oppa, right there!” You cry out, holding onto him tightly. He grunts in understanding, moving so he can pound into that spot, pushing you closer to the edge. You had always imagined what his sinful hips were capable of, and know that you were, you were pretty sure you were addicted. The way they snapped up to bury his cock deep inside of you at a fast, rough pace was euphoric, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning his name as your walls clenched around him, causing him to groan loudly. “Shit, ah, fuck!” He groans, his hips stuttering, unable to hold back any longer as he releases into you, white painting your walls as his head falls back onto the couch. He starts to move a bit slower, both of you trying to catch your breath. He relaxes back down onto the couch, you sitting on top of him, resting your head on his shoulder. “God, that was amazing.” He sighs, chuckling a bit. “Now, Princess, I think it’s my turn.” Taehyung smirks. The sound of the familiar, sultry voice had you getting excited all over again, and you couldn’t help the shaky breath that escaped your lips. He stands, walking over to you and taking your hand, helping you off of Hoseok. Your knees are a bit wobbly, and you stumble a bit into him, one of his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. “Hey, why don’t you relax a little bit before you cum again? Why don’t you help me out a little, huh? Wanna show Hoseok hyung how much you love my cock and how good your mouth is?” Taehyung whispers into your hear, his deep, husky voice causing you to whimper. You nod, regaining your balance. “Where do you want to do it?” You ask. He smiles, cupping your cheek in his large hand. “Such a good girl, always so willing to do anything, anywhere. I bet I could’ve had you at the party too and you wouldn’t have complained at all, huh?” He smirks. “Why not right here? Right in front of Hyung. That way he can see up close how your mouth was made for my cock.” You nod, sinking to your knees instantly. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” He cooes, stroking your hair. You know exactly what to do, undoing his pants and pulling them down just enough to free his cock, his tip rosy and glistening. You swipe your tongue over his slit quickly, tasting the saltiness of his precum. “Don’t tease me, Princess. You know better.” He growls. You wrap your lips around him before your hum in response, the vibrations causing him to tense. You hold his length in your hand, licking along the bottom, the thick vein pulsing underneath your tongue. “Fuck, I needed this tonight. I haven’t had you in almost a week.” He groans, grabbing your hair and holding it in a ponytail. You sink down onto him, taking as much as you can into your mouth while your hand works over what you can’t reach, giving a harsh suck as you pull back, Taehyung letting out a sharp hiss. You hollow your cheeks, starting a steady, quick pace, just how he likes. His hips start moving instinctively, and you take deep breaths through your nose as he starts to fuck your mouth. As he thrusts, you suck, and it’s not long before he’s bent over, sweat dripping from his temple. One more thrust and the bitter liquid pours from his cock and into your mouth. He pulls out, catching his breath as he watches you swallow every drop. “Fuck, Princess. You suck me off so well. Stand up.” He orders, and you comply. The rough pads of his fingers trace over your delicate skin. His soft lips attack yours, quickly nipping at your bottom lip. His actions are always so primal, it makes your heart race. He steps out of his pants and boxers before he picks you up by the back of your thighs, carrying you over to the wall before slamming you against it hard, causing you to whimper into his mouth. He sets you down before unbuttoning his top, throwing his blazer and silk button up to the side. “Do you wanna go to the bedroom?” You ask softly, running your nails over his bare torso. “Fuck no. I’m gonna take you right here.” He growls, picking you up again. You wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. He wastes no time in positioning himself easily, having done this at least a hundred times. He glides in almost effortlessly, giving you the stretch you always crave, filling you up all the way to the brim. He was unbelievably thick and long, and he felt absolutely perfect inside of you. He really didn’t have to go hard on you even, but he was a bit of an over achiever. He slams into you instantly, causing you to cry out in absolute bliss, your head falling back against the wall. He takes the opportunity to attack your neck with his lips, leaving as many marks as possible as he thrusts into you harshly. Moans and profanities tumble from your lips as tingles run through your body, growing louder once he hits that sweet spot deep inside of you. “How does it feel, Princess? Why don’t you tell Hoseok how it feels.” He groans into your ear, his hot breath fanning over you as he grunts softly with each thrust. “It feels so good!” You cry out between moans. “And whose making you feel this good, Princess? What’s my name? Say my name, Princess.” He moans, nipping at your earlobe. “Y-you Daddy! You always make me feel so good!” You moan, your nails taking against his back. He groans at the feeling, tempting you you dig your nails into him harder, knowing that he enjoys seeing the marks when you’re done. “You’re damn right. I’m gonna fuck Hoseok hyung’s cum out of you so only mine stays inside of you.” He groans into your ear. Just the sound of his deep voice, his hot breath on your neck, has you clenching around him. He can tell how close you are, bringing his hand down to rub your clit as he slows his pace, making sure he doesn’t finish before you. “Fuck, oh my god!” You groan, your back arching, pressing your chest against his as your walls start spasming around him. Your vision goes white, a warm feeling washing over you as you let go. After a few thrusts Taehyung hunches over, groans loudly into your shoulder as he releases, coating your insides. You stay like that, holding onto him tightly as you catch your breath, not trusting your balance enough to stand properly. “Fuck, I missed that. I’ve been going crazy this past week.” He mumbles against your skin. You nod in agreement, only capable of that. He pulls out of you slowly, helping you down before picking up to carry you to the couch, sitting down with you in his lap next to Hoseok. “So, Princess, what do you say?” Taehyung asks. “Huh?” You mutter. Both of the men chuckle deeply. “Tae, I think we might’ve fucked the memory out of her. This was a competition to see who you want to be with more. Did you make a decision?” Hoseok smiles hopefully. “Oh, well, both of you were amazing, and I like both of you a lot. I can’t decide.” You mumble, your head still a bit fuzzy. “Well then, don’t.” Hoseok says. “What? What do you mean?” You ask. “Well, what if you don’t have to choose? What if we you know, share?” “Share? You want to share her?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow. “Well I don’t want to really, but we both want her to be happy, right? I think that’d be a decent solution. Look, I know you guys have had a thing for a while, so I won’t overstep, but I know she has feelings for me too.” Hoseok says. You nod, agreeing that you do have feelings for him. “Princess, is this what you want?” Taehyung asks softly. You nod, and he smiles. “Well then, it’s a deal. Just be prepared, Y/N, we both went easy today. Having us both at the top of our game at the same time might not be easy for you.” Taheyung warns. “I think I can handle it.” You giggle. “Let’s hope so.” They both smirk.