#jhope request

[love4hobi]

If you’re exhausted, rest for a moment It’s not about how much you’ve been hurt It’s how much you heal that decides how much you grow, my baby

— Wishing on a Star @ 2021 Muster Sowoozoo

[euphoricfilter]

I’m asking for the most gut twist smut with hickeys and scratching on the back like ughh with hobi like make it so sm smut

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞:

pairing: incubus! hoseok x human! reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au

summary: you hadn’t exactly planned to summon Hoseok, though you will admit— he knew how to fuck you within an inch of your life.

word count: 6.8k

tags/ warnings: fluff, very briefly mentioned anxiety, 2 smut scenes that include: dom! hobi, sub! reader, huge demon cock! hoseok, it has ridges along the length of it, oral (m & f receiving), throat bulge, public sex, exhibitionalism, they almost get caught.., vaginal fingering, a singular slap to her pussy, vaginal worshiping?, squirting, nipple play, belly bulge, cumflation?, he cums a lot all the time, lots of hickies, scratching, biting, brief mentions of blood, tail fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fucking in front of a mirror, praise kink, unprotected sex (he’s a demon, don’t be stupid), multiple creampies, this is all very very very unrealistic i’m aware but also it’s fiction

notes: i’m sorry this had way more plot than i’d intended it to have :’) it is mainly smut though!

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The students in your lecture seemed too preoccupied with Hoseok’s face rather than his sudden appearance, and it’s a wonder how your professor hadn’t seemed to notice his looming aura yet either. Hoseok wasn’t exactly the most discrete entity, even when he hid his ever so cliché horns and tail, his whole being just screamed for attention. That, and the poor guy didn’t know how to be quiet for the life of him; a trait you’ve slowly gotten used to over time.

Summoning an incubus hadn’t been on your to-do list that one dreaded weekend, but somehow it happened, and now you couldn’t get rid of him; soul bonds or something. Demon talk you didn’t even want to try to understand, the less you interacted with him, the better. Or that’s what you’d thought at the time, not realising the implications of what this new relationship meant. And maybe if you told you from a few years ago what your life looked like now, you’d be buried six feet under from a heart attack.

Hoseok did try to explain everything but even he seemed confused so you just told him to shut it so you could process your newfound problem. Your dorm room wasn’t exactly built for two people, and although your new demonic roommate had assured you the couch was fine; you still felt a little bad. Even if you didn’t like him all that much—not that you’d made that clear, you were ever so shy, and to put it nicely, very socially awkward that when he announced he was staying all you could really do was nod.

Truthfully, Hoseok hadn’t even done anything for you to hate him. You simply planned to live a quite university life, get your degree and then lose contact with everyone you’ve met and live a simple work life, be a slave to society until you can retire and maybe live in a house by the coast with a dog or two until you fall down the stairs and they pronounce your unfortunate death to zero kids, because you didn’t want any.

Not whatever the hell this was.

You blamed the grimy old woman at the thrift shop who had insisted you buy the shitty old piece of pottery.

She’d seemed so nice at the time but now that you look back at your interaction, you could see the mirth swimming in her eyes, and if you had the confidence then you would have gone back to that crappy old store and throttled her, telling her she can take her piece of shit incubus back; because you didn’t want him.

How were you supposed to know not to light your black candles next to the vase? It wasn’t like she’d given you an instruction manual on how to take care of the pottery and you’d thought it would have been pretty straight forward—apparently not. You’d planned for it to be out back in the dumpster by nightfall but by some miracle it had glued itself to your shelving and not it was a permanent fixture of your room.

It had taken months for you to finally realise that maybe having Hoseok around wasn’t actually the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. It was like having a boyfriend without all the awkward get-to-know each other stuff and the actual relationship part, that you absolutely despised. Plus he didn’t nag you about misogynistic bullshit all hours of the day and respected your very uptight boundaries.

Hobi had no qualms about ordering when the two of you went out, skipping up to the counter with a bright smile that more often times than not he’d come back with a free drink for you.

He trailed behind you to classes and all the sleazy old men that liked to catcall you on the way home after an evening lecture had been very quiet since Hoseok had been around. Plus, you could listen to music without the worry of having to listen out for someone sneaking up on you as well. He held your hand when you crossed the road and made sure you were on the safer side of the pavement so no unexpected bikes would ram into you.

He didn’t mind walking around the supermarkets with you, didn’t mind as you stood in the cereal aisle for half an hour because a lot of them made you feel nauseas. And your preference would change each week.

“You liked this one last time, baby” he’d pull a box from the top shelf, simply smiling when you shake your head.

“Wheat makes me wanna throw up” you tell him.

“How about something a little tastier then?” he wiggles his eyebrows, and you half expect him to make a sex joke, though he simply pulls a box of coco puffs from behind his back.

He didn’t mind helping you clean the bathroom or fold up your clean laundry into colour coordinated piles because he knew you hated mixing.

He liked to brush your hair after a shower or massage your shoulders after you’d been hunched over your desk all day, he learnt to cook human food and liked feeding you when you got sleepy while the two of you watched a cheesy rom com on your shitty old laptop; you curled around his thighs as his thumb caressed the bare skin of your neck.

“Eat up, darling. You’ll need to energy tonight” and you open your mouth, unfortunate rejection on your tongue, “to study of course, why are your cheeks suddenly really red?”

Now, there are two sides to the demon.

Pretty, sunshine hobi that loved taking care of you, loved chatting, who had a heart-shaped smile and the kindest heart. Who on more than one occasion would temp you to press a kiss to his cheek in thanks, perfect perfect hobi that made you feel like a high school girl whose experiencing their first ever crush.

And then there was Jung Hoseok. The sex driven incubus who had no qualms about fucking you within an inch of your life, like you were nothing but a hole for him to fill and fuck as he pleased until he was satisfied and your legs were shaking, his name the only coherent thought in your mind until you coated his cock with your arousal. Only, he’d never stop at one orgasm.

Hoseok had been your first. And you think losing your virginity to a sex demon had completely ruined sex for you all together. How were you meant to enjoy being with a regular, average, man when you’d had Hoseok’s demon cock shoved so far inside your pussy it felt like he was in your throat?

Had you dabbled in the occasional demon hentai? Maybe. Not that Hoseok ever needed to know that. Was it as great as you imagined it to be? Yes. He also didn’t need to know that.

It was honestly a win-win situation for the both of you. Hobi got to feed off your arousal and you got to live out your darkest fantasy.

You always wondered how it was so easy for him to filter out his incubi tendencies when he always seemed to have sex on his mind. The moment the two of you were alone it wouldn’t be surprising for him to pull you into his lap, your cunt having been stretched to the shape of his cock, that now you always seemed ready for him to just slip inside of you. His hands up your skirt when you go out to eat or dragging you into a bathroom because his dick always seemed to be hard.

“Good girl” Hoseok croons, watching as you blink up at him through your lashes—cheeks wet with tears as he tugs you further down his cock by your hair. Each slippery inch being fed into your mouth.

You choke around his length, eyes squeezing shut when he runs a gentle thumb over your eyelids. Pulling you further down his cock until he pushes down your throat.

You swallow, needy moan vibrating down his length that he throws his head back. Hips stuttering forward and you feel another inch slip into your mouth; lips stretched wide you can feel them start to ache.

“Always so good for me, baby. Like having me shoved this far down your throat?” he chuckles and you move to pull off his length, only he thrusts his hips forward. “You haven’t even gotten all of me inside you yet, I know you can do better than this”

“I trained you better than this”

Your fingers grab onto his thighs, nails digging into the meaty skin as he gently pulls back, only to shove his length back down your mouth. You feel your legs shake, scratching at his thighs as he allows your throat to relax, helping ease the rest of his cock into your mouth.

Your hand flies to your throat as he sets up a pace he likes, and you can feel the bulge of his cock as he punches back into your windpipe with each brutal thrust.

You can feel your knees start to ache, grimy bathroom tiles digging into the skin as you’re pulled further down his length, just past half way.

“So close, just a little more” he groans, fingers tangling in the back of your hair. Brutal as he harshly tugs you back down with ever thrust out.

You can feel each of the tiny ridges along his length against your tongue. And he lets out a particularly jittery thrust when you tongue at each individual ridge; hoping to bring him closer to bliss.

Your hands find his balls, nails accident scraping the silky skin as he jostles you forward, and that’s all it takes for Hoseok to shove all of his length down your throat, and you wince as you feel a flood of his cum shoot down your throat.

Periodically you swallow, always wary of his cum flooding your mouth. The first time you’d sucked him off hadn’t ended all to great with you chocking on his inhumane amount of cum. Of course he’d apologized, though he made it his mission to train you until you’d be able to take his cock down your throat without drowning in his seed.

Your tongue runs along the length of his cock, cleaning it, and you feel it twitch in interest.

You stare up at Hoseok, eyes deadpan and he gives you a sheepish smile. “Cant help it, my love. You on your knees always gets me going”

Gently he pulls his length out of your mouth and you lurch forward, arms braced on his thighs as you take a deep breath; swallowing the rest of his cum that had leaked into your mouth.

“Everything gets you going, Hobi” you cough, hand caressing your throat as you peek up at him, voice hoarse.

He simply shrugs, “What are we gonna tell your friends?”

You deflate at that. “They obviously knew what we were doing in here”

“Want me to eat you out until they get bored and leave?” he suggests.

You blink up at him, “You’re insatiable” you laugh, hand running over your chin to clean any drool, though you expect there to be more cum than anything.

“And you’re wet, we both win” he tugs you up from under your arms, “Swap”

You fall onto the seat of the toilet, watching as Hoseok pulls his shorts back up around his waist before he’s kneeling before you.

“Use me” he pouts, and your thighs twitch. Though you don’t miss the evident mirth swimming in his eyes.

“Hobi” you whisper, and he watches as you squirm.

“Hmmm?” he asks, spreading your legs and he groans at the sight of your panties, wet spot ever so tempting as he runs his thumb over your covered pussy.

“Hold your skirt up for me, baby” and he smiles when you do as you’re told, “good girl”

He leans forward, kissing your clit over the cotton. And you let out an embarrassed squeak when he runs his tongue over your covered slit.

“Hobi” your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging gently to bring him closer to where you needed him the most.

“What’s the matter?” he murmurs, kissing the inside of your thigh, teeth nipping the skin.

He lathes his tongue over the hickies he’d left that morning, your skin still tender that you moan when you feel him kiss over the skin.

“Need you” you whine, hips bucking forward. Only he holds you down, immersed in painting your inner thighs red and purple with his lust and love.

Your hands fly to cover your mouth when the bathroom door swings open, Hoseok choosing that exact time to sink his teeth into the plush skin of your thigh. Your legs fall shut around his head, and demon only pushes them back apart, tongue running over the blossoming bite.

He smiles up at you, deft fingers pushing your panties to the side. You go to push his head away, eyes squeezing shut when he pulls the hood back, thumb circling your clit.

You jolt up on the toilet seat, ceramic clank echoing throughout the bathroom. Whoever else was in there with you goes silent, and you hold your breath, pushing Hoseok away from you.

The two of you sit there, and you release a sigh of relief when you hear the other person flush.

Your cheeks flush red when you look down at Hoseok who seems utterly mesmerized by your cunt. Watching as it clenches around nothing, a dribble of arousal dripping down onto the seat of the toilet. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and you flinch when the tap starts to run.

Hoseok leans forward, tongue peeking from behind his lips to lick a long stripe up your slit to your clit, his hands remain on your thighs keeping them spread wide enough for him to slot perfectly where he wanted to be.

His lips wrap around your clit, and your muscles loosen when you hear the door to the bathroom click shut.

“You asshole” you whisper, voice shaky as he teases a finger around your hole. You muffle a moan when he pushes it inside you, lips still wrapped around your clit; a particularly hard suck causing you to slip down the toilet seat.

You feel the stretch when he adds a second finger, scissoring you open as his tongue continues to flick over your clit.

He pulls away and you whine at the loss of pleasure, “Be a good girl and hold your legs open for me”

Your feel the blush rise to your cheeks, red hue traveling down your neck as you hook your hands behind you knees; spreading yourself as wide as you can in the narrow bathroom cubicle.

Hoseok easily lifts your hips, pulling you until your bottom half was practically dangling off the toilet as he pulls your underwear off— stuffing the fabric somewhere in his pocket for later.

“This is uncomfortable” you groan, mouth falling open when you feel his fingers lay a mean slap over your went cunt; and if the lick of pleasure hadn’t wracked through your body then you might have been a little more embarrassed about the lewd, wet sound it had made.

“Only wanna hear you moaning my name” he grumbles, lips attaching to your folds as he spreads them with his fingers.

Your head tips back when you feel his tongue prod your entrance, stiff muscle pushing past your rim and Hoseok groans when another gush of your arousal coats his mouth.

One thing Hoseok absolutely loved about you, was how wet you’d get when horny. You always seemed to leak so much that he could live off your slick alone if he so desired— his favorite meal. Because even your arousal tasted like the sweetest nectar and he would never get enough.

He kisses over your hole, face moving up until he’s kissing over your clit, “Hell, you have the prettiest cunt” he groans, kissing over your mound before his lips are sucking at your clit again.

You feel two of his fingers plunge back into you, curling upwards in the way that you start to see stars behind your eyelids.

Your hips rut forwards to meet each of his thrusts, deft fingers expertly locating that little spot inside of you, and you can start to feel the pressure build in the pit of your stomach.

“Hobi—“ you moan when he sucks especially hard on your clit, tongue flicking it, “Fuck, Hoseok— I can’t— fuck, I can’t squirt in the fucking bathroom” you whine, though it seems to fall on deaf ears as he picks up the pace of his fingers.

“Doing so well for me, gonna cum?” he briefly pulls away, your clit pulsating as his warm breath fans over the sensitive little bud. He wastes no time, tongue back to flicking your clit with a newfound vigor as you moan his name.

And suddenly the world outside the cubicle is the furthest thing from your mind as Hoseok adds a third finger into your cunt. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream, thighs shaking that your hands slip from where you’d been holding them. That doesn’t stop Hoseok, grunting as your thighs fall over his shoulders and the demon is in absolute bliss as they clamp around his head.

Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair, and he groans as you start to grind over his face.

You can feel it, bubbling pleasure starting to build, so close to your orgasm. And Hoseok doesn’t stop, he pulls his mouth off your clit. Spare hand coming up between your legs, two fingers rubbing over your sensitive pearl.

“Hoseok” you mewl, hips bucking upwards.

“Cum for me, darling. Be a good girl and cum” he groans, his voice gravelly. And that’s what pushes you over the edge, you feel the built up pressure start to release.

Hoseok pulls his fingers out of your hole, though he doesn’t stop his assault on your clit. He smiles, mouth wide open as he lets your explosion of juices coat his tongue.

“Again. Squirt for me again”

You open your mouth to tell him you can’t, only you let out a choked moan when his fingers push back into your hole— he can feel your walls pulsating around them, clenching so hard he wonders what you would feel like around his cock in that moment.

Your thighs continue to shake, fingers still drawing tight circles on your clit. The moan you let out is pornographic, squeaky little cries tumbling off your tongue when you reach a second orgasm. Hoseok watches as your cunt pushes out a short stream of your cum, wetting the backside of your skirt as you continue to grind again this palm, riding out your high.

You snivel, chest stuttering for a breath as he gently rubs his thumb against your clit.

“S’ too much” you hiccup, though your hips make no move in stopping.

“Yeah?” the faux frown he gives you causing another dribble of watery arousal out of your hole.

“We’re both wet now”

“You can wear my jacket around your waist if you want” his thrumming at you clit stops and you mourn at the loss of contact.

“What about your shirt?” you go to push yourself to sit up, though that fails when your limbs all feel like jelly.

“It’ll dry” he shrugs.

“But we have to walk through the cafe, and i’m pretty sure I look like shit” your head tips back.

“You’re always pretty” he sniggers when your thighs twitch as he places another gentle kiss to your swollen clit.

“You kind have to say that” you frown.

“And why’s that?”

“So you can win me over and fuck me”

Hoseok laughs, shoulders shaking at that. “Don’t need to tell you you’re pretty for that, darling. You seemed hooked after I’d fucked your brains out the first time”

“Was not”

“Was too. You demon sex freak”

“Am not!” you scoff scandalized, “anyways… do you think those guys left? We’ve been in here a while”

“Probably. I’m pretty sure that was one of them earlier that came in here” he shrugs and your eyes widen.

“Hobi what the fuck” your thighs clamp shut, suddenly aware that your bare pussy was just out in the open for him to see. You shove the fabric of your skirt between your thighs, instant regret washing over your when your feel your sticky arousal cling to the fabric.

“I can’t believe it. I said no more sex in public bathrooms” you cry.

“Well, look what happened. Can’t help that you’re a cockslut”

Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as you push Hoseok away with your foot to his chest. He takes a hold of your ankle, pressing a gentle kiss to your calf as he looks up at you from the floor.

“My cockslut” he corrects.

“That doesn’t make anything better” you rub your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? I’ll treat you to ice cream” he grins.

“You don’t have any money” you deadpan and he shrugs.

“No, but the girl that works in that shop a block away gave me a voucher last time”

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Living with anxiety was absolute dogshit. Every grueling day always seemed a million times worse but it’s like no one ever took you seriously. Because it was all for attention right? You didn’t enjoy having panic attacks and you sure as hell didn’t enjoy them when other people were around.

Though you suppose Hoseok had become the exception; he’d gotten pretty good at helping you when days seemed a little tougher than usual. And he’d weaves his way into your anxious little mind, one of the only people that you’ve felt even remotely comfortable to be around without your social battery plummeting 15 minutes into an outing.

You think you must have had one of the worst days of your life.

On a regular day you could get away with lurking in the back of the lecture hall; maybe a quick hello to a few people that you’ve gone to lunch with once or twice and then slip out the door the moment class is over.

Today you hadn’t been that lucky.

It had started with some random guy that you’ve never seen the face of confessing his undying love for you. And you would have thought it was sweet, if you knew who he was.

You hadn’t even heard his name floating around campus, nor had you ever seen his face; and maybe that’s because you always walked with your head to the floor but surely he couldn’t be in love with you when neither of you had ever uttered a word to one another?

You’d frozen. Unable to form a thought let alone a rejection for the guy. And as his growing annoyance showed, so did your anxiety.

And you’d rather forget that you’d cried, pearly tears slipping down your cheeks when he’d laughed at you; calling you a worthless piece of shit and that he couldn’t believe he liked something like you.

And that’s how you ended up late for class. Having spent a hour in the bathroom trying to regulate your breathing enough that your classmates didn’t think you were going into cardiac arrest.

The second incident was your breaking point. A girl from your lecture had started shouting at you after class, and you had no idea why. And you’d just sat there and taken it. Sure she’d been rude first but you would have felt way worse if you’d gotten up and just left when she clearly had something to say.

“You’re back late” Hoseok calls from your bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

He looks up when you don’t reply, eyebrows creasing in worry when he sees the state you’re in.

“Oh darling, what happened?” he pushes himself off the bed, long legs easily bringing him towards you.

You just flop into his chest, arms wrapping around his torso as feel another wave of tears cascade down your cheeks.

“Bad day” you snivel and he hums, rocking the two of you back and forth, “Wanna forget, Hobi”

“Yeah?” he croons, hand resting on the back of your neck, “How’d you wanna forget?”

You gently take hold of his wrist, bringing his hand down until they tease the waistband of your sweats. “Wanna be fucked dumb” you whisper and he smiles down at you.

“Fucked until you can’t think?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, blissed out sigh releasing from your chest when he throws you over his shoulder. You smile as you see his tail, horns probably hidden under the hood of his jumper that you hadn’t noticed when you’d walked in. Even with his demonic features, Hoseok was a thing of beauty.

You bounce when he throws you on the bed— frame creaky. But by a stroke of luck, none of your dorm-mates were home right now.

“My pretty baby” he crawls over your body, straddling your waist and you can already see the outline of his cock through his thin pyjama pants.

You reach out, palming his bulge as he leans down to press a wet kiss to your neck. He pulls your shirt over your head, teeth nipping at your bare skin and you moan at the slight sting.

You don’t worry about the plethora of love bites he plans to scatter across your skin, rather, you bask in the pleasure the twinge of pain gives you. Back arching when you feel his sharp canines dig into the skin of your shoulder— and Hoseok groans at the tang of metal on his tongue.

“Sorry, baby” he presses a kiss over the bite, your skin flaring red as his tongue licks over his teeth marks.

“S’ okay” you breathe, hips rolling upwards— clit nudging against his hard cock.

Hoseok’s hand reaches under your arched back, fingers expertly unclasping your bra before he’s pulling it off your shoulders.

His hands trail over your body, thumbs brushing over your steadily hardening nipples and you hand flies to cover your mouth.

“Always so sensitive” he coos, meanly pinching the hardened buds before tugging. “Uh uh, wanna hear you” he tuts and your hand falls to your side.

“It’s embarrassing—” you whisper, breathe hitching when he twists your nipples, delicious pain sending arousal straight to your soaked cunt. You feel your sticky arousal drip into your panties, fabric clinging to your folds uncomfortably.

“Nothing embarrassing about feeling good” Hoseok smiles down at you, fingers skimming over your waist until he’s tugging both your sweats and panties down in one. “Already so wet for me”

“Want your cock, Hobi” you whine as he rubs his thumb through your slit, gathering your arousal to circle your clit.

“Can I eat you out first, baby? Wanna make sure you’re prepped enough for me, hmm?”

You blink up at him before you spread your legs wider, a silent invitation for him to do whatever he needs before he fucks you.

Hoseok falls to his knees on the floor, arms hooking around your thighs. And your hands instinctively grab onto the sheets when he tugs you to the edge of the bed.

His index finger circles your entrance, humming when another wave of slick dribbles out your hole. He pushes his finger past your hole, your walls clenching rhythmically around the digit as he tests the waters.

He pulls out, pushing a second finger in— stretching you open. Your hips roll to meet his thrusts, Hoseok’s thumb gently circling your clit. You feel the stretch when he adds a third finger, your eyebrows furrowing at the slight ache.

“You good?” Hoseok peers up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. Your thigh twitching when he slowly eases his fingers back into you.

“Hurts a little” you grunt, thighs threatening to snap shut when he speeds up his thumb over your sensitive little bundle of nerves.

“Already?” he laughs, “I haven’t been fucking you enough lately”

You smile, fingers gripping onto the sheets tighter when Hoseok slightly curls his fingers. Your hips bucking upwards when he finds that little spot inside of you that has the pressure of an orgasm building in your stomach.

The ache of having three fingers inside you ebbs away the more he gently thrusts them inside of you, “Another one” you sigh when you feel a fourth finger tease your entrance.

“You sure?”

“Please Hobi, wanna feel full” you urge, hands grabbing onto your tits, fingers teasing your hard nipples when you feel the stretch of a fourth finger.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me” he presses a kiss over your clit. His fingers pick up their pace, lewd squelch from your cunt enough for you to squirm in embarrassment.

“Please Hobi” your thighs shake, clamping around his hand though that doesn’t seem to deter him from curling all four fingers inside of you, knuckle deep. “Wanna cum around your cock”

“Yeah?” he breathes and you nod.

A rush of slick drips onto the bedsheets as Hoseok pulls his fingers out of your sodden cunt, the demon unashamed as he licks your arousal off of them.

He watches as your pussy gapes, clenching around nothing, begging to be filled and fucked, coated in his cum until it stains your thighs.

“Ready for me?” he pushes himself back onto the bed, hands hooking under your arms, throwing you further up the bed so he can make home between your thighs.

You watch as he pulls his pyjama pants down his legs, thick thighs flexing in a way you want to just sink your teeth into the hefty muscle.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as you watch Hoseok wrap his hand around his length, tips of his fingers barely meeting at the girth of it.

“Please, want you inside” you whine, hips rolling into nothing, and Hoseok watches a pout mould onto your soft lips.

Hoseok braces his arms over your head, leaving down to kiss you. His tongue licks over the seam, a silent request for access that you allow.

You moan into his mouth when you feel something prod at your entrance, whatever it was, the tip was as thin as a finger, easily slipping between your soaked walls.

Hoseok pushes his tongue into further into your mouth, tongue pressed against your own. Kiss wet and messy just the way he liked it, drool coating both of your chins.

“Fucking hell Hoseok, is that your tail?” you moan when you feel the appendage inside of you thicken with each agonizingly slow inch that wiggles it’s way between your walls.

He hums, bringing you in for another kiss as his tail pulls out to the tip, wasting no time ramming back into you. Hoseok drinks up your moans, the sweetest melody.

Your arms wrap around his neck, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, tip of his tail nudging your g-spot.

“Close” you whine, fingers digging into his back. Hoseok groans, ramming his tail as far into you as he can, tickling pain shooting straight to his cock as he feels you paint red lines over his back.

He pushes himself down, teeth clamping harshly around your nipple, your back arches; desperate moan clawing up your throat as you reach your high. Your sodden cunt soaks Hoseok’s tail, wide base stretching your walls apart obscenely that you cry as he pulls it out of you.

If you cunt hadn’t been gaping, it was now.

“On your knees, darling” he gives your thigh a gentle tap.

You push yourself up on shaky arms, flopping forward, only keeping your hips raised.

Hoseok runs his hands over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart as he runs a thumb over your soaked folds, thumb easily slipping inside you with no resistance.

“Ready for me?” he asks, gentle hands running over your sides and you hum.

“Words, baby”

“Ready for you” you push your hips back, moaning when his thick cock catches your thigh.

You feel his pre-cum stain your thigh, angling your hips until you feel his tip nudge your opening.

“Inside please” you look back, watching Hoseok fist his length before he’s guiding it towards your winking hole.

He runs the head of his cock through your slit, another rush of slick dribbling out your hole onto his length and Hoseok groans.

You can feel the pop of the flared head as Hoseok pushes past your entrance, first few inches gliding in with ease as you rock back into him.

You jolt forwards when you feel the demon’s fingers circling your clit, and Hoseok pauses when your cunt squeezes around his length.

“Still a tight fit” he rolls his hips, no real force in his thrusts.

“Faster” you beg, legs spreading wider in hopes of his cock pushing further into you.

Hoseok snaps his hips forwards, and you can feel the ridges along the length of his cock drag against your walls as he pulls out half way before he’s ramming his cock back inside of you.

You think you can feel him in your stomach, punching the air out of your lungs with each wet smack of his thighs meeting the back of your own.

“Like that?” he grunts, “Like being my personal little toy? Your cunt moulded around my cock. I bet a puny human wouldn’t be able to get you off anymore— i’ve ruined you for everyone” the laugh Hoseok let’s out is mean, though it all sounds muffled to you, your own moans overshadowing everything else.

You let out a sob when he gives a particularly deep thrust, your cunt clenching around his length so tight he slows down.

“Good girl, you gonna cum?” he asks, fingers finding their way back to your clit, expertly flicking the little bud, and it has you seeing stars.

You slowly start to feel your orgasm rise, each brutal thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

“Come on, baby” he groans, picking up the pace.

Your mouth falls open, pure bliss wracking through your body as you reach your peak. Little hiccups follow your orgasm, harmonized with the wet slapping of your cunt. Hoseok uncaring as he continues to thrust into you, hips jackhammering and fingers thrumming at your clit with newfound vigor.

“Too much, too much” you cry, trying to pull your hips away from him, cock head punching into your prostate.

“Hold on baby” he groans, fingers digging into the meat of your hips, dragging you back onto his cock, you feel him twitch between your walls and you know he’s close.

Hoseok feels as your walls clench sporadically around his cock, he slams into you before cumming; flooding— painting your walls white.

You choke at the amount of cum that fills you up, hot, thick seed spilling into your stomach with how far inside of you he was. And your thighs shake as you’re met with another orgasm, juices mixing with what was already inside of you.

His thumbs run gently over your hips, sure to bruise in the coming hours with how harsh his grip had been though that will be the least of your worries.

“You cum too much” you whisper, head spinning as you feel another wave of cum slosh into your stomach.

He gently pulls back a few inches before he’s rolling his hips, pushing his cum back into you.

“Think you can do one more?” he asks, cock still hard.

Your thighs shake when he slowly picks up the pace. And you groan when he pulls you up by your arms, your back meeting his chest.

“Can you see that?” his hand turns your face by your chin, and your eyes glaze over both of your bodies in the full-length mirror opposite the bed.

You look like a mess, eyes glazed over in lust and tears, skin blotchy with purple and a set of very distinct teeth marks littering your neck. Both of your bodies have a sheen over them, sweat— and probably your cum in Hoseok’s case. But that isn’t what he was pointing at.

He feels your cunt clench around his length as your eyes connect with your stomach, a little bloated, so much of his cum inside of you, your tummy had distended a little.

He runs his hand over the little bulge under your belly button, cock so far inside of you that the head was pushing up into your stomach.

He pushes down on the bulge, and the both of you moan in unison.

“Look at that baby. I really am in your stomach, huh” he laughs, pulling up up a little, both of you watching as the head of his cock disappears before he’s dropping you back down on his length, watching the bulge reform.

Your hand runs over your stomach, feeling Hoseok’s cock twitch inside of you when you push down. Your thighs twitch, arm wrapping around his neck as he starts to thrust upwards.

A ring of white forms around the base of his cock as he thrusts up into you. Pace not as fast as before but the image in the mirror is enough for you to start tumbling towards your release.

“Play with yourself, darling” Hoseok groans, dragging you up the length of his cock.

Your fingers find your clit, and you fall forwards at the intense pleasure that shoots up your spine. The increasing pace on your clit combined with each little ridge of Hoseok’s cock dragging ever so deliciously against your walls pulls you head first into another orgasm.

This one’s wetter, rush of liquid exploding onto the sheets below. You vision blurs over momentarily, fingers seizing on your clit as your legs shake. Hoseok continues to thrust up into you, your walls tightening around his cock.

Yoy hiccup a moan, and Hoseok feels himself tumble over the edge when he flicks once more at your clit, another rush of wetness joining your sodden bedsheets and foamy white cum that coats the insides of your thighs.

Hoseok watches as you black out for a moment, thighs still trembling as he cums inside of you. Another wave of thick cum joining what was already sloshing inside your tummy.

“Oh baby” he moans, watching as your stomach continues to bloat, he groans— head of his cock no longer visible as his cum bulges put your stomach.

Tears fall down your cheeks, you’d loved feeling this full. Hoseok’s cock plugging everything up inside of you.

Your thighs continue to tremble, wanting to close but Hoseok’s legs preventing you from doing so.

“You okay?” he asks when you look somewhat coherent.

You simply nod, breathe stuttering as your lungs try to compensate for the lack of oxygen.

“Did so well for me” Hoseok coos, hands running over your stomach.

Your pussy clenches, Hoseok finally starting to soften inside of you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take another round of cum until what’s already inside of you is gone.

“I feel so full” you swallow thickly, head tilting down to look at your belly, “Why do you cum so much” your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“We didn’t put a towel down this time either” Hoseok tuts.

“Needed clean sheets anyways” you tell him.

“Ready for me to pull out then?” he asks and you frown.

There was something so fulfilling about being so full, stuffed until you were bloated with his seed. Everything Hoseok has to offer, plugged up inside of you— ever so warm and thick. The thought of him cumming inside you alone enough for you to tip over the edge again.

Gently Hoseok lays you back on the bed, your hips raised as his cock remains jammed inside of you.

“Do you have to?” you ask, and if Hoseok could see your face he thinks you’d be pouting.

“Gotta get cleaned up doll. I’ll eat you out in the shower if you want” he offers and you sigh.

Gently he eases his cock out of you, each ridge bumping against your walls that you feel more arousal start to leak out your hole. Overstimulation boarding too painful with each inch slipping out of your walls.

You feel the head pop out, a rush of thick cum following. You feel another wave of it fall onto the bedsheets when you clench, pussy gaping obscenely.

“Push it all out, darling. That’s it” Hoseok runs a hand over your ass, spreading your pussy lips as you force another gush of his cum out of you.

You moan when you feel two of his fingers work their way into your hole, another glob of cum dribbles out of you— your own watery arousal following soon after.

“Did so well for me” he praises, kissing the back of you thigh.

And maybe having a demon roommate wasn’t all that bad when you really think about it.

[arafilez]

੭୧ ⼂ PIECES OF YOUR HEART ﹗

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ bts ot7 x reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤangst, hurt, comfort 𓏧 reaction when you realise your crush has a partner ㅤ warnings crying smoking drinking trashing ㅤ﹢ㅤ0.2k / mem wc ㅤ𓏧 ㅤ req

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ KIM SEOKJIN ꒱

The clock strikes nine as you drown yourself in the work at the office. There is nothing more to be done and you are just loitering around but you don’t feel like going home. Not just yet. Images fresh from the small family gathering of your co-worker is still engraved in your mind.

Your co-worker. Your crush.

Since you were new, you should have known he was just being nice when he assisted you in your work for the past few months. Should have never fallen, like a teenager with a stupid, insecure heart. But seeing your co-worker’s partner just made it all the more clear. You are so engrossed in your thoughts you don’t hear the door opening.

“Y/n? What are you still doing here?” you jump at the voice and look across to a confused Seokjin standing there. Seokjin is your friend, joining the company almost at the same time as you, and you both were supervised by your crush.

A hand around your shoulder surprises you and before you can say anything, Jin’s musky deodorant hits your nose and you are in his embrace. The tears flow free and hiccups interlude but he lets you cry, hold tightening at the sound of your choked sobs. “It will be okay,” he whispers, a loose promise, but it comforts you nonetheless.

You have me, he wants to say but keeps quiet as your tears dampen his shirt and wrench his heart. You need time and he is willing to wait for you, always.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ MIN YOONGI ꒱

“Enough,” Yoongi scolds you as he snatches away the glass of wine, making you whine and reach for his hands. Your head hurts, limbs hurts, heart hurts and everything just hurts too much to care. Whoever said drinking can’t solve issues must have been out of their minds because it can. At least for a while.

He watches you stumble towards him from the couch of his studio and he quickly moves catching you right in time before your legs give up. Sympathy crosses his face as he watches your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes which give an intense proof of how long you were crying.

Frankly, he was quite surprised when your drunk self could make it to his studio without any obstacles. “How long have you been drinking?” he murmurs, to himself mostly, but you let out a quiet groan at his words. Your mind has registered itself into a haze, a repeat telecast of your crush with the partner looping infinite times.

Why were you so stupid to fall for your co-worker? Why couldn’t you just believe he wasn’t leading you on and you were just tripping on his sweet words and innocent escapes?

Yoongi pulls you up, breath hitching as your arms cradle his neck, your faint perfume hitting his senses making him realise how deeply he has engraved you in his thoughts. He brushes them off and strokes one finger down your cheeks tenderly.

“You will have a pounding headache tomorrow,” he tells you, barely being able to hear his own words over the pounding of his heart. He can treat you better, so much better and love you like it’s worth it. But maybe he has to wait for that a while.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ JUNG HOSEOK ꒱

The cup makes a shattering sound as you throw it to the floor, resonating in the empty house and your emptier soul. It would be termed as dramatic given how you were behaving right now but you were basically led on by your crush, bought gifts, been flirted with just to throw your feelings down a cliff.

You should have known really there was a spouse down the line, the wandering eyes should have been your first sign. The empty promises, and false resolutions were just to kill you slowly. It never became serious, and just when you thought it would, the real colours emerged. The partner came onto the scene.

“Keep the plate down,” your roommate’s voice reaches your ears and you look up to see him stand at the door, a solemn look and a steel curtain on his eyes as he downs your state. You keep it down, hands trembling and sobs racking through your body as soon as it reaches the table.

In quick strides, Hoseok closes the gap between you two saying, “We are here, people who love you, who want you.” “They are not,” you choke on half of your sentence as you cry and he slightly traces his fingers down your clothed back trying to calm you. “They are,” he whispers and his hold tightens, “I am.”

“I should have taken your advice,” you sniffle making him shush you as he holds you against the kitchen counter, heart beating too loudly for him to like, but it’s you. And he would like anything for you!

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ KIM NAMJOON ꒱

“And then I got to know there is a partner,” you explain to Namjoon who hums lightly. You look at him with tired eyes feeling the emptiness grow in your body. You are not sad, you don’t want to cry. You are just empty.

Namjoon hands you a glass of water which you gladly accept and sip on lightly as he says, “Well it is just one instance, and there are plenty of other fishes in the sea. And besides, don’t get disheartened, someone out there is the one you are waiting for.” You nod lightly knowing your friend is actually great at giving advice when it comes to anything.

“How did I not see a single sign, like they were literally so big and neon coloured if visualised,” you chuckle dryly and Namjoon walks towards you holding you lightly against his standing form. “Sometimes you miss stuff when you are in love,” he says and you snort. Love! Right, that is exactly what there was.

“I feel so stupid,” you whisper, face pressed against his t-shirt as he traces the back of your neck to soothe you and says, “You shouldn’t. You can’t control your feelings can you?” You shake your head lightly to a “no” and keep quiet loving his embrace and words. He lets the comfortable silence stay, maybe loving it a bit too much with you in his arms. But not now, you need time and he is willing to give it all.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ PARK JIMIN ꒱

A whiff of smoke releases from your nose as you lean against the balcony watching the city lights twinkle. A blare of a car horn reaches your ears amidst the chaos in your mind and at the same time the doorbell rings. You balance the cigarette on your lips and open the door to see your neighbour standing.

“Jimin, come on in,” you reply and he shrugs, hands in pockets and hair slicked back as you two walk towards the balcony again. You know why he is here, at least you assume it’s for the incident.

“Heard about the morning news,” he starts and you chuckle, “Yeah, hilarious. I ask my neighbour out and turns out the partner can come from behind.” He laughs loudly making you roll your eyes as he keeps laughing until you glare which finally stops him.

“Well, at least your other neighbour is totally hot and absolutely available,” he says, a hint of sincerity and hope glimmering in his eyes which goes away in one blink and is replaced by a joking stance. You snort saying, “Have some shame, Park Jimin, at least wait a day.” He shrugs pulling the cigarette from your lips and putting it down and asks, “Are you really okay though?”

“Here I thought we would indirectly kiss when you put that on your lips,” you joke, a pregnant pause follows and you continue, “I will be, don’t worry.” He nods and adds softly, “I am there for you, always. And I can listen well.”

“I know,” you smile a little, maybe out of reassurance or maybe out of the sincerity in his eyes and for the first time that day you don’t feel so alone.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ KIM TAEHYUNG ꒱

Taehyung is blatantly surprised when he opens the door to your tear-stained face and swollen cheeks. You honestly don’t care as you push past him, inviting yourself in your best friend’s couch and lying down. He closes the door softly before walking over and looking at your state again.

“Do I want to know?” he jokes and you kick a throw pillow which doesn’t even reach his chest as he catches it easily and sits down. “Has a partner!” you say and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion before realisation strikes him and he says a quiet, “Oh.”

“Yeah oh! Be in love and get your heart broken is my ritual at this point,” you whine and he sits down beside you shrugging and says “Well, technically you should have understood when-“

“I don’t wanna hear your technicalities, Kim,” you snap and he raises his hand in defeat before sighing and saying, “Come here.” You happily invite yourself into his embrace and cry quietly. The tears dampen his pants but he pays no attention to that as you mumble incoherently about your crush and his heart wrenches with every single sob escaping from you.

As he holds you in his arms he wishes at least one day you will be able to see him like he sees you, and you will know how your ritual may have a solution right away.

੭ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ꒰ JEON JUNGKOOK ꒱

“Fuck your crush,” Jungkook screams and you reply with an equally loud, “Yeah,” before taking the shots from your respective glasses. The bartender pours another one into your glasses which you drunkenly clink and drink, giggling like kids and drink again.

“I told you, you never listen, there was something wrong, I told you,” he repeatedly slurs and you groan putting your head on his shoulders and say, “Well, a fiancée was never in my Bingo Card.” Maybe it’s the drink that finally gets your head but you swear you heard Jungkook whisper, “Thank goodness for the fiancée,” under his breath.

“What?” you register, pushing yourself off his shoulders and looking at him incredulously and he shrugs making you think maybe you did hear wrong. “Your crush is a stupid piece of shit, there are many more people who can treat you better,” he says and you smile lightly, loving the low light in the bar not reflecting the red hue on his face.

“Like me,” he mumbles but is thankful when you don’t catch it but instead go for another shot, his eyes longing for one chance. Any chance. With you.

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ ara's notes ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤit might not be full comfort but i hope you like it, i have missed writing bts omg. ㅤ𓏧ㅤ libraryㅤ bts shelfㅤ navi

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[secretsecretbunny]

hello can I get a Hoseok x disabled!reader fake text? if not that's totally ok! 💜

yes of course!! I wasn't sure about the disability so I just based it on my own disability, I hope that's okay 🩷

send me your fake text requests!

[7ndipity]

You're scared of thunderstorms

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: how they would react to their s/o being scared by thunderstorms.

Warnings: none, I think

A/N: Thank you to @tpiliper for the request, this one's a little short than the last one because I didn't really know how to expand on them.

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Jin: Pulls out the dad jokes to distract you. Straight up threatens the sky if it doesn't knock that shit off rn. "Yah, how dare you upset my baby!"

Yoongi: Quietly comforting, probably offers you Holy for emotional support(like, just walks over, holding the poor dog out like "here?")

Hobi: He hates loud noises too, so he's right there with you, cuddled up on the couch and just keeps you company till it's over.

Namjoon: Shuts the curtains and tries to distract you with some random conversations that dissolves into dumb arguments over smth like mint chocolate(I can & will fight him on it)

Jimin: Pulls out some headphones to muffle the sound and pulls you close, humming along to the music till one or both of you fall asleep.

Taehyung: Movie marathon time! Closes the curtains, makes popcorn, builds a pillow fort, the whole nine yards.

Jungkook: Turns on the light projector and puts on some music loud enough to drown out the noise.(You're basically getting a front row seat to one of his livestreams)

[7brownsuga7]

Can you please write BTS members reaction when they and their crush go on a picnic in a flower field and she makes them a flower crown? Thank you 😊❤️🤗

Here ya go 💜

Namjoon -

He will examine it thoroughly and compliment it, pointing out all the things he likes about it. He can’t help but to blush and will have a big grin on his face. Will probably tell you all about the flowers you picked and give an in depth history behind them. He will definitely compliment your skills. And will be embarrassed to put it on but will do it because he knows it will make you happy. He’ll get you to help him make one but he won’t be able to focus as he’s so fixated on you. He’ll be shy, but happy nevertheless.

Jin -

Will probably get excited and parade around the field showing it off. Won’t stop talking about how good it is and will joke about how good it looks on him (he’s not lying). He’ll make it his right to gift you something in return.

Yoongi -

He’ll instantly get shy when you give it to him, but will try to play it off. He’ll play it off by teasing you and will surely make comments. Deep down inside he’ll be all warm and jittery and will appreciate your kind gesture.

Hobi -

Definitely will get excited and will take a picture straight away. He won’t get over it and will keep on mentioning it throughout the date. This really means a lot to him and he’ll always look back at this and smile at the memory.

Jimin -

He will hold it/wear it throughout the whole date. And will compare you to it, “it’s pretty just like you”. He won’t make a big deal about it out loud but just know he’s going insane on the inside. He will be very grateful though and will constantly thank you.

Taehyung -

Will sulk and pout because he didn’t make you one and he feels bad. He will insist on buying you something in return. He’s so happy that you made this for him and will bring it up every chance he gets. Will tease you for it and probably will tickle you. Flowers will get thrown at you!

Jungkook -

He’s so shocked because he has also made you one. Will constantly tell you that yours is better than his (you know how hard he is on himself). He will blush hard and won’t be able to hide his toothy grin. He will call you cute etc. And will definitely stay up at night thinking about you and your crown.

[cupoftaae]

Can you please do prompts 5 and 12 for Yoongi? Thank you in advance!

Hi lovie! sorry for getting to this a tad bit late! I hope you enjoy -nini

-"well..yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything"

-"i'll wait for you"

x YOONGI

warnings- swearing, cheating, angst, breakup :(

You and yoongi sat in the small booth of your favorite cafe, it was right in the corner and provided the right amount of privacy and great window viewing.

You both had your first date here in this booth when you had met in college, you were both freshman- he saw you and knew he had to have you in any way he could.

So- like any reasonable man, he offered to take you to get coffee and a bagel, and because yoongi is yoongi, you couldnt say no.

A few months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend in that booth, and not too long after that, you both kissed for the first time in that booth.

The torn seating, the uneven table, it wasnt much but to a young couple it symbolized a growing relationship. You had cried, laughed, had small arguments, ate, flirted, you name it- it was all here, in this seat with him.

Today, though, 5 years later, the coffee and bagel meeting was under different circumstances.

It all started with a "I think we need to talk"

You had never expected to hear what you heard come out of yoongis mouth.

"I hooked up with Jen"

You remained still, slowly putting your coffee down as you looked back, your eyes trying to decipher whether he was joking around or not- but the way his gaze stuck to his lap told you everything you needed to know.

He began to speak again, "Im sorr-"

"when was this?" your voice was calm, and steady

He looked up at you, "last weekend"

You nodded, "so...when you went over to jungkook and tae's apartment?"

He slowly nodded

"you told me you guys had work to do"

"we were- we had been working but then jungkooks girlfriend came over and brought jen because they are friends....we all drank....it was a mess....I was leaving, drunk, and jen was there and it just...happened"

His words were choppy as he anxiously picked at his bagel, a slight panic in his eyes once he gained courage to look up at you

Instead of finding anger, he was met with a neutral expression, as if he hadnt done anything at all. To be honest, this scared him more.

You slowly took a breath. You were expecting this, deep down hoping it would never happen, but the men in your life had a way of proving you wrong and failing you at any chance they got- so were you hurt? a bit, but shocked? fuck no.

You nod, feeling your heart twist in pain as you allowed yourself to think for a moment. You simply look up at him and offer a small smile before grabbing your coat and turning to stand up.

"w-wait!" he stood up as well "where are you going?"

You looked up to him, small smile still evident, "well, yoongi, I dont see why i need to be sitting here. Why drag this out?"

His eyes widened "so-...youre breaking up with me?" he whispers, fearful, as his hand still is holding your arm, knowing if he lets go- you leave.

You shrug, trying your best to keep your emotions in. "what else am i supposed to do?"

He rapidly shook his head "well...yell, scream, say something, say you hate me, anything!"

His voice was panicked

"yoongi..." you softly began, "you brought me out for lunch today....to our spot, to tell me you cheated-"

"it was an accident!"

"that you told me a week after it happened. if you cared I would have been made aware of it right away, or....you know...not have had it happen at all."

He breathes heavily, looking around at the semi empty cafe before eyes turning to you again

"it wasnt anything, it didnt mean anything, baby please-"

"people who love eachother dont hook up with other people, even when they are drunk, yoongi. You are telling me this to clear your guilty conscious, not because you are sorry"

"no baby..please..please no ... no" he tears up and grasps your coat, but you only yank away.

"goodbye yoongi"

"Y/N stop, please"

You look at him for a moment as he tries to collect himself,

"its...its ok...be angry, ill wait for you" he sighs

You shake your head, confused. "yoongi...this isnt about waiting. I am not gonna be cheated on, this hurts me....a lot. And I need to be......away from you."

His heart sunk to his stomach as he watched you turn to leave, regretting not running after you. Was it over just like this?

A small little booth, once filled with a budding romance is now just a signifier of what only crashed and burned...hard.

[blue-jisungs]

hi! do you think you could do a bts reaction where their s/o is on their period and she has tons of mood swings, let's say she snaps at them out of nowhere, then starts crying a few secs later feeling bad for yelling at them. It's okay if you don't want to do this <3

you’re on your period ♡

a/n. aaah it took so long for me to answer this, i’m so sorry ㅠㅠ i hope you like it!! ironically enough my period is just over 😭😭

and the hair clip thing is real life events inspired. i did break mine. i did cry. i didn’t have jimin to buy me a new one. sigh.

┆彡 NAMJOON [ 남준 ]

oh man i love him so much

theoretically, he will know everything. he will even describe what period means from a biological point of view of you ask him to

but in practice he’d be so awkward

like one second you’re cuddling and the other you start crying

and he’s hesitant if you want to continue on hugging or if he should get up and give you space or bring you tissues

and when you snap at him because he went for the other option, he’s like o_o

then you start crying more, apologising into his chest and clutching his t-shirt

and he’s just :((

he hates to see you cry and hates when he can’t do to help you :((

but his awkwardness makes you cheer up + he literally spoils you so much <3

although! he’s very responsible with it!! like “you can’t eat too much chocolate though, you’ll get a headache”

and when you pout at his words, he just kisses it away :)

┆彡 SEOKJIN [ 석진 ]

cracks jokes all the time so he doesn’t upset you on accident

but he even manages to do that…

“can you stop with the dad jokes?!” you snap, brows furrowed

jin decides to test the waters, even though he can see you’re upset

“well can i tell mom jokes?”

you stand up and leave, slamming the door

he feels bad but also a bit confused :(

when you come out of the room, crying… he’s even more confused

you cling onto him, sniffling

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to. keep on telling your jokes”

he’s :(

he will give you the whole world if you ask him to, so while you’re on your period he’s like a servant

doesn’t even complain when you trap him in bed, cuddled onto him for the whole day

┆彡 HOSEOK [ 호석 ]

when he comes back home and you’re not somewhere around in the sight, waiting for him… he knows it’s the time of the month

i mean, he usually receives a text like “when you’re gonna be home?”

no “i love you”, “how was your day”… etc, the usual stuff you text him

so when he enters the bedroom and sees you crying, he wants to cry too :(

“i’m sorry i’ve been mean today” you sniffle, looking at him

hoba just shakes his head, reassuring you that it’s okay and from this moment he’s your personal water bottle<3

lays his head on your stomach, telling you about his day and all

cooks you whatever you want too

and just basically clings onto you for the whole day

and if you have to go to work, be ready to be spammed with questions “how you’re feeling?”, “is everything okay?” and “i miss you” every… 30 minutes or less

┆彡 YOONGI [ 윤기 ]

you tell him you’re not gonna get mad at him but he just knows that even if the breaths too loudly, you will

so he avoids you 😭😭

avoided* at first. because one day he sneaked out from his studio and law you on your bed, eyes red and puffy from crying

“you don’t love me anymore? that’s why you don’t want to hang out with me?” you sniff and hug one of the plushies that smell like him closer

he knows he fucked up but what he also knows that he never wants to make you cry and even think like that again >:(

so he makes up for it <3

lets you do your thing, you can be even clinging onto him for the whole day and won’t say a word (bc he secretly loves it)

also pampers you a lot and makes sure you drink a lot of water

slides something sweet on the table, acting like he just casually found your fav snack and says “eat” with an almost invisible smile

(no, he didn’t find it. he actually had to walk a couple of blocks away to a convenience store becky our local one didn’t have it)

┆彡 JIMIN [ 지민 ]

he’s acting like he got his period too 😭😭

eats sweets and lays under blankets with you, cuddled up

when you start to get a bit whiny, he does too.

takes care of your hair if you’re too lazy to brush it

makes everything perfect so your hormones won’t have a chance to make you sad about something

but you accidentally broke your favourite hair clip

and he feels his heart stop because he was there

everything feels like a slowmo to him – the way it breaks apart, your eyes water and your bottom lip quivers

he’s quick to hug you, hand at the back of your head as you start sobbing into his arm

“that was my favourite…” you mumble

“i know angel. we’ll fix it. or i’ll get another one. just don’t cry, okay?”

┆彡 TAEHYUNG [ 태형 ]

he didn’t mean to eat your fav sweets

really.

in fact, when he realised his mistake, he wanted to restock them in the cabinet like nothing never happened

but you were faster

one you noticed your favourite sweets are gone (and you really craved them)… you knew who did that >:(

and tae walked on you

you started crying and whining about how you wanted to eat that

poor guy he felt so bad :(

then you started crying even more because you also felt bad

so tae just tucked you in and promised to be right back

but welp, he didn’t only buy that one specific sweet but it looked like he bought a whole chocolate factory

(from that moment he learnt not to eat your sweets btw so this never happened again 😌😌)

but he’s very sweet (hehe) during your periods

very attentive, like… you can scrunch your nose in pain once (1) and he’s already giving you painkillers and hot water bottle

cuddles with you (and yeontan<3)

┆彡 JUNGKOOK [ 정국 ]

it’s impossible to get pissed at this guy <|3

but he is a victim of your mood swings

because one second you’re laughing, watching a drama and the other you’re crying because the main couple broke up

and then you throw a pillow and hit him (accidentally)

he says NOTHING and that still makes you cry as you beg him not to break up with you

he’s trying not to laugh but also touched by your… fragile state

he’s there for you to cry your eyes out and then he spoils you sm…

like, literally. you already have a “period cabinet” at your home and kookie refills it regularly

also he’s not scared to go out and get you some supplies if you need them

(by now he even remembers everything you use)

if you’re fine with it, he has notes and tracks your period too – so when he knows the days are coming, he’ll buy you flowers “just because”

just to make you happy

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[saintsuga]

do you have some icons for this?

[eoieopda]

the one with hoseok and the teapots

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Type: Drabble, Hurt/Comfort Word Count: 1K CW: AFAB!Reader, established relationship AU, implied miscarriage/pregnancy loss (not described). A/N: I received a special request from someone (who wishes to remain anonymous,) going through something heartbreaking. They asked me to write something to help them “cry it out” but find comfort, too. I hope this drabble can give them a piece of that. This is not something I have personal experience with, so please take that for what it’s worth.

Standing in the doorway, Hoseok can’t think of a single thing worse than the image before him.

You spent months whirling around this room like a hell-bent hurricane, oscillating through paint swatches at the speed of light. You’d settle on one shade just to think better of it seconds later. As you moved through your indecision, his t-shirt fluttered over your busy body. Flecks of mint green were covered with a corrective white — then delicate yellow — then white again — then soft, blue-toned grey.

Once you’d finally gotten the walls the way you wanted them, you went on to second-guess the angle on every single item you placed between them. You’d gently shift him around, too, keeping his input in mind and his body out of the way. Your partner became your independent contractor, compensated with giddy kisses in exchange for his consultation.

It started with the chair in the corner, first too exposed to direct sunlight — what if it hurts their eyes? — then too shadowed — Vitamin D is important, isn’t it? — then just right.

Next was the humidifier, shaped like a thick tear drop, that glows like the Northern Lights when it sprays cool — not hot, though, because that can be drying and it defeats the whole purpose, I think — mist from the corner near the closet. Not too high up on the floating shelves that its moisture traps itself in the ceiling, but just enough to escape the threat of spills.

Then you moved on to the rug, which ended up tucked at the edge beneath the dresser; itself stabilized by dutifully-placed brackets. He held the hammer and you held the nails next in line, kissing his sore thumb when he got distracted by your smile and missed his target. A few little bruises were worth your sigh of relief; and the reduced risk of tripping in the dark when your feet were more awake than your brain. 

In the present, you’re sitting on your knees on that rug. There’s no giggling, no singing to pass the time; just you, packing away sheets too small for any other bed, in a house too big for just the two of you.

Now, Hoseok realizes: he can’t think of any sadder scene because there isn’t one. 

It’s all too heavy on his shoulders to keep standing there, but he hasn’t been able to step foot inside that nursery for fifteen days. It feels offensive, even the idea of entering. Like it takes audacity he can’t muster to bring his grief over that threshold and exist with it inside those walls.

Those walls were painted with broad-stroked joy, he thinks, but where is that joy now?

Hoseok doesn’t know, but love is at his feet, struggling to smooth out wrinkles in a folded, fitted sheet.

He lowers quietly into the space behind you. One leg on either side of your weary frame, he leans forward to wrap his arms around your waist. Gentle, irrationally fearful that if he blinks too hard, the physical misery you only recently shook off — that kept you curled up on the living room couch for days — will seep back into your bones. 

You lean back against him, though, dropping elephant-print fabric into your lap so that your hands can cling to his forearms. It’s still quiet, but your fingers beg him to hold on tighter. He does. 

He will.

Hoseok will stay like this forever if that’s what you need. Career be damned, he’ll sit on this floor, holding you, until that suffocating fog eventually clears. And it will, he knows, somehow. Enough time will pass and some day, this room won’t be empty. All of that untapped, unconditional adoration will compound interest in the meantime, until there’s a new tenant to spend it on.

You’ve both been at an uncharacteristic loss for words lately. So, Hoseok does what comes naturally: he presses his lips to your temple and keeps them there. For a second, a minute, an hour, he isn’t sure —  until he hears your voice.

All cried out, your signature softness sounds like sandpaper.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. You continue in a voice that’s a little bit louder, more than a little wobbly. “The logical part of my brain knows that this happens and that it’s not my fault. I do know that. I just — I feel so fucking sorry.”

There’s no apology needed where no blame exists. He’s glad you understand that, but wishes that there was any better way to describe this feeling. Anger doesn’t fit; there’s nowhere to direct it and no use for it, anyway.  Disappointment is too small. 

Hoseok isn’t sure what’s big enough, but he’s fucking sorry, too. He says as much, voice thick. He swallows hard and it hurts.

Sorry that he couldn’t be the one to go through it instead. Sorry for the guilt you still feel, even knowing that you hadn’t done a single thing wrong. Sorry that wanting something so badly couldn’t guarantee the outcome.

He kisses your temple again. Once, twice, three times.

There’s a crack when you say, “I wasn’t sold on the elephants, anyway.” Then a shaky, shallow breath as you tilt your head to look down at the sheets, “They look like teapots.”

Hoseok drops his chin onto your shoulder to see what you see: white blobs on rustic blue. There’s no way to know which end is the trunk and which is the tail — if the little points are either one of those things.

“Kind of,” he hums in agreement, “Ducks, if you squint.”

That little noise you make has nowhere near the power of your usual laugh, but it’s something.

More than something —  it’s the prettiest song he’s heard in recent memory. One that sounds like a step in the right direction; like dust shaken off a back that’s been knocked hard to the ground. Rusty, sure, but not beyond repair. 

Still good, still you.

It sounds like hope.

[sugary-sweet-anon]

HELLO!

In your last post, you wrote to a user, "I can do it if you want, send me a plan." Ah, I'm not that person and I can give you another example of fiction. I don't know if you can do it, but I still want you to try!

My fic is about Lee Namjoon.

Namjoon is generally a person who constantly tickles the members. So, judging by the moments, it is.

Namjoon loves to tease and tickle them, but now all the members want to take revenge on him and catch him.

and they realize that this man tickling them is very ticklish and they tickle torture him

Can you make a Lee Namjoon and ler Bts story like this? Please🥹💗

This is my first fanfic! I don't know how well this will be received, but I hope you enjoy it! As I was writing it, it turned into something a bit different. Thank you very much for requesting, and I'm sorry it's taken so long.

Leader's Plight

Lee!Namjoon, Ler!BTS

It was a calm day for the Bangtan boys. A day where they had a light schedule. These days were few and far between, so all seven of them took advantage of it.

Most of them were resting. Others were watching TV. Overall, just a calm and peaceful day.

"HYUHUHUHUNG NOHOHO!!!"

Well, it WAS anyway. Five of the guys met outside their rooms, confused looks on all of their faces.

"What in the world was that?" Jimin was the first to speak up.

"I dunno, but it woke me up," Yoongi mumbled, clearly agitated.

"It sounded like it came from Jin hyung's room."

Taehyung was right. With his room being closest to Seokjin's, he could easily tell. (A/N I don't know how their rooms are set up so just work with me on this). They all agreed and followed the laughter to the eldest's room. What awaited them on the other side, however, was not what they expected.

"JIHIHIN HYUHUHUHUNG KNOCK IT OHOHOHOFF!!"

Directly in front of them, in the middle of the floor, was Namjoon, their leader. In a writhing mass of laughter. And who was causing all of this? Seokjin, the eldest of the seven.

The other five boys stood in awe of what was happening. They never thought that their strong leader would be this ticklish!

"Whoa! How did this start?" Hoseok asked with a grin on his face.

Jin paused his attack on Namjoon, leaving the younger to gasp for air on the floor.

"This brat thought he could get away with forgetting to use 'hyung' after my name!" He exclaimed dramatically. He wasn't really angry or upset at Namjoon. He just felt like teasing him for it.

The others knew this too, but they decided to play along with their oldest hyung. After all, it wasn't often that Namjoon was the victim of a tickle attack. 99% of the time, he was the one who started them. And, well, this seemed like the perfect opportunity for revenge~.

"Ooooo hyungie is in trouble!" Jungkook couldn't resist approaching his favorite member and wiggling his fingers at him.

"You little brat!" Namjoon felt his face heat up as he reached out and squeezed the youngest's side.

"EHEHEY!" Jungkook quickly pinned Namjoon's hands down. "I'm not the one who forgot to be respectful to our wonderful Jin-hyung"

"Ahhh Joonie you should know better~!" Hobi mischievously smirked.

"So disrespectful!" Jimin shook his head, slowly kneeling down beside Jungkook.

"I think you've earned yourself this punishment, Namjoon-ah," Yoongi said.

Namjoon tried wriggling away, but unfortunately Jin had too strong of a hold on him still. "Wahahahait guys we can talk about thihihis!"

Taehyung, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, you know what I just realized?"

The others looked at him expectantly. "What is it hyung?" Jungkook asked, his big eyes wide with curiosity.

"Namjoonie hyung tickles us all the time! We never get to see him like this!" Tae couldn't help but smile in glee.

Everyone gasped happily. Except the young man in question. "TAEHYUNG-AH!" Namjoon yelled in disbelief. If his face wasn't red before, it definitely was now.

Jin, meanwhile, was growing impatient. "Ya, are you all going to stand there or help me with him?" He said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The others didn't say another word before they all pounced on their leader. Jungkook near his head, tickling his neck, Jimin and Taehyung going after his feet, Hoseok and Yoongi at his armpits, and Jin still at his original spot at his sides and stomach.

The response was immediate. "GAHAHAHAHA GUHUHUHUYS NOHOHOHOHO!!" Namjoon's hyena-like laughter exploded into the air. He couldn't focus on anything except the ticklish sensations. Try as hard as he might, there was no way he could escape!

"This is your punishment Joonie! Take it like a man!" Jin said playfully, digging into the poor boy's sides.

"I'm just happy to finally be tickling him instead of the other way around!" Tae exclaimed happily. He was currently scratching the leader's left sole with his long nails, eliciting screams of laughter from him. The other maknaes nodded in agreement.

"Tickle tickle tickle Namjoonie!" Hobi teased in a high-pitched voice while scribbling away at Namjoon's left armpit.

"DOHOHOHON'T TEHEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHE!!" Dang it, why did Hobi have to be so good at teasing? Probably practiced on the maknaes. He attempted to hide his face by turning his head away from Hobi, but was met with Jungkook's wriggling fingers in his neck.

"Awwww hyungie is shy!" Jungkook cooed. He leaned down close to Namjoon's ear. "Coochie coo hyung~"

This caused Namjoon to squeal loudly. "JUNGKOHOHOHOHOOK YOU BRAHAHAHAT!" His thrashing intensified.

Yoongi could see that he was getting close to his limit, so he motioned for everyone to slow down, but not completely stop. "Hang on everyone," he said. "There's something I want to do before we kill him."

The others watched to see the show Yoongi was gonna pull. Namjoon, on the other hand, looked at him in terror.

"Hyuhuhung noho dohohon't! I know that lohohohook!" Anticipatory giggles flowed out of his mouth.

"What look?" Oh, that liar. Anyone could recognize that sly evil look on his face. And he knew it too. It wasn't often, but nearly every one of the members had experienced this at one point. And they all feared it.

"Hyuhuhung dohohon't you dahahaHAHAHAHAHAHARE NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Namjoon screamed in laughter as Yoongi had lifted his shirt and blown a massive raspberry right on his navel. The other members couldn't help but smile in awe as their beloved leader was reduced to a laughing writhing mess on the floor. Taehyung was right, it was a happy sight to see him being tickled to happy tears for a change.

Eventually, Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. "HYUHUHUHUNG *snort* ENOHOHOHOUGH STOHOHO*hic*HOHOP!!"

Yoongi stopped immediately and rubbed Namjoon's stomach. Everyone else crowded around him to make sure he was okay.

"Are you alright Namjoonie hyung?" Jimin asked with concern.

Jungkook sat him up and started rubbing his back to help him breathe better. "Did we go too far?"

Namjoon breathed heavily while stroking Taehyung's head. The younger boy had made his way into Namjoon's lap, hugging him. "I'm okay guys. You didn't go too far." Though he sounded tired, and he was, deep down he felt really happy. He didn't realize how much he need that.

Everyone crowded in for a big group hug. They were really lucky to have each other. Even if they could be annoying at times. Namjoon took a moment to consider this and welcomed the embrace. He really was the luckiest guy on the planet.

It was a calm and peaceful day once again.

"Did anyone notice that Joonie didn't say stop until the very end?"

"J-HOPE!!"

Well, it was anyway.

[kooktrash]

I’ve been craving Hobi x reader breeding kink smut lately… idk maybe I have baby fever but lately that man has been making me wanna have his babies lol. Lmk if you’d be down to write a drabble :) thanks 😊

tw: smut. breeding kink. unprotected. 600 words.

"Mm—" you gave your boyfriend light head stroke in encouragement as he dragged his tongue along your slit. There was nothing that would make your boyfriend stop pleasuring you tonight. He had an agenda and your birth control wasn’t going to stop him from what he had planned tonight.

Hobi was over energetic tonight, a huge smile on his face, "So greedy, baby. You want me to fuck you yet?” His question was proof that tonight it was going to be far from gentle. You barely gave a nod when he was already spreading your legs further apart for him. He’s been eating you out for who knows how long and clearly his patience has run thin.

Hoseok stalked up to you on his hand and knees with a predatory glint in his eyes. “Mm,” he groaned at the sight of you completely pliant under him, a kiss just stop your breasts, “I can’t wait to put a baby in here,” he then kissed your stomach where your womb was, “All big and swollen with my baby. You’ll be such a good mommy.”

You wrapped your hand around his cock, letting it slide over your cunt to coating it with your slick, “You’ll be a good daddy, right?” Hoseok’s heart nearly jumped out his chest, “The best for both my babies.”

Hobi took your breasts in his hands, groping and massaging the mounds in a way that had you squirming over the touch. You could feel him use your hand to jerk off, inching toward your entrance and with your help, he was sinking in. A loud groan in pleasure came from your boyfriend as your walls contracted around the stretch, his eyes locked on yours when you gave a slight nod for him to keep going.

At once, Hoseok pulled his cock back so only his head touched your folds and with a push, he thrusted back in roughly. The effort pulled a loud whine from you, a hand tightening around the fabric of your comforter as your leg came around his waist. You could feel him close to your cervix which was where he wanted to be. It was his idea tonight to try for a baby. After four years dating and an engagement ring on your fingers, he couldn’t wait to get started on a family with you. It had him extra eager tonight to slam his cock onto your cervix opening, head tossed back with a moan.

Hobi let out a breathless laugh. "Fuck baby you’re taking me so well. Begging to get knocked up, aren’t you?”

"Please—" you choked from the pleasure. You brought a hand down to your belly sliding a finger along your soft skin, eyes locked on your boyfriend, “I want to feel you here.”

Hoseok cooed at the sight, at the idea, his thrusts had become slow but hard. His hands held whatever part of you that he could. They settled on your head, locking you into his arms and picked up his pace. He can see the look in your eyes, the bliss and when your walls clenched he didn’t have to say a word to have you unfold. Heaps of pleasure washed over your body as he felt your release coat his cock from the inside.

"Shit—" Hobi growled, his hips faltering for a second as your walls tightened abruptly, the pressure in his abdomen threatening to burst and it nearly made him dizzy. The hands by your head were now grasping your hair, not in pain but for support as his own release washed over him and inside you.

As you felt the warmth spreading in you, you sighed blissfully, lips tugged into a smile. He had collapsed over you trapping in the heat from your sex-fueled bodies. Sweat and stickiness coating you both but neither of you cared. He stayed like that for majority of the night, his flaccid member still inside you holding what the two of you had done inside your walls. Your fingers ran through his hair, soothing him as he breathed heavily against your bare chest. His arms clinging to you, half under your back though you laid on the bed.

::.

it’s a little short I know but whew I tried 😮‍💨kids just ain’t for me so writing preg kink drabbles I’d always 😮‍💨a struggle. BUT THIS WAS FUN getting to write for a member other than jk or tae.

THANKS FOR SENDING IN A REQUEST BESTIANA OR BESTIANO OR BESTIATHEY

probably will do one or two more requests this week and I’ll see when to finish the rest.

ALSO POSSIBLE NEW TAEHYUNG FIC THIS WEEK DEBATING ON PRINCE TAEHYUNG OR A DIFF ONE

[jungcam]

request rules !

no requests with scat, piss or blood "( – ⌓ – )

no p3dophilia (obviously)

i dont do non con, cnc, or dub con

this is pretty much all for now, not sure if im missing anything but this can be updated obviously 🎀

(last updated: 1/14/2024)

[btslx13]

Hi, can you post more lockscreens of hobi please? 🥺

hey! here you have, hope you like them ♡♡ thank you for waiting :))

Hoseok wallpaper

➳ if you save, like/reblog. Thanks ♡

➳ request are open

[7ndipity]

On your period

Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Hobi tries to comfort and care for you during your time of the month.

Warnings: insecurities, menstruation, mention of bad past relationship

A/N: Thank you for the request! It came at ironic timing for me, so if it's a little wonky, I'm sorry, just know that I was fighting major brain fog for this.

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When you'd texted Hobi and told him that you weren't feeling well and couldn't go out that evening, you had thought that would be the end of it, plain and simple.

In truth, you had started your period and were feeling pretty shitty, but you didn't want to tell him that, fearing that he would turn squeamish the way your ex always had when the subject came up.

What you hadn't considered was the fact that Hobi was, well, Hobi, which meant that he was immediately calling you trying to find out exactly what was wrong.

"Baby? Are you okay? What are your symptoms? Do you have a fever? What about-"

Although you knew he meant well, his flurry of questions was beginning to make you budding headache even worse.

"Hobi!" You finally interjected, making him fall silent. "I'm fine, I'm just-" You took a breath, "I'm on my period, but it's nothing you have to worry about, so you can just-"

"Wait? That's what's wrong?" He said, relieved. "Why didn't you just say that?"

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You said quietly.

"Why would I be uncomfortable?" He asked, confused.

"I-, I mean, E/n always was." You mumbled, a sudden wave of understanding hitting him at your words.

He knew from what little you had shared with him about your past relationship that it hadn't been the best, to say the least, but the idea that they had made you feel so uncomfortable about something so normal with your own body was heartbreaking for him. He wasn't a particularly aggressive person, but in this moment, given the chance, he would've gladly taken a swing at them for the shit they'd put you through.

"They were an idiot." He said firmly, catching you off guard with his sudden change of tone. "You have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, you hear me?"

You started to nod, before remembering he couldn't see you and muttered a small "yes."

He wasn't satisfied though. "I'm coming over."

"What? Why?"

"To take care of you!" He insisted.

"You don't have to do-"

"I know, but I want to."

Which was why he was now standing on your doorstep with multiple shopping bags and reassuring smile on his face.

"You said you didn't feel like going out, so I thought we could have a night in." He said as he entered the apartment and began to unpack his purchases, which seemed to mainly be your favorite snacks and candy.

"You didn't have to do that." You said again.

"I wanted to." He said, catching your chin gently in his grip so you would meet his eyes. "I mean it, I like looking after you, okay?"

"Okay." You said, letting him pull you into a hug, which you quickly melted into, immediately feeling so much better just from his presence.

"Are you okay? Are you hurting?" He asked as he pulled away, ghosting his hands over you sides, trying to find a way to ease some of your discomfort.

"I'm okay, just tired." You assured him.

"Should we take a nap then?" He asked.

"You didn't come all this way just to take a nap?" You looked at him.

"If that's what you want to do, then yes I did." He grinned down at you before poking you in the ribs teasingly.

You happily spent the evening dozing in and out with him while watching movies, feeling like maybe you'd found your home, with him.

[avianyuh]

Heya! Do you take requests? If so, can you please write BTS members headcanons where their SO has her finals approaching and feels apathetic, lazy/unmotivated to study? PS-Love your writing! THANK YOU :)

{A/N; as a stressed out college student, this request spoke to me lol}

BTS Helping Thier S/O Through Finals

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Word Count; 1,587

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Jin:

Jin really did feel for you during finals

So when you told him you were feeling unmotivated and a little overwhelmed

He knew you would either completely ignore studying or stress yourself out and prioritize cramming for notes over sleeping and getting enough to eat

Neither option was good in his mind

So, he told you he would help you stay on track

So he tried to help you the best way he knew how to

He ended up creating meal plans and would cook for you

If he had to be somewhere and couldn't be home with you he would leave you meals in the fridge to heat up

He usually makes you fresh meals with lots of veggies and filling ingredients

He wanted you to be healthy

He'd try to encourage you to take some breaks

Whether it was Jin trying to get you to put down your textbook and play a round of MarioKart

Just something fun to get your mind off of things

He would leave you alone to study

But if it got to be really late in the night

He would come into your room and tap on your shoulder, telling you the time and suggesting you go to bed

He'd carry you to bed and make sure to keep all of the lights dimmed so you didn't get headaches or anything

He'd just be such a sweetheart

Yoongi:

I think Yoongi would treat your finals the same way he treats work

He usually bottles up his emotions and just perseveres through hard times

Which was exactly what you were doing

So when he finally asked you one day how your studies were going he was surprised to hear you say you hadn't even cracked open your notes yet

At first, he didn't really know how to help you since he kept those struggles to himself

He had to think about your situation for a minute

How can he help you?

He realized that he needed to figure out a way to get you interested and motivated again

To him that meant getting the two of you to be productive together

So that meant staying up late with you

You'd usually come to the studio, sometimes the two of you stayed at home

You'd sit next to each other at the desk

He'd work on his music and you'd be working on getting through your studies

When things got boring he'd have you switch seats with him

You'd listen to his demos and he'd read over your notes or essays

You'd give each other advice or suggestions, then you'd switch back

And it turned out, that his plan worked

It kept you motivated and interested

Being able to share something helped keep you on track and helped to get your mind off of your finals

Hoseok:

Hobi has always stressed the importance of transparency with you

He always wanted you to be honest about your feelings with him

He could also tell when you were upset or overwhelmed in any way

One night at dinner, he noticed that you weren't as talkative and you kept your head down

He knew something was bothering you

So when he questioned you about your change in demeanor, your reaction was concerning

You ended up breaking down right in front of him

He immediately got up out of his chair and came over to your side of the table, crouching down to be at eye level with you

He pulled you closer to him and asked how he could help

So when you explained that you felt burnt out and lost in your studies, completely unprepared for your finals

He made it his mission to help you

He came home early from practice

Helping you create flashcards

Running to the library or bookstore if you needed something

If you ever printed things, Hobi would collect everything and staple it all for you

Constantly asking if you needed anything

"Do you need more flashcards? Sticky notes? Glitter pens?"

So attentive and just wanted you as stress-free as possible

Namjoon:

As we all know, Joonie is very, very smart

But he is also a very mature, responsible, caring leader

And obviously, those traits bleed over into his love life with you

Just like Hobi, I think Joon would easily pick up on the fact that you were stressed

But I don't even think you'd have to explain much to Namjoon

He knew that finals were coming up

He watched you night after night, hunched over at your desk with your head in your hands

He got the impression that you were having a hard time focusing

So instead of you coming to Namjoon

H was the one that sat you down one day and offered you some help

He suggested study sessions with him

Flashcards, books, all that jazz

He would create and buy everything

And you would follow his mock study plan

He could see your mood change from reserved and quiet to positive and confident in a short amount of time

All of that was worth it when you came home a week after your finals had ended

Of course with an A-grade for almost all of your finals

#1 teacher Kim Namjoon!

Jimin:

Another sweetheart

Was genuinely upset to see you so unhappy and stressed

When you told him you didn't have any motivation to study and that you would just accept your fate of a bad grade, he knew he had to help you stay on track

Jimin would be a combination of Jin and Hobi

I don't think he'd cook, but he'd make all the little decisions for you

Like, he'd just order you takeout from places he knew you liked

And he'd make your bed for you and wash all the dishes

Like Hobi, Jimin would be outside of your door constantly

By that, I mean constantly Jimin would be running out to get you all the supplies you needed

Sometimes you didn't even ask, he would just snoop around your desk and notice all of the little things

Like if you were low on pencils or if you were nearing the end of a notebook

I think HE'D be the one to print out a bunch of articles or cheat sheet-type things for you to read

Jimin would also make sure you took time to sleep, but also make sure that you stuck to a schedule

He literally bought one of those corkboards to hang over your desk and would stick notes and printouts on it for you

He'd bribe you with fun outings, only if you studied for maybe 2 hours or something

"We can go to that carnival, but you need to study for your history final first, TWO HOURS, NON-NEGOTIABLE"

The specifics/times would change depending on your level of interest in the outing and subject lol

He didn't want you stressed, but he didn't want you to feel like you shouldn't study at all

To be honest, finals season was more stressful for him than it was for you

Taehyung:

When finals approached and he noticed you hadn't been studying he was a bit confused

At first, he thought you were going to the library to study, but he noticed you were home more than usual

So when he asked you if everything was okay, you just shrugged and told him you didn't care

Tae became concerned as he knew school was important to you

So he pressed on

"Is it a class? Is it too hard?, I'll Help you Y/n!"

So after a few pesterings from Tae you finally confessed that it was all too overwhelming and you just didn't want to stress over your classes

Taehyung offered to help you as best he could

As Tae loves clothes, he would pick out your outfits for you so you didn't get decision fatigue

He'd also make you food and take care of all of the household chores

You two would have nightly 'therapy' sessions where you'd explain to him what was hard

Then he'd look over your notes and try to help you

This period of time included lots of cuddles and support

And spoiler alert, you got great results after the grades were finalized

All thanks to Tae

Jungkook:

Kook has always been a productive

I mean, come on...he's a Virgo, it's written in the stars for him

Literally

So when you offhandedly mentioned you wouldn't be paying much attention to your finals

JK knew he couldn't let that slide

He loves to be organized and on top of things

So he took it upon himself to create a schedule for you

Like Jimin, I think he'd also buy you a corkboard and stick flashcards on it lol

He really wanted you to be successful

And of course, he'd hear out any of your concerns and try to help you with anything you were stuck on

I think he'd try to cook you some healthy meals

He'd also be that kind of dork to be like; "Well science proves that working out helps you with memorization"

Because JK has turned into quite the gym bro he'd force you to take breaks and go to the gym with him

And whenever you got tired of the gym, you'd say stuff like "I'd rather write my 10,000-word essay than do another push up"

and Kook would be like, "Bet😏"

and before you knew it, you'd be a successful studying machine

He used reverse psychology and you didn't even know

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{Additional A/N; I know for college finals are approaching, so I want to say good luck to everyone who is gearing up for that, and of course thank you to the beautiful anon who sent in this request, I hope you liked it!}