#who wants a lapdance from hobi

[sugar-petals]

I've been thinking about this for a bit and wanted to know your thought... How do you think BTS would react to their partner suggesting a threesome with another member? Do you think their reactions would be different depenting on which member was suggested to join?

pov - you want two gorgeous boys to top 💞

💌 word count. 760

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[sub!hobi] might end up wanting to overdo it, going as far as saying "wait, only three?!" in jest, or seriousness, it's hard to tell at first, he’s so mysterious about it. boo is ready to lapdance for not one, not two, but three plus people at once. needless to say, his reaction to your idea is hilarious — but also a bit all over the place, so this needs careful planning. you suggest to just try making out as four with lots of swapping around instead of going full throttle d/s dungeon party right away, which turns out to be a fantastic idea and becomes a regular occurence. like, who knew! like that, you find out you actually prefer a romantic kiss fest over doing a straight up orgy, it’s hysterical though. once it turns sexual, though, hobi is ready to get tied to the bed. ride of his life incoming.

[sub!taehyung] looks thoroughly confused like a pup. he would interpret it as an incoming love triangle where he has to fight for mommy’s attention and weed through a chaos of sexual tension — far from what you had in mind, which was doing something pleasant just because. he sees that you look for excitement, or a bit of snuggle piling with romance, which he wants to deliver “on my own, why not?” instead. you get how taehyung would say he is enough, no additions required, and if there’s one soft sub you’d ever need collared as yours, it would be him. he would have fun, but he also insists he’s loyal to you only, his body and mind belong to you.

[sub!yoongi] is enormously picky with whom to choose to a point where he decides to decline by the end of reasoning it through. picturing it all in his head, figuring out if it has consequences. he’s entertaining the idea in thought, which actually feels sexy to him, too, but doesn’t want to just do the leap of faith. it’s too precarious, too vulnerable. as two, it's more in his comfort zone. he says no offense to the members though, that "they're all cute and handsome" anyway, ain’t he right. you’re not surprised he’s sceptical and at the same time doesn’t mind your ideas, though, yoongi is never happy-go-lucky with what you have together. if this ever went down, he’d want a guy outside the group to join and dominate yoongi together with you, like manhandling 5000.

[sub!jimin] would be open, curious, and the big tease we all know: “want something juicy, huh?” your boyfriend even has very specific wishes how it could go down as soon as you lay out your ideas. out of all people, he wants nothing too acrobatic and brutal, it should be affectionate, fun, and only be spectacular if everyone is comfortable. sees it as an opportunity to expand on his charm and playful sexuality instead, but makes sure your bond emerges strong as ever afterwards, it’s all about the eye contact. probably agrees to having some ribbon bondage performed on him, and a tongue-in-cheek spanking. rimming pun intended, his ass is ready.

[sub!namjoon] is predictable and close to yoongi's reaction: he thinks and thinks and thinks. very carefully. the philosopher at work. “um, hah, no clue” — which member should it be? he wants to please you but he’s also insecure, and just like jin is having ten thousand emotions at once. it’s basically ten thousand thoughts in his case. joon won’t be able to give you a brief answer, stuttering, unsettled, nervous as hell. you realize he might not be experienced and ready enough for this, so it’s best to keep your kinky hours under wraps as always. he feels like keeping it monogamous is more intimate, which you respect. namjoon is ten times more jealous a sub than he looks and vibes like.

[sub!seokjin] goes back and forth on this. he's easy-going, he's doubtful, he's puzzled, he's intrigued. which causes him to ask you if that decision can be postponed for now, his emotions are currently in turmoil. reading him well on your part is the challenge, but you quickly understand jin’s on the fence. you say sorry, but he thanks you for being transparent instead. it’s a bit awkward, but jin gets everything back on track with his humor soon. comes back to you the other week offering to get double topped for a whipping. turns out he made up his mind and just needs a second top. can’t spell genius without jin! he is the true king of threesomes.

[sub!jungkook] is wildly enthusiastic and 99% positive, not bothering with worries, prerequisites, or any envy. the eyes? are sparkling: “i like this idea so much, i love you!” even if he didn't consider doing something poly with you before, he agrees right away. his attitude is similar to jimin’s, actually. it's a fruitful addition to your sex life in his view, and any member is a good pick to him. in fact, jk is the ideal addition to any bangtan threeway, fourway, fiveway, you name it. you'd think a group's leader or the oldest would roll that way, but it's most maknaes who have that magical ability, don’t they. anything goes, down for whatever you could possibly come up with. a maid dress, mouth gags, shibari, every toy on earth.

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[lcksndkys]

Pairing: hobi x reader

Rating: NSFW

Genre: dancer!hobi x bff reader

Word count: ~4.1k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex on a kitchen counter (bffs who trust each other, but still should wrap it before you tap it!!), brief masterbation, nipple play (cus duh, it’s me)

A/N: When I wrote Permission, I thought I’d leave it semi open ended, but there were a few people who wanted some closure ( @btsarmy9593​ @junghelioseok ) and I was happy to continue this story!! S/o to my people @jinpanman and @wwilloww for the song recs and the figurative pom poms!! If you liked it, feel free to talk to me about it!!

01, 02

The next few days had passed without word- carrier pigeon, smoke signal, or otherwise- from Hoseok. 

If you’re being honest with yourself, you’d admit that it appears neither of you are willing to revisit the events that had transpired in the small studio any time soon. You still can’t believe Hoseok kissed you as part of his audition routine. A year spent romanticizing what it would be like, and he ruined it so recklessly. 

You had heard from Seokjin, a mutual friend, that Hoseok nailed his audition and was offered a job at The Pied Piper. Bitterly, you wonder who he locked lips with during his routine, and immediately banish the thought from your mind. 

According to your sources (read: Jin), Hoseok has been rehearsing choreography with the rest of the cast over the last few weeks. Part of you knows that he’s busy, and the other part wonders if he’s just using his busy schedule as a means to avoid you. 

Either way, it doesn’t stop you from missing him. Conversations have been short with Hoseok replying with one worded responses and no attempts to keep conversation flowing.

Logically, you know that you could confront him. Half of you is dying to, but the petty side of you refuses to cave first. 

You’ve spent the past few weeks burying yourself in work and chores. You almost forget the feeling of his body grinding against you, his hand wrapped around your neck, his lips on yours. 

Your skin prickles at the memory. 

I wasn’t talking about you. 

What was that supposed to mean? Who was he talking about? 

Hope is a dangerous thing, and you refuse to believe what Hoseok was possibly implying. Because if his affections were surface level, it would crush you. 

You dive back into your work, taking on as many projects as possible to keep from dwelling on thoughts of Hoseok. 

At work the following morning, your phone vibrates with a notification breaking you from your muddled thoughts. 

You feel around your desk for your phone tapping the screen to see that Jin has texted you.

[11:21am] WWH: it’s friyay. 

[11:22am] WWH: We’re goin to The Pied Piper tonight!! Pick you up at 9 ;)

Groaning, you discreetly check your periphery noting that your colleagues appear to be too absorbed in their work to watch you try to decline a very insistent friend.

[11:24am] You: No, Jin… I don’t really feel well :(

Several minutes pass with no further pleading from Jin, but then your phone buzzes again.

[11:34am] Yoongi: If you don’t come to Hoseok’s opening night, he’ll be crushed.

[11:39am] Yoongi: Come with us. Please

You sigh. It’s not often that Yoongi begs, but you know he’s right. Although things between you and Hoseok have been tense lately, you know you can’t miss the opportunity to support your best friend. 

[11:41am] You: Fine.

[11:42am] Yoongi: Atta girl

The Pied Piper isn’t what you thought it would be. It’s less of a strip club and more of a small concert venue with tables and booths of various sizes surrounding a raised stage. You let Jin lead you towards your seats with Yoongi following close behind.

To your dismay, the small table you arrive at is frighteningly close to the front row where you’re sure Hoseok could see you. 

Taking your seat flanked by your two friends, you cross your legs in the attempt to tamp down the nervous bouncing of your foot.

To your right, Yoongi places a calming hand on your knee to stop your fidgeting. 

“It’s just Hoseok,” he reminds you. His knowing eyes stare deep into yours. 

You take a deep breath and let Yoongi’s words soothe you.

On your left, Jin is trying to talk over you to Yoongi about checking out the strippers on the other side of The Pied Piper after the show.

Just after 9:30pm, the lights begin to dim, setting your nerves alight.

Soft music starts as a dozen or so men saunter through the crowd to take the stage. 

You feel the swoosh of air behind you as one of the dancers passes by the back of your seat. Coming around to the front of your table, you’re mesmerized by the fluid way his body moves. Blond hair slicked back, he dances in front of your table for the remainder of the song and sends you a flirty wink. 

Mesmerized by him, you watch as he spreads his legs in a deep squat, arms crossed over his chest as he thrusts his hips to the beat. At the end of the song, he blows you a kiss with his full lips, turning to focus his attention to a different table of patrons.

You feel a pointy elbow nudge against your side and you turn sharply to your left to see Jin’s smug smile as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively at you. 

Rolling your eyes, you focus back on the show.

The men have gathered around on stage as the intro song fades. Once in formation, another song starts up. More upbeat, the men break out into the next part of the choreography, each following the routine to complement his own style. 

Some have started unbuttoning their shirts to show more skin.

Your eyes dart around, stalling on a particularly handsome dancer as he rakes back his long, dark hair with a heavily tattooed hand while swaying his hips to the music. Slowly unbuttoning his black shirt and swaying his hips and thick thighs, he flashes his doe eyes and muscles to the crowd, looking equal parts boyish and lethal. 

Your gaze follows his powerful body as he moves across stage, undressing his upper body to reveal the smooth, inked planes of his torso. He throws his shirt somewhere behind the audience (probably for staff to pick up) and you watch him until he passes by a familiar figure. 

Dressed in a white button down with sleeves rolled up his forearms, Hoseok catches your eyes with his dancing. Your breath stutters in your chest, skin heating in memory of his hips grinding against yours. 

Trying to focus on a different dancer, you settle on watching Blondie while he drops to his hands and knees humping the floor slowly and sensually to the beat of the song. You remember this move when Hoseok performed his audition piece for you, and you can’t help but recall the way desire had pooled deep and hot in your belly. Watching this beautiful man dance tonight, while pleasing, does not move your heart. 

As the night progresses, the dancers move seamlessly through the choreography jumping from one routine to the next. Most of the dancers are now topless, in nothing but fitted jeans with underwear bands peeking up over their beltlines.

You try to keep your eyes off Hoseok. 

Try.

Until the group breaks formation to disperse into the audience for a more close up look at their, ahem, dancing skills. Hoots and hollers fill the air as the men spread out and start giving lap dances to their audience. 

At your left, Jin cackles loudly at the sight of Tattoos straddling a middle aged woman against her chair. His prominent front teeth are on display as he smiles at her, leaning down to whisper in her ear over the booming music. Seconds later, you see her nod her consent enthusiastically while he presses her hands against his rippling pectorals. 

Hoseok has been watching you watch Tattoos with a frown. 

Distracted, you don’t see him rapidly approach your table until he stands before you. Of course Jin bought tickets in Hoseok’s section. 

You tense up and think about running, but Yoongi’s calming hand briefly returns to your knee, encouraging you to stay. It’s just Hoseok, you remind yourself. 

In front of your table, Hoseok locks eyes with you, slowly starting to undress his upper body. Leaving his shirt open, he pushes his sleeves further up his elbows revealing his sinewy forearms.  

Although the room is dark, you can feel the flush of blood creep up your neck and face at Hobi’s intense stare. You swallow down a whimper as he grips the back of your chair and spreads his thighs wide over yours, hovering several inches over you. There’s no contact between his body and yours, yet you can feel his warmth.

“May I give you a dance?” he asks huskily into your ear.

You shiver at the contact as your body betrays you. Feeling your nod of consent, Hoseok grins and slowly drops his weight onto your lap. 

Bare witness to my evolution

Violent moans, untamed contusions

We’re not really here it’s all Illusions

Vaguely you hear and feel Jin howling in delight at the sight unfolding next to him.

Holding you close, Hoseok pulls your hands off your lap to wrap around his waist while he grinds his hips against you. He tucks his face into your neck, dragging his perfectly sloped nose against the sensitive skin there. At this distance, you can’t see his face and pray that he can’t feel the bounding of your pulse.

You grab me there your fingers sink

We breathe, we tense, no time to think

I take you 'til you’re on the brink

Then we dive off the edge in sync

Sliding up and down your body, Hoseok encourages your hands to wander across his hips and lower back.

You bite your lip and allow your fingers to ghost their way under his open shirt, up along the ridges of his ribs and down to his ass, feeling the way the muscle contracts as he moves against you. 

Make love, fuck

Lick me up

Petals, pluck

Drive me, clutch

You feel the rumbling in his chest as your wandering hands explore his body. 

Hoseok eagerly rolls his hips against yours to the beat of the song. Goosebumps litter your neck as he pants into your ear.  

What’s your pleasure, what’s my name?

Blend and merge until we’re same

Nothing much of us remains

As the song winds down, Hoseok pulls back from you to stare into your eyes. He gently removes your hand from his waistline and presses your palm into his chest- left of center- over his thrumming heart. 

Your breath catches in your throat at the look he gives you. Hand still trapped against his chest, all you can focus on is the pounding underneath your fingertips and the burning in his hooded eyes.

In this moment, there’s no strip club, no Jin or Yoongi, no audience or dancers. Everything fades away and it’s just you and Hoseok.

Until the song changes yet again and Hoseok dismounts from you without a second glance, swiftly moving on to the bachelorette party next to you. 

You can still feel the heat of his body as you watch Hoseok dance around them, hips thrusting wildly as he artfully maneuvers his body to the bass. He smiles at the blushing bride-to-be and her entourage.

Hoseok picks up her hand as if to inspect her engagement ring before pressing a kiss to her knuckles with a wink. He’s clearly flirting with her, but with the noise of the club, there’s no way to tell what he’s saying. 

Teeth clenched tight, you remind yourself you have no right to be jealous. 

Your gut wrenches at the sight of him wrapped around another woman as his body undulates against her. He backs off slightly only to pick up her legs, spreading them to wind around his waist to better grind against her. Peals of laughter ring out higher than the music. An unpleasant weight settles deep in your stomach as you watch Hoseok basically dry hump her.

There’s a brief lull in the song, barely long enough for Yoongi to hear the pained gasp that leaves your lips when he moves on to one of her friends.

The comforting hand on your arm prompts you to drag your watering eyes off Hoseok. You meet Yoongi’s furrowed brow. 

“Wait. Do you- ” he looks from you to Hoseok, and back again. His eyes widen as he rapidly deduces the reason for your sudden mood.

You quickly glance at Jin who is still busy watching Hoseok entertain the table of bachelorettes. 

Biting your lip to hold in your sniffling, you nod once up and down in quiet confirmation.

“Holy shit,” he whispers. 

Instead of relief, it feels like your chest caves to the pressure of admitting your feelings. It was easy to lie to yourself, but you don’t think you keep up the act now that Yoongi knows. 

Suddenly the club becomes unbearably stuffy. 

You lean over to Jin, raising your voice over the music. “I’m gonna go get some air,” you shout and quickly make a beeline for the exit.

With your back turned, you don’t see the pair of longing eyes follow your figure as you leave.

Outside, the air is crisp as it nips at your exposed skin. You take a few deep breaths letting the sharp air soothe the ache in your heart. Deciding you can’t stay and watch the rest of the show, you sent a text to Jin and Yoongi to let them know you’ve called an Uber to go home. 

Freshly showered and lying in bed, you browse through your work emails to keep your mind busy. You’re determined to fall asleep without the memory of Hoseok grinding against random women tonight. 

As the minutes tick by, your eyes grow heavy with sleep and you roll over to put your phone on your bedside table. 

Thump, thump. Thump. A firm fist pounds on your door insistently, ridding you of any drowsiness as adrenaline floods your system.

Tapping your phone, you see it’s much too late for any decent social visits. There are no missed notifications; nothing to suggest you may have a visitor tonight.

At your hesitance, the rapping continues more adamantly. 

You cautiously approach the front door and peer through the peephole.

Hoseok. 

Relief washes over you, followed closely by frustration. Weeks of near-silence and he shows up unannounced at your door at 2am??

Throwing open your door, you’re ready to send him away.

The words die on your tongue at the sight before you. Eyes downcast, hair messy. 

“I know it’s late, but can I stay?” he asks quietly. 

Your heart lurches in your chest as you swing the door wider and step aside to allow him entry. From the smell of his lightly floral shampoo you can tell he must’ve showered after the show. 

Your eyebrows raise in alarm when you note a slight wobble in his gait as he makes his way to your kitchen. He's clearly been drinking.

He pulls a glass from the cabinet and pours himself a cup of water. Taking a small sip, he nervously passes the glass back and forth between his hands. 

“I- uh- I went out with Yoongi-hyung and Jin-hyung after the show,” he explains. 

Arms folded over your chest, you nod in understanding. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaks. “I’ve been an ass.”

There’s a tense moment as you both regard each other.

“Yeah it fucking sucks to have your best friend ignore your existence for weeks at a time” you retort.

He flinches at your harsh tone. “I just… I didn’t know how to be around you after… that.”

“After what? Your audition? Hobi, I don’t care that you want to dance in a strip show!” you lie easily through your teeth.

“It’s not the dancing,” he pauses to take a deep breath, steeling himself. “I meant… the kiss”

His adam’s apple bobs as he breaches the topic. “It wasn’t part of my audition routine. I kissed you because I wanted to. I want more” he whispers.

Eyes rounded in surprise, your mind is both loud and silent at the same time, short circuiting at his confession.

“And you kissed me back, but like, it didn’t seem like you were that into it and I just- I let you think it was part of the routine” he babbles on. 

“But- “

“I like you- really like you” he says earnestly. Fingers wrap tightly around his water, cutting to the chase.

“I had no idea,” you insist.

“I literally told you how I feel back when I practiced my audition piece for you” 

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t clear.” you bite back. 

“My kissing you wasn’t clear enough?” he shoots back with a quirked brow. 

You sputter. “I really thought it was part of your audition!” you exclaim.

“Forgive me for being old-fashioned, but I don’t often kiss women I’m not interested in,” he says, setting down his glass to take a few steps closer to you. 

Your head spins. “So, you’re still interested?” 

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m into you before you get it?” 

“Maybe one more time” you grin up at him suggestively.

Hands hovering over your waist, he smiles as he leans in, nose gently grazing yours as he breathes you in.

You tilt up chasing his lips when he suddenly pulls back.

“I need to know this isn’t just some fling for you. If we’re going to do this, it needs to be the real deal.” His eyes search yours and he must see what he’s looking for as he grins, dimples on full display.

Hand sliding up his chest and cupping his jaw, you hold him close. 

“I’ve liked you for months” you confess quickly. “It’s real, trust me” you say, pulling him back into you. You slot your lips against his, eager for another taste. Suckling gently on his lower lip, you feel his chest rumble with a growl as he presses into you with ardour.

Hoseok’s hands find their way around you, feverishly mapping out your body as he allows you to mold your mouths together. 

He immediately tilts his head, deepening the kiss. 

Your fingers pull at his dark strands and eagerly caress his neck. You feel the way his jaw moves as his mouth opens wider to send his tongue out to press into your mouth.  

His hands turn frantic, pawing at the curves he's been fantasizing about over the past couple of years. 

You let him push you up against the counter top as you continue kissing, his hips pinning you in place as his hands continue to greedily rub up and down your back and sides before slowly creeping up your front. 

"Can I?" he rasps, fingers staying below your ribs,waiting for your consent. 

"Please. I want you to touch me, Hobi" you beg. 

He growls at your enthusiasm and roughly cups your breasts. Even beneath the layers of clothing, he can feel the way your nipples pebble with desire. 

Pushing his hands aside, you reach down and pull your sweater and top up and over your head exposing your bare torso to him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hands returning to roll and pinch at your sensitive buds.

You shiver with need as he plays with your tits, enjoying the way pleasure shoots down to your cunt. 

Hands leaving your breasts, he swats at your bottom. “Up,” Hoseok commands.

Obediently, you hop up onto the counter top, careful to avoid his barely touched glass of water. He spreads your thighs to slot his body against you. Legs pulling him in closer, you feel the evidence of his arousal at your center as he presses his erection against your quickly dampening panties.

His arms wrap around you bringing your chest to his face and suckles your nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Moaning, you send both hands into his hair as he continues his erotic assault on your body.

Hoseok grinds his hips against your core as he laves equally at both tits, leaving your nipples perked and shining in his saliva. 

“On or over the counter,” he rasps.

“I want whatever you want,” you pant, desperate to feel him against you.

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Can I take these off? I wanna see all of you” he pleads, tugging at the waistband of your sleep shorts.

Instead of responding, you push him back a step to slowly slide off your remaining clothing and scoot back on the counter top. You part your thighs giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt. 

To entice him further, you slide a finger up and down your slick, swirling around your clit, and dipping into your sodden entrance.

“Holy shit, I want you so bad,” Hoseok groans with his eyes focused on the way you fuck yourself open with your fingers.

He allows himself a moment to enjoy the sight of you pleasuring yourself for him, studying the way you touch pussy. Having enough, Hoseok pulls your hand off yourself and wraps his lips around your digits, moaning at your taste. 

“Fuck me, Hobi, I’m ready,” you whimper.

Unable to hold back any longer, he growls, pulling you down from your perch and flipping you to face the countertop. With gentle pressure against your upper back, he encourages you down to your elbows, bending you forwards to present your cunt to him.

You hiss at the feeling of cold marble against your hardened nipples.

Distracted, you don’t hear the rustling of clothing as Hoseok tears himself free, eager to feel your skin against his. 

You gasp at the feeling of the blunt head of his cock sliding against your slit, bumping against your clit to send tingles of pleasure through you in waves. 

“Is this ok? I’m clean,” he promises.

You trust him.

“Me too. I’ve never had anyone bare,” you moan, pushing your hips back in the attempt to slide him into you.

“You want me, baby?” he asks one last time.

“Yes, Hobi, yes, just fuck me-” you whine, cut off when he takes his first stroke into your quivering walls, going slow so you feel every inch of him.

He thrusts gently a few times into your heat until he finally bottoms out inside you. 

Eager for more, you push your hips back against him to fuck yourself on his cock. “I like it rough,” you urge him.

Growling, Hoseok sets a brutal pace, desperately drilling his cock in and out of you.

You whimper in pleasure at his handling. Hoseok caresses at your back and hips and ass as if attempting to memorize the feel of your skin as he sinks into you over and over. Curling his fingers around your hips, he pulls you onto his length as he surges forwards, your breasts bouncing with the force of his trusts.  

Eyes clamped shut in pleasure, you feel your legs shake with your impending release.

“Hobi, I’m getting close,” you whimper. 

He grunts in approval, suddenly hoisting you up onto the counter so that your toes barely skim the floor. 

You squeal in surprise. In this position with your legs dangling, you wildly grasp at the smooth marble in the attempt to hold onto something. Hoseok pounds into you and you are unable to do anything but accept the pleasure he gives you. 

“Cum on my cock,” Hoseok urges. “I need to feel you cum first”

“So deep, ah- fuck! You feel so good, Hobi” you gasp as he continues to thrust into you. 

Your toes curl as his pace increases, desperate to get you off before he blows.

“Touch me, please, I’m so close,” you beg.

Sending his fingers between your legs, he rubs quick circles as you showed him earlier around your throbbing clit.

Your walls flutter wildly around him as you begin to unravel. 

“That’s my girl,” Hoseok grunts as he feels your walls tighten around him. 

You cum with a strangled moan of his name, puffing against the marbled surface as you clench rhythmically around his turgid length. 

Ears ringing in post orgasm haze, you feel Hoseok continue to thrust desperately into your wet heat. 

Panting he asks urgently, “Can I cum inside?”

“Fill me up,” you whimper, nodding enthusiastically. 

With your permission, Hoseok lets go. Draping his front against your back, he buries deep into your cunt and releases into your velvet heat with a loud, drawn out groan. 

Lying prone over the marble and still speared on his cock, Hoseok peppers sweet kisses along your nape and shoulders, gently suckling against your skin as you both revel in post-coital bliss.

“Mmm,” you keen at his attention as he presses one last lingering kiss behind your ear.

“You were serious earlier, right?” he asks softly. “You really want more, too?”

Craning to look back at him, you see a line of worry between his brows as he waits for your confirmation.

“I just wanna be yours, Hoseok,” you affirm with a shy smile.

He beams down at you, and like a flower to a sun, you can’t help but smile back.

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can you do a reaction to giving them a lapdance for fun or one about seeing you practicing pole dancing after getting one installed in your bedroom

Thank you for this ask anon x

I kind of randomly switched between the two.

BTS Reaction To You Lap Dancing or Pole Dancing

Jungkook

"Baby... what are you doing?"

"Kookie, don't talk, just enjoy it?"

"Of course, I'm going to enjoy your ass, grinding on me, but wh-"

"Sshh..."

His only response is a lip bite.

I'd think at first he'd be confused as to why you would want to give him a lap dance? He already finds you extremely sexy, that's enough to get him turned on. He'd question why, but as soon as you start, no protests from him.

Taehyung/ V

"Damn! Look at you working yourself up that pole!"

"Stop watching Tae! It isn't perfect yet."

"If this isn't perfect, then I have no idea what is?"

"Babyyy..."

"Okay, I'll be quiet, just let me watch you, please?..."

He'd want to watch you all the time, he doesn't care whether the routine is complete or not. He will just be too overly excited about it. The type to find even your mistakes flawless.

Jimin

"Come here."

"No."

"Come here, Y/N. Come, on" tapping his thigh. "Good girl, now sit here please."

"You're just going to laugh at me."

"I'll never laugh at you... ever." Holding your hips, lifting you slightly, "Now, show me what you were going to baby."

The one who encourages you to go on. He encourages your sexiness, running his hands gently along your body, easing your nerves. He will guide you, placing his hands on your hips, your waist and watching you in awe.

Namjoon/ RM

"Baby, if you keep this up, I'm going to have to stop you right here."

"Sshh, baby, just a little longer, hold out for me?"

"Tell. That. To my dick... tskk."

"You can be such a baby when you want to be hey?"

Resting his head on your chest, you straddling him. "Thank you, I loved it... Well, that's pretty obvious as you can feel."

He will be super turned on by this. It's going to be very difficult for you to finish your lap dance, his hands all over your body, him pleading for you to just fuck him already.

Hoseok/ Jhope/ Hobi

"Oh, yes, that's it baby!"

"Do you like it?"

Slipping some notes into your garter. "Are you really going to ask me that?"

"I mean, I would expect a little more payment from you?"

"Hmmm... well I could always go and draw out more cash... or you could come and work your beautiful body on my pole instead baby?"

This man will hype you up! He would preferably love to see the finished pole dancing routine. He will not take his eyes off of you. The two of you being flirty and playful with the comments you two make waiting patiently to fuck each other.

Yoongi/ Agust D/ Suga

"Why are you blushing?"

Giving you the cutest gummy smile, "Can't you let me enjoy this?"

"Hmm, I think you already are though?" Looking down at his crotch.

"Oh, so you're going to tease me the entire night?"

"I think I will baby..."

This man will be full on blushing. He would not know what to do with himself, but just let you grind all over him. If you tell him not to touch, he won't. He'd sit there grinning, blushing, with a hard-on and just waiting for you to say he can touch you.

Seokjin/ Jin

"Looks like I have quite a few bruises to kiss away tonight, hey?"

"I think you do Jinnie and a massage."

"Do you think I could start right now baby?"

"But... I'm not done practicing?"

"I think you've done enough for tonight, come here sweetheart."

He'd be the one to admire you, while he watches from the bed. The one to remind you to take a rest and to treat all your bruises, aches and pains. He is excited for the day you tell him, to take a seat, you have a little surprise for him.

[bts-fic-collection]

Hi! Do you have any fic recommendations where one of the members (especially Hobi) walk in/discover two others making out/being romantic/dating and they decide to include him? Thank you very much <3

Hey there! I tried to find some fics that are close to what you asked for :)

Accidentally in Gay Love by seathehorizon

Rating: E

Pairings: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook

Status: Complete

Word count: 8,589

Summary:  Jungkook panics at the realisation that he might sort of, kind of, have a bit of a thing for Yoongi and Taehyung, all because he just had to be a cliché gay who couldn't handle seeing a bit of skin and affection. Now he has to figure out if he likes men in general or those two in particular and if he wants to do anything about it (and if so: what?). One thing he does know is that the rest of his friends are no help (no, he will not walk around naked 'just to see', and no, he won't give them a lapdance, shut up Seokjin), so he'll have to deal with this alone. Which is fine. Totally fine. Until an accidental nude makes everything very much not fine.

so just let us be three tonight by ellieviola

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Namjoon/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 7,214

Summary: “The other day, I needed something from the closet and I walked into Jungkook’s room and he was fresh out of the shower, still in a towel, flexing in front of the mirror. It should be ridiculous, right? It should have made me laugh. Instead I had to walk straight out and lock myself in my room to jerk off and the whole time I was imagining coming on his chest.”

Knock Knock, It's Your Best Friend's Cock by orphan_account

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Namjoon/Seokjin

Status: Complete

Word count: 4,882

Summary: Step One: Walk in on two of your bandmates having sex.

Step Two: Have a few awkward, turned-on days where the image of what you walked in on is stuck in your head.

Step Three: Actually, Seokjin is still stuck on step two...

The Longest Summer of Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung's Lives by idyllic_hummingbird

Rating: E

Pairings: Taehyung/JImin/Hoseok

Status: Complete

Word count: 47,219

Summary: Jimin and Taehyung's red string showed up when they were in kindergarten; they had been inseparable ever since. The two figured the rest of their lives were set, until one day, their string pulled in another direction, following a stranger...

aka childhood friends to lovers vmin discover that poly soulmates aren't just a myth, and Hoseok, who wasn't sure he'd ever find his soulmate, gets more than he bargained for.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS Reaction to Recording a Sex Tape

Idk who requested this but man y’all are trying to kill me, it’s been a while back I’m working on them but I need G A T O R A D E

Ya’ll asked for smut and I hope I delivered

Warnings: hoo boy, obvious smut, sex tapes, it’s a sex tape imagine there’s a lot of sex videos, some degradation, collars, choking, public sex, car sex, elevator blowjob, rough sex

Word Count: 2019 words of absolute sin

Namjoon

He’d be against the idea at first

You’d have to talk him into it, because he’s worried about it getting released, you getting found out as his girlfriend, all the scandal it might cause

But like, it won’t take too long to talk him into it, because he’s hard as a rock the second you suggest it

He will never film you with a phone camera or something like that he wants a real camera on a tripod

He’ll want it somewhere standing up, you bent over a chair, a couch, something, so he can play it back later and see every time your ass jiggles

This will be a LONG video, sis

If you’re down he will deadass film you fucking for two hours

He’d want to film something kinky af after he’d watched the first one 200 times on tour

You come in from work and he’s holding a collar and a leash with a sheepish dimpled smile

He’d be lowkey shy about it and tell you again and again you didn’t have to

He’s so soft to you while putting it on, kissing you all over your face

“I love you so fucking much for doing this stupid shit for me, baby”

The second that camera clicks on though?

Total change, eyes all hard, serious face, barking orders, tugging your leash, gently at first and then harder when you moan and he knows you like it

The only phone camera filming he’ll do is of you on your knees with your mouth full, because he will watch that endless times on tour, the way you wink up at him, smiling around his cock, how he uses the leash to jerk your head up and down

After you’ve sucked the soul out of him and he’s panting on the couch he’ll want you cuddled up next to him, take a break, be soft to you again

And then the camera comes back on and it’s all yes sir, no sir or you’re getting punished

He’ll fuck you so hard over the back of a chair you’re afraid it’ll fall over

He’s all praise, though, even when the camera is on, even when he’s calling you a whore

“You look so fucking beautiful with this collar on, baby. You’re such a dirty girl, my pretty little whore, I love you.”

He will be so grateful and sweet for a full week after you let him film it

“You have no idea how much this will help me get through being without you on tour, baby. Thank you so much.”

He’ll sext you while he watches it on tour, too, and the time difference will make it so you’re getting the dirtiest texts while you’re at work or in class, blushing beet red

Seokjin

Jin doesn’t give a FUCK about the potential scandal we know he does what he wants

You don’t have to talk him into it, he probably asks you

The only thing he’d be worried about is if you’re comfortable with it

He’s not kinky but he IS vain so he’ll wanna be in full display on camera

He’ll want you on full display, too, though, he’ll want a combo of phone POV filming so he can film your tits bouncing when you ride him and a tripod set up, possibly with mirrors so he can get every angle

He’s pretty vanilla, so he wouldn’t get kinky like Namjoon 

But he would fuck you extra hard on camera

You'll roll your eyes at him at first bc he's very concerned about angles and lighting you're like "this is a sex tape, Seokjin, no one else will ever see it"

But when you watch it you're like, "oh, damn, ok" because look he DOES look amazing

All broad shoulders, that juicy mouth open in a moan

You're shook and maybe you watch it just as much as he does while he's away

He absolutely loves to hear that you're getting off to it while he's gone

"See, I told you princess. It's way better than porn, you get to see your worldwide handsome boyfriend fucking you instead of some spray tanned idiot."

He'll wanna make a dozen of them before a world tour

Will want to watch it with you when he gets back

"Look, right there, that's when you came the second time. Look at yourself, princess, you look so beautiful when you come apart."

Hobi

I get a real exhibitionist vibe from my man Hoseok

He's all for this as soon as you suggest it

"Can we do it right now?"

The first one will be something simple like filming you sucking him off

Seeing you through the camera really does something to him he moans so loud, comes so hard

He'll wanna film something wild the second time, so he'll suggest phone filming you in public

You going down on him in an elevator

Propping the phone on the dashboard and fucking you in backseat of a car

He's so bad at being quiet you're worried you'll get arrested

Nothing fancy about these he's no director, shaky cam and blurred images bc he gets more into the sex itself than filming it

You complain about your face being blurry

"I'm sorry! I was too busy making you scream my name to worry about the camera, babygirl."

He'll always call you when he's watching it on tour if he can

"Guess who's face I'm watching get covered in come right now?"

Speaking of, so much dirty talk sprinkled with praise in these videos

"You're so fucking tight. You take my cock so well, you naughty girl."

Yoongi

He'll agree right away because if you want it, he wants it

He's generous like that

But he'll barely be in the videos

It's all you all the time

He'll film you playing with yourself, film his fingers going in and out of you, closeup on your pussy while he's fucking you

That's all you see in the videos but you do hear his low voice, ordering you around, praising you, and honestly that's all you need

"Come for me, angel. Look at you. My good girl."

He won't admit it but he watches them all the time on tour, especially the ones where your face is in it a lot

Most of them are just you falling apart, him making you a keening mess underneath him, his hand around your throat, thumbing your collarbone

He'll let you film your own version from above while you ride him on the couch though, and it's your favorite, his eyes while he's watching you, his tongue flicking at the corner of his mouth as he bucks up into you, his low groans when he comes

He'd love it if you told him you were watching it to get off, if you called him panting, the sound of it in the background

"Aw, angel, you miss me that much, huh? How many fingers can you fit in that tight cunt, huh? Send me a picture."

Taehyung

The absolute best lighting

Perfect scenario, fucking candles lit and rosepetals and shit what a s a p

Tripod while he's slow dicking you, background music, sweet and sexy

He's all low moans and praise

A big fan of phone filming, but unlike Yoongi he'll let you film him just as much

"Jagi, you'll look so beautiful on camera. Let me film your face, yeah?"

Now, that's the first one

I feel a pretty strong exhibitionist vibe from Tae, for some reason

So subsequent videos will get better, hotter, rougher

He gets off on watching you get off, for sure, so he'd love it if you put on a show for him while the camera was on you, a little striptease, a lapdance while he's sitting in a chair, legs spread wide, tongue repeatedly wetting his lips

He'll watch you and pull out his cock, stroking slow, deep guttural moans, praising you in a hoarse voice

"God, I love it when you tease me, Jagi. You make me so fucking hard. Come closer."

He looks like a literal sex god when you play it back it's almost too much but that's when he gets shy

"Oh, God, no, I want the one of you riding me. I wanna see you, not me."

He'll watch them all the time on tour, when he misses you not just when he's horny because sex is love and love is sex in his eyes

Jimin

Blushing, giggly baby when you suggest it

You'll have to praise him to get him to do it

"But Jiminie, I want to have something for while you're away and you look so handsome when you're fucking me..."

Have I mentioned Jimin is a switch? Two thousand times, you say?

Well anyway, he's a switch from video to video it's wild

One of them he's dirty fucking you while you're on all fours, filming your ass jiggling, pulling out to eat you out from behind, he talks so much

"You taste so good, Jagi, you dirty girl, you're all but begging for my cock. You like how I fuck you, yeah?"

Next video you're riding him and filming his face and he's all pouty mouth open, whiny moans

"Aw, Jagi, don't clench around me like that. You'll make me come too fast...ah... please, let me flip you over. I'll fuck you so good, I promise."

You like to smirk and tell him how good his cock feels while you're on top because he'll throw his head back and moan so loud, cry out your name and buck up underneath you

He looks beautiful when he comes, mouth swollen from kisses, panting, and it's your favorite video in all the world

He will absolutely video chat you with his cock out if you tell him you're watching one of them

"I love it when you think only of me while I'm away, Jagi. You're my good girl, yeah?"

S w i t c h

Jungkook

"No. Absolutely not." Blushing, stubborn when you suggest it

"Don't you think it'd be hot to have a video of you fucking me for when you're away, Kookie? I'll let you do anything you want..."

Tease him a little and he's down he's an eager bunny

The first video will be quick and dirty

But he'll get high-key critical of them when you make more, become a director in the sexiest way possible

"Look right at the camera, babe. Ah, that's it, just like that. I wanna be able to see your eyes when you come, yeah?"

The best angles, honestly, close-ups of your pussy swallowing his cock, the line of your throat when you throw your head back and moan

He'll even worry about the acoustics of the room because he loves your moans, wants to be able to hear every caught breath

He'll set up cameras all over the house so if the mood strikes he can flip it on and fuck you on the kitchen counter

Will criticize his own stroke game after watching it several times

Will definitely improve

"I want to make you come at least three times in the next video, it was only twice in this one."

He will want to get a little kinky in a video, eventually, blindfold you, maybe bind your hands behind your back

He will get less and less shy, though, and his direction will be more giving orders and praise than actual direction

The Dom jumps out, is what I'm saying

Would love to film you while he overstimulated you to the point of near tears if you're down

Won't watch them with you unless you beg in person, shy about it

Loves to watch it on tour, every night with his earbuds in, though

Will demand you tell him if you watch it and if you text him he'll call you and talk you through it

Not shy at all over the phone, voice low and commanding

"Tell me where you want my hands, baby. Tell me how much you want my cock right now."

[rosyjimiin-archive]

Thank you again @myshiteu for creating another masterpiece. When I first started Rose and Gold I never would’ve thought I’d receive such wonderful gifts  ❤

➸ Rose and Gold

➸Based on part 21

➸ Jeon Jungkook is a rich CEO that needs a nanny for his two brothers. Jimin is a simple man who needs some extra cash. Did he mention he’s also a stripper?

As always, Jimin donned his blindfold, drowning into another part of himself. A self that he loves just the same. The Rose is him, and he is the Rose. 

"Jimin, you were fucking stunning on stage today." Hoseok offered.

"I feel stunning." He doesn't exactly know what it is about today, but it's as if a garden is blooming in his lungs and chest. Every breath is fresher than last, like a Forever Spring.   

"He's here for you." Hoseok laughs as he watches Jungkook walk straight back to the VIP room, not even waiting to be escorted. "He looks a bit nervous though, don't you think?"

"Hobi-hyung, I'm blindfolded." They both laughed as Hoseok hit his shoulder. Hoseok guides Jimin down the corridor to the VIP room. Just knowing that Jungkook is waiting makes him feel lighter.

The hallway that made his head spin didn't seem so bad this time. Every step he took felt like he was leaving a flower walkway in his path. His heart was quick, yet steady. The pace felt new to him.

✿

Jungkook heard the approaching sounds of the ankle bracelets that The Rose always wore, quiet and graceful. He sat, not wanting to get caught pacing. His head was spinning, but maybe that's from the tequila shots he downed during the stage to ease his anxiousness.

 He expected to be greeted with the same graceful banter they cite after Hoseok pushes him into his chair. The Rose says, "good evening, Mr. Jeon," paired with a bow while he sits awkwardly still. However, Hoseok doesn't enter with Jimin around his arm tonight.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched The Rose appear. His presence today demanded attention from every corner of every room, although nothing other than his outfit has changed. He just seemed... taller. Not physically, but in demeanor, perhaps. He stands, mostly because he thought to skip the lapdance, but is caught off guard when he's pushed back into the chair. 

"Jeon Jungkook-ssi." The way he basically purred his name as he climbed into his lap... It gave him goosebumps. He didn't even have time to breathe before hips rolled down on his crotch, having him gasping with every slow, torturous grind. "If I said I missed seeing you like this, would it come across a bit sadistic?"

He gulped in attempt to clear his dry throat. His sweet satoori went down with a sting like honey bourbon. "We-" Jungkook bit his lip in order to keep back a moan. His head lolled back, breath slipping from his lungs like it's being taken from him. 

The hand on his neck quite literally pulled him back to reality. The gold on his wrists were cold in contrast to everywhere else The Rose was against him. He was tempted to lean in and brush his lips against the junction of his neck and shoulder, where the intoxicating scent of roses and sweat was lingering. His hands gripped the arms of his seat so tight that his knuckles turned white.  "Please," he began.

✿

Jimin felt him under the thin layer of his shorts, finally realizing the subtle ways Jungkook's body mirrored his. He felt hot to the touch and there was sweat dotting his forehead like dew drops. Jimin could feel how hard he'd gotten under his hips, and how rapid the rhythm of his heart was under his fingertips. 

Jungkook's breath on him was like falling petals caressing his skin 

Jimin couldn't help the smile that appeared on his lips. If it weren't for the gravity of Jungkook he might've floated away by now. He just felt so light. Being wrapped around Jungkook felt like bathing in golden sunlight.     

"We-" he heard. But there was a particular grind that had his pulses humming with warmth throughout his body, and he couldn't help but let out a short moan. The hand gripping Jungkook's shirt slid up around the back of his neck and pulled Jungkook toward him, forehead to forehead. He smiled smugly, glad to know it felt that good to him too. 

There was a wave washing through his chest from this moment, and it felt so good that he could laugh out loud right now. All he could think was /he likes me back./ It was a bit childish to him, and foreign. But with their bodies so close, he couldn't care less if he sounded like a love-struck middle schooler. For all the times Jungkook held him steady when he almost lost himself, he will be here to pull him back when he does the same.

Jimin leans his lips toward him just a bit. /Just a peck,/ he tells himself.

"Please," he hears from Jungkook, and he thinks they might be thinking the same thing. He leans in a bit more. "Stop." As he says this, his lips brush ever so slightly against his.

Jimin's hips slowed to a stop. The hold on Jungkook's neck loosened and he pulled back. "Did I hurt you?" His hands lightly roam his body, checking for a pained reaction until Jungkook held his wrists still. The warmth from Jungkook's hand seeped into his skin, as did the warmth from where his hand laid. He rubbed his thumb against his skin, when he felt the tip of his thumb brush against eyelash. 

"I'm in love with someone else... This needs to stop."

"Oh." He tried to blink away how stupid he felt, but the blindfold kept him from opening his eyes. And then he realized. /Oh./ 

 Laughter bubbled up from his chest until they burst from his vocal chords. He might've accidentally spit in Jungkook's face, but he decided he'll apologize for it later. He threw his head back so hard he felt himself almost fall off the chair. He unknowingly threw a few slaps to Jungkook's chest before standing and almost falling over again.

How ironic, he thought, that he's getting rejected for himself. He blindly felt around for a solid surface but doubled over and almost busted his ass before gathering himself, tears brimming his eyes from the little session. To think, this is uncannily close to what he was afraid of happening.

"My apologies, Mr. Jeon." He said after clearing his throat. He felt his robe at his feet. Silently, he picked up his robe and draped himself, as there were goosebumps on his skin from pulling away from warmth so quickly. He felt a hand guide him to the doorway, the same gentle hand that roamed his body for all these little escapades. "Your heart is made of gold, Mr. Jeon. And even though you say gold is easily forgotten once it's achieved, I'll never forget you."

For the last time, the gold on The Rose's wrist glided up Jungkook's forearm, along his bicep, across his collarbone, and rested on his neck. /Just a peck,/ he thinks as he kisses Jungkook at the very corner of his mouth. 

He feels the presence in front of him evaporate, listening to the now empty corridors for a clear coast. When the thumping of music from the main hall was all he heard, he removed his blindfold and sighed, relieved that he no longer has to hide.   

His robe flowed gracefully behind him as he made his way to the dressing room. In front of his mirror, a bouquet of flowers waited his return, and in his pocket, money. If it were anybody but Jungkook, he might've been insulted, but seeing as how that's exactly the case, he melted, allowing the feeling in his chest to blossom.

[haveakookie]

Friday Night (Prologue)

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

PART I

Warnings: none yet

Word Count: 2,727

Summary: You decided to go to your friend’s party, and once everyone left they decided to play truth or dare..

The music was good, the drinks were strong, and you were having a blast. You were at your friend’s dorm for an ‘end of the school year’ party that had winded down, leaving you with your seven close friends. Your friends had left earlier after finding their next one night stand, leaving you with your closest friends. You kind of wished there was another female with you to distract them, but at the same time you enjoyed hanging out with them for the first time in months.

You were all seated around the coffee table, trying to decide on a game to play to get you even more drunk, (if that was even possible in Taehyung’s case), when Hoseok piped up.

“Hey! How about truth or dare?” you groaned, knowing how competitive the boys were from playing games with them many times, you would end up doing something ridiculous, “but there’s no limits.”

That snapped you out of your daydream, no limits? You looked around at the guys and didn’t see anyone object, so you agreed as well after making it clear that no one would be forced to do something that could cause injury. The game started out pretty tame, the guys only forcing out secrets they’ve been dying to hear. Who knew that it was Yoongi that was crying alone in the dorm one night while watching historical dramas.

“Hobi. Truth or dare?” you hear Yoongi ask, out for revenge.

“Truth.” you look over at Yoongi for the question and see him smirk.

“Tell them about the Disney movies.” You saw Hoseok’s  eyes widen and a pleading look cross his features. this has to be good  as everyone looked at Hoseok expectantly.

“I-... pass?” Hoseok looked around sheepishly.

“Fine, you can pass. But, you have to strip to your underwear.” Taehyung piped up, earning agreement from the other six.

“Okay, OKAY. IliketowatchdisneyprincessmoviesandImayormaynotcrywhentheyfinallykiss,” he mumbled, and you struggled to catch what Hoseok had said.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I don’t think we all heard you.” Yoongi chuckled, poking Hoseok to get him to repeat what he had mumbled.

“I- I like to watch Disney Princess movies and I may cry when they finally kiss. TRUE LOVE IS MAGICAL OKAY?” Hoseok huffed as he crossed his arms in annoyance. The rest of you erupted into fits of laughter, unable to stop due to Hoseok’s confession. Yoongi was also being questioned as to how he knew this and to divulge the full story to everyone.

You were still laughing over the latest revelation when you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Hoseok looking at you.

“Truth or Dare?” He asked you again, obviously trying to move past his embarrassing truth. You pity him a bit when Jungkook starts to sing A Whole New World, and Taehyung pretends to cry. You think about your answer, wondering what they could possibly ask you if you were to say ‘truth’. There can’t be much that they don’t already know.

“Truth.” You say, and Hoseok smiles. Shit.

“Who have you thought about while masturbating out of the seven of us?” he asked you. That got everyone off his case pretty quick. You felt seven pairs of eyes on you as they waited for you to answer. You lowered your head and thought of the best way to answer him. Should you tell the truth, or should you try to lie? Leave it to Hoseok to find a way to ask two questions in one. “Well, are you going to answer or strip?”

You took a deep breath and decided to just come clean. You weren’t a very good liar anyway, and the alcohol in your system made you feel braver.

“Jimin.” You said. Looking around the room you saw their jaws drop, not expecting you to have actually thought about one of them. You felt your face heat up as your eyes scanned their faces, taking in their shocked expressions and jealous mumbles.

“Well, damn y/n. I thought you had better taste.” Jungkook says, breaking the silence. You punched Jungkook’s arm and tried to avoid Jimin’s gaze as the guys teased you and tried to get you to share details about what you thought about. You decided to ask the next person and get the attention off of you.

“Yoongi, truth or dare?” As you looked up at him, you noticed that everyone was surprised that you chose Yoongi. You made eye contact with Jimin, and he smirked at you, causing you to quickly turn your head away in embarrassment. You knew you were never going to live down this confession, but you were going to try to distract everyone while they were tipsy.

Jimin was still staring at you, your surprising confession had him floored. He never imagined that you would feel that way towards him, and the thought of you, on your bed pleasuring yourself to thoughts of him has Jimin growing hard in his tight jeans.

“Dare.” Yoongi spoke up, breaking Jimin’s train of thoughts and bringing him back down to earth. You knew exactly what to ask.

“I dare you to kiss Hobi,” the look on Hoseok and Yoongi’s faces were priceless, “on the mouth.”

You were immediately bombarded with protests from Yoongi and Hoseok, both of them having a few choice words to say about the situation. The other five were rolling around laughing, some so hard that they had tears in their eyes. Though this was excellent payback, you had to admit that you wouldn’t mind witnessing these two kiss. As the laughter and cussing died down, you waited to see if they would follow through with the dare. Yoongi turned to Hoseok and sighed deeply.

“Alright, let’s get this over with, I am not stripping.” Hoseok looked taken back by Yoongi’s statement, but agreed that he didn’t want to strip. The two moved closer to each other and if you knew better, you would have said that they looked nervous. Yoongi leaned in towards Hoseok and held his head as he gently placed a kiss on his lips, lingering for a second too long before parting. The other boys are screaming and you hear Jungkook shouting something about blackmail, as Hoseok looks away from Yoongi, and you could have sworn you saw him blush. Yoongi cleared his throat and shook his head clear of the thoughts he was having.

“Well I already went so why doesn’t someone else go? Namjoon, why don’t you go?” You took another generous sip from your cup as you waited for Namjoon to pick someone. You looked around the room again, wondering who he would choose, your head feeling lighter than before, and you weren’t sure if that was good or bad in this particular situation.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” Your head whipped around to look at Namjoon, the asshole was chuckling at your shocked expression like he was enjoying it. You didn’t want to give up any more secrets, so you went with your only option.

“Dare.” You were starting to feel the alcohol a bit more now, and you decided that you were grateful for the liquid courage.

“I dare you to give Jimin a lap dance,” Okay, that’s not so bad, right? At least you could keep your clothes on, “and yes that includes stripping.”

Asshole you thought, It’s like he read your mind. You sat there, processing what he had just asked of you while the other guys complained about not being picked for the lapdance. It’s not like you haven’t thought about this before, but you didn’t think you’d have an audience while doing it. If you hadn’t been drinking, maybe you would have refused but the punishment was stripping anyway, so what did you really have to lose? You looked over at Jimin, and saw that he was staring intently at you, his eyes not once leaving you.

He had been hoping that his friends would make the most of your confession and dare you to do something with him, having been attracted to you for some time now but not having the courage to follow through. He watched as you stood up, unsure if you were going to leave or if you had agreed to the dare. The seven guys watched your every move, and the room was quiet, save for Jungkook and Taehyung still whining about not getting a lapdance.

You walked towards the kitchen, suddenly thankful that you happen to wear a matching bra and thong. As you dragged a kitchen chair back to the living room, the guys started cheering and pushing Jimin towards the chair you brought. He got up and sat in it, facing the others as you picked a song to dance to. I can’t believe I’m about to do this, you thought as the bass of Beyonce’s ‘Partition’ started to fill the room. You were surprised that you didn’t feel very nervous, but you attributed that to the drinks you’ve had. You decided to pretend like the others weren’t there as you stood in front of Jimin and started to sway to the music, your hips swaying to the beat of the song. Bending over, you placed your hands on his thighs and brought your face close to his before you slowly lowered yourself to the ground, never breaking eye contact. You moved your hands up his thighs and you heard him groan. Standing back up, you moved your hands and grabbed the hem of your shirt, playfully lifting it so Jimin could see only a sliver of your flesh. As you continued to dance and tease him, you forgot about the other six guys in the room, until you turned around and placed yourself in Jimin’s lap.

Six pairs of eyes were glued to your body and the way you moved and you started to grind against Jimin’s crotch, causing him to let out a soft moan. The small sound caused you to gain confidence, knowing you were having an affect on him. You continued to move against him as you reached for the hem of your shirt again, this time slowly lifting it up, never once stopping the rhythm of your hips. Once your shirt was completely off you threw it to the side, and you heard a series of loud groans. You looked up to see them with their mouths open, clearly surprised to see you in this light, and doing it so well.

You put more pressure onto Jimin’s crotch, feeling him harden underneath you and in turn causing you to grow wet. Turning back to face him, you straddled him and began to rock your hips over his, throwing your head back to give him more of a show.

Jimin looked at you, his eyes moving from your long neck to your exposed breasts. The bra you had on left little to the imagination, the lavender lace hugging your body perfectly and contrasting beautifully with your skin. He couldn’t believe this was happening, and he wanted nothing more than to grab you by your hair, push you onto your hands and knees and fuck you until you couldn’t walk right. With his imagination running wild, he let out a louder moan as you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck.

You resisted the urge to sink your teeth into it, vaguely remembering that you had an audience. Slowly standing back up, you moved your hands to the button on your shorts, opening it and rolling your hips as you opened the zipper at a snail’s pace. You could see Jimin practically drooling, so you decided to tease him a little more. You began to move your hands up your body as you danced for him, one hand trailing over your breast, pausing to squeeze it as you bit your lip. You moved your hands back down your body, over your stomach and to your open shorts. Grabbing the band of your shorts, you began to pull them down inch by inch, causing all seven men’s breath to hitch as they got a peek at your barely there lace thong.

Just as your shorts reached the bottom of the swell of your ass, the song stopped. You turned around to give him one last look as you bent over and pulled your shorts back up. You heard him curse and you chuckled as you began looking around for your shirt. Once your shirt was back on you went back to your place next to Taehyung around the coffee table to six stunned faces.

Jimin was still in the chair, too stunned (and turned on) to move. He finally joined the rest of you, earning a few pats on the back and comments about how lucky he was from the two youngest.

“What?” you teased as you looked around at their shocked expressions. “Alright since I’ve already asked someone...Jin, why don’t you go?”

You had almost forgotten that he was here, he was so quiet this whole time, only watching the chaos unfold. You decided to include him and try to get him to loosen up a bit.

“Okay Taehyung, truth or dare?” Taehyung looked at you quickly before looking at Jin.

“Dare.”

Well, that didn’t take long, you thought. You waited to hear what type of evil Jin had for Taehyung.

“I dare you to kiss y/n for 30 seconds.” he said, and before you even had a chance to process what he had said, you saw Taehyung move towards you and grab your face. Before you could protest, Taehyung pressed his lips against yours, and you hated how much you liked the feeling. Damn it, you’re not supposed to like it y/n you said to yourself. You felt Taehyung’s tongue against the seam of your lips, and against your better judgement you opened them for him. The feeling of his sinful tongue brushing against yours was enough to elicit a whimper from your throat before you could hold it back. Shocked, Taehyung parted from your mouth and looked at you, his eyes blown wide with lust and you prayed that no one else heard.

“Time’s up, you two seemed to have fun.” You looked to your right and saw Jimin glaring at you, clearly displeased at the situation that had just taken place. You turned your head away in shyness at his stare, and waited for Taehyung to have his turn.

“Jungkook, truth or dare?” he asked. The maknae’s ears perked up, and he wasted no time answering.

“Dare.” he looked at you and winked, as if he knew what was about to happen.

“Hmm.. Okay Jungkookie, I dare you to try to make y/n moan in under 30 seconds.” Why are you their guinea pig? Oh yea, because you’re the only girl here. you stared at Taehuyng in disbelief, and you head Jimin muttering a string of profanities under his breath. “Oh, and you can’t use your hands.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be phased by this, and beckoned you over with two fingers, his gaze darkening as you decided to go to him. He patted his lap, and you sat in it, looking around and feeling somewhat shy about having an audience, but another part of you enjoyed it. You downed the rest of your drink and set it down before you turned to face Jungkook. He grabbed your hips with strength you didn’t know he had, and leaned in towards your neck.

“Start the time.” he told Taehyung, who had his phone out. As soon as Taehyung pressed ‘start’, you felt Jungkook’s soft lips on your neck, his tongue coming out to lick a strip up from your shoulder to your jaw. You were already worked up from the lapdance and your kiss with Taehyung, and you felt heat pool within you once again. That’s when you suddenly felt him grab your hair and pull back, forcing you to expose more of your neck. He bit down hard at the same time, and you couldn’t help the strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth. He pulled back at the sound, a look of triumph and lust in his eyes as he smirked down at you and licked his lips. “I guess you like it rough then, I’ll remember that.”

- Admin Rogue

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS after a breakup

Hyung Line

Part 3 of 3: Reconciliation

Alternate Title: Fucking Finally

Alternate Title 2: Plot Twist, Yoongi is S O F T for Reader

Alternate Title 3: We Finally Find Out Why Any Bitch Would Break Up with J-Hope (It’s Anti-Climatic)

Warnings: A little angst, mild smut (I had to stop myself because look that’s not what this series is about), cursing, alcohol as a coping mechanism, mental illness tw,teeth-rotting fluff (Ya’ll just wait til I write the Maknae line and finally reward Tae for putting up with reader’s dumbass), Soft Yoongi, sweet Namjoon, Jin being cute af, Hobi gets his sunshine back

@toothpresent​ Here you go!

Word Count: 4,666

Namjoon (RM)

Namjoon tries so hard not to reach out to you other than that once a week

But honestly, after all the media pictures of you out with Hyunwoo and your phone conversation, he feels ten times worse

It isn't as if he's necessarily territorial but something about you being on dates makes this all seem way too real

He can't sleep that night for imagining all kinds of scenarios in which you get a new boyfriend and he's forced to just watch

Finally he gets kinda pissed off

It isn't fair that you were able to just fuck off when he was on tour and barely even talk to him

Thing is you and Hyunwoo are absolutely just friends

He's just a super sweet guy you know and he saw you at the supermarket and thought you looked sad so he took you for coffee to cheer you up

Literally that's it he texts you sometimes but it's totally platonic

Namjoon is thinking the worst imagining you having wild sex all over the hotel room you had gotten after you moved out

You'd given Namjoon the room number bc he claimed to want to bring a box of your things over

He shows up empty handed, looking painfully cute in a hoodie and jeans

He's biting the inside of his cheeks and anxious so you let him in

"I lied, there's no stuff. I just needed to see you."

His eyes are so soft when he looks down at you

He hasn't seen you in person since you left and his eyes are shining and wet

He's standing so close to you that you can smell his cologne and it's making you feel some type of way

Namjoon, never at a loss for words, seems like he wants to say something but he's quiet for a moment

"Joon?" You finally say because he's just staring at you

"I don't want to do this anymore,” he blurts out.

Before you can respond he finds his words and you can't help but smile at him pacing around the hotel room

"I don't wanna pretend to be noble and know you're doing the right thing for you by leaving. I don't want to stand by and watch you move on. I don't want to be apart from you anymore." He stops pacing and looks down at you again.

You sigh. "Joonie, nothing has changed. Nothing is different."

“You’re right. Nothing is different. You’re gone and I’m still doing everything I was doing but it all seems to mean absolutely nothing. I can’t celebrate success when I’m at home drinking two bottles of wine with dinner because I can’t stand being in our house without you. I can’t feel happy about anything, Jagi.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and it’s true. You thought things would be better if you weren’t there to be needy and want more time with him. You thought if you weren’t fighting over petty things he’d be happier and you would too

But you just miss him

“And now you have some new boyfriend and I’m just supposed to be fine with it? I’m supposed to just live my life? I’m supposed to just casually scroll past articles about you moving on and just go to fucking work like I don’t feel like I’m underwater and my lungs are burning?”

He’s breathing hard and he’s taken a few steps toward you, crowding you

“I just thought it was the right thing to do, that we should just move on. You can do this without me, Joon. You’re strong.”

“You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know I can do this without you? I don’t want to. I don’t ever want to do this without you, Jagi. I have been great about this. I have been a fucking saint, but I can’t sit there and just let you go without a fight.”

“So what do you want me to do, Joon?”

He sighs, exasperated. “It’s very simple. I just want you to come home.” 

“But what about-” 

He misunderstands what you’re about to say.

“I don’t even want to hear his name,” he growls, voice deep, eyes flashing. “I just want you to come home with me and we can forget any of this ever happened.”

You’re shaking your head. “That’s not what I want, Joon. If I were to come home, things would just go back to the way they were.”

He takes your shoulders in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “Jagi I promise you I will do absolutely everything I can to make things different. I’ll take more breaks, God knows I need them. I’ll fly you out with us when we’re on tour. I’ll buy you a fucking house in every city we go to if I have to.”

You look up at him, biting your lip, but you don’t speak.

He’s watching your mouth and when you don’t agree or disagree he makes a frustrated sound in his throat and leans down to kiss you

Namjoon talks a lot but at this point action is the only way he knows how to get his point across

His hands are all over you

He lies you down on the bed and makes love to you sweeter than he ever has before and when he moans in your ear instead of dirty talk it’s stuff like “I love you,” and “I missed you so much” and “you’re so beautiful” and “don’t ever leave me again, huh, Jagi?”

When it’s over you’re cuddled up with your head on his chest

“You know, Hyunwoo is just a friend. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Now you fucking do.” 

You can’t help but laugh.

“So is it cool if I still go out to lunch with him sometimes?” 

“I don’t know, Jagi. If I see another article with a headline like ‘RM’s Girl Snuggling up to Monsta X leader’ I might throw my laptop out a window.”

You laugh again and when you look at him and see his dimpled smile things seem brighter than they have in a long time

Jin

Jin is the most mess out of all four of the hyung line

After you said that mean shit to him outside the cafe at first he’s bent on revenge and he hangs out with every female friend he has where the reporters can snap pictures

He plans to be flirty and charming but he ends up just asking for advice about what to do about you

They actually give him lowkey good advice

Even the ones that are mad attracted to him (who isn’t) just listen and tell him what they think 

Everyone wants Jin happy lbr

He’s just a sad pouty puppy and everyone wants the smile back on his face

The headline that catches your eye is “BTS Jin Seen Being Comforted by Unknown Female” and it’s a picture of Jin in a ball cap and face mask with his head in his hands and a girl with her hand on his shoulder

You’re not jealous, just kind of proud that he doesn’t seem to be flirting or out to get revenge 

Jin sees it and groans

Even the reporters are against him (Jin, you idiot, they’re doing you a favor)

You still won’t talk to him, though, and he’s still watching your pictures on the media and you’re hanging out with Changkyun all the goddamn time and he’s sick of it

He wakes up one morning to see a pic of you on your snapchat from the night before at a club with Changkyun with his arms wrapped around your waist and you doing a kissy face at the camera

God he hates you sometimes but you’re so fucking cute

He’s just like. D O N E

He gets dressed, throwing on day old jeans and a white t-shirt and goes to your sister’s house

You hear him arguing with her as you come out of the bathroom

You were getting ready to go out but you haven’t had time to do your makeup yet before you hear his voice

Jin and your sister had been friends before you’d ever met him and he’s giving her hell about something

She had actually introduced you 

“Damnit, if you don’t let me in I swear I’ll tell your husband about that guy who gave you a lapdance the night before your wedding-”

“Jin, you wouldn’t-”

You peer around the corner and he’s got his phone out, eyebrows raised

Jin:

Your sister sighs deeply and lets him in

“Asshole.”

“Bitch,” Jin says fondly, and pats her shoulder as he walks past, looking for you

Your sister gives you a pleading look and you smile at her to let her know it’s okay

His face softens when he sees you, freshly washed and bare faced and you look so good his heart aches

“Hey,” you say, not really knowing what else to say

“Hey,” he says back, uncharacteristically bashful

You let him in the guest room and he sits down on the bed, fiddling with his fingers

“So...what’s up?” You ask, waiting patiently for him to say something

“Not much...I just...wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

“I feel like we said everything we needed to at the cafe, right?”

“I didn’t,” he protests, and he’s looking up at you with such a kicked puppy look that you can’t say anything cruel

“So? Spill.”

He takes a deep breath. “Look, y/n, I know things have been shitty lately.”

“Understatement.”

He nods in agreement. “And I...I was being an idiot when I called and accused you of seeing someone else.”

You nod. “Yeah. You were.”

He sets his jaw. “However, you are seeing him like every five minutes now, so I feel like I had a right to be worried.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Maybe. So?”

He makes an irritated clicking sound in the back of his throat and stands up, coming toward you

“So, I want you back home,” he says simply, searching your eyes

“Why? So you can leave me on tour and flirt with a hundred girls while I sit around and wait for you?”

“No! No. Sure, I flirt, it’s who I am. You’re a bigger flirt than I am!”

He’s right, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it

“Thing is, though, I tried to go out and flirt to spite you.”

“Oh, real mature.”

He hums an agreement. “Well, you said some cruel shit, y/n. It hurt.” He placed a hand over his heart and you’d think he was trying to be funny but there really is hurt in his dark eyes

“So how’d the flirting go? Make any progress?” You can’t help the bitterness in your voice

He shakes his head. “Absolutely none. Know why?”

You shake your head.

“Because I’m heartbroken.”

You scoff. “Jin, it’s not the time to be funny.”

“I’m not being funny! There’s nothing funny about this. I keep trying to play it off but sweetheart, I’m a mess.” 

“You are?” You are hopeful, looking up and him, because God, you’ve been a mess too as much as you’ve managed to not look like it

“Huge mess. Huge. I’m just lying in bed all day fucking moping around. I’m not even wearing makeup lately all my fans are complaining.”

“No one is complaining, Jin.”

His lips perk up at one corner. “I know, I know. I was born this gorgeous.”

You roll your eyes but he’s getting closer to you and sliding his arm around your waist and God you missed this, your big handsome dork

“I’m sad. I’m sad all the time and I couldn’t even make bad jokes to charm my friends. My new nickname is ‘Sad Sack Hyung.’ It’s bad.

You laugh at him and he puts his hand on your face, smiling at you and he looks so soft

“God, I missed your laugh,” he says, peppering kisses on your jawline

You heave a deep sigh and your arms go around his neck slowly and he buries his face in your neck

“Can we be done with this? Can we just be done and go back home?”

You’re quiet for a moment.

“Maybe,” you say stubbornly and he hugs you tighter.

“Come on, Jagi. I’ll make food.”

“Bribing me with food?”

“It’s never steered me wrong before,” He’s murmuring against your neck and you are getting goosebumps

Your phone starts ringing on the dresser and you jump a little

You snake your hand out to look at it and Changkyun is calling since you’ve been going out for coffee once or twice a week

He just got cheated on by his long time girlfriend and you were really just drinking buddies, bitching about your exes

You’re all talk, you’re still crazy about Jin

Jin pulls away from you and frowns

“Don’t you dare answer it.”

You push him back and walk a few steps away, answering your phone and saying just a few short words to your friend

He knows instantly what’s going on after the cafe debacle 

Jin crosses his arms, pouty

He’s S A L T Y

You hang up and turn back to Jin. 

“So what are you going to make me?”

His face brightens a little but he doesn’t uncross his arms. “Was that him?”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know.”

“I don’t get jealous. I’m just curious,” he grumbles

“Sure, sure.”

His eyes shoot to yours and he’s serious all of a sudden

“So like, we’re back together, right?’

You smile at him. “I guess so.”

“Okay. Delete his number. Right now. I wanna see you do it.”

You burst out laughing and he doesn’t think it’s funny

All the way back to the house you’ve shared for two years he’s bitchy and grumbling

He’s like madder and madder because you just keep laughing at him

When you walk in the door he kind of slams it open and you just walk past him, shaking your head and putting your things down

“I’m serious! I don’t want you seeing him anymore. I can’t deal with you hanging out with some guy you used to fuck, Jagi-”

You cut him off by throwing your arms around him and kissing him, hard, and he moans into your mouth and melts into you

He pulls away first. “Don’t distract me. I’m mad at you,” but he’s smirking at you

“I didn’t fuck anybody, dumbass. He’s just a friend.”

“What?” He’s incredulous. “You really made me think you were fucking someone else all this time? I wasted so much time freaking out! We really just could’ve been back together all this time?” He’s going on a whole rant and you’re just giggling at him

“I’m sorry. I thought you really were with that girl, and I just...I wanted to get you back. I wanted to hurt you because I was hurt.”

“You fucking succeeded,” he said, voice low, and you can tell he actually is mad

His arms are still loose around you and you drag your nails across his bare forearms and kiss his neck 

When he shivers you know he’s done for

You don’t quite make it to the bedroom upstairs and he fucks you midway up the stairs with your legs around his shoulders

It’s hot but it’s sweet he’s saying all the right things about how it’s only ever been you, you’re the love of his life

You’re both hangry by the time you get through and you end up ordering takeout and watching Netflix with your legs in his lap, him trailing his fingers up and down your thighs

It’s like it never happened, and sure you’re both insecure, jealous morons, but you’ll make it work

Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi has a lot of pride and it’s tough for him to express how he feels to you

This is something you’ve always known and dealt with and you’ve been a fucking saint about it, in your opinion

So when he went full caveman mode at your friend’s house, you were d o n e

Not that it mattered, you knew he’d avoid you like the plague after an outburst like that

You were actually 100% dead wrong because like 4 hours later he’s blowing up your phone with text messages

At first it’s casual just like “hey”

When you don’t respond in five minutes it’s “you really dating that guy”

Then an hour later it’s “I’m sorry” and that’s when you know he’s probably super drunk

He’s not real big on apologies, your man

You hear your best friend cooing over Chanyeol’s swollen nose in the other room and you wince a little

This is a whole mess

But he’s texting you more than he has in like the last six months so you can’t help but respond

“where are you?”

“home. u coming?”

You don’t answer and when you knock on the door (which feels weird, since it’s been your house for like 2 years) he just yells for you to come in

He’s sitting in the dark on the couch like a psychopath

Like no lights on but the dim light of his laptop sitting by him on the couch

When you walk over warily he kind of jerks out and grabs your hand and pulls you down onto his lap and you let out a little scream 

“You’re not scared of me, are you, baby?” He asks against your neck, pulling you close to him, and his voice is low and miserable

You let yourself relax a little in his arms. He smells like beer and cigarettes but it’s still so familiar

“Of course not, Yoongi.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your throat, nuzzling you there, and he’s been so rarely affectionate in these past few months that you are shocked but grateful

You try to pull away to look at him but he won’t let you

“I’m just trying to talk to you, Yoongi, let me go.”

“No,” he says stubbornly, tightening his arms around your waist

You finally wriggle out of his grasp enough to pivot on his lap to see his face and he’s been crying and it makes you s o f t

You’ve always known that Yoongi loves you, he shows it with little actions and words but God knows you’re starving to know he cares in the last few months

You barely talked to him even when he was on tour, and you know that stress makes him distant but you were just aching for something just like this, just for him to give a shit after you left

He sniffs and jerks his chin up at you

“Did I break his nose?” he asks, voice petty 

You take in a deep breath. “No, but it was a near thing. You’re such a jerk.”

He shrugs. “I am sorry about the flowers.”

“Yeah, me too, they were a bitch to clean up.” 

“I mean, I’m sorry about the note.”

“You mean, calling me a brat?” 

He frowned. “No. You are a brat.” 

You hit his shoulder with the heel of your hand

“I just mean it didn’t say what I really meant.”

“Which is?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Yoongi, if you don’t, I’m gonna walk out of here.”

He takes in a deep breath and hugs you tighter to him, resting his chin on your shoulder

“You’re a brat but I want you to be my brat.” 

“Oh yeah?” Your voice is soft. You’re soft for him, you can’t help it

He nods against your shoulder, chuckling when you squeal because it tickles

“I guess I like you.”

“Lots of people like me. Chanyeol likes me,” you tease, and you squeal again when he growls and bites your shoulder gently

“I’m in love with you, brat.”

You:

He says “I love you” all the time but for some reason the “in love” thing just really gets you in your feelings

You’re quiet for a moment, being emo

“So are you coming back home, now?”

When you don’t answer right away he hugs you tighter

“Please?”

You:

You twist your head around to kiss him and when you pull away he’s all smiles

“We can get my stuff from y/bf/n’s later. You can apologize to poor Chanyeol.”

He scoffs. “Why would he be there? Waiting around on you?”

“No, you moron, because he’s her boyfriend. He fucking lives there.”

You laugh at the look on his face and he scrunches his nose at you flips you onto your back on the couch, touching his nose to yours

“You really are a brat for not just telling me that!”

You shrug. “Maybe you deserved it.”

“I almost had a heart attack worried about you with someone else. You’re a jerk. I don’t like you anymore.” He’s grumbling but he’s still smiling, giving you eskimo kisses, and you L O V E it

“Yeah, but you’re in love with me.” You’re grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah, whatever, brat.”

He kisses you senseless for hours, just making out and for the next few days he’s never not touching you, even holding your hand while he works on his laptop or rubbing your thigh when he’s eating dinner

He’s a grumpy jerk sometimes but you’re so fucking in love with him and now that you’re sure he feels the same way even though you’re an annoying brat life might just be perfect

Hoseok (J-Hope)

You come to him, because he’s given you time and space and you feel like he at least deserves an explanation

It’s been a full week since you’ve left

When he hears the key in the door he’s like a puppy, bouncing around as you come in the door, and before you can put your luggage down his arms are tight around you

Visual representation of Hobi as you come in:

You can't help but smile

He can almost always make you smile

“Baby, my bags-” you choke out, arms shaking at holding all your stuff because he’s got his arms under your elbows, hugging you

“Oh! I’m sorry, sunshine!” He takes your bags and throws them down unceremoniously

He’s grinning a mile wide

“You’re home!”

You smile weakly. “I was hoping it’d be okay if I could stay here for a little while.”

His face falls. “Sunshine, this is your home. Our home.”

You fiddle with the plastic bracelet on your wrist and Hobi’s not normally super observant but he notices. He grabs your wrist and gives you a confused look

“Sunshine, are you sick? What is going on? Will you please talk to me?” 

He’s talking so fast, rapid fire questions, and you feel a little overwhelmed

“Can we sit down?”

He ushers you to the couch, hovering over you as if he wants to touch you but isn’t sure if he should

You sit down and he’s looking at you, worried and expectant

“I’ve been having some...issues lately.”

“Jin told me that you called him about it. Why didn’t you tell me, sunshine?”

You sniffle, tears burning at the back of you eyes

“I was just...I was so sad all the time. For no reason. Of course I missed you, but that was nothing new. I always miss you when you’re away. I went to see someone...I had kind of a...breakdown.”

“Sunshine-” His voice is so soft, in a whisper, brows furrowed

“I was diagnosed with bipolar depression. I was...suicidal. I had all these thoughts, these horrible thoughts about how you’d be better off without me, everyone would, I was just a burden and bringing you down.”

He’s shaking his head vigorously but for once, he’s speechless.

“I stayed for a week and got the right meds. I know that a chronic illness is something that’s really hard to deal with, and I just don’t want to burden you with that. I know how important your music is to you and I just...I wanted to leave before things got bad.”

You’re crying in earnest now and he slides closer to you, gently taking your hand and you look at him. Tears are streaking down his cheeks

“Sunshine....I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave like that I just...I couldn’t tell you.”

“I’m just so sorry that you felt you couldn’t tell me that. I must be the world’s worst boyfriend for you to be suffering so much...” He’s crying so hard that he’s shaking and you squeeze his hand.

“You’re so perfect, baby. Just so happy and perky and I knew that this would be so hard for you. I just want you to be happy and I know that I can’t do that for you anymore. I couldn’t tell you how weak I was.”

“Weak?” He looks almost mad. “Weak? You’re the strongest person I know. You light up everything. Everything. You were suffering so much and you managed to keep it together, to get yourself help - that’s the strongest thing I can think of.”

“I just couldn’t imagine that you’d want me like this.”

He is mad, now, you can see it spread all over his face and he takes your cheeks in his and forces you to look right at him

“Sunshine I’d want you anyway I could have you, but this only makes me want you more. I am so sorry that you’ve had to do this alone and I swear to you that if you let me, I’ll do better. I’ll be here for you. I’ll take more breaks and I’ll call you every single day. I’ll make you trust me.”

Your heart is so full you think you might die

He is perfect, he calls you sunshine but really he’s yours, he’s lighting up all the dark parts of you now that you’re not hiding them from him

You jump at him, straddling his hips and hugging him as tight as you can

“I do trust you, baby. I love you so much and I’m so sorry I’m like this.”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he breathes into you neck. “You did what you needed to do and I promise to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

You cry for a while, huddled in his arms and he just hums against your neck, soothing you by stroking your hair, and when you pull away you’re smiling

“I missed your smile, sunshine,” he says, and you kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until your lips are swollen

You spend all night talking and he touches you so gently, almost reverently

Things are hard for a while, he treats you like fine china, like you might fall apart at any second

He doesn’t even ask you about Jackson but he gets this anxious look in his eye when Jackson calls or texts you

You notice and explain to him that nothing is going on

He tells you it’s not like he’s jealous, he just feels awful that you had to turn to someone that wasn’t him during a hard time

You prove to him that was your decision and your insecurities, and after time, he doesn’t even blink when you say you’re going out to lunch with your ex 

He keeps his word and talks to you every day, even when he’s thousands of miles away

You call him when you’re having a bad day, break down and cry and tell him all the awful things you’re thinking

He listens to you, soothes you, distracts you by asking you to help him with song lyrics

He writes a song called “Sunshine” and never releases it, only does it for you, sends you a video of it when he thinks you might feel down

He’s absolutely perfect

He’s everything you need and he accepts you, flaws and all, and you’re the luckiest girl in the world