#yoongi x plus size reader

[7ndipity]

“Made For Me”

Yoongi x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Yoongi comes home super needy, that’s it. It’s just pwp.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(fem receiving), unprotected sex(pls don’t do that), hair pulling, mentions of color system, swearing, not proofread

A/N: No thoughts, head empty, just horny, needy Yoongi. You’re welcome.(this was also partially requested, so thank you to the lovely anon who motivated me to finish this!)

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You were stood at the kitchen sink, washing a few stray dishes, when you heard the front door open and close.

“Y/n?” Yoongi called.

“In here.” You called over your shoulder.

No more than a few seconds later, a pair of strong arms slinked around your waist, a grin spread across your face as you felt him let out a contented sigh as he pressed himself to your back.

“Hi.” Yoongi said lowly in your ear.

“Hey.” You chuckled, leaning back into his embrace slightly. “How was your day?”

“Long.” He replied, brushing your hair aside so he could press a kiss to the side of your neck. “Kept thinking ‘bout you.”

“Really? What about?”

“How much I missed you, how much I love you, how good you felt last night.” His voice dropped as he spoke, a shiver running up your spine as he trailed his fingers across your stomach.

You turned your head to meet his hooded stare, allowing him to draw your lips into a slow, languid kiss, his tongue immediately probing into your mouth and earning a weak noise from you, spurring the growing warmth in your belly.

Slowly, he pulled away, looking up at you with dark eyes.

"C'mon." He whispered, taking your hand.

"Where are we going?" You asked in an equally soft tone, feigning ignorance.

"You know damn well." He said, making you giggle at his impatience. It wasn’t a side of him you got to see often.

He was forward when it came to initiating sex, yes, but he would usually take more time to wind you up, taking a great deal of pleasure from teasing you til you were as desperate as he was. Granted, it never took much to get you there, but still.

Leading you into the bedroom, he released his hold on your hand just long enough to pull the curtains, darkening the room just enough and giving that extra feeling of security that he knew you preferred.

“Now, where were we?” He asked, coming back to where you waited at the foot of the bed, watching him carefully. Once he was close enough, you pulled him in for another deep kiss, earning a pleased sound from him as you let your hands wander as his did, removing layers of clothing and caressing the newly revealed expanses of your bodies.

"So fucking soft." His lips dragged along your skin as he spoke, gripping onto the fullness of your sides as he kissed along the line of your shoulder, drifting down towards your chest.

"Yoongi." You breathed, not trusting your voice as he pushed you to lie back on the bed, now only in your bra and panties, catching you off guard as he knelt between your legs, rather than looming over you as he tended to do when he was in these moods.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want.” He soothed, his breath ghosting over your skin, making you shiver and clench around nothing.

“But first, I want you to suffocate me with these fucking thighs.” He growled, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively in his rough hands.

He leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to your heat before licking a stripe over your underwear, making your breath catch in your throat.

“Can never get enough of this pussy.” He murmured, hooking his fingers into material to pull them down, letting out a shaky breath as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him.

“Already so wet, and I’ve barely done anything. Are you really always this needy for me?”

“Yes.” You admitted, not caring that he was trying to tease you, you just wanted him to do something, anything. “Yoongi, please.”

“Hmm, since you said please.” He leaned in again, licking another stripe through your folds, humming at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He teased your clit lightly, kissing and licking the sensitive bud gently before sealing his lips around it and sucking harshly, causing your hips to buck up into his face.

“Fuck!” You squirmed as he continued his ministrations, but he held you in place, hooking his arms around your legs to keep you from moving around too much.

He repeated the pattern of teasing licks and suction a few more times before slipping a finger in, making you whine slightly, needing more, but knowing if you were too impatient, he would give you nothing.

Luckily, he could read your body like a book, adding a second finger as he pumped into your squelching heat, curling them upwards slightly to find the spot that made your head fall back as you let out another choked whine.

“I’m-, fuck, I’m close.” You said, hands coming down to tug at his hair.

He hummed against you, the reverberations sending you toppling over the edge, moaning his name and rutting against his face as you came.

He worked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, only stopping when he felt you twitch from sensitivity, pulling away to smirk at you, wiping the sheen of your arousal from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before coming up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Turn over.” He ordered as you parted, his voice still soft despite the lustful rasp in it.

With shaky limbs, you rolled over onto all fours, letting him manhandle you slightly as he moved you into the position he wanted.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He growled, leaning over you, kneading your ass as he ground his hips against yours teasingly, letting you feel his hard length rub along your wet folds, collecting some of your wetness, before suddenly pressing against your entrance and slipping in, not stopping until he was fully sheathed in your twitching heat.

You moaned in unison at the stretch before he quickly began to set the pace, building up a tempo that had your tummy tightening again already. Your limbs began to shake, arms quickly giving out and letting you fall forward with your face in the pillows, muffling your increasing whines.

Letting out a low growl, Yoongi caught hold of your hair, tugging you back up so that your back was pressed to his front as he continued to pound into you.

“Fuck, this fucking pussy feels so good.” He grunted, snapping his hips into yours at a near animalistic pace. “Was fucking made for me, wasn’t it?

“Yoongi.” You whined as you clutched at him for stability, tears slipping down your face.

“Color?” He asked, slowing slightly as he noticed your tears.

“Green, so fucking green.” You panted. “Please, don’t stop.”

He grinned before picking up his pace again, slamming into you harder and making you cry out.

“God, you’re so perfect, can’t believe you’re mine.” He groaned, thrusts growing more frantic and sporadic as he neared his high.

“Y-yoongi.” You whimpered his name again.

“What is it Doll, hmm?” He asked, feeling you clenching around him. “You need to cum again?”

“Yes!” You gasped. “Please, Yoongi, please!” You were babbling, and Yoongi could tell you were close to your breaking point.

Slipping a hand around your front, he found your clit and rubbed it furiously, making you quake beneath him as you came, squeezing him so tight he could barely move.

“Fuck, Doll!” Pulling out, he quickly jerked himself a few more times before cumming across your back, painting your skin with splashes of white.

Fatigue setting in quickly, you more or less collapsed on the bed, drifting in and out for a minute, slowly focusing back in as you felt a calloused hand gently brushing the hair out of your face, stroking your cheek tenderly.

“There you are.” Yoongi said, a soft smile teasing at the corners of his lips as your eyes focused on him lying next to you, a blanket now covering the both of you.

“You checked out on me for a minute there.” He said gently. “You okay? How do you feel?”

“Good, tired.” You said, giving him a sleepy grin. “How ‘bout you?”

“Better now.” He said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Can I get you anything?”

You shook your head. “Just hold me?”

“Done.” He said, scooching closer and wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you.” You said, snuggling against him.

“Thank you.” He replied.

“For what?”

“Everything.” He said. “For loving me, for letting me love you.”

Gosh, you really do turn into the biggest softie after sex, don’t you?” You giggled.

“Agh, nevermind, just go to sleep.” He grumbled, resting his head on yours.

“Yoongi?” You said.

“What?”

“I love you too.”

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz @ldysmfrst

[mother2monsters]

(Another untitled)

I'm trash, but my friend loves it. Not proofread, my bad...

“Love sometimes isn’t enough Hobi. I love you and you love me and we can love each other and not be together. I never want to hold you back or feel like I’m causing you to miss out on life or experiences.  Love doesn’t equal sexual attraction.  It’s ok, we…”

The look in his eyes silenced her mid-speech. 

He’s never looked at her that way. Slowly, she tried to back away to maybe try to give him space and time to let what she was saying sink in. Eventually he had to see that she was right. I mean, a girl can only masturbate so much. But the further away she got, the closer he came towards her.  

The thing with Hobi was when he was mad, you’d know it. He’d raise his voice a little, put some more bass in it. Let it be known. However, this was so far beyond mad, there wasn’t any space left in the room for any other emotion and the rage was so thick in the air she began to get lightheaded. 

Silence as he stalked closer, eyes never leaving hers. 

He didn’t have to raise his voice, the silence of the room was deafening. 

“Strip”.  He commanded in a voice so deep she felt it in her bones, causing her to shiver. 

Filled with indignation, totally disregarding the danger her instincts told her she was in, she tried to push past him as she told him she didn’t want a pity fuck. 

The words are caught in her throat as he wraps his long slender fingers around the column of her neck and squeezes in warning as he pushes her against the wall.   

He never raises his voice. In a harsh whisper he states “Instead of asking me like an adult, you assume you know my reasoning” he pulls a pocketknife out of one of the many pockets in his camo. “You then decide to try to end things with me” he pushes her further into the wall and puts the blade right up under her chin. She’s shaking at this point, realizing he did just finish his service and she has no idea the things he may have endured or suffered through. She tries to plead with him but he silences her with a squeeze to the throat. 

“You are mine. To fuck, to not fuck, to love, to spoil, to take care of…you are mine…”

Slowly he drags the blade from her throat to her shirt and down her chest ripping the fabric as he goes. 

“You wanted to see the man behind the mask, you wanted to know why I haven’t touched you yet, why I haven’t gorged myself on your cum, fucked you until all you know is how to scream my name…well you’re about to find out….color?”

Taken aback, the word green flies from her mouth before her brain could catch up and at that utterance, he kisses her so passionately he steals her breath. Then he glares, “strip before I cut off the rest”. 

Shaking she removes the leggings she was wearing and her favorite pair of boy shorts.   He picks her up underneath her thighs and walks her to the bed gently lying her down. If it wasn’t for the look in his eyes, she’d think they were about to make love. 

[sweetestofchaos]

Look At You | K.SJ + M.YG

Paring: Seokjin x Plus Size!Black Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: 18+

WC: 5.4K

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 (𝗆/𝖿/𝗆), 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖭𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗐𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖭𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝖱𝗈𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖢𝗎𝗆 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖢𝗎𝗆 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝖠𝗌𝗌 𝖤𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖬𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖮𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌, 𝖢𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗌, 𝖵𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖫𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖲𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖯𝗅𝗎𝗀, 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗆/𝖿 | 𝗆/𝗆), 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖣𝗈𝗆!𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝖲𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁!𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂

Summary: Whenever their plus sized girlfriend lets her confidence shine through, they get dumb and horny. 

OR 

You are feeling cute in your new heels and your boyfriends don’t know how to act.

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖧𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. thank you again to @itaeewon​ for the wonderful banner. shout out to @theharrowing​ and @horanghater​ for betaing this messy little fantasy of mine. this is so self indulgent that i can't even speak upon it. i enjoyed writing this a little too much and i hope you enjoy reading it!​

𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 

Yoongi couldn’t remember how he got here. One minute he was sitting in the living room with Seokjin, playing a game while you got yourself ready to go out for the night. Seokjin had made a reservation at a fancy restaurant, so he was dressed nicely in a black silk button down with the first three buttons open that was tucked into a pair of black pressed slacks. The black suit jacket was hung by the door. His hair was neatly styled to stay out of his face and off his forehead. 

Yoongi in turn wore a white button down that was tucked into black dress pants. He thought you would enjoy the whole suit and tie, so he wore a black tie with a black waist coat. His dark hair was brushed out of his face, a small section of strands was left alone to hang in his eyes on purpose. The matching black suit jacket was also hung by the door behind Seokjin’s; they were just waiting on you.

It never took you too long to get ready. By now, you had your makeup routine down to thirty minutes and since your hair was styled in passion twists, you only had to pull them into a cute waterfall ponytail with two single twists left out by your temples. Tonight wasn’t anything special but after your trip to the mall with your best friend, Jimin, you were feeling yourself. Leave it to that man to hype you up past anything you’ve ever known. He talked you into buying a lingerie set to match the brand new heels you got. Needless to say, after the trip to the mall you were excited to show your new finds to your boyfriends. 

When Seokjin said that he and Yoongi were taking you out, you had formed a plan. You had felt a little bad about ruining your night out, but you knew it would be worth it. Now that you looked at yourself in the full length mirror, you knew it would be worth it. The heels you had on gave you a nice amount of height, the pink lacey set you wore hugged your curves, pushed up your breasts, and left very little to the imagination. You even went as far as to attach a garter belt around your waist to help keep up a pair of white and pink thigh high stockings…you looked sexy. You felt sexy.

You walked out of your shared bedroom wearing a black ruffled dress that needed to be zipped from the back. Could you reach the zipper yourself? Yes, you could have…but did you want to? You smiled to yourself and walked down the hall to the living room, your new heels clicking on the tiled floor.

“Darling? You ready to go?” Yoongi had asked without looking away from the tv screen. They were playing Mario Kart and Seokjin shouted as their friend Jungkook hit his kart with a turtle shell. “Darling?” 

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder at your lack of response and the controller clattered to the floor. Seokjin shot Yoongi with an unimpressed side eye but continued to play the game.

“Can you zip me up?” you asked with a shy smile and Yoongi swallowed thickly before he nodded his head.

“You brat!” Seokjin screamed into his mic on his headset as Jungkook passed him on the screen.

Your heels clicked on the floor again as you walked closer to the couch and this time, you came into Seokjin’s peripheral vision. He glanced at you and looked away before his head whipped around to look at you again. Your legs were out and his dick twitched in his slacks. Biting your lip to keep the smile off your face, you turned your back on your boyfriends and waited to be…zipped. You felt their eyes on you and it made goosebumps come to life on your skin.

“You win, JK!” Seokjin muttered into his mic before he turned the game off, ripped off the headset and Yoongi rose to his feet. Seokjin watched like a hawk as Yoongi stood behind you, slightly to the side so that Seokjin could see everything.

“What’s this, darling?” Yoongi whispered, his cool fingertips tracing the pink strap of your bra. “I don’t remember you having pink.”

“And we would remember!” Seokjin chimed in.

“This?” you questioned and turned around with wide innocent eyes. “I got it today while I was out with Jimin.”

Seokjin rose to his feet and walked over, his eyes dark as he drank you in. 

“Strip.”

With one word you knew that the reservations for tonight were canceled.

It was here in his lap with the way your walls welcomed his cock in a warm embrace that Yoongi found heaven. As your hips ground against his pelvis, he watched as if in a trace, the way your ass jiggled with each tiny movement. You looked so soft, your thighs plush and bouncy; he couldn’t help but to hold onto you tighter. His fingers dimpled your skin and Yoongi found himself once again transfixed. A thin layer of sweat covered your body as you rode him and he wanted a taste. Suddenly his tongue felt much too large for his mouth and he started to drool. He licked at his lips and a shadow loomed from above.

“Is Yoongi making you feel good, sweet girl?”

Seokjin’s voice was cool water, washing over Yoongi’s mind as it cleared the thick, pleased fog from his eyes. You were moaning loudly, begging Yoongi to fill your warmth with his seed. You  were babbling incoherent words that made little to no sense as you bounced on his dick. Clearing his throat, Yoongi slurped up the drool in his mouth and swallowed before he looked at Seokjin who wore that all too familiar smirk on lips.

“I think our little love can handle more.” Seokjin reached out and tangled your twists around the fingers of his left hand. He tilted your neck and smiled down at you before he flicked his gaze to Yoongi. 

“Don’t you agree, Yoongi?”

Yoongi nodded his head silently to which Seokjin tutted as he stroked your cheek with his free hand.

“Seems like the cat has indeed got your tongue,” Seokjin joked and Yoongi wanted to roll his eyes but he didn’t. He watched, unblinking, as Seokjin pulled your head downward, making you shift in Yoongi’s lap. He tightened his hold on your hips to keep you from falling into Seokjin’s thighs or worse onto the floor. “I’ve waited long enough, sweet one.” Seokjin’s words were a clear order and Yoongi watched as you balanced yourself on his thighs, tightening your walls around his dick while you struggled to undo the button and zipper of Seokjin’s jeans in your hazy headspace. Taking pity on you, Seokjin gently slapped your hands away and undid his pants with one hand while still keeping a tight grip on your twists.

He raised one perfectly waxed eyebrow and you pawed wildly at his pants, pulling the fabric halfway down his thick thighs, along with the black Balenciaga boxer briefs; Seokjin’s cock sprung free, bobbing slightly as the flushed tip oozed a small pearl of precum. You leaned forward and Seokjin tightened his grip on your hair slightly, keeping you from what you wanted at that moment. 

“Easy, sweet girl. Don’t want to hurt that lovely throat, right?” 

Seokjin gripped the base of his dick and traced the shape of your lips, smearing his precum like gloss. Your tongue flicked out to tease the tip and tasting the saltiness of him made your mouth water. Your lips parted and Seokjin huffed a deep laugh.

“Patience love,” he whispered, dragging the length of his cock along your jawline, cheeks and lips. A sticky mess, a clear homemade mask of his precum started to dry on your skin and Yoongi’s own length twitched inside of you. Readjusting his grip on his dick, Seokjin smirked as he continued to smear his precum on your face. He tapped your lips with the tip, the clear gloss thickened with each swipe. Biting his bottom lip, Seokjin slapped his cock against your cheek once and you whined, full lips pouted.

Yoongi groaned as he watched you silently beg for Seokjin’s dick. He knew how you looked, eyes wide, mouth open with your tongue poked out. Just the thought of your face made Yoongi want to come right there and then but he held off. 

Seokjin’s hand came in contact with your cheek, the light smack made you moan and clench tighter around Yoongi as your eyes fluttered closed. Seokjin smacked you once more. 

“Eyes on me!” 

Yoongi’s eyes snapped to Seokjin’s face and he felt his cheeks heat up, seeing that Seokjin wasn’t talking to him, but you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth and come down your throat. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir!” you moaned and Seokjin glanced at Yoongi. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he pressed himself into your awaiting mouth, not once taking his eyes off Yoongi.

The warmth of your mouth, the way your lips wrapped around the base of his length and sucked…Seokjin let you bob your head as he kept watching Yoongi. The signs of need were there in his sparkling brown eyes, blown wide and skin flushed. He could see the way Yoongi’s Adam’s apple kept bobbing as he swallowed repeatedly. Seokjin nodded his head and Yoongi started to circle his hips, swirling himself against the wet walls of your pussy. You both moaned from the feeling and Yoongi jumped, feeling Seokjin’s hand on his cheek. He hadn’t even noticed that his eyes closed. Seokjin’s fingers were sticky with his precum and as they moved towards Yoongi’s mouth, his lips parted silently.

Seokjin grinned and pressed  his index and middle fingers against Yoongi’s tongue. Yoongi tried not to gag but Seokjin’s fingers were long, reaching nearly all the way into the back of his throat. There were no words spoken as Seokjin fucked his fingers in and out of Yoongi’s mouth, teasing the wet muscle between his two fingers, pinching and stroking until Yoongi was a slobbering mess.

Seokjin bit his bottom lip and grunted as he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat. At the same time, Yoongi moaned around his fingers because you had squeezed around his dick suddenly. Seokjin slipped his fingers free from Yoongi’s mouth and gripped his chin before he directed his head down to look at the way your body reacted to their touch. 

From how you were bent over in Yoongi’s lap, speared on his cock with Seokjin’s stuffed in your throat, your asshole was on full display. It clenched and unclenched as Seokjin started to fuck your mouth, much to Yoongi’s delight. Sliding a hand from around your waist, Yoongi smacked your ass and watched it jiggle. You moaned and Seokjin held your head down against his pelvis, the dark pubic hair tickling your nose.

“I want her to come within the next ten minutes.”

Seokjin pinched Yoongi’s face in his hand, his cheeks squished together as he was forced to pout. 

“Spit on it.”

Yoongi felt the drool collect in his mouth at Seokjin’s words and he easily grabbed your ass cheeks in his large hands; spreading them more to get a better angle of your untouched hole. Yoongi let the spit in his mouth gather at the front of his tongue before he tucked his chin and spit. The glob landed on its intended mark, making all three of you moan. Seokjin slid his hand to Yoongi’s hair and watched as Yoongi smeared his spit with his thumb, the thick digit teasing your rim with a little pressure.

“Nine minutes,” Seokjin hissed as you swallowed around him.

Yoongi wasted no more time. He gathered more spit in his mouth, collected your combined arousal from where you made a mess on his lap and spit once again. He pressed two fingers covered in your essence into your tight hole and hissed as you squeezed around both his fingers and cock like a vice. Taking control, Seokjin started to fuck into your mouth, biting down harshly on his bottom lip as your ass bounced in Yoongi’s lap. From his angle he saw the way ripples moved each time your ass smacked against Yoongi’s lap. His stomach clenched at the sight and he could hear the blood rushing behind his ears.

Yoongi’s voice was low and gravely as he moaned, crooning your name as he chased his release. From the way your walls were squeezing him, he knew you were close. The need to overstimulate and fuck you dumb muddled his mind as he started to finger fuck your ass and drive his hips harder into you. Tears spilled from your eyes, clumping your lashes together as spit and precum dribbled from the corners of your mouth. Full. That was the only thought on your mind. You felt so full, yet so empty. You wanted both of your lovers to come, you wanted to be filled past capacity. 

“Five minutes.”

You whined as another slap was delivered to your ass – by who you couldn’t tell but, the sharp pleasure-pain was just what you needed to push you over the edge. Blood rushed loudly behind your ears, a high pitched tone sounded in your head and your vision turned white with spots of black as your orgasm crashed into you. 

Yoongi and Seokjin both groaned, hissing in pleasure as your body locked up, tensing in all the right places. Seokjin forced himself down your throat and listened to you gag as he came with a loud moan. Yoongi pulled his fingers from your ass and held on tightly to your hips as your pussy tried to push him out. The tightness was heaven and he came, pushing past your own release to fill you with his cum. Seokjin pulled out as the last of his orgasm trickled from him and watched with lidded eyes as you coughed and sputtered. His heart beat quickly in his chest and he knelt down before you, cupping your face in his hands. 

Wiping away your tears with his thumbs, Seokjin pressed his mouth to yours and kissed you deeply while Yoongi rubbed small, soft circles into your hips. The warmth that settled over the three of you was tiring, but you pushed through. As Seokjin pulled away, he kissed the tip of your nose and helped you sit up correctly in Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi wrapped his arms around your stomach, his fingers hot against your skin. You leaned back into his hold and turned your head, capturing Yoongi’s lips in a slobber, tears, and cum-filled kiss.

Giving your sides a light squeeze, Yoongi broke the kiss and nibbled playfully at your jaw. He glanced at Seokjin from under his lashes as he pressed his cheek against yours and smiled wickedly. Seokjin was still hard and leaking like he hadn’t just flooded your throat. Chuckling, Yoongi kissed your shoulder and squeezed your hips in his hands. He didn’t want to let you up, he wanted to keep you all to himself and bask in the warmth of your body and pussy. The afterglow of sex always looked good on you; he loved the way your skin was sweaty and shined in the light. The baby hairs at your hairline curled, and the way you let yourself melt into nothing was beautiful.

“Darling,” Yoongi whispered against your ear as he started to stroke the soft skin of your inner thigh. You hummed in acknowledgement but made no show of moving to which Yoongi chuckled and skimmed the tip of his nose along your shoulder. “I don’t think Jinnie is finished with you.”

Yoongi’s words forced you to come down from the cloud that you were resting on. Your vision slowly became clearer as you blinked, and sure enough Seokjin stood a few steps away, stripping out of his clothing. You could see that he was still hard and a shiver trembled throughout your body. Yoongi felt your walls as they tightened around him and he grunted, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Give me a moment, darling. Okay? Let Jinnie take care of you.” Yoongi patted your thighs and you nodded your head. Seokjin would take care of you and you couldn’t wait. “Where do you want her, Hyung?” Yoongi called out to Seokjin, who had started to turn around. 

Seokjin’s eyes darkened as he took in your post-orgasmic state. The way your eyes struggled to stay open was cute, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. Your breasts called to him as you sat in Yoongi’s lap with his dick plugging your pussy. Seokjin bit his bottom lip and nodded his head after he decided where he wanted you.

“On the bed, sweet girl.” 

You took a breath and Yoongi offered you support as you carefully lifted yourself from his lap. A full body shiver wracked your form as Yoongi’s length slipped from between your folds and skimmed the skin of your inner thigh. You tried to tighten your walls to hold onto Yoongi’s cum. You knew that any spillage would result in five smacks to your ass and a pouty Yoongi. Yoongi patted your backside as your feet touched the floor and he pressed a sweet kiss to the small of your back.

“Easy, darling. Don’t want to waste any.”

Seokjin watched, unblinking as you took small steps towards the bed. Your thighs rubbed together as you forced your body to keep Yoongi’s release inside and he licked his lip. 

“On your back and bend your knees.”

You crawled onto the bed, your body shaking as you situated yourself in the middle. You bit your tongue, your legs trembling as the mattress dipped from Seokjin’s weight. Fingers caressed your calves, tickled the back of your knees and left behind goosebumps in their wake as they trailed up, up, up your thighs. Seokjin stared down at you from the side, his chest was flushed, the tips of his ears red as he devoured your naked form. 

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” Seokjin’s order was soft yet firm as he tapped your left knee lightly. Inhaling, you parted your legs and heat crept up your neck and hugged your face. Your muscles were tensed and Seokjin grinned as he waved a textured purple silicone plug in the air. “We won’t waste a single drop, right?” Seokjin teased as he reached down and pressed the tip of the plug against your clenched lips. “Easy, baby.”

The pressure was slight and you moaned as the grooves of the plug slid against your walls. You felt the stretch as the plug laid inside you, the fullness from Yoongi’s cum, still warm and heavy in your womb. Seokjin leant over you and pressed a ghost of a kiss to your lips, his teeth nipped at your jaw and he traveled lower and lower until the peaks of your pebbled nipples were eye level. His hands were warm as he cupped both your breasts and he let out a hum of approval as your breast spilled out from his large hands. He pinched your nipples between his thumb and index finger, the sharp sting made your back arch as you gasped. 

Seokjin watched in awe as your face broke out in sweat from the pleasure-pain. He loved it when you lost yourself to him. Again and again he pinched and rolled your nipples, often he leant down and laved his tongue along the sensitive flesh before he wrapped his lips around the puckered skin. Your voice was breathless, airy gasps and wordless pleas for more.

“Use your words, sweet girl.” 

You whined at Seokjin’s words, you wanted him and you knew he understood that. Determined to prove your point without words, you opened your mouth wide, stuck your tongue out lewdly and grabbed Seokjin’s right wrist, pulling his hand to your throat while your other hand squeezed your breast roughly.

“Such a needy girl you are,” Seokjin cooed as he applied pressure to your throat. His thumb dug into the muscle at your throat and the air that flooded your lungs started to lessen bit by bit. “You never cease to amaze me.” Seokjin’s words were sincere and tears burned in your eyes. He laughed at your reaction and leaned in close, the warmth of his dick burned against the side of your stomach while his brown eyes pierced yours. 

“I’m gonna fuck you, deep and hard,” Seokjin tightened his hold around your throat as he spoke and you moaned, “So, close that pretty little mouth and take this dick.” He moved between your legs and slid his free hand down to your hip. He looked at the plug and his dick twitched against his stomach. Sliding his hand down lower, his fingers brushed your clit and you jumped from the sudden touch. Again, Seokjin chuckled and his hand moved lower; past the plug to your slick ass. The wetness from Yoongi’s spit and your combined arousal was sticky, making it easy for Seokjin as he pressed two fingers into your ass. You clenched around his fingers, a moan caught under the pressure of his hand around your throat. 

Seokjin kept his eyes on your face as he stretched you, the urge to just dive right in was hard to ignore but Seokjin took his time. He made sure to press against your walls, curl and spread his fingers wide to loosen you even more than Yoongi already had. The hand around your throat loosened and Seokjin spit in his palm. He grunted as he wrapped his hand around his length and stroked it a few times, shuffling upward on his knees to get closer to your ass. The blunt tip of his dick pressed against the small gaping hole and you both moaned as Seokjin bottomed out in one thrust. 

“Legs up, sweet girl.” 

Seokjin moved his arm to catch the back of your legs in the crook of his elbows, your thighs pressed against each other, and he threw his head back in ecstasy as the softness of your body rippled with each jerk of his hips. 

“Fuck!”

A breathy moan caught your attention for a moment. Your head rolled to the side and Yoongi sat on the bed stroking himself in time with Seokjin’s thrusts. His eyes were glazed over, darkened with lust as he leered at your bouncing breasts. You pouted at Yoongi and reached out for him. You wanted him. Needed him to touch you wherever Seokjin couldn’t. As your hand waved in his line of sight, Yoongi snapped out of the trance your body put him in and he licked his bitten lips. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling.” Yoongi’s praise wasn’t needed but it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine nonetheless. As he fully crawled onto the bed, Yoongi carefully reached out and placed his hand on your stomach. His rough fingers traced the uneven and discolored marks on your sides and around your navel. Again, tears fought to leak from your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly. Not quick enough because Yoongi’s lips were on your skin, kissing wet, open mouth trails along your stretch marks. 

Seokjin pinched your thigh and you yelped from the sudden pain. He watched you over Yoongi’s body and narrowed his eyes, his hips stilling before he pulled out all together. You whined and Seokjin pinched you once more. He moved from between your legs and joined Yoongi on the opposite side of your body. His hands and lips followed the same marks as Yoongi and your heart beated widely in your chest.

Lovely. Beautiful. Perfect. Ours. All. Ours.

The combined warmth from their hands, the soft tickles from their fingertips, the whispered words of praise and love. It was all too much and your body trembled as you cried silently. Yoongi’s tongue flicked at your navel as he massaged the soft skin, pressing as lightly as possible, like a cat kneading a blanket. Possessive and sweet. Seokjin kissed his way up your body, his tongue peaking out once in a while to sample the stretch marks on your breasts and shoulders. As he kissed the tender flesh of your throat, you held your breath as he skimmed his nose up the length of your jaw to your ear. 

“I’m gonna put a baby in you…if Yoongi hasn’t already.” 

You whined at the words and any retort died on Seokjin’s tongue as he crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was messy, needy, and filled with so much raw desire, you felt your heart grow twice over in size from the love. Seokjin scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed the pack of wipes that are stashed in the nightstand. Wordlessly he cleaned himself and tossed the used wipe onto the nightstand. 

He turned back to you and Yoongi shifted to give Seokjin room, but kept his hands on your body, touching every inch of you. As Seokjin settled back between your legs, Yoongi easily pulled the plug from between your legs and Seokjin pressed forward, replacing the plug. He was wider and a breathy shutter left your lips. Yoongi smirked as he held the plug up to your face. You could see the creamy white fluid and Yoongi tapped the tip to your lips.

Parting your lips, you licked at the tip, not once breaking eye contact with Yoongi as you sucked his and your cum off the plug. The smile on Yoongi’s face grew larger as your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Seokjin started to grind into you. Your body felt like it was going to explode. The attention and care was needed; acted like small invisible stitches that held your body together when the world and your mind were not kind.

“Look at you, darling,” Yoongi whispered as he nose brushed against yours. “So fucking perfect for us…gonna give Hyung a baby? Get nice and round with our babies?” Yoongi teased as he stroked the softness of your stomach. He nuzzled his nose into your jaw and kissed your ear, “Can’t wait to cook for you. Have you seated on Hyung’s cock while I feed you and our baby…never wanting for anything.” 

Yoongi groaned, his member starting to hurt from how worked up his own imagination got him. Taking pity, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his length to which Yoongi shook his head as he bit his lip.

“C-Can I…” 

Yoongi’s chest and neck flushed as he shifted on the bed. He motioned to your breasts and you smiled as his face burned. You understood the question and nodded your head, moving your braids from underneath your shoulders to be on the safe side. Yoongi started to straddle your chest and you stopped him. He raised an eyebrow and stared at you silently.

“You wanna eat his ass, sweet girl?” Seokjin’s voice was rough as he moaned through his words and Yoongi’s eyes widened. He smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. 

“Whatever you want, darling.”

This time when Yoongi straddled your chest, you didn’t stop him as he sat with his back facing you. You had a clear view of his ass and it was cute. Always had been. Yoongi grabbed your breasts in his hands and jumped as you placed your hands on his hips. 

Looking over his shoulder, he stared down at you, “Are you-”

You squeezed his perky butt and Yoongi moaned softly. Nodding his head, Yoongi raised himself up a little on his thighs to give you better access to his ass. You cupped the globs of flesh and licked your lips. It wasn’t often that Yoongi offered himself up and you were going to make it worthwhile. Wetting your lips, you circled his rim with the tip of your tongue, lapping at sensitive muscle as it clenched around nothing. 

As Yoongi whimpered in need, you let spit collect in your mouth, rolled your tongue around and shoved two fingers into your mouth. Yoongi’s head dropped down to his chest and he spit on his dick once before he started to rock his hip back and forth. The delicate skin of your breasts, smooth and warm, made him shiver and he groaned low in his throat at the feeling of the two wet fingers that pressed against his spit slick entrance. 

“The fucking sounds you make…damn,” Seokjin panted as he snapped his hips harder against you. You choked on your spit as an orgasm rushed through you and Seokjin growled as he fucked you through it. Breathing through the pleasure as your body shook, you pressed your fingers past Yoongi’s entrance and he moaned your name loudly. His hips picked up speed as he humped against your breast and you tilted your head upward, sticking out your tongue to lick at Yoongi’s perineum. 

Crooking your finger, you felt just what you were looking and Yoongi gasped, his whole body locking up as the pleasure washed over him in waves. His hips stuttered and he whined as you continued to abuse his prostate with expert fingers. Seokjin reached out and grabbed a fist full of Yoongi’s dark hair, pulling him forward as their lips crashed together. Their moans were muffled and wet, swallowed and spit back out into each other’s mouths. Seokjin’s stomach started to clench as your walls choked his cock tighter than before. He knew another release was coming and grunted as he bit Yoongi’s lower lip.

“Shit!”

“Fuuuuuck! Ah, yeeeesss!” 

Seokjin and Yoongi moaned, coming at the same time as each other. You slowed your fingers, not waiting to hurt Yoongi as you worked him through his release while Seokjin licked his fingers and started to rub your clit while his hips worked lazily. 

“Come for me, sweet girl.” Seokjin hissed as your walls squeezed him again and again. He knew you were close and Yoongi bent down to help. He pushed Seokjin’s fingers out of the way and wrapped his lips around your puffy clit. Screaming, your body jackknifed into a hard arch as you came with a few hard sucks.

“Jesus!” Seokjin moaned as his cock was forced out of your from the power of the orgasm. Yoongi scooted down your chest, keeping his weight off you to get better access to your leaking pussy.

“No! Noooo! T-Too much!” you cried, tears streaming down your face and Yoongi giggled.

“Safeword?” Seokjin gave Yoongi a stern glare while he panted to catch his breath and you shook your head. Seokjin smirked and Yoongi giggled again as he licked at your pussy all the more. You tried to close your legs, but Seokjin held them wide open. You whined feeling yourself fall right into another orgasm without any warning. 

The pressure in your stomach was heavy, it felt like you had to pee, and before you knew it, a gush of clear liquid rushed out. Seokjin and Yoongi both shouted in surprise as Yoongi’s face got hit and Seokjin stared with wide eyes. Panting, you tried to close your trembling legs and Seokjin grinned wickedly. 

He moved from between your legs and started to massage your sore muscles. Yoongi wiped his face with the back of his hand and Seokjin laughed while you hid your face in the blankets.

“That was so fucking hot,” Seokjin kissed your hip as Yoongi got off you silently. Looking around, Yoongi grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped his face off better.

“Fuck, I wish we recorded that,” Yoongi pouted and you tried to kick at him, but Seokjin held your ankle. Shaking his head, Yoongi used the shirt to wipe his cum from off your stomach and pressed a kiss to Seokjin’s lips before he threw the shirt onto the floor. Yoongi flopped down on the bed beside you and pulled you into his arms. “I love you, darling.” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

Seokjin shimmed his way up the bed and pressed his lips to yours, “I want the two of you in the tub while I strip the sheets… Might have to invest in a mattress cover.”

“Shut up!” you whined as you slapped Seokjin's chest which made him and Yoongi both laugh.

“I’m just saying,” Seokjin joked with a peck to your temple before he rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. 

[bethanysnow]

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King Squishy

{TEASER}

SLATED TO RELEASE IN DECEMBER

alien king (jabba the hutt looking) yoongi x chubby secretary reader

She stared at the screen, squinting her eyes, completely tired from the strain of focusing on the screen in front of her. King Squishy, his ugly blob Majesty, trudged over to her. She had been recruited by the planet, Xalaxia, to manage their secretarial works requiring communications with earth. Since she knew the Xalaxian dialect and English with fluency, she had been the perfect gal for the job.

Y/N wouldn't have minded working on the lush green planet with pink golden sunsets, if not for her treacherously annoying and strict boss. The king of the planet himself. King Yoongi. Or as she liked to refer to him as, the bane of her existence. He would always harp on her to finish the work quickly even when she was ahead of schedule. And he would unscrupulously watch over her every move ,as though she were committing a crime by working diligently on behalf of his stale, rank pumpernickel ass.

He wasn't fluent in English, so he relied on her a lot for even diplomatic efforts of his planet. Here he came, entering the room with an infuriated face, waddling his squishy amber, amorphous ass resembling jelly like a duck. All the people on this planet had two forms, one that resembled something more similar to humans--average heights reaching up to 6 feet and up. The other form most of them carried was that of a a normal human face on top of what could not be described in any other words other than a goopy blob that would shapeshift to form humongous tentacles. The black appendages would sometimes drip inky obsidian fluids as they walked, leaving what Y/N called , a "xalaxian trail".

Y/N tiredly drawled out as she typed a document without moving her eyes off the screen, "What service would you like to procure from me today your Majesty"?

Yoongi snarled as he threw a bunch of papers onto her desk, "Is this what you call a complete financial report of the trade embargo we have between Earth? It has a bunch of typos, even I would be able to tell!!!! Why are you so incompetent, you lazy woman"?

I bristled, alive with fury as I attempted to calm down, staring at the document he threw at me. I felt like laughing when I figured out what his problem was. "Ummm, Sir, you do know that these type of letters require more official language ,right? The spellings are all correct. Whatever you have marked in red ink is just the past tense of regular English verbs. We don't say ever say the word "thinked", we say "thought", to express past tense".

His entire face blanched as he started sputtering in a fury, "F-f-fix it then, you human imbecile"!

And he immediately scurried away, his prominent trail viscously dripping after him. I had to not choke on my own laughter, as I stared at a human blob try to run away from me. His magestically goopy form, was trying to get away, but the massive size of his tush was not letting him, making him look like he was twerking and wiggling his butt as he tried to abscond.

Xalaxians did not wear robes or any clothing for that matter in their blob-like forms, they only wore them when they were humanoid in shape.

Y/N sighed, the days on Xalaxia were becoming monotonous, as she felt encumbered with all the excess transmissions to be translated. She was leaving late nowadays from her work station, dropping down on her bed exhausted, instantaneously falling asleep. It had been exciting in the beginning, with all the cuisines, colorful people, and beautiful outdoor environment. But with the way she had been transferred from working with the kind council member Taehyung to becoming the king's secretary, it had been a less than pleasant transition, putting it very lightly.

She pondered with her hands holding up her chin, maybe she should apply for the yearly mating banquet. Humans were allowed to participate. It was quite simply put, a banquet where people found mates (permanent mates, not casual ones). Y/N had not participated in the last two years she had been on Xalaxia. But even she was feeling a bit lonely from time to time. Maybe a mate would help curb that. She wasn't getting any younger.

Xalaxians mated for life, and since their life span of 1000 years instantaneously conferred upon their partner once a mating bond was formed, it was a very big deal who your partner was. Y/N dreamily imagined finding a kind Xalaxian who would treat her right and give her children, something she had always wanted. They would live in a gorgeous garden estate and relax, sharing a marriage bed. She felt like blushing at the mere thought.

She typed up and submitted the application form on her bed. A tinkling sound came from her lap top indicating that the form had been submitted. Before Y/N could even process the happiness and possibility that would come of starting the search for a mate, she got a phone call.

As she picked up the call from an unknown number, she heard a screeching voice, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME??? HOW COULD YOU SUBMIT A MATE FORM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, WHEN YOU ARE MY SECRETARY? I FORBID YOU Y/N, I FORBID YOU FROM LOOKING FOR A MATE"!

Y/N's indignance peaked, who the hell did this king think he was? Forbidding her from finding a mate, something that was mandated by law as a privilege allowed to every resident of Xalaxia. Y/n calmly replied, "And I fail to see how that is my problem, you rank ass goop ball. Don't test me, sire. If you infringe upon my rights, I shall merely quit the job. What exactly is your problem anyway"?

He yodeled back, exasperated, "YOU. YOU. It's always fucking YOU". Y/N felt so irritated and frustrated at his vague proclamations. "And what do you even mean by that, Sire"?

He sobbed , clearly inebriated from drinking, as he would never show such expressions of emotion otherwise. "You wouldn't work for me anymore, if you found a mate".

Y/N sniped back, rather confused at his intent, "And how is that supposed to be my concern"?

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate - (4)

First Case of Alpha Space

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 4 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4132

Work count for Story: 16,244

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises. 

You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. The external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them. 

Things would be difficult for a while because you are right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some kind of compliance from your award left hand. 

Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better writing than you did. Dictation software to save the day!

Hearing Derek’s voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than Evie. Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both. 

“Oh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.” 

You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both men’s faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasn’t mate material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.                  

“Thanks Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isn’t about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?”

“Yes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report… um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor.” Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.

”Mr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a ‘what-the-F-did-I-do’ expression, only to be met with a smirk.

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand what is going on. You haven’t dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.”

Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, “With the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate explains.”

Derek opens the break room door to face Hosek, Teahyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, who are all staring. “Oh, Hi there.”

Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously. 

“Is Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?”

“그 사람 괜찮아요?”

“Why does she still smell hurt?”

“Wait, wait, wait, please,” Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop.

“I do not know Korean for one and for two Mr. Min has gone into full non-verbal Alpha Space and I  am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation  and she needs to talk with Director Johnson.”

At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.

The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.

“Sorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment dealing with the playmates, corporate office, and Manager Sejin,” Namjoon apologizes as he enters the room.

He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly.

They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.

They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws. 

Taehyung’s eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongi’s as he slips into Alpha Space. 

“Namjoon-hyung, Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,” Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door. 

“It is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.” Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, “Sir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I have to talk with the Director.” 

A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls, as if you vex them more than you humanly possible. 

“Miss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,” Namjoon says with a look of distaste. 

“He has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs.  It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment, he did not leave a good impression with the pack.”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, “We have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.” 

“You are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.”

“What? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic.” Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare. 

“Please, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I don’t want to be a bother.”

At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair, you nervously ask, “Derek, what did I do?”

“Y/n, you really don’t get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious.” He smiles and shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door.

“Mr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.”

“I wish you the best with her. It won’t be easy, trust me, I know. Good Luck.” Derek bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.

Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, “Relax and have fun.” Then he turns and leaves the room. 

As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. “Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr.Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.”

“Our human? So you know?” Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.

Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. “At first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha space. It would be hard to miss.”

“The other two?” someone asks.

Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three. “Yes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeon’s Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.”

“Meanwhile I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run  away with her.” Derek leaves the pack to mull over the new information.

“Tae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,” Seokjin contemplates. 

“Should we stay out here? Miss y/n’s pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,” Hosek adds. 

Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift. 

He just doesn’t know how to handle you yet, especially since you don’t know what you mean to the pack.

“Good, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group. 

“I have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.”

“Thank you,” Seokjin says, feeling relief that no one seems to be fighting this. “Namjoon is in with the rest of the pack and Miss Y/n, we should go in. From what Mr. Gulley says, Miss y/n does not seem to understand the situation to the fullest. I just hope that Namjoon can clear some things up.”

“Relax and have fun? What does he mean by that?” You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut. 

He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols. 

Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.

Taking a breath, you say, “Mr. Kim, Prime Alpha… Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?”

At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound at what you said.

Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.

Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, “Miss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.”

With a gentle smile, he continues, “So please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.” 

Thinking to himself, ‘At least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.’

“Alpha’s run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta packmember. As an Alpha, Yoongi instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.” 

Watching as you seem to sit up with interest, he continues, “First things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.”

“He has to be the one to take me to get it treated? I can’t have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.”

You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity that would come from catching you and THE Suga of BTS at a clinic. You can’t imagine what nonsense they would come up with?

Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer. 

Yoongi’s tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively. 

Taehyung starts to purr softly, hoping that the sound will comfort you. 

Jungkook, on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg.

The feeling of Jungkook’s head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Sorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others.”

��Miss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoogni ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too.”

“The pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?” 

Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha. 

A soft chuckle escapes Namjoons as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. “Yes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you.” 

Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, “Who is it?”

“Namjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?” The door opens slightly to reveal it’s him. 

At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside.

“Did you contact everyone?”

“Big Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,” Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.

Moving to look at you, he continues, “I contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor.” 

Glancing at the boys surrounding you closely, his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.

Looking back at you, he gently smiles, “With the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.”

“Why wouldn’t she just come here, or I go to her?”

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesn’t have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.”

“Oh, I see. Well, umm…” you look at Namjoon and ask, “What option would be best for your pack?”

Namjoon’s chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. “Not to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our AirBnB would be best.”

You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain. They cannot all fit in your flat; it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.

They don’t seem to like being here. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick. 

“Okay. If it is best for the pack, then I will go with you to the AirBnB and see Dr. Blackwell.” 

It’s almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath. 

“Yoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,” Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor. 

Jungkook stands and curls into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color.

Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains near. His body is more relaxed and his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.

After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the Jaguar kneeling with expectant but questioning eyes. 

 “Mr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things and then you can take me to the pack house?”

Yoongi’s face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly handsome rapper look so adorable?

He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave.

“Prime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way he can talk to the direc… Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?”

“Yes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and won’t be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,” Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.

Bowing slightly, “Thank you, Prime Alpha.”

Making it to your desk is more complicated than one would think. 

Yoongi won’t leave your right side, while Taehyung won’t leave your left. Both act like it's code red and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then you have the rest of BTS trailing behind like some kind of posse. 

You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile. 

“I see you are taking things in stride,” glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. “Did the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?”

Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you, “She is aware that we are responsible for her at this time and she will be treated at our temporary pack house by our doctor.”

You don’t miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. “I see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated.”

“Derek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates I will let you both know?” 

Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, “I don’t think it would be good for me to talk with him myself still.”

Derek nods in response, “Manager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Don’t worry about us here. We can handle it while you heal.”

Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.

“No carry. Keep safe.” Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain.

Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, “It’s an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.”

“Umm… Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,” you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger.

“I think that is it,” you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he slowly approaches you.

“Y/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor.”

His eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.

As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, “Take time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.”

He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.

A soft whisper in your ear, “You know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you,” with one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk.

“Now, shoo! Off you go. The boss said I’ll get to man the front desk for now.”

With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing,  your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon, waiting for a clue as to what to do next. 

“Manager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hosek-hyung, and Jimin also went down because we won’t all fit in the elevator.”

“Oh,” you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didn’t even notice they had gone.

“Miss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,” Junkook says while inching towards the office doors.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry, I have everything. Lead the way.” 

You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass. 

You’re a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldn’t they?

Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate towards you.

Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall. 

That added to the embarrassment for now and when you return to work.

Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next. 

However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you. 

The energy calms down as the doors close. The four Alphas relax now that they surround you and will start taking care of you. 

Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them. 

As the doors part, you're greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards. 

Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space,  “Take home. Keep safe.”

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Best Of Us Hidden Moments

A Moment Between Chapter 20 and 21: So You’d Want More

Summary: just little moments that I thought up after posting a chapter or just didn't flow like I wanted to

Pairing: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby Omega!Reader

Warning: A/O/B!Vers, angst, fluff, smut(all the warnings on the main story tbh)

AN: No taglist as of now for this little sub-series of Best Of Us. Wanna mainly focus onto the main story. Will be trying to post this in between chapter in no logical order tbh they're just gonna be tossed out there. 

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You were nervous-fingers typing away on an essay that you honestly had no clue on how to write. Yet here you were-winging it- teeth slightly grinding and you swear you were sweating. Yoongi was typing away his eyes casting to the paper files then back to his desk top- after he had asked you out on a date you had instantly fallen into a slightly awkward yet comfortable silence. You had finished what little work Jin had given you- having argued that you could handle more yet the older Alpha shook his head and huffed that you had a paper to write. An economics paper- the dreaded paper one that you only had a title page for and nothing else. The five page paper that was due by the end of the night. You were at this point just bullshitting half of the stuff you were writing and you couldn’t help the anxious laughter as you suddenly dropped your head down into your arms. Groaning.

“Pup?” Yoongi mumbles, making you shake your head as your laughter slightly grows as you move to sit back up as you look at him- his head slightly tilting as his slick back hair slightly moves as he sits back away from his computer. His eyes were moving from you to your computer screen and his smile grew as he watched you pout. “What is it?”

“I hate Economics-and yeah I get it it is very important for this career but still- it feels pointless.” You ramble as he chuckles “And this paper-this paper is literally gonna drive me to jump out your window- I don't understand the topic I was given let alone whatever-that mess I’ve written.” You finished with a huff, eyes closing arms crossing over your chest as you hear him inhale- the sound of his chair rolling right next to yours, his body heat radiating off of him onto you as his arms slid across the back of your chair, the other gripping your laptop and scrolling up.

“Let me see if I can help.” He mumbled making your nod as you unconsciously leaned your head against his shoulder making him tense up slightly-which in turn made you inhale and lift your head. Though his hand lands on your shoulder and slides up your neck making you look over as he smiles at you.

“Sorry I just wasn't ready for that, come back here." he whispered, making you smile as you moved to rest your head back on his shoulder. His hand is still pressing against your neck- his thumb running against your scent gland as he reads through your works-half chuckling at certain parts and then he stops and removes his hand from your neck, sliding it under you and reaching around to the keyboard to delete and retype a sentence. “That was worded horrible-how are you a senior in college.”

“I'm second in my class.”

“If they saw the sentences that would change everything.” He mumbles a teasing tone as you smack his leg making him chuckle as you feel lips press to the top crown of your head. “Also if this is you bullshiting I really want to read a paper of yours actually trying. I can see why you’re top of your class.”

“Second.” You grumbled making him huff as he stopped scrolling and moved his hand to your thigh.

“I know the only reason why you’re second and not first is because you’re an omega-so you to me are top of the class.” His words had your face heating up- your mind going hazy as you let out a soft purr like sound making him chuckle as you pull away and clear your throat, though he doesn't let you get far. “Hey-hey look at me-well hello there baby.” he muttered when seeing how dilated your eyes were-it had you closing your eyes, hands reaching to cover your face but his hands caught your wrist. “Oh no don't hide.” He chuckled his minty breath fanning your face as you felt the tip of his nose against yours as his lips gently brush against yours. “You’re fucking adorable.” he mumbled arms wrapping around you after he had turned your chair towards him. His nose brushed into your hair as you awkwardly bent forward.

“Small.” you whispered, making him chuckle again as he pulls back hand moving to your neck, thumb at the base of your chin as his pointer fingers brushes against your ear. It had you whining as he smiled at you. “Stopppp.” You whine making his laughter grow even more.

“Comeback-then we’ll work on this paper together okay? I’ll be your wall to bounce ideas off of.” nodding you let yourself breath-closing your eyes as you tried to focus on you. The way your clothes move against your skin, your hair was being slightly tugged at by the hair tie-the way his skin burned yours. It had you opening your eyes and blinking rapidly as you huff at the Alpha in front of you-his half gummy smile as his brown eyes stared into you. The feeling of his hand back at the base of your neck-brushing agasing against your scent gland really wasn't helping you ground yourself.

“Stop.” You grumbled, arms moving to push his hand away as he bites a laugh- his head shaking as he dropped his hand from your neck-though the moment his body heat wasn't against yours you felt this overwhelming feeling of sadness-of fear. His eyes widened as your sweet  cookie scent started to burn as he quickly moved back in front of you-hand placing itself right back at the base of your neck, thumb moving across your skin as he pressed his forehead against yours. It had your scent changing- sweetening back up as he chuckles at you.

“Though you knew how to control your drops without an Alpha." His teasing words came after a couple of minutes of the two of you justin sitting there-it had you huffing eyes opening-mind clear as you pushed his hand off of your neck as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Don’t make me rethink going on that date.”

“Oh no whatever shall I do-” he mumbles sarcastically, making you swat at his arm as he let out a soft chuckle as he grabbed the bottom of your chair moving his legs apart so he could roll you and your chair between them. Squishing your knees in the process. “My little Alpha heart can’t take the thought.” He pauses, eyes locked with yours as his hands resting on your thigh as you let out a shaky breath-his hand sliding up your thigh the feeling of his warm calloused hand against your skin had you shivering. Your inner omega rolling on her back- submitting- yet you fell frozen. “Of you not with me tonight.” He mumbled his fingers drawing shapes as he kept his eyes locked on yours. “Just pains me to my core.” His lips suddenly touch yours, his hand squeezing as you let out the most drawn out whine you’ve ever heard. It had him chuckling as he pulled away.

“Why’d you stop?”

“So you’d want more.” He shrugged, making you huff as he pushed you back to your original spot. Rolling next to you as he smiled at you. “Now let's get this paper finished.”

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OS: I´m gonna miss you

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Black plus size reader

Request: WAIT I NEED YOU TO MAKE A COME BACK REAL QUICK... BABY DADDY YOONGI BOUT TO GO TO THE ARMY AND I NEED A FIC 🤧😭 ON MY KNEES PLEASE 🙏🏼🙏🏼

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Warning(s): typos probably lmao, NSFW 🔞, unprotected sex

The silence in the room is comforting, the soft sounds of the outside world not creeping into the bedroom. You and Yoongi are lying in bed, holding each other tightly while no one spoke a word. Tears are brimming in your eyes as you keep reminding yourself that these beautiful moments will only be present a few more times before your love will have to start his military services.

“I know what you’re thinking my love….” Yoongi whispers, his warm breath dancing across your shoulder as he pulls your warm and soft body closer to his. His arms wrap themselves tighter around your thick waist as the feeling of peace and comfort almost makes him doze off. You’re facing the bedroom window, a sad sigh leaving your body as all you can do is shrug your shoulders.

“I will miss you so much” you gently say, closing your eyes and drinking in the touch of your boyfriend. “You will see me every day, there´s no need to worry”, Yoongi claims with a soft chuckle following his statement.

You can’t help but grumble before turning your body towards him.

“This will be different. I will miss you, your music and the hyungs…It’s like a whole new era is starting”.

Your boyfriend stares deeply into your eyes, his hand now slowly making its way up to your face, where his fingers start tracing the lines of your delicate lips. His eyes can’t help but focus on them as the urge to melt them with his own lips together slowly takes over him.

“I know, but I am still here…”.

“It’s just weird’”, you confess with a sigh. “You will be very busy the next two years…”.

Before you can continue, Yoongi leans in closer and kisses you softly, his tender lips brushing against yours while a soft moan leaves his lips. He can’t get enough of your softness, your taste. You. Your eyelids become automatically heavy as you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck and pulling him closer, the intense wave of pleasantry creeping its way through your body.

His hand start roaming your waist, tracing and gently caressing your skin while a soft groan leaves his lips. He can’t stop kissing you, he drinks you in while his head slowly starts to turn from the love and pleasure he’s filled with.

“I am still here”, Yoongi whispers in between the now longer and more passionate kisses. His tongue slowly asks permission to enter your mouth by sliding across your bottom lip. That movement makes you whimper in pleasure while you open your mouth, allowing your tongues to dance a slow and longing tango with one another. Your heartbeat starts increasing as the lust slowly fills you up, a deep longing coming from your heart and from below your waist.

“I want you, my love. Please let me feel you” your boyfriend whispers after pulling away from your lips and staring deeply into your eyes. God those fucking beautiful eyes of his, you think to yourself while nodding your head and instantly laying down on your back. You’re silently grateful that you weren’t wearing many clothes.

It took Yoongi a few swift movements before the two of you were naked, rubbing each other’s body so gently, yet urgently while your wetness gathered in between your thighs. Your boyfriend didn’t waste any time, as soon as he was positioned in between your now spread legs, he gently let the tip of his cock rest against your entrance. The slight pressure making you whine in pleasure while wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck.

The two of you stared lovingly at one another, admiring your combined beauty, and letting the silence voice all the passion and longing you were feeling for one another.

“Please”, you begged, staring to get desperate for that sensation.

Yoongi smiled widely, showing all of his shiny pearls. The sight made your heart flutter in your chest as you couldn’t imagine falling for him even more, but here you were proving the complete opposite.

He gently thrusted his hips forwards while gasping loudly, always being instantly overwhelmed by your indescribable tightness and warmth. Your inner walls immediately welcomed his cock, slowly stretching out and taking him completely in.

“God, you feel so amazing”, the two of you whispered at the same time before giggling. Yoongi lowered his head and pressed his lips against yours, slowly moving his hips in a delicately slow rhythm. All you could do was lie there and take it all in, the beautiful sensation of being so close to your love.

The room slowly got filled with your love sounds, your whimpers of pleasure, grunts of greed and gasps of surprises whenever your boyfriend thrusted the tip of his cock against your weak spot. You couldn’t help but curl your toes and moan breathlessly in between the longing kisses, getting drunk on these amazing sensations.

Yoongi suddenly surprises you by increasing the pace of his hips, snapping them tightly against yours while your fingernails dug themselves deeper into his skin. “God”, you breathlessly moan out loud, feeling the delicious knot slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. A sensation you were addicted to.

“Look at you. So fucking beautiful while taking all of me in” Yoongi praises while staring down at your beautiful face. He can’t get enough of the sight of you, and the warm sensation creeping up his thick cock confirms it.

“Look at me” he begs while his moans get louder and louder.

“Look at me and tell me that you love me”, he begs.

“I love you” you moan while clenching your eyes shut and throwing your head back into your pillow. You spread your legs wider and grind your thick hips against your boyfriend, allowing his cock to even go deeper inside you.

“I love you, I love this” you whimper, getting closer and closer to your high, wishing that it would throw you away into a world of pure ecstasy. Beads of sweat are starting to form on your bodies as your movements become quicker and sloppier by the second. You love how you’re pushed deeper into the mattress with every thrust, Yoongi praising your beauty while weakly moaning out your name and promising that he will fill you up, vowing that you will receive every drop of lust his body will produce.

The delicious knot is getting tighter and tighter by the second, making your head spin from all the pleasure roaming and rushing through your body. You can’t help but cry your boyfriend’s name out loud while-

“[Y/N]? Are you okay?”, Jin’s voice snaps you out of your daydream, making you jump and gasp in complete shock. You quickly scan your surroundings and slowly start to remember that you’re in the middle of your favorite café, having lunch with your best friend and other BTS member Jin.

He looks at you with a worried look, scanning your face and silently wondering where your mind had drifted to because he had been trying to get your attention for almost five minutes now. “I’m fine” you nervously chuckle, trying to play off the fact that your sex was drenched and your heart was pounding frantically against your ribcage, your body yearning for Yoongi.

“Are you sure?”.

“Yes, just had to think about something…”.

“Okay…” Jin gave you a suspicious look before taking a sip of his americano and shrugging his shoulders, glad that your attention was back on him.

“As I was saying, Yoongi’s girlfriend is thinking about planning a private celebration dinner for Yoongi Hyung. I think that that’s a nice way for us to say goodbye and support him on his new journey”.

His words made you want to roll your eyes and throw up in your mouth as the jealousy quickly consumed you in a span of a few seconds. “Yeah, I agree. I’ll message her later so we can plan a budget and see what the other hyungs will contribute”, you answered in a monotone, pretending to be captivated by the idea while nodding your head.

“Awesome”, Jin grinned, winking at you, and blowing you a kiss when you rolled your eyes at him. “How about we go for a walk, I could use some fresh air”, you suggested, the desperate need to distract yourself getting more and more intense. “Say less” your best friend agrees before quickly putting some bills on the table and standing up to put his jacket on. You quietly copied his actions, patiently checking if the two of you had all your belongings before leaving the café.

“Oh and [Y/N]?” Jin speaks after getting closer to you and linking your arms together, a somewhat naughty smile on his face. “If you want to get over Yoongi and need to release some tension, I’ll gladly help you…”.

A lump of saliva forms in your throat as your eyes widen in shock, you were caught. Jin winks at you while gently tugging you along with him down the street, blowing a happy tune while knowing that his mission was accomplished. All you can do is stare the side of his face.

“Well…then let´s go to my place” you whisper in excitement and nervousness as you’re about to make some new and pleasant experiences.

-Emmanuelle♥️

[littlemessyjessi]

Keep those BTS x plus size reader requests coming! I'm easing back into kpop and ya'll are helping in a big way!

Love, K

[bts-fanfic-sideblog]

ok so ot7 (namjoon centered) x fem!chubby!reader (because this is totally not self indulgent)

(lowercase on purpose)

reader is an artist and posts mural concepts based off kpop bands and someone in BTS’ staff finds out she made one for them and hires the reader to actually paint that mural in a practice room

so uhhh reader live streams their process and has the boys guest star on some of the streams for fun as like part of some promotion thing to keep the hype around both the artist and the mural high

reader has their own pretty big following that love reader before getting hired by the company, but the sudden attention from the BTS fan base kinda backfires because some of the fans get jealous that the reader gets to hang out with them for like hours on end at least twice a week

a majority of them like reader though because the fan base is honestly pretty chill

i want this to be sooo cute, like the boys celebrate reader’s birthday on stream. reader gets sick and the boys make little secret missions to go to her apartment and take care of them. dinners to celebrate milestones of the boys and they invite reader because she’s a friend now

maybe smut??? but not like “OH GOD THEYRE F U C K I N G” but more like “they’re experiencing each other for the first time because they’ve been dancing around dating for so long that the wait was worth it” kinda thing

if i ever do write smut, it’ll probably be in its own separate post opposed to have it within a chapter

⚠️spoilers for my own fic that i feel might be a big plot point and i probably should let it be a surprise but i want validation⚠️

so i want to have a scene where a sasaeng finds a way into the building to basically attack reader, but reader ends up outsmarting them or something and locks them IN the practice room from the outside

then the sasaeng starts having a tantrum essentially and throws paint all over the mural (like halfway done at this point) while reader is like “security hello??” and like freaks out in the hall because what the fuck that’s terrifying

uhhh sasaeng gets arrested and taken away and the room is an absolute mess, the boys are all there trying to comfort reader while they basically just kinda blankly stare at the mess on the mural

but surprise surprise it just wiped off easily because reader is smart and puts varnish or something on after every stream (don’t ask why i don’t know i just wanted reader to be cool)

so reader gathers their jacket or rag around their arm and takes huge angry swipes at the “ruined” mural to reveal the untouched painting underneath. people take videos, making it into the news outlets and magazines and websites saying like “look at this badass, don’t fuck with her”

(edits get made out of that footage because i said so, and honestly good for reader)

[7ndipity]

Take a Chance on Me

Yoongi x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi met during his enlistment and quickly became friends, but what happens when your friendship begins to grow into something more?

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of insecurities and anxieties

A/N: A massive thanks to @bethanysnow for requesting this idea and for obsessing over it with me!😘 I’m so excited to work on this as a drabble series, I hope you’ll all enjoy it!

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‘Okay, you can do this, it’ll be fine.’ Yoongi repeated to himself, fingers drumming anxiously against the steering wheel as he waited to pick you up from work, trying to quell his nerves before he spotted you jogging across the parking lot towards his car.

“Hey, Min.” You greeted him as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Hey, Y/n.” He said, feeling a smile tug at the corners of his mouth in spite of himself, your presence alone managing to calm him, if only a little bit.

It was remarkable almost, how in just a few short months, you’d come to be such an important part of his life.

When you’d first met following his public service assignment, he’d been a bit hesitant of getting too close with anyone around him too quickly, but you’d managed to worm your way into his heart almost instantly.

He still remembered the first time he realized how much he liked you; he’d made some dry, sarcastic remark that no one else had really reacted to, unsure if he was being serious or not, but you had let out a quiet burst of laughter that had immediately set everyone else at ease. It was just a little thing, but it had played over in his head for the rest of the day.

He hadn't even known that much about you at the time, except your name, your department, and that the sound of your laugh was one of the best things he’d ever heard.

Before long, he had started finding more and more excuses to come by to see and talk to you, even if it was just for a minute as he brought some forms for somebody else to sign, eventually asking if you wanted to hang out together outside of work as well.

You’d known who he was of course, in your own words it was impossible not to, but you’d never treated him differently because of it, something he’d come to appreciate more and more as you’d gotten to know each other.

You were so bright and warm and funny, and had a way of putting him at ease that few others had ever managed, he found himself easily charmed by you, and it was honestly your friendship that had made the rather jarring shift between his lifestyles bearable, if not almost pleasant.

But more recently, he’d begun to realize that his feelings towards you had grown beyond those of purely a friend.

Yoongi craved you, he wished there was a better word or phrase to convey his feelings for you, but that was the best he could come up with. He craved your presence, your comfort, the sound of your laugh when you found something he did cute or funny. He found himself missing you constantly, even if he’d just seen you, wanting to wrap his arms around your plush figure and keep you close at all times. It was like he was addicted, and frankly, it scared the shit out of him.

“You okay?” You finally asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. You’d noticed he’d been quieter than usual, having barely spoken the entire car ride to your place, stirring up your concern for him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I-uh, wanted to ask you something.” He started, scratching at his palms nervously.

“Okay.” You said, eyeing him curiously, making him fidget even more.

Fuck, it would be easier if you weren’t staring at him with those fucking eyes, he thought. They’d been one of the first things he’d noticed about you, one of the first things to put a chink in his armor.

He had spent the previous night laying in bed, trying unsuccessfully to come up with a more eloquent way to put his feelings into words, but as soon as he looked up at you, everything seemed to shrivel up and drift away, like leaves on the wind, leaving him with only the simplest of thoughts and question in his mind.

“Would you… go out with me?” He asked softly.

Your eyes went wide. “What?!”

“Will you go out with me?” He repeated.

“But, w-why?” You asked, flabbergasted.

“Why do you think? I like you, a lot.” He let out a huff of laughter, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Fuck, honestly? I think I might even love you, but I know that’s way too much out of the blue. I just know that I want to be with you, as more than friends, if you’ll have me.” He finished, glancing down at his feet awkwardly.

It was quiet for a long moment as you stared at him, stunned, letting his words sink in.

“I don’t… get it.” You said slowly.

He blinked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why me? I’m not exactly your type.”

“You don’t know that.” He interjected.

You scoffed. “C’mon, Yoongi, be serious,” You said, skepticism clear in your voice.

“I am being serious.” He said, looking at you with utmost sincerity. “You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.”

You shook your head in confusion. You’d seen the type of people that Yoongi spent time around in his line of work, and they were very different from you; thin, beautiful, perfect. Not that you didn’t think you were pretty in your own way, but compared to the idols that he was typically around, the idea of you and Yoongi just didn’t make sense to you.

“But I’m just… me.” You said, the last part coming out almost as a question, not understanding his logic.

He smiled. “That's why I like you. You're open and honest and kind, you don’t hide behind some front or mask, and you don���t put up with anyone’s shit. You’re smart, and funny, and beautiful-”

“But I’m-” Your hand went as if to gesture to yourself, but he was quick to catch it in his own.

“Hey.” The sudden sharpness in his tone caught you off guard. “Don’t you dare try to sell yourself short, you hear me? When I say you’re beautiful, I mean it.”

You bit your lip, mind racing. You wanted to believe him, but there was that nagging voice in the back of your head that kept saying it wouldn’t work, something was going to go wrong.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to date though?” You pointed out. “What if someone finds out?”

“They’ll say ‘good for them’, otherwise I don’t give a fuck.” He said firmly. “What I do outside of that building is none of the company’s damn business.”

You smiled at that, but said nothing, still thinking.

“Look,” He spoke again, this time much softer. “I realize that this is a lot all of a sudden, and you don’t even have to answer today, you can take however much time you want to think about it, I’m just asking for a chance.”

It was quiet for a moment before you spoke again, softly. “Okay.”

He looked up at you. “Okay?”

“I’ll go out with you.” You clarified.

“You will?” His eyes lit up.

“Yeah,” You nodded, grinning at him.

He beamed, letting out a relieved sigh before leaning across the center console and pulling you into a hug. “Thank you.” He mumbled against your hair, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I like you too, by the way.” You said.

“I was kinda hoping, given your answer, but thanks.” He chuckled, smirking at you.

“Ugh,” You shoved against his chest lightly, but he was giving you no room for escape. “You could’ve just said it back.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time, okay?” He asked, grinning at you.

“Fine.” You grumbled, feigning annoyance.

“Can I make it up to you?” He asked.

“Maybe. What did you have in mind?”

Instead of answering, he leaned closer, pressing his lips softly against yours.

[mother2monsters]

So….. hey 👋🏽. Longtime fic reader and long time secret writer 😂.

I write but never post really 😂 honestly I feel like my writing is 🗑️ but I digress. But I can’t ever really find what I’m looking for (except for one writer who is phenomenal but she isn’t really writing anymore) so I decided to try my hand myself.

I decided to put it out there to see if there’s any interest. I’ll start posting snippets of what I have to test the waters 😅😅

Full disclosure…. I’m into almost everything so you never know what you might get. Mainly black coded older reader. Some MxM.

Some of my favorites are sub!yandere BTS, poly BTS x reader, supernatural, A/B/O…. I’m greedy, what can I say. Like Pokémon, gotta catch them all 🙌🏽😅

[hopeonthebed]

pleaseeeeeeee can anyone recommend me some bts x chubby reader stories?😔 specifically speaking, a polyamorous relationship between jjk+kth with the reader.

[bethanysnow]

(prt 1. of 1st chp. vol1.)

....too be continued

[sweetestofchaos]

Look At You Teaser | K.SJ x M.YG

paring: seokjin x black plus sized!reader x yoongi

rating: 18+

genre: smut | established relationship

warnings: reverse cowgirl | drooling

word count: 245

a/n: i know i have been sitting on this for a while. honestly, the idea has been on my mind nonstop, but i haven't had any will to write it. however i had a thought in a moment of weakness (it's okay to have bad days) and i think i can write this story now...i hope you enjoy this little teaser of what's to come! banner made by @itaeewon and mdni/support dividers made by @benkeibear

 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖧𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾-𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

It was here in his lap with the way your walls welcomed his cock in a warm embrace that Yoongi found heaven. As your hips ground against his pelvis, he watched as if in a trace, the way your ass jiggled with each tiny movement. You looked so soft, your thighs plush and bouncy; he couldn’t help but to hold onto you tighter. His fingers dimpled your skin and Yoongi found himself once again transfixed. A thin layer of sweat covered your body as you rode him and he wanted a taste. Suddenly his tongue felt much too large for his mouth and he started to drool. He licked at his lips and a shadow loomed from above.

“Is Yoongi making you feel good, sweet girl?”

Seokjin’s voice was a cool water, washing over Yoongi’s mind as it cleared the thick, pleased fog from his eyes. You were moaning loudly, begging Yoongi to fill your warmth with his seed. You  were babbling, incoherent words that made little to no sense as you bounced on his dick. Clearing his throat, Yoongi slurped up the drool in his mouth and swallowed before he looked at Seokjin who wore that all too familiar smirk on lips.

“I think our little love can handle more.” Seokjin reached out and tangled your braids around the fingers of his left hand. He tilted your neck and smiled down at you before he flicked his gaze to Yoongi.

“Don’t you agree, Yoongi?”