#bts fanfics
Characters:Yoongi x female reader
Genre/warnings:ghost au, horror au, angst, small mentions of drinking but it’s not excessive, mention of possible drug use, mentions of murder
Word count:1,485
Summary: Every apartment building is a little strange, whether it be the residents or the history behind the building. But when Yoongi moves into Westfield Apartments, he finds that both his neighbors and the building itself are more than a little strange.
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Christopher ‘Chan’ Bang: A nice guy, but definitely wary of others outside his apartment. Protective. Polite, but seems to be a little nervous all the time.
Lee Minho: Blunt. Makes it obvious he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. Rude, but with intention. Tries to drive people away intentionally.
Seo Changbin: Quiet. Keeps to himself. Doesn’t say much, even when spoken to. Usually out at the bar. If he’s out at night, he doesn’t come back until after sunrise. Must know something.
Felix Lee: Innocent. Naïve. Too kind and friendly for his own good. Left in the dark by his roommates. Probably for the best.
Yoongi had swung back by Jihoon’s to grab the file, quickly scanning through whatever your father had gathered on the four roommates he was about to encounter. He was sure they knew something, but it seemed to be to the extent of whatever Wonwoo, Jeonghan, and Soonyoung knew: there was something going on in the apartment building that they should be mindful and afraid of, but they weren’t sure what it was.
With the file stuffed into a black backpack he was keeping on his back, Yoongi approached 206.
When he knocked, it was Minho who was at the door, leaning against the frame with a disgusted look on his face as he eyed Yoongi up and down.
“And what’re you back for?” he asked, definitely not hiding the fact that he didn’t want Yoongi coming back to their apartment.
“Minho, stop it,” Chan came up behind him, saying the words under his breath forcefully with a stern look. Then his eyes went to Yoongi and he offered a friendly smile. “What can we do for you?”
“Who is it?” Felix’s voice came from inside the apartment, before there was a harsh, “Shh!”
“As if you don’t know…” Minho muttered, rolling his eyes.
Yoongi flashed him a confused look before slowly looking back to Chan, “…D-do you know why I’m here…?”
“You’ve only been bothering everyone and their mother in the building,” Minho snapped. “Whatever the hell you’re digging around for, we’re not having any part of it. Kick rocks.”
“Minho–!”
“Hey,” a new voice cut in.
Changbin came out of the dark apartment that was only being illuminated by a TV screen. He kept his eyes down, only glancing up at Yoongi as he slipped between Chan and Minho, muttering, “Wanna get a drink?”
Not even waiting for an answer, Changbin turned the corner into the hallway and kept walking. Yoongi only glanced at his two roommates as Felix called for Changbin to come back to movie night before the older boy was jogging to catch up.
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Yoongi found himself in a bar on the edge of the nearby city. It was the stereotypical tiny bar that one would see in the movies. It was a little bit of a shithole but it was nice enough for Yoongi to not feel gross drinking out of their glasses. It was also nice enough for Changbin to be a regular considering everyone there seemed to know him and the bartender knew his typical order – Yoongi just got whatever Changbin got.
Changbin had one hand around his glass while Yoongi held his with both to just give his hands something to do instead of nervously fidget.
“Listen,” Changbin finally began after the two sat in silence for a moment after getting their drinks – Yoongi wasn’t really sure what to say because Changbin was pretty intimidating, and he felt like he should wait for the younger boy to start the conversation, anyway, “I know you know things about the apartment. All of us do – ‘cept Felix, and we wanna keep it that way?”
“Why?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
Changbin chuckled, “You’ve seen the kid: he’s too…pure and innocent and happy. Besides, it’s not his fault he’s stuck there. Kid has nowhere else to go so we took him in even though we didn’t want him exposed to what we have been. I feel bad because he wants to leave the room and make friends, but… I’m not saying everyone in that place is bad, but we don’t know who we can trust. That place changes people, we’ve seen it happen. Kihyun got fucked up by something on the fifth floor. Hell, Kibum was never as agitated as he is now. He used to at least be nice sometimes, but now talking to that dude is a surefire way to get your head bitten off. Even…”
He paused, looking down into the liquid in his glass, “Even Jihoon and Yuna were normal when they moved in. But then…Yuna started saying things that were just…weird. She was seeing things that weren’t there and mumbling to herself. She was always talking about these…dark shapes and shadows. Some people though maybe she was just acting normal to make friends but then got comfortable, and she was crazy all along. Some thought she was doing drugs. And because Jihoon was so close with her, he was deemed crazy, too. But…the longer I’ve lived in that stupid fucking building, the more I wonder…was Yuna even crazy at all? If I’m honest, I think she was perfectly sane, but she just had the power somehow to see the shit that’s changing everyone in the building. Maybe I’m lucky because I spend more time here than at that place, so I can see what’s happening. But I don’t know who or what or why.”
“Can I ask…what do you think happened to Yuna?” Yoongi wondered slowly.
“Think she was either locked up in a mental hospital, or whatever she saw got to her,” he stated blankly. “Everyone saw the cops take her out, assuming she murdered _____, but they never investigate any of the other murders here. If they investigated _____’s, they’d know that Yuna didn’t do it.”
“You don’t think it was Yuna?” Yoongi interrupted.
“No,” Changbin replied surely. “They were best friends. I think, like every other murder, that whatever Yuna saw is killing people. I think it’s tied to the Westfields, and they must have connections with the police since they’re not doing anything about it. So they either threw her in a hospital or they let whatever’s in that building get her. Either way, she didn’t deserve it.”
“How do you know all this? And if you know this, why haven’t you just left?” Yoongi asked.
Changbin gave a small, sad smile, “Because it’s…fine. Nothing bad has happened to us and we don’t have the money to leave. Westfield is dirt cheap. We mind our business. If anything, we just wanna get the kid outta there before something happens to him. Me, Chan, and Minho have had rough lives. We’ve done shit we’re not proud of. Felix, though? He’s good through and through. He doesn’t deserve whatever’s going on there.”
“Don’t you want to try and stop it, then?” Yoongi continued. “At least for Felix?”
Changbin took a gulp of his drink before he looked at Yoongi solemnly, “I know you know more than us, and I don’t wanna know anymore than I already do. But we know your intentions are good. But, Yoongi…your actions might be stirring up whatever’s in that building. You’re putting a big-ass target on yourself, and I don’t want any part of it.”
Yoongi leaned in a little closer, his stare intense, “Then who can I go to for help? I really need more answers, Changbin. Please.”
Changbin stared back as he weighed his options, then sighed, looking back down at his drink, “I don’t know who knows what, but Namjoon’s a smart guy. There’s no way he wouldn’t have somewhat of an idea of what’s up with the place. But…”
Changbin paused so sigh, hanging his head, “Look, it’s a longshot he’ll even answer you – and it might even get you killed – but…Jungkook might be your best bet. He was the closest with Yuna so he’d probably know more about everything. But Jungkook doesn’t really talk to anyone anymore. Guy hardly leaves his apartment.”
Yoongi felt a little bit of relief, but also a little anxiety. While he had a lead for some answers, he knew that the closer he got to the answers he needed, the bigger the target on his back became. But he was in too deep now. He had to keep digging.
“Thanks, Changbin,” he said as he put a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. Then he stood to leave.
Changbin grabbed Yoongi’s forearm but didn’t look at him, “It’s not safe to go back now. I’ll get you a room at the motel I stay at.“
“N-no, I can pay,” Yoongi insisted. “You said you can’t afford to move out, so–”
“It’s fine,” he assured him, “I get rooms for cheap because I flirt with the girl at the desk. Place isn’t much but…it’s safer than going back.”
A/N: I have this story originally on my new Wattpad account: @a_sad_pandas_corner, where I will poste the episodes of this series more frequently. So if you want to keep up with the story I recommend you read it there :).
Chapter: Pilot
Genre: Loverboy!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut
Paring: Taehyung X reader
Word-count: 945
Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, force, loverboys, sexual abuse, swearing, sexual content,
Summary: Only few can keep the good and the bad people apart in one look. When your first look upon Kim Taehyung found place, you thought you knew which of the two he was. Some people are wrong in those moments and will move on, but you aren’t ‘some people’ and that has gotten you at wrong places.
Your face remains down as you hear the door open. Every second suddenly feels like 10 more as the time goes on. You’re just sitting there, fixated on your feet which are carefully crossing each other on the ground, your hands squishing the fabric of the unfamiliar sheets. You can see your bruises, handprints which now paint your skin. It’s all so unfamiliar. The only thing that does feel familiar is that feeling. The feeling you always have during these 'moments’. Your heart pounds like you’ve just ran three marathons. Your head spins and you can’t fixate. You know that doesn’t just happen, that’s not something you’d usually do. It must be something in that damn drink they always give me. Sweat begins to drip off of your face, though he told me so often to stop that. How can I stop it?
It’s common for you to have these kind of 'thoughts’ during these 'moments’. You call them 'moments’, because the correct words make your heart ache. You know what’s awaiting you and you know you will feel about a thousand times worse and terrified than you are right now. If I just knew where I was. But you don’t and it wouldn’t matter if you did know. He says I can’t know anything, and that’s what you will go with. Knowing nothing will always be better than knowing something, certainly in this industry.
The door closes. finally, Just get it over with already.
The time it takes for these men to close the door, is nothing compared with the time they take to have to walk to you. It’s the moment they slowly reveal their ugly selves. They have zero shame for the things they do to girls like you. Though they are 'costumers’, it’s well known this isn’t legal. These girls aren’t allegedly letting themselves getting punched, tortured and sexual abused. They know what they are doing, but they don’t really give a fuck. And here you are, right on the spot where no fucks were given and you are the one getting literally nothing out of it besides hurt.
It has been about 2 days since you’ve been here, since that 'person’ had taken you to this place. It had been about 12 days since you even met this person and began to trust him. It’s so easy to fall for lies from others. So easy to fool others and get profit out of it. You knew this world excised, but more like 10 years ago. They were just stories and happened to a couple of girls around the country, you thought. But that It’d ever would’ve happened to you wouldn’t be something you would’ve expected. But here you are, in an unknown bed. Your own familiar clothes burned to ashes, letting you only wear the slightest of lingerie. Forcing you to lay there, chained up in this bed and letting men use you for nights-and-nights on. If you could choose between death and this, it wouldn’t be a hard choice anymore, if you were to ever get to a balcony. Or if they even have a balcony. Am I even in the city?
You slowly dare to look up at the man. He is tall, probably about mid-40s. His face is pale and tired. He could be someone’s father or husband, but no, he is in this room waiting for you to stand up and let him use you the way he wants to. Or maybe he is one of those gentle customers, though that isn’t common. With you, in your 2-day experiences, that hasn’t happened yet. Other girls in the building would be all happy when they had a 'softy’ and they would have finally been treated like a 'princes’ again. For these girls it has been too long. Too long that they had been suffered through these people and it has become the only thing they know. I need to stop fucking thinking. Thinking makes you feel just miserable. You will realise, over-and-over again, how bad your situation is. How bad you miss your family, your life. How much you regret you’ve chosen the wrong fucking guy. You could’ve just looked a little bit further than that fucking face of his, there must have been signs. How could you ever let this happen to you, why couldn’t you have been more careful?
Train of thoughts, which all these are, they will go away. Just like the saying goes: they are like trains. They come on by in a high speed, wheels making loud noises, making you feel nervous. The moment it passes you, you feel overwhelmed and a bit shaky, because the train is going so-so fast. It’s almost when it’s gone, that you’ve realized it was just a train and it’s nothing to be overwhelmed about. It passes like any other thought, it’s just a bit more scary than others. You just need to remind yourself to stay calm, then nothing will go wrong. But can it even get more wrong than the situation you’re already in and can’t get out?
'Hi sweetheart, you ready?’
You again look up at the big man. He is unbuttoning his blouse, dark eyes on his face as he does so. You feel all kinds of shivers running through your body as he seems to undress you with those bleak eyes, your alarm bells are going off like crazy upon seeing this man disclosing himself. Your body screams for you to stand up and walk right out of that door. But fuck, you know better. You know better than to walk out of there and let those men push you straight back inside. You know it is no use; you will only make it worse. They will make you worse.
'Why don’t you get on your knees?’
And it starts.
I guess I’ve become a emo now, but I don’t mind some depth in my work :)
⋙Warning: This contains sexual content.
⋙Requests: Do you still do visual imagines? If you do, can I have how bts would suck/tease and play with his g/f’s nipples and breasts thx
⋙A/N: I’m sorry, I tried to make it a visual imagine but Tumblr doesn’t allow it anymore. I hope that this is also okay :)
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Jin:
Jin always made sure to treat you like a goddess. He has gentle touches on your body, especially with your nipples. His fingers would trail down from your collarbones, down to your breasts as you ride. His breathing would be loud and a moan would leave both of your mouths when he starts pinching your nipples. His touch left goosebumps all over your body. This man really knew how to make love to you and you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
Yoongi:
Yoongi just loved your boobs. He would always put it in his mouth, as if he couldn’t live without them. His moves were always rough and it wouldn’t take him long to destroy your pussy after you released your boobs out in the air. He’d suck on your nipples hard and his tongue would make fast circles around them, making you just as hot as he was for you.
Hoseok:
For him it wouldn’t be necessary to have sex to play with your breasts. Sometimes he would just pin you down on the bed, sit on your waist and pull off your shirt. Your bra was off in no time too and then he’d start squashing your breasts together, of course in a gentle way. His thumbs would glide over your nipples, making them hard and perky. He loved the sight. he could do this the whole day, just laying on you and playing with your boobs until the time had come to sleep.
Namjoon:
Namjoon had the biggest kink for your boobs. He knew they were your weakness too and as the kinky shit he was, he would throw some BDSM-equipment into it. He’d attach your nipples to some chains, making them sensitive and maybe hurt a bit. You both liked it hard like this and he made fully use of that through these chains. He loved the way your boobs would bounce and swing around as he pounds into you from behind.
Jimin:
Jimin didn’t need to do much to turn you on. He would just have you seated on his lab, half naked. His hands would slowly make circles around your nipples. The tingling sensation would send you straight to heaven, getting your panties weak in a minute or less. Jimin loved to make you horny and needy like this for him. He didn’t need to do much more before you would go down on your knees and repay the favor. ‘You’re always so good for daddy.’
Taehyung:
Just as he had arrived home, he’d see you stand in your black lingerie. He noticed you were waiting for him, waiting for her boyfriend to fuck her right. He’d let his bag fall on the ground and would walk up to you. He’d loosen his tie before he scoops you up from the ground, bringing you to the couch and letting you down on his lab. His hands would pull down your bra and his lips would immediately be planted on your nipples. You’d moan out of relieve, being happy your boyfriend finally fulfills your needs. The one hand he has free, he would use to aggressively play with your nipples. This is why he loved to come home to you, you’re always full of surprises.
Jungkook:
Jungkook loved to play with your nipples. He’d always take his time with you, giving every boob it’s own amountof attention. His tongue would make small circles around your nipples before pulling on it, leaving your nipples hard and perky. He loved the moans and whines he dragged out of you by his actions.
Here’s today’s moodboard! Who doesn’t love some yoonkook? Send us any ideas you have based on it and Admin C will write you a short au! Enjoy!
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IMAGINE BTS BREAKING A WORLD RECORD….
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TO DO LIST:
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STREAM IDOL! WE ARE TRYING TO BEAT A WORLD RECORD!!!
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REMINDER THAT WE ARE TRYING TO BREAK FAKE LOVE’S RECORD
EVERYONE STREAM IDOL!!!
VOTE BTS FAKE LOVE
PLEASE GUYS WE NEED ALL OF YOU
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DO YOU WANT TO BREAK A WORLD RECORD?? STREAM FAKE LOVE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
RESPECT ALL FANS
- New fans
- Old fans
- Young fans
- Older fans
- Fans of other artists and celebrities
RESPECT. ALL. FANS.
Please stop making //everything// about BTS.
Is [a topic] totally unrelated to BTS?
Don’t bring them up!!!
Is [an artist] totally unrelated to BTS?
Then don’t!!! bring them up!!!!!!
Is [a fandom] totally unrelated to BTS?
Don’t!!! Bring!!! Them!!! Up!!!
Can we please end this movement of bragging about bangtan’s achievements in comparison to other artists/groups???
BTS are too humble and polite for yall to be tainting their name like that. And achievements aren’t everything. What matters is their music, their artistry, and their hard work and effort.
Daydream (Preview)
Summary: There will always be a time when someone spirals between reality and fantasy, forcing yourself upon the visible barrier with a single hand reaching out for that one daydream—Wishing, wanting, needing for it to be true! But when it’s about an inch from your grasp… You wake up once more.
What if that world you see isn’t imaginary? What if it’s a predication? The red string that connects everyone together—What if its… fate?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Hybrid Suga x f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word count: 1K
A/N: This is just a preview (Glimpse) of what’s to come. This is not the whole chapter or story. Please be patient, and here’s a taste of my newest story coming soon! Thank you.
Parts: 1/? -> Coming Soon…
I’ve been having these weird dreams lately… of a world like no other.
It’s almost familiar~
But when I open my eyes, it scatters like a far-off memory.
Makes me wonder…
Is any of this real, or simply hope for a better fantasy?
“Y/N let’s go! —Get your lazy ass up and remember us already!”
You woke with a gasp, sweat lining your forehead while unconsciously kicking the covers off to cool down. Swiftly, you glanced around the room to see sunlight cracking through the colored curtains as it lined up perfectly, dancing with even the smallest shadows—Bedroom… You were in a bedroom.
Specifically, the bedroom you resided in as objects that practically had your name invisibly engraved with ownership burned holes right back from staring.
What was that? A dream?
Or…
Suddenly, you jumped in fright when an alarm rang throughout the quite bedroom. Your eyes widening, loosing all train of thought to scramble for the phone that kept buzzing on top of your nightstand. You yourself flinched at the noise; it was like hearing a screeching fire alarm that would’ve had anyone trying to claw off their ears to gain silence.
Quickly shutting down the alarm—not wanting to wake up your family either—you groaned in despair seeing the familiar reminder to take medication. Sight transferring from staring at the wall to the ceiling, body landing with a soft thump against the bedsheets. A silent cry leaving your lips, into a pair of hands.
Youhated it—Despised everything that was related to an issue involving medical or mental. Glaring towards the organized pill container, the little box laying not far from yourself.
Ever since you were a mere child, night and day were the times you had to drown a pair of tablets or capsules with water. The medication being prescribed, along with some much-needed vitamins apparently. Your parents explained they were necessary, important, and not a day should pass by where you miss a single dose.
Doctor appointment after another, each one telling you the same thing. It was like living inside a broken record player as it constantly repeated.
All of them explained it was to cope with anxiety, depression and other vital things… Something that had you scrunching up in confusion, because it didn’t feel like any of the medication was working or helping with those specific problems—Who were you to judge or go against a professional’s opinion?
But then…
A bad week came where you missed a few doses, such as last night for example. It had panic swelling inside, trying to hide any evidence as best as you could when seeing the still full container that read the exact time and date it was missed.
You must’ve gotten paler in color when your mother practically burst inside the room to make sure the medication was taken. Lies falling off your lips as a nervous smile graced itself. Though it wasn’t long until she left, satisfaction upon her face as you finally released a giant breath of relief before landing on your bed with an exhausted grumble. Eyes slowly drooping, and dark engulfing yourself.
However, unlike the other times where it would just be a blink away until morning. This felt different… It was almost like a gateway, your asleep brain wanting to process all the little visions that flew past in a hurry as the darkness started to grow brighter ahead.
For a second, you feared it was death—But then, you’d wake up and it would all disappear once more like if nothing happened.
Maybe it was only a glimpse of a dream?
A dream… something you haven’t had since your childhood.
Frowning, you snapped out of it while shaking your head to get rid of last night’s memories. You needed to focus on taking your medication before forgetting once more—The important pills were the first to go, wincing when they touched your tongue, leaving an ugly taste in its wake. It had you gagging, forcefully swallowing the tablets, as a familiar voice from inside your dreams faded away into ashes. Nose wiggling in distaste when feeling like your entire brain was getting wiped clean, leaving it hazy to even think.
Although, you didn’t have time to process anything more. Yelps leaving your mouth when seeing the time, running around the room to appear presentable and ready before the clock reminded you again on how late your running.
Cussing when knocking down the open water bottle to the floor, deciding to let it dry instead of cleaning up the mess before snatching the small backpack that was hanging upon the wooden door. You tried not to waste any time as the main lights were switched off, hopping on a single foot to slip inside your shoes with difficulty.
The idea of being tardy had stress building up, accidentally slamming your bedroom door a tad loud for anyone’s liking. But it was too late… The damage was done as you rushed throughout the hall, wanting to make it outside before hearing complaints and a whole lecture from your parents. Hurriedly setting a pace, you didn’t bother noticing something quite particular that happened all around.
Reflections that were supposed to have yourself… Didn’t.
There was not one that showed a body or face, well, at least not yours. Eyes that belonged to seven figures secretly gazing at you with a frown etched into their faces, glancing at one another before disappearing as you passed by without a second thought.
Throughout the years, they saw you change as life goes on… But not in the good way—They watched your eyes grow dimmer, weight on your shoulders growing heavily, and true-self distancing further into the pits of your heart.
And they couldn’t do a thing about it.
At least, not yet—For now… All they can do is watch over like guardians without you being able to see them. Watching, until the day comes where you’d remember everything.
Little did any of you know. That day would be coming along much sooner than anticipated as a container inside your room fell to the ground with a crackle. It bounced a few times, the fall causing the cap to pop off before rolling away. However, it wasn’t alone. Pills getting discarded in groups before finally landing with a silent splash… in the puddle of water, medication dissolving and getting soggy.
Now ruined.
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So I’ve realized I’ve released a few drabbles recently but no series’s
So in order to fix that, I’ll be posting the first part of a new series amidst my drabbles that will be coming out soon!!
So please be on the lookout for it. I can’t tell you how excited I am for it!!
⤞title: quickies
⤞pairing: hoseok x female reader
⤞genre: smut | established relationship
⤞summary: You bring your boyfriend home with you for summer break, and he tries to get in your pants every chance he gets.
⤞word count: 1.1k
⤞warnings: quickies | clothed sex | unprotected sex | riding | dirty talk | choking | exhibitionism | spitting/spit kink | cum eating | clit stimulation | ass slapping | oral sex (male receiving) | mentions teasing | pet names | light erotic humiliation | very light manhandling
⤞rating: 18+
⤞a/n: you can blame @aquagustd & @raplinesmoon . they’re responsible for this. i’m not even embarrassed anymore. when hoseok calls this whore comes running; no shame in my game. y’all been knew what he does to me.
“It’s gonna be quick, babe. I promise.”
It’s so tempting—he always makes it sound so simple, so easy.
You sigh. “Okay, Hoseok. But please let’s not get caught like last time.”
Your boyfriend grabs your hand and leads you into an empty room.
“We didn’t get caught. We almost got caught.”
“It was still too close,” you allow him to pull you on his lap, and you straddle him by placing your knees next to the outer sides of his thighs, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble with my dad.”
“I am trouble, baby girl. Now sit on my dick, please.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine. Take it out.”
“Nah, I’m lazy today. Do it for me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Am I smiling?”
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning whether or not you’re challenging him. You play nice because you know there isn’t much time, but make a mental note to be a brat later to pay him back for being so rude.
You fondle with the button and zipper of his jeans until his pants are undone and his boxers are exposed. Carefully, you remove his length from its confinements and firmly wrap your hand around it. You squeeze it gently; you can’t stop yourself from showing his girth some appreciation before you get started. However, you can’t afford to dwell over your boyfriend’s size for long; it’s only a matter of time before they come looking for you.
He pushes up your skirt and you pull your own panties aside before aligning with the oozing tip. You can feel the warm precum when it touches your clit. You coat him with the arousal gathered at your entrance, a result from his merciless teasing under the dinner table a few minutes ago.
“Hurry up.”
The second his dick probes at your opening, Hoseok slaps your ass and you take in a larger portion of his length than you intended to. You wince and whimper quietly as you wait for the sensitivity to ebb away, but Hoseok is too impatient. He uses his grip on your waist to move your hips slowly until you’re comfortable enough to find your own rhythm.
“I got it,” you mutter, placing your hands on his shoulders.
Hoseok sits back in the chair and watches the show with a smirk.
“You’re bossy today, baby girl.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut me up.” He slaps your ass again, creating more noise for your parents to hear. It earns him a glare but his lopsided smile never fades. “Better make me come before I get loud.”
“Hoseok, you better chill.”
Your panting makes your words come out shaky, but he should know you’re serious. Your parents are right down the hall.
“I think you wanna get caught…you aren’t even trying. Come on, ride this dick like I taught you, baby girl.”
“Fuck you, Hoseok.” You plant your feet on the hard surface and get in a squatting position.
He chuckles.
Annoyance fuels you to grab his throat, and you’re surprised to see the look of excitement on his face. Your own smirk forms as you apply a bit of pressure. “Like this, baby?”
“Yeah,fuck. Just like that.”
You bounce on his cock while looking into his dark brown eyes, watching them gloss over with lust. You pray that your parents don’t hear the lewd sounds that travel through the room each time you drop down on his lap.
Switching gears, you begin rolling your hips, slowing down and clenching intentionally to make him suffer. Serves him right for nearly making you come while you were having a meal with your parents.
“Open your mouth,” you request, hand still clutching him like a necklace. He obliges and you lean over him, spitting directly into his mouth without batting an eye. “Now swallow.”
Hoseok doesn’t hesitate, and after he consumes it he sticks out his tongue again to show proof. You reward him with a kiss and release all of your moans into his mouth. The familiar feeling starts rising in your gut signaling that your orgasm is approaching.
Your boyfriend guides your body, and encourages you to move in the rhythm he favors. You don’t protest because you’re too busy shoving your tongue down his throat. Honestly, you don’t even care as long as he’s buried deep inside of your heat, giving you the pleasure you crave.
“Gonna come?”
You nod your head. “Yeah, mmhm. I can’t hold it.”
He leaves kisses up your neck until he reaches your ear. “Me either. I wanted to come the second you started choking me.”
You have to cling onto him when his thumb touches your clit. He uses your slick to assist him in drawing swift circles over your bundle of nerves, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he starts fucking you from beneath and you bury your face in his shirt to brace yourself for the impact. The coil tightens and eventually snaps, sending an orgasm rippling through your entire body, “you’re so fucking hot.”
You hear him whispering praises in your ear, but eventually his words start to come out as soft moans. Quickly, you climb off of him and wrap your lips around his pulsing cock. His cum squirts into your mouth within the first few seconds of you bobbing your head. You swallow it up greedily, not leaving a drop behind.
“Damn, babe. You really swallowed me up like that? Lemme see.”
You stick out your tongue and show him that nothing’s left. Your boyfriend curses in response then helps you to your feet.
Like a gentleman, he helps you fix your appearance before you step into the hallway. Not saying a word about the encounter in case your parents are standing there waiting for you.
“I love you,” he whispers.
He’s trailing behind you, still tucking his dick in his pants and trying to calm himself down before he has to face your father.
“You can’t sneak into my room tonight, Hoseok.”
“Hey,” he grabs your arm and spins around, pouting when he sees the frown on your face, “I’m serious.”
Your features soften at the sight. “I love you too, Hoseok.”
Satisfied, he wraps his arm around you and you both proceed down the hall in silence until he stops just before you round the corner. He pins your shoulders against the wall and stares at you with those mischievous orbs, the smirk from earlier returning like it never left.
“What about in the morning before they wake up? Can I slip into your room then?”
You roll your eyes and push him off of you.
“Fuck off,” you say as you start to walk away, “ but yeah, you can come.”
⤞title: mu$ic fairy
⤞pairing: rapper!yoongi x podcaster!female reader
⤞genre: angst | smut | pwp
⤞summary: When Yoongi’s career started to kick off, he never imagined he’d have a secret admirer this early in the game. Sure, random women throw themselves at him all the time, but this one has a different approach when it comes to getting his attention.
⤞teaserword count: 0.4k
⤞teaser warnings: swearing | sexual tension | sexual references | mature themes
⤞rating: 18+
⤞a/n: So, I literally just finished the last scene for this and I wanted to share a teaser to celebrate because this is going to be one of my favs. This is unedited, straight from the doc so please don’t judge me lol. For one time only until I return, I’ll be opening a taglist for this fic. You may click here to join(18+), but please only join if you plan on reblogging and/or leaving feedback. Thanks! I hope y’all enjoy this one. Release date is Friday June 10th @ 8pm cst.
He shouldn’t crave the warmth beneath his palm while his hand grips your forearm, but he does. The skin to skin contact should not arouse him so easily, but there’s no denying the bulge forming in his pants. Despite all of this, Yoongi keeps his composure the best he can; you’re too cocky for him to just slip up and expose himself.
“Out of all the times to fuck with me…” he pauses when your glossed luscious lips part to blow the strawberry bubblegum you’ve been chewing. Your tongue darts out to pop and collect the medium-sized pink bubble, and he can feel his knees buckle when you suck it back in.
He’s usually not this fond of people and gum, but the way you handle it, the way you slowly rolled it over your tongue in preparation was a fucking sinful, and he can’t get enough of watching you do it.
“Why tonight?” he asks you.
You bat your thick lashes, probably knowing good and well what you’re doing to him. He knows you’re taunting him, silently asking for him to make a move, but he won’t. You’ll have to beg him for it.
“Because…I’m horny, and tired of waiting for your clueless ass to figure this out.”
Yoongi scoffs. “Bullshit.”
He looks down as your finger loops underneath one of his chains and tugs him closer, something he wouldn’t allow anyone to do, but somehow you already earned privileges. You don’t know how dangerous of a game you’re playing with him, but he silently prays you’ll get to find out. He’d give anything to bend over the hood of his car and—
“Actually, I think you owe me something,” you inform, placing your other hand on his shoulder once he slides his to your waist.
“And what might that be, love?”
Your smirk widens as you hypnotize him with your brown orbs. He can smell your perfume and flavored gum even better from this proximity, and your scent makes him feel like he’s in some sort of blissful haze—intoxicated by the smell of you. It’s no secret that he wants you bad; he just can’t let you know that. Not until you tell him why you’re doing all of this.
“An orgasm.”
