- You Make Me Hard..

“- you make me hard..”

bf!Jungkook ## chubby!reader (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Mature warning: none ! Jungkook constantly wants to please you to show you how much he loves you. And he excessively hate it when you hate your body when there's so much to love ! He doesn't care if you don't work out or lay lazily on the sofa. But if you do workout he wants you to do it because you want it. Not what others want. Not me making a run down on our prince charming since there's no warning. Bye bye !!

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— 888 The warm of the blankets coated your backside and you layered yourself on top of them. Since last night, things have been hard for you. It was summer, the season of bikinis. And you..? You only wore onesies, you didn't wanna have to think about how your body looked like it were suffocating and everyone were laughing at you, and onsies ? They definitely helped with that. You felt tucked and safe in them. But that didn't mean you didn't envy the girls fit enough to wear a two piece and thongs.. so you ordered one.

And it had arrived.

You've never ran to the door so fast after hearing it ding, you even beat Jungkook to it, and he'd been walking himself towards the door as well.

“Woah, babe, what's got you all excited ? What's in the box ?” his eyes scanned your figure leaving up the stairs as he locked the door back before following you. He kept guessing what was in the box, some of his guesses leaving you in a pit of shock.

“anal cream? Toothbrushes, why would you order toothbrushes? we've got a near by store.., a dildo ? or dildos..” he smirked bouncing his eyebrows watching you cut open the box.

“you're not even close koob, just stop guessing at this point.” you chuckled. Peeking into the box you quickly shut it before retreating into the bathroom.

“wha-” Jungkook were frightened by the way you closed the box. “whats in the booxxxx !!” he dragged as he whined walking towards the door only to find out it's locked. “cmon princess, what's the big idea.” a puckered pout befriends his lips

“just wait out there, I wanna show you something! And gimmie your honest reaction.”

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it's been what felt like an hour for Jungkook, and you knew he weren't the most impatient, but you had to check yourself after putting the laced bikini on ( pick any color ). It had little bows caressing the rim of it's band. You had done what seemed like 6, 360's in the mirror before peeking out the door.

“you ready..?” jungkooks face contorted.

“am I ready?? You don't know how long I've been ready for.” he playfully rolled his eyes. Watching your figure step out of the white scaped bathroom. “boner.” you hadn't even fully stood straight Infront of him.

“you haven't even seen it ?!” your brows furrow. you were quite aggravated, you felt sexy, but feeling sexy and looking sexy are two different things. “do I need to !? You make me hard..” his arms reach out for your hips. “peaches, you look really pretty.” he cheesed.

“forreal? Or are you just saying that because I'm your girlfriend.” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“i'm cereal ! (Serious, sorry cereal is just in my vocab for serious..) you look absolutely stunning, do a spin baby.” he chuckled kissing your stomach. you comply.

you could hear him sigh heavily. “dammit y/n.” you turn back around to him trying to read his face, your stomach sinking inside of you. “what..? What's wrong?”

“you just, look so.. edible..” he pauses realizing it isn't like you to wear something as such as this. “why even did you buy a bikini? I thought you didn't like them..”

Your eyes traced themselves along the marble floor. “i.. just thought since I lightened up a little bit I would try it out..?” you conjured up a quick lie, even though you had lost a few pounds. You only were influenced by the media. And Jungkook could read you like a book.

“peaches, what'd I tell you about comparing yourself..?” he gently placed his index and thumb underneath your chin. “what are you talking about, I did just wanna try!” you pout, but he wasn't giving in to the lie you'd depended on. But he'd rather swallow his lecture just for you to feel good.

“okay, but you know you know, you don't have to compare yourself, right? You're the cutest little being I've ever placed my eyes on! I'd rather you be comfortable than trying to beat the media.” his eyes gleamed whilst he threw all the honesty he had at you.

“i know, koobs.. do you really like it? Does it fit well..” you spun once again for him. “have you not figured that out yet? I know you see my boner almost popping out to caress your sweet curves. ” he joked. But you knew he were quite literal.

“i actually don't..” you teased. Hands fondling his locks and his own inked ones traveled around your waist locking you in. You sat on his well built thigh. “then I ought to show you, ain't that right?” your form were held in his arms before he laid you down completely on the bed hovering amongst you.

You felt his manhood tribbing down your leg and he kissed every part of your body. You knew this is what love was. You felt it with him, undying pleasure, while just being with each other, and no judgement. You felt it, only with him.

A grip were held onto your pretty thighs, and a few kisses were planted on your clothed core. “this is a start..” he looks up to you for reassurance and once he got it, there was no stopping him.

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I WANT TO MAKE A SERIES FOR THIS ?! Never have I ever felt so In love with a story so much.

if you couldn't tell by my last two polls I have a undying love with chubby!readers, I fear they don't get enough love from our fic community. It just makes me feel like they read books that make them fit into the structure. And I refuse ! So chubby readers getting a series for my chub princesses !! I love you ALLLL. So much.

I'm stopping myself from writing vampy!reader or vampy!Jungkook because it never wins the polls... ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Pre reading after I do my morning routine, I got up and went straight to writing for you guys

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game night | jjk

it's your turn to host game night, and an exciting, undressing game awaits jungkook at home....

author's note, please read: THIS IS A REPOST OF MY ORIGINAL FIC! i made a post saying i'm done writing smut and wanted to go back and edit/delete my older smutty fics. this is the first one i'm dealing with (i still don't know what I'll do about the others, they might just get deleted entirely without a repost like this one, so read them while you can!). the "smut smut" has been edited out. i hope you guys understand.

description/tw/tags: ~3k words / one-shot / established relationship / established relationship / suggestive / i hope you guys like it! feedback is appreciated & welcome :)

Dating Jungkook was a lot of fun. So fun that well into your time together, you both doubted a “honeymoon phase” ever existed in relationships and pitied anyone who said it did - every minute of your relationship had been a prolonged “honeymoon phase" with nothing changing since you first got together. You never had to find ways to keep your time together interesting, sexy, or fun…. they just were. It’s how you both were, even before meeting each other, and, sure enough, it’s how you both fell in love. Your wacky ideas either complimented or impressed the other, and your traditions - even the most routine ones - were always treats you looked forward to. Especially…game night.

A routine tradition that never seemed so, for most game nights were different. There were the classic video game or board game nights, switching up the games, the settings, and the characters you played to keep it interesting. There were the innocent games that surprisingly not always turned not-so-innocent since you and Jungkook just loved playing them regardless… (though his genius suggestion of “hide and seek in the dark” that one time did result in one of the steamiest nights of your life). Similarly, there were bedroom nights when you and Jungkook spent more time naked in the bed than you thought was humanly possible, teasing and toying for hours…  And there was also, “serious business” - when you and Jungkook sat down with a super serious mindset - whether it was a 1000-piece puzzle, the hardest Lego sets you could find, or Mario Kart. 

Tonight, it was your turn to plan game night. That’s all Jungkook knew when he walked in from work that evening. After coming up with such a genius idea - the perfect blend of every game category you’d established, you had to keep it a secret til the last minute…. and make the little brat wait a little.

“Baby!” Jungkook calls the moment he steps through the front door of the apartment, the enthusiasm is his voice clear as day. “I’m starving. You said you made me something, didn’t you? What’s tonight’s game? What’s tonight’s game night dessert? I’m ready to eat, I’m ready to game, and I’m ready for you. Tell me.” He slams his hands excitedly on the kitchen table, wiggling his eyebrows. “Tell me - what do you have planned?”

“Patience, baby. Take a bit of this donut first,” you tell your boyfriend, feeding him one of the sugared donuts you’d baked for the night. 

“Mmm,” he moans, his brows furrowing as he licks his lips and tilts his head forward, asking for another bite. “If the game is ‘how many donuts can we eat in one sitting’, you are going down, baby.”

He smiles, taking the entire donut in his hands and eating at it until he finds the tray full of them on the coffee table, grabbing another one. “This is almost as good as the pancakes we made last week… And the syrup I ended up licking off of your tummy was the sweetest thing...” 

“Eat up, Kook,” you laugh, seeing your adorable boyfriend stuff his face with desserts, as he always did, with an angry yet complimentary expression on his face. “You’ll need the energy.”

“What will I need energy for? Not complaining, let me figure it out....” He looked around the living room, which looked exactly as it always did, save for the extra pillows you set up on top of the mattress Jungkook placed in front of the TV. “The PS5 is turned off, the Switch is turned off, no pens or paper, no board games in sight, I need energy…..” Jungkook recounts, trying to piece together the puzzle. “Is it hide and seek or 'the floor is lava' again? A new remix? In the dark?”

“Not exactly,” you say, bending to pick out the box of UNO playing cards you’d wedged between the pillows. “Let’s play.”

“UNO?” The look of disappointment on Jungkook’s face is undeniable - no matter how hard he tries to hide it, the little pout sticks out. After a full day of teasing and keeping it a mystery…. UNO, he wonders. “I- okay, baby, if that’s what you want. I have to admit I thought you’d be a little more creative. And hey, why would I need energy for UNO? Is it because I have to keep up with you and your little tantrums when you lose?”

You roll your eyes. “You wer right about something, stupid. There is a remix. UNO with a twist,” you tease your boyfriend, quickly kissing his neck before tugging on his t-shirt, your hand swiftly slipping beneath the fabric and grazing his solid abs. Nestled into his neck, you reveal the game you had planned. “Strip UNO.”

The shift in his demeanor is immediate. 

“Strip UNO? Yeah?” he asks with wide eyes and a menacing smirk, rubbing his nose against yours. “Yeah, damn. This is new. This is you. You’re all sexy suggesting stuff like this. I just know.... it'll end with angry - sorry, passionate - sex. Oh, you always bite me extra hard when you're angry. I can't wait.”

“Don’t get too confident, baby. I think I can beat your ass.”

He scoffs. “Hah, we’ll see about that.” Looking down, he sees himself disappointed at how few layers you both have on… it’s usually the other way around, with him being disappointed that you had too many layers on. Still, the gaze is the same. Tempting. Excited. Calculating.

“Let’s layer up and take this slow. I don’t want to get you naked too quickly in this cold.” You follow him into the bedroom, grabbing as many items as you can fetch before hiding away in the bathroom to layer up. Knowing how this’ll end, you’re sure to switch out your bra for the black low-cut, lacy push-up bra that Jungkook loved so much. He’d get you to that stage regardless…. might as well fluster him, you think, smiling as you put on the matching underwear,

After layering up, you walk out of the bathroom to see Jungkook bundled up in just as many layers…. even pulling out a puffer jacket and a beanie he looked adorable in. How was this supposed to be a sexy game when Jungkook looked like one giant boba ball walking around your apartment?!

“Gkaja,” he grins, a wide, proud smile on his face thinking he has an advantage over what seems to him as your fewer layers.

Plopping down on the living room mattress in more layers than you could count with the plate of donuts by your side - it was game time.

“Let’s go.”

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“Uno!” You scream, holding up your final card in your hands while laughing at the eight in Jungkook’s. Seconds later, when he plays a card, and you put down your final card, the round is finally over.

“Hah,” you smirk. “Finally. Take your t-shirt off, Jeon.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook takes off his tee and discards it onto the pile of clothes on your side, leaving him in the long-sleeved t-shirt he wore underneath, his favorite grey sweatpants, and his socks.

“My puffer jacket, my beanie, my hoodie, my sweater….” he sighs, shuffling and distributing cards. “You must’ve rigged this. I thought I’d get you fully naked by now but it’s alright. I already won enough rounds to make you get rid of your sweater, your jacket, your cardigan, your socks, your extra skirt, and your crop top - genius addition by the way, ….. Now you’ve just got your pants, a t-shirt, and I’m assuming underwear underneath. Piece of cake.”

Sure enough, he wins the next round. 

“Finally, let’s see that bra, baby,” he giggles, but not as loud as you do when you take off your t-shirt to reveal the tank top you wore underneath.

“Fucking…”, Jungkook resigns, scratching his forehead. “Another hidden layer… It’s not fair. It’s not fair. I tried - guys just can’t layer as much as girls do. They don't make as many layers in as thin fabrics for us.”

“You could’ve worn your muscle tee underneath."

He looks up at you to shoot you a glare, but his expression turns into a suspecting one, catching how low the neckline of the tank top went, the lace of his favorite bra creeping out, and, more importantly, your cleavage - almost on full display. Before he could say anything, you jump up from your spot, making sure your chest bounced a little more than they usually would. 

“I’ll just grab us some water,” you say slowly, walking over to the kitchen to get two glasses of water before returning to find Jungkook frozen in his spot, the cards from the previous round still unshuffled in front of him.

“Kook? The cards?”

“Hmm?” he coos, looking up at you, then at the cards, taking them in his hands. “Oh.”

You bend down to place Jungkook’s glass by his side, making sure he got a clear view down your bra the second your chest meets his eyeline before you sit back down with your glass. It takes another moment for Jungkook to return to the cards, quietly shuffling and distributing them.

“You go first,” he says before he pinches the skin at his wrist, just as he did when he tried to sit through a movie you wanted to watch that he found boring. You could practically read his thoughts at that moment - Stay focused. Stay focused. Stay focused. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know it - his sugary fingertips digging into his skin did all the talking.

The game goes on until you yell “Uno!” to which Jungkook sighs. 

“Fuck, I just realized I have a yellow card I could’ve played,” he groans, putting down a green one with a pout, finally allowing you to end the game as the winner. 

“Distracted, baby?”, you tease, leaning all the way down and bringing your arms together, emphasizing your chest and cleavage even further. “It’s okay if you wanna give up now.”

You drink in the sight of Jungkook standing up to take off his white t-shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs underneath.

“Let’s see who gets distracted now,” he mutters, eating an entire donut in two bites before shaking his head in concentration, the furrowed expression on his face one of frustration at the game and delight in the carby dessert’s immediate sugar rush. Licking his lips, Jungkook quietly reshuffles the cards and distributes them once again, starting - and winning the round with a laser focus, as though UNO was never a game of luck but skill, one that he had been honing his entire life. 

“Hah,” he says, a wide smile finally returning to his face as he wiggles his eyebrows and leans back on his elbows. “Strip. Strip for me, slut.” Jungkook never commanded you with words like that except in the roughest of times…. but the giddy expression on his face is too cute. It was his frustration and horniness talking - and that excitement only thrilled you further…. Was it that much of a torture for him to wait to get you undressed? That sexy smirk on his face after he licked his lips seemed to prove it...

You laugh, taking in his entire form as he was, from his anticipating expression all the way down to his legs and wiggling toes, each one individually covered by his toe socks. Taking off your tank top, he sees your chest in all of its glory, held by his favorite bra.

Don’t wear it often. Surprise me with it every now and then, he had once said. You were just following his orders, every single time… And Jungkook reacted as he always did. Almost a reflex, his head tilted forward, eyes growing wider as his tongue peeked out from between his lips....

But, unlike all those times, he remembers himself when the tank top lands on his lap instead of the pile of discarded clothes.

“Fuck you,” he says with a slight laugh, scratching his head, his eyes never leaving your chest. “I knew it. I thought I recognized the lace.”

“As I said - do you want to end the game here, baby?” you ask, leaning back and away from him while tracing the trim of the lace with your fingertips. “It’s alright, you know. I can win.”

He looks up at your face. “Oh, I’ll do whatever I want as soon as I win…. “ Jungkook surveys the room, obviously trying to come up with a scheme to trick and distract you and level with you…. and when he turns to face you again, there’s something dark in his eyes. “Plus, I have my ways too, baby.”

And so the messiest, sloppiest game of UNO commences. It's hard to pinpoint what Jungkook didn't do next. It was all too desperate - desperate for you - and so, all too sexy. From pouring his glass of water over his head and torso and flexing his toned, muscled, and tattooed arms - your known weakness - to eating a donut while recreating an expression he only ever had when he'd been between your legs and at one point, rubbing at the area over his sweatpants - a submission seemingly at the tip of his tongue... The tongue you'd missed so badly...

Before you knew it, Jungkook won, and you had 18 cards in your hands… and you couldn’t tell if his groans were fake anymore.

A grunt rebelliously escaped his body when you admitted defeat and take off your leggings. With his hands by his side, he gives you a clear view of his glistening body and visible bulge as he leans back, prepared to watch you undress... Keeping your eyes on Jungkook, you slowly find the waistline of your leggings, pulling them down to reveal the underwear that came with the bra he loved so much….

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts as you plop back down on the mattress in a criss-cross position, giving him a clear view of everything he wanted to see. “I forgot the bra was part of a set.”

With your focus drowned out by the thought of one another and the growing tension in the air, you and Jungkook didn't take notice if you were playing correctly or even pulling the right amount of cards from the deck. All you knew was that, somehow, Jungkook won the round. And by that point, you both had enough. 

The second your hand finds your bra hooks at your back, Jungkook leaps across and over you, grabbing your hands before they’re able to unhook it in defeat. Pushing your body towards his face, Jungkook hungrily kisses and bites at your chest. “Fuck,. Keep it on,” he moans, biting the bow that sat right between. Everything he did after had been either heavenly or adorable, but the best part was the feeling of him smiling against your skin at the sounds of your gasps and both of your slight giggles. No matter what, Jungkook always found new ways to play with you, and he was surely having fun, his sugary lips stuck to his saliva on your skin and sprinkling over your bra.

“The donuts didn’t fill your appetite, huh, babe?” you whisper, kissing the top of his head where your fingers have been toying with his long hair. He licks the skin with a whine that nearly sends you into overdrive.

At your dual realization of the fabrics between you, Jungkook eagerly stands up and takes off his sweatpants, boxers, and socks all at once, chucking them to the other side of the room before grabbing your underwear at your hips and pulling them off of you - all in a matter of seconds.

You chuckle at Jungkook’s haste before your naked bodies meet. He starts placing soft, quick kisses on your chest, almost having had his fill of the area for the night, before he kisses down your torso, his hands roaming your soft body all the way down...

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“So… before we go for round 2….” Jungkook begins through heavy breaths, hovering above you once more “….who won game night?”

“I did, obviously,” you laugh.

“What, you won because I fucked you so well?” Jungkook immediately snaps back with a proud grin, looking up at you. “That's a win, but I'm sorry baby, I won the last round of UNO, remember?”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Baby, you jumped on me. You stopped the game and gave in. You got turned on first. You made a move first. You are naked. I am not. I won.”

“Technically, by wearing that slutty, beautiful little bra - you made the first move, babe. ”

“Well, that first move ensured me the win, Koo. That's the whole point, baby - who can get naked first. Didn't you realize I was giggling so much? It was a laugh of a champion.”

“I thought I was just being adorable. I thought you were having fun." 

“You always are, baby…. And it was fun as fuck. But I won,” you tease, booping his nose with a kiss.

“So what, I’m a loser for not being able to resist you? For having the most perfect girlfriend in the world? Nah, that’s not losing.” Jungkook’s lips meet yours in a kiss. “I win.”

Touch starved

Touch starved

Masterlist

He was a handsome man, a one who people might believe he was an angel but he was far from an angel. He was the devil's worst nightmare, and that handsome man's heart just beats for you.

You flinched feeling his breath hitting your ear lobe as his hands wrapped around your waist pulling you into his embrace, drowning himself in your scent. "It's me doll" he whispered, burying his face into your neck almost suffocating himself but it fine, as long as it's you.

"you feel better today doll?" he muttered into your neck, drawing circles on your belly that he adores so much.

"yeah, you could have coughed though, you scared me" you muttered pushing yourself further into his embrace, feeling his chest vibrations as he chuckled "sorry, I just like to surprise you" he muttered and you rolled your eyes playfully at him "you will be the cause of my death one day" you muttered and he just smiled into your neck before placing a soft kiss there "well maybe" he whispered.

You never thought, that the man who shamelessly begs for your attention, who shamelessly kisses each and every part of you, telling you how you were his, telling you how he can never imagine his life without you, was the same person who commits the worst crimes that could ever cross a human's mind.

You were watching TV quietly, with the man you love on the ground next to your feet, laying his head on your knees enjoying the way you tangled his hair around your finger, enjoying each and every touch, he was touch starved something he never knew he had until that night when you started softly caressing his face. It was the softest thing he ever felt in his entire life.

He remembers that night well, the night his victim turned into his ultimate source of life, the air he breaths and the only thing he adores. He took you on a nice date and you being silly agreed to getting home with him, to watch a movie he said but you both knew it wasn't a movie.

He had you so pretty on his bed, sitting there looking at the screen in your navy blue dress, with your hair laying effortlessly on your back, you were a canvas... a pretty canvas that he wanted to rebuild in his messed up ways.

He chose the knife he was going to use to unlive you, he placed that knife on the fruit bowl placing it on the table beside his bed. He had everything planned but you were so in love, that you couldn't wait any longer and turned to look at him before pulling him close... He thought you would kiss, but you didn't.. instead just kept the eye contact before softly running your thumb up and down his cheek, sometimes touching the side of his lips almost teasing him... He remembers how love strucked he was at that moment, how amused and shy he got... No one ever made him feel such way, and it does sound cringy but that's the pretty truth he tried to ignore.

Your fingers were soft, so soft almost like cotton candy, your eyes were staring at him with so much sincerity that he almost teared up... He felt like a lost puppy who finally found their owner. He remembers how your thumb ran along his lower lip before asking something so silly "can I kiss you?" how silly can you get? Of course you can.. he needs it... At that specific second he felt as if he didn't kiss you he might drown to death so he did what he felt like doing and pulled you into a kiss, a soft genuine one, almost too addicting.

And he would never forget that night, when you allowed him to trace your canvas of a body with his bloody hand, with his filthy hand, he doesn't deserve such an angel... But he knew that he won't allow anyone close to you but him. That night he whispered to you how fucked up you were, how he will ruin your entire being but you only respond with more moans, slipping past those pretty lips.

It wasn't a lie, he changed the plan and decided to ruin you, to get into your darkest parts of your mind and get it even darker... But, somehow along the lines he became the one preserving this innocence, making sure his filth didn't touch you, making sure you were sound and healthy, making sure to provide you heaven since it was the least he can do.

And somehow along the lines did you become his support system, his everything, the only thing he needs to survive, a second without you feels like centuries. He loves you and he will always do, so you better be ready to accept that love because he's no way planning on letting you go.

jungkook with an inexperienced s/o hot takes . . .

↺ firstly he wants to be sure that you 100% want this before he touches you so even when you two are already butt naked next to each other, he’d ask if you were certain about being ready

↺ he’s more excited and nervous than you, literally squeaks as you take off his clothes in a rush, heart beating out of his chest as he smiles sheepishly — he can’t believe this is really happening

↺ he’d be so dissociated at first as you kiss all over his body, wondering if this is actually happening or if he’s seeing things.

↺ but once your hands touches his dick and he starts to harden, he takes the control and lays you in bed as he hovers over you. He traps you under his weight as he makes out with you, grinding his bulge against your clothless slit

↺ he’d slap his length against your hole and slide it up and down on your folds, deep grunts leaving his throat as he tries to get you wet enough for him first

↺ he’d probably go down on you too — since he was literally waiting for an excuse to eat you out. Plus, what’s a better way to get you dripping wet for him other than his mouth?

↺ he’s the type to lazily finger you as he laps his tongue against your hole and press his nose against your clit because he’s sure you’re gonna love the feeling

↺ the type to giggle and moan against your cunt if you were to tug on his hair for more or start to grind against his face desperately

↺ and after he’s done with the foreplay, he’d whisper “you’re read, baby?” in your ear before finally bringing his dick to your entrance and push himself inside, trying his best to be careful at not going too fast or too hard

↺ he’d be the very best at reassuring you — would definitely hold your hands and kiss your forehead as he inserts his member in, constantly asking if you’re okay and if you wanna stop

↺ he’d let you have your time adjusting his size, slowly moving to stretch you out while he kisses you passionately, whispering praises like “my good girl, you’re taking me so well,” or like “you feel so good baby, so wet and tight for me”

↺ and when you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him even deeper as you say “faster, please” his eyes would glisten, he would let out the huskiest groan because fuck, that is the hottest thing ever

↺ he wouldn’t make you repeat yourself and start to thrust into you faster, deeper, sucking on your neck and chest as he paces up, hands fondling every inch of your skin in the mean time

↺ I’m thinking he’d be the type to grunt “mine, you’re mine” and stuff like that as he gradually gets rougher — depending on your reaction ofc, if he sees you enjoying it

↺ soon you’d be bent in half as he rails you relentlessly, both you a sweating mess. but he wouldn’t stop until you finish, he just has to feel you creaming his cock desperately, he’s been dreaming about it for so long

↺ and finally when you’re done, he’d ask permission to cum inside you because he’s a sucker for it and he’d collapse onto you with a relieved sigh if you allow him

↺ he’d giggle and crawl inside your arms after that despite being too heavy for you, because for some reason you’re looking too cute trapped under him like that

↺ and then he’d thank you and say that you did amazing. he’d rub your muscles and also offer to wash you up because he wants to take care of you, he loves you so much and he feels so lucky to be your first :3

🃏‧₊˚checkmate | JHS (18+)

❀one-shot❀

❥pairing: rockstar!hoseok X backup-dancer!reader // black!reader

❥genre: rockstar AU, angst, smut, some fluff

❥summary: Just some love confessions and hot, steamy s*x in the rain after a concert…

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❥!!warnings!!: slightly rough sex + dirty talk

❥other warnings: semi-public sex, parking garage sex on the hood of a car [sorry not sorry, I am clearly a wh0re for car sex💗], raw sex in the rain [please use protection!], oral [fem & male receiving], face f^cking, creampie, backshots, small daddy kink, some arguing in the dialogue, hoseok feeling himself and having wild concerts, making out, cl¡t piercing, curvy d¡ck, comparing hoseok’s d¡ck to a jack-in-the-box [i love my mind so much😭], some POV switching, they don’t actually say the three big words

❥word count: 4.7k

-song inspo: pandora’s box- jhope [ugh I love how he did the background verse with his grungey voice, this mf is so fucking fineee fuck😭] || say it- tory [ew, but I’ve been listening to this for so long]

-inspo also from the fact that his hobipalooza performance gave me big d¡ck with a curve energy! the curve is important, idc idc!

-author’s note: Ik this is kinda late but I hope it’s worth it and that you enjoy!! 🤍 Didn’t know how else to end it without dragging it so yeah. This is dedicated to @maltate123 who messaged me about their excitement to read this 🥹💗

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Even after an hour-long concert filled with breathtaking rapping and dancing, Hoseok was still pumped after the show, only breathless now because he was too busy sticking his sinister tongue down your throat and rubbing his chrome-painted fingers too far up your skirt.

His other hand sat veiny and heavy like a choker on your neck as he kissed you, tilting your head just right for your lips to fit to his heart-shaped ones, holding you in place on top of the hood of his cherry red Ferrari Portofino.

You knew what he meant when he proposed you to come chill with him instead of heading to the hotel right away, but you weren’t betting on the rockstar to cockily confront you about your little stunt on stage.

It was an accident, you promised yourself.

Right…

Letting Hoseok run his fingers over your exposed torso as you swayed in front of him was an accident.

Letting your hips glue too close together was an accident, along with letting Hoseok guide you on him.

Grinding on the rockstar… was a complete accident.

It wasn’t like anyone could see from the different angles on the big screens that your bare ass was circling all up on his dick print. Right?

And you swore that no one caught Hoseok sticking his tongue out and grinding with you back. So therefore, it didn’t happen.

Yeah. No.

It did. Only half an hour ago. In front of 100k people.

And it had Hoseok blemishing up the side of your neck with bite marks, his thumb idly caressing your inner thigh.

After the days and days of practicing one of his unreleased songs, “Checkmate”, a track that included Hoseok’s grungey rap and silk vocals explaining how to play one’s pieces right when it came to love, the accumulated sexual tension couldn’t make it past the concert. Not with the way he was feeling the vulgar lyrics and your sexy dancing tonight on that stage.

You looked too good in your matching outfit for the segment—sporting a mesh halter top and a black, cargo mini skirt with a rhinestoned belt. Your combat boots added to the fit, and the silver accessories and glitter on your brown skin completed it. Visually appearing as the female personification of J-Hope was on point for “Checkmate”, just like his decision in choosing you to lead dance with him.

So he was over the moon on how amazing you were, not being able to suppress it any longer to make it to the safety of the hotel. The top floor of the parking garage was empty, as it was VIP access only, but the bustling of fans and cars on the street down below reminded you that you were both out in the open. Fortunately, the thunder cackling in the gray, night sky above was hiding the hushed moans and wet kisses enough to not care.

“Jay…” You sighed as he brushed the fluffed kinks and curls of your hair away so that he could nibble the skin beneath your ear. You gripped his distressed shirt, trying to turn your head away so that the blowing wind could cool down your cheeks. The muggy air wasn’t helping. You could feel how much you wanted him to split you open.

So you moved your hands underneath his shirt, skimming along the waistline of his baggy pants and luxury boxers, heading for what you really desired.

Hoseok hissed, pulling back from your neck and resting his forehead on yours as he caught his breath the same. “I thought we were going slow,” he said.

You scoffed and angled your head up. “Is bringing me up here to make-out your definition of going slow, Jay?”

He pouted his duck lips against your nose. “No… Shaking your ass on my dick isn’t going slow either.”

“You touched me first,” you argued back, recounting how he pulled you into him on the stage. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself for shit.”

The rockstar hummed. “Is that your excuse? Unprofessionalism?”

Your brow raised. “For?”

“Acting like we both didn’t say fuck it to the original choreo and dry humped on stage.”

You felt flustered all of a sudden.

“We didn’t dry hump,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Hoseok grinned. “Sure we didn’t, baby. Kiss me.”

You ignored his sarcastic comment but pulled him closer. Hoseok gracefully slipped his tongue back into your mouth and brought his hands down to your waist. They worked to undo the belt around your hips and push the hem of your skirt up to give him more access.

Then he finally slid his hand between your legs, fingers pressed up against your cunt, you gasping hotly against his mouth.

“W-We’re not going slow, Jay,” you whimpered.

He responded as he started kissing over your shoulder. “You don’t wanna go slow, anyways, baby.”

He was right.

Your fingers flew to the bulge in his Louis Vuitton pants. Heavy and erect, curving up in your palm through the expensive fabric. A lightning strike flashed out the corner of your eye as Hoseok groaned at the sensation.

“Want you on my tongue,” he confessed, making your heart pick up speed.

“Your manager said not to be out here for too long,” you reminded, but the rockstar hiked your legs up to roll your underwear down your thighs and over your combat boots.

You rolled your eyes as he brought the lacy pair to his face for a long inhale before chucking it like a slingshot over the railing of the parking garage. A car honked seconds later. You could imagine that your soiled underwear hit someone’s windshield.

“I think you’re supposed to keep them, dumbass.”

“Why?” he voiced, pushing your legs apart, the cool air breezing against your pussy. Your hands brushed through his growing mullet as he got on his knees on the concreted ground and propped your leg up on his shoulder. “To gag you so that you can shut your fucking mouth?”

Ohh, that’s what you wanted to hear:

The put together artist getting angry at your slick comments enough to push this celibate talking stage to the side. No more acting prude.

“No,” you answered. “So that you can rub your dick with it later. When you think about writing me those late night texts.”

He slapped the back of your thigh, and you bit your mouth shut to suppress a moan. “But you could do a much better job at it than me.”

“Mmm, a blowjob?”

He hummed back in return since he ended up latching his lips to your leg and marking the oiled, brown skin of it. The agreement of reciprocal head made you even more excited. Oral was a green light for you, and you knew the rockstar could give it good, but you wanted nothing more than to have his dick on your tongue instead.

The way it felt curved against you as you swiveled your ass on it on stage had you equally horny. Horny enough to be lenient on your own stupid rule of “taking it slow” with him.

So you leaned back on your palms on the hood of the Ferrari as you offered yourself to Hoseok. Legs spread to their widest with one on his shoulder, ass bare underneath your skirt. His kisses and thigh kneading were making you wetter by the second.

“Ready for me?” He mumbled on your skin, your arousal wafting his nose from the windy weather.

Your heart picked up another beat, and you nodded. You told him “Yes, Jay.”

His fingers made their move and touched your pussy, teasingly surpassing your clit and rubbing your soaked folds down to your entrance. A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he fondled you slowly, your core igniting like hell for him. He got a louder noise when he slid a finger inside, only to take it away from you and say he wanted to lick you numb first.

He didn’t know how easily possible that was until he reached for your clit. “Oh,” he pulled his hand back a bit, his animated noise of shock making you curious.

“What?”

“That’s a sexy surprise,” he chuckled and yanked you closer by the back of your legs. “Your piercing. You weren’t gonna tell me?”

Your cheeks flamed. You really forget that you have it, and you never thought to bring it up. Honestly, making it this far with Hoseok wasn’t on your mind at all… Situations like these—an artist hanging around a backup dancer too much—sounded like quick flings that wouldn’t play out well in the end. Especially not with a busy person such as Hoseok. But you didn’t mention that self-conscious shit.

“You like it?” you asked.

He pulled away from your thigh just to look at your decorated pussy again. “Yeah,” he licked his lips. “It’s so cute… Wanna lick it…”

You arched your hips towards his face. “I’m not stopping you.”

Thunder crashed in the background as Hoseok pushed your leg further up and brought his pink tongue to your core. It slid between your folds at a hurried pace at first, as if you’d disappear if he didn’t take this chance to sample you quickly. The tip of his muscle slowed as it met your aching nub, his fingers gripping you tight to keep you from moving as he leisurely pressed the jewelry pierced in it side-to-side.

Hoseok alternated between sucking and licking based on how loud you were getting, purposely ignoring the rest of your pussy, only letting his grunts stimulate you in vibrations. Oh, fuck. And he was drooling all over you as he flicked your studded, brown pearl back and forth with his tongue.

“Tastes so good,” he sighed.

“I do?” you whimpered out, dragging your fingers through his curly hair for grip.

“Yeah, like honey… You’re my honey,” he nuzzled closer, his tongue flattening over your hole this time. “So sweet.”

The numbing he was summoning upon your clit from torturing it was painful, but you were so wet and enjoying the extra pinch in pleasure too much to stop him. You couldn’t help but to hold him close and grind against his mouth.

“Gonna cream daddy’s face?” he groaned. His hooked nose was bumping against the jewel in your clit now.

Oh, hell, why would he fucking say that…

“Yes,” you moaned, “—gonna cream daddy’s face.”

But you received just a few more strokes before it all ceased.

Because Hoseok had pulled away.

His grin was evil. Kinda hot, too, because your juices were all over his mouth and chin. “Did you really think I was gonna let you cum? That easily?”

You pushed his shoulders after wiping his mouth with your sleeve, but he caught himself and stood up. “Fuck off. I was getting close.”

“Not close enough,” he jeered and stuck his tongue out again, letting it loll over his bottom lip. You made a whiny noise under your breath and pulled him close by the buckle around his hips.

If he wanted to treat you that way, then okay. Two can play that game.

You slid off the Ferrari and let Hoseok take your spot. But he beat you to your next move by forcing you down on your knees on the grainy concrete. His fingers tangled in your fro as he forcefully brought your face near the tent in his jeans.

He tsked and glared down at you over his nose. “Don’t forget I’m in control here, sweet girl.”

He figured you were going to deny him of an orgasm, too.

“You never were,” you told him.

The sexy smirk was back as he lifted the hem of his baggy shirt to undo the belt and button on his jeans. Hoseok’s dick popped out the zipper, springing free like a jack-in-the-box. And did he appear so heavenly yet devilish looking down on you like that with the lightning in the sky surrounding him.

You bit your lip as you took him in your hand. Fuck. His dick was as pretty and impressive as him.

“I want all of this shit down your throat, baby,” Hoseok said, tilting your head. “Can you handle it?”

You boldly licked up the side of his cock, your eyes fluttering up to his as you grinned. “Yes, daddy.”

You think you’re louder than Hoseok when you taste him again. The veiny skin that met your palate was warm and salty from his sweaty performance. The head was softer but just as heavy and thick on your tongue. You moaned as pre-cum smeared your glossy lips, Hoseok seeming to fawn over how much you were enjoying his cock in your face.

His groan was full of yearning when you tapped it on your cheek. “Oh, don’t play with me, baby… Be nice.”

“Or what?” you whispered before taking him into your mouth. You watched his face as you swallowed him deeper, your body thrumming as he threw his head back and gave you the glorious view of his Adam’s apple bobbing dryly in his throat.

His fucked out expression came darker as he leaned his head back down to look at you with a set jaw. Maybe you should have chosen your two words more wisely... because Hoseok’s dick already in your mouth gave him the leverage to shove it further past your uvula.

He was rough as he held you there and thrusted, your nose pressed to the material of his shirt, your smokey eyeshadow and mascara beginning to run. One hand found his thigh muscle and the other held two fingers in your pussy. You could’ve came from that alone, along with Hoseok’s stuttered cussing.

But he yanked you back moments later and pulled out of your mouth. You greedily chased it, licking it again, opening your mouth wide… Your throat was dying for more.

“Didn’t take you for a cock slut, Miss Let’s-Take-Things-Slow,” Hoseok growled, snatching your hand from your cunt and lifting you up from the ground. Your knees had tiny concrete pebbles sticking painfully to them, but it didn’t compare to how badly you wanted the rockstar between them.

“We… We are taking things slow,” you said.

Hoseok pushed you towards the car, your front facing the windshield, him stepping closer into your space, his labored breath on your neck. You yelped as he forced you down to the hood and pinned you there.

“That’s your favorite word, huh? Slow.”

He pressed himself against your ass to brush your wet folds with his dick. “Is that how you want me to fuck you since that’s how we’re taking things?”

You grumbled “maybe” and took this time to circle your hips on him like you did on stage. What was all the talking for? Couldn’t he put it in and shush now?

Your ass looked delectable rubbing over his shaft, Hoseok guiding you on him again, just without the barrier of clothing. A droplet of rain hit the smooth expanse of your cheek, and Hoseok went ahead and gripped you open to take you before it started pouring.

With fingers pressed to your tailbone, he pushed inside slowly, and your tight warmth greedily sucked him in. His palm slipped to the hood of the car when he made it skin-to-skin with you, the sound of his erratic inhales on your ears. You could barely push him off with your fingertips to his stomach as you moaned, Hoseok moving your hand down to the hood and kissing the discomfort off of your tongue.

He knew he had the dirtiest curve to his cock that was already burning the heat inside of you.

“Fuck!” Your cry echoed against the concrete of the parking garage. The rockstar cussed right along with you as he held you tightly and thrusted. Your body went even more stiff at the intrusion and you gasped.

“Oh, c’mon, baby…” He smirked against your lips, his rigid torso warm on your back. “I know you can take it like this…”

It was that fucking curve that had you stepping into your tippy toes and clawing at the red paint of his luxury car with every drag of his hips. But it stung so good and deliciously scalded that you willingly bended into the arch he was coaxing.

You felt too tight and hot and wet around Hoseok that he didn’t want to be slow about this. It was obvious with how he was ramming into you fast and deep, far enough to feel it in your stomach. You started grinding back, whining at every skim his cock made against your walls and every spank he gave your ass to make it jiggle.

It didn’t matter that Mother Nature was finally beginning to weep. The dreary clouds expelled a steady drizzle that beaded on the curve in your spine and the space where you and Hoseok stood connected as he drilled into you wholeheartedly. If anything, the emergence of the thunderstorm pushed the rockstar to snap his dancer hips harder.

You gazed at him underneath your lashes and bit your lip as you caught his thrusts, Hoseok watching you take it and fuck back onto him, his fingers sliding up to grip your neck and down to rub your pierced clit.

“Gotta take you on tour with me more often,” he growled as he held your eyes. “Fly you out to dance with me on stage… then fuck you into a hotel bed. Shit—do whatever you wanna do in that city, too.”

You moaned when he angled your hips higher on his length, massaged your bundle of sensitive nerves in tighter circles. “Are you saying I could get anything I want with this ass, Jay?”

The rockstar was becoming fucked through. Pussy and ass like this could, “Yeah”, get anything that was wanted from him.

Especially when you could drown him in your essence, wiggle your hips a bit extra to get him to cum quickly behind you before you tapped out. He pulled out swiftly and came on your backside, wanting to fill you up so full but remembered he was already being irresponsible with company rules.

Hoseok greedily watched your orgasm roll down between your legs, wanting to latch his mouth back to that pierced clit of yours and get you to cum again. But the rain was starting to pelt the concrete of the parking garage. And he was supposed to be changing into non-conspicuous clothing for his departure of the festival…

He didn’t have enough time.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” You said. Hoseok hadn’t even gotten his dick back into his pants before you were pulling your skirt down and reaching for your damp tote bag perched up on the front wheel of the Ferrari.

“________.”

It made you stop in your tracks. But you didn’t want to hear anything that would piss you off.

“Just… Let me get back to the hotel, Jay.”

“No,” he said. “Can we talk about this before you walk away and stop picking up my calls until I need you for a set?”

Ouch. Confrontation.

“What is there to talk about?”

The rockstar unbelievably shook his head at you. “You. Us. Now.”

You scoffed, equally shocked at his words. “After you got to fuck me?”

It renders him speechless for a second as the rain falls quicker. Exactly… Why would he want to talk seriousness right after you became a liability? There was no us, not even with the long FaceTime calls and practice room conversations. Did he think you were going to kiss and tell the world?

The thought of having this fling kept a secret wasn’t an issue to you. He just shouldn’t act so caring of it now when before it was harmless fun.

So you started walking away again, but Hoseok didn’t let you get far. He chased after you, reeling you back by the hold on your arm. “Don’t take it that way. I’ve been struggling to talk to you before this.”

“It’s raining,” you tried to excuse yourself. “We can talk later.”

Hoseok pressed you up against the passenger door of the Ferrari and held you hostage by his hips. You were going to listen one way or another. “We can talk now.”

You dropped your tote bag back down and glared up at him, accepting that you had no choice but to drench in the rain and hear him out. “Fine, Jay.”

He sighed. “Look… I want to be with you outside of the studio and concerts and do all that shit, you know that. But, I’m busy. There hasn’t been any other time to talk about us, so I’m taking it here. You don’t make it any easier by ignoring my calls and only hitting me up to congratulate me on shit I don’t care about.”

You blinked through the raindrops clouding your lashes, ready to counter. “Because I don’t know what you want me to be. A groupie? A friends with benefits? A friend? Your signals are just as mixed. And all of a sudden you wanna clarify it?”

“Yeah, I do want to fucking clarify it,” he gritted his teeth. “This isn’t so I can have my cake and eat it, too. Not how you think. I try, really… But I can’t be in two places at once. I can’t be present for my fans and my music and you the same.”

“I’m not asking you to,” you said.

“No, but that’s the only way you’ll believe the shit coming out of my mouth,” he responded.

You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. How had you avoided the elephant in the room for this long to no avail. He could see through your avoidance and passiveness the whole time, and it made you feel exposed. Anxious, despite his words.

“This is useless, Jay.”

The rockstar leaned in closer, his saturated hair beginning to drip down his face. “What makes it useless, ________? I’m being open with you about—this. Do I look like I’m joking or something?”

“No,” you responded. “It’s useless that you’re telling me why and why not. When it isn’t going to change anything. You’re busy and have bigger things to tend to… What is your point?”

Hoseok’s eyes went soft as he answered. “The point is that I’m trying. I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to spend time with you even if it’s over the phone. I’m trying to bring you with me on every leg of this tour. I’m trying—to keep you as near to me as I can without the media or the company in our damn business.”

You watched him, not knowing how to accept his confessions of effort towards whatever you both had going on. You didn’t want to admit that you were partly to blame for his failed attempts, because then you would have to face your humility and it’s effect on your perspective of yourself in Hoseok’s life.

Your deafening silence amongst the storm made him continue.

“Listen to me,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “I really want this. And you. When I’m done touring, I’ll show you.”

You wanted to believe him. But who were you fooling? When did he get real breaks from work? When was he ever not in the studio or on a promotional schedule? He was always busy… even resting up was a scheduled event. You wouldn’t have him for yourself. You weren’t needy, but it didn’t sound realistic in the slightest. You’d only have time for sex, like just then.

You spoke. “Jay, you don’t have to do that. Let’s leave it alone.”

“Us?” He asked, sighing and pressing your wet foreheads together. He didn’t want you to give up.

You nodded. “I was fine with going slow… It doesn’t complicate this.”

“We already complicated it by sneaking around. You want me to act like this didn’t happen?” He questioned. “With all the chemistry we have in the practice room? On stage? We tried to keep it professional. It didn’t stop us from getting here.

“You… don’t have to fight us on this. I’ll take care of it if shit hits the fan. Trust me.”

Hoseok made your heart beat so viscously that your throat burn, so dry that you couldn’t reject his devotion. He was indeed trying. He was being honest and holding out on you. You never doubted him, but you doubted together. Hearing that he didn’t, hurt.

It stung that you pushed him away. You didn’t want to deal with foolish feelings when the rockstar was so much bigger than this fling. You couldn’t blame yourself for stepping back and wanting to protect your peace and heart… But Hoseok had constantly given you his in the few ways you allowed him.

He didn’t view you how you viewed yourself—a moveable piece on his sets for decorative fun—and it ached your mind that you’d been lying to yourself the whole time. He didn’t deserve his passion to be twisted around by your own fragility. He deserved…

“Okay. I… I trust you.”

Your trust. All of it.

No one knew how long Hoseok had been waiting on you to say it, to give that to him. Except you, deep down. But it’s scary, right? What did he really owe back for that trust? He could throw you to the side whenever someone else he clicked with came around. Who were you to him but a badass dance partner or back-up dancer?

“My love,” he whispered shakily. He was still nose-to-nose, hip-to-hip with you. “Say it again.”

You nudged your nose with his as you met his eyes, swallowing your insecurities and doubt.

“I trust you, Jay.”

It seemed that he took a moment to process your words as the meaning flowed through the blood pumping behind his chest. You were putting your faith into him. After dodging this for months and trying to ward off the inevitable.

He had finally gotten you where you needed to be by playing his cards right, his words, his actions. He was going to hold onto that for as long as he could.

It made him grin that you said it aloud. Just for him. Even the thunderstorm wouldn’t let anyone else hear it.

The rockstar rubbed his nose against yours before tilting his head and tilting your chin to kiss you. There was no rush or lust in the way he brushed his mouth with yours. It was romantic, really. The soft sounds of kissing and groaning amidst the raging rain, suffocatingly breathing each other’s unspoken yet understood love in.

Hoseok pulled away briefly to gaze up at the sky, and you looked, too, the raindrops spiraling as they came down and plopped onto his cheeks. He was having a moment—no doubt the rainy night you first met with him privately after practice. Only now, he didn’t have an umbrella to offer to shield your cloud of hair, just the comfort of his quivering lips and his hands encircling your waist.

“One more time,” he said. “I can’t see you alone again until the next stop.”

“Jay—“ You tried to reason with him and how late you both would be getting back, but he was kissing down your neck and reaching for your leg to hoist on his hip. He pressed the excitement in his pants against your bare pussy, and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging him to pull it out.

Hoseok gave you another mind-blowing orgasm with his slower strokes, fingers pinching your pierced clit, and his teeth on your neck as he fucked you, trying to hold you up on his waist while his hand kept slipping on the wet roof of the car. Your orgasms came quicker, but it felt too fucking good to think about consequences in the middle of it.

“Ah, shiiittt,” Hoseok groaned, jaw clenching, rain droplets dripping off his curly hair and onto your face. You hadn’t noticed what was happening until you felt your and his pressure… Yet, you took it, eyes squeezing shut and your nails peeling the skin of his biceps.

The rockstar had lost it for a second. Foolishly risking a pregnancy and his whole career over a nut.

“You’re gonna trap me, honey girl,” he mumbled, his decision immediately irking him. But he honestly wouldn’t mind being trapped by you.

“I’m not like that, Jay,” you sighed out, sucking on the rain on the plump of his lips. “Trust me.”

Hoseok grinned the prettiest smile.

That smile was yours now.

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love me harder

⋆ ࣪ ミ love me harder ⟡ ۫ . ࣪ Ꮺ

pairing: established relationship, idol!Taehyung x f!reader

wc: 1.6k

genre/tags: a bit angsty but fizzles out quickly, fluff, semi-suggestive nothing too bad tho, not proofread srry

[a/n: posting 2 stories in one day whoop ! whoop ! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ let me know what you think <3 pls feel free to reblog/leave a nice comment, it always helps me out !]

Lazy Sundays were your favorite day of the week for a good reason. One of them being that you got most stuff done on Sundays as you felt more in a productive spirit. Dedicating the day to deep cleaning your room, laundry, and much need self-care.

Soft lofi music played in the background as you dust off your pretty antiques and fold your clothes. The afternoon rolled by before you knew it, feeling burnt out by the time you finished everything.

Taehyung was supposed to come over but he hasn’t texted you back in hours. You were almost positive by the time you were done he would’ve texted you but nope. Nothing.

You kept checking your phone periodically, thinking somehow a miracle will happen and a text from him will appear on your screen.

It never does though unfortunately.

Sighing and huffing, you throw your phone across the bed in frustration. What’s the point in even having a phone if he isn’t going to properly communicate with it?

You head downstairs to make a smoothie to keep yourself occupied but all you could do was think about Taehyung. Replaying his deep silky voice in your head like a distant memory, desperately wanting him close to you. The more time you spent away from him left you needing to fill the void, constantly keeping yourself busy so you weren’t sad all the time.

It wasn’t easy at all dating someone like him, not knowing when he’ll text you, not being able to just call him whenever you feel like it. Those intense feelings of yearning cloud your mind and turn you into a lovesick pup. You also don’t want to be clingy and text him too much since you know he’s probably working.

You hear a set of keys jingle from outside, unlocking the door. You felt frozen in time, not making any sudden movement - it was like a guardian angel just answered all your prayers.

Slowly walking up to the door, you see the man you’ve been daydreaming about all day. A smiling Taehyung in front of you with a large bouquet of pink roses in his hands.

“surprise!” Taehyung boasts loudly through the door.

What a pleasant surprise indeed. You’ve been waiting for this moment practically the whole day. His shaggy dark hair hid half his eyes but you could still see that he looked a bit tired. It was nice of him to give you the flowers but you still felt sorta neglected by him not calling or texting.

“wow, these are beautiful! you really didn’t have to Tae, thank you.” You gave him a soft smile as you set the flowers on the table.

“that’s my apology gift for not being able to call you all day,” he says sincerely, “things just got hectic and I didn’t have time to. I saw this really beautiful flower spot on the way here and wanted to get you a little something. again, I’m really sorry…”

Sometimes you wonder if he’s a mind reader, he always does his best to resolve a problem before it gets too out of hand. He doesn’t handle conflict very well and shuts down if the argument gets too heated.

“it’s okay Tae, I get it. you’re a busy man… you have more important things to worry about than me.” You say lowly, regretting saying that now since you probably made him feel bad.

“what are you talking about y/n? you’re the most important person in my life.” Taehyung expresses, “I can’t believe you’d say such a thing like that.. maybe I need to do better in showing how much I love and appreciate you.”

He comes up to hug you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You were almost about to cry but you don’t, you wanted to remain strong in front of him.

“n-no Tae, you’re perfect just the way you are please don’t change! it’s just… the communication could be a little better on your side.” You try your best to explain in a way that won’t hurt his feelings.

Taehyung simply nods in agreement, “you’re absolutely right. from this day forward i’ll try my best to communicate with you better. I truly never realized how much of an effect that can have on you. i’m so sorry.”

“Taehyung please, it’s fine. stop apologizing so much, i’m just glad you’re here with me right now.” You play in the palm of his hand and nuzzle into his chest.

“me too y/n, me too.”

You cuddled in bed with Taehyung for the rest of the day, watching random movies on Netflix but you weren’t paying much attention since you were making out during most of it.

His leg was sprawled over yours with his arm around your waist, he kissed the side of your face and presses up against you - both your body heat combined was hot enough to light a match. It didn’t matter how long you’ve been with him for, the tension between you two was beyond frustrating.

Taehyung never pressured you into things though, he liked it better when you initiate something more because he knows you’re having a good time. He cared more about you than he did himself and what you said earlier still weighed heavy on his mind.

“am I a bad boyfriend to you y/n? be honest, I can take it.” Taehyung asks on a whim.

“no, what the hell? you’re not at all, I love you so much my TaeTae.”

“then why do I feel so bad for what you said earlier? there’s got to be some truth behind you thinking that you’re not important to me.”

“I don’t know why i’d say that… it just came out i’m sorry. I know you value me, I know you love me, I was just upset in that moment and should’ve have said it. we both have things to work on so i’m glad we’re talking more about this actually.” You feel better now that you were able to healthily communicate with him about all this.

“yeah, I agree. I need to work on actually looking at my phone sometimes. I’ve just been so tired from all this back and forth traveling, I get jet lagged easily.”

“I know, it’s hard and although I may not understand I can definitely sympathize. i’m here for you whenever you need me Tae, i’m your ride or die until the end right?” You turn to face him now, getting closer in proximity to his face.

“right.”

He leans in to give you a kiss and you’re back to making out yet again. Things get a little too heated when his hands sneak down a bit lower than they’re supposed to. You tsk at him and he turns red as a tomato, looking away at you.

“later Tae, I was sweating a bit earlier and would like to freshen up before we do that.” You know he definitely doesn’t care and a little bit of wasn’t going to turn him off but he wants to do what’s best for you anyway.

You get up from the bed to get ready for your shower and he gets up to examine all the things on your dresser. You had reorganized everything when you cleaned your room and he noticed right away to check it out.

“i never realized you had this much makeup y/n, how do you keep track of it all?” Taehyung probes, fascinated by all the different kinds of makeup there were.

“you literally wear makeup too… you should know that it’s always important to have lots of options!” You exclaim, shaking your head at him going through your different shades of lipstick.

He sees a pretty light pink color and applies it on his lips, he turns to you to show the final look.

“you think this shade suits me?” He points at his lips and jokingly winks at you.

“actually, that color looks better on you than me you should keep it!” You admit.

Curse this man’s insanely out of this world good looks.

He chuckles at your comment and continues looking through your stuff, swatching the eyeshadows on his wrist, he looked like he was having a field day.

“you seem to be really enjoying my things huh?” You inquire, looking at the vibrant colors on his skin.

“I just think it’s cool, I find things like this to be artistic in a way. makeup can be used as a form of self expression, I always liked that.”

You love how your boyfriend can be so secure in his own masculinity that it doesn’t matter for him to find interest in these things. It’s what made you even more attracted to him, his inner femininity shined through so beautifully.

He wasn’t scared to break norms with you either, he enjoyed doing the cooking, house cleaning, and running small errands for you. His love for you stretched so far that he’d do anything to prove he deserved you. It was a very healthy and balanced relationship but still, he did get in his head a lot about if he was good enough for you.

Before you get in the shower, Taehyung holds your arm in place to say something.

“I know i’ve probably said this for the millionth time today but, I love you y/n. truly, I do. there’s not a single person in this world I’d imagine being with other than you. thank you for being so patient with me and sticking by my side. you are really my person.”

He pulls you in for another warm hug, feeling the heartbeat from his chest thumping loudly - he was so much taller than you that he could just kiss the top of your head. You couldn’t stop smiling at him, it was precious moments like these that you cherished near and dear for the rest of your life.

“I love you so much Tae, you’re everything I need and value in a partner. I know that as long as we have each other, we can get through anything.”