Dating Namjoon Headcanons

Dating Namjoon headcanons

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, teeny bit of angst

A/N: I realized that I hadn't written anything for Joon in a hot minute, so let's change that, shall we?

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Dating Namjoon feels like one of those early 2000s romance movies.

Utterly frustrating but soo worth it.

He talks a lot of hype in his songs, but I think when he first meets someone he's really into, he's a fucking mess.

Like it Joon, but it's Joon, you know what I mean?

Red ears, stumbling over his words(and feet), getting flustered every other sentence.

Probably walked into a wall while distracted talking to you.

Don't get me wrong tho, once he gets the butterflies to chill and gets comfortable, the rizz is BACK and in full force.

Big on eye contact

Stares at you with absolute heart eyes(if you've seen that clip of him watching Hobi from Bon Voyage, you know what I'm talking about)

But can flip the switch in the blink of an eye, and be looking at you like he's gonna eat you alive(we love a duality king)

Simp Romantic. Will randomly bring you flowers just cause he was thinking about you(but he's always thinking about you, so why was today any different?)

Writes soo many songs/lyrics about you, but rarely tells you about them directly. He just asks if you wanna hear something he's been working on, and then sits back and watches your faves as you catch the hidden meanings and references. At the end, he's just sitting there, grinning, asking "You like it?"

(Like, yes, I like it you fucking dork!)

Always remember important dates like birthdays and anniversaries( first date, first kiss, everything)

Museum and bookstore dates are a given.

Buying/sharing books with you is probably one his favorite forms of intellectual intimacy, because, for him, each one is a glimpse into your mind.

If you mention one of your favorite titles and he hasn't read it, he's gonna find it asap.

Would try to get you to workout with him and be gym buddies.(I don't know if I lime or hate that idea tho?)

Random texts at 1am asking if you're up and wanna hang out?(may or may not be outside your place already, cause he's over-eager and forgot to text earlier)

Endless, late night talks about everything from music to the meaning of life to what jelly bean flavor is superior(it's watermelon)

Also random trips together. Could be to the beach, could be to Sweden, who knows? You bring out his spontaneity and are one of the only people who can get him to take a vacation anyway.

He is a workaholic though, so you have to look out for him sometimes, make sure he eats, sleeps, touches grass, etc.

You probably bicker and butt heads a lot, but y'all make sure it never gets out of hand and try to find a solution.

(Lowkey possessive, but won't admit it)

Not a fan of pda, but he *clings*.

He tries to be subtle about it, but fails because it's like there's a gravitational pull between the two you from the way he's constantly within arm's reach wherever you are.

Same goes for when you're alone. He's technically cuddling you, but he always somehow ends up pressed to your side or back, or has a hand on you in some way.

Another member of the 'Protective Squad'. Like, if anyone so much as looks in your direction the wrong way, he's got the death glare locked on them.

Pretty classic when it comes to nicknames for you. Things like 'honey', 'baby', 'jagi'. Adds 'my' in front of any of them when he's in the mood to fluster you.

Which reminds me, he is the BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE ISTG.

He knows exactly what riles you up, and then just gives you these soft, sweet little kisses like you're not about to combust. Has the nerve to then smirk and call you needy(I wanna fight him)

Finds the most random things you do attractive. The way you read. The way you make your coffee. The weird little face you make when your flipping through Netflix.

Although he seems a bit cautious, I actually think a relationship with him might move pretty fast. Like, he's fighting back from asking you to move in with him after five or six months type of fast.

Lives for domesticity with you.

Quiet, sleepy mornings together. Messy hair and glasses over tired eyes, resting against your shoulder as he brings you coffee while you cook breakfast.

I know he said he's not sure abt kids anymore, but I do see him possibly getting a pet with you to 'round out the household'. Something quiet and low maintenance though, lime a couple hermit crabs.(would probably name one after a favorite artist/author and then name the other smth random like 'blue')

Again, I don't know how to end these. Just love him, please.

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✑ Summary: Best friends since university, Yoongi has always been the first one rushing to your side. But when you fall into his arms after, yet again, another heartbreak, Yoongi reaches his breaking point.

Pairing: best friend!yoongi x fem!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, friends2lovers, oneshot

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: cursing, impulsive confession, sexual content, also reader's true feelings are left a bit open ended

Sexual warnings: dom!Yoongi, slight brat!sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't follow thier lead!), begging, spanking, penetration, f*ngering, cunn*lingus, t*t play, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (princess), slight degradation (b*tch)

Now playing: Love The Way You Lie, Infinity, Escapism+

A/N: Had this idea for a while so when I tell you I sprinted through this oneshot, I SPRINTED. I had so much fun writing this and it’s def going in my personal favorites even though it may be a bit melodramatic and short. Enjoy! 💞

Yoongi stares at his phone–waiting.

Waiting for your name to pop on the screen.

Waiting for your shaky voice to ring through the phone, asking to come over.

Waiting for you to throw yourself into him in desperation to be held.

It should happen anytime now. Why haven’t you called yet? He’s thinking about making the first move but no. That would look too suspicious.

"Dude, you gotta tell her.” Namjoon looks at his friend with deep compassion. He’s known Yoongi since college. Knows the type of heart he carries in his chest. It’s beautifully devoted, warm, and open. But this time…this time it’s too much.

"It's not my place Joon,” Yoongi rasps. “I made a promise.

Yoongi thinks back to the day he met you. It was a cool autumn morning and you were poking around every brick building, nearly walking in circles. It was clear you were searching for something. Turns out it was the dining hall, which was no easy task to find with the campus being the size it was. You were a transfer student and being a recent transfer himself, Yoongi gladly walked you over. That became the first of many memories you’d share together.

Late study nights where you’d fall asleep on his shoulder. Stealing his sweatshirt with a devious yet playful smile. Always having not one pack of gum, but three in your bag. You loved gum for some odd reason. By senior year, Yoongi missed those days most and he wanted more than anything to tell you that a peice of himself was with you. How could he tell you though when you had begun spending every night with the captain of the hockey team? No, he wasn’t going to get in the way.

But he really should have. Heartbreak number one came when you found out your lovely hockey boyfriend had his tongue down some chick’s throat at a frat party. You’re kicking yourself for ever bawling your eyes over that jerk. Perhaps more pressing however is that Yoongi knew your boyfriend wasn’t a great guy. He even tried dropping hints that you ought to be careful with him but you didn’t listen. Despite everything, Yoongi was still the first to show up beside you that day. You won’t forget it.

Now four years out of university, you have a new man of the year who is, for the first time, genuine. Or at least that’s what you think. Yoongi knows otherwise. Just the other day he overheard said boyfriend planning to break up with you. When Yoongi stepped out to confront him, your boyfriend begged that he be the one to tell you. Yoongi promised he wouldn’t say anything which is what brings him to this very moment now.

"You can't keep doing this,” Namjoon urges. “Being her saving grace, her constant shoulder to cry on. It's not fair especially when–”

"She's my friend. I'd do it for you too."

“Bullshit. You’re still in love with her and she doesn’t even think twice about it. She still thinks of you as her older brother.”

“So let her think of me that way. A friend, an older brother…I can't turn my back on her after all this time. I won't."

“All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her.”

The truth in Namjoon’s words stings, pricks like thorns. Yoongi wishes they didn’t but the tensing of his muscles and the heat steadily climbing the back of his neck were clear signs that he couldn't repulse them.

“It’s too late for–__!”

Yoongi's eyes instantly gravitate to his cell vibrating against the coffee table. He snatches it in seconds, bringing it to his ear.

“Yoongi! I–he….Yoongi he ended it with me," you say, voice cracking. Though not in front of him, Yoongi could see the tears trickling down your cheeks. He could feel the sunkenness deep in your heart. He shared this pain with you many times before and it burned stronger each time. "I'm shocked. I didn’t think…I’m sorry I’m having trouble thinking and–and speaking. Yoongi, please, please can I come over? Or can you come here? I know it's late but I just really need to be with someone right now.”

Yoongi turns his gaze to Namjoon who mouths the words 'don't' but he can't bring himself to agree. It goes against his nature and his devotion to you. Maybe his friend is right and you'll only ever see him platonically. One thing's for sure though–he can't lose you.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay there." Yoongi grabs his keys off the kitchen counter and bolts out the door.

"That jerk!" You splash cold water on your face, hoping it will clear your mascara-smudged face. Yoongi was about to come over and you looked like an absolute wreck. He couldn't see you like this again.

Quickly, you rush to your dresser and pull out a less wrinkled t-shirt and lounge pants. You head downstairs next to tidy up the space. You may or may not have had a tiny outrage after your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, told you he was leaving you. Yoongi couldn't see that either.

While cleaning your eyes prick with tears again. It hadn't registered to you now but there were reminders of your ex everywhere. Little gifts he'd given you. Pictures of the two of you on random excursions. How could he do this to you? You harden your face and stomp to the kitchen, searching for something big and black.

You start tossing everything in the garbage bag. Pictures, cards, trinkets, stuffed animals–it all went. And it felt good. It dried your tears. As you make your way around the room, you're suddenly stopped in your purge. A small smile breaks on your face when you see the gift Yoongi got you for graduation. It was a double picture frame with a vibrant orange leaf sealed inside. One photo was of you and Yoongi the first year you'd met. The other was the two of you on graduation day. Yoongi put this together to commemorate your friendship. He's still your day one, you sigh. Four years and he's still here to help you pick up the pieces.

"___!"

Thumpthumpthump

"It's me, open the door," Yoongi gruffs from the hallway. You drop the garbage bag and immediately stride over. You pat yourself down before letting him in.

"Yoongi, hi."

Yoongi takes your invitation and paces inside. "Bit of spring cleaning __?" Of course the garbage bag is the first thing he sees. You fiddle with your hands unsure what to say. "I'm sorry ___. He didn't deserve you."

You bury your face in his shoulder, biting back the growing temptation to cry. Yoongi brings you into a closer embrace. His arms hold firmly around your own shoulders. "Thank you for coming. I know it's late so I understand if you can't stay long."

"I'm here as long as you need." Yoongi pauses, recalling your brief conversation earlier on the phone. "You know you can cry around me ___."

"I'm f–"

"Fine?" Yoongi loosens his grip to look at you. "The clothes, the dried tears, the giant garbage bag in the living room? Needing someone to be here because you don't want to be alone tonight. What part is fine? Because I'm not. Neither are you." His thumb gently strokes your shoulders, soothing your tensed muscles. "So if you need to cry, yell, whatever. Do it."

Wetness caresses your cheeks again and this time you don't wipe them away. "Why does this keep happening?" Your voice cracks as you peer into your best friend's eyes. "They never love me. No one ever does."

His dark eyes soften and you nearly see them glass over through your own tear-filled eyes. You search Yoongi's face for a response but all Yoongi can hear is the echo of Namjoon's words – "All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her".

Yoongi is silent for a moment, mauling over what his friend said. You see him hesitating for the first time in a while. "So–so why do you choose them?" He chokes.

You're a little stunned. This isn't how this usually goes. If you didn't know any better you'd think there was an accusatory tone in your best friend's question. It's unnatural and you're slow to reply.

"Because..."

Yoongi stands still, concentrated on you.

"I don't know. Because they seem kind? And I want to give them a chance."

That's it? Yoongi isn't sure he's hearing you right. Surely there would be more to it. He expected so. Before he's able to retract the words they're already out. "Then what am I? I've never had a chance."

Reflexively, you push away from him. No. No this isn't happening. You must have misheard. "What do you mean?"

"From someone, I mean. No one ever given me the chance to be with them like that so you're very...uh very open." Lies. You're lying again, Yoongi thinks. But look how she broke away from you?

"Oh, I thought you meant...."

You know what? Screw it. Namjoon's right–"You're not turning your back on her by being honest".

"I did." He clenches his fists. "I meant it exactly how you interpret it. I–I love you. And if it isn't love it's damn close."

Your heart drops, mind scatters in twisted directions. You've heard of friends growing feelings for each other before but you never thought–why now? After four years of being next to each other and going out with all those guys. Why didn't he say anything? And when did it happen? Did he always feel this way? Oh my god.

"Sorry, I panicked," Yoongi continues. "But those guys you go out with? They don't care about you like I do. Every time they hurt you it makes me want to scream 'I'm here if you see us as anything more'. But I'm terrified to lose you ___. That's why I kept it to myself."

"Yoongi I–I don't know if..." You stop seeing his heavy eyes. You don't want to break his heart but you can't tell what you're feeling. You never took the time to think of him in these terms. But one thing was for sure. You walk up to Yoongi and take hold of his hand. "You'll never lose me. Do you hear me? You're my best friend and I could never let you go."

"But did you hear me?" Yoongi squeezes your hand. "I love you ___. I don't expect it to be reciprocated so...."

"We can try." Without thinking you close the distance between your best friend. You move to press a soft kiss to his lips but Yoongi lunges backwards.

"Please don't," he says. "You don't need to force yourself ___. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything. It wasn't supposed to be about me tonight, I'm sorry."

"Don't say that. This is about us now, our friendship. I'm glad you told me and to be honest, I'm not saying no. I'm saying we can try."

Yoongi sighs and leans on the back of your couch, arms crossed and eyes downward. "You just got out of a relationship ___."

"Yeah so? We were only together for a few months. I don't even think I loved him."

"But you could have with more time."

You join Yoongi next to the couch. "I mean sure maybe if he didn't break up with me."

"___. Don't you see?" Yoongi turns his face towards yours. "We've had four years together. I don't want you to try to love me, I want you to love me naturally. Like I do. And if, after four years you don't then I don't want to put that kind of pressure on you."

"You're not pressuring me to do anything. You've always been there for me through everything and i care very deeply for you. Maybe I haven't thought of you as more than a friend because I didn't let myself to. Maybe I was too caught up in everyone else that I just..." You pause, setting a hand on his shoulder.

"What if we try and nothing changes? Or something happens and we break each other," Yoongi interrupts. "We'll never recover."

"Do you have that little faith in us?" You place a hand on his other shoulder, turning his whole body around. "Because I don't. Perhaps you're right that something might happen that makes things complicated. But I know we won't let it get out of hand. In fact, something beautiful might come out of this. Don't you want to find out?"

He does. Of course, he does. But was this how you really felt? "You were really upset earlier," he says. "I don't want to cloud your judgment, especially after what happened."

You lean into him closer, lips hovering over his. "I don't care about that anymore. All I care about is my best friend and I really, really want to give this a chance."

Yoongi searches for any hesitation. It's hard to do when you're mere inches from him. He's tempted to lean forward and close the distance completely– to say yes. So you do it for him.

You weave your hands through Yoongi's silky dark hair and press a firm kiss to his lips. He's disoriented at first but like a tidal wave, everything he's been holding back rushes out as he moves harder against you. You feel his hands travel down to the small of your back and snake around your waist. A tongue finds its way inside your mouth next. It dances with yours in a fiery passion. Your body burns up with every touch, every kiss. It's a foreign feeling but you welcome it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yoongi murmurs.

You give a faint smile and take his hand. "There's no one I'd rather do this with." You guide him down the hall and into your bedroom. Yoongi pulls you into another kiss, this time resting a pair of cool hands underneath the fabric of your t-shirt. You moan softly into the kiss and pull the t-shirt over your head.

"I'd tell you that you look beautiful but you already know that." Yoongi traces up your sides and along the band of your bra. It tickles for a moment but then you remember who you're with, where you are, and what you're doing.

"Not so fast," you pull back from his grasp and eye his covered chest. Yoongi picks up on your signal and rids himself of his shirt, revealing his smooth, tan torso. You've seen him shirtless before but when did he get so muscular?

With lust-blown eyes, you're pushed on your back next, sinking into your mattress. Yoongi hovers above you. A light peck is placed on your collarbone before moving to the valley between your neck and shoulder.

"Yoongi."

"Mm?"

"How long have you loved me?" Yoongi open-mouth kisses the ridge of your neck. You close your eyes, anticipating his response. "When did you know?"

"Last year of university when you started going out with that jackass on the hockey team." Yoongi lifts his head from your neck and looks at you. "What did you ever see in him? I thought you said you give the kind ones chances, not asses like him."

You nibble on your bottom lip and wrap your arms around his neck playfully. "Oh no, him? He was just hot. I wasn't really thinking very much when we got involved...if you know what I mean?" You raise an eyebrow but yelp when Yoongi digs his hands behind you to unhook your bra. He snaps the lacy fabric off the rest of your body and throws it on the ground.

"Yeah?" Yoongi gruffs. Well, who's little bitch are now? Answer me." He gives your left nipple a tug. You feel a wetness gather between your legs but it wasn't from the stimulation of your nipple. It was his tone, his demeanor. Yoongi never talked like this and it made all the hairs on your body stand.

"Are you–jealous?"

"Wrong answer princess." Yoongi pinches your nipple again. "I'll ask you again, who's bitch are you?"

"No ones." You flip the man over and straddle his waist. "Who's bitch are you?"

Yoongi growls and gives you a hard slap on your ass. When you let out a moan, the man underneath goes feral–riveting with desire. You're thrown on your back again with legs spread apart. Yoongi waits for your nod before yanking your pants off, along with your panties. He does the same to himself, cock hardening in your view. Fuck, you curse to yourself. You had no idea what he was packing until now.

Yoongi settles between your thighs and stares you dead straight in the eye. "We're gonna have a little competition princess. I'm gonna eat you out and if you finish without begging to have my cock then I'll be your bitch. Deal?"

You swallow hard and nod. Who knew your best friend was this nasty. "Deal," you reply, widening your legs. Yoongi smirks and runs a cool finger along your slit. You feel the pit of your core tighten upon contact but keep a straight face. "I thought you were eating me–fuck!"

Yoongi pushes in, breaching your walls as far as he could with his finger. He adds a second in after two pumps, focusing on your reaction. "There's something you should know ___." He begins circling his thumb on your clit, causing your head to throw back in the process. "I don't like brats. So if this was any other time, I'd probably already be fucking your tight, wet pussy. But it's our first time together." Yoongi retracts his fingers instantly, soaked with your cum. "I'll go easy on you."

"Shit." You claw at the sheets. Yoongi licks a long stripe up your folds, dipping between ever so often just to see your hips jolt. His hands dig into your inner thighs, driving your senses wild. "Ah! Yoongi!"

"Need to come princess?"

You struggle to reply, bringing a hand up to latch on his hair. "I–ah–I'm not even close-close yet!"

Hearing your response, Yoongi thrusts his fingers back in, creating a steady rhythm with his tongue. "Fuckfuckfuck!" you curse, knot twisting inside you. You feel Yoongi smirk that same cocky smirk from earlier as he continues eating you out. "Yoongi, I'm close now!"

"Are you? Beg for my cock and I'll let you come."

What the actual fuck? "You're such-ah-a cheater! Well I'm not gonna–fuck! Please, please I need to come."

No response.

"Okay...okayokay. Please, Yoongi, can I have your cock?" You immediately come, tightening your hold on his hair. "Oh my god Yoongi, you're so evil fuck!" You give him a slap on the chest once you release. Yoongi grins down at you and catches your wrist.

"Who's bitch are you?" Slowly, he crawls further up your body, pinning your arm above your head. He grabs your other arm and places it on top of the other. "Are you really not gonna say it?"

"Yours. I'm yours, Yoongi."

"Damn straight you are. Now keep them there." He squeezes your wrists together before placing his hands on either side of your head. He bends down and gives you a passionate kiss. "You really are beautiful ___. Are you still sure you wanna do this?"

"Please."

Yoongi caresses your check, aligns himself with your entrance, and pushes in. Your mouth falls wide, but nothing comes out for a moment. Once you adjust, you give a slight nod.

"Fuck." Yoongi moves inside you, penetrating through your velvety walls. Your eyes roll upwards as his close shut. "Oh god, Yoongi–faster please," you breathe.

Yoongi pushes deeper in you, his length pulling in and out of your hole at a rhythmic pace. Beads of sweat form along his forehead and your around your neck. You let out a loud moan once feeling the cord within you wind up again. Yoongi soon feels it too, quickening his speed.

"I can't believe we're doing this-ah shit!"

Your hands, struggling to stay down, jolt with every thrust. You look deep into Yoongi's eyes, his staring straight back into yours. You're both grinning too, like idiots really. "Me neither. But I'm glad we are."

Yoongi kisses you again. It's sloppier than before but you couldn't care less. "You're gonna come soon mm? Because I know I am. This pussy is so tight-fuck-it's basically swallowing my cock. Brat like you love this shit don't you?"

You laugh and rustle through his hair but your arm is pinned back down. Yoongi starts moving inside you as fast and hard as he can, breasts bouncing against his muscular chest. He so close and so are you. "Asked you a question princess."

Your back arches as he fucks into you. "Yes-yes we do! Fuck, I'm gonna come. If it doesn't happen now it'll–"

"Come for me __." Yoongi pushes himself into you one last time before both of you finish, gasping for breath. You feel his length pull out of you shortly after.

Side by side now, hot and sweaty, Yoongi looks at you. "What the fuck did we just do?"

You grin and leap on part of his chest. "We're giving us a chance."

"By starting with sex?" Yoongi throws an arm around you. "Let's do this properly and go on a date tomorrow."

You giggle and bury your head in his shoulder. Goof. Maybe, this does have a real chance of working out. "Okay," you whisper.

A/N: Thanks for stopping by! As always, lmk your thoughts. See ya! 💞

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— my ult hobi fic/drabble recommendation list ׂׂૢ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ this post is for my personal fav jhs fics💗 i’ve been meaning to make a post like this just for myself to organize them and find easily. this is kinda a mess lol but hopefully it’s of use to someone!

i’ll most likely be updating this masterlist with even more fics because i have SO many.

🎀 = smut, ⭐️ = angst, 🍓 = fluff

perfect distraction — 🎀, daddy!hoseok x sub!reader, office sex @pinkcherrybombs

coffee run — 🎀, daddy!hoseok x sub!reader, car sex around the boys 0_0 @jjungkookislife

<3333 — 🎀, some of my FAVORITE drabbles on this app come from this masterlist (their acc really inspires my writing style) ty for everything @lavishedinjimin

retribution — 🎀, smut, thighfuck, dom!hoseok x bratty!sub reader @kpopfanfictrash

dinner & dessert 🎀, dom!hoseok x sub!reader, sex at his parents house lmao @xjoonchildx

oh, angel! 🎀⭐️🍓, daddydom!hoseok x sub reader, heavy ddlg themes <333 @yoongiofmine

melatonin 🎀, dom!hoseok x brattysub!reader, hobi puts oc to sleep @taeinparis

your body is an artwork 🎀⭐️, softdom!hoseok x sub!reader, body worship & angst @borathae

house rules 🎀, roughdom!hoseok x sub!reader, hobi kills a spider for the first time in his life @noteguk

horny hobi hot takes 🎀🍓, softdom!hoseokie x sub!reader, just some hot takes @kookieswan

checkmate 🎀⭐️, daddyrockstar!hoseok x sub!reader, angst & rough sex @pixieknj

need me 🎀⭐️, sub!reader x yandere!hoseok yummmm, dubcon & triggering themes!!! @borahaerhy

liar, liar 🎀, fuckbuddy!hoseok x sub!reader, cocky mean hoseok @eoieopda

body worshipping 🎀🍓, kinda subby? softdom!hoseok x sub!reader, happy tears @borathae

oiled 🎀🍓, sub!hoseok x dom!reader, puppy play!!! @borathae

fingers 🎀, dom!hoseok x sub reader, hand kink hand kink hand kink @ppersonna

so… i did a thing 🎀, dom!hoseok x sub reader, handcuffs and humiliation <33 @missbickerbocker

anticipation 🎀, daddy!hoseok x sub!reader, ddlg, rich daddy hobi ahhhhhhhh @kookiecrumb

anything 🎀, pleasuredom!hoseok x sub!reader, controlling ocs vibrating panties 😵‍💫 @sailoryooons

snowed in 🎀🍓, dom!hoseok x sub!reader, big impregnation kink and creampie @untaemedqueen

ask and you shall receive 🎀⭐️, slow burn series, sugar daddy!hoseok x sub reader @floralseokjin

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

can u do manager y/n who is used to always being passed around and groped when the maknae line wants relief 🧐 like all of the boys and other staff are just so used to the situation that they just ignore them

“Ah..” You whimpered, feeling Jungkook thrust into you once again. You gripped onto his broad shoulders, crying out once again as he found his pace.

He was so strong and it felt like he had a dick made of pure iron.

He thrusted harder and deeper into you and you couldn't help but wrap your legs around him.

“Jimin, let’s straighten your hair.” One of the hairstylists commented as she gathered the hair supplies.

“Alright.” Jimin sat in the stool, glancing at you and Jungkook as you were having your fun.

His dick twitched and a tongue ran over his bottom lip as he found himself staring at you guys. He watched you whimper and moan while he listened to the smack of flesh against flesh.

He smirked and shifted in his seat.

Jimin looked away, feeling the stir in his pants. He focused on getting his hair straightened, but the thoughts of you were still running through his head. He wasn't able to keep his mind straight.

“Fuck…” Jungkook hissed, stopping you from bouncing on his cock, before he pushed you down onto the sofa, climbing on top of you and inserting himself once again. He wasted no time before he went right back into his thrusting.

He moaned, gripping your thighs and pulling them apart. He was so deep and it felt so good.

“Has anyone seen Taehyung?” The make up artist approached the two of you, an eyeshadow palette in hand.

“He was running late.” Jungkook answered, looking up at the older woman, before looking back down at you.

"Let’s do your make up first then.” The make up artist smiled, taking the brush, and approaching his face.

Jungkook temporarily stopped pounding into you, leaving his cock buried inside of you as the make up artist applied his make up.

You blinked, feeling your stomach knot with excitement. You were both so exposed and yet so intimate.

He continued to stare down at you, biting his lip as he waited for the make up artist to finish.

Your hand moved down to your clit, rubbing it slowly as you whimpered and moaned for him.

“You’re so big, Jungkook…” You murmured at him.

Jungkook smirked. He liked how you were whimpering for him. It was cute.

”There we go. All done.” The older woman smiled before moving away.

Then, he continued to pound into you, pressing his lips against yours as he pushed his weight against yours, pushing you further into the sofa. He lifted your legs into the air, and then slammed into you with such force.

You cried out into his mouth, feeling him get closer to the edge.

He didn't last much longer. His cock swelled inside of you, and then he released his hot load deep into you. He stayed inside of you, as he made you feel so full.

Then, he pulled out, leaving you with a mess of cum that was dribbling out of your pussy.

“Jungkook! Let’s do your hair!” A hairstylist chimed in, just finishing up Jimin’s hair.

Jungkook nodded, getting off of you.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment but opening them again when you felt Jimin’s hand trail down your thigh.

You looked over at him, as he placed his hands on your knees, and pushed them apart.

He smirked at you, before his fingers started to circle your clit, and then he slid a finger into you.

“Jungkookie made such a mess out of you, didn’t he?” He murmured at you, as he watched you writhe under his touch.

His fingers were long and skilled. He added a second finger, and then a third, as he thrusted into you with his digits.

“Mmm…” Your hips rolled along with the movements of his fingers.

“Sorry for being late!” A voice chimed in, and the three of you looked to see Taehyung rushing into the room.

Jimin pulled his fingers out of you, and wiped them on your thighs. He then took your hand and pulled you to sit up, before taking your hand and leading it to his crotch.

You rubbed your palm against it, as he let out a soft moan.

Jimin didn’t wait long, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. You wrapped your fingers around it and stroked it as he thrust his hips up into your hand, making your way to the floor to sit in between his legs.

You brought your lips to the tip of his shaft, swirling your tongue around it and then taking it into your mouth.

Jimin groaned, wrapping your hair around his hand, and tugging your head back.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, before rubbing it against them. You opened your mouth and took the head inside of your mouth, as he gripped your hair tightly.

His other hand reached over, grabbing one of your breasts. He squeezed it, before reaching up and unclipping the bra that was keeping your boobs restrained. They fell free and bounced into his hands. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples as you sucked his cock.

Taehyung sat on the stool, letting the staff do his make up. He was bored with this whole process. The only thing that was really making him pay attention to the stylists was watching you sucking off Jimin.

Jimin thrusted into your mouth, holding your head still as he pounded his dick into you. You felt his cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around it.

He pulled out, his cock drenched in your saliva. “You are going to make me cum if you keep it up like this.” He looked down at you, rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips.

You pressed kisses against it as your fingers wrapped around the shaft once again, pumping him for a few more moments until you took him into your mouth again.

Taehyung had finished getting his hair done, and he watched you sucking off his friend, his eyes darkening as he felt himself get hard.

“Fuck, yes, suck harder!” Jimin groaned. He was getting close.

His grip on your hair tightened, before he tugged it back, pulling you away from his cock. His cock twitched, as he spurted his load into the air.

It landed all over your face and breasts. He took in the sight, adoring how you looked, before sliding his clothes back on.

Taehyung looked over to you, noticing that the staff were handing you some towels to clean up your mess of cum on your face and chest.

He stood up and went to go talk to you. He kneeled down beside you, and brought his hand to your face, wiping some of the cum away.

You stared into his dark eyes, and then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, at which he unzipped his pants, and slid them down to free his cock.

Taehyung rubbed his cock against your lips and pushed it into your mouth. He placed his other hand on the back of your head, pressing his hips against you.

Your tongue circled his shaft as he thrust his hips, fucking your mouth.

Then, he pulled out and stroked his dick.

“Let me see that sweet pussy.” He whispered at you, before grabbing your arm and lifting you up from the floor. Taehyung then picked you up, and you held onto his shoulders, as he guided his cock to your entrance. He shoved himself deep inside you, and you both groaned in unison.

You gripped onto him, wrapping your legs around him as he started to thrust into you. His movements were rough and sloppy.

"Yes, yes…” You whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair. You pressed a kiss to his lips, and he returned the gesture.

He kept you pressed against the wall, as he pounded you against it.

“I can’t, I can’t…” You gasped with shaky breath.

“Come on, take this fucking cock.” He growled.

You tried to resist him, but he felt too good. It was hard to try and fight it when he was so rough.

”Taehyung, let’s just curl your ends a little.” The stylist popped up, approaching him with a haircurler.

Taehyung didn’t respond, letting the woman do whatever she wanted to his hair, he focused solely on fucking you into the wall. He stared at your face, taking in the pleasure and the way you were melting beneath him. He thrusted harder and faster into you, as he watched you start to get close to your peak.

He groaned, feeling his release nearing as well.

You released a cry of ecstasy, your pussy contracting around him, milking his cock, as he released his load into you.

His arms were shaking as he held you, and he brought his mouth to your ear.

"You are such a fucking slut for cock, aren't you?" He whispered, slowly sliding his softening cock out of you.

You whimpered, slowly coming back down from your orgasm. You felt the way the cum oozed out of you, and you started to realize how sore you were going to be the following day.

Taehyung moved you back to the sofa, gently laying you down, leaving you in that spot incase anyone else would be using you.

sweeter than sweet

sweeter than sweet (m)

➾ pairing: reader x baker!park jimin

➾ word count: 5.3k

➾ genre: bakery au, smut, pwp, light fluff at the end

➾ warnings: rough sex, degradation, cumplay, food play(?), teasing, edging, overstimulation, breathplay, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, dirty talk, slight possessiveness if you squint,

➾ summary: you had come to the same bakery for weeks ever since it opened. not only were the sweets delicious, but one the of the bakers who worked there was absolutely delectable.

➾ a/n: really filthy and messy (writing) read at your own discretion

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