Yunho: Dessert Date Noted

Yunho: Dessert Date Noted

Tiramisu, the folded note between your fingers had a handwritten address and instructions for you to meet at a particular dessert shop this evening.

The funny thing was, you had no idea who it was from.

You approach an elegant dessert shop, figuring this must be your set destination.

My only guess is I’ve been asked out on a blind date, you thought.

The only real reason you decided to come was because your curiosity got the best of you, and you really wanted to know who was responsible for having heart eyes on you at work.

The place is beautiful at night, the ceilings are decorated with ambient lighting, jazz music plays from the speakers all around, and it smells heavenly.

Perhaps this was a good move, after all.

You look around for a moment, but find that no one else is here alone. There’s an elderly couple at one end of the shop sharing a small slice of cheesecake, and a mother feeding her toddler in the other.

The note said they’d be here already… did I get the wrong place?

As you sit on a nearby table for two, you pull out the note to confirm the address. Yes, I believe I’m in the right place.

Suddenly, a low voice calls your name from behind you, almost startling you in your seat. You turn around to meet face to face with one of the artists your team worked for.

Jeong Yunho!?

“This has got to be a mistake,” you mumble, looking down at the note and shoving it deep within your pocket. There’s no way Yunho of ATEEZ sent me this.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says smiling, “I’m just surprised to see you here.”

“Oh, of course. Thank you for the invitation,” you smile warmly.

“Invitation?”

“Yeah,” you awkwardly glance at his hand, noticing a note. It almost looked exactly like yours. You decide to pull the note from your own pocket and show him.

“I’m assuming you’re the one who placed this on my desk at work, since you’re the only person here that I know?”

“Oh,” is all he says, as he glances down at the note in his hand. “Well this is odd, because I found this note in my dressing room.”

He motions the note toward you and to your surprise, it’s the exact same handwriting and instructions written on yours.

Is this some kind of prank?

“I’m sorry, Yunho, but have we been—”

“Set up?” He finishes your thought, smiling at a mere realization that he might’ve suspected one of his members almost immediately behind this.

Of course we were, he thinks to himself, recalling how he’d mentioned to Wooyoung that your few interactions together had made Yunho dub you his work-crush.

“Well, since we’re already here, let me treat you to any dessert for the night,” he says softly, offering you his hand to take.

The evening progressed fairly smoothly. Yunho offered to treat you to tiramisu, one of his favorite dessert trays. The night was filled with fun conversations, embarrassingly ugly laughs, and many opportunities for you and Yunho to get closer to one another. Time had practically flown so quickly before you’d realized it was almost time for the shop to close.

“Yunho,” you say as you begin collecting your coat, “I can’t say I regret coming tonight. You’re really fun to be with.”

“I’ll be sure to let the matchmaker know,” he smirked.

“Wait, you know this secret matchmaker!?” You turn wide-eyed at the boy, lightly punching his arm.

“I could take a guess,” he giggles, looking down at the note and wanting to pinch himself for not recognizing the most obvious handwriting earlier.

“Well, I hope this matchmaker decides to bring us together again,” you smile warmly.

“You’d want to go on a second date?” The corners of his lips are practically quivering in delight.

“I’m just saying I’d hope so,” you say, looking back at the now-empty dessert plate on the table. “And I wouldn’t mind coming back here. I liked having a dessert date.”

“I’ll be sure,” he says, offering you his hand, “that the next note that pops up on your desk comes directly from me.” You firmly place your hand in his as he leans over and plants a soft, loving kiss against your forehead, leading you both out the shop and off to walk under the otherwise delicately-lit moonlight.

Sidelines ༓ myg (m)

✑ 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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Solace

Pairing: KNJ x Reader

WC: 13.5k

Genre: Roommates2L

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: Brief blood mention from a cut, mention of minor character death (sickness), fingering, hand job, big dick joon, belly bulge, unprotected sex, mentions of choking, creampie, dirty talk, inconsistent POV

Banner by @sugarwithtea​

Beta’d by @yoongiobsessed​ and Sara (twitter link)

Summary: Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

Author’s Note: This should have been written months ago. I don’t have an excuse. Oh well, it’s here now! 

Part of the Room For Rent collab

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"ew! i have a boyfriend, so hands off," you slur, your words tumbling out in a jumble. you wobble in the grasp of the larger guy, who effortlessly holds you.

mingi lets out a sigh as you try to break free from his embrace. the man is naturally stronger than you, with his muscles showing off the hours spent at the gym. moreover, the alcohol in your system makes your feeble attempts to push him away even more pointless.

"tiny, i'm tired and you're totally wasted," he says, crouching down to fix the mini skirt that's riding up on your bare thighs. "let me take you home."

"my boyfriend's on his way. he's gonna kick your ass," you groan, slapping his hand away from your thigh. he chuckles at the sight, the same hand you just hit now gently stroking your hair, offering you comfort as the impending migraine creeps up on you.

"hey baby, look at me," he shushes you and he grips your chin, making you meet his gaze. he examines every single feature of your face, noticing how the glitter that was once on your eyelids has now found its way to your cheekbones. with his thumbs, he gently removes the specks, and you instinctively close your eyes, feeling a pleasant tingle where his touch lingers.

"don't call me that, am not your baby," you retort with a scrunch of your nose and he can't help but find you utterly adorable even though the disgusted action was directed at him. mingi clicks his tongue disapprovingly, looking down at you. he's tired, and you had convinced him to go out tonight, promising a good time since it had been ages since you both went out together. he agreed, unable to resist your begging, completely smitten with you. but now, as he reflects on his actions, he's starting to regret it a little.

"fuck, you're lucky i love you," he mutters quietly, playfully pinching your cheek. he crouches down, bringing his face closer to yours. your wide eyes gaze up at him, filled with uncertainty, wondering why this "stranger" is getting closer to you. "don't you recognize me tiny? you're breaking my heart." mingi says, taking your hand and guiding it to his hair. without thinking, you instinctively tug at the strands, as if it's a reflex ingrained in your mind. "you begged me to dye my hair this color and you don't recognize me?"

he watches with delight as recognition flickers in your eyes upon seeing his blond locks, and your face breaks into a wide, toothy grin. bursting into fits of giggles, you exclaim, "mingi!!!" and leap into his sturdy arms, as if it's been ages since you last saw him. taken aback, he grabs hold of you, momentarily stumbling backward in surprise. he erupts into laughter, declaring, "there she is." with one hand supporting you beneath your behind, your legs wrap around his waist. he then bends down to retrieve the pink heels that slipped off your feet during the leap, and you tighten your grip around him, laughing uncontrollably as you almost lose balance, but his hold remains strong.

"let's get you home tiny," mingi murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. closing your eyes, you surrender to sleep, trusting him to guide you back home safely.

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horny thought of the night is jungkook who produces a stupid amount of cum, whose stamina can go round after round but even then it didn’t matter because he’d suck on your clit while he worked himself back up again anyways

however, he always make sure to keep your hips raised, always careful to make sure all his cum stays inside of you, and maybe you clench a little too hard while he thumbs over your clit, thick rivulet of his seed dribbling out of you.

he’d try to salvage as much as he could, stuffing his cum back into you with his fingers, a promise on his lips that he’d make sure to stuff you full again as he smears whatever is left on his fingers over your thighs

and maybe he’d have a competitive streak each time you fucked, how many times he could cum inside of you before you lost yourself and it started spilling out of you with each pleasure-filled clench

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PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNINGS IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, someee suggestive content—just a bit, English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭, deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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before

𓆩⟡𓆪… EPILOGUE

“I love you guys so much, but if you do your business here, I will personally run over you with the car that says, ‘Just got married’. Okay?”

You were staring at the 7 men in front of you, a white dress on while music was blasting in the background. They were all wearing their suits and if you looked closer, there would be little dots of blood adorning their skin.

It was your wedding day and you hadn’t noticed that half of the boys in front of you had left to deal with a situation. That situation being a man trying to kill you, gun pointed your way from not so far but hidden from everyone. Though, he was quickly spotted by your guards and Jae who had noticed the man glistening with sweat. The boys weren’t entirely happy about someone threatening their wife, their beautiful, kind, and pregnant wife.

Now, you wouldn’t be as straight-up as you were right now, but you wanted your wedding to be a celebration of you 8. You didn’t know about the issue and what had happened, all the boys not wanting to stress you out, so they all nodded at your words.

“My love,” Jimin softly spoke as he got closer to you, hand going around your waist while the other held your hand closer to his lips, kissing it, “I’m sorry for dealing with our business on our special day, okay? When we go back home, we’ll give you a back massage and foot rubs and anything you want. That okay?”

You nodded, feet and back aching at the thought of finally being able to sit down. You forgot how many family members all 8 of you had. You didn’t even know half of the cousins on your side, but your dad had stated they moved to another country.

“That’s better than okay,” you breathed out, placing a hand on your belly while your sister waved you over. “I have to go but, please be careful, okay? I love you.”

“We love you.”

They smiled as they watched you head towards your sister, your belly being displayed by the flowy dress Ari, Eunji, and your sister had helped you pick. It was not tight to the point you couldn’t breathe and that what you loved about it. You felt so pretty, so beautiful, and you admired the way you looked pregnant.

“Where’s the guy?” Jungkook asked Jin, who glanced at you one more time and made sure you were distracted enough not to see then two slip away from under your nose.

“He’s in our dressing room,” Jin answered, fixing the buttons of his blazer. He, along with the others, made sure you and the baby were safe. You were their entire world, they couldn’t bear with the idea that someone tried to kill you, and that someone was tied to a chair with guards looking over him. “Jae is looking over him, making sure he won’t make a run for it.”

“Did he really think he was going to be successful in killing her?” Taehyung scoffed, rolling up the sleeves of his black button-up, curtly nodding his head at an aunt of yours who waved at him. “This was basically a suicide mission. Especially when all 7 of us are here.”

“We should be thankful he was spotted before he could actually hurt them,” Namjoon sighed, drinking from his cup. He bowed when he came to find more members of different gangs and mafias heading towards him and the others.

“Congratulations, Namjoon,” Mr. Kim chuckled rather excitedly as he passed a black box to each member. “A watch from my family to yours.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kim,” Hobi smiled at the man, shaking his hand while he opened the box, revealing a silver watch with purple diamonds adorning the bracelet. He also noticed that the man was holding a few other gifts.

Noticing his eyesight, Mr. Kim smiled. “This is for your wife from Iseul, Haneul, and from myself. We heard the good news. Congrats on your little boy!”

All 7 smiled at the congratulatory, still surreal that they were going to be having a son. They felt bad for you, though. You already dealt with all 7 of them and you were going to deal with another boy.

“Here, I’ll lead you to her,” Jungkook told the man, Jimin following behind so he can see your expression at the gifts.

The three of them walked towards you, but Mr. Kim eyed the blood on some of Jungkook’s tattoos.

“I’m guessing there was some trouble?” Mr. Kim questioned, raising an eyebrow at the two. Jungkook looked down at where he looked and huffed, still angry and very, very furious at the man held hostage.

“Someone tried to kill Y/n,” Jimin said, humming when Mr. Kim’s neck snapped towards him at the sudden revelation. “Tried. Could barely take a step towards her before our guards grabbed him.”

“Hey, if you need men to discover who could’ve hired him, I’m your guy,” Mr. Kim nodded his head at them and Jimin, with his hands behind his back as his heeled boots hit the floor, looked down at the man.

“If anything,” he started, smiling once he caught your eye, “do us a favor?” Mr. Kim made a sound of acknowledgment and Jimin’s face turned stoic. “Go interview the guy. We need to be here just in case Y/n is in more danger. Some of us will be there in a bit, but we need to make sure there are no more threats.”

“Got it.”

“One of our guards will take you,” Jimin mumbled before he grinned at your figure standing in front of him. “Hi, baby,” he smiled at your stomach, “and hi baby.”

“And don’t tell her anything,” Jungkook whispered in the man’s ear who nodded at his words.

Jungkook stepped forward once you chuckled at Jimin’s words out of amusement because you had just been in front of him, scolding him and the others. You smiled once Jungkook came to stand by your side, hand wrapping itself around your waist while the other protectively laid on your stomach.

You looked at Mr. Kim and smiled at him, hugging him as best as you could.

“So nice to see you again, Mr. Kim,” you said, stepping away before Jungkook’s arms wrapped themselves back around you.

“Hi, Y/n,” the man smiled warmly at you. His eyes landed on your stomach, just like so many had done. He passed you a couple of bags. “Open them.”

You opened them and you came to find a beautiful necklace. It was so beautiful and you admired the 7 purple diamonds and a lighter purple pendant in the middle of it all.

“It’s so beautiful,” your bottom lip stuck out as you felt tears blurring your vision.

“The new shipment came,” Mr. Kim started, Jimin and Jungkook smiling down at you, “and I knew that the new Diamond needed to be yours so, I had it made, along with the pendant. It’s supposed to be the new addition of your little family. The boys have it in their watches, too.”

“It’s really beautiful, Mr. Kim, thank you so much.”

“Now open the other one. Iseul and Haneul picked them out. They wanted to be here but they are spending their time at the place you told them about. They send their best wishes and thank you’s.”

You smiled at his words and opened the gift, a little dry sob escaping your lips once you came to find a dainty bracelet on the paw of a teddy bear along with baby shoes.

“They’re so small,” you sniffed as tears threatened to escape your eyes. The men watched you with amusement, though, your lovers were even getting emotional at the gifts, dabbing their own eyes to prevent the tears from escaping them. “This is just… I love it so much. Thank you.”

You hugged the man a bit more tighter than before. Mr. Kin chuckled and patted your back, clearly not expecting the reaction you just gave him. But it was the most perfect gift and the gifts just reminded you how your life was turning for the better. It was still surreal when you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed your stomach changing, knowing that your son would be coming in a couple of months.

Time went by as soon as Mr. Kim disappeared and different type of mafia leaders and members appeared to congratulate the new married couple… aka you and the other 7. You got more baby clothes and more jewelry, and you were crying by the end of the day when you eyed the little pieces of clothing.

“Did you find anything?”

Mr. Kim turned to look at Jimin, Namjoon, and Jin who walked into the dressing room of theirs. He has been wiping his bloody hands away on his handkerchief, eyeing the man still tied on the chair.

“Well, I did find out he works alone,” he answered, placing his hands on hips as the three men stood in front of the bloodied man. “I did a background check and nothing. I don’t know why—”

“You killed my stupid dad,” the tied man spat out, chest heaving up and down from the beatings he had just received.

“Another revenge story?” Jin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Is this why you tried killing our wife?”

“Your stupid wife is everything to you all,” the man scoffed out, not noticing how everyone’s eyes darkened at his words. “Especially now since she’s pregnant with your devil-child.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Namjoon muttered, turning his head away from the man, his heart speeding up, hammering against his chest due to his anger rising up. He turned to look at Jin. “Kill him. He’s not wanted no more.”

Jin nodded and he turned to look at the man. “Our wife is precious to us. If we killed your dad, it mostly was something he had done that made us do so. It wasn’t our fault.”

“Shut up.”

Namjoon, Jimin, and some guards left the room while Mr. Kim stayed behind. He was always the best person to go to-to get rid of bodies and clean the mess up. That’s why Jin didn’t hold back.

Once he was done, he and Mr. Kim headed back to the party. Mr. Kim headed towards the table with his name while Jin headed towards where you sat, your hand in Yoongi’s as his head was tilted, staring at your face with a gummy smile on his lips.

“You’re very pretty, jagi,” Yoongi complimented you, grabbing your hand clasped in his hands and kissing the skin of it. “How are you? He’s not bothering you too much is he?”

“So far, he’s doing very good. He was kicking a bit not so long ago but, I’m guessing it was just hiccups or he was having a bit of fun.”

Yoongi chuckled before he looked up once he saw Jin heading towards you two, giving him a small smile.

He sat down on your side, letting out a long, dramatic sigh, plopping his head on your shoulder while his hand went to search for the other hand.

“You okay?” You asked him, pecking his forehead. He hummed in satisfaction, his hand then moving to your stomach. “He’s not kicking right now.”

Jin hummed again. “S’good, he needs to learn not to kick his mom.”

You chuckled at his words. “Jin, he doesn’t know better. He’s still in me.”

“Jin is a bit slow.”

You gently slapped Yoongi’s thigh, hearing him find his own comment funny, laughter escaping his lips. Jin reached over your shoulder, though, flicking his forehead.

“I’m hungry,” you announced once they were about to start flicking one another. You stood up and walked away, but the two chuckled at seeing your figure waddle instead.

The other 5 joined them and they watched you, waddling and talking and laughing and… you just looked so beautiful and ethereal in that white dress that shaped your belly so perfectly. God, they couldn’t believe they finally married you.

“She’s so cute.”

“She’s walking like a penguin.”

“Oh, no… she saw a puppy… And there are the tears…”

“I’ll go help her.”