CHOCOLATE FLAVORED CAKE Ateez

CHOCOLATE FLAVORED CAKE — ateez

PAIRING: ot8 ateez x gn!reader GENRE: angst

WC: 0.6k (644)

WARNINGS: reader gets stood up on their birthday, reader has a sister named haeun (not to refer to any actual person)

📝: gonna add a part 2 to this lel

library pt2

you met your best friends - seonghwa, hongjoong, yunho, yeosang, san, mingi wooyoung and jongho - only half a year ago, yet your bond grew as fast as the drying of super glue. you found yourself not going anywhere without any of the eight of them. well, that was the case until you introduced them to your sister, haeun.

they hit it off with her - especially yunho, which you were glad about at first but you noticed that they slowly favored haeun over you. it even got to the point where hongjoong would text you and say they couldn’t make it to your plans, because they were with haeun.

seonghwa would send selfies in the group chat that he took with haeun, and all you could do was look and wish you were there with them. you basically never see them as often unless san and jongho decided to come over (to see haeun). and even trying to salvage the friendship you even made plans at places you knew they loved. but that also failed . . .

boba shop? they didn’t show

a picnic? they didn’t show

they never came and it was always the same excuse, ‘i was with haeun and lost track of time.’ but this time, you are absolutely sure that you will be seeing your 8 friends today! it’s your birthday and you’ve invited them to your celebration, and your gut is telling you it’ll be the same situation like all the last attempts, but you stay anyway and wait.

it started at 7:00pm,

it’s 8:30.

you’re starting to get worried so you unlock your phone and message haeun. you assumed that they were most likely with her.

you don’t bother to respond. you immediately close your phone and sit back, awaiting your friends’ arrival.

9:45 pm

you return home and slam the door closed, which occupied haeun’s attention. she gets up from her bed to see what’s up with you, although she should already know the problem. “(name), i-” “just, shut up! you were so distracted with my friends you couldn’t even remember my birthday celebration.” you exclaim to haeun, the tears you’ve been holding in all night finally letting loose.

“today was your birthday?” you scoff at the fact your own sister forgot your birthday but it wasn’t anything new from her. you say nothing more haeun and lock yourself in your bedroom.

8:41 am

your stir awake from your slumber to the sound of 3 familiar voices: haeun, mingi and yunho. those are the last people you want to see right now, especially when you’re half-asleep. you exit your bedroom and walk past the living room, where the three of them sat. “good morning,” yunho greets you but you only glance at him awkwardly and ignore him, much to his dismay and he frowns at your reaction. “are they upset about something?” mingi asks, making himself comfortable on your couch as if it was his own. “about that…” haeun mutters her loud volume from before vanishing.

“we forgot about their birthday and they were waiting on us for 2 hours.” mingi’s eyes widen and yunho’s heart drops in his stomach. they now know the reason why you were so silent towards them just a minute ago and they can’t help but feel guilty. when you walk out of the bathroom they all go silent and look at you. “(name), come watch spiderman with us!” “uh, no thanks.” you dash back to your bedroom and mingi knows that they screwed up, because you love spiderman.

you sit on the floor of your bedroom, eating your chocolate flavored birthday cake, alone.

like you always were.

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

Keep reading

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! 💞

Masterlist

© kookslastbutton

Cold War - JHS (PWP)

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok X Fem!reader

Theme: SMUT, PWP, NSFW (MDNI), some angst, established relationship au.

Summary: In which Hoseok fucks you for all the time he has lost due to his own mistakes.

Word count: 2196 (pure smut lol)

Warnings: explicit sex, rough sex, domish Hoseok, orgasm denial, cream pie, Hoseok ties her hands down y'all.

A/N: based on a request from the prompt list. The prompts are written in italics.

****************

There's a cold war that has been going on between you and Hoseok.

It was last week when he nonchalantly forgot that he promised you a piece of quality time and went out to meet his celebrity friends. When you tried to talk to him, he snapped. He shouted at you saying that you give him absolutely no space and privacy, that he has been feeling trapped with you in this house. It stung you hard when he said those words.

It was the first time in your two years of relationship when you saw Hoseok this much furious. And a person as lively as him, wouldn't say anything out of anger only. It made you wonder for how long he must have been feeling "trapped" to finally call you out like this.

It did hurt you like no other. You love him so much that you are ready to leave him for his good. And if he's really not happy with you then it's better for you to stay away.

So, you decided to give him all the space he deserves and wants. As a result, you barely show him your face, you've shifted to the guest bedroom leaving the shared bedroom all to him, you eat before he comes home, and leave for work early before he manages to wake up from sleep. He made no advances to talk to you even if you two live in the same house, so you concluded that he is fine and he finds it better and much less burdening without your presence in his life.

Nevertheless, you miss him and you want him to miss you too, to finally come to you. And if it doesn't go as you want then you will take the cue and leave him, even if it kills you inside and sucks the soul out of your body. It's better to get hurt than being an unwanted presence in someone's life.

However, what you don't know is that Hoseok is going crazy. Waking up to an empty bed without you beside him, coming back to home without you jumping on his arms, eating dinner alone, not being able to hold you close, inhaling your natural pheromones, venting out to you about his day, having a heart-to-heart conversation, melting his tiredness in your embrace, kissing you, groping you and fucking you till night cracks into dawn, everything has been taking a toll on him. He hasn't even seen your face properly since the night of the fight. He knows you are angry but at the same time it's the first time you have stayed angry with him for so long. And he simply doesn't know what to do about it.

But he knows what is the first step to take, which is apologizing to you for his behaviour. He promises he will melt your heart tonight. He will make sure at least you start to converse with him even if you stay cold towards him.

When Hoseok reaches home, he finds you in the kitchen. You have your earphones on. So, you don't notice him coming towards you.

You have been eating out since the fight in order to avoid your boyfriend. But your stomach started acting up against you. So you decided to cook at home instead. You are pouring chopped veggies into the boiling stew when you feel a hand on your right shoulder. You are not surprised, neither are you jumpy enough to hurt yourself. You know it's your boyfriend, his touch is tattooed in the back of your brain. You turn your face to meet his eyes. Giving him a small smile, you return to what you were doing.

"Hey," says Hoseok. But you don't hear him due to the high volume of your earphones.

Hoseok plucks an earphone out of your right ear and you turn your face to look at him again.

"You wanna say something?" You ask him flatly. Your tone is so flat, so devoid of emotions that it breaks Hoseok's heart. The lack of usual 'hey baby' or 'hey hobi' drops his heart to his stomach. But he knows it's his fault. So, he gives you his biggest possible smile as he backhugs you, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

He catches you off guard with his behaviour. It's not what you expected even though deep down this is exactly what you wanted all along. Your heart flutters at his cuteness but you are determined to make him play hard this time around.

"Baby, I'm so sorry for the way I behaved that night. I- I really didn't mean to say that stuff. I was just- frustrated." Hoseok mutters in your neck.

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize, rather thanks for being honest and showing me my place in your life." You reply immediately. You have practiced what to say in a time like this.

Hoseok detaches his face from your neck within an instant and turns you around all while making sure both of you are away from the stove.

"No, Y/N. I know I am the wrong one here but - trust me. You really are important. I can't imagine my life without you in it, baby. Only I know how I have been living these days, since you totally stopped talking to me." His eyes are glassy, you notice but stay reluctant.

"It's what you wanted, Hoseok. You wanted space, I am giving you so. There's absolutely no reason for you to suffer. You should be happy instead. And also, if you want me out of your life, tell me now and you'll see me gone before you wake up in the morning." You reply as calmly as possible.

"Y/N! How many times did I tell you not to talk about breaking up?" He shouts at you, yet again. But this time for a completely different reason. You see vulnerability in his eyes, the fear of losing you is there as well.

You know talking about break ups triggers Hoseok, and you are evil enough to use that now but there's no better way to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"But I feel like you want it. It feels like you want me gone." You reply, voice cracking a bit. No matter how much you tried to keep this hard exterior, the thought of losing Hoseok breaks you into half.

"No! Fucking no! Y/N"

"Show me that you mean it, Hoseok."

And within a heartbeat, you feel his lips crashing into yours. The kiss is urgent, passionate but harsh at the same time. Hoseok grabs the back of your head to push you towards himself even more. You don't kiss him back until grabs your ass and smacks it harsh enough to make you yelp.

You then kiss him back as your hands reach to play with his dark and silky hair. Hoseok leaves your neck and places both of his hands right behind your ass and pulls you up on him. You wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you towards your shared bedroom.

He drops you not-so-gently on the bed and starts looking for sometime in the drawer. Upon finding a piece of silk, what you recognise as your scarf, he marches towards you. His hands work fast as he strips you off and leaves you bare for his eyes. You don't utter a single word, you stay there as if none of it is mattering to you.

He then takes the scarf, pins both of your hands above your head and ties those with the scarf. That's when you open your mouth.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Trying to ruin you for every other guy. So that you can't even think of ending things with me." Hoseok says as he finishes tying you up. He then strips himself off. His cock stands half erected, you eye him shamelessly.

"I’m not letting you go until you’ve either drenched the sheets, or passed out.” Hoseok says briefly before he almost pounds on you and attacks your lips vigorously.

His hands run down through your sides and find your cunt. One of his hands grabs one of your tits as the other one runs up and down your slit. You start leaking right away.

His mouth leaves your lips as he places small kisses on your jawbone, your chin and then he bites down on your neck. You moan out loud.

His teeth worry the skin of your neck all while his fingers draw small circles on your clit. You suck in a deep breath, you know it's gonna be a long time tonight.

Hoseok's kisses trail down to your collarbone as two of his digits probs on your entrance. You hate to admit it but you are already getting weak. His mouth takes one of your nipples in as he bites down on it. You muffle a moan.

"Let me hear you, baby. Let me know how good I am making you feel." Hoseok says. His words slurs as his tongue plays with one of your hardened buds.

Without a warning he puts two of his digits inside your cunt. He doesn't waste time as he puts his fingers knuckle deep.

His muscle memory takes his fingers to that one place that gets you all weak. He presses down on your g-spot and you arch your back as a response. Your moans know no bound at this moment. You feel yourself getting close but you don't say anything, you don't wanna give him the privilege of denying your orgasm.

But Hoseok being Hoseok, knows your body too well, as a result he removes his fingers right when your walls starts to clench the fuck out of his fingers.

"You are cumming only once today and we are going to cum together." He grits through his teeth as he pumps his rock-hard cock. Ready to bottom you out.

He teases your slit by rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit. You hiss. This man really has the audacity of teasing you after denying your orgasm once already.

"Don't tease, Hoseok!" You warn him.

He smiles, as if it's no big deal but he complies with your warning.

He uses both of his hands to spread you open. Placing both of his hands on both of your thighs, he takes a look at your leaking core.

"You have deprived me of this pretty pussy for an entire week. All the week-worth fucking will be done today." Hoseok grunts as he takes his cock and puts that in, in one go.

"Ah! Hoseok!" You moan out loud. Your moans seem to encourage him to go fast from the very start so he starts rutting into you like an animal. You weren't ready for the pace. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out other than some gibberish. The bed starts to squeak violently, so much so that you think it might break.

His pace was too much already and now he started stimulating your clit with rough eight figures drawn by his thumb. You start to see stars. You are gonna cum within seconds if he keeps doing what he is doing.

"H- Hoseok, plea- please.. I can't take it! Go sl-slow" you manage to say somehow although you are drooling, crying and making a mess of yourself. Your tied hands takes your pain mixed pleasure to a different level as you can't even grab the sheets or scratch Hoseok to divert your mind.

Hoseok doesn't budge. Either he doesn't hear to you or he doesn't pay you any mind willingly. So you open your mouth again.

“I-I can’t take anymore, please.”

“You can take it, and you’ll do it graciously, one more complaint and I’ll edge you all month.” Your boyfriend growls. You open your mouth to say something but Hoseok shuts you up by placing his fingers on your tongue.

"Suck" he orders, you obey.

However, you feel yourself getting close once again and Hoseok too probably feels it. His thrusts lose rhythm and become rigid. You, too, start to clench around his shaft.

"Cum, baby. Cum on my cock." Hoseok breathes out. You cum immediately as he follows closely behind. He fills you up with his white, hot seed as you almost lose your consciousness.

His body falls on top of yours. You feel his cum all over your mound, thigh, and slit as his softening dick rubs against your body.

His chest presses onto yours as you both try to catch your breath. He unties your hand, throws the scraf away. He cups your cheek with one hand and stare into your eyes intently.

"I know having sex is not the right way to prove myself but… I promise, Y/N, I'll make it up for you. Just- just don't leave me. Please." Hoseok mutters right beside your ear. You know he is vulnerable right now and he isn't lying, not in a time like this. This intimacy isn't something you could lie beneath.

You smile at him and reply, "I won't."

His smile finally reaches to his ears for the first time in a week as he kisses your forehead as if to seal the deal.

****************

Taglist:

@phenomenalgirl9 @soraviie @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @sukunabitch

CHOCOLATE FLAVORED CAKE pt 2 — ateez

PAIRING: ot8 ateez x gn!reader GENRE: fluff, slice of life

WORD COUNT: 0.8k (852)

WARNINGS: none

📝: i got sm requests for pt 2 so here u go😭

library pt1

you walk through the grassy fields in search for you sister haeun and your - or you should say her - eight other friends. you in fact did not want to see any of them, especially after they stood you up on your birthday. but haeun promised you that she had your favorite snack and that was all it took to convince you to actually go and see what she had planned for you.

after haeun announced to everybody that they’d forgotten your birthday, all nine of them were determined to make it up to you by planning a celebration where they’d actually be there! wooyoung and seonghwa suggested that they plan a picnic. yunho, on the other hand, wanted to plan something for just the two of you, however, he still agreed with their plan.

after what felt like decades you finally see the group sitting on a large blanket, beside a beautiful pond. your steps immediately slowed down the anxiety level in you growing rapidly. mingi was the first to see you, waving his hand excitedly signaling you to hurry up. because of this everybody else immediately acknowledged your presence.

“hi,” you greet, standing up in front of them awkwardly. “hi, (name)!” san smiled brightly showing his cute dimples and patted a vacant space next to him, indicating that he wanted you to sit beside him. and you do just that and you feel everyone’s eyes on you making it even more awkward, if that was even possible. yeosang who was sitting on your right, hands you a plate full of all your favorite foods.

the atmosphere was oddly quiet, it was like you were meeting them for the first time. after they grew distant from you weeks prior, you found yourself silent, like they were strangers to you. “c’mon, eat up!” san takes your fork and stuffs food into your mouth almost choking you and you don’t fail to notice wooyoung’s giggle.

you slowly relaxed around them and shared your food with both yeosang and san. but you felt a pair of eyes on you so you look up to make eye contact with yunho. when he realizes that he’d been caught staring he averts his gaze and continues talking with mingi. weird . . . “guys, let’s go walk to the dock now. the sun is setting!” haeun suggests.

yeosang helps you get up from the blanket and walks with you to the dock. “last one to get there has to buy us all ice cream!” wooyoung yells and runs past the rest of you, but nobody follows. “so.. who’s buying the ice cream?” san asked awkwardly as he jogged up following wooyoung. the remaining seven of you get to the dock just in time to see the sunset.

“it’s so pretty,” haeun comments as everyone stands on the dock in awe. evening came and so did the cold breeze. of course, you didn’t bring along a jacket with you and you were wearing a short-sleeved shirt but yunho immediately solves that issue. he lays his jacket across your shoulders, providing ample warmth to stop shivering. and even better - it smelled of his perfume. “thank you,” you mutter but yunho only hums in reply.

you don’t know how you were convinced to stay out after 11 at night, but here you are at a karaoke bar with your friends. you sit on the bench next to yunho and haeun, while jongho and hongjoong sing along to Only. needless to say you were beginning to get drowsy and it seems you were not the only one. yeosang was practically out cold on wooyoung’s lap and even he was fighting sleep.

“are you sleepy?” yunho asks, although he seemed to be fighting slumber as well. you nod in response laying your head on his shoulder and getting cozy in his jacket that you still had yet to return. “guys, i’m gonna take (name) home.” they were too tired to acknowledge him or anyone, so he opted to drive you home.

the drive was oddly awkward, even though you had just spent your whole evening together. you refuse to look at him from the passenger seat because you know that if you did the awkward atmosphere would become even worse. he stops at a red light, taking a small but noticeable glance at you. “(name)?” he finally breaks the silence. you look up at him, “yes?” he reaches into the backseat of the car, pulls out a neatly wrapped box and places it in your lap. “open it when you get home.”

you nod softly and return your gaze to the front, yunho turns into your driveway and you unbuckle your seatbelt. you bid yunho your goodbyes and a good night before you enter your house. before you even undress, you open the gift yunho had given you not too long ago.

it was a stuffed panda, with came with an even smaller box with a friendship bracelet. yunho also wrote a note, which read:

“happy (late) birthday (name)!! again, i’m sorry for forgetting. i hope you enjoy the plushie and the bracelet. -jy ♡”

Combined Beings (xx)

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

TAGLIST (CLOSED) : @scuzmunkie @princess-sunshyn @bangtans-momma @stupendousliteraturewritingoaf @babygirl-277 @elliott-calls @yoonallthetime @atiny-angel @tokiodori @lovwoni @littlrmills14-blog @7soulstars @lizzymizzy-blogg @mma7 @4ukiyo4 @xiusmarshmallow @maliktheking @fluffyspaceprincess @svnbangtansworld @passionandsuga @m0v3m3ntsblog @kungsoonie @idkreallys-blog @generouschildcolor @miriamxsworld @fluffy-canada-pancakes @icravebooks @singukieee @ilymygs-fatima @cryingpages @embrace-themagic @luvlee1313 @skyys-universe @allamericanuniverse @emu007 @needausernamepl @asmenar-ams @stellauniverse @namjoonswaifu @juju-227592 @mageprincess7 @eclipse-darling @iamkookiesforyou @kissme-ornot @foreverweareyoung7 @lovelgirl22 @xyahrinx @guinhosletters @amara-mars @shadowyjellyfishfest @hobiswhore @kooslilhoe @sugaglaze93 (to the bold usernames, your accounts wouldn’t show up. pls fix your visibility settings!)

A/N: thank you for all the love 🥺🤍

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.”