Let's All Take A Moment This Valentine's Day To Show Love To The Friends That Go Through The Chaos Of

let's all take a moment this Valentine's Day to show love to the friends that go through the chaos of Ticketmaster to secure tickets!! y'all rock

on that note, guess who is seeing Enhypen in May!!

my head is literally spinning after reading this

yandere!lee know x fem!reader || breeding + possession — @soluvcore || additional: you know what i like bestieeee || wc: 720~

— light degradation, name calling + marking

all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI

His hands caress your body, lips pressing on the back of your neck as he hums lowly and stills inside you, his warm seed released in you has you moaning softly as your body relaxes into the midnight purple satin sheets. Minho chuckles as he feels you turning to jelly in his arms as he moves your body so that you are on your back.

Your eyes are barely open as you look up at his handsome features and take in that teasing half-smile he has. You know the words that are about to come out of his mouth and yet, you can't find the energy to stop them from being spoken. "Aren't you so pretty like this?" Minho leans forward, running the tip of his nose along the side of your own before kissing your lips, chin, neck, rolling his hips as he captures your lips again. He drinks your moans like they are all he needs to survive - as if you are all he needs to live.

"Like what?" You whisper against his lips when he barely pulls away to take in the way you look in the afterglow.

"When you are filled to the brim, being claimed as mine." He says with an oddly affectionate tone, one that is reserved for these moments, the ones where he basks in the fact that you are here with him.

Finally.

He's pursued you for days, weeks, months, years. Minho grew more and more obsessed with you with every rejection and soon, you were his entire world and he was going to do whatever it took to have you in his possession. You had never had a man treat you the way Minho did, every guy growing progressively worse and who was there whenever you cried after a heartbreak?

How could you keep rejecting him when he made you feel so good about yourself after someone made you feel like shit?

You see the smug look on his face and tilt your head, furrowing your brow before humming. "Mm, you're wrong about something there," you see a flash of panic cross his features before putting him out of his misery, "I'm not filled to the brim."

Oh, you loved messing him and you know that he hated it in the best of ways. It sets something off in him every time you do it and while buried deep inside you isn't any different.

"Is that so?" He raises an eyebrow, the look matched with his smirk has a sweet shiver running down your spine. You can feel him growing harder inside you with every roll of his hips until he pulls away and raises his body so that he's looking down at you like a meal he's about to devour. "Should I fill you until you're dripping my cum, so full that even when I fuck you later, you'll still have my cum inside you? Is that what you want, my pretty little whore?" How can he call you that with such a sweet, teasing tone, making it sound as soft as him calling you Princess?

He doesn't wait for you to answer, he doesn't need to because he can see it in your eyes, the way they widen with surprise at his words with that lovely hint of lust behind them.

Minho is going to claim you, over and over, until you can't take him anymore. He's going to make sure every inch of you is covered in his love for you, that there's not an inch of your body that he doesn't know as intimately as his own. You'll be his most prized possession, the thing that he will take care of and cherish like he always has and if anyone is going to play with you, use you, break you, it'll be him. Only him.

"Mine." He growls, his lips leaving another mark on your body as he releases into you, stilling for only a moment before picking up his pace again - not letting you rest until he's kept his word. "Only mine. All mine."

He repeats over and over, all night until the dawn breaks, he repeats those words until they are almost all you know in your fucked-out state. You are his now, forever and he'll remind you of that regardless of whether you need it or not.

Soft Spot - Min Yoongi

Synopsis: Yoongi closed himself to most of the world. He didn't want to risk anyone hurting him or the people that mean the most to him. That was until you came along, somehow having the golden key to his heart.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers

Word Count: 1.7k

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Yoongi had spent over 30 minutes at the florist. His eyes bounced between all the different flowers, unsure what would be the best one to present to you. You would think that since Yoongi produces music, he felt a constant pressure for the next song to do better than the last.

However, his biggest worry was trying to impress you.

To him, not enough words could describe you. He has attempted to write at least one song to showcase his adoration for you. Yet, nothing seemed to fit. He could easily describe you as perfection. You were the one person who balanced him out amongst the chaos. The songs he produced with you in mind just didn't do you justice.

"Hyung, you ever going to make a selection?" Taehyung teased for him.

A sharp puff of air left Yoongi. He thought asking Taehyung to help him was the best idea, but he was starting to regret it.

"Would you shut up?" Yoongi murmured.

Taehyung went into a fit of chuckles before putting his hands up in defense. Seriously, he was here to provide insight?

Of course, Yoongi had an idea of the right ways to treat someone. He has experienced short flames of love in the past. But nothing like what you two had. It admittedly scared Yoongi at the intensity of emotions he felt within himself. He didn't mean to push people away, but he just often put all those emotions toward his career before another person. BTS counted on him to produce songs, to be a strong older brother. He didn't put another put through the wringer just because of his intense career.

But then he met you.

It started off innocent at first. You two just happened to bump into each other at the convenience store. He had been locked up at the studio, trying to lay tracks down for a new song when he needed a break. He figured going for a walk and grabbing an energy drink would help relax him.

Similarly, you had been crammed in your university's library working on a research paper. You were in the last semester of your graduate program, a step closer to becoming a Social Worker. Your fingers were starting to ache and you felt a bit restless after sitting at a work table. You decided you needed fresh air and an iced coffee before going to attempt to edit the paper.

You two had bumped into each other. Fatigue was written all over your faces that you hadn't noticed each other. That was until you bumped in as you tried to go to the register.

Seeing how tired you were, but also how beautiful you looked, Yoongi offered to pay for your beverage. When you tried to politely decline, he insisted after being in your way. Even though you were the one not watching where you were going.

As a way to show appreciation, you offered to give him your number. That way, you could repay him with a drink of his choosing whenever he wanted.

Since then, you two have been attached. Text messages were exchanged which then became FaceTime calls, particularly late at night due to both of your schedules. FaceTime calls quickly grew tiresome because all Yoongi wanted was to be in the same room as you, so you two began to hang out.

While Yoongi has not officially asked you to be his exclusively, he knew he wanted to be with you. You two practically saw each other twice a week. In his mind, you two were together.

That was until Taehyung pointed out that he hasn't actually asked you to be his, that you could be under the impression you two were just friends. Yoongi was doubtful, but his younger brother had a point. What if you saw him as only a friend? What if you were actually seeing someone else?

The thoughts made Yoongi both anxious but motivated to do something about it. Cue Taehyung coming in to help. Taehyung knew how to be romantic. He offered insight without Yoongi overthinking it.

"I'm telling you. She won't really care about the exact flowers. Just that you got them for her." "But they have to be perfect for her."

It brought Taehyung amusement to see how smitten his hyung was. Actually, all the boys were invested in Yoongi's love life. For the 10 years that they've known him, this was the first time that he was choosing something for himself rather than for other people. They all adored how dedicated Yoongi was to them and the group, but they always wanted Yoongi to be happy in all aspects of life. Including romantic.

They ever knew someone could be so happy over receiving a text message. At least, that was the case until they saw him grinning in his studio as he spun gently back and forth. He would re-read your texts to him, his smile getting wider and wider.

Or the way he thinks of you had random points. Having ramen for dinner? You like ramen. He would wonder if you had eaten, if you were happy, if you had a good day. See a squirrel while on a stroll? You were so energetic, so busy. What were you up to? Should he call you?

You were always on his mind. You meant everything to him and so much more.

It was why when he stood in front of your apartment door, his heart was racing. Yoongi was convinced that his heart was going to leap right out of his chest at this rate. He was practically shaking.

He sucked in a deep breath, looking down at the bouquet of flowers. Roses felt too intense for the occasion. He had selected an arrangement of blue hydrangea, blue delphinium, and white button poms. They reminded Yoongi of a clear, warm day and you were the sun. They were tied together by a pink bow, subtle but perfect.

Here goes nothing.

With his left hand firmly holding onto the stems of the bouquet, his right hand reached forward to ring the doorbell of your unit. It was a late Sunday morning. Sundays were your day to relax, to do self-care. He hoped he wasn't introducing, but he knew you'd be home.

From the other side of the black-painted door, he could hear shuffling. His heart fluttered knowing you were indeed inside. And about to open the door.

Did he get the right bouquet? Did you even like flowers? Should have have gotten a bigger bouquet for you?

He didn't have enough time to go through every scenario as soon the door opened. There you were. His angel.

Your hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with little strands framing your face. You wore a pair of black shorts but a large, oversized sweatshirt. All he wanted to do then was wrap you up in his arms and cuddle you. God, he was down bad.

You had a warm on your face, but quickly your eyes widened to see the flowers in his hand. You couldn't but hope they were for you, but you were convinced you and Yoongi were just friends. He was too kind to you to be anything more than that.

"Hi y/n," he said softly.

His voice sent your heart into palpitations. Nobody else sent you into such a spiral unlike he did so easily. It was just him greeting you but your knees were like jelly.

"Hi Yoongs," you spoke just as softly.

Yoongs. You were the only person who called him that. And he prayed you would be the only.

"What's going on? I figured you might be asleep still since you were at the studio until late." "Nothing can stop me from seeing you. I had a very important erran to run."

He was trying his best not to become a stuttering mess. But the way you were looking at him? The way you had a soft gaze yet lured him in, he was bound to crumble.

"These are for you, beautiful. Saw them and I thought of you."

Your cheeks turned bright pink. You were at a loss for words, and Yoongi noticed. He couldn't help but feel his ego rise. Maybe all the guys were right after all? Maybe you did like him?

He only got this confidence when he had a little bit of whiskey in his system. This was different, though. He didn't have liquid courage to fuel his delusions. He was stone-cold sober to see how you reacted to him. While non-verbal, your body language says everything.

"Oh Yoongi, they are so beautiful. You didn't have to do this." You took the flowers into your own hands to admire them up close. It warmed Yoongi's heart to see the way you took in their beauty, even though they weren't as beautiful as you are. He hoped you were seeing yourself just as positively, but he was ready to remind you constantly if need be.

"And I know what you're about to say." He began. "If you feel guilty for me spoiling you, why don't you accompany me for brunch? Going on an official date would make me happier than you buying me something."

Your head had never snapped up as quickly. Did you hear him correctly? Was he asking you out on a date? There was no room for interpretation when he said the words himself, but you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"Wait, you are actually asking me out?" "Well yeah, y/n. Isn't it obvious I like you?"

You opened your mouth to counter his statement, still in disbelief. However, you quickly closed it. Come on, y/n. Don't hesitate. You're so close to getting what you've always wanted.

"Can you give me 20 minutes to get ready and place these in water?" You asked. "Take all the time you need, angel. I'll be downstairs in my car, making sure it's all warm for you."

Feeling bold, Yoongi leaned into to press a lingering kiss to your cheek. "I've got nowhere else I'd want to be than spending time with you." Shivers ran down your spine from his tone and the way his words practically vibrated throughout your body.

He pulled back and winked before going towards the elevator. You gently closed the door before rushing to get ready.

Dreams can come true.

Steal The Show will forever have a special place in my heart so thank you to every single person who has read it! It really makes me happy 🥺

♡HOBI♡ONESHOT REC's

🥵 - Smut 🎀-Fluff

🎀I Love You, I Love You Not by @muniimyg

»Pairings:Brother’s Best friend!Hoseok x Fem!Reader »Genre : Brother’s Best friend au »Summary : Oc and her brother’s best friend, hobi, share a pint of ice cream and their feelings

🎀 Steal The Show by @atinystraynstay

»Pairing : Idol! Jung Hoseok x idol! Fem reader. »Genre : Fluff, tiny bit of angst, friends to lovers. »Summary : He was amazed by her. He knew how hard she'd worked for this moment, so being able to see her do her thing made him feel complete. She outshined the sun.There was just one thing left he had to do.

Ok so this photo has me thinking… how would we all feel about Soccer Star!SVT plots? Like especially DK?? Wowowowow

Update: did turn this into a small fic! which you can read HERE please let me know if I should continue, add other members, etc.

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