Relax, Its Our Honeymoon! - Four

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Four

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Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: this is just a cute filler chapter, some cute boyxboy bts moments, don’t read (or interact with my profile) if you’re homophobic.

sorry for the itty bitty filler chapter! the smut chapter is kicking my ass rn 😀

The older boy tucks his head further into the blue-haired boy's chest, a serene smile taking over his features. Their arms are wrapped around one another, their legs intertwined. Jimin keeps his head over Taehyung's heart, his own chest rising in alternating beats to Taehyung's.

They're both fast asleep, knocked out from the day's activities, their full bellies the alcohol they had been consuming throughout the day and the sun that had been beating down. The older one had been feeling drowsy practically all day, and the added wine and stomach full of good food had just expedited the process.

Taehyung, however, was the opposite. He had been awake and giddy all day, only calming down to go to sleep when his head hit the pillow next to Jimin's. He could still hear his hair faintly crunching from all the hairspray, but disregarded it with the fact he was going to wash it tomorrow. Probably. Hopefully.

In the next room, the scene is almost replicated. Two men wrapped up in one another, exhausted from the day's activities. However, they weren't asleep. Just mindlessly talking in-between yawns and small kisses.

The youngest, yet the tallest of the two, has his wide eyes fixed on the elder in-front of him. Yoongi tries to avoid the eye contact, instead trying to distract him with kisses and by smothering his face into the younger's neck. Jungkook runs his hand up and down the elder's spine, keeping the other wrapped firmly around his waist. He fails at hiding his smile, sleepy, half-opened eyes fixing themselves on Yoongi's embarrassed state. They continue with their mumbles, sleep-filled promises and hearty love confessions whispered into the space, only for them to know and possibly forget in the morning.

The next room is a completely different circumstance. Only one of the occupants is asleep on the bed: Namjoon, who's wrapped themselves up in the sheets, cocooned like a caterpillar. The other room occupant is sat on the balcony outside, talking in hushed whispers on the phone. Hoseok found himself unable to sleep, having had next to no contact with his biological family since he landed.

He tires himself out with a long-winded conversation with his parents, talking about anything and everything. Soon, he's unable to keep his eyes open, bidding them goodbye before tucking himself in beside the sleep-drunk younger's wriggling body, managing to force himself into the cocoon and into the warm embrace of one another.

In the last room, the eldest is sleeping like a baby, his wife tucked into him. The two keep closely knit, wrapped in one another like all the other pairings before. Seokjin is the big spoon, his arm going numb, but he's uncaring in dreamland. He'll reap the repercussions in the morning, where he'll adapt a whiny tone and a large pout to garner sympathy from his spouses. It won't work, they'll instead choose to laugh at first and then kiss his arm better after a few whines and complaints.

In total, the chalet is nearly in complete silence. The only sounds being the occasional whisper of the loved-up couple in room two, the crashing of the waves outside and the shuffle of bedsheets rubbing up against sleep clothes and other blankets. Actually, a few snores too. Not loud enough to make the walls shake, but loud enough to prove people are actually residing in the holiday chalet.

All in all, it's peaceful.

Taglist: @effielumiere @ah2002 @mcusuperfreak

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Final

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You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: 18+ in some parts, jimin being a brat, kinda sad, my crappy writing.

“Is everyone packed and ready?!" Namjoon shouts across the chalet, sunglasses rested on the top of his head while he sits on the sofa. He's surrounded by the packed suitcases and bags, a tight white shirt fitted across his chest.

Most of us have filed into the living room, grabbing our own luggage and double-checking that we aren't leaving anything behind. Taehyung and Yoongi are checking the entire chalet, making sure that the rooms are still semi-neat and that no-one has left their passport or phone chargers behind.

I'm not gonna beat around the bush, the boys look hot as fuck. Even though we agreed to dress for comfort (seeing as all we were going to do was go on the plane and then sit in the dorms), they had decided to dress up in jeans, tight fitting t-shirts and expensive outfits that just imagining the price tags makes me weep. They're all tanned, happy and muscular; it's my wet dream.

However, there's a sort of sad feeling draped over us all. We won't get to do something like this for a while, especially with the boys' busy schedules and my job. I decide that I'm gonna milk this for every single minute, and won't stop until we're climbing off the plane in Korea.

——

I fight back a smirk at Jimin's incessant whining. The plane was delayed by an hour, so he's been moaning and groaning in the lounge about how he could have slept longer or had a bigger breakfast. The rest of the boys are fed up too, just wanting to go home or eat something really greasy, but they're not acting bratty like Jimin is.

"Minie, cut it out. Sit down and shut up." I grumble, glaring at him when he stomps his foot with a pout.

"I'm hungry!" He's now breaking out a signature pout, voice higher in pitch as he starts to throw a tantrum. The boys look on, used to Jimin's attitude when he wants something.

"We're having breakfast on the plane."

"But the plane isn't here!"

"We will be having breakfast on the plane. If you're hungry, have a protein bar. Now, sit down before you draw more attention to yourself." He freezes, eyebrows furrowing as he teeters on the edge of throwing a larger tantrum or doing as he's told. I cock an eyebrow at him, my arms crossed firmly across my chest as I look around the private lounge. Some of the staff are trying to avert their eyes, but some can't help but stare at the member's bratty behaviour.

He goes to open his mouth again, foot stomping. I lose my temper, quickly standing and grabbing his arm, dragging him off to the bathrooms with his whines filling my ears. Most of them look on, little smirks on their face as the only evidence they know what is going on, all except Yoongi. He's staring right at me, eyebrow cocked. I send a nod at him, watching as he follows behind us into the bathroom.

"What's with the attitude, Jimin?" Yoongi fires off at him, making sure the door is locked when he walks in. Jimin stands a bit away from us, eyes now firmly fixed on the floor and plush lips pushed together. Silence fills the room after Yoongi's question.

"Not speaking now huh? You wanted attention, now you have it, so what's with the bratty attitude huh?" I've moved forward, lifting his head with one of my hands and staring him down with a firm gaze.

"Answer her when spoken to." Yoongi's voice is almost angry. I know I can't see him, but I can tell his eyebrow is furrowed and smile completely erased from his face.

"I don't wanna go home. Don't want this to end." Jimin's eyes are a little sad, pout on his perfect lips as he moves his gaze from me to Yoongi.

"None of us do, but we aren't acting like brats." Yoongi's now stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, one of his hands gently stroking Jimin's cheek.

"We're gonna have to punish you, Minie. I know your reasoning, but we talk things out instead of being all pouty and throwing tantrums. What's your colour?"

"Green." He mutters, the air in the room seemingly getting thicker.

——

"I need you to count after every spank, okay Minie?" He quickly nods, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Yoongi in-front of him. I'm perched on the closed toilet seat, Jimin laid over my lap. Yoongi sits in front of Jimin, heads at the same level. Their hands are intertwined, Jimin's other hand wrapped around my leg to keep himself from slipping off. His jeans and boxer shorts are pulled down to his mid-thigh, ass exposed and his cock rubbing against the inside of my thighs.

I land the first smack, gently rubbing the spot afterwards when I hear the number from Jimin, a whimper leaving at the same time. Yoongi gently hushes him, using his spare hand to gently rub at his cheek.

SLAP! I go again, soothing the already reddening skin when I hear Jimin's hushed whisper.

I land another spank before starting on the other cheek, praising Jimin for taking his punishment so well.

"You're taking your punishment so well, baby. Last one, okay?" I land the sixth and final spank, cooing when he speaks. His voice breaks, and I rub soothing circles into the reddening skin.

"Did so good, Jiminie. Let us finish your aftercare and then you can cum." Yoongi says, handing me a tube of lotion he kept in his bag. I rub the coconut-scented lotion into his reddened skin, making sure to use a light hand on the sore area.

After rubbing in the lotion, I press gentle kisses along his spine before helping him off my lap. His eyes seem glassy, pink pouty lips stretched into a half-dazed smile.

"Such a good boy for us, baby. How do you wanna cum?" Jimin leans some of his weight on Yoongi when he asks, and I keep my eyes on them as I stand up, standing on the other side of Jimin.

"Wanna cum." Jimin whines, bucking his hips into the empty air. Yoongi and I share a smirk behind him, falling more in love with how fucked-out he is.

"We know you do, baby boy. How do you wanna cum?"

"Sucked off."

"By who?" Jimin's eyes flutter open at the question, flickering his heavy gaze between the two of us.

"Want us both on your cock Jiminie? Want us to take turns sucking that fat cock of yours?" I coquettishly run my hand down his torso, fluttering my eyelashes. He nods, and we get to work.

Yoongi and I fall to our knees in tandem, eyeing up Jimin's thick cock. It stands proud, pink tip oozing pre-cum that slowly drips down the shaft. Yoongi's the first to encompass him in his mouth, so I move my attention to his balls, giving them a hard suck. Jimin's weak on his legs, stepping back to press himself against the wall.

Yoongi begins to move up and down his cock slowly, teasing Jimin which causes whines and whimpers to fall from his mouth. I continue to suck hard, before moving to press kisses and leave love bites all over the top of his thighs. We repeat this a couple of times before switching, me moving to take Jimin fully into my mouth whilst Yoongi left bite marks all over his thighs and v-line. 

I bob my head up and down, trying to fit him all in my mouth and failing. Whatever doesn't fit in, I work with my hand, making sure to swallow around his cock the best I can. As I pull off to switch again, I land a teasing lick on the slit, spreading his precum and our spit all over his shaft.

Yoongi and I alternate for a few more minutes, before Jimin starts to tremble and his whimpers gain in volume.

"You gonna cum baby? Where do you wanna cum?" I ask, landing a sloppy kiss on Yoongi's lips after.

"Mouth!" Yoongi sends a smirk my way, pushing me back towards Jimin's cock to swallow it down again. I send a quirked brow his way, licking and sucking up his cock and paying extra attention to the tip. His legs start to shake, his breathing getting heavier. I swallow down his cock, almost choking when he begins to fill my mouth. I still continue to swirl my tongue on his cock the best I can, twisting and pumping my hand to get him through this orgasm.

Soon, he finishes cumming. I slowly seperate from his cock, trying to not let any cum spill out. Suddenly, my head is spun to the side and my lips connect with Yoongi's. He bites, causing my lips to open in shock and Jimin's cum to seep into his mouth. His tongue starts to tangle with mine, swapping the cum around before finally separating to swallow.

“Did such a good job, Jiminie. Let's get cleaned up."

——

"Are we there yet?"

"No, Kook. It's a thirteen hour flight and we set off two hours ago."

"But I'm hungry!"

"In-flight meal should be here soon. In the meantime, sleep baby."

"But Noona~"

"But Noona what?"

"Wanna cuddle with you." He whispers back, and I simply send a coo his way before opening up my arms. He shuffles across the plane, walking past a very disgruntled Yoongi, which he had accidentally woken up with his whining. He throws himself down next to me, tucking his head into my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist. He mutters "goodnight", despite it being around lunchtime, and drifts off to sleep.

He moves around a lot, opening his mouth at one point and getting drool down my shirt. He's woken two hours later by the hostesses walking around and handing out food and drinks, begrudgingly tucking into his food half-asleep.

Everyone’s awake now, and sipping from various beverages. Yoongi and Taehyung chose coffee of some sort and Namjoon and Jungkook chose Cola, while the others seem to settle for more alcoholic drinks. Jimin had some kind of cocktail, Hoseok a classic beer and Jin chose a strawberry flavoured soju. They all seemed a little more relaxed, regardless, and were happily tucking into their food, though I could tell they were still hungry when they were finished. Dessert was a tiny slice of cake, and the boys didn’t look too happy.

Jin started sneaking snacks out of his bag, whilst Hoseok went for the bold approach of asking for them for some hot water so he could cook his ramen.

I fondly smile on at their full cheeks, messy hair and puffed-up faces. I run my eyes over every one, Jungkook having moved to be next to Taehyung and charm some of his food away.

“You alright?” Yoongi appears next to me, slowly sliding into the unoccupied seat.

“Yeah. Just thinking. You?”

“Come to the bed with me.”

“We’ve just spent the last week having non-stop sexual encounters and now you wanna join the mile-high club?”

“We were already part of it, babygirl. And no. You look as exhausted as I feel. Come on.” He intertwines our hands, sending a small gummy smile my way as he stands up and leads me to one of the private quarters at the back of the plane. He kicks his shoes to a random part of the room uncaringly (which nearly gives me a heart attack, seeing as they cost over two million won), and slams himself down on the bed before burrowing under the covers. I slide off my own shoes, before crawling in beside him. He shuffles closer, so we’re practically nose-to-nose. I move my legs to tangle with his, wrapping our arms around one another as we practically become one. His eyes stay locked on mine, nose scrunching up a little when he realises I’m looking right back.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Taglist: @ah2002 @effielumiere @mcusuperfreak @fangirl125reader

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! i’m thinking about publishing a new series soon, but i don’t know :) i’m gonna miss RIOH :(

that time kim taehyung walked his way into everyone's hearts (again)

♡ j-hope is the best ♡

OH SHIT I ASKED U A WRONG THING IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO TO SOMEONE ELSE IM SO SORRY

NO NO PLS YOURE OKAY LMAOOO!! i was so confused 🥺 while i am a fan of MHA, i don’t write for them currently! (pls let me know who ends up writing that btw 😳)

couldn’t handle the overall sexiness that is bts and me combined 😤

for u <3

Lmao why was this blocked 😭😭😭

Tumblr scared me, it’s too early in the morning for that 😪😪