Sonic Rain (m)

sonic rain (m)

pairing: jung hoseok x reader

genre: smut, fluff, slight angst ∘ dancer, college au

word count: 25,043

description: Feeling as if molasses coats his bones isn’t a good metaphor for a dance major like Hoseok, but maybe you’re the girl that can wash his troubles away… Now if only he’d gotten your damn number.

It was one of those miserably hot overcast days. The type where the sun’s rays proved useless against the murky clouds, the constant threat of rain just waiting for that opportune moment to pour down. Pour down and soak your backpack through to that $280 physics text book — yeah, it was that type of day.   

From the time that Hoseok left for classes, to the time he arrived back at his tiny one-bedroom apartment, humidity consumed the air. The fabric of his tank-top and joggers clung to him with sweat, beads of perspiration coating the strands of his hair as he tucked it beneath a cap to combat his frizzy locks.

Just as he parked his car and gathered his books after a grueling day of dance practice mixed in with gen eds, he felt the light sprinkle of what would soon be another down pour. It was projected to rain through the night, harsh thunder storms with possible power outages predicted to begin in the next couple of hours. He quickly jogged to the front door, inserting the key before stumbling inside and tossing his backpack to the floor.

“Finally.” He sighed to himself, his body going limp as he collapsed against the couch.

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make it right.

The sheets against your back are familiar. The smell of his apartment, the paint on his walls. Even the way he feels is so fucking familiar. So thick and hot as he sinks deep inside your cunt.

“Baby, fuck,” he groans, “I love it. Always want it.”

His voice is thick, rough despite the gentle way he grips your thighs. It’s been too long since he felt you. Since he last had you wet and quivering in his arms. Since he felt your tongue warm in his mouth and your delicate hands on his skin. He doesn’t care that he’s vulnerable like this. That he’s opening himself to heartbreak even worse than the last time. He needs you to hear him, feel him, see him as he bares his soul.

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— BUZZED, 1 (m.)

pairing; taehyung/reader genre; f2l au, smut words; 6,848 rating; explicit

— synopsis; maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

contents; sex toys, multiple orgasms, tipsy taehyung, fingering, dirty talk, phone sex (sort of), dom!taehyung, oral (f receiving).

— chapters; one | two

You stared at your laptop’s screen, gnawing on your bottom lip as you debated whether or not to purchase the item on the page.

Utimi Upgraded Silicone 10 Speed Vibrator. $19.78 + free shipping.

You crossed your ankles and tapped your fingers against the desk you were seated at, still mulling over this decision. Did you really want to spend almost $20 on a vibrator when your hand could clearly do the trick?

It started a few nights ago, when you’d gone over to your friend’s apartment for a wine night. A few of your close friends had gotten tipsy, and eventually—somehow—the conversation had dipped into sex. The friends hosting the get together gushed about how amazing their boyfriends were in bed, and you sat quietly while listening to a few others pipe up about their partners’ unsatisfactory performance.

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here they are

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (unnamed oc) genre: friends to lovers + slice of life au | drama, romance, theme of intimacy issues wc: 1,931 description: Somehow years and years of clinging to each other’s sides, using each other as anchors when the world’s unrelenting waves tested them and their limits, and staying afloat simply by these methods have led them to this. A point in which feelings come into play and former lovers and once bright flames mean nothing more than afterthoughts in the grand scheme of her and Jungkook. author’s note: a lot of my own personal feelings went into this. it’s my first official piece (aside from that chanyeol thing I’ve been trying to figure out) so woo! dedicating to my girl @tendershepherd because she’s the bee’s knees and I just feel like it.

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jealousy

→scenario: You see your boyfriend Jungkook flirting with someone else, so you try to show him how it feels… and he doesn’t like it one bit.

→genre: smut/angst

→word count: 4,050

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baby love me lights out

notes: i haven’t posted a reaction/scenario in so long, my apologies, loves. parts of this are reworked from an old blog of mine, unrelated to bts. i deleted it some months ago, but if you happened to have stumbled upon it with different characters before, it was most likely me lol

side note: inspired by the thirty kisses challenge (that i will not be completing) and the song xo by beyoncé

disclaimer: blanket disclaimer

KIM SEOKJIN ◦ [cr.] downward kiss: starting at the ear, gently kiss down along your partner’s jaw to their neck or collarbone.

“I have to—ah—I have to clock in in an hour, Jin.”

He hums, but pays your words no mind and continues to litter your neck with kisses. You stop trying to push him off with a sigh. Fine, you’ll give him a couple more seconds.

Five seconds turn into ten, ten into sixty, thirty into too many before you realize you’ll have to stand on a packed bus if Seokjin doesn’t quit it and get off of you. You try to push him off again, and much to your surprise, he obeys this time. But, as always with Jin, there’s a price to be paid for his compliance.

He seems to glow when he’s looking down at you. He looks a little too good for someone who has just woken up, he looks like an angel, and he fucking knows it, too. That’s why gives you an evil smile before what comes next.

He goes for your right side, lets his bangs tangle with your hair before pressing a chilling kiss to your earlobe, “I’ll drive you to work today, baby.”

He continues trailing soft and wet kisses down your jaw, “I’ll even buy you coffee from that place you like so much,” he continues his torment, making your skin crawl, and your body too hot for eight in the morning, “All you have to do is stay here a little longer.“

Jin presses a single kiss on your lips. It’s not like the others; it’s not short, not chaste—it’s tongue and teeth and deep and hot and hot and hot. When he pulls away he looks more like the devil than the angel you swear you saw seconds ago.

“You in, baby?”

MIN YOONGI ◦ [cr.] cheek kiss: the “i really like you kiss”; it can be a kiss between friends, a couple after the first date, between parent and child; a small and sweet gesture to express how you like someone.

Never in a million years would anyone have pinned Min Yoongi as an affectionate drunk. If you had to guess, you’d have said that your roommate would never get wasted on a Saturday night at all, but if he did, he’d probably that drunk guy throwing punches if someone tried to size up his friends.

But he’s not. He blushes, he’s handsy, and he flirts with people.

“You’re very, very—really pretty,” he hiccups with a smile. It’s stupid, gummy, and so beautiful, you can’t help but stare a little longer than you should.

“Let’s get you bed, Yoongi.” You help him take off his boots and his clothes, thankful he decided to wear boxers tonight, and tuck him under the covers. You make sure he’s warm and laying on his side with easy access to a trashcan before you’re at the door, ready to turn the lights off.

“Goodnight, Yoongi,” you say quietly, noticing that already begun to doze off.

“Wait, come ‘ere,” he says too loudly. He shuffles under the covers until his hand peeps out, beckoning you towards him.

Against your better judgement, you walks to his bedside, hovering over him. You also didn’t expect him to be a needy drunk.

“Come ‘ere,” he repeats in slurs. You laugh, “I’m right here, Yoongi.”

He shakes his head, dark locs falling all over his eyes when he rests it back against the pillow. He reaches out his hand, grabs yours and pulls you down so that your face is directly above his.

“No, now you’re here, silly,” the stupid, pretty smile is back as he sloppily pushes his hair out of face. He leans up a bit, just an inch, and presses his lips to your cheek.

“G’night, babe.”

JUNG HOSEOK ◦ [cr.] belly button kiss: a kiss to show appreciation, comfort, or sensuality on your partner’s navel.

Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok, he hears you calling, but he’s too comfortable to do anything about it.

“Hoseok, we’re going to be late if you don’t get up,” you scold from the adjacent bathroom. It’s nearly two in the afternoon as you stand clad in a sports bra and spandex chiding him. When he rolls over again, you walk over and hit him with a pillow, telling him to get up for the umpteenth time.

Hoseok takes up so much damn space on the bed, legs jutting out in opposite directions, a hand extended outwards. You wonder exactly how this going to work in a couple of months if he sleeps like that.

He tosses and turns and throws a fit before finally opening his eyes. From his perspective, you look deceivingly tall and ridiculously beautiful. His eyes trail down to your stomach, a smile forming on his lips as he reaches out to touch.

“You’re starting to show,” are his first words, a single hand splaying over your exposed stomach. The cool silver of his wedding band makes you shiver.

“Don’t remind me,” you roll your eyes, but enjoying the slight tickling sensation on your skin. Hoseok rolls his eyes in return, before sitting up to be face to face with your growing belly.

“I like it,” his words ghost over your navel before warm lips kiss your stomach, “She’s going to be perfect.”

“She?” you question, “What makes you think it’s a she?”

Hoseok simply rises off the bed, the illusion of your height vanishing as he now towers over you, “The maknaes think it’s a boy, so naturally, they have to be wrong.”

He makes you roll your eyes for second time in ninety seconds. He chuckles and smacks your ass before scurrying off to the bathroom, calling to you behind him, “Come on, baby, we’re gonna be late if you don’t get dressed.”

KIM NAMJOON ◦ [cr.] chin kiss: ideal for partners with a noticeable height difference; gently raise your head and place a kiss on your partner’s jawline or chin.

You’ve always been hyper aware of the size difference between you and your boyfriend.

It was one of the best things about him—that somehow his personality perfectly matched his phenotype, that his proportions were perfection. It was fitting for him.

It never bothered you, except when it became a first-hand issue.

Because now you want to kiss him. He looks so happy, so handsome under the glow of the party lights, so sexy in his simple black v-neck and half-rimmed glasses. He looks perfect, and you want to somehow physically seal the moment.

But Namjoon is tall. Much taller than you. So much that even when you wrap your arms around his torso in your new heels, your head only settles below his collarbones, and you couldn’t kiss him if you wanted to.

You tilt your head up, watching Namjoon as he continues to talk with Seokjin, who is also far too tall. You take note of the glimmer in his eyes when the older cracks a joke he can’t help but laugh at, and frown as he moves his mouth to reply to Seokjin. There’s no way you’ll reach all the way up there.

Your eyes flicker to the curve of his jaw. That’s the next best thing, your tipsy brain decides. You stretch your neck as much as you need and place a short, warm kiss on his jaw, before nestling your head back into his chest.

Both boys look down at your lidded eyes and increasing grip on Namjoon’s waist. He chuckles and squeezes you back, “I think I gotta take this one home, Jin.”

PARK JIMIN ◦ [cr.] shoulder kiss: come from behind, embrace your partner and kiss the top of their shoulder; a sensual, loving kiss.

He’s late.

It’s 6:30 and Jimin was supposed to meet you at the theater half and hour ago, and he’s late. And he’s not picking up his phone or answering you’re texts, so you left standing around awkwardly waiting for him to show up.

You press the home button on your phone again, sighing as another minute rolls past. You think to send him another text, or maybe give Taehyung a call, but your thoughts are stopped when you feel two arms wrap around you from behind.

You’re stiff for a moment, panicked, but the feel of Jimin’s soft hair and his sigh are all too familiar. Jimin makes himself comfortable in the crook of your neck, pouting visibly when you don’t return his affection.

“You’re late and you didn’t answer my calls,” you say instead, not even wrapping your hands around Jimin’s arms.

“I know,” he ghosts onto your neck, holding you a bit tighter, “My phone died, ‘m sorry, baby.”

“Well, I don’t forgive you,” you huff childishly trying to cross your arms as best you can in the cage Jimin has built around you—how many times have you told this boy to plug his phone in before going to practice?

Jimin giggles, hugs you a little tighter and dips his head lower, letting his pillow lips kiss your shoulder. He does it once, twice, three times, before resting his head there again, “What about now?”

You hum, turning in his arms so that you’re face to face with him, “Mm, almost. Buy the popcorn and you’ll be scotch free.”

KIM TAEHYUNG ◦ [cr.] forehead kiss: this kind of kiss can either be a gesture of friendship or comfort or one that is given at the start of a romantic relationship; often referred to as the “motherly” kiss or “just friends kiss.” whatever it be the case, it implies that you really love this person.

When Kim Taehyung holds his baby girls for the first time, he decides that ten is his new favorite number. Ten little toes on either of their feet, accompanied by ten tiny fingers curled into soft fists.

But when they both smile back at him, gummy, mismatched, boxy like his own, two quickly surpasses the number ten.

They’re so small and so innocent and so pure and he loves them. He’s held them for a few seconds, maybe a minute at this point, but he loves them, and he swears he’ll protect them at any and every cost.

Because he’s had so many good people protecting him throughout the years. He’s been blessed with six best friends, two understanding parents, and one beautiful spouse.

“I love them so much already,” he whispers, brown eyes never leaving his beautiful babies. Everyone gives him a warm smile, you and Jimin pulling out your phones to snap a picture.

He cradles their heads into his elbows and leans down. His neck hurts, it’s a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn’t care. One of the babies opens her eyes, and through what Taehyung can only assume to be twin telepathy, the other opens hers as well.

He gently kisses both of their foreheads and becomes mesmerized by how the simple action seems to elate the babies. He does it again, and a third time with the sole intentions of seeing their toothless smiles.

Yeah, his new favorite number is officially two, because the best things in life seem to come in pairs.

JEON JUNGKOOK ◦ [cr.] kiss on the hand: hold your partner’s hand with yours and kiss the back of their palm. this is a chivalrous kind of kiss that depicts your likeness and trust for someone.

Jungkook has always struggled with the meaning of the word “home.”

Technically, Busan was his home, but he’d been so stripped of time and memories from his birthplace that it felt more like a comfort zone than a home. He had his parents, his family, people to go back to, but the city was never his to call home, not since he left it.

All things considered then, he guesses that Seoul must be his home. He’d spent the last six or seven years adjusting to the big city life, the business, the flashiness. His members were in Seoul, and he loved them and the city alike, but still Jungkook was reluctant to say it was home.

But here, with you in his arms, he begins to feel differently. Watching the even rise and fall of your chest, feeling your warm hand on his chest, Jungkook begins to think that maybe this what home is.

Maybe home is your hair splayed on the sheets, messy and undone, despite it being three in the afternoon. Maybe home is a hot meal waiting for him after a long day of dance practice. Maybe home is goodnight texts, even when he’s too many miles from home.

Jungkook looks down at you and takes your limp hand into his own, calloused fingers lacing through yours as he raises your joined hands. He brings the back of yours to his lips and lets them linger as he reaffirms his suspicions.

Yeah, home is where you are.