Hei, May I Ask Chan Whos Obsessed With Giving You Hickeys?

Hei, may I ask Chan who’s obsessed with giving you hickeys?🙏🏻❤️

This ask was made so long ago, I'm not even sure if you still want it to be answered lmao. But that's me, I'm probably the slowest writer in the world. Not sure if this is what you wanted but this is what I came up with 😭 hope you like it, though.

My bestie @baby-yongbok wrote something in this format and I liked it, so I kinda tried it on here hehe

Chan has been obsessed with you since the first time he laid eyes on you. The way your skin looks so soft, so beautiful, he just wants to mark you.

Chan sneaks looks at you every chance he gets and when you dress on something with a low cleavage he just goes crazy with the thought of sucking on your skin.

Chan cages you against the kitchen counter one day, hands gripping the wood with his hands on each side of your body. He smirks when you stare at him with huge doe eyes, not really trying to get away.

Chan gets closer, leaning his face so close to yours that your lips almost touch. He brushes his lips on yours, trailing down till his are right on your neck.

Chan hears you murmur "Fuck", trembling as soon as his lips meets your skin. He lands a kiss in there, forming an "O" with his mouth and sucking on your neck.

Chan has awakened something inside of him now, the way you gasp feeling his lips on your skin, the way your hands go right into his shoulders, digging the skin with your nails, the way the purple-ish tone shows up slowly. It all just makes him go crazy right then and there.

Chan can't control himself after that, when you're close to him your scent just pulls him in and his mouth starts to move on its own. He unconsciously trails wet kisses down your neck, feeling the sweetness of your skin.

Chan just listens to his desires, It's natural to him to just bite you, feeling your cold skin warming up on his lips.

Chan doesn't think It's just a question of loving the feeling of you squirming beneath him every time he gives you a hickey, it's the fact that he's marking you.

Chan loves to see the red marks turning purple and them fading away in bluish traces of his love bites on you. He loves to see you walking around covered in them, he loves when people notice it and joke about it with you, he loves to make new ones over the ones that are disappearing.

Chan loves when you argue with him because you have to wear turtle neck shirts or scarves to work to cover his feats, teasing you about not wanting to show that you have a territorial boyfriend.

Chan just wants everyone to know you already have someone, that you're his.

Hello, I'm herr again to ask for your help !

Do you know some BTS x Reader (poly x reader// one/any member x reader ) with the "reader is a youtuber, a vlogger, a blogger, work on social media..." can be oneshot or Series, van be social media au or not, can be smut/fluff.

Thanks again for your help 😁

Amazing one as usual !!

waiting game → jjk

– fic type: social media au

– pairing: jungkook x reader

– genre: soulmates au, ex-friends to lovers, humor, crack, fluff, angst, slow burn

– warnings: explicit language, characters are still idiots (what’s new)

– status: ongoing

– updates: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, 10 PM KST/9AM ET

sm permanent taglist: @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​ @gaeguuliii​ @justbangtanthingz​ @maknaechu

SYNOPSIS

in a world where everyone finds a unique connection to their soulmate once they turn of age, y/n can’t seem to figure out her clue. after desperately staying up all night to find one, y/n decides to rest and write down her list of groceries on her arm, ultimately giving up on finding a clue along with the whole idea of soulmates. that is, until jungkook wakes up to a whole list of poorly written ingredients scribbled all over his own arm.

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character profiles

prologue (teaser)

one | don’t forget the eggs

two | here lies this conversation

three | when he???

four | spin the wheel

five | no backing out

six | still have a soft spot

seven | so u wanna go places

eight | in a friendly platonic way

nine | sweetie pls stop lying

ten | sucks on u for unfollowing

eleven | the power of jungkook’s mouth

twelve | you outshine shrek

thirteen | swedish or shiatsu

fourteen | caught in 4K

fifteen | make your own destiny

sixteen | do you wanna eat ramen with me

seventeen | defective flynn and mean rapunzel

eighteen | ✏️ back to square one

nineteen | something stupid

twenty | always going to be you

twenty-one | give him a chance

twenty-two | a long wait

twenty-three | return from the war

twenty-four | missing: jeon jungkook

twenty-five | flamin’ hot girlfriend

twenty-six | ditching soulmates

twenty-seven | sept. 3, 2021

↣ all rights reserved © 2021 tteokggukk. please do not repost. translations/modifications are not allowed.

That was so amazing !!

bread cheeks → kth

✳ fic type: social media au

✳ pairing: taehyung x reader

✳ genre: enemies to lovers, college au, crack, fluff, humor, lighthearted (i prOMISE)

✳ warnings: explicit language

✳ status: completed

✳ updates: Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 10 PM KST/9AM ET

SYNOPSIS:

kim taehyung is so painfully cliché. popular, godly looks, a casanova reputation, and yet adored by everyone. everyone but you, of course. he knew your secret and it allowed him to constantly have his way with you. with your banter-laced exchanges, everyone knew you two did not get along. but what happens when you find out that this “bad boy” is secretly a cinnamon roll? even better, a bad boy who bakes them.

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reader & friends’ profiles

taehyung & friends’ profiles

🍞 prologue

🍞 one | sweet of you

🍞 two | if you wanna be my lover

🍞 three | interesting

🍞 four | maid kink

🍞 five | vitamin d

🍞 six | oh how the turntables

🍞 seven | bread cheeks

🍞 eight | make a group chat

🍞 nine | car texts

🍞 ten | operation namjoon

🍞 eleven | he has a what??

🍞 twelve | i don’t need a man

🍞 thirteen | cinnamon rolls

🍞 fourteen | it’s not a date

🍞 fifteen | never gonna happen

🍞 sixteen | chaotic

🍞 seventeen | burnt cookies

🍞 eighteen | what is this feeling

🍞 nineteen | another set-up

🍞 twenty | just date already

🍞 twenty-one | jungkook holmes

🍞 twenty-two | beloved celine shirt

🍞 twenty-three | a big deal

🍞 twenty-four | crush behavior

🍞 twenty-five | because???

🍞 twenty-six | time to shine

🍞 twenty-seven | perfect (lab) partner

🍞 twenty-eight | flours for you

🍞 twenty-nine | just a pawn

🍞 thirty | tagging you

🍞 thirty-one | leave them alone

🍞 thirty-two | trapping you with me

🍞 thirty-three | secrets

🍞 thirty-four | nervous wreck

🍞 thirty-five | neither have confirmed

🍞 thirty-six | what happened in ninth grade

🍞 thirty-seven | baked you a cake

🍞 epilogue

a/n: hellOOO IT’S FINALLY HEREEE a taehyung sm au I’ve been working on!! i’m in love w taehyung’s bread cheeks and it inspired me to make this au. if you’ve read (or if you’re currently) reading fan identity, i promise this’ll be more lighthearted w much less drama (but the crackhead idiot characters remain) HAHA hope you enjoy!!

That was an Amazing fic !!!

kinda hot | kth sm au

banner by @dee-ehn​

🖇 synopsis:

— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: jikook, (semi-established) namjin

genre: best friends to lovers. college au. smut, fluff and the tiniest dash of angst.

warnings/disclaimesr: yn is that girl best friend… and taehyung is not the best boyfriend, hobi’s lowkey a fboi… but there’s always room for growth!

*there are a ton of group chats, try and keep up!:

😈: yn. jimin. yoongi. joon.

💉🤌🏼: jimin. taehyung. jungkook. yn.

🎮: jin. hoseok. jungkook. taehyung.

⛈️: yoongi. taehyung. joon.

🦀: jungkook. hoseok. yn. joon.

🍰: everyone but taehyung.

status: completed!!

updates: everyday. (please don’t ask!!)

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue: slumber party

character profiles: yns mains

character profiles: taehyungs mains

part one: mortal enemy

part two: skip class

part three: girlfriend tiny

part four: wild-monkey sex

part five: bad boyfriend

part six: barely friends

bonus: new outfit

part seven: lovey dovey

part eight: half naked

part nine: zero complaints

part ten: weirdly defensive

part eleven: uncharted territory (written)

Q&A

part twelve: no big deal (written)

part thirteen: fucking predictable

part fourteen: clean break

bonus: kinda nervous

part fifteen: relationship drama

part sixteen: huge difference

part seventeen: boyfriend material (written)

part eighteen: biggest crush

part nineteen: heavy petting-zoo

part twenty: crazy selfish

part twenty-one: valentines bae

part twenty-two: gets worse (written)

part twenty-three: whatever it takes

time jump: no talking

time jump: spring break

part twenty-four: missed me (written)

part twenty-five: say yes (written)

part twenty-six: the dream (wrtten)

part twenty-seven: deleting numbers

part twenty-eight: extremely sexy

bonus: “feels good, tiny?”

epilogue: first date

epilogue: hot boy

end

liar

pairing: bangchan x f! reader

rating: sfw

tags: sharing a bed, just pure softness, cuddling, best friends to lovers, pining, confessions, tired chan

wc: i'm too lazy to count but idk it's probably 2k 😭(I'm definitely wrong)

your doorbell rings when it's close to midnight, its sound reverberating through every corner of your little apartment. your socked feet carry you from bed to the door on autopilot. you weren't sleeping, but you were nearly there.

you open up your front door and off-white light from the hallway spills shamelessly into your dark living space. Chan stands there, bag slung lazily across his shoulder, eyes droopy with sleep.

"they borrowed my place for a party i don't wanna be at," he declares. "I'm sleeping here."

he walks in without waiting for an answer, wrapping you in a quick, one-armed hug for a greeting on his way. his bag finds its place on your couch. he switches a couple of lamps on here and there and fixes a photo frame on his way to your bathroom with a towel and some clothes in hand.

you kind of like how it's so natural for him to be at your place. like he belongs here. like he could live here.

you wished he would.

you lay back in bed, shifting to a side, leaving the rest of the space for Chan. ever since you first cuddled up with him a few months ago, it became an unspoken rule between you to always sleep cuddled up when alone.

it was one of the best parts of your friendship with him. you could abandon every care in the world when he was around and just be. He was always there- gentle, warm, protective, kind. everything you wished for in a man.

everything you can't have.

it had been weeks since you had gone to bed without thinking of him. even in the face of extreme exhaustion and no contact, Chan never failed to slip into your thoughts. he needed to compensate you for all the nights you couldn't sleep just because he did something adorable during the day and you wouldn't stop thinking about it.

he needed to apologize for every time you accidentally called one of your friends by his name, just because he wouldn't leave your head.

and he needed to desperately make up for nights like these. nights when he would touch you and let you touch him, but never enough. there was always a weighted, invisible boundary you hated with all your guts. a burning line you couldn't cross.

so, over the days, you had learned to make peace with what you got, no matter how little. you had learned to make the most of his arms around you, the firmness of his torso pressed to your back, the warmth of his breathing behind your ear, his occasional sleepy rambling.

sometimes he said your name.

before you knew it, the mattress dips beside you, the familiar scent of Chan's shampoo filling up your senses. you came alive a little.

his arm slips across your middle, pulling you as close as humanly possible into the abyss that was his warmth. you could spend an eternity here without a syllable of protest falling from your lips.

“i don’t have a shirt on, is that okay?” he mumbles into your hair.

more than okay, you wanted to say but for the sake of the friendship you had spent years building, you resorted to a small hum. he usually slept barely clothed, but when with you, he always asked. he made sure never to cross any lines. he was cautious, reserved. too far.

“is everything okay?” you ask. “you usually do not turn down a chance to party.”

you feel him move behind you, long fingers fiddling with the thin fabric of your t-shirt. he yawns like a puppy.

“i’d had a busy day,” he begins. “i needed some sleep and you know how bad i am at getting to sleep alone...”

his knuckle accidentally brushes your navel. you shiver.

“…besides you weren’t there. i’ve missed having you around y/n, now that i see it.”

your skin flushes hot, lips involuntarily swelling into a smile. you turn your face into your pillow, determined to bury your happiness into the fluff.

“i’ve missed you too,” you confess.

his blunt nails graze against your flesh again, and you wonder how much of it was accidental anymore. could Chan tell? did he know how down bad you were for him?

“liar,” he whispers, squeezing your body lightly into his own.

he liked to do that, you had noticed. almost as if finding a way to inch closer, as if making up for the fact that there would always be some molecular distance between you no matter what.

or maybe you were just reading too much into it.

you place a hand over his own, fingertips drawing subtle lines into his pale skin, tracing the veins you stared at shamelessly in broad daylight.

“you really think i’d lie to you?”

“you wouldn’t?” he asks.

you turned around, facing him. your hand settles on his bare chest. you could feel his heart beat beneath your touch.

“no,” you confirm. “never.”

he smiles, his hair getting into his eyes as he puts his forehead against yours.

“okayyy,” he giggles. “tell me something then, since you claim to not lie.”

your heart picks up pace, hammering beneath your chest, and you were half afraid Chan might hear it. you swallow thickly, a small lump forming in your throat.

“yeah?”

his gaze wraps over you like a veil, clouding everything else just enough that he is all you can see.

"do you like me?" he whispers.

the question drops in your heart and sinks into your gut. you've been caught, red-handed. but you were so careful, so vigilant, looking but never for too long, complimenting him but being careful not to flirt, telling him you love him when he needed to hear it but taking care to conceal the love you felt.

you want to play it cool. you're scared of how it's going to go.

"duh," you say. "of course i like you, why else would we be friends?"

he clicks his tongue, a soft laugh escaping his lips. he drops a light kiss on your forehead and you sigh.

"you're not that naive," he states. "come on, I'll wait for you."

you feel your cheeks heat up. it gets harder by the second to stay still, not with chan's fingers rubbing warmth into your back, his face so close you could steal a kiss. he was no fool. he never had been. who did you think you were hiding from?

"i..." you begin, your mouth drying up. "yeah."

you feel his marble fingers slip under your chin. pressure, soft but commanding, forced you to look at him.

"you what, sweetheart?"

the endearment sent you spiraling. you squeeze his muscled shoulder, fingers digging into flesh.

"don't be an ass," you say. "i'm not gonna say it."

he chuckles. you watch his gaze move across your face, settle on your lips, and then back to your eyes again. you didn't want to think ahead of yourself.

you didn't want to break your heart.

he leaned in, his arm circling around your waist, his mouth leaving a soft kiss to your temple. you could die like this and it wouldn't be so bad.

"please," he whispers. "you said you'd be honest."

and who were you to turn down chan with his gentle voice and sturdy hands and body warmth and huge heart and ---? you could go on forever.

you grind your teeth together unconsciously, draw in a deep breath, and sigh. he knows you're giving in.

"i do like you," you admit finally. "so much more than a friend."

his palm slides up your back and finds your hair, long fingers gripping them and pulling you in. he smiles when he kisses you- mouth tasting of cinnamon and longing and want.

"fucking finally," he breathes. "you've got no idea how long i've waited for this."

you melt into a caramel puddle in his hands. you lean in again, pressing your lips onto his like he'd disappear, like this is all you've got.

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