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BTS reactions to catching you reading their NSFW Fanfiction

A/N: Another request from my friend..:3

All the italics denote the fanfic’s parts. Hope you guys like it.

*WARNING! Sexual Content Ahead! Soft Stans, stay away..

Scenario:

Well ofcourse you've been dating for a while but a small portion of your being still can't help but fangirl. Thus,you decide to read some of your boyfriend's NSFW Fanfiction just like you used to in the past.

Their Reactions:

Namjoon

You are surprised by the bell ringing but equally happy that today Namjoon has returned home earlier than usual. You greet him with a hugthe moment you open the door and let him in. While he smiles and leaves to take a bath, you head over to the kitchen to heat-up the food you'd cooked an hour ago.

When Namjoon enters your shared bedroom, he begins stripping off his clothes. He has barely unbuttoned his shirt when he notices your cellphone’s screen and realises that it's left unlocked. Curiosity gets the better of him and he takes a peek.

After shackling your arms and legs to the bed, Namjoon smirks down at you.He waves a blindfold teasingly in front of you before tying it around your eyes so that you are left completely left vulnerable. He then..

Namjoon ends up reading the whole paragraph and then scrolls up to find that it is one of those m-rated‘Idol X Reader’ fanfictions that you were reading when he wasn't home. He shakes his head in amusement and heads back towards the kitchen instead of taking a bath. He surprises you with a back hug and you jump slightly.

“Joonie, I thought you were taking a bath.” You mumble, pulling out a pair of utensils.

“Change of mind..” He says and you notice the teasing tone of his voice. Immediately you crane your head back and quirk your brows at him in confusion.

“Babe, let's bath together. It's been a while since I put soap on you.” He whispers, taking your ear between his teeth as his hands begin roaming your form. A soft moan escapes your lips at the sensations that course through you.

“I'll even blindfold you.” He adds, placing a palm over your eyes.

You gulp at his words and turn around completely to face him, fear of being caught visible in your eyes. “Joon, did you-”

“Y/N..” he says, looking directly at you with a smug smirk on his face, “If there are things”, he pauses and rephrases, “naughty things that you wanna try out, then you only need to ask and you'll receive.”

You simply nod your head, too stunned to say a thing.

Seokjin

You are too busy reading your favourite fanfic about your boyfriend that you fail to notice him, walk out of the kitchen. He smiles when he finds you lying lazily over the couch but his interest peeks when notices you too engulfed with the content on your cellphone. He takes quiet steps towards you and peeks down at the screen from behind you.

When Seokjin said that he loves eating, you didn't realise that he had meantit in such apromiscuous sense. He bends his face andlicks the chocolate off your lips, neck, collarbones and finally heads lower towards your heaving breasts..

“Yah!” he yells out in embarrassment and you flinch at the sudden intrusion, your cellphone slipping out of your dainty fingers and falling on the carpeted floor.

A blush creeps upon your cheeks and you wonder how long he had been here, spying on you. When you look up to meet his gaze, you find his ears heating up by every passing second. His face is a mix of mortification, shock and amusement.

“I never thought you'd be interested in those kinds of things.” He says slightly displeased, “Instead of reading, you could've simply talked to me.”

“Yaah! I get it!” You yell back at him, both too flustered to look at the other in the eyes.

Yoongi

Yoongi isn't much of a social person and likes keeping to himself but when it comes to you, he becomes an entirely different person. He shares with you even the deepest and darkest of his secrets. So this afternoonashe plays a new melody on his piano, he awaits your comments about what you think of it. But when you give no reaction whatsoever even after a minute of his playing, he stops and turns only to find you way too busy with your cellphone. A frown appears on his face for this is the fifth time this week that you've ignored him.

Pushing aside the stool, he walks towards you and as soon as you notice him marching towards you with an annoyed pout, you try to hide the phone behind your back. To your utter dismay, he manages to snatch it out of your hand.

“Yoongi wait-”

He shushes you with a wave of his hand and looks at your phone's screen instead.

Pushing you to the brink of your orgasm, Yoongi stops and smirks down at your heavily breathing form, beads of sweat all over your heated skin. He does this all the time— stimulating you to the point of a release only to leave you right there at the edge. And all you can do is beg desperately for him to give you what you crave so bad..

He locks the cellphone, smirks and inches close to you, faces only a breath apart before capturing your lips in a harsh kiss.You are confused and shocked at first because isn't he supposed to be mad at you for reading something like this? But soon enough, your body begins heating up and you wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the passionate touch of your lips. Unfortunately, he pauses midway and pulls you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

“Let's take this to bed.” He says and lowers his face, his lips moving along your ear as he whispers, “We need to try what you've been reading these days.”

A shudder passes your whole being as you nod your head, too scared to deny his words.

Hoseok

Hoseok loves dancing but every time you show up at his studio,his joy increases tenfold. He makes sure to give his best whenever you are around. Yet today, he is feeling his enthusiasm waning out because of the small, curved object in your hand. You are too lost staring at the screen of your cellphone to pay any heed to his footwork.

He sighs and continues for a while, hoping that you'll eventually close your phone and return to watching him perform. And yet, you fail his expectations. Even after the passing of a few minutes, you don't stop.

Agitated by your behaviour, he stops the music and marches towards the couch that you are seated on and you being too engrossed with your phone, fail to notice this. In one swift motion, he snatches the object of your attention and takes a look at whatever you are doing.

Loud moans escape your swollen lips as Hoseok fucks you right against the walls of the studio. You grab onto him with all your might as he pummels into you..

He stops there and chuckles slightly at what he just read. You chuckle right back albeit awkwardly.

“I’m sorry..I just accidentally found this on the net and decided to check..” You speak defensively.

“Ohh..really?” he says, scratching his cheek, “I thought it's an interesting way to..um..to do it and we should try it sometime.”

“Oh.” is all that you can reply in shock.

Jimin

You know that it's already been long since you started dating Park Jimin and that it is too fangirl-ish of you to be still reading fanfiction about him but you can't help yourself. So as your sweet boyfriend is busy practicing his dance moves for the upcoming performance, you sit down on the plush mattresses of your shared bed to enjoy some reading time in seclusion. Your breath hitches at every word that you read and soon you are too lost to even notice the clicking open of the bedroom's door.

Jimin slowly moves his palm along your waist, his fingers finally disappearing beneath the fabric of your panties.

“Please Daddy..” You mumble and that is all it takes for the man to ravage you like the wolf that he is..

Suddenly you feel the presence of your boyfriend's hard chest right behind your back but you dare not look back for you are far too embarrassed. Has he seen what you are reading? Is this the reason behind his silence?

A moment later his hand reaches out and falls upon the curve of your waist from where it glides torturously slowly down south, fingers sliding under the thin fabric of your panties, rubbing your already wet core. He smiles triumphantly when you gasp not just because of his act but also because of the fact that he'sre-enacted the whole scenario that you had been reading. He stops massaging your throbbing clit after a while, resting his head atop your shoulder as he murmurs, “What's the magic word, Princess?”

Your eyes widen slightly when you realise that he isn't actually looking at you but is skimming his gaze over the next few lines of the fanfiction. It's surprising yet equally arousing that he plans on doing exactly what you've been reading just by the use of one line and so you say it, “Please Daddy.”

He smiles evilly before taking your phone and throwing it to the side table. You gasp again when he pushes you flat against the mattress, his hand never leaving your folds. Pumping roughly into your dripping opening, he bites onto your neck and whispers huskily, “You reading such dirty things makes me want to punish you..”

“Then do it.” You offer, glad that he isn't angry about you reading your own boyfriend's fanfictions.

He smirks, “As you wish, babygirl.”and begins kissing along your nape.

Taehyung

When Taehyungshutshis computer to join you at the balcony where you usually setup your canvas for painting, he feels disappointed and confused to not find you there. Looking around the place a bit, he finds you snuggled up on the large sofa, completely consumed by something on your cellphone’s screen.

He smiles at how cute you look wearing nothing but his grey hoodie over your panties. With nimble steps, he reaches behind you in order to give you a scare but then his eyes catch something on your phone's screen..eh hem..not exactly something but his own name. Curiously he begins reading whatever has taken up your interest.

Taehyung forces your cuffed wrists above your head before biting down on your bottom lip, his hands working simultaneously to free your beautiful body of the clothes that have been concealing it. He knows that you love being dominated like this and starts massaging your milky thighs..

“Tae, I can explain..” You mumble out nervously.

To your immense horror, he scowls at you and snatches away your phone. Pressing the lock button, he throws it to the table and plops down on the sofa right next to you.

“Tae liste-”

You aren't spared any moments to justify your actions as he pushes you into his lap, his hardening member pressing against your thigh. He wastes no time in removing the large hoodie from your small frame and gazes directly at you.

“Y/N”, he says in his deep, hoarse voice, “if there are things you want”, he unbuckles his belt and ties it harshly around your thin wrists, “then you can simply ask instead of keeping to yourself about all these fantasies.” He whispers the last bit into your ear, his lips trailing along your face until they find yours and he bites into your bottom lip. Hard. Just like the fanfiction.

You mewl and blush madly when you realise that you're in for a reckoning..

Jungkook

The minute Jungkook walks out of the personal gymnasium at your house, he finds you lost within your cellphone. He smirks as an idea pops into his brain and takes silent steps towards you.

As he is taller than you by several inches, it's easy for him to look down and check what you are doing.

You breath heavily every time Jungkook’s hand lingers across your skin. Even the slightest of his touches to your core, makes you shudder and pine for more.

“You want more, don't you?” He asks, stroking your breasts and you nod like an obedient child.

“Then beg for it.” He commands and you do likewise.

His eyes widen and cheeks tint a light shade of pink when realises what you are reading. However, his smirk returns a minute later as he grabs the phone out of your hand and teasingly flashes it in front of your face.

“Kookie, give it back!” You demand.

He snickers at you. He had always known that you loved exploring new things every once in a while. What he hadn't thought is that you had meant those words in every possible sense.

“Kookie!” You whine again.

“Beg for it.” He quotes the exact words he had said in the fanfiction and your eyes widen in horror.

He has actually read it.

The colour drains from your face and you lower your gaze in embarrassment, licking your lips anxiously.

“You really want this, don't you?” He asks in a serious tone but all you can do is stare at his bare chest and the perfectly-defined abs. Your gaze darkens and you look away shyly.

He puts your phone into his pocket as he approaches you, his arms coming down to rest at your hips. “Come on Y/N, beg for it.”

A/N: I really need some holy water right now O_O

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For all of you who've sent me prompts/requests, fret not. I'll get to all of them. It's just that my exams have begun and I'm busy studying. I'll post all the requested fics as soon as I can. Love Y'all ♡

Hewwo :3 Can I request a sad imagine where Tae's girlfriend's father has died recently and she secludes herself completly from him or any direct communication from others? Being the type of girl who always suppress her feelings and keep her emotions accumulated, she finally break down in his embrace during a panic attack. Stay hydrated and always remember that your beautiful sweetheart 💖 THANK YOU 😘😘

A/N: Thank you for your kind words ♥

It’s not exactly what you had requested but I still hope you enjoy reading this..:3

Title:Share the Pain

Pairing:Taehyung X Reader

Summary:After your father’s unexpected death, you isolate yourself from the world dueto your sorrow but you fail to notice that by doing this, you are hurting yourboyfriend too.

Genre:K+

Words: 1.8k

You walk into the bathroom, rubbing at thewetness in your eyes with your already tear-moist palms. As you look up to havea glimpse at your reflection in the mirror, you yourself feel shocked, unableto recognize the person staring back at you. Well..with these lifeless,bloodshot eyes, running nose and chapped lips resting over an equally paleface, no one is going to be able to recognize you. And you blame it on the God.Of all the people in this whole wide world, why are only you chosen to suffer?Why has only your father been taken away from you? It’s utterly unfair. You arestill too young to lose him.

You open the water tap at the basin andsplash cold water over your dead face. You have loved both your parents equallybut it’s obvious that you have always been your daddy’s lil princess. Soofcourse, it’s extremely hard for you to accept the fact that he is actually gonefrom your life forever.

Walking back to your bedroom as you wipeyour face dry, your eyes fall upon the small, vibrating object in one corner ofthe room— your cellphone. It has been three days since the funeral..three dayssince you contacted anyone. You still remember how you had run back to yoursmall apartment after the ceremony was over and thrown your phone in that exactsame spot where it is lying right now. You watch it buzz for the sixteenth timetoday, a caller id on display and finally head towards the abandoned object.

The call disconnects just as you pick upyour cellphone from the floor. You unlock the phone and stare at the incredibleamount of missed calls that you’ve received in these past three days from amixture of your family, friends and boyfriend. There are a total of 249 calls, morethan hundred of them being from your boyfriend alone. It’s not that he is obsessiveor anything, he is simply concerned about you. And why wouldn’t he be? You’venot spoken a word to even a single soul ever since your father’s death.Usuallyyou would’ve smiled at him worrying, smiled because of his cuteness but nottoday. Silence and solitude are your preferred companions in such grievoustimes.Your father’s departure has created a void in your heart..an emptiness thatyou are unable to fill or cope with. You feel so lost that even your lover’sconcern doesn’t move you.

A moment passes with you staring at these missedcalls and your boyfriend’s name over each one of them. Instead of pressing thecall icon, you scroll along to check the latest caller. To your surprise, it’snot from your beloved boyfriend but his best friend. It’s weird because herarely calls you. With bare interest, you continue to scroll around finding acouple of voicemails, the latest one also being from your man’s best friend.You tap to play the message and it begins in a hushed tone.

“Hey!Y/N..it’s me, Park Jimin. I know you know that it’s weird because I hardly evercall you but this..this is serious. Y/N..it’s-it’s about Taetae. He’s noteating. He’s not sleeping. He’s been like this ever since your father-well youget it. He’s not even speaking to us. And I’m worried sick!”

The mail ends. Taking in a long breath, youplay the next one.

“Y/Nwhere are you? Tae said you aren’t taking his calls. God! Please respond tohim. Please! He acts all strong in front of me but I know just how scared he isright now..Look I don’t believe in many things, especially not things like truelove. But what I do believe in is..Taehyungie and You. Damn you guys! You areso perfect for each other that it makes me want to puke. But at the sametime..I admire it. I admire what you two share. And I’d hate it if you two losethis. So please..for my sake, for the sake of my beliefs, talk to him. Talk andtell him that you still cherish him because I can’t stay another day like this,watching him slumped in one corner, pining over you..”

The message ends with a desperate sigh fromJimin’s end and you find ten more unread voicemails from him. Yet instead ofdoing what the guy has requested you to, you toss the phone on your bed,yourself plopping down into the plush mattresses and closing your eyes.

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You open your eyes at the sensation of yourcellphone buzzing near your face. Blinking your eyes a few times to adjust tothe dimness of your room, you sit up on the bed and look out the window. Thesun is already descending below the horizon. A sense of numbness courses throughyour whole being, a horrid tightness clutching at your throat. The sorrow hasnow turned into this feeling of nothingness where you are unable to experienceany emotion. The whole room looks like it has doubled in size, intimidating you,making you cower in paranoia.

A loud, banging noise rouses you out fromyour frightful state and you realize that someone is desperately knocking atyour door. Your eyes flicker at the glowing screen of your cellphone but beforeyou can even check the name of the caller, the banging gets harsher.

“Jagi-ah, please open the door!”

It’s the deep voice that belongs to noneother than your boyfriend of one year— Kim Taehyung. Your eyes widen slightlyand you look at your cellphone to find that he is the one calling you andknocking simultaneously.Fragments of Jimin’s voicemails begin ringing in yourears.

“Y/N..”

“PleaseY/N..”

“Idon’t believe in true love..”

“Heis acting strong but I know he is scared!”

“Pleaserespond to him!”

“Ibelieve in Taehyungie and You.”

“Y/N..”

“Y/N..”

“Y/N..”

You crouch onto the floor, holding yourhead between your palms as the whole room..no your vision begins spinning anddizzying. A strong ache arises in your forehead, the image of your father’slast breath flashing before your eyes along with Jimin’s words echoing in yourmind. Engulfed by fear and hopelessness, you move your fingers into your hair,pulling at the ends to ease some tension. A pained screech leaves yourshuddering lips as fresh tears brim your tightly-shut eyes.

“Y/N! Jagi!” You hear someone calling andit takes you a few moments to distinguish it from the voices in your head.Taehyung. It’s him! It’s your boyfriend.

Your eyes flutter open and you gatherenough strength to walk out of your bedroom. At this point, you are goingcrazy. The numbness is choking you and you want an outlet..a normalcy of somekind. You approach the knob to the main door but just as your fingers curlaround it, you feel afraid. You feel so afraid of him. Afraid about how mad hewill be at you for blocking him out of your life for three long days. Afraidthat he isn’t here to talk but to end this relationship once and for all.Afraid that he is too disgusted to ever see you again.

Your fingers recede from the knob in defeatbut his words stir some hope in your heart “I really love you, I swear!” Heconfesses in a broken sort of tone, “Just please..let me in…”

And this is all it takes for you to run tothe door and ram it open. Immediately your eyes meet his and you notice howdisheveled he looks—his usually fluffy hair is tousled, eyes surrounded bythick, dark circles, lips trembling and whole form slouched. He too takes inyour messed state, takes in how pale you’ve turned, how thin you have becomewithin a short span of just three days. All his emotions unleash and he tacklesyou in a hug, his large form enveloping your smaller one as the two of youtumble to the floor. You feel the numbness fade out of your being, completely pushedout by his warmth.

“I know you are hurting.” He says, breakingthe silence after a few moments, “But you should know that we’re in thistogether. If you are happy, I’m even more. And when you are in pain, I want tofeel it too. So please, from now on let’s always share our pains, okay?” Heasks as softly as he can and you nod your head vigorously. Even after how youtreated him in these days, he is being so kind to you. You don’t deserve this.You don’t deserve his generosity. You don’t deserve him and yet you still wanthim.

He pulls back, tears starting to well both youreyes. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state crumbles you. All your walls comeundone and you begin sobbing hysterically in his arms, shoulders shaking,breath hitching. “Tae” You mumble from your quivering lips, “Tae, I’m so sorry!Please don’t leave me. Please Tae, don’t leave me!-”

He hushes you to a stop, his lips brushingagainst yours in a chaste kiss. “I won’t leave you.” He says and continues inassurance, “I really love you, Y/N. I will never be mad at you or judge you foryour actions. Just make sure you return my feelings.”

You nod your head frantically, “I’m sosorry, Tae. I love you too. I’m so stupid I behaved this way. It’s just..I’m unableto express myself.”

He smiles, wiping your face clean with hispalms and then wipes his own tears away. In this very moment, you come tounderstand exactly how much serious Jimin had been when he had said that Tae wasworried about you. You realize that this man right here will never leave youfor something like this. But this means that you need to try and change yourselffor him as well.

You wipe your reddening nose and look intohis eyes sincerely, “Taehyung-ah, I promise I will try to be more open about myfeelings from now on.”

His lips motion to form his signaturebox-smile and he pulls you into another hug, stroking your back to relax you. “Thankyou, Jagi-ah.”

You encircle your arms around him, buryingyour face in his chest, your teary face wetting his shirt.The comfortablesilence is broken by the synchronized grumbling of your stomachs. He chucklesat this and you smile sheepishly.

“Guess we both need to eat something andthen..if you want to..we can talk about your father, okay?” He suggests sweetlyand you hum in agreement, pecking his lips as you both get up from the floor.

“Um..Tae?” You speak-up, “Make sure youtalk to Jimin as well.”

It merely takes him a second to understandthat his cute, best-friend must’ve called you. “Ah, I will.”

For some unknown reason, you halt at thekitchen and jump back into his arms to which he responds equally eagerly,kissing you all over your face.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you too.” He whispers back.

A/N: Too Angsty? Too Cheesy? Well, I tried.

I hope you liked it. And I hope you’ll request more fics in the future..:3

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Yeah..lying here in bed, thinking about my life decisions..

anyone else fucking LOVE BEING IN BED???