I Imagine Seokjin As The Kind Of Boyfriend Who Takes Your Perfume And Sprays It On Some Sort Of Paper

I imagine Seokjin as the kind of boyfriend who takes your perfume and sprays it on some sort of paper and stick it in his wallet or in his phone cover, so he can take it out and smell it whenever he misses you

Black Keys and White Snow

Merry Christmas!!!

Word count: 1032 words.

For: @sparkljimin

A/n: So like, I am not good at writing long fics so I hope this is enjoyable enough for you. I just realised it’s very hard to write holiday fics for me… I hope you like it! :3

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Your hands are busy placing the little round crystal ornaments on the tree in the living room. Outside, soft snow flutters down to the roads. Yoongi is seated in the corner by the brown piano playing Christmas tunes. You hum along with a bright smile.

Yoongi would help you with the decorations but his but sticks to the bench and he would much rather be playing music. Tune after tune, his fingers glide across ivory keys. The melodies fill the air.

Words do not have to pass either of you. There are other things that fill the space between the both of you. The company is fine. The thermostat is on a comfortable warm temperature. The smiles on your faces enough. It feels perfect.

The feeling to have him there in the same room with you this holiday season is a blessing. He has been cooped up at work and staying over in his studio. You are glad that he has taken time off his work to spend time with you, even better to recuperate from the stress of work.

A Christmas song finishes and you hear Yoongi sigh. Your hands are still arranging tinsel on the branches. Yoongi presses on a key. The note rings in the living room. When it reaches to a soft tone, he presses another. He strings the notes together, slowly increasing the tempo.

Your eyes turn to look at him. A smile is in his eyes. His head is lightly bouncing in tempo of his playing. The lower chords join in. The fast-paced movements of his fingers are mesmerizing even though you are still decorating. There is a curl of his lip.

His hand is fluid as he creates the melody to life. His back is straight and confident. The song runs through his body. He has no intention of stopping until the last note.

You have a smile on too. You are glad he is having fun with his passion. His finger presses on the last note. His eyes leave the ivory keys, feeling your stare on him.

“What?”

“Show off.” You scoff in tease.

“But you liked it.” His smile is smug and comfortable on his face.

You roll your eyes. “I’d really like it if you’d help me with the decorations. Or maybe go back to happier Christmas songs.”

Yoongi whines a little but already has a hand hovering over the keys. “Pop music is kinda boring ya know.”

“I believe in you. You could probably make it a little spicier for yourself Mr Genius man.”

Your hand reaches into the box you stored your ornaments. You rustle the contents trying to find the one last thing that would complete the tree. Your hands cannot seem to find the points of the star for your tree. Rummaging, you realise that your star is missing. There is no angel for you to place too.

That will not do. Time is still on your side. You can get a star from the mall just down the street to finish it off.

Yoongi notices you grabbing your scarf and running around. His fingers curve into a different chord. A familiar tune begins to play the moment your feet step out of the living room; Baby it’s cold outside.

“Oh, don’t you dare.” You see his face growing into a gummy smile. “You know that song is a little questionable.”

“It was the forties. Besides, where are you going? Come and sit with me Tillie.”

His hand taps the space he made next to himself on the piano bench. You are tempted but the empty space on the tree gives you a pout on the lips.

“I got to go get a star for the tree.”

“Does it have to be a star?”

Your arms fold into each other. Yoongi is not a festive person, that much you know. His head is tilted waiting for your answer.

“No, but there should be something there. The tree looks empty without anything on it.”

Yoongi stands and pulls you towards him. He has his arms around you as if you both are about to break out into a slow dance. His forehead leans against yours as he pulls your scarf away. His cute little pout appears.

“But it’s cold outside and I want you here. Let me find something to put on there. Just stay here? Let me play you a song?”

Yoongi slowly tilts his head and lets it fall onto your shoulder. The weight spreads its warmth throughout your body. You had missed this.

“You sure you’ll find something to put at the top of the tree?”

“Yes. I’ll go buy a star myself of I can’t think of something to stick up there. Sit next to me?”

You lean into him. His warmth envelopes you.

“I miss you being right there next to me, Tillie.”

“Alright,” you sigh. “As long as you are sure you will get something on the top of that tree.”

His smile grows. His hand gently takes yours as he guides you over to the bench. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before hovering his hands over the keys.

He begins the song. His eyes close, feeling the song. You lean your head on his shoulder. His fingers stutters when the weight of your head leans on him. His smile is soft, appreciative. He is grateful for you being in his life. The candles that were put up on the table behind you flicker happily at the scene.

As for the star on the tree, Yoongi took some liberties with it. He took out his stash of photos of you and him. He picks a polaroid of you, smiling and in a laughter. His eyes are crinkling with a pride as he pastes it to on the top of the tree the next morning before you wake.

Much better than any angel or star, he thinks to himself. That picture was one of you, a previous Christmas, laughing at him for the less than desired breakfast in bed. Effort counts you guess. He steps back and looks at it while wondering how he can make that second attempt of that breakfast.

I imagine Seokjin is the kind of boyfriend who holds your hand when he drives

Blog Announcement - 2017 Secret Santa Deadline

I shouldve queued this long ago (sorry, its finals week), but the deadline to start submitting the secret santa scenario is this week, guys!

But also, because i was late in announcing this till mid week of the deadline, also, I'm sure some of you have finals too, I'll also give you till next week Thursday 12/21 to submit it. (that’s 12/21 11:59pm PST) Remember to include your title ☺️

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To: @fromthe-seoul - Merry Christmas!!!

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“Oh wow, you are so cold.”  Whatever answer you have is muffled into your boyfriend’s shirt, but the shiver that vibrates against Namjoon’s chest is enough of an answer. It’s a cold, dark, and rainy day conveniently placed under the umbrella of Christmas holidays, so neither of you need to go to work.  A perfect excuse to lay in bed cuddling. Both of you have a marathon of Christmas movies queued up one after the other, a little treat for his princess Lauren, Namjoon said.  But you’re not watching the movie. Instead, you’ve got your head against his chest, pulling on his hoodie and shivering. Taking matters into his own hands, quite literally,  Namjoon attempts to rub heat into your arms and back.  It’s lovely and comforting, how he traces stars into your skin, but it does nothing to chase away the cold seated in your bones. So you flip yourself around and shuffle till your back is against his and shove his arm under your own. Namjoon is laughing, if little Lauren wanted to be the little spoon she could have just asked, but instead of vocalizing the thought he opts for pulling you tighter against his chest.  There needs to be a certain state of relaxation for one to get a boner, and the boner that Namjoon has is a mindless one, just cosiness and warmth that pulls him into a subtle arousal. Your boyfriend is so captivated by the scent of your hair, the dip in your hips on his arm that slings over you, and the rhythm to the rise and falls of your breaths. That is until you wiggle backwards. Whilst Namjoon had been arguably not-so-conscious of the increased blood flow to his “region”, he is fuckin’ aware of that now. There’s a surge of blood that shoots right into his groin, leaving him a little light headed. But you don’t need to know that, everything is perfect (aside from the blue balls that he is most definitely going to get) and he is not about to ruin this moment. Maybe if he just tactfully pries his hips away from you… You’re comfortable underneath the covers, in the cusp of warmth. Suddenly you feel your personal human heater inch slowly and unfairly away from you. Nope, no way you’re letting that happen. You make a forceful shift backwards… …right on Namjoon’s dick.  Shit shit shit, play it off Namjoon, play it off. Maybe he should just lay on his back and pull your head to his chest instead. Nope, that’ll create a visible tent in the blankets.  What Namjoon doesn’t expect is the way you sensually smush your butt on his genitalia.  His dick feels so hot and heavy under your butt, inducing juices in your centre. It’s involuntary, the way you continue grinding down on him. But oh fuuuck, it feels so good.  You’re pushing your hands underneath his shirt, hazily soaking in the groves in his stomach, ripples of muscles that can’t be seen by the naked eye. A part of you is anxious, afraid even, that it’s too much, that he’ll pull away from you, but you’re clouded with desire and you let your hands make the decision. Your boyfriend tenses with your touch, and you can hear a sharp intake as you toy with the waistband of his jeans.  It’s a question, something you can’t quite manage to get out of your throat and Namjoon knows. But he needs to hear you say it, needs to make sure it’s the right question implied.  “Baby, are you okay with this?” Namjoon catches your hand in his own.  “Please, please can I touch you Namjoon?"  Your plea leaves him hot and breathless, whispering ‘fuck’ under his breath before giving a shaky exhale. "Yes, baby. Yes, you c-can.” Namjoon groans deep at the feeling of your hands fluttering over his clothed cock. For reasons he doesn’t fully understand it feels so, so much better than his own hand even over the jeans and it makes him buck forward into your palm. Your hand wraps around the length, pulling downwards. He wants you closer, wants to touch you so badly, so when you lean back into his chest, he immediately grabs your hips and noses your hair, inhaling.

“Can we please turn off your computer? I can’t do this with an 8 year old on the screen.” You're grimacing, pulling off of him. 

On cue, one of the big bad robbers lets out a large scream and tumbles down the stairs in a crash.

“Yep.” Namjoon, with all his strength, launches right to the screen with his long limbs and catches his foot right in the dip at the edge of the bed and falls off, planting a bruise right on his knee.

Once he turns back, he’s greeted by a tug on his shirt, causing him to tumble. Luckily, you and the bed are there to catch him, and you waste no time latching your mouth on his neck. You can’t leave any hickeys as much as you’re dying to, so you settle for dragging your lipstick over the expanse of his neck. You run your tongue, scraping your teeth where you would have otherwise left an imprint, and Namjoon growls at this. His girlfriend can’t bruise him, but Namjoon can most definitely do the opposite, to which he grants you exactly that swerving so fast that his mouth lands on the soft side under your ear and jaw and sucks. Your hands fly right to his hair and run though them, holding on them lightly enough so it doesn’t hurt but just enough so it’s like you’ve got something to grip on. Namjoon works away on your neck, marking his territory, whilst you let one of your hand travel back to his crotch. A firm squeeze has him biting down on your collarbone, and you repay him by pressing the heel of your palm further on his cock. Suddenly his dick twitches right at the jeans and you can’t take it any more, pulling away from his touch to his erection from the confines of his jeans.

Now that his dick has expanded, it is inexplicably more difficult to get his skinny jeans off. You’re pulling his zipper down tentatively, afraid it’s going to snag over his cock, although it just makes him restless, bucking up to meet more friction. It takes restraint, and you can tell he’s trying whilst you’re popping the buttons off. You try and tug both his pants and his boxers in one motion. Of course it doesn’t work, nonetheless, Namjoon takes both sides of his jeans and slides them down so they crumple around his thighs. Letting his erection flop onto his stomach.

“Oh.” That’s a small gasp from your side.

It’s a worry Namjoon has at the back of his head, with his reputation that comes along with his job, fangirls guessing the size of his dick. Extremely high pornstar-like expectations which he definitely cannot fulfil.

“Yeah… It’s a bit…” Small? Not as thick? Disappointing? He doesn’t actually want to hear the end of the sentence, even though he doesn’t have to, doesn’t even get to the end of the sentence because you’ve got your lips on his right now and your hand wrapped around his dick.

It’s returned to a semi from his anxiousness, but he still sighs when you start tugging your loosely fitted fist up and down. Your movements are experienced and confident, getting the blood flowing right where it needs to be. A part of him wonders, out of curiosity, how many people you’ve done this with. However that’s your business, and he’s quick to pry himself out of the thought before it transforms into something bad.

“It’s just that I need to uh, prep for this first.” You say sheepishly.

What with the lack of experience your boyfriend doesn’t really understand your statement. Not until he catches your hand in your pants, that’s when he really really gets it.

The “Oh” that escapes him is as much of an indication causing you to smack your head right into his shoulder. Your hands have stopped whatever they’re doing to curl into his shirt, refusing to budge lest he sees the inferno on your cheeks.

“If that’s okay with you Namsy.”

“O-of course Lauren. Yeah, that’s completely okay with me.” Your boyfriend interjects with maybe a bit too much enthusiasm.

Wow, what a great reply Kim Namjoon. He winces and you laugh, good-natured and awkward, a device Namjoon usually uses to deflect tension. He overlaps your guffaw with his own and stays put standing at the edge of his bed whilst you shuffle backwards on your knees. You flop down onto the pillows hitching your hips up and pulling your sweats down, and it’s only then he reaches forward to lift your hips and tug them down. After tossing them to the side, he glances back to find you, with your top off and one hand in your undies.

Namjoon is too tall to be on the bed the way he is, even when he scoots forward he finds his calves somewhat dangling off the end. Still, it’s okay, it’s more than good when he places his hand on your hipbone. He traces his fingers along your hips then hooks them in the band of your underwear.

“You’re gonna help me slide my panties off?” You find your boyfriend sexy, you really do, but the way he looks at your cotton briefs like it was simultaneously the raunchiest lingerie and a 101 puzzle chastity belt makes you seriously question that predicament.

“Can we not bring up that song? I was eighteen when I wrote that okay.” When he had wayyyyy too much bravado and no idea about anything about the female anatomy.

Now, though Namjoon knows more than nothing, he knows enough to know that he knows close to nothing.

“Maybe I should dim the lights down, baby.”

Your retort has him irritated, yanking your panties down so hard that they scrape and tear off at one leg. The motion in and of itself is swift, but the jut of his chin and the furrow in his brows have you clenching your fingers and your jaw hanging over in a silent exhale. It takes a few seconds for him to actually register, and you soak in his frustration right into your core. When he does realize what he’s done though, a string of apologies tip over his tongue and you stutter through your own words.

“It’s fine! It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s… really hot, actually.”

Hot? An eyebrow quirks upwards and he doesn’t try to conceal the wicked grin that spreads across his face. And you positively blush right under his gaze, giving him exactly the fodder he needs, keep that cocky smirk. A couple memories bounce in his mind, when Jimin teased you about a lewd lyric that Namjoon wrote that couldn’t make the cut, that one time he found your maid costume and the look on your face, and oh god, he want to eat you out while you dust the table, have you under him, that pretty red and pink blooming on your face as you ride him in his studio with his hand on your mouth so you don’t make noises. However, it all dissipates when he turns his focus between your legs.

First, the scent hits him like a punch to the side of his head, smacking all common sense out of him. When his eyes come back into focus, he’s met with two digits pushing in and out the pretty pink of your pussy. Then these sounds, these fucking sound of your whimpers mixing with the sound of your wetness float into his ears in a song better than anything he’s written. Oh god, he can die a happy man right now.

“Joonie? You’re drooling.”

Right on cue, a fat droplet falls in globules onto your thigh. He kinds of wants to lick it off, then move his tongue over to taste your wetness, yet he doesn’t. He stays right there, dumbstruck while you slip your fingers in and out, faster. He doesn’t look up, but if he did, he would have noticed the fondness in your gaze.

“Baby, can I?” He can’t speak, can’t really articulate what he wants to say, what he wants to do.

“Huh?”

“Can I…”  Words die off on his tongue and morph into action.

Namjoon places the pads of his fingertips on your entrance and press into them, rubbing circles just to feel. Juices gush out almost immediately, and he takes that as a cue to spread your pussy lips and push his palm into them, letting his tip of his index finger tap gently at your clit. Your mouth spills out whimpers and whines as you lift your hips towards him. It makes his pride swell (and also his dick), and he realises he’s literally and figuratively got you in the palm of his hand. A++, 5 points to Gryffindor.

“Nammms, ah shit, please stop teasing me.” You whine, thrusting into his hand.

“But I like teasing you.” Namjoon quirks, even though he obliges in your request, because he likes making his girlfriend feel good more than he likes teasing you. Maybe later though, maybe when he knows better he can have you bent over his knee with your wetness dripping down your legs he’ll play with your slit and make you beg for him to push in. For now though, he’s happy to comply.

Your plea hitches in your throat when Namjoon slides between your folds and you shudder at the sensation of his fingers, so much larger and longer than yours reaching places where you couldn’t.

In some cases, no amount of textbooks (Wikipedia and Naver) or visual aids (it’s porn, and he watches pleeeeennnntttyyyy of that) can prepare you for the real thing and Namjoon is slightly taken aback by how soft and warm you feel, nearly sucking his fingers in. Better safe than sorry, he goes at an agonizingly slow pace in fear of hurting his precious girlfriend.

While your sweet, sweet loving boyfriend is not doing a bad job, it doesn’t get you where you need to be. You’ve gathered throughout knowing him, that he’s not that experienced, though that is not a problem at all. You can always teach him.

Namjoon’s a bit surprised when you take his fingers out, but he bites down his worries of inadequacy and lets you take charge. He lets you flip his hand over so his palm is facing the ceiling, inserts them back in, and start pushing his hands at the pace that you want. It doesn’t take any time for him to catch up, and he’s setting a good speed when he inserts another one.  

“Please please please please, Na-amjoon, please I want you in me.”

An evil, evil grin splits across his face as he utters his next words carefully.

“But princess, I am inside you.”

Oh, he knows, he knows what you mean. Still he takes his time relishing in the way you groan and pull your arm across your face. He pries your arm with a firm yet slow grip away from your face. Namjoon needs to know, needs to make sure that you really, actually want this.

“Use your words Lauren.”

“I wa–ah-ah-ant your cock. Please, Namjoon, please, I want your cock inside me. I want you close to me. I want you so much.”

Annnndddd then he remembers he doesn’t have a condom. He didn’t expect this, he honest to god didn’t expect Christmas cuddling to turn into Christmas sex at all, and he’s internally swearing at himself for throwing the condom back at Yoongi after Yoongi tossed them in his direction.

He tells you just that, and this time, you’re the one that springs out of bed and gets your shin knocked against the cupboard. Trying to ignore the pain, you pull out your box of sex stuff and hurry back to the bed. As you dump all the contents, your now shirtless boyfriend reaches to coo and rub at the injury.

Everything goes without a hitch from here, is a goddamn lie sold by movies when Namjoon has ripped the condom packet too hard and caused it to roll off the bed for a second time. It’s funny but not off putting, and you end up stroking him and working kisses on the expanse of his chest before rolling one on.

Legs open wide, you flop back down eagerly like a good girl. You watch with bated breath while waiting for Namjoon to move. What you’re not expecting is for your boyfriend to pull your bruised shin towards him and place a soft kiss over it. The moment is so loving that you very nearly catch yourself saying those three words that is always a bad idea to say during sex.   Finally he eases in, inch by tortuous inch until he’s completely engulfed by the tight heat of your cunt.

From the proximity, you can feel him shiver above you, barely able to keep himself up. And you’re bracing yourself with an internal chuckle for fear of the moment he’s going to collapse on you.

“Namsy? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he croaks, there’s beads of sweat that line his forehead, “it’s just that I’ve never…”

“Wait, Joonie, you’re a virgin?”

Namjoon takes a glance back down almost unbelievably where your bodies are connected.

“Not anymore apparently.”

The implication of his words don’t hit you at once. Namjoon chuckles, sending vibrations directly to your core and your giggles morph into a moan. But then it does, and your mouth moves before you can really register what you’re saying.

“Oh shitttttttttttttt. Ah I should have guessed.” 

Namjoon laughs, a short string of ha’s to mask his insecurities, however you know him long enough to see that it’s out of self deprecation. And you bring your hand out to catch him before he loses himself.

“Namjoon!” It’s almost startling, the way you shout at him even though he’s literally centimeters away from you, but it catches his attention and masks the sound of your heart beginning to rip apart.

“It’s like, I would have acted differently, like take care of you more…” You trail off in a whimper because you know that they’re going to have the opposite effect.

Namjoon visibly grimaces and really of all the the times you could have fucked up, now? Really? Get your shit together Lauren. Your brain trips and stumbles and falls over your words with too many emotions that all surround love, to which your throat cracks and lets though the words that ring the loudest.

“Namjoon, I don’t want perfect, I just want you.”

Namjoon, has one of these frightening looks taht are both hard and soft at the same time, holding so much emotion that if you reached out and touched his face they’d be vibrating on your hand. It’s something that means something and you can only wait with bated breath. There’s an animal like sound that claws at his chest and it burns into a flame that wraps around your head and claims you. He almost pulls out completely when he moves down to kiss you fully on the lips. Unhurried mellow brushes on your lips as they slowly turn into deep open mouthed kisses that have him growling inside his chest and you running your hands over his sides. You shift your hips in a way that has more of him inside you.

The height difference makes it difficult for him to kiss you, but he tries anyways. It’s nowhere close to perfect. Sometimes his lips catches the tip of your nose, sometimes your teeth graze the bottom of his chin, but it makes the both of you giggle.

You want your own release too, of course you can’t deny what your body wants. But it’s a thought that you easily slot in the back of your mind to focus on him. Obviously, there really isn’t that much you can do in missionary position, but he is substantially taller for you to have room to roll your hips up and down. So you do just that.

“Fuckin hell Lauren,” Namjoon pants, pulling way to look at you “You feel so fucking good, so hot, rolling your hips li-ike thatfor me."  

Your reaction to his words are just as unconscious as the words that flow from his mouth.  The way you squeeze your eyes shut and loll your head to the side with a low sob, is innate and unintentional. But this? Namjoon can’t ignore it if he tried. He doubles down on his words, drunkenly preening affectionate approvals and compliments as he fucks you.

Your gorgeous, gorgeous boyfriend who is trying not to choke on air, won’t stop praising you. He’s got one forearm resting on the side of your head and the other arm reaching downwards to rub your clit in circles.

Even though you reckon it’s not going to take him much to cum, still you ask him to tell you when he’s about to. His reply consists of a fist in your hair and a shaky whisper that he will, but he isn’t going to last much longer.

Maybe it’s your deep-seated desire to just please, maybe it’s your praise kink, or maybe it’s because despite the fact he’s kind of struggling to hold himself upright he still makes the effort to make you feel good; this stirs something in you, forcing you to redouble your efforts, clenching your core in a rhythm that makes his hips stutter.  

"O-oh fuck. Princess, I’m s-so close fuck.” A part of him wants to hold it, to bring his princess to release and then find his own. 

“P-Please,please, please cum inside me. Please Joonie, please cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me so badly.” It’s a bold, fruitless request when you can still feel the texture of rubber in you. Honestly it’s not really his cum filling up your pussy that you want right now, even though the very idea has you whimpering into his hold. It’s the thought of watching him fall apart above you that you need, even more than your own orgasm.  

“Mmmmy, my baby girl’s gonna maa-ake me cum.”

You don’t see him cum, you couldn’t anyways with the height difference and his head buried above you into the mattress. Yet you feel him cum, you feel his cock twitch and harden and his convulsions as he collapses on top of you. It’s so so much more when he whispers stray ‘I love yous’ and broken syllables that sound like your name, and you kiss all the skin you can reach as he fucks you through his orgasm.  

It’s not until you’re sure Namjoon has gone through the aftershocks that you ask him to move because your boyfriend is a very tall man and his chest is at your face and if he doesn’t move you might suffocate.  

Dutifully, you boyfriend quickly obliges. At the very least Namjoon attempts to, falling right back on you when he tries to push himself off. You end up pushing him to roll him onto his side, and you both burst into giggles for the millionth time today.

It’s lovely, looking at him with his front towards the ceiling and his head facing your, and you can’t help but scoot over, wanting to rest your head on his chest.

As soon as you reach you hand over, he pulls you in so that he’s sideways and almost towering over you. The dark lascivious eyes speaks volumes in itself but it doesn’t beat the dripping tone in which Namjoon asks.

“Does my princess want to cum?”

Your stomach is churning again in all the right ways and yet you’ve basically been on edge for most of this night, and you really want to. And the grip that his hands have on your jaw is dangerously close to your neck and it would be so easy, so fucking easy for him to choke you while he brings you to ecstasy. But Namjoon looks so tired and worn out, and he means so, so much more than sex so you just let the words find themselves again.

“If you want to. It’d be nice to cum, but I’m really just happy to rest with you if you’re tired. You came and that’s enough for me.”

The deliciously sinister gaze on your boyfriend’s face melts away into somethings so so soft and tender like he’s looking at heaven’s creation and nothing less. It is too much, and you feel so vulnerable, almost unworthy of such adoration. So you duck your head down to escape his stare. Namjoon’s hold on your face loosens as he tips your head upwards to look at him and 

“I am going to make my princess cum for me.” He says with his lips pressed to your forehead.

Namjoon brings his lips down to your mouth, catching the bottom lip between his teeth and pulling. His tongue just slides right against you when you feel his fingers pry at your cunt and slip right in. Because of fucking course, Kim Namjoon is fucking tall enough to do that. Tall enough to kiss you whilst fingering you silly.

“You’ve been so, so fucking good to me, I want you to cum for me, okay Lauren? Do whatever you need to princess. I’m gonna take care of you now.”

If he just knew more, he would have loved to reward you, spread your legs and put his mouth and make you cum just from him. He’s content with this though, watching you grind back on his hands and roll your clit between you fingers. Experimentally, he curls his fingers upwards to rub against your walls and you gasp, bucking into his hand and he is definitely going to do that again later. He’s trying to memorize every moment, from the contortions on your face, to the rhythm of your finger to the way you handle your clit. 

You cum from a combination of his fingers in your pussy, praises on his tongue and your hand on your clit. Even though it’s not the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, it’s the one that makes you feel the most, has your heart hammering in song and his name and something that looks a lot like love.

————–

“Wait, Namjoon, I gotta go pee.”

“Do you have to? Right this second?” Your boyfriend whines, you did not expect him to be so clingy and cuddly after sex, yet so are you.

“No, but I’ve had a yeast infection before and it was one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced.”

On command, he releases you with a “Go.” causing you to laugh at his comically quick reaction.

“Oh by the way,” you start just as you grapple one of his shirts off the floor just to cover yourself a little, “guys can get bacteria related infections even after having sex with someone without STDs. Go after me okay?”

“Thanks mom."  "Oh god. Don’t call me mom. NEVER call me mom after sex.” The look you give him is absolutely horrified and you actually shudder.  "The Mommy and Daddy kink and calling someone mom and dad is TWO completely different things.“

"So you have a daddy kink?” Namjoon smirks, and you clam your stupid mouth shut with your beet red face and run to the toilet.

It’s a few minutes later when you’re curling over his side of your single bed and starting to shiver, waiting to crawl back into his arms.

I haven’t written in a long time. I just re-read these special scenarios. Makes me happy to know what I’ve accomplished before (in terms of writing).

My personal favorites have changed. Now it’s Santa’s Present, Turn Up Trumps, 6 Hours ‘Til Christmas, and A Fiance for Christmas. Still, love ‘em all.

Masterlist | 2016 Winter Stars

Merry Christmas! This is a rebloggable masterlist for all my scenarios, imagines, and lovely submitted aesthetic boards based on my scenarios to celebrate Christmas with BTS. This is for those who are very specific about which member they prefer. But if you’re an ot7 stan, just go to my “2016 winter stars” tag and read it all.

I just wanted to say thank you to all the support and all the love that everyone gave through messages, asks, tasks, and replies. I didn’t feel right when I first told you all that I couldn’t do what I intended, but you all showed support that I did a good job with whatever I came out with. I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Without further ado:

Imagines:

Hoseok | Yoongi | Seokjin | Namjoon | Jungkook | Taehyung | Jimin

What BTS Does During a Christmas Decoration Party

Scenarios: (based on this prompts list)

A Fiance for Christmas | Bestfriend!Hoseok - Christmas Prompt #8: Character A’s ex will be at the Christmas Party A is attending. Character B poses as A’s fiance

6 Hours ‘Til Christmas | Yoongi - Christmas Prompt #18: Character A and Character B have to save Christmas

Turn Up Trumps | Office!Seokjin - Christmas Prompt #1: Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas party

Candy Cane | Mafia!Namjoon - Christmas Prompt #19: Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud

Santa’s Present | Lycan!Jungkook - Christmas Prompt #17: Character A has to dress up as Santa for Christmas

Expect the Unexpected | Taehyung - Christmas Prompt #11: Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”

The Tail of Good Deeds | Mermaid!y/n x Jimin - Christmas Prompt #9: Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time. Character B is that stranger

Aesthetic Boards:

A Fiance for Christmas

6 Hours ‘Til Christmas