Shut Up, This Is So Damn Cute!

Shut up, this is so damn cute!

from my notes app:

Just picture it: Yoongi who just... never had a crush. Sure, he has felt attraction that sometimes evolved into something more through dates or other encounters. But a crush? Feet kicking, face blushing, giddy giggles? No, he couldn't say he ever experienced that.

Until you.

Until you showed up, a new manager at the company, and left him shaking in his disconcertingly large boots. You were bright, witty, charismatic and hard working and he stood there, arms hanging by his side awkwardly like a damn emoji, hovering around you unsure about what to do, what to say, how to act.

It was so frustrating! He never felt this way before and at 30 years old he felt as if he was going through a late puberty: voice cracking when he tried talking to you, waking up sweating from a dream way too realistic, poorly timed boners when he saw you walking around the office with skin tight pencil skirts.

His so called friend weren't making it any easier for him: Yoongi had officially become the butt of every joke as the members collectively regressed back to the 5th grade, murmuring everytime you showed up "here comes your wife, hyung, here comes Mrs. Suga".

Thankfully, you seemed unaware of their jabs, even as yoongi's pale cheeks blushed fiercely at the name.

He didn't know whether to be greatful or resentful for your obliviousness. On one side, you didn’t seem to hear the constant on going teasing from the other 6 raccoons he shared a band with, which saved yoongi from the swift death at the pearly hands of embarrassment, ripping his dramatic soul from his even more dramatic body.

On the other hand, you couldn’t seem to take a hint! He tried all of his best moves: standing there silently next to you, offering you a single tangerine, playing the guitar when you walked in whilst offering absolutely no explanation or context, even wearing his most scandalous, whorish outfit: a white tshirt that showed his collarbones instead of his usual 37 layers of clothing.

He didn't know how to make it any more obvious! Should he just take you against the wall of his studio (he totally should!, his lower brain unhelpfully provided as you once again strutted past him leaving him sniffing after your perfume like the fucking dog he was)?

He even tried asking his friends for advice, the lowest form of humiliation possible: Jungkook offered only baby oil and told him to lose a couple buttons. Hoseok made him couple matching beaded bracelets. And Namjoon, scorpio venus horndog, told him to actually go through with the wall taking idea.

Funnily enough, Jin was the one with the most plausible idea: give her a gift, bake her something! Homemade goods would show her how much you care.

So there he was, at thirty years old, holding onto a plate of cookies like a lifeline, cold sweating in front of your office, ready to flee the building and suck up those cookies like a hungry Kirby and mop in his own lameness like the international grammy nominee celebrity he was.

And then you opened the door and his body just reacted on his own, thrusting the plate towards you silently as his eyes screamed pure panic.

"For me?" You asked and he just nodded "Thank you so much, you are so sweet!"

Yoongi felt his lips curving and even without a mirror he could tell he had a dumbstruck smile on his face.

"What's the occasion?"

Ask her out, he urged himself. Tell her how you feel, how you can't stop thinking about her face, how her smile fuled his daydreams and her perfume haunts his days, bleeding into his psyche and sinking its claws into his heart, turning every song he wrote into a proclamation of adoration and lust, tell her how...

"Hm, for all y-your hard wo-work" he sputtered, mentally face palming himself at his own words.

Bugger.

Bugger it all to hell.

I just want to put him in my pocket and kiss his little nose.

he's got the prettiest smile 🥺 (cr. qdeoks)

I Wanna Hold Your Hand | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, Roommates!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: pining, a lil’ smooching, Yoongi is very persuasive, reader is easily duped, it's as fluffy as freshly fallen snow

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: It's hand-holding season, according to your roommate.

A/N: I wrote this off a prompt from the Winter Wonderland Fic Event, run by the lovely @hellojeongkook ! I know it's early in the holiday season yet, but I was inspired. Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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“It’s hand-holding season.”

He says it so matter-of-factly that you don’t question him. You’ve been roommates with Yoongi for almost a year now, and he’s always dropping these little tidbits of knowledge, sprinkling them in at random as you go about your days together.

“Back in the 17th century, they paid taxes with rice,” he informs you as he prepares a delicious meal of bibimbap for lunch for the two of you, topping it with a perfectly fried egg.

“Did you know that ‘whisky' means ‘water of life?’” he inquires as he pours you a nightcap, which you share on your balcony overlooking the small, busy neighborhood where your apartment resides.

“The first oranges ever grown weren’t actually orange,” he comments as he peels a tangerine, offering you the first slice as always.

Yoongi is many things, but a liar isn’t one of them. He’s overflowing with this obscure trivia, and you long ago stopped doubting that his facts were true. So when he announces it’s hand-holding season and reaches out, you assume it’s some weird winter tradition you’re not familiar with, not being from this area, and accept his hand.

But it’s not just that one moment. No, Yoongi grabs your hand all the time now. On the couch. In line for the bus. At dinner with your friends, all of whom seem unable to stop grinning every time they look at you. Weirdos. Your fingers interlace as he tugs you to his side everywhere you go.

It’s a little awkward at first. It’s been so long since someone held your hand that you’d almost forgotten the way it feels, palm pressed against palm, fingers curling around each other. But you get used to it, and before long you’re the one extending a hand, grasping, seeking him out.

“Why are you two holding hands?” Jungkook queries one movie night with your friends, sprawled out on the floor in front of the couch where you sit by Yoongi’s side. The movie is paused while you wait for Hobi to return from his kitchen with more snacks. Namjoon looks up from his perch on Hobi’s armchair, eyes going wide at Jungkook’s question.

“Because it’s hand-holding season,” you answer succinctly, sipping on your hot cider.

“Hand-holding… season?”

“Yeah, Jungkook, you know. That time of year when you hold hands. Hand-holding season. It’s pretty self-explanatory,” Yoongi jumps in, looking at Jungkook.

Jungkook nods slowly. “Right… forgot about that one.”

A week later, standing in a cluster with your friends at the bar, listening to some local band perform a mind-boggling mashup of “What Child Is This?” and “Sweet Child O’Mine,” Yoongi excuses himself from the group to get you another drink. His hand drops from yours as he pulls away, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch Jimin and Taehyung snickering.

“What?” you inquire, frowning as you realize they were laughing at you. You lower your head, eyes narrowing to thin slits as you glare at your friends, waiting.

“Nothing,” Jimin insists, but you aren’t convinced and only after threatening to expose his deepest, darkest secret (he didn’t break his nose two years ago after getting into a fight defending your honor at a party; he just got so drunk that he ran into a glass door) does he continue, “It’s just… the hand-holding. It’s cute! But like… you know that’s not a thing, right?”

“What do you mean, it’s not a ‘thing?’ It’s some sort of local winter custom or something. Isn’t it?” Your voice falters as you catch the look on their faces.

“Sweetie,” Taehyung begins, his voice kind, almost pitying, “no. He just wants to hold your hand.”

There’s no time to process this before Yoongi returns. He clasps your hand and you stare at where your fingers are laced with his, wondering.

The night rolls on and eventually your friends drift off. Soon it’s only you and Yoongi, but once he sees you fighting to stifle a yawn and failing miserably, you head out into the snowy night, homebound.

Snowflakes swirl around you on the trek home, but the air feels heavy with something else. Something unspoken. Everything around you is covered in a fluffy white blanket that shimmers slightly under the streetlights, and you could easily get lost on these streets just as easily as you get lost in your thoughts. But that familiar sensation at your side, Yoongi’s fingers clutching yours, reassures you. It’s a comforting weight, anchoring you in the moment.

Back inside your place, you collapse on the couch, wrapping a velvety throw around you as Yoongi brings you both some water. He sits next to you, hand seeking yours immediately. He natters on about something someone did at work but you’re not listening, thinking about Taehyung’s words.

“Yoongi,” you interrupt him, and his mouth draws into a straight line as he waits to hear what could be so important that you’d cut him off. “What other seasons should I know about?”

He cocks his head questioningly. “Huh?”

“It’s hand-holding season,” you state. “What’s next?”

His face remains blank. But he’s quiet a little too long, so you go on.

“Is cuddle season next?” you ask, sliding closer to him until your thighs touch. He peers at you through hooded eyes, swallowing before speaking. “It could be. I’m not sure. I’d have to check.”

“Mmm,” you reply, nudging his arm with your own until he lifts it. Nuzzling into him, head resting on his shoulder as his arm falls into place around you, you sigh contentedly. “If it isn’t, it should be.”

Yoongi is uncharacteristically silent for once, but his fingers rub soothing circles on your side as he holds you close.

“Yoongi,” you murmur after a moment, voice muffled by his hoodie. Tilting your face up, you peer at your roommate. “I should probably go to bed.”

His dark eyes contain several shades of brown, you realize, with tiny golden flecks glimmering as he gazes warmly at you. From so close, they’re even more beautiful than you thought.

“Yeah, probably a good idea,” he mumbles after a minute, and you rise and bid him goodnight.

Glancing over your shoulder as you pad towards your bedroom, you spy him still on the couch, his fingers tracing gingerly over the spot you just vacated, as if he is searching for your hand even now.

In the morning, Yoongi finds you waiting for him in the kitchen, a mug of coffee ready exactly how he likes it (black). He thanks you, and you wait for him to take a few sips, letting the caffeine jumpstart his brain before you speak.

“So, I figured it out,” you announce excitedly.

“You figured it out?” he repeats, brow furrowing.

Nodding, you grab his hand, weaving your fingers together as you tug him towards the hallway by the door.

“I looked it up while you were sleeping. It’s kissing season next.”

You point up. He does a double take, noticing something tiny and green hanging overhead.

A clump of spinach, tied together with kitchen string, dangling haphazardly from a heating vent.

“Why is the spinach for our lunch hanging from the ceiling?”

“I told you, kissing season is coming! But… we don’t have any mistletoe. So I had to make do.” You beam at your roommate as he stares at you, blinking sluggishly, the gears slowly clicking into place.

“Kissing season.”

“Yes.”

“And you determined this…”

“When I looked it up this morning. Online,” you proclaim, embellishing your lie.

“Online.” His eyebrow quivers minutely, as if he wishes to challenge you, but his expression remains vacant.

“Yes.”

“And it said kissing season comes after hand-holding season.”

You giggle. “Do you need a little more coffee, sleepyhead? Yes, that’s what it said. I couldn’t find anything about cuddle season. It said to prepare for kissing. So, voila!” You gesture over his head. “I think we’re ready, don’t you?”

Yoongi doesn’t respond. His face gives nothing away.

So you wait, humming to yourself, hands folded behind your back.

Until he finally breaks.

“I can’t believe you bought it for so long,” he laughs, and you shove him away playfully.

“Hey! You’re no better, thinking you had to make up a stupid excuse to hold my hand.”

He grabs your hand again, thumb tracing lightly over your knuckles. “So I don’t need one?”

“No, dumbass,” you chide affectionately. “You never did.”

The sweet gummy smile you’ve always adored spreads across his face, and you reach out for his other hand, pulling him closer.

“We’re both just a couple of dumbasses, aren’t we?” he mutters softly, nose brushing against yours. You loop both arms around his neck and nod.

“I’m afraid so,” you inform him with a sigh as his lips finally land on yours.

Kissing season, to your delight, never ends.

© 2021-22-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

ok ok i just got this random idea bare with me

Chubby mid size cute reader, she is very confident but gets inscure from time time

Namjoon is her BF 😉😉and they are camping with their friends. ( some of them are not that nice to her abt her looks).

One girl then says a comment pitting her that she cant be carried or manhandled due to her wait.

Later Namjoon carries her with one arm out of the blue in front of everyone and then a nice spicy time in the woods

Very random 😂😂😂 only u can make it happen😂😂😂

I feel blessed to have so many Namjoon requests!!

Title: For Me...

Warning(s): Insecure!Y/N, Slight B0dy-Sham!ng, Hurt/Comfort, Smut! And of course Fluff!

Author's Note: Obviously set in an AU where Namjoon has his license and drives lol. Enjoy!

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"Yes!" Namjoon cheers the second he throws the car in park. You look up from your book, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

"We're here?" You ask, feeling the surge of relief that you no longer have to sit in this car anymore.

"Uh-Huh." He says fast as he gets out of the car, pausing to breathe in deep through his nose. "Baby! You smell that? That's nature, baby!" He cheers excitedly and you close your book, giggling softly as you get out of the car while watching your boyfriend of just six months spin around giddily.

He was a giant dork, and it made your heart flutter in the best way possible.

"Ay! Namjoon! There you are, man. Took you long enough to show up!" Dae laughs as he walks over from where the tents were set up.

When Namjoon had told you about this camping trip with his friends, you were pouty, you had to admit, but you were understanding that he needed time to cut loose with his friends. Especially before he had to run off to the military. BTS being on hiatus meant he had more time to roam and explore and the one thing he's been looking forward to is getting back into nature. When he invited you to join the camp trip, you hesitated. You knew the members of BTS, yeah, but these were buddies of his from back home. Guys who knew him from way back when. School days.

You wanted them to like you, that's all. You slowly get out of the car as Namjoon starts hugging his buddies who run over to greet him. You fix your shirt and hold the sweater more around you. Your sweatpants now feel like a bad idea since all his friends look actually put together. You had done the bare minimum of getting ready, and now you couldn't help but fuss at your hair a bit.

"Oh! Guys, this is my girl. Y/N..." Namjoon smiles proudly, dimples on full display. The four guys surrounding him all eye you up and down.

"This is Y/N?" One guy says slowly as if you're not who they expected. You smile sheepishly as you walk over to grab Namjoon's hand that he's holding out for you.

"Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt guys' camping weekend. I promise, you won't even know I'm here." You try joking as they continue to just look at you.

"Ay, it's all good. My girl came with too." Dae shrugs as he nods to the campsite where a girl still sat, flipping through a magazine. You nod, kind of relived that you wouldn't be stuck in these woods with just guys.

"I'll go get the bags." Namjoon says and squeezes your hand to assure you before he goes back to the car.

"So, what are you guys thinking for lunch?" You ask to try and start a conversation. The guys all share a look and one finally snickers.

"Too easy." He says before walking away while shaking his head as if humored by something. You feel your heart drop at that moment.

Fuck, this was a mistake...

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The next morning, you're woken up by Namjoon kissing all over your face as he wraps his leg around your waist. You grumble playfully and open your eyes to face him. Last night had been a nightmare for you. It was full of backhanded compliments and little glances from everyone in the group around you, as if everyone was in on a joke that you didn't know about.

But you DID know the joke. You knew your body, you knew the difference between you and Namjoon, you knew the irony. 'Ha-Ha, Namjoon is all about the gym and health and look at him dating a plus sized girl'. You weren't dumb or blind. You knew your body weight and type, but you also knew that you had one of the best leaders of K-pop wrapped around your finger and drooling over you at any given second. It didn't full stop the self-doubt, but it helped a bit.

You've been chubby since you were a kid. You've heard and dealt with it all. A weekend with jerks like your boyfriend's friends wasn't gonna hurt you too much. And you definitely didn't wanna bring this to his attention either. After this weekend, you'd never have to deal with these people again...

"Morning, baby. We were gonna head to the lake. You're coming, right?" Namjoon whispers finally after a moment of just rubbing his nose with yours. You hum softly at that and stretch a bit.

"That sounds nice." You nod tiredly. You hadn't slept much due to how hungry you were. You picked at your dinner the night before as to not be a cliché plus size person. You watched though as Namjoon had three bowls of the ramen and his buddies all drank and had about two to four each. It was a bit unfair. You wondered for a moment why you had to act carefully when slurping up noodles when your boyfriend sat proudly right next to you, eating and drinking away. Why you had to take small sips of water and after a few bites of food claim you were full when everyone around you shameless enjoyed themselves. Could it be because you had something to prove? Yup, exactly.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks softly as he eyes you closer, hand pushing your hair back to really look at you. You look up at him and the urge to vocalize your uncomfortability is strong, but you shake it off. It was Saturday and you'd be saying your goodbyes Sunday morning. You could do this.

"I'm all good. It was just so hot last night. I couldn't get comfy..." You lie softly and Namjoon nods, pecking your nose.

"Maybe we can sneak away after swimming for a bit and take a nap." He offers softly as he rests his forehead against yours. It makes you blush as you nod along. You two get up soon enough and throw on your bathing suits.

You make sure your black one piece is on right since it was kind of strappy in a few places. You step out of the tent real soon and see all the guys and Dae's girl all look over at you, eyeing your body. Dae's girlfriend gently tugs at Dae's shirt and whispers something in his ear, making him laugh and nod his head in agreement.

The overwhelming feeling of regret swallows you whole and you grab one of Namjoon's shirts to put on over your shirt. You try and act none the wiser to all the snickering which only makes your self anger grow more.

"Okay! Bag is packed and ready to go!" Namjoon says as he steps out of your tent and pauses. "What's funny?" He asks his buddies and they all laugh before shaking it off.

"Nothing, man..." Dae says before walking off with his girlfriend. The other boys follow and Namjoon eyes you and smiles a bit as he tugs at the shirt you had on.

"What's with the cover up?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Just don't wanna get sunburned..." You say softly, not wanting to put a damper on Namjoon's vacation. Just one day. Just one day...

He nods and offers you his arm for the short walk to the lake...

When you get there, the water is cool and clear which is a great contrast to the sun that was beating down on you all today. You get in the water and focus on swimming with Namjoon when Dae grabs his girlfriend from her tanning spot on the dock. He lifts her with both arms as she screams for him to let her down and not to throw her. He doesn't listen and chucks her right into the water.

When she surfaces, she starts yelling at him for throwing her while all the guys laugh expect for Namjoon. He holds you a bit closer to his chest as you both bob in the calm lake. She finally sees you looking at her and glares at you.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing. Just... Sucks that he ruined your hair." You say back gently. She eyes you a bit and then puts on a false smile.

"Well, at least my boyfriend can pick me up." She says in a joking tone and the boys laughing makes your heart feel heavy in your chest.

"What?" Namjoon asks, having heard her right but shocked that those words even left her mouth.

"Oh, Nam, calm down. It was a joke." One of his friends chuckles and Namjoon glares, obviously pissed at this moment.

"Yeah? I'm not laughing." He says shortly before swimming over to the dock and getting out.

"Namjoon, come on..." Dae tries as your boyfriend grabs his towel and then one for you too. You swim over silently, knowing better than to do anything else but just go with Namjoon to get him out of this situation before he blows up.

He helps you out of the lake and wraps the towel around you before you both leave back to the campsite, ignoring his friends as they try calling you for you guys.

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You sit between Namjoon's legs, pressed back against his hard chest as you hold the newest novel you have to share cause if not, one of you will read ahead. The walk back to the tent had been silent, the shower at the bath house had been quiet, and now the reading time you two share was full of this tense silence. You knew Namjoon was still pissed and you just hoped you could keep him calm till you left tomorrow morning.

"Done?" You ask, so you could know if you should flip the page or not. When you don't get an answer, you turn your head to face Namjoon and see him deep in thought, jaw clenched and face hard set. You frown softly and gently grab his face to make him look at you.

"Babe. It was a dumb joke..." You try quietly and he looks you in the eyes.

"You didn't sleep well last night because of them, didn't you." He says quietly, putting it all together in his head. It makes you frown, but you couldn't lie to him.

"I was... A little upset. Yeah." You admit quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me? I never want you in a place where you're that uncomfortable, Y/N. You know that." He says as he looks at you.

"They're you're friends, Joonie. I-I just... Wanted you to have fun." You try as he looks at you with a frown.

"Well I'm in hell when you're being hurt." He says quietly. You sigh softly and move to nuzzle into his neck.

"I'm used to this, babe. I grew up plus size." You point out quietly and Namjoon shakes his head.

"And? It wasn't right then, and it sure as hell isn't now." He says.

"I know your body. I love your body. Because your 'body' is just skin. Skin that protects everything in you that matters most." He states seriously. "It protects your heart... Which is full of love and care for the world. It protects your brain... Which is always more intriguing to me than any book out there. And it protects your spirit. Which is what I fell in love with. These amazing curves are a bonus." He says softly and you snort playfully while rolling your eyes.

"I know. I'm perfect to you." You mutter playfully, as if you're annoyed by hearing it.

"You're not just perfect to me. You're perfect for me, Y/N. I love you. And I'm not gonna let anyone talk about or to you in anyway." He says quietly as he holds your waist.

You hum. "Tomorrow morning, we can leave." You assure.

"First thing in the morning..." He agrees.

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Later that evening, everyone sits around the fire, silently eating and drinking. The tension is thick, and no one dares to make a joke or try and break the silence in anyway. You wanted Namjoon to let go of the grudge and have one last dinner with his friends, but he had insisted that anyone able to make you feel shitty was no friend of his. You were still trying to fight off the guilt, but you knew if you had anyone around you that made Namjoon feel a certain way, they'd be gone ASAP too. You just had to stand by your boyfriend's choice.

"I think..." Namjoon finally says, his deep voice demanding all eyes on him, and they are. Everyone is looking at the five-foot-eleven Korean man as he sets his plate down and rubs his hands together slowly. "Before we call it a night, a few things need to be done.

"One. I'd like to remind you all... That she," He nods to you as you sheepishly play with your bowl of beef stew cooked over the campfire. "Is my girlfriend. The woman I love. And I expect nothing but respect for her." He says, his voice calm but with this dark edge to it. Like he was not expecting any argument to his statement.

"Two." He continues. "At the end of the day, you don't have to find her attractive. She's mine for a reason. Because I find her attractive." He states. "And thirdly, if you don't find her attractive? You're just lying to yourself." He snorts and you bashfully roll your eyes at him.

"You all... Need to apologize for what the hell went on with this trip, and you'll be lucky if I ever want to see any of you again." He states honestly. You gaze along the faces of all his buddies, and you feel slightly guilty, maybe even a little childish due to this lecture. You felt like a kid who just tattled to the teacher. But... You hadn't 'tattled'. Namjoon had heard it. You weren't being overdramatic, you weren't play victim, and you didn't deserve this treatment. And you just had to keep telling yourself that...

With a deep sigh, Dae is the first to speak. "Y/N, we're... We're sorry. We were just joking, you know. Giving you a hard time? That's what we do in this friend group..." He says and you look away from him at that.

"Yeah, well that's not what you do with her." Namjoon speaks for you, and you set the bowl down and nod once at Dae. "Don't accept that half ass apology." Namjoon says to you, and you keep your mouth shut. He stands up finally and dusts his hands on his shorts.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, early. Y/N." Namjoon says, and you quickly stand up only to feel his arm, wrap around your waist from behind. You feel him lift you up and squat down a bit to put you over his shoulder as you squeal in slight alarm.

"Y/N and I are going to bed. Don't bother us." He says shortly before looking a Dae's girl. "And maybe Dae could lift you, if he went to the gym more." He says simply before carrying you away towards your tent that you had moved away from the others for the night.

"Joonie! Put me down!" You hiss as he gets you two into your tent and sets you on the small foam mattress inside your tent.

"What were you thinking? You could've hurt yourse-" He cuts you off by kissing you deeply, you instantly get lost in the kiss.

"Don't disrespect my lifting abilities like that..." He teases quietly against your lips before kissing you more passionately. You can barely react in time as he pushes you back on the bed freely, climbing on top of you.

"What... What are you..." You pant against his lips before he quickly sits up to take off his shirt and then lays back on top of you, covering your jawline and neck with kisses that made you shiver.

You shut your eyes, melting into the cot as he lowers his lips down towards your cleavage. He's quick to pull your tank top up and bra cups down, freeing your nipples as he grips your breasts in both hands.

"I'm showing you that I love this body..." He whispers before tonguing your nipples one at a time, sucking each one hard to turn them into sensitive buds as you arch your back, head rolling back to moan before you cover your mouth.

"Don't cover up. I want them to hear it. Let them know that I know exactly how to handle you. That I thoroughly enjoy you whenever I can..." He whispers before moving down your body, biting all along your tummy as you look down at him, body feeling on fire at this very moment.

"I'm the luckiest man on earth to have you..." He whispers honestly as he settles between your legs, making you blush hard.

He makes quick work of your shorts and keeps your underwear on, blowing softly on the wet spot and making your clit twitch.

"Joonie... Oh fuck..." You gasp as you reach down to grab his hair, needing to feel something against your soaked core and fast.

"Such a goddess." He praises softly before he gets to work lapping at your clit slowly at first. Your head rolls back as you shut your eyes, always enjoying these sensual moments. Namjoon never teases, but he also loves when things slowly build up, especially since the closer you get the louder you get. He had a thing about you being... Verbal.

"Namjoon..." You pant, keeping this in mind. You loved making him feel good over his ability to make you feel good. It was an exchange of sorts. Sometimes you even found yourself twisting and arching your body in different directions as you screamed out because it just egged him on more. Thank god for porn. It was the best teacher...

He turns sloppier the louder you get, and you lose track of where you are at this point as your moans and hard tugs at his hair egg him on more.

At a certain point, feeling how drenched your underwear is from both your juices and his saliva, you pull him up to kiss him, your tongue exploring his to taste yourself on him. He grabs your neck to hold your head still and proceeds to suck on your tongue, and you all but lose all decency at that second, flipping you both over so you're on top.

"You want them to hear? The let's make sure they hear..." You pant with a giggle as he grips your hips hard and sits up to pull you harder against his bulge that is very much present through his shorts.

"Fuck yes, darling..." He whispers in awe before kissing you hard.

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The next morning, no one can look you both in the eyes and that's fine, because you're still too blissed out from last night to care what they can or can't do. Namjoon says nothing as he packs up the tent and you know you can't force him to drop the attitude long enough for a proper goodbye.

"Joonie..." You say quietly when you two are finally in the car and driving down the dirt road away from the camping grounds. He hums, eyes stuck on to the road with one hand on the wheel.

"Don't stop being friends with them because of me." You whisper and Namjoon smiles slightly at your concern before he grabs your hand.

"Damn your good heart." He says softly and you pout.

"I'm serious..." You try and he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss it tenderly.

"I know you are. And so am I." He says softly. "You're my best friend, Y/N. And I wouldn't have it any other way." He says honestly and it stops your pouting for a bit as you look down at your entwined hands sheepishly.

"I love you." You finally mutter and lean over to kiss his soft cheek, feeling his dimple form under your lips and it just makes you giggle ever so quietly.

"I love you too..." He whispers, looking at you for a moment to show he means it, and you couldn't be more confident of that in this moment...

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From one plus size girly to another: You are ENOUGH! You are attractive, and you are indeed that bitch lol. Love you all!

"Where did he learn...? 🐹🐨💘💌💋 based in @darklephise-art "Ship dynamics idea" Full nsfw version [HERE]

bts as public displays of affection

who ordered the soft hours? ME. this is peak delusional behavior, and i have no apologies to make for it 😌

namjoon is a pair of arms around your waist, wrapped loosely from behind, and a chin resting on the top of your head; a chuckle you can feel the tickle of as it reverberates along your spine.

seokjin is one finger looped lazily through the belt loop on the side of your jeans, letting you take the lead without straying too far; reassurance that your space is still yours, even if all you want to do is share it.

yoongi is eye contact from across the room, finding you in the middle of a separate conversation; a tiny, sideways smile in acknowledgement of how good it feels to be seen.

hoseok is a hand in your back pocket, boldly and unapologetically close; a lack of awareness of wayward stares because they don’t hold his attention quite like the warmth in his palm.

jimin is a head resting on your shoulder, bumping into the bone when laughter makes it too hard to stay upright; a giggled apology that sounds more like “thank you” than “sorry”.

taehyung is bodies huddled closely enough together that two pairs of hands can share the front pocket of a sweatshirt, and a forehead resting against yours; some sort of telepathic link that confirms you’re understood without requiring an explanation.

jungkook is a hand on your thigh, fidgeting mindlessly with the frayed bits of ripped denim; a soft brush of fingertips on bare skin that manages to find you even when he doesn’t consciously seek you.