Love (m)

Love (m)

Hello pls don’t kill me. why would i finish my other fics instead of writing new ones :))) this is a drabble of sorts to get my creativity back as ive been crazy busy to get back in writing. this is the sappiest thing i’ve written and will ever write. pls listen to Love by Kendrick Lamar to get the full experience as that song insipred this (and the inevitable drop of hixtape). dedicated to @johobi bc she’s a sweetie and inspired me to start my tae fic (that i’ll finish at some point) with her amazing writing. My internet is shit so i’ll add a gif later!

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: PWP, too much sap, cum kink?, unprotected sex

Words: 2k Summary: When the darkness threatens to take over, you are there to bring him back to you. 

Sliding your hands through his silky, cherry red tresses, looking into his eyes that were the colour of rich dark chocolate; You knew this was home. Sprawled across his soft bed while his lithe figure loomed over your body, draping yours partly like the warmest blanket you were wrapped in the cold winter as a child. Hoseok was stroking your cheek softly, wondering how he got so lucky to be here in this moment with you. The cold mid-winter forgotten while he was entangled in your warm embrace, keeping his demons at bay, just loving him. Holding him. This was his home. In your arms. The music he’d chosen to play in the background matched his feeling for you to the T. He never thought a song that wasn’t written by him could be so relatable in this very moment. He didn’t have much to say, he didn’t want to disturb the peace he was feeling with the overwhelming affection that was pouring out of every pore of his skin for you.

It was as if he moved even an inch, the electromagnetic waves of adoration radiating off of his body would disappear, softly pressing your skin in a million sweet kisses that had shivers running down your spine, arching yourself into his chest as he pressed even closer. Your left hand was wrapped around his neck while the other slid down from his waist to his hips, pushing them closer to yours and earning a gasp from him. The action consequently brought his body tumbling down like water sliding down a waterfall, softly falling entirely on top of you, settling his right leg in the apex between your thighs, planting his right hand beside your head to steady himself. The air in the room just climbed higher on the mountain of love and lust that you two were determined to reach the peak of. 

He loved you so much. 

His eyes almost glassy with the overwhelming feelings bubbling to the surface looking at your sweet face, smiling softly up at him while your nimble fingers caressed both his cheeks now. 

 Give me a run for my money


There is nobody, no one to outrun me 

These were times where Hoseok wanted, no needed, nothing else than for you to just hold him. Reassure him, keep him grounded on his feet, telling him he was enough. He was enough for you, if no one else, just you. Nights would be spent just like this, his face buried in your neck, you rubbing his back, gently stroking his hair, letting his choice of music say the words he was too choked up to say. This was his way of communicating his deepest feelings that he felt from his core, for you. You knew that the ray of sunshine that was your boyfriend, shining his light so, so bright into his member’s lives, his fans, his family, needed you to be there to light up his own when it got too dark inside his mind. Insecurities ready to swallow him whole, bubbling up like a volcano ready for eruption.

In those times, he was thankful to have you by his side. Some nights he would go without saying even one single word, so different from his usual personality that he displayed to everyone else. And you were fine with that. It gave you time to love and care for him, reciprocating his love for you. 

So give me a run for my money


Sipping bubbly, feeling lovely 

You knew he was falling deeper into the black hole that he had been gravitating towards for a while, trying to finish his mixtape, making it up to his standards that seem to be climbing higher and higher, never quite getting there in his own mind. You had caught him on numerous occasions talking about his tracks, comparing them to Yoongi and Namjoon’s work. Finally, after weeks of listening to him breaking himself down, slowly disintegrating his inner peace, letting his insecurities steer him towards a bitter road that was never ending if he accepted to walk towards it, you had taken his hand and brought him back to his room from the studio. He had looked utterly tired, constantly putting the finishing touches to his music to have it ready for its release the next week. But you knew he needed this, needed to unwind, let someone take his mask off, let him rely on someone else. And he wanted it to be no other person but you.

Living lovely

Just love me

His breath hitched in his throat as your hands griped his backside, urging him to mould his hips into yours. His hand that had been stroking your cheeks slid down, slowly, down your body, over your breasts, towards your ass, holding it firmly and forcing your scorching centre to grind against his crotch with every fluid roll of his hips. The sensuality of the slow tango of your bodies was burning you alive. Never once did he break eye contact with you, looking so deep like he was trying to memorize every detail of your irises. Your mouth eliciting whimpers of his name, calling him to do what exactly, you weren’t sure. You wanted to this slow delicious torture of his punishingly sensual thrusts to continue but you also wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes off his body, having him take you until all he had to give was yours, ingrained in your skin. 

Hoseok was feeling the same dilemma. Wanting nothing more than to spear your cunt with his leaking length and take you to the high that was slowly building up with the emotions that were already swirling around the dimly lit room. However, not wanting the slow dance that you two were dancing towards climax, to end. Slow was never his pace, never being the one to waiting for things to happen to him but actively seeking out the thrill that tempted him. Perhaps, that is precisely why he decided to let the slow death take you both over. Tip you both over the volcano into the hot lava of pleasure that seared your bones. Your whisper of his name brought him back to earth, realising what you were begging for as you wrapped your legs around his waist, hands clutching his shirt while your eyes looked up at him like he was your whole world. 

And he was. 

He chuckled lovingly, leaned towards your lips and sealing them in a burning kiss that you both had been building towards for way too long now. You could feel Hoseok getting a bit rougher, urgency lacing his actions as he slid his hand on your ass to the hem of your shirt and bringing it up until it rested above your bare breasts. His eyes took you in, drinking in your gasps as his warm breath hit your nipples, causing them to tighten up into dark rosy tips. All the while Hoseok didn’t stop his languorous movements against your centre but only moving his hands down to rid you of your sweats and finding you, to his surprise again considering the weather outside, delightfully bare underneath the sweats. He had pushed your pants low enough for him to shove his hand inside, sliding down to your slit and moaning once he felt how much honey you were dripping. 

“Fuck, Y/N” His low grunt sent shivers straight to your core, making you clench around nothing and dripping even more.

Hoseok’s eyes were trained down to his hand that was thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your nether regions, rubbing circles into your lips, spreading your slick everywhere from your already drenched entrance up to your clit. In midst of this sexual haze, you realized what your initial goal was for this evening and how it ended being Hoseok, again, playing with your body, bringing you pleasure than being the other way around like you meant for it to be. You slowly pushed his hands away with a low whine, sliding them to his belt, unbuckling it and pushing them down his hips to just below his knees. You would’ve taken them the whole way off if Hoseok hadn’t pushed your hands away to get back to your pussy and sliding two fingers in using his other to caress your breasts. 

The shock of his sudden intrusion of your body temporarily hazed your senses as you threw your head back, moaning his name loudly. Hoseok leaned down, breathing over your nipples, eyes flicking over to look into yours for a few seconds as he took it between his lips and sucking softly. Your mouth fell agape, watching your boyfriend suckle your breasts like he expected them to start lactating at any moment. 

You gathered your wits and pulled yourself up enough to push him back to sit against the headboard, all the while he kept flicking his tongue over your nipple, never detaching himself. You pulled his fingers out with a moan, feeling yourself clench over nothing, your body suddenly feeling cold and empty. Hoseok seemingly entranced with your breasts, had now switched over to the other, didn’t notice when you had slid over his length and only broke apart to release a string of profanities. Eyes sliding down to where you two were joined, he leaned back slightly to take you in.

 It felt like he was looking at you for the first time with the way his lip was caught between his teeth while his eyes feasted on your nude body, shirt also discarded, while he was completely dressed save for his pants that were around his ankles. It was just something about having you sliding on him, up and down, your breasts swaying rhythmically while you looked at him like he held your life in his hands, that brought all his insecurities, all his demons, tumbling down from him, like they were melting off him. He felt like he was purging all the cynical, obstructive thoughts, all the self-criticism that made his nights’ hell and the mornings impossible. That is until you. 

You came along, his salvation. Your love his fuel to go on and your sex his personal confessional. Your cunt gripped him so tight even after all the times he had spent opening you up for hours, using everything from his cock to various toys to even just objects laying around. Losing himself in you and your lust. He wrapped his arms around your waist and your back, looking up at you as you rested your hands on his shoulders, looking at his beautiful golden skin covered with a sheen of sweat. He slid one of his hands down to your ass again, helping you up and down on his length, increasing the pace of your thrusts as his breathing got caught in his throat for the second time that night. 

You were so beautiful, always knowing what he needed and when he needed it. He nearly started to weep when your small hands held his face, pressing small sweet kisses into his face. He smiled softly, closing his eyes as you pressed two small kisses to his eyelids, consequently the tears he held in his glassy eyes, falling down his cheeks. Your own eyes filling to the brim watching how affected he was even from just the smallest of gestures. 

“I love you, so much” You whispered on his lips. Hoseok just looked deep in your eyes, bringing your hands to his mouth and kissing them softly.

“I love you too, princess” You smiled widely hearing him call you by his favourite endearment. Your breath was staring to hitch in your throat, sensing yourself getting closer to your end. Hoseok wrapped his arms around your waist again, helping you bounce up and down his length faster making you moan and throw your head back and the feeling of him reaching so deep, filling you till you felt stuffed with his length. All it took was his hand sliding down to your clit, rubbing vigorous circles and you were falling over that mountain you were both climbing, towards your high. Hoseok grunted, cursing when he felt your walls clenching around him repeatedly, dripping over his cock as he thrusted gently, letting you ride your high. 

After a few minutes, letting you bounce softly on his dick, he gripped you tightly again as you began twitching from the sensitivity. 

He moaned, laying down on the sheets and pulling you down on him, “Make me come baby.”

You whimpered feeling him start to thrust up into you, battering your sore insides with his speedy thrusts. You tried your best, moving with him but alas, not having much strength in your muscles to keep up with him. Hoseok grabbed your hips, slamming you down on his cock, jamming your cunt onto his length that was leaking inside you with every thrust. You could feel him at you throat, as the sensations bordered on painful. But you welcomed the burn with open arms knowing how good your clenching was making him feel, knowing how big of a part of yourself you gave to him every time he made love to you, using your cunt to his heart’s content, knowing how you considered the bruises he gave you as his gift to you until he saw you again to use your body as his personal canvas. Watching your breasts sway, Hoseok took a nipple in his mouth, nibbling away as you sobbed with the overstimulation of your senses. Knowing how close he was to his end, he held your face in his hands, joining your foreheads and looking into your eyes. 

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart” Your lips trembled, knowing what he wanted to hear. The slick sounds filled the room as his cock leaked profusely in your pussy. 

“I-I want your cum Hoseok, please” His breath hitched, hearing you utter the filthy words that strangely made him feel even more loved, wanted.

“Where baby? Where do you want Hosoek to cum?” He thrusted particularly hard, emphasising the world ‘where’. 

“I-In my pussy” A chocked sob, “Please fill me up, I-I want it in my p-pussy.” 

“Good girl” Hoseok swore under his breath as he pushed his hips up while simultaneously pulling yours down making you yelp every time, with your voice reaching a higher pitch. Losing himself when you clenched your cunt over him again, shooting his molten seed deep inside your pussy, making it overflow with his cream. Your body trembled in his hold as he shushed your hiccups and soft sobs, stroking your back as you lay atop his. Stroking your hair, he looked at your eyes that were almost closed, body still trembling lightly from his battering of your pussy. Hoseok pulled a blanket from the edge of the bed, draping you both under its warmth, still lodged deep inside your heat. Hearing you whisper his name as you fell into a deep sleep, mumbling that you loved him just before your eyelids fell completely closed, body tangled with his own, pussy full of his cum, holding his heart in your secure arms, he knew this is where he wants to be. 

Where he will be. Always having you there to pull him back to you before the darkness swallowed him.

 He loved you.

A/N: so i wrote this in a few hours sry for the mistakes let me know if you find any. hope you all liked this and can wait a bit more for my other fic ty.

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A Little Needy

hoseok | bts » 1010 words » fluff

» this was originally posted here, but i decided to make a namjoon/hoseok only blog and post my writings for them specifically here now. ^^

As the seasons change, it undoubtedly brings out the worst in you in the form of sneezing and coughing, high fevers and a sniffling nose. It leaves you in bed all day as you listen to the pitter-patter of rain on the bedroom window’s ledge while lying beneath too many heavy blankets, trying to keep warm, and dozing off from the cold medicine that doesn’t seem to be working.

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Do you have any impregnation fic recs, imma hoe for that kind of stuff 😍

i’ve already done a bunch of these before, which you can find here, but since then i’ve come across a few new ones which i’ll link :) 

Bobsy-die by rbuns

Bun Bun by jungkookienoona (i only linked part 1, but part 2 and epilogue also feature impreg!!!)

it takes two to make a thing go right by imaginethisbts

tooth and claw by johobi (linked the mlist bc i can’t open the fic since three says it’s porn :”))

Paysight (m.)

• pairing: reader/jeon jeongguk → Camboy!AU

• genre/warnings: smut (masturbation, creampie, sex work, anal play, toys, double penetration—switch!jeongguk?)

• words: 4.1k

• prompt: 3. “Spread your legs. Let everyone see what a mess you’ve made.”

If there was one thing Jeongguk knew to the depth of his very core, it was that he could please any man, or woman, with the simple jerk of his wrist or the swipe of his tongue. He had the lean body, thigh muscles that flexed with each subtle movement on the clean, linen sheets of his bed and the sheer look of innocence that radiated from his very being as he stared nervously at anything but the lens of the laptop webcam. His personality proved to have charmed the many viewers who paid to watch his shows, the timid and unsureness he brought forth at the beginning outright contradicting themselves as he performed the most lustful and dirtiest of acts in front of thousands of people per request.

In fact, that was his exact mindset as he managed to steadily type in the url ‘kkamboys.com’ in the search bar of his internet browser, leaning back on his hunches as his heart palpated faster each minute with nervousness, or excitement, he did not know. Previews of the many other live shows filled his screen briefly, a wide variety of options to select, desires you wish to fulfill through the body and price of another, though he paid no mind as he clicked on the fairly large “Broadcast Now” button located at the top of the screen—near his login credentials.

Jeongguk swallowed thickly, rubbing the perspiration collected on the palms of his calloused hands on the rough material of his jeans, his eyes quickly shifting from the green light of his webcam to the current view count at the bottom of the window, in which indicated the number of onlookers that will participating in today’s performance, to the array of toys sprawled on his bed—just behind his laptop. They differed greatly in size and desired usage, some bought from the abundance of tips and donations he’s received from past shows, others sent to his P.O box from loyal fans who specifically request for him to put them to “good use” in his next live.  

He pulled his attention away from the alluring and promising objects, focusing on the profusion of comments that went and quickly as they came—a fast-moving blur of words and emoticons that he could only imagine what vulgar promises and fantasies lie behind them, dusting his cheeks a faint shade of rose at the very thought of possibilities.

“Hello everybody.” Jeongguk spoke lowly, a small smile tugging at the seams of his lips at the overwhelming abundance of responses he had received back from loyal supporters whom he had easily recognized. “Is there anything you guys would like to see today in particular?”

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I really love this !!!

begin again (m)

Summary: As a new professor at Hogwarts, you knew separating your present and your past within the walls was an important distinction to maintain your respectability. But finding out that your coworker was your schoolgirl crush for five years hadn’t been part of the plan. Pairing: Hoseok | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU Word Count: 13,788 Author’s Note: Took advantage of some Hoseok feelings I’ve been suffering from as of late and decided to pair it with my Harry Potter AUs!!!! Once again, tagging @chokemejimin who has asked to tagged in my HP works!! Hope you like it! 

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There’s a saying that goes around that often relates to the idea that people, places, or things that were once daunting and terrifying gradually start to become less intimidating with the help of time, growth, maturity—all those things you never believed would happen to you. After all, who wants to welcome the idea of growing old with opened arms?

You remember being seventeen and witnessing what you had believed would be the last sight you would ever get of Hogwarts, the comforting walls that housed seven years of your childhood, seven years worth of secrets, friendships, youth, innocence, and a desperation to chase after something you didn’t quite know about yet. Being as young and naive and indecisive as you were, it would have been difficult to comprehend the idea of returning, if returning to Hogwarts was something you even thought to consider in the first place. It never was.

It’s funny how much you had a tendency to return back to the place that reminded you most of home. Despite the history behind its walls, the war across the campus, Hogwarts remains consistent and peaceful and traditional. Unlike your very first day at eleven years old, you brush in through the doors of Hogwarts with a grace of familiarity. No longer do the tall walls that seem to stretch out to the ceiling terrify you and no longer do the endless corridors frighten you. You’re no longer a student who perhaps did not know any better. You’ve returned as a professor, just a little bit older and just a little bit wiser.

The baggage handle curled around your fingertips feel as if they’re growing heavier and heavier the longer you find yourself making your way through the outside courtyard of the school, towards the castle, trying to make your way to the new quarters you had been gifted with as a new educator of the institute. In spite of the struggle, it’s hard to keep the bounce out of your step, the smile across your features, because although returning back to the rooms of your past is not something you would have elected to spend your career under, it’s a new whole sensation approaching Hogwarts and knowing that you would get to do something and invest your time in something you were always particularly passionate about.

You’re just reaching the front steps of the school, before a voice calls out to you, striking a chord of familiarity in your heart as you let the tone sink into your mind and rummage through the archives of your brain. “Hey, you need some help with that?”

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It's so long but I'm so ready

characters : escort!hoseok x reader 

genre : fake-dating!au, smut, fluff, angst, wedding shit

word count : 25k

warnings : oral, slow burn smut, implied infidelity

note : bc this is so long, i suggest reading it in ur browser

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Arms aching, and palms sweating in the summer sunlight, you strolled through the street, carrying a large brown paper bag with groceries inside, most of them a little too heavy for you, and you silently cursed yourself for not bringing the car. The sun burning down into the skin if your neck, you longed for the air-conditioning in your apartment to relieve your sticky body from the heat.  Children laughed as they played with the water spraying from the fire hydrant at the side of the street where you’d lived for little over four years now, the lush green trees shading you momentarily from the harsh sunlight as you meandered on, huffing under your breath as you juggled the food you’d purchased. The area you’d chosen to call your home was oddly suburban, given the fact it was situated within a thriving city. It seemed the perfect place to raise kids, and you smiled to yourself as you pictured your own children playing carelessly in the sunshine.

Five years ago, you had met the love of your life – Kim Taehyung. He’d introduced himself at a frat party you had attended with your close friend, Ellie, and from the moment you’d locked eyes with him, something in you had known he was the one. He was handsome, unbelievably so, his sultry brown eyes watching you curiously from beneath a dark tuft of hair. He was every girl’s dream man; tall, dark and handsome, and he was all yours, and had been for half a decade now. He’d helped with your transition, having been knew to the city, and he was nothing but kind to you, almost too shy to ask you on a date before he finally worked up the courage. You’d been smitten, and nothing had changed even as the years passed – though you’d both settled into life together, you still loved him more than anything. He was your first love, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

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