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Póster Jung hoseok 18-08-2021
By: Mariana Gaxiola
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Physical compensation
This is my first time writing fanfiction ('cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn't count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousands of grammar errors here, I apologize.
Pairing: Taehyung x OC
Summary: Taehyung and Florence spend some quality time together before meeting Jimin and Gabin.
Word Count: 1696
Warnings: Smut, oral sex, voyeurism, intercourse, creampie, aftercare
OoOo (오넷) - Closer
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Florence checked her reflection on the mirror before opening the door to Taehyung. He smiled at her. It had been a week since they last saw each other and her heart raced at the sight of him as if that was their first date.
“Hey, you!” Tae said, wrapped in Len's arms. "I didn't expect such an effusive greeting" he continued, bending down a little to press his lips against hers.
"It's. Been. A. Week. Since. I. Last. Saw. You" Len explained, giving him a peck after each word. “Besides, I'm going to meet your best friend and his girlfriend for the first time. I’m freaking out, ok? Anxiety does weird things to me”.
"Waaa, Len-ah! You should have told me before that getting nervous would make you throw yourself into my arms and kiss me so much" He said speaking in satoori.
Florence punched him on the arm jokingly and pulled him into the apartment, not even letting him take off his shoes. Determined to spend some quality time alone, Taehyung had arranged to meet Jimin and his girlfriend Gabin an hour later. There was no denying that he had missed her. Much. But his trip to Japan with the members had been great, even ARMY commented on how happy he looked lately.
“How did it go?” Florence asked, guiding him toward the small sofa.
"Great. But I already told you that." Taehyung replied, taking off his shoes. "How was your presentation?"
"Well... Amazingly well actually" She said straightening her back. Strands of her long, wavy brown hair fell forward as she placed her arms between her crossed legs to lean toward him."Sunbae is delighted with my idea. Any day now, my banner and my - well our - slogan will be everywhere, I feel it."
"It's all yours," Taehyung muttered, gently tucking Len's hair behind her ear. "The slogan, I mean"
The girl smiled. They hadn't been together for too long, yet she felt closer to Taehyung than she had ever felt with any of her ex-boyfriends. They hadn't even said "I love you" to each other. Florence could have told him, she had fallen in love with him quickly and passionately —like all artists do or at least that’s what her mother would have told her — but she had decided to wait until she was completely sure and that it was not a temporary infatuation.
It wasn’t.
Taehyun looked at her as she looped one leg over his, sitting on his lap. "What a relief" she said slowly. "I couldn't have paid you the royalties".
"Lucky you," Tae replied, dragging his hands from her knees to her waist. "However, I wouldn’t object some physical compensation"
“I see”
Their lips met, Len moved her lips slowly against Taehyung's, in the same rhythm as her hips rocked back and forth brushing their crotches.
“Bed” She murmured, getting up from his lap. Her room was only separated from the living room / kitchen by a small white bookcase that wanted to give the feeling of separation between those spaces.
Len went to the desk in front of the bed, and left her phone there playing some soft and sensual music. Taehyung came closer, as she set it up. Resting his lips on the girl's neck and the tip of his nose brushing her earlobe.
"So pretty," he said running his hands from her shoulders to her collarbones and down, between her breasts. "So fucking sexy" he continued as he cupped them on his big hands.
Florence took a step to the side, exposing the two of them in front of the mirror that covered the small space between the corner of the room and the window. It hadn't taken her long to realize that Taehyung liked being able to see what he was doing to her, almost as if he was watching an erotic movie. And she couldn't lie, being able to see made her even more horny.
"What do we have here" his voice deep and slow as he unfastened the buttons of her crop top and lower the cups of her bra, leaving her breasts exposed beautifully held by the piece of clothing.
“Whatever you want, I can make it happen” Taehyung sang completely covering the sweet and slow voice of the singer.
His hands roamed her breasts, stroking them, squeezing them, playing with her nipples. Florence closed her eyes, feeling the tips of his fingers. His lips found her neck again, leaving little wet kisses. Her skin got goose bump, feeling his lips, his breath... She moaned and pulled her arms back, combing his now long black hair.
“You wanted physical compensation, didn't you?” Florence said before guiding Taehyung's head towards her and bringing their lips together.
He pulled away for a moment, fixing his big dark eyes on her. "I thought that was what I was getting right now" he said with a smirk.
Florence smirked back at him and pushed herself away from his body. "Not at all," she replied, making Taehyung take a few steps back, "Just games". The back of his knees hit the bed and Taehyung flopped down on it.
“Just games?”
She leaned down and brought their lips together again. "Yup, just games."
Florence knelt in front of him, slowly. His bulge was visible through his black pants. Her mouth watered, it had been too long and Len longed to be able to please Taehyung with her mouth. It wasn't often that he let her take the lead, which she didn't care too much about, but when her mouth was on him... she just loved having total control over him, make him feel good.
Her hands stroked from his knees to the inside of his thighs, almost touching his bulge. Taehyung gasped, following the girl's hands with his gaze. Her index finger ran up his crotch agonizingly slow. He moved looking for more contact.
"Stay still, Taehyung-ah" Len said moving her hand away. Their eyes met and she lowered her head, still with her eyes on him, and kissed him over his pants. "I'll have to stop if you move".
He didn't say anything, but threw his head back, trying to control himself. Florence's hands soon found the button on his pants and she pulled them off along with his underwear. His cock broke free, hitting his toned abdomen to lend towards her right after at the height of her mouth.
"What do we have here" She repeated what he had said to her earlier. “I've really missed your cock”
He grabbed a pillow from the bed to put under her knees so she could be comfortable. Once in a good position, Florence reached up into his lap and started to jack him off.
“Fuck, Len”
Her mouth started to leave a little kiss trail on the inner part of Taehyung's thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls. When she was close enough she put one in her mouth, sucking and playing with it with her tongue. He pushed her hair out of her face so he could see what she was doing to him and groaned. Then she switched to the other one, still stroking his cock.
“God, babe. You feel so fucking good!”
His eyes half closed, his mouth parted, the blush on his cheeks. Florence could feel how turned on he was, yet he was able to speak too much still. Starting at the root, Len worked her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head. She gave that area some licks and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft.
“Babe… Oh, babe please”
"Don't wanna play?" Florence said with her lips resting on the head of his cock. "You just want me to fuck you with my mouth?"
"Please"
She put her lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. She had always liked giving blowjobs, she felt so powerful and desirable. Taehyung seemed to particularly like them and that motivated her even more. He groaned loudly and began to move his hips up and down as Florence lowered her mouth over his cock, getting it deep inside her mouth.
“I want to fuck you, oh… babe”
Len pulled his length out of her mouth and gave him one last lick looking into his eyes. Taehyung picked her up by her armpits and laid her on the bed. They kissed sloppily, before he kisses down her body to the waistband of her denim skirt.
He pulled her skirt up to her waist and pulled her tights off along with her thong.
“So pretty” He murmured, stroking her warm and wet pussy with his fingers. “Did sucking me off get you this horny, love? I would slide right in, and I haven't even touched you that much”
“Fuck me then”
Taehyung lowered himself and sucked her clit a couple of times as he fingered her before he positioned himself in front of her entrance.
“How do you want it?”
"Rough. Be rough, Tae. Make me cum"
He slid into her with a push, they both moaned and brought their lips together. Strands of saliva linked them each time their mouths parted to see the point where their bodies met.
"Look how I bury myself inside you" moaned Taehyung "You're so wet".
He kept moving inside her, brushing her sweet spot with the head of his cock every time he slid inside her. Florence moaned and began to move her hips, very close to orgasm.
"I'm going to come, baby" she said against his lips. "Please touch me, make me come".
Taehyung rubbed her clit eagerly, feeling himself closer and closer to his orgasm.
"Come for me, babe. Clench around me".
"Taehyung!" she moaned loudly.
Taehyung hide his head in the crook of her neck as he fell her clench around him. Unable to stop himself, he cum sharply inside her with her still shaking from her own orgasm.
“We should get going" Florence said after a long kiss.
"Yeah" he muttered. "I clean you up"
The museum
This is my first time writing fanfiction ('cause writing on Wattpad at twelve years old doesn't count, right?) so take it easy on me, pls. Also, wanted to point out that English is not my first language, you are most likely going to find thousands of grammar errors here, I apologize.
You can find the rest of Rm's headcanon universe fics here. And my Masterlist here.
Pairing: Namjoon x OC
Summary: After two years Namjoon and Nabi meet again, this time in Seoul.
Word Count: 928
Warnings: None
2 years later…
Namjoon entered the next room. This was filled with works of his favorite abstract painter. The blue, withe and brown colors gave him a gratifying sense of peace.
It was the first week after the world tour that he had done with the other members. He had loved every second, but it felt good to be back home. And it was even better when he could have a little free time and visit different places without having to worry about his busy schedule.
He found a painting in the corner of the room especially interesting. The colors of this one, unlike the others, were bright. Red, orange, yellow... it looked like a sea of leaves on a windy day. In wonder, he stared at it for a long time. So much so that he only heard the steps and the voice of a woman when a group of people entered the room.
"... with his work he wanted to materialize his deep depression and relate it to the seasons of the year. For this reason we can see many of them in blue and ..."
Namjoon turned abruptly when he recognized the voice. Two years had passed and still he could remember that girl. Her appearance was exotic, she didn’t look white but didn’t look Asian either. Her hair was much shorter than the last time he had seen her and it had been dyed a silver color that gave her a modern yet elegant touch. Despite being far away, Namjoon could see her big round hazel eyes and full lips, half covered by the head mic.
The group of North European women and men listened attentively throughout the explanation before beginning to pace the room. Namjoon wondered if he should approach her, the last time he had seen her she had shot out of the restaurant loaded with garbage bags, trying to avoid him. The sexual tension had been there, of that he was sure. They had shared some of the best sex of his life despite having been fast and in the bathroom of a restaurant. In addition, he had been completely captivated by her way of speaking. She spoke to the members so confidently, so full of knowledge, that Namjoon couldn't help but feel a connection to her.
"Fuck it," he told himself.
With his hands in the pockets of his overolls Namjoon walked over to her.
Nabi felt someone behind her and turned before that person could say anything.
"Yes sir?" She said seconds before her eyes met the young man's.
"Hello" said Namjoon.
The girl's eyes widened in complete surprise. Namjoon realized that he had held his breath, if she hadn't remembered him he would have felt like an idiot.
"Hello"
"Do you work here now?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.
Nabi looked at him for a long time. She couldn't believe it. It had been a long time and what they had shared had been fleeting, but she remembered it very well. In fact trying to forget it would have been stupid, since she had moved to Seoul, a year and a half ago, there was not a day that the faces of the BTS boys did not appear on some poster or screen on her way to the museum.
"Ah, yes" Nabi replied with a slight shake of her head. "Painting has always fascinated me more than playing to guess the famous person by their nose" she joked referring to one of the games they had played in the show where they met.
"I don't blame you, I think the same myself"
The girl smiled and Namjoon smiled back at her. It felt good to be able to talk to her. He had thought of Nabi more times than he wanted to admit, the boys had even joked about his supposed crush on her every time he lost himself in thought for a long time.
Namjoon was not someone who believed in fate, however, the fact that they had met again made him think that it had some meaning.
"Fuck it" he thought again.
"Nabi, I ..."
An older woman interrupted him, patting the girl on the back.
"Excuse me Miss, where is the toilet?”
"Oh, from here it's a bit tricky" Nabi said. "I show you the way".
Namjoon pursed his lips and tipped his head back. Both women walked away, after Nabi asked him to wait a moment. Frustrated, he stayed where he was, rocking back and forth until he saw her enter again.
“Hopefully she’ll be able to fine the way back” Nabi commented, pinning her hair behind her ear. "What were you saying?"
Namjoon shook his head trying to find the right words. "Would you like to go have a coffee?"
"That would be nice"
"Today?"
"Not on Mondays or Wednesdays" she denied making a face. "I can give you my number, any other day I would be happy to go"
Namjoon pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his overalls and offered it to the girl who quickly typed in her phone number.
"Tomorrow?" He tried again, hoping he didn't sound desperate.
Nabi looked surprised for a moment, but replied "Tomorrow sounds good."
"Then I'll come get you, if it sounds good"
"I'll see you tomorrow at six, then" Nabi said smiling. "I usually use the back exit, it's probably more convenient for you. The main street gets crowded during the sharp hours" she continued, taking a few steps back. "We should get going now".
"Okay. See you tomorrow."
Sensations | PART 1
Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Chef!Yoongi
Warnings: None
You looked up at the big clock. The red numbers seemed to move at the speed of light now that there were barely twenty minutes left until time was up.
The rest of the contestants seemed relaxed. All of them had experience, some had even worked in the kitchens of the most prestigious chefs in Asia and Europe, and all you had was a diploma. Nobody ever overlooked it, your lack of experience had been mentioned at least twice in the nine episodes leading up to the final and even your kitchen seemed extremely childish, as if it had been taken out of a dollhouse, with its baby blue cabinets and pastel colored utensils.
You moved fast, cutting and pouring ingredients into the pot, checking the dessert in the oven and dressing the meat. While you were doing it you could see your grandmother, sitting behind the cameras. Her short legs barely reached the ground and her round cheeks were stained red from the heat of the stoves.
"My little girl is fierce as a lion" she had told all the neighbors. "You already know her, when something gets into her head, no one can stop her."
"Ten minutes left, chef's"
Your eyes went to the clock once more. Ten minutes. The tension could be felt in the air, the facades of tranquility with which the contestants had hidden themselves began to unravel. Whispers, small blows, grunts, sighs ... every little thing of those gave you peace of mind, no matter how much or who they had worked with, all of them were fighting to get what would be, surely, the greatest opportunity of their careers.
The clock reached zero and you, like the rest of the contestants, raised both arms. Your luck was cast. Your menu proposal was simple, a modernized traditional Korean dish and a chocolate coulant with wild berries, gracefully plated.
The four of you approached the table where the judges would taste each of your dishes. The first was Bae Shin-hye, she was in her mid-thirties and her career was admirable at best. Her dishes had an exotic touch while maintaining the essence of the Korean cuisine. Park Juwon then presented his dishes, emphasizing the great French influence of his food due to his studies in Paris. And was followed shortly after by Lee SeoJoon, his approach was somewhat more risky, moving further away from Korean cuisine and focusing more on the European. Then it was your turn.
"Our youngest contestant" Said the host of the show when you took a step forward. "Explain to us, Y/N, what you have prepared today."
Your eyes wandered between the three judges for a second. You knew them all, even before the program, you had read many articles about each of them and their work. Kim Hayun was sweet and friendly like her food, with it she was able to make you feel at home, almost as if you were eating a meal cooked by your grandmother while playing with tastes and textures. Choi Doyun had a completely different style, he understood cooking as a science, as if the ingredients were pieces of a puzzle that had to be put together. And lastly Min Yoongi. He was the youngest of the three and the one who accumulated the most awards. All the kitchen critics agreed that through his dishes Min Yoongi was able to tell a story, his cooking was much more than food, it was an experience.
Your eyes met the young man's dark eyes, before you began to speak.
"My plate is a little more traditional than that of my peers" you started. "Even so, I wanted to give it a different touch, modernize it a bit, keeping its essence"
Words kept coming out of your mouth, explaining why you decided to cook that, why its placement in a certain way, etc. until the judges taste it. Your mouth snapped shut and your eyes flicked between their faces, trying to decipher their expressions. Hayun grinned widely after taking a bite and Doyun nodded repeatedly. Your face and your whole body relaxed, being that the first time you got rid of your Poker face that day. But your gesture trembled when you looked at Chef Min. His face was impassive, almost as if he was bored. He made no approving movement, Yoongi just put his chopsticks on the table and stood up again.
The host of the program announced a break for the publicity, as the three judges left to exchange views and decide the winner. You looked back at your grandmother who raised both thumbs with a huge smile on her face. She was sure from the moment you were accepted into the show, you were going to win. You had been through too much, Grandma had said, God could only put something good in your way now. If you believed, her words would have been comforting.
You looked at the judges, away from everyone deciding the future of all of you. They talked quietly, almost as if they were talking about something as tribal as the weather, while the rest moved fast or waited, as you four did.
"And we are back" announced the host. "We have spent the last nine weeks watching our chefs fight for their place on this show. Each one of them with different dishes that represented a challenge to them. Today our judges, Min Yoongi, Kim Hayun and Choi Doyun, will decide which one of them will win the prize and a place as a chef in our judge Min Yoongi's three-star Michelin restaurant, Sensations".
Everything seemed to move very fast from that moment, when you realized it only you and Park Juwon were left in front of the judges. That was the moment, they were going to announce the winner and the other would be in second place, without a prize and without the greatest job opportunity you could dream of.
"You have all given your best every week, you have shown your ability not only to us but to the whole country. Not winning does not mean that the world ends, many doors will open for you from now on. Choose wisely" Yoongi started, addressing to all the contestants.
You looked down, unconvinced by his words. What opportunity could be presented in front of you that would be better than a fortune as a prize and a job in one of the best restaurants in South Korea?
"So ... we have seen your improvement every week, you have worked hard" Hayun started to speak, drawing your attention.
"Yes, you have done a great job" continued Doyun "Unfortunately there can only be one winner. The decision has been difficult, you both deserve first place for your work, perseverance and talent."
"The winner is..."
You turned to Juwon before Yoongi could announce the winner. He had addressed everyone when he had spoken, yet his words had seemed like an explanation. You were sure who was going to be the winner.
"Park Juwon".
You bowed to everyone, thanking them for their work and receiving congratulations on your second place on the show, before heading to your grandmother with a bouquet of flowers in your hands.
"I haven't won but..." you said, handing her the flowers. "Second place isn't bad at all, right? It's still the Top 3".
"You have done well, darling." She said, patting your hand before picking up the bouquet. "For me you are the number one."
"Well of course, what else could you say? I have inherited and learned everything from you."
"You definitely didn't get it from your mother."
"You never taught her, maybe she was a genius"
"Maybe. Unfortunately we will never know."
You smiled sadly and held out her walker. "Let's go home, Grandma"
The woman put the flowers on the seat on her walker and stood up with your help. It felt bittersweet, as if you had cooked a good dish that was missing something to be complete.
You heard someone yell your name, just as you and your grandmother started walking. You recognized the voice instantly. His appearance was completely different from just a few minutes ago. He had pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it.
"Yes, Chef?"
"I will open a door for you"
"Excuse me?"
"I want you in my kitchen"
And just like that, the missing ingredient was presented to you, completing the dish that you had been cooking for so long.
Hello everyone! Nice to meet y'all...This is my new account! I deleted the last one. BTS and ARMY, fighting!😍💜💜💜💜💜
Can someone pls tell me if this is a thing or 🤔
Why do 6 of their photos have like a white light-polaroid vibe hitting them from the front.
Then there’s Taehyung.
And he’s glowing.
Under a YELLOW light.
And it’s shining from above him ☀️
{bts!moodboard} #HAPPYJHOPEDAY!
{bts!tua!mooodboard!au} ❝ on the twelfth hour of the first day of october nineteen eighty-nine, forty-three women around the world gave birth. this was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. sir reginald hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible. He got seven of them. ❞
{bts!harry potter au! aesthetic} ❝ Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus ❞
{bts!moodboard} ❝ hello to my hope world ❞
