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Hi lovely mochi, would you mind writing one abt husband Hobi comforting reader after emotionally rough day? You don't have to, but I'd honestly cheer me up a bit 💞 thank you so much, sending love 💜

As if it wasn't enough of what happened in the morning, or the fact your battery ran low and your phone died, now it was raining. You groaned in frustration when some rain drops fell on your nose, followed by other hundred ones, wetting your thin summer dress and your brand bag, the one your dear husband, Hoseok, bought for you.

Your shared apartment was some streets away, one of your high heels was broken, now, hanging in your hand, so you couldn't run either. Sighing, you walked under the hard rain, shivering and crying.

At this point you weren't sure if your cheeks were wet of your tears or because of the abudant rain, when you entered your apartment.

"Babygirl, did where have you been?! I couldn't contact you- " Hoseok ended the phrase with a high pitched scream, realising in which state you were, in front of him.

"What happened?!" He asked you, worried, hurrying up to wrap a blanket around you, pulling you to his chest, where you broke into tears. Your shoulders were shaking while you let out a lot of hard sobs. At this point, Hoseok was worried about you, thinking of the worst.

Trying to get away your trembling hands, which where covering your sad and wet face, Hoseok forced you to look at him. "Y/N, jagiya... what happened?!" He was breathing hard as well, doesn't really knowing if he wanted to find out or not.

What if someone harmed you? What if you saw an accident?! What if you lost the baby?!

"Is the baby alright?!" He asked, placing one of his huge hands on your 6 weeks baby, who's little heart was beating in your womb.

"N-No. The baby i-is fine. I just ..." you showed him the broken heel in your hand. "I-I, my boss fired me, my hell broke while coming back home, I walked into the rain to our block." You were sobbing hard, honestly, you looked deplorable.

Hoseok understood then. You needed him. He took the heel out of your hand and set it on the table, from beside you two. Then he kneeled and took of your damages shoes, placing a kiss on each of your foot, trailing his soft lips up your legs, kissing your knees and following am invisible path up on one of your thighs.

You gasped of the gentle contact of his lips, on your cold and wet skin, a blush creeping on your cheeks. Getting up, Hoseok placed your arms around his strong neck, lifting you up from the ground, carrying you like a princess, straight to the bathroom, where he took of your wet clothes and turned on the warm water of the shower.

Carefully placing you under the water pressure, he stripped off his own clothes and entered the cabin, behind you, placing one hand on your little womb and the other one on your neck, letting your head fall back, on his shoulder. You allowed yourself to relax in his hold, his skin gently stroking your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"If you think better..." he whispered, placing a wet kiss on your right shoulder.

You hummed, waiting for him to continue. "It was better that you heel got broken. I told you it isn't good for a pregnant woman to wear high heels!"

And for the first time that day, you smiled.

@soft-hobi-hours 💖

Hello! I’m sorry you’re feeling sad for not receiving many requests recently, and I’m here to make one! I thought you were already working on some, that’s why I didn’t send any before :”) Can I request a Drabble where Hobi is jealous bc reader’s co-star (actor) is flirting with her in an interview? Hoseok could be backstage waiting for them to finish, and then he would show you and your co-star who you belong to. Feel free to change anything! Thank you, xoxo 🥰 (PS: Hobi could be in BTS)

It was annoying. Disgusting. Horrible. Inappropriate.

This is what Hoseok was thinking, watching your live interview you were taking to Yoo Seung -ho, who happened to be your favourite actor and was obviously flirting with you, right in front of his eyes, as if he wasn't there, as if he wasn't Jung Hoseok.

Rolling his eyes, he shifted his place from leg to leg.

Hoseok scoffed. He remembered that period when the drama was broadcasted at TV, a dark period to him, because instead of cuddling, talking, or even becoming intimate with him, you were spending your weekend nights watching that fucker. And you knew very well he had time for you only in weekends, since his schedule was full, because of the band's projects.

"So, Yoo Seung-ho nim. Can you, please, tell us about your last project, which ended on April the 30th, this year? It is one of my favourite dramas ever, I enjoyed every new episode." You said with a huge, bright smile on your face, staring at the man in front of you.

"Sure! That would be my pleasure! Memorist is based on the webtoon with the same title, by Jae-Hoo."

Hoseok wasn't even listening. He was analising the actor, hating the way he was smiling and staring at his girl.

"And also... knowing a beautiful woman like you, miss Y/N, watched my last project and knowing that you are one of my biggest fans flatters me a lot and warms me up inside. You should come over to my house, one day."

Hoseok narrowed his eyes, couldn't beliving his ears. "O-Oh?" You nervously laughed, a blush creeped on your cheeks, making you look beautiful even more and caused Hoseok to curse under his breath.

"You mean, you want me to take another interview?" You were so excited. Seung-ho shook his head and said something that made Hoseok's blood boil.

"That too, miss Y/N! But I was thinking that we can get to know each other more! "

Later on you where bended over the couch, your ass sore, tears streaming down your face, hands tied up at your back with your panties. You whimpered when Hoseok's hand colided with the sensitive skin of your red ass cheek, a loud sound filling the room.

"Continue counting!" He growled, smacking your ass with more force, making you almost jump forward. "T-Ten..." you mumbled, but it came out more like a whine.

"Why are you being punished, Y/N?" He asked, sarcasm sensed in his voice, while his palm made contact with your skin again. Whining loud, you answered him.

"I-I was a bad g-girl- "

But you couldn't finish, yelping in pain and pleasure, when your mad boyfriend grabbed a full fist of your hair, throwing your head back.

"Tell this to him!" He hissed in your ear, a wide smirk playing on his handsome face.

"I-I was a bad girl, I flirted with another man. M-My daddy is m-mad on me, I deserve to be punished!" you said between whines and whimpers from the smacks your daddy kept on giving you.

All under the stare of poor Yoo Seung-ho, who was tied up on a chair, his mouth muffled with his own tie, so he won't scream for help.

Author's note: hi, lovely! You are so sweet! I am sorry you had to wait one day for me to post this! I hope you enjoy your first request made by this Mochi! If you do, please remember that my asks are always open! Sending love!!💕

The CEO’s Tie

When your boss, Mr. Jung, has a favor to ask.

Word Count: 612

Hobi x reader (f)

I had gotten to the office earlier than normal. I couldn’t sleep and figured why not. I was greeted by the doorman, both of us nodding in acknowledgement. I head up to the top floor via the very spacious elevator. I swear this thing is bigger than the bathroom in my apartment. Walking out of the elevator, all I could hear was the clacking of my heels. I should come in earlier more often. It’s nice to not be disturbed. Once I reached my desk, I started setting everything up. I almost dropped my coffee mug when I heard a noise coming from my boss’s office. As scared as I was to open the door, I knew I couldn’t let an intruder snoop around Mr. Jung’s office. I took off my heels and grabbed one. Guess I can use this if need be. I quickly opened the door screaming “freeze” to be met by my very confused boss. I instantly put my heel back down to my side.

“Miss L/N, what in the world are you doing?” I noticed how flustered he was, and I’m sure I looked similar. 

“I’m sorry sir, I thought there was an intruder.”

“And you were planning to do what exactly if I was?”

“Attack him with my heel…” I looked down, realizing how dumb of an idea it was.

“Well, I appreciate your willingness to protect my office, but I don’t need my secretary getting hurt.”

“Yes sir. I’ll just go back to my desk.” As I began to turn around, I was interrupted by him clearing his throat.

“Could you, umm, actually help me with something?”

“Yes sir, of course. What do you need?”

“I seem to not be able to get my tie right this morning. Could you please tie it for me?”

I was a little taken aback. Mr. Jung had never asked me to do something like this. He wasn’t a bad boss; he just wasn’t this personal. I must have been standing there too long because I was brought back to the present by his voice.

“Never mind, that was a dumb question.”

“No sir, I can help you.” I set my heel down and walked over to him, taking the tie out of his hands. “I am here to help. I will do anything you ask of me.” 

“I am forever grateful.” He watched my movements. “How do you know how to tie and tie?”

“I used to work as a waitress, and it was part of our uniform.” I looked up from my hands to see him watching my face not my hands. I could feel a blush creep up my neck. He was handsome, but in a soft, light way. I knew he was handsome but being this close was almost shocking.

“Well, I didn’t know my secretary had so many talents.” He smiled at me. A smile I had never seen before. I couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you for your help, Miss L/N.”

“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else.” I then realized I still hadn’t taken my hands off the tie. I jerked them back, bowed a little bit, and turned to leave.

“There is one last thing I need.” I spun back around. “Please call my Hoseok when it’s just the two of us. We’ve worked together long enough.” Again with that smile.

“Yes sir. You can call me Y/N. I’m going to finish getting ready for the day. See you in a little bit,” I paused, “Hoseok.” With that, I left his office, with a smile bigger than I thought possible and a very blushed face.

My One and Only

Hobi x Reader

Summary: You decide to let Hobi eat you out for the first time. That’s is, pwp.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, oral(f.receiving), hair pulling, protected sex(pls be responsible), so many petnames, mentions of anxiety, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for this request! I hope this lives up to your expectations! Love you💜

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Hobi had been many of your firsts; first real boyfriend, first I love you, and that that pattern had continued into the bedroom. He’d always made you feel so safe and cared for, guiding you through anything new experience that you came across together.

But one of the things you had yet to do let him do was go down on you. The first time he asked, you’d actually said no, anxiety suddenly flaring up and getting the best of you, but he’d been nothing understanding and reassuring, reminding you that your comfort was his top priority and that the two of you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to.

But that was the thing, you definitely wanted to, in truth, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he brought it up, but sometimes your nerves just got the better of you, worried about doing the wrong thing, or not living up to yours or his expectations.

But tonight, after about a week or so, you’d gotten the courage to bring it back up to him, and couldn’t say that you regretted your decision, sat on his lap as you messily made out, arms looped around his neck as he gripped your hips, grinding you against him. He’d wanted to make sure you were turned on enough and ready for him, but after twenty minutes of kissing and teasing from him, you were bordering on desperate for more, painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs.

Hobi seemed to catch your shift in mood from the way you started to press harder against him, pulling back to look at you with hooded eyes.

“Are you ready?” He asked breathlessly.

“Mhm.” You nodded, ignoring the faint flutter of nerves that his words stirred.

“Hey,” He cupped your face gently. looking at you with so much adoration, you could cry. “Anytime that you start to feel uncomfortable, we can stop, okay? It’s no big deal.”

You nodded.

“You remember your words?”

“Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, Green for keep going.”

“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, laying you back on the bed.

He took his time on his descent, kissing and nipping his way down your chest and tummy, running his hands along your thighs light enough to raise goosebumps as he removed your bottoms, guiding your legs to spread wider so he could settle comfortably between them on his stomach.

You peered down at him as he planted open mouthed kisses along each of your thighs, sucking a small spot on the delicate skin that you’d likely feel for several days.

“Hobi.” You whined, squirming in his hold.

“Oh, now you’re impatient, hmm?” He chuckled, catching your hands as you tried to cover your face in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart,” He said soothingly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll quit teasing, okay? Just relax.”

He released your hands in favor of holding onto your hips, placing a kiss just above where you needed him before licking a broad stripe through your wet folds, making you jolt at the sensation.

“Fuck, knew you’d taste good.” He groaned, dipping back in for another taste, lapping up your wetness hungrily.

It felt like nothing you’d ever experienced, his warm tongue moving with careful precision, dipping into your entrance before coming back up to circle your clit, making you let out a whine.

“H-Hobi.” You moaned.

“Hmm? What is it, Love?” He asked sweetly, glancing up at you. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.” You sighed.

“You wanna try something?” He asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Okay.” You said, slightly nervous, but trusting him.

He leaned back in, laving over your clit with his tongue a few times before closing his lips around the soft bud and sucking, causing your back to arch off the bed as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, pleasure shooting through you the lightning.

He pulled away with a wet noise, scanning your face attentively.

“Color?” He asked.

“G-Green.” You staggered.

He dove back in, repeating the action a few more times, turning you into a writhing mess, your hands finding his hair as you scrambled for something to hold onto, tugging hard enough to earn a low groan from him.

“Sorry.” You immediately released your hold, but he caught your hands again, placing them back on his head.

“Do it again.” He nearly growled, looking up at you with an expression that had your stomach and cunt clenching.

You gave another sharp tug, making his eyes fall shut as he hissed, diving back into your heat with renewed intensity, doubling the pace of his ministrations and sending you rushing head-long towards your release.

“H-hobi, I’m-” You couldn’t finish the sentence, but he understood.

“Let go Baby, make a mess on my face.” He said, feeling your muscles twitching around him as you got closer.

Your high hit you like a freight train, a choked cry leaving you as your thighs clamped down around Hobi’s head, blocking his breathing, but he couldn’t care less at that moment. He’s sole focus was on working you through your orgasm, catching every last drop of your release, not stopping till you slumped against the bed, flinching from sensitivity.

Grinning proudly, he climbed back up the bed, your essence shining on his mouth and chin.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, stroking your face.

“Mhm.” You hummed, too blissed out to think properly.

“Does that mean we can do that again sometime?” He asked with a grin.

“You can do that whenever you want.” You said, making him laugh.

“I’ll bear that in mind.” He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. As you shifted closer, you became very aware of his hard cock pressed against your leg, stirring the heat in your lower belly again.

“Hobi.” You breathed against his lips. “Need you.”

“Already? Aren’t you tired?” He chuckled, but you shook your head, tugging him closer.

“Alright, my sweet baby.” He said, climbing off the bed to slip out his bottoms and grab a condom from the bedside drawer. You followed his movements closely, eyeing his bobbing cock with almost hungry eyes.

“You’re making me shy.” He giggled, catching your attention as he rolled the rubber down his length.

“Sorry.” You said, your cheeks heating up as you averted your eyes, feeling the mattress dip as he climbed back into the bed.

“I didn’t say you had to stop.“ He commented with a smirk, moving to hover over you as he kissed you softly. “Ready?”

“Very.” You replied, earning another chuckle from him that turned into a moan as he slipped inside you, filling you up slowly.

Your head fell back at the feeling of him stretching you out, leaving you throat exposed to Hobi to latch onto, kissing over the faint pink marks he’d left earlier as he waited for you to adjust to his length.

“Hobi.” You breathed after a moment.

“Move?”

“Please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, pulling all the way out before plunging back into you, setting a pace that quickly turned you both into moaning messes. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him even deeper and helping him hit that spot that had your toes curling.

“Hobi,” You panted. “Please, ‘m close.”

“I am too, Baby, cum with me.” He groaned, slipping a hand down to circle your clit, immediately sending you over the edge, making your clench around him tightly as he pounded into you even faster.

“Fuck, that’s-, I’m cumming!” He groaned, burying his face in your neck as his hips faltered, thrusting into you once, twice more before stilling as his cocked pulsed inside you, spilling into the condom.

You ran your hands along his back as you both caught your breath, causing him to nearly doze off on top of you before pulling back to look at you dreamily.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, are you?” You asked, amused by his dazed expression.

“I’m great.” He grinned. “I could even go again, if you want?”

You laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re amazing.” He said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Alright, we should get cleaned up. Wanna join me in the shower?”

“So long as it’s just a shower.” You gave him a look.

“I’ll behave.” He promised, pulling away and helping you up. “But I’m not responsible if you start something.”

You showered in relative silence, leaning into each other’s touch as you washed away the sweat and cum before toweling off and climbing back into bed together, feeling sleep threatening to overtake you as soon as you laid your head on his chest.

“I love you.” You mumbled drowsily.

“I love you too, my sweetheart,” His whispered reply was the last thing you heard before falling asleep in his arms. “My one and only.”

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bts reaction to you having short hair

@legeusell asked “Hi :) Can you write scenarios where bts has girlfriends with short hair? thanks 💜”

a/n: bro this is so long overdue it’s embarrassing, so sorry about the astoundingly long wait on your request. also I used to have short hair back in the day for most all of my early childhood until late middle school, but that was a long ass time ago, so if some stuff in here sounds weird or not relatable, that is why and I'm sorry. hope everyone enjoys regardless 

warnings: swearing, this is unedited so yikes don’t kill me pls, also some how Jungkook’s got like super long so yikes, sorry about that

s e o k j i n 

Jin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the best thing on planet earth.

His favorite thing is when you wake up and you have really bad bed head, he just points at your messy hair and laughs his ass off. Before he could say anything more, you make sure to turn the taunting right back at him, giggling at his own hair sticking up in a million different directions.

If your hair has a similar length to his, even if it isn’t anything remotely like his, he will try his damndest to style it to look like his. Has he been successful? no. Does that stop him from trying again another day? no.

“Jin, will you fucking stop? I would like to have hair when I’m thirty thank you.”

“Y/N, light of my life, the yin to my yang, I love you so much, but stop fucking moving. Don’t you want to look like the pinnacle of beauty, the aphrodite of all the human race, the-”

“I never said that, I said that I want hair when I’m thirty, but that seems unlikely due to the force you are pulling my hair at right now.”

“Well it sounds like your fault that you hair is no match for my sheer unbridled arm strength,” he replied, his hands leaving your hair to dramatically flex his muscles.

y o o n g i

This man would not care what length your hair was at, he is indifferent to things like that. Now that doesn’t mean he thinks you look adorable with your short locks.

Yoongi will never admit this to anyone because he fears it will make him look soft. (Don’t tell him, but everyone knows this man is soft all day everyday, but he refuses to accept his softness, so keep this on the down low).

His softness especially comes out when the two of you are laying on the couch late one night, just watching movies or dramas, and you drift off to sleep with your head in his lap. He makes sure you’re asleep and his hand creeps down to you short tuffs and lazy strokes his hand through you hair, lulling you further into sleep. He’ll smile down at your sleeping form and lightly scratch your scalp, his smile will only widen when you snuggle further into his lap.

Whenever you wear a cute headband or scarf or clip in your hair, he will just admire you and stare at you with the most loving gaze you’ve ever seen.

You blush and look down at your feet, “what are you staring at, you wierdo.”

His smile widens, “just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

h o s e o k

He adores your short hair, he loves to play with it and he has no shame about it either, it’s like therapeutic to him.

If his day at the studio has been rough, whether it’s in the dance studio or inside Hope World, whenever he’s just feeling stressed, he looks forward to going home and relaxing with you. This relaxing involves the two of you laying in bed, your head on his chest and him stroking your hair, an activity that both calms and relaxes him immensely.

He also likes to tuck flowers behind you ear. This happens every time the two of you go out for a walk to get some fresh air. Every so often one of your dates on date night is to go for a long stroll in the park.

Hobi gets especially giddy for these walks in the sping time due to all the flowers blooming around you. He has such hard time deciphering which flower he wants to pick to place behind you ear. Does he want a flower to compliment your hair or your eyes? Does he want one that matches your outfit? The options are almost overwhelming. He just loves how cute you look with your hair tucked behind your ear and a flower placed along side it.

n a m j o o n 

Namjoon thinks your short hair is the coolest thing ever. He adores the way your short hair can make you look feminine but also, if styled correctly, make you look super punk rock.

He likes how your choice in having short hair not only makes you stand out but also challenges the status quo of long, feminine hair.

He loves when you style your locks to look fluffy and tousled, then pairing it with a cute sundress, making you look so pretty and soft. But then the next day you style your hair the exact same way, but this time you’re wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a band tee. He took one look at you and his knees went weak.

You know that phrase “the duality of man,” well that was exactly what Joon was thinking when he saw you. One day you look fluffy and soft and the next you look like you could stick it to the man, all with the cutest hair style on planet earth, at least in Namjoon’s humble opinion, which is not biased at all, why would you even assume such a thing.

j i m i n 

Jimin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the cutest thing ever. If you dye your hair a lot, he will one hundred percent beg you to dye your hair whatever color his hair was supporting. The idea of the two of you having matching hair sent him into a flurry of softness. Matching hair with the cutest girl in the world? yes please.

“Jagi, what color are you gonna dye your hair?” Jimin wonders as the both of you stroll though the hair dye aisles of the beauty supply store.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet, I was thinking maybe blue or purple,” you respond. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. You were tired of your blue hair. Earlier in the year you had dyed it a dark blue, then a few months later you chopped off you hair to (your current hair style). Now it’s faded to a light blue and you were ready for a change of pase.

“Have you ever considered silver?” He pondered, placing and innocent facade on and looking at you with big doe eyes.

You smile and look over at your boyfriend, “but that’s your hair color.”

“Oh is it? I must have forgotten,” he smiles mischievously at you. “Now that you mention it, it would be pretty cute if you matched with me.”

You thought about it for a little bit, to hell to it, why not? It’s just hair, if you didn’t like it, you could grow it out and chop it off in a few months, or dye it another color.

“You know what? Fuck it, lets match.”

“Hell yeah! Oh I’m so excited, we’re gonna be so cute, baby!” He giggles, almost vibrating with excitement.

t a e h y u n g 

Taehyung loves you. He loves your cute short hair. He loves fashion.

Put all of these things together and you get playing dress up with Taehyung. He loved to pick out your outfits for you and styling your hair to compliment the outfit.

“Tae, you’ve already made me try on three outfits, can’t we do something else now?”

“Just one more, baby, please?” he pleaded, his big hopeful eyes contrasting the deep baritone of his voice.

You sigh in response and he takes it as a sign of reluctant compliance. You hear him rummaging around in the closet for a few moments before he emerges with a smile on his handsome face with the clothes he’s picked out hidden behind his back.

“Go change in the bathroom, I want there to be a big reveal for this one. I think this one is the best one yet.” He quickly shoves the clothes into your arms before spinning you around and walking you towards the bathroom so you could change.

The outfit he’s picked out for your is a dark red, almost maroon, turtleneck and tight black dress pants with vertical, thin white stripes on them. The turtleneck comes as no surprise, he loves the way your hair frames your face and you have to admit, this outfit looks stunning on you.

Once you emerge from the bathroom, Taehyung looks up from his phone where he is sat on the edge of the bed.

A boxy smile appears on his face as he speaks, “you look fucking stunning, my love.”

You had been contemplating cutting you hair for a while now, you just couldn’t decide how much you wanted to cut off nor could you decide on a style. You were also worried that you would regret cutting it off.

Last week you decided you would chop a good chunk of it off at cut it to about (hair length). And today was your appointment. Today was also the day that Jungkook would be coming home from bts’ world tour, he would be arriving later tonight.

Your nerves were heightened as you sat in the salon chair. Once the stylist was finished, she spun the chair around so you could face the mirror. You gasped as you saw your new hair in the mirror, you absolutely loved it! It suited you so well, you knew Jungkook was gonna flip.

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Later that night you were in the kitchen cleaning up some old dishes while you waited for Jungkook to come home.

You heard the sound of the front door swing open and immediately after Jungkook calls out in a sing-song voice, “Honey. I’m home!”

You turn away from the sink just in time to see him rushing into the kitchen before abruptly stopping several feet away from you. His mouth was agape slightly as he took in your new hairdo.

You blushed and looked away from his intense stare mutter out, “say something, please.”

His mouth closes quickly and he straightens up and rushes over to you cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head so the two of you made eye contact, a huge smile on his face. “You look so cute, baby girl! I love this new hair, you’re glowing! I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but look at you now!”

As his little fangirl moment comes to an end, he wraps you up in a suffocating hug. You smile and giggle and you snuggle closer to his chest.