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Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - One

Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings:~ this is my first ever fic, slightly OOC BTS, allude to sexy times, this is an AU <3

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“Kookie? Why are you being so quiet?" I hum, moving his hair from his face as he sways gently back and forth.

"I'm tired, noona." His eyelashes flutter, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around my waist. He shoves his face into my neck, a loud yawn breaking through his mouth.

"You can probably sleep on the plane until we get there."

"But I wanna spend time with you, baby." He hums into my neck, planting a sloppy kiss there before returning to just relaxing.

"We'll be spending the first day unpacking and sleeping away jet lag anyway, Jungkook. We'll still be spending time together." Another yawn breaks out of his mouth, the warm air tickling my neck slightly.

"Why did we have to leave so early?" Taehyung joins in the cuddle session, attaching to my right side and burying his face there as he complains.

"It was easier to get an earlier flight, and you both agreed."

"Hush, babe. You're meant to be sympathising with us."

"I'm sorry, my poor husbands. When we get onto the plane, I'll be sure to tuck you boys in and make sure the others don't wake you until we land, okay?"

"Are you making fun of us?"

"Of course not. I just wanna make sure my boys are ok."

"When you kids have finished talking about life and it's hardships, we can start boarding the plane." Yoongi calls out, securing his carry-on bag as he helps Namjoon put suitcases onto the conveyor to be weighed.

"Has anyone managed to go over the weight limit yet?" I separate myself from Taehyung and Jungkook, moving to stand next to Yoongi, kissing him on the cheek.

"Jimin had to take out a few things to stuff in his carry-on, and Hoseok snuck a few of his skincare things into your suitcase. The rest of us have been fine." He glances at me, intertwining our fingers as he adjusts his opposite arm.

"How's your shoulder? The sling ok?" I glance at his face, stroking his 'good arm' with the hand not holding his, before planting another kiss on his cheek.

"I'm gonna leave it on until we get off the plane, the physical therapist only said to use it when I feel like the limb's getting exhausted. It doesn't really hurt anymore, but Jin-Hyung still made me pack the pills incase."

"Good. You know how unpredictable it can be." He turns his head, eyes locking with mine as he moves in for a kiss. His arm locked around my waist, making sure I can't move. Our lips continue to fight against one another, before a hard shove forces us apart. We separate, looking at Namjoon, who rolls his eyes at us.

“You can make-out on the plane, we need to start boarding. Plus, one of the hostesses was staring and you know we don't like to share with anyone that isn't us." He grabs my other hand, shoving the passports and boarding passes into my bag.

"Chances of us starting the honeymoon on the plane?" I stage-whisper into his ear, making sure to quickly kiss his neck as an add-on.

"Noona!" Taehyung and Jungkook complain from behind us, one of them landing a slap on my bottom.

"You two! In the front with me!" Jin barks, eyes rolling dramatically as he stares them down.

"Thank you, baby." I blow him an air kiss, him catching it in mid-air before blowing his own. I attempt to catch it with the hand currently in Yoongi's, resulting in a weird shuffle of limbs.

We slowly move towards the gate, steps exhausted and faces covered with masks and hoodies. Jin leads the group with the hostess and guards, Taehyung and Jungkook behind them. Hoseok and Jimin follow, talking in hushed tones and Jimin's carry-on looking really heavy. Lastly, it's Namjoon, me and Yoongi, holding hands. Behind us are some guards, very large and grumpy sounding men, who won't be joining us on the plane. I feel sorry for them, having to get up this early just to escort us to the airport and to the plane before going home.

We carry on walking for a little while, taking some empty hallways before arriving outside in-front of the private plane we'll be taking. The hostess next to Jin takes a deep bow before leaving, another one appearing from the steps on the plane, greeting us with what looked to be an excited and genuine smile.

"She won't be that happy when she realises what kind of stuff she'll be scrubbing from the seats." Jimin mutters, giggles and snorts erupting from the rest of us, except Jin and Namjoon.

"Jimin!" Namjoon hisses, smacking his ass in warning. We only giggle harder, however, when Jimin lets out a tiny moan and a wink at Namjoon.

Slowly but surely, we make our way up the stairs, greeting the pilots and hostesses. Smirking at Yoongi's back in-front of me, I start to rub my ass against Namjoon's front and palm Yoongi's ass. I hear hisses from the both of them, a smack bouncing off my right cheek before rubbing afterward.

"Keep teasing babygirl, see what happens." Namjoon whispers, grabbing my other hand that was rubbing Yoongi.

"It's our honeymoon, don't be too mean hyung." Jimin stage-whispers, throwing me a wink over his shoulder.

After shuffling down the hall, we randomly pick seats. It's not like we'd be staying there anyway, there's pods and beds we'd most likely be using.

"I call dibs on the seat next to my gorgeous wife." Jin grabs my arm, yanking me down next to him while the other boys groan.

"Fine! Then I call dibs on the bed with Noona!" Taehyung giggles, kissing me on the head as he takes the seats behind us with Yoongi.

"Me too! I wanna get in the bed!" Jungkook shouts from across the plane, a tired pout on his lips.

"No one is getting in that bed for anything other than sleeping purposes." Namjoon scolds, tapping the back of Jungkook's head.

"I'd like to try and see you stop me. It's our honeymoon, we should be chilling out for a bit. Please, Namjoon-oppa?" I pout, obnoxiously fluttering my eyelashes at him. I feel Jin move next to me, mimicking my expression with his plump lips.

"Not on the plane. Please." I huff, turning and grabbing Jin, pressing his lips to mine. He quickly follows, hand at the back of my neck as he tries to pull me in closer, lips smacking.

"Um. Can we get anyone any drinks for takeoff? And can everyone please put their carryons in the cubbys provided, before fastening their seatbelts?" We separate, hungry eyes roaming over one another. Our stares are interrupted after a heavy SLAM! noises above us, confusion present on our faces.

"Please, put your bags away." The hostess shoots us a fake smile, storming back off to the front of the cabin near the drinks tray. I frown at her, sliding out of my seat to abide by her command. I hear Jin huff, following after me. He stands behind me, dragging his erection in his sweatpants against my asscheek.

"She's just jealous, babygirl. Come on." He whispers, helping me put my bag on the shelf whilst still rubbing himself against me.

"We should wait, like Joon said. I'm not too pretty right now." I slide from under him, sitting back down in my seat, pretending to fiddle with the seatbelt. He yanks my face towards him, a growl leaving his mouth.

"Say that again, I dare you. You are our gorgeous wife, even in an oversized shirt and messy hair. Especially in those. Don't listen to jealous people. I love you." He gently pecks my lips, pulling away for an Eskimo kiss.

"Love you too."

"We all love one another. Now please, sit down so we can take off?"

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Two

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Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon! 

Warnings:~ 18+, smut, Jungkook centric! - smut under Keep Reading! sorry if this is cringe 0_o

hello! this ‘story’ is going to be about 10 chapters long, and I’ll publish when I can (looking about twice a week at the moment!)

"Should I go for the black one piece or the spotted two piece?" I hold up the two options, the boys looking uninterested sat on the floor.

"Neither. It's a private pool. You can be naked." Jimin deadpans, eyebrow cocked in annoyance.

"We're going to the beach first! And I don't feel like walking around with my tits out."

"Please do, Noona. Please walk around with your tits out." Jungkook's eyes have glazed over, staring at my chest with no shame.

"You like my tits, Kookie? Wanna come help Noona get dressed?" I squish them together, cleavage getting bigger and Jungkook's eyes getting wider. He nods quickly, jumping up and dragging me to the bathroom whilst the other boys shouted and tried to stop us.

"Noona? Can we do the thing?" He's locked the bathroom door, pressing me against it with a hard kiss, teeth clashing against one another. He separates, putting the swimwear on the counter before trailing a few kisses up my neck.

"Which thing Guk? The boob thing?" He nods quickly, his eyes glazed over and wide. I pull off the vest I'm wearing, throwing it to the side and getting to my knees. By the time I look up, his shorts are around his ankles and his boxers around his thighs. I move him to sit on the side of the bath, smiling at him.

"You're so hot." He whines as I slowly kiss him before I make my way towards his cock, grabbing it gently at the base.

I start by licking slowly around the tip, seeing his head thrown back and staring at the ceiling. I hover above it, opening my mouth and letting spit gather on the tip. Deciding not to torture him, I move my mouth to slowly start sucking on the tip again, precum gathered. I hollow my cheeks, making my way down his cock, slowly rubbing up and down the base. A groan sounds from Jungkook, hand gathering up my hair into a gentle ponytail. I bob my head up and down his cock, his tip hitting the back of my throat and I shudder back a gag. I keep going, making sure his cock is completely covered in spit and his precum.

Then, I edge myself slowly off his cock, leaving it with a lewd pop. His pre-cum and spit covers his cock, so I decide to move quick. Jungkook grabs a squirty tube of lube off the bathroom counter (of course, why wouldn't lube be in every room of this chalet?) He uncaringly covers my chest and the space between my breasts in lube, before I slowly edge myself forward and grab ahold of his cock again, a loud moan sounding from him.

"Go on baby, get your cock." He does as he's told, yanking his cock and starting to slowly masturbate in-front of me whilst I smear in the lube and press my tits together. I move closer, letting him enter from the bottom with a loud whine. His nose scrunches up, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed peacefully. A few seconds pass, soft moans leaving his mouth.

He slowly starts to roll his hips upwards, his moans getting louder when I catch the tip of his cock into my mouth, giving it a loud suck. He whines, hips getting quicker as he slowly shuffles off the bathtub and dick further into my mouth. I start to move my boobs up and down his cock, in alternate movements to his thrusts, letting his cock out of my mouth with a wet sound.

"So hot Kookie, keep fucking my tits. Good boy."

"So glad you're our wife, Y/N. Love you." His thrusts get sporadic, moans interrupting his sentence as he finally lets go of my hair, instead gripping ahold of the side of the bath.

"I'm gonna cum!" His mouth opens wide, eyebrows raise and brown eyes closing as he tilts his head back. He starts heavily breathing, moans no longer leaving his mouth, just the occasional whine and heavy breaths.

After a few seconds, his hips stutter, stopping as his dick starts to shoot out cum. I move my head forward, catching his tip in my mouth and sucking down his cum, carrying on sucking even when no more cum is shot out. I drop my hands as he moves backward, whining in overstimulation. I let his cock go, keeping his cum gathered on my tongue.

"Don't swallow. Can't swallow. Can I see?" His chest is moving up and down rapidly, brown doe-like eyes half open as he falls onto his knees on the ground in-front of me. Blushing, I stick out my tongue, showing the cum gathered. It's a lot, and I quickly shove it back in my mouth when I can feel it moving around and nearly off my tongue. It pools back into my mouth, a fucked-out bunny smile on Jungkook's face when he sees I still have it.

Maintaining eye contact, I swallow it down, showing him my empty tongue afterwards. I throw a large smile at him, grabbing a towel from the counter. I stand up, running it under the tap before quickly sitting back down. I wipe down his cock gently, teasing him a little when I rub it around his tip, stopping when he whines. Making sure his cock is clean, I move on to wiping down my boobs. I soon clean up, even checking my face and hair in the mirror for anything that could have still been there.

"Y/N." I spin around, looking at Jungkook behind me, his boxers pulled up but shorts hiked up to knees. I move forward, gently kissing him while standing on my tiptoes, arms wrapped around his neck whilst his settle at holding onto my waist.

"Have you two finished?! Pick a swimsuit and let's go!"

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Three

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Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

The sun beats down on my back, bikini strings untied for comfort. I'm not trying to tan, hence the factor 50 sunscreen, just trying to relax.

"Honey, do you want another drink?" Hoseok appears in my line of vision, waving his empty bottle around with a heart shaped smile. I nod, as best as I can with my current position, sending my own smile his way with a cute little wave. He moves closer, squatting down and nearly laying down on the floor, and I move my head up awkwardly to meet his slow kiss. It doesn't last long, we both separate after the pain from the awkward positions gets too much. Hoseok simply smiles again, getting up and walking back over to the bar, a little pep in his step. I lay my head back on my arms and stare as he walks away, unknowingly making a large smile appear on my face.

I should probably tie those back up and roll over soon, but I'm so comfortable right now.

The boys are off doing different things, it's their honeymoon too after all. Namjoon managed to coerce Jin into helping him look for crabs and other sealife, they're off somewhere near the coast but still close.

Hoseok, Taehyung and Yoongi are hanging around near me. Yoongi should still be under the umbrella a few feet away, probably napping. Hoseok and Taehyung were drinking beer and relaxing.

Jungkook and Jimin went into the sea a while ago, and are probably making out somewhere far away from prying eyes by now. Those two are always horny, and are weirdly good at finding hiding spots to do those things in.

I must have zoned out at some point, Hoseok having appeared next to me with a tray in his hands full of drinks. He slowly sits himself down next to me, putting the tray down on the towel in-front of me. I sit up, deciding to turn over, awkwardly fumbling with the strings behind my back before a pair of hands slaps them out of the way to help me. I smile as Hoseok's face reappears in my vision, handing me my mocktail.

"You okay hyung?" Taehyung asks from next to Hoseok, nodding in thanks when he gets handed his own mocktail.

"I'm fine honey." The pet name slips through Hobi's lips, my smile getting larger as Tae's cheeks light up in a blush. A small smile appears on his face, moving to cover his face with his hand, embarrassment on his face.

Taehyung can hand out pet names and affection like candy, but when it comes to receiving it, he gets all shy and nervous, his boxy smile always faltering.

I take a sip from my drink, running my eyes over the two of them. They look nice in their trunks, bare chests and abs on display. I tilt my head to the left, glancing over at Yoongi hidden under the umbrella.

He's not asleep, just relaxing by the look of it. His mouth isn't slightly open, instead completely closed as he breathes heavily through his nose. His eyelashes also flutter a little as they touch his cheeks, showing he's forcing himself to keep them closed.

"Yoon, baby. We know you're awake." I coo, slowly moving over to him and laying my hand on his covered chest. A thin white shirt covers his chest, black trunks fitted on his bottom half. He groans, attempting to roll over and away from me.

"Come on, Hobi got you a beer. You can stay under the umbrella if you want."

"It's my honeymoon. I'm getting at least ten hours of sleep a day." He slowly sits up, running his hand through his hair and attempting to make it look semi-normal. I coo at him, moving my hands back to his chest and rubbing his shoulders. He slightly spreads his legs, letting me slide between them and sit sideways across the space. I grab our drinks back from the tray, shaking my head with a smile when I see Taehyung and Hoseok have inched closer to where we're sat. They're leaning against one another, wrapped in a comfortable silence and warm embrace, like me and Yoongi. None of us say anything, instead looking at one another and sending warm smiles and kind eyes. It stays mostly silent, apart from the occasional clink of an ice cube against the glass and the sea crashing against the sand. It soon gets interrupted from the ringing of a phone. We all huff, moving around and checking in bags to see who the culprit was, bottles and glasses put back onto the tray, now empty.

"Jin-hyung's phone, it's just a Twitter notification." Tae pulls the phone out of a designer beach bag, tossing it back in uncaringly when he realises it's nothing of importance.

"Who even was it? At least say it was someone important, Taehyungie." Yoongi's moved and is now kneeled over next to Tae, rooting around in the bag with him. Taehyung decides to take advantage, sliding in behind him and placing kisses down his neck. His arms are wrapped around Yoongi's waist, uncaring towards the phone when he finally fishes it out.

I glance around, seeing no one around us for miles. The only people here are us, the other boys and the people working the bar. I can see two figures off near the sea, writing it off as Jin and Namjoon. I can't see anyone else, not even if I squint hard. Maybe Jimin and Jungkook went back to the chalet?

"It was Ryan Reynolds. Talking about his new movie or something." Despite having found out what he wanted to know, Yoongi hasn't moved out of Taehyung's arms. It's cute.

I feel Hoseok gently grab my arm, a large heart-shaped smile on his face. His eyes are almost gone, but I can still see the dark iris' peeking through. I slightly turn to face him, adjusting my head to better be able to look at him. Unconsciously, I start to lift my right hand and begin stroking his cheek, my left landing on his chest and staying there. We maintain eye contact, his hands landing crossed over my waist, pulling me in impossibly closer. The smile on my face starts to hurt, but I won't let it drop. It's so calming. Soon, we both lean in and share a small kiss, nothing long and passionate, just short and loving. The sound of the waves rolling against the sand and the hot sun beating on our backs almost felt calming, knowing there was nothing but irreplaceable love in this island's current habitants.

"I love you, my gorgeous little love." He whispers, rubbing our noses together in a kiss.

"I love you more, my handsome baby boy." I whisper back, going in for another peck.

"Yes! Yes! We all love each other! Now, can we go and get lunch?!" Taehyung shouts, exasperated. We all giggle, including stoic Yoongi, nodding and starting to grab our bags, making sure to send loving glances. I love these men.

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Fictober 2022 Masterlist

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! ✅ (18+)

-> You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

You Complete Us + Just Between Us

-> Werewolf BTS x assistant!reader

The Pack Initiative

-> A multi-chapter omegaverse BTS x fem!omega!reader story.

One Soul, Two Bodies

-> werewolf bts x reader mates story, ends in one member x reader

Rawr xD

-> Hybrid Taehyung series. coolio.

Yoongi Crack Drabble 1 ✅

Yoongi Crack Mini Fic ✅

Comfort From Any Member ✅

Drunk Ramblings, Sober Thoughts ✅ (18+)

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Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Three Point Five

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Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

I apply a final layer of lipgloss, deciding that I've finished getting ready after I glance in the mirror. I purse my lips together, looking myself up and down in the mirror with a smirk.

"You look gorgeous, babygirl." I see Jimin appear behind me in the mirror, a smile curved on his lips. I run my eyes over him, cooing softly at his awkward positioning.

"You look hotter, Chim. Is everyone ready?" I've spun around to face him properly now. The entire room is messy, clothes strewn on this spare bed and makeup all over the vanity, but Jimin doesn't seem to care. He's wearing a pair of tight black jeans, pairing with his iconic Chelsea boots and a white button-up. I can guarantee the boys are dressed in a similar way, it's their go-to outfit for more formal events. The shirt is unbuttoned near the top, teasing his collarbone but showing the full expanse of his chest. His face is like mine, with minimal makeup and a pretty gloss. Whilst mine is tinted a pinky colour, his is a sparkly clear that makes his lips look even prettier than normal.

I run my right hand up his arm, showering him with compliments and cooing when his face blushes a little with my praise.

"We're nearly finished. Jin-hyung's finishing up on his outfit and Tae's been trying to style his hair for the past twenty minutes." I let him lead me out of one of the spare rooms and into the lounge, where nearly all of the boys are located. They're leaning all over the furniture, some eyeing themselves up in the reflection of their phones to make last minute changes.

"You boys look so good! It's a shame we're not actually going anywhere." I pout, stomping my heeled foot onto the floor. They all turn and look where Jimin and I are standing, smirks and shocked looks on their faces.

"We do scrub up really good, don't we?" Hoseok's acting cocky, a little smirk on his face as he strokes Jungkook's bouncing leg.

"The food should be here soon. I'm gonna set the table." Namjoon gets up from the other side of Jungkook, stopping in-front of Jimin and I. He strokes Jimin's cheek, lightly pecking him on the lips before turning to me and doing the same. Jimin follows after Namjoon, and I sit myself down on a lone armchair, watching as Yoongi looks me up and down with a small smile. After a few minutes, Taehyung enters the room, hair crimped and fluffy. He sends a large smile to everyone, throwing himself down on the an empty sofa, hair barely moving an inch.

"How much hairspray did you use, Tae? The whole bottle?!" Jin's screech carries itself across the entire chalet, Tae running to hide while everyone else barks out a laugh.

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"Come on, honey. Let's get you clean." I run my fingers through Joon's hair, gently wiping at the sauce on the side of his mouth. He got a little tipsy, which means he got even clumsier, and ended up getting more sauce and noodles on his person than in his mouth. It's a little cute, his eyes clouded over and face messy, almost like a baby. He mumbles something back, but it just sounds like gibberish. Holding out my hand, I help him stand up. The others sit and watch us, goofy and sleepy smiles on their faces. Jimin fell asleep a little while ago, laid across Taehyung's lap, who's unable to move. I let him lean some of his weight against me, escorting him to the bathroom with the largest bathtub, there was no chance of him staying upright in the shower tonight.

He carries on sleepily mumbling, sat on the closed toilet seat while I begin to run the bath, incredibly thankful that bath bombs and bath gel was provided.

"Joonie? Do you want to pick?" I hold out two bath bombs to make it easier on him, his eyes blinking tiredly at me as he ignores them. Instead, he just smiles and begins to strip. His head gets stuck in the hole however, so I just deposit the blue one into the water and try to help him, avoiding his flailing arms where needed.

Surprisingly, he manages to get into the bathtub by himself without any injury. He just plops himself into the bubbly blue water, some splashing up the sides of the tub and a little onto my outfit.

"Darling? You coming in?" Namjoon's sat fully up, a sponge in one hand and the other draped along the side of the tub. I shake my head with a smile, giggling at his pout and attempt at puppy eyes.

"Please? Pretty please?"

"Maybe tomorrow, Joonie. Gotta get you clean, I can still see some stew on your collarbone." I grab the sponge from his hand, making sure to clean his chest and any lingering sauces left behind. I can feel his eyes on me, but I continue nonetheless. I'm not getting into a hot bath with him, naked, especially with how drunk he is. Husband or not, he's not in his right mind. The silence in the bathroom stops when he begins to hum a tune which I don't recognise. Probably a beat he's been sneaking off to work on with Yoongi. They think I don't notice them sneaking off and hiding behind their computers. Silly men.

I let him continue with cleaning himself after a while, leaving to pick up his dirty clothes and grab some clean ones for him to sleep in; nothing special, just some underwear, shorts and shirt. By the time I come back, he's emptied the bathtub and starting to dry himself off. I send a smile his way, putting the clean clothes on the closed toilet seat and stepping closer for a small peck. I feel him smile through the kiss, sending a dopey look at me when we disconnect.

"Night, Joon. Sleep tight." I coo, giving him another short kiss before making my way towards the bedroom to unravel for the night and finally go to sleep. But first, skincare.

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Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Four

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Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: this is just a cute filler chapter, some cute boyxboy bts moments, don’t read (or interact with my profile) if you’re homophobic.

sorry for the itty bitty filler chapter! the smut chapter is kicking my ass rn 😀

The older boy tucks his head further into the blue-haired boy's chest, a serene smile taking over his features. Their arms are wrapped around one another, their legs intertwined. Jimin keeps his head over Taehyung's heart, his own chest rising in alternating beats to Taehyung's.

They're both fast asleep, knocked out from the day's activities, their full bellies the alcohol they had been consuming throughout the day and the sun that had been beating down. The older one had been feeling drowsy practically all day, and the added wine and stomach full of good food had just expedited the process.

Taehyung, however, was the opposite. He had been awake and giddy all day, only calming down to go to sleep when his head hit the pillow next to Jimin's. He could still hear his hair faintly crunching from all the hairspray, but disregarded it with the fact he was going to wash it tomorrow. Probably. Hopefully.

In the next room, the scene is almost replicated. Two men wrapped up in one another, exhausted from the day's activities. However, they weren't asleep. Just mindlessly talking in-between yawns and small kisses.

The youngest, yet the tallest of the two, has his wide eyes fixed on the elder in-front of him. Yoongi tries to avoid the eye contact, instead trying to distract him with kisses and by smothering his face into the younger's neck. Jungkook runs his hand up and down the elder's spine, keeping the other wrapped firmly around his waist. He fails at hiding his smile, sleepy, half-opened eyes fixing themselves on Yoongi's embarrassed state. They continue with their mumbles, sleep-filled promises and hearty love confessions whispered into the space, only for them to know and possibly forget in the morning.

The next room is a completely different circumstance. Only one of the occupants is asleep on the bed: Namjoon, who's wrapped themselves up in the sheets, cocooned like a caterpillar. The other room occupant is sat on the balcony outside, talking in hushed whispers on the phone. Hoseok found himself unable to sleep, having had next to no contact with his biological family since he landed.

He tires himself out with a long-winded conversation with his parents, talking about anything and everything. Soon, he's unable to keep his eyes open, bidding them goodbye before tucking himself in beside the sleep-drunk younger's wriggling body, managing to force himself into the cocoon and into the warm embrace of one another.

In the last room, the eldest is sleeping like a baby, his wife tucked into him. The two keep closely knit, wrapped in one another like all the other pairings before. Seokjin is the big spoon, his arm going numb, but he's uncaring in dreamland. He'll reap the repercussions in the morning, where he'll adapt a whiny tone and a large pout to garner sympathy from his spouses. It won't work, they'll instead choose to laugh at first and then kiss his arm better after a few whines and complaints.

In total, the chalet is nearly in complete silence. The only sounds being the occasional whisper of the loved-up couple in room two, the crashing of the waves outside and the shuffle of bedsheets rubbing up against sleep clothes and other blankets. Actually, a few snores too. Not loud enough to make the walls shake, but loud enough to prove people are actually residing in the holiday chalet.

All in all, it's peaceful.

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Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Five

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You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings! - afab reader smut. hella bad smut. doggy style, pegging, the usual. 18+. if I see you reading this and you’re under 18, i’ll cry. thank you. this is about 2k. i’m sorry.

It was pouring with rain outside. A storm had somehow rolled over the tropical island in the early hours of the morning, bringing loud thunderstorms and torrential downpours that forbade the island's residents from leaving their homes.

"I should be drinking funky cocktails with little umbrellas right now." Jin huffs, pouting and wrapping himself further into a duvet he found in a storage cupboard.

"And I should be out tanning my ass, we don't always get our dreams fulfilled, hyung." Taehyung snaps, face pressed against the window as he stares at the storm causing chaos outside.

"You two need to relax! It's our honeymoon! We can take the day and use it as a bonding and spa day." I try to placate them all, knowing that if tensions start to rise, the storm won't be the only thing wreaking havoc on this poor island.

"You can do that. I'm gonna get naked and roll around in the soft sheets." Jimin smirks, getting up and beginning to walk away with a spring in his step. His shirt is effortlessly thrown over his head and onto the wooden floor, sending a wink over his shoulder at us sat with unwavering stares on his torso. I quickly get up and follow, my clothes also falling off my body, laughing when I see the trail of Jimin's. I hear footsteps behind me, speeding up my own footsteps to run and jump on the largest bed in the chalet. It's actually just a few mattresses with duvets, blankets and pillows lining the floor, but it's a bed nonetheless. I end up landing across from Jimin, who doesn't hesitate to bring me into a soft kiss, no tongue or teeth clashing needed.

I hear that more of the boys are filing in, hopefully also naked.

"How do we want to do this? Soft and loving or rough and demeaning?" Hoseok jokes, crawling next to me to peck us both on the lips.

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm up for some soft loving tonight. You guys?" Jimin says, playing with his hair and smiling as they all start to join us being naked and sat on the overglorified pillow fort. We all nod and agree, naked as the days we were born and ready with the basic sex necessities: lube and condoms.

"Who's the subs this week?" Namjoon teases, straightening out some blankets for more room. Next to him, Jin is doing the same, fluffing up pillows to put against the wall and on the floor.

"Me!" Jimin.

"Me." Jungkook.

"Baby? What about you?" Yoongi's directing his question at me, nudging Jimin to the side so he can sit between us.

"I'm feeling a bit of both today. I could peg Jungkook right now AND get fucked until my throat hurts from screaming."

"Why won't you peg me? This is bottom-phobic." Jimin asks, pretending to be offended.

"Do you want me to peg you, baby? You want my fake cock in that tight little ass of yours?" I crawl forward, pushing him backwards so he falls onto his back. He tries to get back up, but I sit myself on his stomach, keeping him firm in place.

He has a cheeky smile on his face, lifting his arms to run his hands over my hips, but I grab them off of me, pinning them above his head. His smirk is replaced with a pout, eyeing up my chest which is slightly out of his reach, even if he does manage lift his head and try to encompass a nipple in his mouth.

"Not so cocky now, are you Jiminie?" I sarcastically coo, rolling my eyes when his pout gets bigger and eyes get sadder.

I feel my hair being pulled and body being yanked back, losing my grip on Jimin's wrists.

"Not so cocky now, huh babygirl?" Yoongi growls in my ear, laughing sarcastically when I whimper and copy Jimin's pout. Uh oh. I'm in trouble.

———

"Joon!" I moan, pressing my face into the pillow and gripping it as hard as I can. I hear him laugh in between moans, his hips stuttering in the quick pace he's drilling into me. He quickens up again, hips slamming into my ass and free hand rubbing fast circles over my clit. I whimper, slamming my hips backward to meet his thrusts as his moans begin to get more breathy and high-pitched.

"You gonna cum, baby? Gonna fill me up?" I say, looking at the moaning mess over my shoulder and letting out a few more whimpers when I see how fucked-out he looks. Dirty-blonde hair is stuck to his forehead, tongue stuck out to lick his lips while sweat drops run down his neck and torso. He stops and pulls out of me, helping me roll over onto my back before reinserting his cock and resuming his pace. One hand moves back to my clit, stroking it in fast circles while I grab the other and intertwine our fingers. He sends a shy smile before quickening up his pace and whispering loudly.

He's close, I can see it. I start to meet his thrusts again, knocking his hand off me so he can focus on himself.

Soon, I feel his hips stutter and a loud moan leaves his mouth. I can feel how he's filling me, his hands squeezing my hips and breasts as he fucks his way through his orgasm. His pubic bone grazes against my clit, sending a pleasurable tingle up my spine which only builds when his thrusts get sloppier and deeper.

Just before he's planning to pull out, I cross my ankles behind his ass and clamp down on his cock. Throwing my head back, my vision goes cloudy and my mouth opens in a large moan as I'm thrust into an orgasm.

He pulls out of me slowly, giving me long and passionate kisses to distract me. Once he's fully out, I feel our combined cum slowly move out of me, cooing at the fucked-out face Namjoon is pulling right now. He falls down beside me, chest heaving with every breath he takes. I smile at him, slowly sitting up to grab some wipes to clean us up with. He snatches them out of my hand, grabbing a few to clean my skin of stray cum and fluid. He even runs it over my leaking cunt, and I can feel his stare as our combined cum slowly comes out, trying to catch every drop with the wipe or his finger, which I see him stick into his mouth sneakily every few seconds.

Happy that most of it has come out, he moves on to clean himself off of the final fluids. I grab a blanket to cover him with, a sleepy smile taking over his face as we share a slow but passion-filled kiss.

"Can I steal our wife from you Namjoon? You look like you need a nap." Jin appears at the other side of Namjoon, also naked and covered in cum that probably isn't his own. Namjoon nods, tapping my ass gently as I get up to follow Jin somewhere across the room. He's blushing, ears and neck red whilst his lips move to try and say something else.

"Jin baby? What's up?" I ask, placing my hand on his cheek and rubbing the skin under his eye. He's nervous, and won't meet my eyes.

"Want you to be the first one. In my ass, I mean. I know we've been playing with toys and plugs, but I think I'm ready." I tap his cheek, so he looks me in the eyes. I nod and smile at him, which gets wiped from my face when he's suddenly on all fours in front of me.

"I don't need to be prepped, I had Taehyung and Yoongi help." I nod at him, grabbing the harness and fake cock off to the side. He's right, a plug is neatly settled in his ass, a cute little jewel glinting at me. I land a small slap on his right asscheek, rubbing the space afterward when I hear a slight whimper in reply.

I get to work on putting on the harness, looping buckles and making sure it isn't tangled or inside-out. I land a few kisses down his spine when I reach over to grab the decently sized flesh-coloured dildo, jiggling it in my hand a little. I notice the room has gone silent, apart from the raging storm outside, so I glance upwards.

They all seemed to have stopped what they were doing, instead moving closer to press cute kisses to Jin's face, his ears bright red. They're also whispering compliments at him, some tugging blankets and pillows around him so he can relax. He takes the position of lying on his front, pillow under his ass and under his head. He's gripping the pillow harshly, trying to slow his breathing when he hears me attaching it to the strap. I slowly rub the bottom of his spine, adjusting myself behind him. I see Jungkook grab one of Jin's hands, intertwining their fingers whilst the others start to move away, going back to what they were doing. Jungkook hands me the bottle of lube, watching me drizzle the fake cock in it. I send a smile his way, watching him try and calm down Jin.

Slowly, I pull apart his cheeks, the little gem on the end of the plug making a smile appear on my face. I hook my fingers on the gem, gently pulling the plug out. I use my other hand to hold Jin's hips down, little whimpers escaping his mouth. I toss the plug to the side, using the hand to keep his cheeks spread as I move my hips forward. The head catches on the opening, giving some resistance as I try to push forward. I hear Jin whimper again from beneath me, so I gently caress his spine and waist. I pause, waiting for his go-ahead, which I get after a few seconds. I see that Jungkook has begun kissing him, though nothing passionate, just innocent pecks.

I move my hips a little more forward, seeing his hole greedily take the tip and the first inch or so. He returns back to heavy breathing, starting to shuffle his hips a little to make me go quicker. I don't, knowing that if I went all in straight away it would probably hurt a lot more later. Little by little, the entire 8-inch fake cock is seated comfortably in his ass. I start to rock my hips forward, a long moan following a whine that leaves Jin's mouth. I start to go a little quicker, smirking when a loud moan and whimper drops out, letting me know I seem to have found the spot I'm looking for.

I carry on thrusting, hearing our skin clapping together, whimpers and moans that drop from his mouth freely.

"So good for me Jinnie. Do you like taking your wife's cock? You like it filling you up? Yeah?"

"Y-Yeah! Love it! Harder, please! Please!" He starts throwing his ass back into my thrusts, the dildo being swallowed into his ass, barely a peek of the flesh colour visible. I grab his hips, hoisting him a little higher in the air (with Jungkook holding him up in the front) and begin to furiously fuck into him, adjusting one of my hands to his leaking cock. As I thrust, I smother my hand in his precum, before beginning to jack him off. As I start to give him a handjob, I make sure to try and overwhelm him with the repeated slamming of the fake cock against his prostate.

The slapping of our skin is barely audible over Jin's loud moans and my heavy dirty talk. I can hear Kook praising him, kissing him in-between moans and filling in for some beautiful dirty talk.

"So good Jin. Being so good for our babygirl's cock, no matter how hard she's going! Take that fat cock, baby. You're so good!"

The faster I thrust, the louder the moans. The harder I thrust, the higher pitch in the whimpers. I alternate between the two, making sure his cock is still getting some attention, but he's busy humping between the pillows and the strap.

His breathing starts getting heavier, so I let go of his cock, focusing all my attention on fucking him. His moans get more breathier, whimpers leaving his mouth as his hips start faltering. Soon, a loud moan fills the room, so I slow down my thrusts to a hardly noticeable speed, fucking him through his orgasm. His whines are high-pitched, and Jungkook has had to take over in holding him up, his arms and legs are jelly.

"Good boy, Jin. So good for me." I coo, helping Kook to lie him on his back, slightly to the side of where we had been previously. Cum covers his lower stomach and the pillow he had been humping, sweat covering his chest. I pull out fully, smiling when I see that Kook has starting cleaning Seokjin up. I place a quick peck on Kook's lips, undoing the straps on the harness. I throw it aside, moving to help him. I place kisses all over Jin's face, finally landing one on his lips and wiping down his stomach.

Finally clean, I hazard a look at him. He looks fucked out. His chest is still heaving, his eyes are half open.

"Honey? Are you okay? You need anything?" I ask, running one of my hands through his hair, watching as a smile makes its way through his kissable lips.

"I'm good. So good. Thank you. A little thirsty, though." I nod, quickly moving to get up, but am stopped by Hoseok, who's arms are full of snack bars and water bottles. He opens his arms, dropping all of the necessities next to me. I grab a water, Jungkook having helped Jin to sit up and slowly drink some.

"Hi baby. You okay?" Hoseok has settled himself next to me, chowing down on a protein bar. He nods, sleepily laying his head on my shoulder, crumbs everywhere.

Everyone seems to have finished by now, most snacking on what Hoseok had brought and the others beginning to clean up.

Jungkook is helping Yoongi and Namjoon in grabbing the dirty sheets and pillow cases, throwing them into one spot.

Taehyung is actually passed out next to Hoseok, eyes fully closed and little snores leaving his mouth, making me chuckle. Jin and Jimin are sharing a cereal bar, cuddled up together with droopy eyes and large smiles. It's peaceful, for now.

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there’s gonna be a delay on the next chapter, hence why this was a little longer. thank you for reading! x

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Five Point Five

Masterlist

You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: Hoseok smut in the end 😳, cute little fluff in the start <3

I gently brush the comb through Jungkook's hair, making sure all the tangles are gone before tying it neatly up in a bun. He gets up, moving in-front of Jimin who's next to me. Taehyung then sits in-front of me, handing me his own comb. I gently comb through, making sure not to tug too hard on his already damaged hair, a soft sigh escaping from his mouth. He leans back, conditioned hair practically under my nose, heavily relaxed.

After the (what Yoongi deemed as) 'sex fest', when we had all noticed that everyone's stomachs were rumbling, Hoseok and Yoongi got to work on making lunch; a mash-up of whatever was left in the chalet. It was mainly some leftovers from last night, a large vegetable stir fry that they managed to whip up and some bread that I had made one night when I couldn't sleep. When we declared ourselves full, we split off for showers; only reconvening for skincare and pampering.

So far, we had a decent line up. I would comb through and style their hair, Jimin would moisturise their faces and choose a mask, and then finally Hoseok would give them eye cooling patches and lip treatments. We were the first three clean and out, so we had already finished our skincare routines by the time it was time for the others' pampering sessions.

Funnily enough, the only face masks the boys had brought were BT21 branded, but had still brought their usual skincare supplies otherwise. I actually laughed, seeing the little peeks of RJ and Tata peeking out of the drawers in the bathroom.

The storm was still raging outside. Even though the lightning seems to have stopped, the rain was still coming down in buckets. Another inhabitant on the island came around to tell us there was still no power, and gave us some spare camping ovens and candles. We thanked them, sending them away with a box of protein bars for the others to snack on when they promised us a take-out would be brought to our door tonight.

I finish brushing out Taehyung's hair, noticing the spaced-out look in his eyes.

"Baby? You okay?" I shake his shoulder a little, smiling when a sleepy hum leaves him.

"Just sleepy. Love you." His eyes are half-open, yawning in between words. I coo at him, moving his hand to his face to tilt it towards me. I land a gentle peck on his lips, before slowly hooking my hands under his armpits and dragging him across the floor to lay on the empty sofa. He thanks me under his breath, cuddling and shoving his face into a throw pillow.

I move back to my spot, Hoseok sending me a large smile and pulling me in for his own kiss. This one isn't soft like the sleepy one with Taehyung, it's passionate and includes a little tongue. We run out of air, separating with giddy smiles.

"Okay, me next!" Jin slides across the floor in his socks, plopping down in-front of my seat with a large smile. These boys are so cute.

——

"Such a perfect cock." I babble, my head thrown back while Hoseok starts to drill his hips further into my sopping pussy.

"Yeah baby? My cock is perfect?" He keeps my arms pinned above my head with one hand, the other rubbing circles over my clit. I nod, trying to move my hips upwards to meet the brutal pace his cock is setting, but failing. His dick is hitting all the spots inside me to make me feel alive, the pleasure making my spine tingle and stomach feel like a bottomless pit.

"Harder! Please!" He obliged, grabbing one of my legs and throwing it over his shoulder, lifting up my hips slightly. The newer angle causes a growl to leave him, and a loud whimper to leave me. My foot bounces next to his neck, almost touching the silver chain that he had forgotten to take off.

He continues to fuck into me, my breasts bouncing with the sheer force he’s thrusting into me. I feel the orgasm start to build to a crescendo in my stomach, my moans starting to get higher pitched.

His deep groans and moans start to get louder, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass filling the room. I feel his hand start to furiously trace figure eights on my clit, landing a slap on it after a few seconds. I moan louder, stars beginning to fill my vision as my back arches off the mattress.

“There! I’m gonna cum Seokie! Gonna cum!”

“Cum with me, baby. On three.” I whimper, nodding to his command. His pace doesn’t falter, the furious slapping of our skin.

“One!” I whimper at the first step.

“T-t-two!” He stutters his way through, hips beginning to falter against mine.

“Three, baby!” We both let go, orgasms flying through our bodies and sending black spots into our vision. Moans turn into whimpers, and whimpers turn into soft words and affection.

“I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you, pretty boy.”

I think there’s only like two chapters left 😳

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there’s only like two chapters left of RIOH :(

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Six

Masterlist

You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: semi 18+, riding tae, jin eatin your pu**y, cute bathtub moment with Yoongi <3 ha

I collapse into the bathtub, hiding under the excessive amount of bubbles and the purple-tinted water. It's been a long day.

The storm passed late last night, so we went to the beach again today. Most of us also went scuba diving, as well as to cocktail and bar-mixing 'classes.'

Jin didn't want to go scuba diving, insisting that he needed to get a head start on packing our suitcases, but he'd meet back up with us for the cocktails.

Taehyung insisted he work on his tan, complaining that his perky ass was three shades lighter than the rest of him, and that needed to be remedied right away. He also promised to reconvene for the cocktail classes, before yanking his trunks down and waving us off.

Yoongi decided to join in with the scuba diving, but insisted he would swap with Jin, deciding to take over with the packing and missing out on the cocktails.

It was Namjoon's idea to go scuba diving, practically bouncing in excitement at the thought. A little goofy smile was permanently etched on his face, and he nearly ran out of the chalet without his trunks on. He decided to go to the cocktail classes after too, determined to have one last boozy night out.

Jungkook said he had wanted to go scuba diving to "see all the little fishies." I also have the suspicion he just wanted to see Namjoon's thighs in his new trunks, but hey, that's just a theory. He decided he didn't want to go to the cocktail classes, instead wanting to take a long shower and possibly help his hyung out with packing.

Hoseok declined on the scuba diving offer, instead saying how he wasn't feeling 100% and was gonna lay down. We all started pawing at him after that, feeling his temperature and asking him illness-related questions. He just waved us off, saying he'll join the cocktail class later if he was feeling better.

Jimin was a little hesitant, but decided to go scuba diving anyway. We didn't even ask about the drink mixing classes, knowing full well that Jimin would never decline free cocktails.

I decided that I wasn't really in the mood for scuba diving, deciding to bunk up with Taehyung after watching the others load up on the boat. He was laid out on his front, pert ass facing the sun and out for everyone to see. It was shiny with tanning oil, and he had sent a cheeky smile my way once he saw I had approached.

We had talked and relaxed, only stopping to tell him to turn over or have a break under the parasol. After a little while, tension seemed to have built.

I don't remember what had happened, all I knew is that I ended up on top of him, our lips locked in a frenzy whilst our tongues fought for dominance. Our teeth clicked as they crashed against one another, Taehyung ending up sat propped up against the parasol while I pulled my bikini bottoms aside.

I had sunk down on him, starting to ride him while still kissing him. He helped me move my hips up and down, at one point picking me up a little before dropping me back down on his cock, our moans echoing around the island as he brushed my cervix.

All I remember is being drunk on his cock after that, letting him take over with his hands on my ass and my hands tangled in his hair. I only really remember that I had to change my bikini afterwards, taking the walk of shame back to the chalet with Tae's cum leaking into the bottoms and our mixed juices making my thighs slippery.

I remember seeing Jin smirk before he bent me over the bed cluttered with clothes. He began to savagely eat Tae's cum out of me, slurping at my pussy. I blacked out after the orgasm he gave me, realising when I opened my eyes and saw I was in a cute sundress and my thighs and crotch were clean and neat.

The bed was also cleaned up, a few suitcases laid where the clothes were beforehand. Later, I had found out I had slept for over an hour.

Today was a blur. Most of the clothes had been packed, most of the boys were drunk, most of us were sad to be going.

I sink further into the bath at the realisation, only my head peeking over the water. I'm sad that we have to leave this paradise tomorrow, going back to the boys' hectic work schedules and the lonely nights.

"Room for one more?" A voice breaks me from my depressing thoughts, my head shooting up to see a sleepy Yoongi stood in the doorway. I nod, scooting forward whilst he takes his clothes on and climbs in behind me. My back is flush with his chest, his arms gently wrapped around me with his head peaked over one of my shoulders, pressing kisses there.

"What's rattling around in that pretty little head of yours?" His voice is a low whisper, moving his nose along my neck before just leaving his head resting there.

"Just thinking about what will happen when we go home." I feel his eyes on the side of my face so I hazard a glance at him. He seems emotionless, but I can tell he's concerned. The slight furrow of his brow, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"Things will be different, for sure. Because we're married, contracts will now need to be edited and changed. We'll probably move into another dorm, or even a house. We'll write more love songs, nearly all about you of course, and we'll carry on making music and dancing until it's time for our deployment. But it'll be okay. We'll be okay, because we have each-other. I love you."

"I love you." I whisper back, kissing him gently on the cheek, a comfortable feeling taking over the fear for the future in my body.

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the next chapter will be the ‘finale’ 🥺 but i do have another series i’m working on! and i’m gonna start to take requests hehe. just fill my ask box, i would like to know if you like my stories (maybe i’ll do drabbles inspired by RIOH. my brain is rotting rn) <3

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Final

Masterlist

You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: 18+ in some parts, jimin being a brat, kinda sad, my crappy writing.

“Is everyone packed and ready?!" Namjoon shouts across the chalet, sunglasses rested on the top of his head while he sits on the sofa. He's surrounded by the packed suitcases and bags, a tight white shirt fitted across his chest.

Most of us have filed into the living room, grabbing our own luggage and double-checking that we aren't leaving anything behind. Taehyung and Yoongi are checking the entire chalet, making sure that the rooms are still semi-neat and that no-one has left their passport or phone chargers behind.

I'm not gonna beat around the bush, the boys look hot as fuck. Even though we agreed to dress for comfort (seeing as all we were going to do was go on the plane and then sit in the dorms), they had decided to dress up in jeans, tight fitting t-shirts and expensive outfits that just imagining the price tags makes me weep. They're all tanned, happy and muscular; it's my wet dream.

However, there's a sort of sad feeling draped over us all. We won't get to do something like this for a while, especially with the boys' busy schedules and my job. I decide that I'm gonna milk this for every single minute, and won't stop until we're climbing off the plane in Korea.

——

I fight back a smirk at Jimin's incessant whining. The plane was delayed by an hour, so he's been moaning and groaning in the lounge about how he could have slept longer or had a bigger breakfast. The rest of the boys are fed up too, just wanting to go home or eat something really greasy, but they're not acting bratty like Jimin is.

"Minie, cut it out. Sit down and shut up." I grumble, glaring at him when he stomps his foot with a pout.

"I'm hungry!" He's now breaking out a signature pout, voice higher in pitch as he starts to throw a tantrum. The boys look on, used to Jimin's attitude when he wants something.

"We're having breakfast on the plane."

"But the plane isn't here!"

"We will be having breakfast on the plane. If you're hungry, have a protein bar. Now, sit down before you draw more attention to yourself." He freezes, eyebrows furrowing as he teeters on the edge of throwing a larger tantrum or doing as he's told. I cock an eyebrow at him, my arms crossed firmly across my chest as I look around the private lounge. Some of the staff are trying to avert their eyes, but some can't help but stare at the member's bratty behaviour.

He goes to open his mouth again, foot stomping. I lose my temper, quickly standing and grabbing his arm, dragging him off to the bathrooms with his whines filling my ears. Most of them look on, little smirks on their face as the only evidence they know what is going on, all except Yoongi. He's staring right at me, eyebrow cocked. I send a nod at him, watching as he follows behind us into the bathroom.

"What's with the attitude, Jimin?" Yoongi fires off at him, making sure the door is locked when he walks in. Jimin stands a bit away from us, eyes now firmly fixed on the floor and plush lips pushed together. Silence fills the room after Yoongi's question.

"Not speaking now huh? You wanted attention, now you have it, so what's with the bratty attitude huh?" I've moved forward, lifting his head with one of my hands and staring him down with a firm gaze.

"Answer her when spoken to." Yoongi's voice is almost angry. I know I can't see him, but I can tell his eyebrow is furrowed and smile completely erased from his face.

"I don't wanna go home. Don't want this to end." Jimin's eyes are a little sad, pout on his perfect lips as he moves his gaze from me to Yoongi.

"None of us do, but we aren't acting like brats." Yoongi's now stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, one of his hands gently stroking Jimin's cheek.

"We're gonna have to punish you, Minie. I know your reasoning, but we talk things out instead of being all pouty and throwing tantrums. What's your colour?"

"Green." He mutters, the air in the room seemingly getting thicker.

——

"I need you to count after every spank, okay Minie?" He quickly nods, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Yoongi in-front of him. I'm perched on the closed toilet seat, Jimin laid over my lap. Yoongi sits in front of Jimin, heads at the same level. Their hands are intertwined, Jimin's other hand wrapped around my leg to keep himself from slipping off. His jeans and boxer shorts are pulled down to his mid-thigh, ass exposed and his cock rubbing against the inside of my thighs.

I land the first smack, gently rubbing the spot afterwards when I hear the number from Jimin, a whimper leaving at the same time. Yoongi gently hushes him, using his spare hand to gently rub at his cheek.

SLAP! I go again, soothing the already reddening skin when I hear Jimin's hushed whisper.

I land another spank before starting on the other cheek, praising Jimin for taking his punishment so well.

"You're taking your punishment so well, baby. Last one, okay?" I land the sixth and final spank, cooing when he speaks. His voice breaks, and I rub soothing circles into the reddening skin.

"Did so good, Jiminie. Let us finish your aftercare and then you can cum." Yoongi says, handing me a tube of lotion he kept in his bag. I rub the coconut-scented lotion into his reddened skin, making sure to use a light hand on the sore area.

After rubbing in the lotion, I press gentle kisses along his spine before helping him off my lap. His eyes seem glassy, pink pouty lips stretched into a half-dazed smile.

"Such a good boy for us, baby. How do you wanna cum?" Jimin leans some of his weight on Yoongi when he asks, and I keep my eyes on them as I stand up, standing on the other side of Jimin.

"Wanna cum." Jimin whines, bucking his hips into the empty air. Yoongi and I share a smirk behind him, falling more in love with how fucked-out he is.

"We know you do, baby boy. How do you wanna cum?"

"Sucked off."

"By who?" Jimin's eyes flutter open at the question, flickering his heavy gaze between the two of us.

"Want us both on your cock Jiminie? Want us to take turns sucking that fat cock of yours?" I coquettishly run my hand down his torso, fluttering my eyelashes. He nods, and we get to work.

Yoongi and I fall to our knees in tandem, eyeing up Jimin's thick cock. It stands proud, pink tip oozing pre-cum that slowly drips down the shaft. Yoongi's the first to encompass him in his mouth, so I move my attention to his balls, giving them a hard suck. Jimin's weak on his legs, stepping back to press himself against the wall.

Yoongi begins to move up and down his cock slowly, teasing Jimin which causes whines and whimpers to fall from his mouth. I continue to suck hard, before moving to press kisses and leave love bites all over the top of his thighs. We repeat this a couple of times before switching, me moving to take Jimin fully into my mouth whilst Yoongi left bite marks all over his thighs and v-line. 

I bob my head up and down, trying to fit him all in my mouth and failing. Whatever doesn't fit in, I work with my hand, making sure to swallow around his cock the best I can. As I pull off to switch again, I land a teasing lick on the slit, spreading his precum and our spit all over his shaft.

Yoongi and I alternate for a few more minutes, before Jimin starts to tremble and his whimpers gain in volume.

"You gonna cum baby? Where do you wanna cum?" I ask, landing a sloppy kiss on Yoongi's lips after.

"Mouth!" Yoongi sends a smirk my way, pushing me back towards Jimin's cock to swallow it down again. I send a quirked brow his way, licking and sucking up his cock and paying extra attention to the tip. His legs start to shake, his breathing getting heavier. I swallow down his cock, almost choking when he begins to fill my mouth. I still continue to swirl my tongue on his cock the best I can, twisting and pumping my hand to get him through this orgasm.

Soon, he finishes cumming. I slowly seperate from his cock, trying to not let any cum spill out. Suddenly, my head is spun to the side and my lips connect with Yoongi's. He bites, causing my lips to open in shock and Jimin's cum to seep into his mouth. His tongue starts to tangle with mine, swapping the cum around before finally separating to swallow.

“Did such a good job, Jiminie. Let's get cleaned up."

——

"Are we there yet?"

"No, Kook. It's a thirteen hour flight and we set off two hours ago."

"But I'm hungry!"

"In-flight meal should be here soon. In the meantime, sleep baby."

"But Noona~"

"But Noona what?"

"Wanna cuddle with you." He whispers back, and I simply send a coo his way before opening up my arms. He shuffles across the plane, walking past a very disgruntled Yoongi, which he had accidentally woken up with his whining. He throws himself down next to me, tucking his head into my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist. He mutters "goodnight", despite it being around lunchtime, and drifts off to sleep.

He moves around a lot, opening his mouth at one point and getting drool down my shirt. He's woken two hours later by the hostesses walking around and handing out food and drinks, begrudgingly tucking into his food half-asleep.

Everyone’s awake now, and sipping from various beverages. Yoongi and Taehyung chose coffee of some sort and Namjoon and Jungkook chose Cola, while the others seem to settle for more alcoholic drinks. Jimin had some kind of cocktail, Hoseok a classic beer and Jin chose a strawberry flavoured soju. They all seemed a little more relaxed, regardless, and were happily tucking into their food, though I could tell they were still hungry when they were finished. Dessert was a tiny slice of cake, and the boys didn’t look too happy.

Jin started sneaking snacks out of his bag, whilst Hoseok went for the bold approach of asking for them for some hot water so he could cook his ramen.

I fondly smile on at their full cheeks, messy hair and puffed-up faces. I run my eyes over every one, Jungkook having moved to be next to Taehyung and charm some of his food away.

“You alright?” Yoongi appears next to me, slowly sliding into the unoccupied seat.

“Yeah. Just thinking. You?”

“Come to the bed with me.”

“We’ve just spent the last week having non-stop sexual encounters and now you wanna join the mile-high club?”

“We were already part of it, babygirl. And no. You look as exhausted as I feel. Come on.” He intertwines our hands, sending a small gummy smile my way as he stands up and leads me to one of the private quarters at the back of the plane. He kicks his shoes to a random part of the room uncaringly (which nearly gives me a heart attack, seeing as they cost over two million won), and slams himself down on the bed before burrowing under the covers. I slide off my own shoes, before crawling in beside him. He shuffles closer, so we’re practically nose-to-nose. I move my legs to tangle with his, wrapping our arms around one another as we practically become one. His eyes stay locked on mine, nose scrunching up a little when he realises I’m looking right back.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Fictober 6/31: Our Love - PJM

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- Word count: 387 (it’s a baby)

- Warnings: a curse word or two, they’re married and just bickering on their honeymoon, jimin’s nakey, ends a lil suggestive.

“Good morning.” I hum from the doorway of the en-suite, laughing a little at how tired he looks. Jimin is sitting fully up in bed while his hair sticks up in all different directions, his swollen face set in a pout. “Hello? Earth to Mr Park?”

“No…” He trails off, flopping back down and covering himself with the thin sheets.

“No?”

“No.”

“Come on, lovie. Breakfast is calling.” I stroll over, harshly yanking the sheet from him and witch-cackling at the harsh glare and bitch face he throws my way. “You have ten minutes before I leave without you. Love you.”

—

“Jimin, my love, why are you naked?” My attention is ripped from the book in front of me, eyebrows furrowed as I hyperfocus on his tattooed back. His reply is a simple wink before walking past the bed to pull open the balcony doors, a gentle wind pushing the dark hair from his face.

“Somebody’s gonna see! Get back in here!” I jump up from the bed, trying to grab his arm to yank him back into the room and away from prying eyes.

“Honey, we’re on the sixty-seventh floor. There’s next to no chance anybody will be able to see us and if they somehow do, they can’t see my face or dick anyway. Look, the balcony is in the way.” He pulls my arm so I can stand beside him and look out, recognising that there’s next to no chance of being caught. None of the buildings around are as tall as this one and the balconies are private and separated by one-way glass, so not even the neighbours can catch a peak at anything unsavoury.

“Still, put some shorts on or something. I don’t need to see your naked ass twenty four seven.” Jimin’s beautiful face drops into a pout, spinning around on his heel to meet me eye-to-eye.

“We’ve only been married three days and you’re already sick of me? I’m calling your mother.”

“Just make sure it’s not a video call, or she’ll see you in your birthday suit.”

“I want a divorce.”

“No, Mr Park, you want an annulment.”

“I stand corrected, Mrs Park. Should we have one last round before we split for good?” I shrug and nod in reply, pulling down my shorts.

“Let’s go, big boy.”

Beautiful Dreamer

synopsis; in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

pairing; husband!taehyung x wife!reader

genre; fluff, established relationship, marriage au, honeymoon au

rating; PG-13

warnings; a LOT of nuzzling

w/c; 979

a/n; he’s so dreamy.

He leans sideways against the tall, thick wooden railing, right arm folded over on top, hand tucked into his armpit. The other arm’s elbow dangles over the edge, his chin resting on it’s left hand as he gazes dreamily at the scenery in front of him.

You take up the same position next to him, albeit your dreamy gaze is zeroed in on him instead.

“What are you thinking about, husband?” Your voice is light and airy, not too loud, but not too soft either. He closes his eyes briefly to allow it to wash over him, only putting him in an even deeper state of tranquility.

He hums, a soft smile blooming over his features. He keeps his eyes closed, answering you with another question.

“What do you think I’m thinking about, wife?”

You scoot closer to him on the railing, and without hesitation, he lifts his left arm up to allow you to tuck yourself into his side. He nuzzles the top of your head, nose nestled in your hair, the lavender honey scent he’s come to know and love overtakes his senses for a moment. His arm wraps loosely around your waist, hand coming to lay on your stomach.

You take his left hand in yours, fingers playing with the thick, gold band of his wedding ring that you had the pleasure of putting there only but a few days ago when you said ‘I do’.

“Would it be selfish of me to say that I want you to be thinking of me?”

He chuckles, the vibration that exudes from his chest you can feel through your back as it lightly jostles you with its intensity.

You tilt your head to look back up at him, small frown adorning your lips that he gives a chaste peck too, the curve of your lips now threatening to curl at the act.

“What’s so funny, pray tell?” Your brow quirks up, which upside down, makes you look silly. He gives your nose a soft nuzzle, voice lilting with a teasing tone.

“The fact that you believe I would even be thinking of anything else but you, my love. That is funny.”

A loud mother duck, who has her hands full trying to get all her ducklings in line and back into the water off to the side of the wooden deck, is what breaks you two out of your lovesick haze.

Leaning back against Taehyung, you both watch as one by one, the ducklings plop haphazardly back into the water. Each one squawks momentarily in fear of their head being beneath the water for too long, before the mother duck nuzzles them back upright.

Taehyung now looks at you, your expression akin to something of both longing and fear. His fingers tap against your stomach, his voice caressing your outer earlobe that causes goosebumps to erupt onto your skin.

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?”

As he rubs your stomach, you can’t help the anxiety that slowly begins to build within you, nerves on edge of the insecurity that passes through your lips. It has his heart clenching.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?” He can feel the emotion you try your best to keep tucked within you, and kneeling down beside you, he gently turns you to face him, his head now perfectly aligned with your barely there baby bump.

His hands come up to cup your stomach gently, as if afraid the weight of his hands alone could harm the little life that’s growing day by day inside of you. Like he did with your nose earlier, he nuzzles your baby bump with his nose, before giving it a loving kiss and fixing his brown orbs back onto yours.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be an amazing mom.” His smile is boxy and wide, eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes begin to water, lip trembling.

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Tae.”

His eyes get glossy, and the setting sun on the horizon only makes his features glow even brighter. The baby pink shirt he wears makes you envision a little girl running around his kneeling figure, pulling and tugging on said shirt with little pleas of wanting to be held and loved by her daddy.

“She is going to love you, and have her wrapped around her little finger, mark my words.”

He lets out a watery chuckle, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, before standing back up. He places his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides as he tilts his head at you in wonder.

“Oh, really? You believe it’s gonna be a girl?”

You nod, confident in your gut feeling.

“Well, if she’s anything like you–,” he starts, stepping closer to you to place kisses on each part of your face, you giggling the whole time. And as he kisses each part, he names them off one by one. “–your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your dimples, your mouth.”

The lingering kiss he leaves you on your lips has you arching your back into him in order to get closer and deepen it. His hands slide up your body to caress each side of your neck as he stares into your eyes with nothing but love and promise.

His lips move, his words reaching the very depths of your soul to gently envelope and ease away any and all doubts or worries you might’ve had about being a mother.

“It’s not always easy growing a little life inside of you. The morning sickness. The hormones. The changes to your body. The sleeplessness. Yet, when it all gets too hard, just remember how powerful you really are. You are growing a life inside of you, and that is incredible. You are incredible.”

And, as always, he was right.

You do become an amazing mom.