BTS Reaction- S/O Initiates Kiss
Itâs not like you guys were doing anything extravagant or incredibly romantic. You were wearing nothing but an old hoodie of Jinâs, some loose fitting leggings, no make up and hair up in a messy pony tail. You two spent the night cooking together before sitting down to eat and tell each other about your days. Yet, somehow the night seemed perfect. You couldnât stop smiling even though your cheeks hurt, and you couldnât shake this warm feeling in your heart. Just being around Jin made you happy. The two of you cleaned the dishes before retreating into the living room, a mess of limbs on the couch.
He turned on one of your favorite K Dramaâs to watch, but you were too invested in his handsome face to pay much mind to the characters in front of you. His skin was so clear, silky clean, and his lips sat in a natural pout, his eyes this beautiful color, brown would be too basic to describe them. He let out a soft chuckle âWhy are you looking at me?â he asked turning his face towards you with his nose crinkled up cutely as he was trying to figure you out. âYouâre just beautiful,â you whispered softly getting him to blush as you brought your hand up to trace the structure of his face. âYouâre better looking than me,â he replied, you half smiled, far too focused on the shape of his ever so perfect lips.
You slid your hand to grip the back of his neck gently and before he could even process what you were planning your lips were upon his. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because you couldnât do anything else. You needed that breath he was holding. It belonged to you, and you wanted it back. Once he was over the initial shock his lips started moving against yours. He slid his arms around your waist pulling your chest closer to his, you smiled against his lips pulling back slightly getting him to whimper a little at the loss of contact. You looked into his shining eyes, so full of lust, so full of love it was overwhelming for the poor guy.
You leaned back down reconnecting your lips with his, which he eagerly accepted. He was kissing you like heâs forgotten any other mouth has ever touched his. Kissing you with this curious childish delight. Your fingers clenching his hair between your fingers as you held him right where you wanted him. You took your time kissing him, exploring his mouth, feeling those beautiful lips against yours. You kissed him until it was absolutely necessary to pull back, both of your breathing labored as you looked at each other like two teens kissing for the first time. âIâm really, REALLY, glad you did that,â he said breaking into a smirk, âWhy?â you asked with a giggle, âBecause now I can do this!â he said tackling you back down on the couch pressing light kisses all over your face getting you to giggle.Â
Itâs easy to get very annoyed by Yoongi, especially when he spends days at a time in the studio and thereâs no way to get a hold of him. It was going on a week now and you were beyond pissed as he missed yet another date. So you were going to go there yourself and give him a piece of your mind. You had this whole speech you were going to give to him but everything faded away when you got to the studio door and heard him talking quite loudly on the phone. He was talking to his parents, about you telling them these little things, important little things, about you. Like how youâll start dancing in the middle of a store when your favorite song comes on. How you laugh at your own lame jokes all the time. How you get loud when your excited about something.Â
He went on talking about how determined you are in life. The way you love romance. The fact that your sensitive as fuck. Really the list didnât sound all that great but in the end he said that he was pretty sure you were the one for him. You waited until the talking died down and he had said goodbye before waiting ten more seconds and knocking on the door. He opened it a moment later and smiled at you and even though you were a little pissed at him, it had mostly left your system. âYouâre an ass sometimes,â you smiled walking passed him into the studio, it took him a moment to catch on but he wasnât dumb âIâm sorry.â he said softly.
 He pulled you to stand in front of him to see his piercing eyes âIâm sorry,â he said again and you could tell he meant it. âMake it up to me,â you said quietly, he smirked leaning down his lips brushing against your cheek sending a shiver through your nerves. He traced the line of your cheekbone âTell me to stop.â you smiled saying nothing, too excited. His mouth brushed the hollow of your temple âJust say the word,â he whispered, his lips just hovered over yours as he stared into your eyes. You reached up and pulled him down so his lips were against yours. He kissed you back gently, but you didnât want none of that. You had his shirt fisted in your hands and pulled his body against yours getting him to groan slightly.
His arms circled you causing you melt into him. You melted into the kiss, deepening it more than he thought possible for a first kiss, your parted lips inviting him to explore. He wasted no time and obliged. Youâre not sure how long had passed but eventually he pulled back just to look down at you. âYou surprise me every day, you know,â he breathed, you smiled âI try,â you replied, he smiled at you âItâs one of the many things I love about you,â he said. You hide your face in his chest and he held you closer to his chest. He kissed the top of your head humming contently âWe should go on our date so I can kiss you again.â
Hoseok is good at putting up a front. To always seem happy, bubbly, like the world rests on top of someone elses shoulders. Thatâs what he wants people to think, because it makes others feel better and youâve got to fake it until you make it, right? You knew though. How much he worries about things, how heâs insecure, how he feels like he doesnât deserve all the praise. You knew how hard he pushes himself because his best is never good enough. You were the only person he ever let in about his struggles, because at the end of the day, you knew he was flawed but you decided to love him anyway.Â
It was 10 âo clock at night when you texted him, asking him where he was, to which he answered with the usual. He was practicing. You sighed knowing that by this time the rest of the boys were long gone and he was alone and being alone is exactly what ruins a person like Hoseok. So, you headed to the company building and followed the sound of loud music to find Hoseok in a practice room, over tired, sweaty and still dancing. You waited until the music stopped before clapping getting his attention on you âYouâre looking good baby,â you said walking over to him. You took his face sweetly in your hands âBut youâd look even better without these dark bags,â you added pressing your thumbs against his dark under eyes.
âThe price I have to pay for being the main dancer,â he replied wrapping his arms around you, âI think you already have the dance down though baby. You need rest just like the rest of us mere mortals,â you said getting him to chuckle. âI just donât want to disappoint anyone,â he said softly, you sighed running your thumbs across his cheek bones âYou could never disappoint anyone. Sure, seeing you dance is really amazing, but your fans, and me, love you because you are you. Theyâd be happy to just look at you,â you told him. His partical pout was so cute âI know,â he mumbled, you knew youâd never have the words to comfort him but there was one thing you could do. âJagi what-â you cut his off when your lips pressed against his.
His eyes closed as he melted into the kiss, the rest of the world fading away and the only thing in the world was that kiss. He had never gotten so lost in a kiss before, he pulled you closer to his damp chest, but you didnât care. You heart kept missing beats and your hands couldnât bring him close enough to you. He tasted you and realized he had been starving, what he was feeling was lover. Maybe it lasted a minute, maybe it lasted an hour. All the two of you really know is this kiss. How soft your skin was when it brushed against his, and that even if you did not know it until now, youâve been waiting for this person forever. You pulled back smiling at him âDo you believe me now?â you asked, he smiled shyly âmaybe show me again.â
Joon was very in touch with his emotions, he spoke his mind, did as he please and was always honest. You admired that about him, and envied him because of it. So it was no surprise to you or anyone that he had made all the first moves. Flirted first, asked you out first, held your hand first, hugged you first, kissed you first. He did everything first and he didnât mind doing so, you did a little though. You wanted to be like him, able to walk up to him and kiss him like he did to you, or grab his hand when you wanted to hold it. You knew you could do these things if you wanted to because he wouldnât mind, you were just a little bit too shy to actually do any of these things. The two of you had walked to the river to watch the sunset and looking at him looking so beautiful you knew you had to try.
You moved closer to him, looking up at his kind face that was now bathed in the glow of the evening sun. You felt a powerful outburst of affection overcoming you and almost compulsively reached out and placed your hands on his smooth cheeks. He didnât resist, in fact he smiled. Your heart beating heavily, you slowly elevated herself by standing on her toes and stared into his eyes, almost pleadingly, trying to communicate your desire to be kissed by him. He stared back, and apparently understanding your feelings, drew you closer to him. You parted your lips slightly pressing your warm lips against his. Closing your eyes you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist and hold tightly as he began to kiss back.
Moments later, you felt his wet tongue slide between your lips. You greeted it with your own tongue, feeling his moist breath in your mouth. You two kissed passionately, holding each other in a warm embrace, expressing your unspoken love. After what felt like hours, your mouths finally parted, and eyes finally met. He continued to hold you, silently staring into your others eyes. After giving him a watery smile, you rested your head against his chest. The beating of his heart was audible, an indication that he felt the same way you did. âYou should kiss me more often.â He stroked your hair gently, planting a loving kiss on your head and then nuzzling his nose into your hair. âIâll try.â
There comes a time when you meet someone and all the things you wanted in a lover just disappear. You wanted deep blue eyes like a clear ocean and then all of the sudden his brown creamy eyes become your favorite. You wanted someone who played sports but the way he plays piano just softens your heart. You wanted someone who could use beautiful words to make you feel better, but he doesnât speak when you cry, he just sits there and holds you with no intention of letting go. You wanted a lover who tells your youâre the real art when your at a museum but then you met him who doesnât look at the stars in the night because heâs too busy staring into your eyes. He makes you laugh and suddenly he is like you want him to be. He makes you happy. Thatâs all, happiness.Â
You were standing next to him, his arm slung across your shoulders bringing you closer to his side. You were watching him talk about something, you werenât really listen, but rather watching the way his face lights up, the corners of his eyes crinkle and his voice raise an octave. He truly was beautiful. It didnât make sense that someone like him could ever feel so damn insecure, because he was every loveliest word in the English dictionary. Maybe that was his flaw, to be so perfect, yet feel so flawed, maybe it kept him humble. Only when he buried his face into your head did you come back to reality âWhat are you staring at me for?â you could feel the smirk but also the warmth of his cheeks.
He pulled back just enough to look down at you, âYouâre just beautiful,â you told him quietly. He rolled his eyes at you but couldnât do anything to hide the smile your words brought to his lips. âAish, what am I going to do with you?â he asked before pressing a kiss to the side of your head in a loving manner. You shrugged your shoulder moving to stand in front of him to stare up at him a stupid grin on your face. You looked between his brown eyes and his full lips, that looked so inviting. You leaned up on your tip toes so you were closer to his height, his mouth close to yours, âDo you want to?â you whispered looking into his eyes âMore than anything,â he replied with a smirk.
You pressed your lips to his, closing your eyes to block out the rest of the world. You moved your lips against his, wanting more but of what, youâre not sure. He stepped closer until your bodies touch, his hands come up, the warm fingers grapping your waist, pulling you even closer. You were so lost in the kiss you had completely forgotten you guys were out in the middle of the street. You fell flat on your feet causing your lips to be pulled from his and you slowly opened your eyes to see your beaming boyfriend. âThere is going to be a lot more of those now you understand?â he asked getting you to blush âIâm serious-â he took your cheeks in his hands âKiss me whenever you want.â
The boys were sometimes ruthless in their teasing, and sometimes they took it too far and feelings got hurt. Thatâs what happened to Taehyung. They teased him about how clingy he was to you, and that you were going to get annoyed with him. He never thought he was annoying you, he just wanted to show you how much he loves you. However you didnât know about any of this, so to you it was like something just switched in him and he had become more distant. You thought something made him sad, so you decided to take over the job of being the clingy one. You complimented him every time he looked adorable to you. You smiled at him when he wasnât looking and kissed his forehead because you could.
You held his hand first instead of waiting for him to grab yours, or when you walked beside him you hugged his arm. Just because you were used to him taking the lead didnât mean he had too. You knew he needed your love and support just like you need his. You were loving him the way he had been loving you the passed few months. You told him how you felt about him even if it didnât find the conversation and hugged him was he was feeling extra distant. You cuddled him in bed instead of waiting for him to curl around you. You continuously let him know he was important to you. He was your boyfriend, and you were giving him the world.Â
He opened the door to the dorms for you and smiled warmly before letting you come inside. He didnât hug you, or kiss your head, he just walked back over to the couch where he had been sitting. You missed your cuddly boyfriend. You sighed walking over and sitting down next to him taking his chin in your hand and making him look at you âWhatâs wrong?â you asked getting him to furrow his eyebrows âWhat do you-â âWhy do you not cuddle me or hold my hand or kill me with love anymore, do you not like me anymore?â you asked with a slight pout. âNO! No oh God no,â he said wrapping his arms around you instantly pulling you into his lap, hugging you as if his life depended on it. âThe boys were teasing me for being so clingy⊠I didnât want to annoy you,â he admitted. You took his cute face in your hands âBut they arenât dating you, I am and I love my clingy boyfriend.â
Only then did you realize that he needed reassurance too. You smile softly at him âI donât want you to change okay? I want all the loving you can give me, I promise it never annoys me.â Almost compulsively you pulled him in for a kiss, it was gently and slow and lasted only for a moment, but it was everything. âReally Hyung? You have to have her in your lap to kiss her now?â Jungkook teased the older âDo it again?â he asked with a childish grin, you giggled before pulling him in for another kiss, his hands firm on your hips holding you in place, your fingers weaving through the hair at the back of his head both of you completely forgetting the maknae was even there. âI think we should talk like this all the time,â you said your lips still against his âI agree.â
For the most part the only time Jungkook had kissed anyone was at some party or special event, and he was definitely was not sober or aware of who he was kissing. Not to say heâs inexperience when sober, the boy knew how to use his tongue. But you were different. Not that he didnât want to kiss you, he really, really did, but kissing someone heâs actually been getting to know and slowly fall in love with was absolutely terrifying to the young boy. He may be an international playboy, but not everyone had caught his heart as much as you had. He was walking you home, your hand tightly held in his, both of you walking in comfortable silence âWe should do this again,â you said stopping in front of your door, dropping his hand causing him to involuntarily frown.
In that moment when you were both standing there, he was afraid you were going to be able to hear the sound of his heart racing. He felt his breathing change and adrenaline fill his veins, he was literally freaking out, praying that he wasnât going to fuck up and not kiss you like he had several times before. He didnât want to rush off even though his entire body is signaling for him to get the hell out of the situation. You giggled at the seemingly frozen boy in front of you and he looked at you just in time for his lips to be pressed against yours, his face in your hands. Every emotion flooded into his body. Both of his hands didnât know where to go, so he desperately grabbed onto whatever part of you. And within that ten second span nothing else mattered.
You pulled away smiling triumph, your hands lingering on his face, his on your hips. His breathing was stuttered and his eyes were still closed because reality could wait a couple more seconds before coming crashing in again. Yeah, nothing really compares to that first kiss. You giggled at his cuteness getting him to finally open his eyes and smile that cute smile of his âI wanted to do that all day,â he admitted. You wrapped your arms around his neck âWhat stopped you?â you questioned. He dropped his head down to press his forehead against yours âI wasnât just kissing some girl, I was kissing the girl, and I wanted it to be good.â he told you, âBut now that itâs out of the wayâŠâ
He kissed you. Once, twice, then he lips were attached to yours, moving expertly against your mouth. He kissed you so deeply you canât help but moan and he caught the noise with his tongue. You donât know whatâs got into you at this point but you could not pull away from him. You donât know how long you kissed, five minutes or five hours, either way your mouth feels bruised. His arms sturdy held up your now trembling figure, his heart beating fast against his chest. It was like your tongues got married and moved to America at this point. He pulled away looking down at you like a masterpiece, he smirked before running his thumb across your swollen bottom lip âYour kiss was nice, but mine was better,â he said. You rolled your eyes âIt wasnât a contest.â