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seokjin

"i'll do anything," you pleaded.

you had just arrived at jin's apartment with your high heels in one hand and your bag in the other. it had been a long day of standing on your feet and you wanted nothing more than your feet massaged. jin, however, wasn't going to do it without something in return.

"anything you say?" jin raises his eyebrow with a smirk, opening a can of soda with a loud 'pop'.

you nod your head at him and take a seat on his couch, throwing your feet up on the pillow next to you. he follows your movements with his eyes, before he makes his way over to the couch and takes a seat. he places his soda down on one of the decorative coasters in front of him and turns his attention towards your feet laying on the pillow next to him.

"i'll think of something," jin whispers more to himself than you.

"as much as i want to know what vile task you will have me doing, my massage has yet to begin," you wiggle your feet teasingly in front of him.

"alright, alright," he sighs playfully before beginning to work his magic.

his soft hands against the rough soles of your feet cause you to let out a soft sound of pure contentment. you notice how the face of the man in front of you begins to turn a delicate shade of pink. perhaps the soft sound was a little louder than you thought.

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yoongi

"can you massage my back?" you ask with a loud sigh.

you lay down on his bed and look over at where yoongi sits at his desk typing away. you wonder what he could possibly be working on at 11pm on a tuesday.

"you want me to what?" he stops typing for a moment and turns around in his chair to look at you.

"massage my back," you mumble into the soft pillow your head rests on.

yoongi seems to pause for a moment before standing up from his chair and making his way over to his bed. he takes a seat on the side of the bed and places his hands on your shoulders. you can feel the coldness of his hands through your thin top.

"like this?" he questions as his hands make their way down your back with gentle pressure, almost like he's scared you're going to break.

"perfect," you moan out.

his movements stop suddenly from the sound you made, but he continues once you turn your head back to look at him. you notice the way his eyes are wide and a soft blush is spread nicely across his cheeks. he seems to be enjoying this just as much as you.

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hoseok

"hobi, can you massage my shoulders? i feel so stiff," you question, tossing another piece of popcorn in your mouth.

you were sat on your best friend's couch, watching a movie that you picked out. you had a long day of staring at a computer screen and wanted some sort of relief.

"of course i can," hoseok jumps up off the couch eagerly and makes his way behind you.

"i'll repay you somehow," you sigh as his palms begin to work at your shoulders.

"you don't have to," he smiles to himself and focuses on the way your head tilts back and your mouth opens at his movements.

he has to stop his imagination from running wild at the scene of you underneath him like this. his attention falls back onto the movie playing in front of him, but he can't help but bite his lip at the thought of something else happening instead.

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namjoon

"do you need me to massage your feet?" namjoon questions when he sees you hobble your way into his apartment.

"that would be great actually," you sigh as you plop down onto his couch.

you had just got off of an 8 hour shift on your feet and you could not help but to take your best friend up on his offer. you swing your feet up into his lap and he begins to put pressure on your heels.

"you're doing so good," you sigh out.

namjoon's eyes widen at your words as his head begins to spin with the thoughts of you saying that in a different context. he makes his way up to the arches of your feet before going back down to your heels, hoping to get another reaction out of you.

"oh my god," you moan at the feeling of each of his fingers massaging their way into your soles.

he covers up his own moan with a small chuckle. hoping that you don't notice the way his face heats up or his hands begin to sweat. he should have asked to do this a long time ago.

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jimin

"can you massage my back?" you ask your best friend with a smile.

you knew he had a weak spot for your smile and you used it to your advantage after a long day at work. you were laying next to jimin in his room, both watching a random movie that neither of you remember putting on.

"yeah, turn around for me," he sits up in his bed and turns his body towards you, waiting on you to turn around.

something about the words that innocently rolled off his tongue made your face flush. you quickly turned onto your stomach before he could see the way he had you in the palm of his hands. you felt his weight shift beside you before you felt him straddle your waist.

jimin began to move his hands up and down your back, applying pressure where you needed it the most. it took him a minute to realize the position you both were in and his movements halted.

"what's wrong?" you ask when you notice his hands stopped moving.

"n-nothing," he mumbled before continuing his movements.

he was suddenly hyperaware of his hips on top of you and tried his best to focus on anything else; however, it was hard to when your soft moans echoed off of his bedroom walls.

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taehyung

"please," you beg to the man sat beside you.

you had just got to taehyung's apartment after a long shift at work and you wanted nothing more than to have his hands on your shoulders. you had been pleading for what seemed like hours but was really only 5 minutes.

"if i say yes, will you be quiet?" he sighs dramatically.

"yes, i promise," you can't help but smile as he moves to sit behind you.

"you owe me," he says under his breath.

he begins to dig his fingers into your shoulder blades as you let out a sigh. his hands work their way up to your neck then back down to your arms.

"thank you, tae," you moan out his name without meaning to, a harsh blush coating your cheeks.

his cheeks match your shade of red at the sound. suddenly, you don't owe him anything. he wants to do everything he can to hear that sound again.

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jungkook

"i can massage them for you," jungkook taps your legs that drape over his lap.

"that would be amazing actually," you smile at him.

it had been a long day of walking from place to place and your legs needed a break. after spending the last 5 minutes complaining about how much they hurt, jungkook offered to massage them for you. his hands rough but gentle as he works his way up your calves.

you tilt your head back and focus on the way his big hands felt on your skin. the shorts you have on riding up ever so slightly as his hands make their way to your thighs.

"jungkook," you moan out his name.

his breath hitches in his throat at your moan. he can't help but bite his lip and continue his movements up your thighs. he has to stop himself when he reaches the him of your shorts before going back down to your calves. his breathing is uneven and labored but you don't seem to notice.

"is this okay?" he questions as he makes his way back up your legs.