cruel summer | ksj x reader [M]
➹ title: cruel summer
➹ pairing: seokjin x reader
➹ genre: smut, established relationship
➹ summary:
...it's new, the shape of your body...It's blue...
the feeling I've got...and it's ooh, whoa, oh...It's a cruel summer
a guide to having sex with your utterly gorgeous boyfriend while navigating a few snags in the process where one of snags happens to be your gorgeous boyfriend
➹ rating: 18+
➹ WC: 2930
➹ warnings: minor communication issues, kissing, fondling, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, explicit sex, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, semi-public sex, dirty talk (?), reader is horny af, meeting the family (because when is that ever fun).
➹ a/n: a slight sequel to Counterfeit Culture partially inspired by Seokjin stripping for us on insta, and partially inspired by my re-reading of Pride and Prejudice. lol.
➹ rec music: yes, please definitely listen to miss swift’s Cruel Summer while reading this. it enhances stuff 👀
It is a truth universally acknowledged that when someone, already disposed to being impatient, is not getting what they want, becomes even more impatient and frustrated. And if the thing that they want happens to be sex with their extremely handsome boyfriend, well… the math becomes quite clear.
Never in your life had you imagined yourself in this present situation.
It had been a few months since the day you had rushed over to Seokjin’s house in the middle of the night, poured your heart out to him, and then proceeded to have truly incredible sex.
The two of you had begun dating almost immediately, although it wasn’t something that either of you had been very willing to disclose to your mutual friends. Suffice to say, almost everyone was unsurprised, and you had to bear the teasing for a few weeks before it became normal that Seokjin was your boyfriend.
But back to your present dilemma.
Hoseok and Jieun were getting married next month. Apparently, once someone from a group of friends got married, it didn’t take long for the others to follow. This would be the third wedding you’d be attending in the last year or so. And while you were incredibly happy for your best friend and the love of her life, wedding preparations came with certain obligations. Especially if one happened to be the maid of honor, as well as the best man’s new girlfriend.
Flower arrangements aside, there was also the issue of meeting Seokjin’s family for the first time. Since the Kims and the Jungs were close family friends, it was inevitable that you’d have to cross paths with your boyfriend’s very rich, very aristocratic, very imposing family.
So that’s why you were currently at Seokjin’s grandmother’s summer house. Though it could in no sense be called a house by normal standards.
It was a mansion at the least, or if you allowed your mind to wander, a castle.
Seokjin’s grandmother happened to be a very intelligent, reserved, and observant woman. You could see that her grandson had taken after her.
But despite all your reservations, she had been very welcoming of you. Her words were laced with a softness that you didn’t find in most of her interactions with people outside of her immediate family.
Speaking of immediate family, this was also the first time you were meeting Seokjin’s younger brother.
Kim Taehyung was unlike anyone you had met before. Like his brother, he was devastatingly handsome but instead of being reserved and unapproachable, he carried himself with an air of playfulness, easy flirtations oozing out of his entire being.
“Lovely to finally meet you, y/n,” he had said after giving you a hug. “I was beginning to think my brother would die a lonely, old virgin.”
Seokjin had coughed violently at these words, spilling some of his water in the process.
And there lay the crux of your dilemma.
Despite being in a happy new relationship, you hadn’t been getting any. There had been plenty of dates, and outings, and dinners at his place, and dinners at your place. But it never amounted to anything more than a heavy makeout session.
It was annoying to feel like a horny teenager because you had never really been one as a teenager. When people had been sneaking off to movies or the backseats of cars, you had been studying for exams or trying to figure when the next volume of Maid Sama would be out.
Now that you had every reason (and desire) to indulge in some between the sheets action - and an abundance of private spaces to engage in the activity - the only obstacle seemed to be your boyfriend’s reticence.
You had consoled yourself with the fact that he was very reserved and shy, and things would probably take more time for him.
But things had come to head, quite literally, during a lunch at the summer house.
It was you, Jieun, Hoseok, Hoseok’s sister and her husband, Seokjin, Taehyung, their grandmother, and a couple of aunts seated at the large dining table. Everything was moving pleasantly and you might not have really noticed anyone or anything if Taehyung hadn’t accidentally knocked over a glass of wine on his brother’s gray shirt.
“It’s fine,” Seokjin assured everyone, dabbing himself with a napkin. “I’ll just soak it in a bit of water for now. Be back in a bit.”
A couple of minutes after Seokjin had left for the bathroom, you noticed Taehyung biting his nails nervously.
Feeling bad for the younger boy, you decided to check in on Seokjin, in case he needed some help.
What you weren’t expecting was your boyfriend to be standing in the middle of the large bathroom, clad in only his khaki slacks while washing the stained shirt in the sink.
He looked sinful - every ridge and muscle of his torso visible, as your eyes raked over his body.
You walked over, coming to a halt right in front of him. His eyes went wide, unsure of what you were going to say. Because even after 4 months of dating, he didn’t know how much you wanted him.
You placed your hands on his chest, keeping your gaze locked with his. The tips of his ears had turned pink, and you knew that he was this close to asking you to stop.
But not today.
“Why aren’t you wearing your shirt?” you asked, your voice much lower than usual.
Seokjin looked bewildered for a moment. You had seen everything that had happened in the dining room. “Y/n, you saw-”
“Are you trying to seduce me?” you continued, paying him now heed. You stroked his cheek with your finger, lazily dragging it along the column of his neck. “To have your way with me?”
Seokjin shivered at the movement. “N-no, I-”
“You didn’t need to try,” you said, moving closer so that your face was a hair’s breadth from his. “I’m yours. I’m ready. I want you.”
You could see his eyes darken at your words but something was still stopping him.
You leaned your face against his so that your lips missed his by mere centimeters. “Jin, please.”
The nickname combined with the desperation in your voice was what finally broke him.
He crashed his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily and without patience. His touches were rough and you relished in the frenzy of the moment. A swipe of his tongue against your mouth was enough for you to let him in, a small moan escaping you as you felt his hands underneath your blouse.
“I- ugh… I want-” you gasped in between the kisses, not wanting to stop but also wanting more.
Seokjin broke away for a moment, gazing at you with eyes filled with lust, hunger, and something almost too tender to focus on. “Yeah? What do you want, darling?”
You hated that term of endearment because it always made you clench your thighs but rarely did it lead to a pleasurable end.
Maybe it would be different this time.
“I want to suck you off.”
Seokjin flushed at those words. This was where his shyness really made its presence felt. “W-what?”
You took a step back from him, placing a hand on the button of his slacks. “You heard me. I want to suck your cock. I want to see how you feel when I use my tongue. I want to make you feel good.”
Still looking slightly flustered, Seokjin nodded his head, unbuttoning his slacks and shimmying out of them.
You palmed him first, relishing in the sharp gasp he let out at your touches. He was big, and while you knew this for a fact, it had been a while since you had actually been this intimate with him.
“How does that feel?” you asked, looking up to see the redness seeping down from his ears to his neck.
“So good,” he barely managed to get out. “You don’t have to-”
You stopped him mid sentence by pulling on the band of his underwear, letting his cock spring out.
“Tell me if this feels okay,” you said, licking a strip down his member.
“Ugh, y/n, I-” His voice sounded strained, like he was holding himself back.
“How about this?” You licked the tip of his cock, laving your tongue around the pre-cum that had started leaking from it.
All he could do was make a few strangled noises at this point, and you took it as your cue to continue your work.
Not someone who had ever enjoyed the prospect of performing oral sex on another person, it was surprising how eager you were to take Seokjin’s length into your mouth.
His noises of pleasure were more than enough to start the ache in your pussy, and you continued sucking him until he put a hand on your shoulder to stop.
“I don’t want to cum in your mouth,” he said, breathlessly. “Not just yet.”
You stood up, wiping the saliva from your mouth. “What do you want then?”
“I want to return the favor.”
He stepped forward, eyes full of determination, pointing at your skirt.
“Are you sure?” you asked. Although you were more than willing to have him eat you out. “You don’t have to do it today.”
“I want to.”
You gulped. He looked so hot, standing there in all his naked glory - your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.
“Then I have a request.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“Leave the bathroom door unlocked.”
His gaze darkened, quickly undoing the simple lock on the door. Moving back towards you, he noticed that you were preparing to hoist yourself up on the counter.
“No,” he said, guiding you with his strong arms. “Stand opposite the mirror. I want you to look at yourself while I give you the best orgasm of your life.”
You shivered at his suggestion, feeling the wetness grow between your thighs. This was new. Neither of you were very public or open about your affection. But this change was exciting.
“I-” your words were swallowed up by the gasp elicited from Seokjin’s feather light kiss between your thighs.
Looking down, you realized that he was on his knees, making his way through the thin layer of your panties that separated your core from his sinful lips.
“Don’t look down,” he instructed, tone firm and commanding. The hesitation from when you had entered the bathroom was long gone.
You did as he said, trying to keep your gaze trained on your image in the large ornate mirror. The classic, pristine decor of the bathroom seemed tainted by what the two of you were doing.
“Oh…” you moaned, closing your eyes as you felt Seokjin’s tongue lick a slow stripe between your folds.
He was taking his time, keeping your panties pulled aside with his finger and giving himself as much access as he needed. His tongue was doing some of its best work, deliberate strokes and unpredictable patterns assaulting your pussy until you were struggling to stand upright.
“This needs to go,” Seokjin ordered, pulling your skirt down with one fluid motion.
You made the mistake of opening your eyes just as he returned to his place between your thighs. The sight of him giving you head in the mirror almost felt like an out of body experience.
“How is it?” asked Seokjin, his voice slightly muffled from where he was below you.
“I-” you were having trouble forming coherent thoughts at this point.
“Tell me,” he continued, kissing your clit softly. “What do you need, darling?”
It was that damn term of endearment that ended up being your undoing. Just seven letters, and he somehow managed to encapsulate his love, his attentiveness, his smoothness, and his desire for you in one breath.
“I need you, Jin.” Your voice came out huskier than you had ever heard it before.
“You have me, my darling,” he reassured you, sucking your clit before inserting a long, elegant finger into your cunt.
“Jin!” you gasped, grabbing a fistful of his gorgeous hair. “I’m close…”
He inserted a second finger inside you, curling them ever so slightly as he felt you arch into his hand.
“Almost there, darling,” he continued. “I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. Especially at this point.”
You did as he said, not really being able to think of much else on your own.
It was a sinful image.
You stood in the middle of the white and gold bathroom, practically naked, as you fucked yourself against your boyfriend’s fingers, with the very real prospect of someone walking in on you due to the previously unlocked door.
It was sinful enough to send you over the edge.
Your body shuddered violently as the orgasm made its way through you. Seokjin held your legs steady from his place between your thighs. It was a pleasure unlike any you had experienced before, and you sank to the ground, slowly, as your core throbbed traitorously.
Seokjin sat in front of you, his expression a mix of adoration and smugness as he noted the effects of your orgasm.
His cock was rock hard and looked painfully red. You realized that he hadn’t allowed himself to finish. You knew he wouldn’t approach you to help him reach his climax, not when he could see how spent you were from what he had just done to you. But you also knew that you weren’t going to leave this bathroom until your boyfriend had put his cock inside you and fucked you till you couldn’t remember your own name.
“We’re not done yet.” You stood up, ridding yourself of your blouse and bra, before taking your original place on the counter.
“Y/n, you don’t have to-”
The hesitance was back and it made you scoff in annoyance. Spreading your legs and rubbing some of the slick between your folds, you cocked an eyebrow and gave him a challenging look.
“I want my boyfriend to fuck me,” you said, keeping your gaze locked with his, “in the unlocked bathroom of his family’s summer house, where anyone could walk in at any moment.”
“You know I could never say no to that,” he groaned, walking towards you. He angled his cock against your core and slowly entered you. “And who do you think will walk in?”
You had missed the feel of him inside you. He filled you up so well. Like puzzle pieces that actually fit.
“Ahh,” you moaned, placing a hand on his shoulder as he thrust into you again. “Anyone could.”
“Let me rephrase that,” he said, voice strained as he increased the pace of his thrusts. “Who do you want to walk in?”
The question was so scandalous that you couldn’t help the gush of wetness that followed.
“They’d walk in and see us,” he continued, building the filthy fantasy. “Fucking on the bathroom counter.” He was getting closer and you could hear it in the way he was grinding out each word. “They’d see my cock inside you - see me pounding into your pretty pussy. Would you like that?”
The thrusts were strong and sloppy at this point. You were barely managing to hold on.
“Tell me, darling.” He was punctuating each word with a thrust. Finally, he managed to hit the spot that caused you to unfurl in a fit of pleasure. “Would you like that?”
“Yes! Oh my god! JIN!” you screamed into his shoulder, hoping that would muffle the sound even a little bit.
“Perfect,” he managed to say, before pulling out and cuming on the fluffy bath mat on the floor.
It took a few minutes before you were both clean, dressed, and presentable enough to leave the bathroom.
You looked at Seokjin as he tucked his shirt into his pants. That offending piece of clothing had been the start of this entire escapade.
Feeling a strange rush of emotion, you pulled him into a deep kiss. His hands found their way to your waist, and you couldn’t help the groan of satisfaction as you continued kissing his beautifully plump lips.
“I- uh,” he began, once you had untangled yourselves from each other. “I hope this wasn’t too much. I know you said-”
You kissed him again before he could complete his sentence. “You are an idiot if you don’t know how much I want you.”
“Really?” He smiled that rare smile. The one that wasn’t reserved for board meetings, or family members, or friend groups. It was your favorite smile. It was when he allowed himself to be at his most vulnerable. When he allowed himself to be happy.
“I have been prepared to jump your bones at so many inappropriate moments and locations,” you giggled. “Don’t ever hesitate because you think this might be too fast for me.”
Seokjin let out an amused chuckle. “Okay then, I won’t hold back.”
“I look forward to it,” you replied, kissing him once more for good measure.
“I’ll head out first and you can follow after a few seconds,” Seokjin said, gazing at you with a delightfully hazy expression. The kiss had been effective.
Thankfully, the coast was clear and the two of you walked out onto the patio in relief.
Not long after, Taehyung walked over to you where you were both standing. He had a glass of champagne in one hand, his dark curls swaying lazily with each step.
“Please use the bathroom attached to your room next time,” he said, not stopping to spare either of you a glance.
there we go! please lemme know if you enjoyed this and i will link the original (Counterfeit Culture) on this post later. or you could look for it on my masterlist lol.
