n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.
Namika Akari has been in love with her best friend, Byakuya Kuchiki for years and she has finally decided to move on from the long term crush.
Byakuya has other plans in mind once he finds out about her love for him, with determination he is set to be happy after many years of suffering from a cold heart.
summary: you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.
word count. 3,994 words.
warnings. semi-public sex, namjoon doesn't need much convincing, oral sex (m. receiving) unprotected sex but reader is on birth control, creampie, namjoon takes oc's underwear.
note: happy early bday to our leader who keeps me sane and motivates me to keep living everyday. here is some horny fluff word vomit inspired by all the content we've been getting of namjoon looking delicious in his buzzcut lately. i couldn't resist. pics above are from @rkivsfe ♡
Namjoon seemed plucked straight from the pages of a classic romance, a perfect gentleman in every sense.
Throughout the day, your parents had been gracious hosts at their house, and Namjoon had gracefully navigated each conversation, his charismatic charm and impeccable manners in full display.
Yet, it wasn't the refined qualities occupying your mind; rather, it was his freshly buzzed hair and the allure of his domesticated moments – like when he insisted on helping your mother – that made your heart race, feverish heat flooding your core at the thought of creating a home with him someday.
The both of you had never really properly broached the topic of children, especially since you were on birth control.
While you had only been dating for two years, discussions of having children had stayed respectfully on the back burner; the decision to wait until marriage, or at least until life was less hectic, appeared sensible to both of you.
For now, life as it was felt fulfilling.
But lately, as you watched Namjoon tenderly cradle a friend's baby or playfully chase nieces and nephews at family gatherings, you began to see the appeal of having a family with Namjoon.
It was hard not to want it sometimes.
It took every ounce of restraint not to lunge at him right there, an insatiable hunger bubbling within, barely contained.
And when the rest of your family continued to mingle in the backyard, that was the moment you decided it was time to make your move.
Namjoon's eyes narrowed perceptively, instantly detecting the undercurrent of mischief in your stride.
Your smile, wide and radiant, was Oscar-worthy enough to mask your ulterior motives from everyone else; however, Namjoon could see right through your seemingly innocent offer of showing him a 'tour' of your childhood bedroom.
Determinedly, you grasped his arm firmly and practically dragged him up the staircase of your parents’ house and up to your old room located at the far end of the second-floor hallway.
—
To his credit, Namjoon nearly fell for your act.
He attentively followed along while you animatedly led him around the room; pointing out the remnants of your teenage years evident in the faded posters of pop bands adorning the walls, a meticulously arranged collection of Studio Ghibli figurines that adorned shelves, and a colorful assortment of plush toys scattered about.
Golden sunlight pours through the window, playing on the sparkle in your eyes as your sundress embraces every curve. Beneath Namjoon’s clothes, a nagging ache intensifies, matched by the growing warmth and strain in his pants as he admires your radiance.
Slowly, time seemed to suspend itself, while the walls in your room appeared to close in on you both.
Soon enough, you found yourselves standing face-to-face, completely absorbed by each other's presence.
“You okay?” you ask in a hushed tone.
Namjoon's eyes sparkle with mischief, his eyes shamelessly lingering on your figure. The corners of his mouth turn up in a cheeky grin.
"I know what you’re thinking."
Brows knitting together, you blink in feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about," you murmur, eyes evading his as your arms cross protectively.
“Oh, of course. You were just so eager to show me your room,” he states matter-of-factly.
Namjoon’s grin grows wider as he confidently strides closer, hands casually tucked in his pockets. “Nothing more to it, right baby?”
What a fucking tease.
Warmth creeps up your cheeks as nervous laughter bubbles up, eyes avoiding his penetrating stare – Namjoon always had an uncanny ability to read you like an open book.
It was something that instantly made heat bloom between your thighs. And when he was looking at you like that, it was impossible to hide anything from him.
He tilts his head and studies you with an arched brow. “You have that look.”
“What look?”
“The bedroom eyes. I’ve seen it before.”
“I do not!” you manage to choke out, the words nearly vanishing from your throat.
Namjoon just chuckles, disarmingly smug. “Hm. If you say so.”
Within moments, you uncross your arms and navigate the remaining distance, your hands coming up to explore the contours of his body – fingertips slipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles tensing in his back before coming around and daintily migrating northward across his chest.
Namjoon leans down, claiming your lips with a fleeting kiss. "We probably shouldn't," he breathes out softly against your parted lips.
"Hmmm," you pout. "And why not?"
Not waiting for an answer, your lips continue their exploration – slowly moving from his lips, tracing the angles of his jaw, and dancing between gentle nibbles and fervent suction.
Beneath his shirt, your fingers tease his chest, leaving light scratches before brushing against his sensitive nipples.
It only took seconds before you could feel how hard and ready Namjoon was, as his skin burned hotter beneath your touch and his breaths grew shallow.
Trying to suppress a groan and maintain some level of composure, Namjoon bites down on his lip and whispers your name with an unsteady voice.
"Your family is literally downstairs."
“They’re actually outside.”
Smiling mischievously, you return your attention to him by licking a slow stripe from his neck to the sensitive spot just below his ear – a place you’ve discovered he particularly enjoys being teased.
“I can’t promise I’ll want to stop at just kissing,” he warns with equal parts desperation and plea – a last attempt at cracking your resolve as his hands reflexively grip your waist in a manner both possessive and protective.
“And what?” you breathe out, each word soft and slow, a challenge in disguise. “Where would you want to stop?”
“I won’t.”
Softening your gaze, you allow your lips to ghost over his. “Then don't hold back,” you whisper, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.
His heated gaze flickers across every inch of you – taking in your expression, the way your body presses against his. You couldn't resist further taunting him.
Your hands slide down his chest and towards the belt loops of his jeans, giving them a playful tug before swiftly moving to unbutton them.
It’s at this moment that Namjoon seems to snap out of his haze.
His lust-addled stupor evaporates like lifting fog, replaced by a rush of clarity where the lines between right and wrong become difficult to blur.
Suddenly decisive, he intercepts your wandering hands with a firm but gentle hold.
“____. No.”
“I’ll be quiet,” you promise him, a sultry smirk playing on your lips, both tempting and dangerous.
“Baby. We are not fucking in your parents’ house—especially in broad daylight.”
"Oh, Joonie…" you sigh lovingly, pressing a tender and lingering kiss to the small mole just below his lip.
"Always such a gentleman. Holding my hand, praising me in front of my parents, even charming my mom... You don’t wanna fool around with me here?"
Namjoon's mouth opens as if to protest further, but any words that threaten to come out are swallowed up by a groan that he struggles to stifle at the sensation of you swiftly tugging down his jeans and boxers, just enough for you to wrap your warm, tight hand around his thick length.
"You’re…s-seriously out of your mind. We…we really shouldn't," he manages to utter, each word strained by the effort he puts into maintaining control – his dark eyes burning with barely restrained desire.
You pause your movements and look into his eyes. "We can make it quick. I promise I'll be quiet."
But you knew Namjoon had always preferred taking things slow, savoring every moment, especially during sex with you.
He was never really a fan of rushing, and you learned along the way he was big on foreplay.
Yet seeing you present yourself before him like a priceless treasure, accompanied by batting those alluring, pleading eyes at him, Namjoon can't help but consider going against his instincts for once – if only for five fleeting minutes.
“I knew you didn’t want to bring me up here just to—Fuck, hold on. Wait,” he stammers, suddenly remembering, “I– I don’t have any condoms. Well, I didn’t bring any, for obvious reasons.”
An awkward silence settles between you two as the unspoken question lingers, and you gaze into his eyes, searching for an answer.
His eyes widen just a fraction when he realizes what you’re silently asking.
“God, are you…—? No," he says firmly. "Absolutely not."
"But I've been on birth control for years!" you whine.
Namjoon closes his eyes briefly and exhales sharply, tension radiating from his clenched jaw.
“Babe,” he utters with a heavy sigh.
"Namjoon," your voice is barely audible as you breathe the plea into the curve of his neck, the warm air causing a shiver of desire to course through him.
Your thumb glides across the tip of his cock, smearing the glistening pearl of pre-cum that gathers from the tip.
Your lips begin to trail gentle kisses along the length of his throat, all while teasingly drawing the tip of your fingers up and down his shaft.
Namjoon's breath catches in response to your touch, gasping as he involuntarily thrusts upwards to meet your hand.
“What about ‘just the tip’?” you whisper. “Isn’t that something that guys like to do?”
“Well… I-I’m paranoid and we should be careful,” he stammers out. “It only takes one time, you know. Can’t this wait until we get home?”
Noticing his faltering resolve, your lip catches between your teeth to suppress a sly grin. Wordlessly, you slowly sink to your knees in front of him.
He watches transfixed as your tongue traces a slow path up the engorged vein of his cock, pausing to swirl around the head before taking him fully into your warm mouth.
Namjoon emits a soft groan - hands delicately cradling your jaw - while your cheeks hollow and your head begins to bob rhythmically, dewy eyes peeking out from beneath your lashes to watch him.
His head falls back and his eyes squeeze shut, fighting to restrain a moan as desire shoots through him like wildfire, fuelling your own craving for him even more fervently.
You could sense him teetering on the edge, his self-restraint waning with each moment until, in one deft motion, he withdraws from your mouth just enough to stagger back, hoisting you up by your arms and steering you backwards until the mattress edge halts against your knees and topples you onto it.
“You’re fucking shameless, you know that?” he pants, scrambling to shove his pants further down and stepping between your legs, holding his hard cock and leaning over you.
Below him, you giggle and hurriedly push your dress up, sliding your panties down and kicking them aside.
Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them over your head and pins them there.
And as his body aligns with yours – his strong chest firm against your breasts, his crotch deliciously nestled between your thighs – every last drop of doubt vanishes from both of your minds.
Under the sultry gaze of his darkened eyes, he grips your face, his large hands cupping your delicate cheeks, thumbs tenderly caressing the soft skin.
Your mouths meet urgently; his lips hungrily pressing against yours to lick and tug at your bottom lip, expertly swallowing every stifled sound that begs release.
"Joon," you murmur tenderly against his parted lips, pausing between kisses. "Touch me, please."
Your honeyed pleas don't go unanswered; Namjoon's hands swiftly comply with your demand, gently pulling down the elastic neckline of your dress far enough to let your breasts spring free.
"Such a tease, wearing this," Namjoon grunts, grabbing a fistful of your dress, "fuck."
His eyes darken at the sight before him: your dress invitingly pooled at your waist, thighs parted and slightly glistening from your arousal visible even to him.
It was nearly impossible for him to deny you anything at all when you pleaded with that breathy, needy tone.
His lips move with purpose, trailing a series of warm, sweet kisses across your collarbone, down to the valley between your breasts – lingering just long enough to elicit a breathy gasp before grazing your stiff nipples with feather-light nips.
You struggle to bite back any gasping moans – honoring the promise you hastily made earlier – with only the softest sighs escaping your pursed lips.
“Feels good?" Namjoon murmurs softly, his hand navigating the space between your bodies to trace delicate circles around your throbbing clit.
"God, you're soaking wet already and I've hardly touched you."
Desperately trying to maintain silence, you find your hips moving instinctually in rhythm with the sinfully slow motions of his long fingers. They gather your slickness, teasingly near your dripping entrance with one finger before returning upward to trace unhurried, deliberate circles on your clit again with two fingers.
“Wanna come first?”
Your bottom lip captured between your teeth, you shake your head.
"Can we… Can you pull out?" breathlessly escapes from your lips.
He groans your name gently, punctuating his words with a delicate nip on your jawline. "What happened to 'just the tip'?"
"I changed my mind," you whine weakly, stifling a frustrated groan when his fingers stop their movements.
Namjoon's chuckle against your skin is light and teasing. "My greedy girl,” he coos affectionately against your lips before pressing a lingering kiss on the corner of your mouth.
“Wonder what your parents would think if they knew that right now, their precious daughter was up here with me, legs spread wide and begging for me like this? Hmmm?"
His dirty words make you choke on a barely suppressed moan, but you do nothing to discourage him.
He doesn't pull his fingers away from your aching core – instead, he bends down to lick them clean before gently pressing them back inside of you.
“Please, just please, can we…” your voice falters as it dissolves into unintelligible murmurs, desperate for relief, desperate for him to fill you up the way you want.
"So needy," Namjoon chuckles softly at your struggle for coherence; swiftly replacing his fingers with the head of his cock.
"You’re sure about this?" he whispers hoarsely, the feel of him nudging at your entrance sending already rioting butterflies into overdrive.
Your hands instinctively slide over the firm contours of his backside, urging him closer as your hips rock against his. “Wanna feel you. All of you,” you softly mewl in his ear.
A primal growl emerges from Namjoon’s throat before he nips lightly at the tender flesh of your neck. “So filthy.”
Namjoon finally pushes inside of you, inch by torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, slowly filling and stretching you in a way that makes your legs shudder and lock around his waist.
His hips still, giving you time to get adjusted, or perhaps in an attempt to try to steady himself.
He nuzzles into your neck, spreading his warm breath all over the soft skin there, nudging aside the fabric of your dress to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.
Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, fingers dancing across his freshly trimmed head, massaging and scratching softly at his scalp.
Your hips slightly roll to guide him deeper, enticing him to start moving.
It's sheer, unadulterated bliss as he pumps into you, filling you up in perfect harmony with your own unsteady breaths.
It feels even better than you thought – so warm and wet and snug around him, nothing has ever felt as good in your life.
Out of all the things you and Namjoon have tried, this was something that you just haven’t done.
And now you know you were ruined.
Ruined for using a condom ever again with this man. Your pulse is pounding so hard against your ears that it seems impossible to focus on anything else at this moment but him and how good it feels to have him bare inside of you.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," Namjoon breathes hotly against the column of your throat. "So tight around me."
He’s fucking into you agonizingly slow and deep; his movements are deliberate and unhurried, each deep, slow stroke filling the air with your muffled moans and the wet sounds of your slick bodies every time his hips snap up against yours.
His hand entwines with yours, palm-to-palm above your head, while his other arm holds you closer by the thigh curled around his waist.
Enveloped in a sensuous fog where your senses blur and bend, you feel him gradually quicken his pace, each thrust growing more intense.
Namjoon nuzzles his face into your neck, soft moans vibrating against your skin.
Teasingly, his pulsating shaft glides out completely – slow, torturously slow – pausing just before thrusting back in; filling you completely, his tip applying pressure to a hidden sweet cluster of nerves within you that ignites an uncontrollable tightening around him.
An unfamiliar sound escapes from your throat – a strange mixture of a whimper and his name – and he gasps before laughter takes over.
His hand comes up to quickly muffle your sounds.
"Babe," he warns between giggles and gasps for air. "You promised you'd be quiet."
“But—” your weak rebuttal trails off as warmth spreads across your face and tears gather at the corners of your eyes. “B-but it’s just so… F-feels… so…”
"Shhh, I know," he whispers tenderly against your mouth.
Namjoon’s hand trails from the curve of your thigh to weave through your hair, tightening at the back of your head and pulling you into another heated, sloppy kiss.
“Doing so well for me,” Namjoon whispers between kisses. “Taking it all.” More kisses. Rougher and wetter. “S-so pretty… so fucking pretty wrapped around me like this.”
With each impassioned stroke, you cling to him; muffled moans of his name escaping between breathless kisses as waves of warmth wash over you.
"Want you to come... come inside, Joon, please," you softly plead.
Ardor begins to strain at every seam, your sweet plea threatening to shatter Namjoon's restraint, nearly sending him over the edge.
“Yeah? You close, baby?”
Your eyelids grow heavy, closing tightly as your head fervently bobs in agreement, words failing you.
To this, Namjoon plunges into you with a growl. His cock kisses your g-spot, again and again – and his face is a canvas of pure ecstasy as he thrusts forcefully, his hips colliding with yours while he drives himself even deeper, almost as if he was working to etch himself into your very being.
Your teeth press into his shoulder to muffle your sobs, while your hands frantically wander— sliding under his shirt to rake at the damp skin of his back or bunching at the wrinkled sheets, desperately searching for something to ground you as he pounds into you, each powerful motion stealing more breath from your lungs. It’s a drawn-out, slow rolling orgasm that he drags out of you.
He fucks you through your climax; deep, steady thrusts that makes your legs quiver and your eyes lose focus as they roll back.
A low, guttural moan suddenly escapes him as warmth begins to flood every nook and cranny within you, occupying and filling every gap.
The pulsating of the thick vein lining the underside of his cock throbs with each burst of his release, while your own walls tenderly constrict around him.
Your vision is consumed by whiteness as your eyes clench shut from the sheer force of shared euphoria, your mind wonderfully blank.
And then, stillness.
He stays buried inside you, his large frame forming a protective shield around your body, like a giant blanket swaddling you both.
His nose gently nestles against the side of your neck, as the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest comes to match yours, slowly and peacefully. Your legs are still wrapped snugly around his waist, your hand tracing slow, lethargic circles on his back beneath his shirt.
“Holy shit,” you breathe in elation, “we should do that more often.”
Namjoon huffs out a laugh. Carefully shifting his weight, he hovers above you, hands on either side of your shoulders. “That good?”
“Yeah,” you exhale with a grin. “Really good.”
“Really good,” he echoes with a laughter that dances at the edges of his eyes and alights the depths of his dimples.
And you laugh, too, delightfully dizzy and slightly sticky with perspiration as the sun spills through the window's gaps, rays of golden syrup bathing you in warmth.
Namjoon presses a fleeting but tender kiss to your mouth and gently pulls out of you, leaving a lingering emptiness and a sweet ache in your core that lingers.
His eyes curiously wander down to the apex of your thighs and you watch as his hand wanders down to pry your legs apart, his fingertips holding them open as he watches the warm, viscous fluid of his cum slowly form a trail from your entrance. He traces a gentle finger through the slick aftermath, a satisfied hum resonating as your body shudders with blissful oversensitivity.
In this proximity, he bends down to place a tender kiss on the side of your jaw, with words that now flow like honey. “Think we could make that a priority,” he murmurs.
He follows up with another feathery kiss directly upon your lips - an almost chastely innocent smile dancing across his features, almost sinfully ironic.
You find yourself grinning in response to his obvious overture before letting your hand wander lower on his back.
Slowly, deliberately, almost flirtatiously, it reaches and gropes his rear end. "So would you be open to round two then?" you tease playfully as your fingers pinch just enough for him to know you're serious.
Namjoon’s immediate reaction is priceless – a jolt forward accompanied by an adorably indignant yelp as he tries (and fails) to hide his surprise at your boldness.
All he can do is shake his head at you in disbelief before giving in once more to laughter.
Eventually regaining some composure, he chides you gently by flicking your forehead with one finger, mimicking chastisement but betraying nothing but affection. You feign complete agony with a comically exaggerated moan and grip to your forehead, earning another round of laughter from Namjoon.
“Jesus, baby,” he says, exhaling a heavy breath, forcing a laugh. “You’re going to kill me.”
He shifts to a seated position on the mattress next to you before standing up, his back straight and his movements curiously graceful for someone so tall.
Your gaze follows him, transfixed as he grasps the edges of his boxers and jeans, lifting them back over his lean hips.
You have to internally curse at how his shirt clings to him like a second skin, accentuating his broad form as he calmly fastens each button, the muscles in his biceps rippling subtly in the process.
This simple act (an undoubtedly mundane and ordinary action) transforms into a hypnotizing display just by virtue of it being Namjoon.
Shifting your position slightly, you slide the straps of your dress back into place, readjusting the elastic neckline to cover your chest.
Propped up on your elbows, your eyes dart around for your missing panties.
Namjoon seems to be almost telepathic in this moment, glancing over and catching your eye.
Realizing what you're searching for, a playful smirk forms on his lips.
He bends down to retrieve your underwear from its hiding spot on the floor and rather cheekily shoves it into his pocket instead of handing it to you.
Feigning irritation, you huff as he saunters victoriously across the room towards the bedroom door with his stolen trophy secured in his pocket.
“Namjoon,” you protest, now sitting up completely. “I need those!”
"You can have them back later," he calls over his shoulder as he begins opening the door.
The curve of his lips breaking into a gentle smile as he adds, "Let's go home. And don't worry, love - I'll keep these safe for you."
As if to emphasize his point, he gives the pocket safeguarding your panties a delicate pat - one last playful jest before disappearing beyond the doorway.
Synopsis: Kim Namjoon is your caring best friend. You find him wildly hot, so you always ask him to stay away while you ovulate. He never asks why he just listens to your boundary. Until you forget to text him the memo one day.
Alternatively: You're ovulating and sleep with your incredibly hot best friend all because he wants to help you.
WC: 5300~
Warnings: barely proofread, probably grammatical errors and typos. Smut!!! This work is 95% smut, adult language or thoughts.
Smut Warnings (18+ MDNI): mentions of masturbation (f. Receiving), light nipple play (f. Rec.), oral (f. And m. Rec), brief fingering (f rec), probably bad dirty talk, praise and degration??? (F rec), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), facial fucking (f rec), swallowing (f rec), no aftercare (thanks yoongi)
AN: the workout vlog has me feeling some type of feral over all 3 of them but ruff ruff Kim namjoon im SAT yes sir. Have fun ya nasties. 😘
Find pt.2 here
MATURE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT
Being best friends with Namjoon is a blessing and a curse all wrapped into one.
Exhibit A: He knows when you're on your period. Not because you're extra bitchy (even though you totally are) but also the 5% extra tint under your eyes. The fact you chose your aerie leggings and not your GAP jeans. How you started crying because you dropped your strawberry.
He just dims the lights and tells you to go sit. He will prepare a whole plate of strawberries and give you the hoodie right off his back. All the while putting two midol in your hand and a glass of water in the other.
Exhibit B: He knows when you're starting to get annoyed. The tiniest twitch in your brow. The deep breath as you try to keep all your annoyance internal.
He will pull up Spotify and start playing your comfort song. Watch how your shoulders slowly lose tension. How your breathing becomes easier now that you're not reminding yourself to breathe.
Exhibit C: He knows when he's not supposed to come over. It usually happens around the same time every month, within a week's range so he expects it at this point. You send him a text that morning that you don't feel good and don't want company. He respects your boundaries. He never asks why. Just takes it and goes on with his day. Maybe send you a text checking in but that's it.
Blessings.
The curse though?
The fact that he's mad hot. You wouldn't say you had a crush on your best friend, per say. But you cannot deny that he's stupid attractive either. 5 feet and 11 inches of; seductive dragon eyes, devasting smile that come with matching dimples that should have their own fan club, biceps that you want around your throat, large veiny hands that you also would love as a necklace, soft tummy to hide his abs that come out to play when those muscles get put to work, thunder thighs that you would gladly put your head between and dammit, he even has a nice ass.
You're not into him but you're into him.
Which is why that one day a month you tell him to not come over—
Because you're ovulating and fear you would go absolutely feral if he was within a 10 mile radius as you.
And today just so happens to be that day. Waking up to your panties drenched due to a hot dream. Needy already. Kind of unfair if you were to ask yourself.
Good ol reliable rosey comes out to play before you hop in the shower to hopefully repent for your sins.
Except that barely works. It never really works. Usually spending your ovulation the whole day just hopelessly horny as you watch edits of your favorite idol.
God, if only you had a boyfriend or just someone to satisfy those needs. But it's just you and your favorite battery operated toy that will have to make due until that lucky day comes. It's not like you have gone through these days at least a hundred times by now.
So when you bring your poor toy out for the third time that day, that's when it hit you.
You didn't send Namjoon the memo.
A click of your front door and a faint “Y/N?” coming from across your apartment over the sound of the faint buzzing happening between your legs.
Fuck.
You have never moved so quickly in your life.
You turn the toy off and throw it across your room like it burnt you. You quickly pull on the nearest pair of sweats.
“Just one second Joon!”
You call back out. Shit shit shit. You know you are flushed. Your panties are already starting to stick to you from the residual slick that you obviously had no time to clean up. Plus not that warm ache that settles low in your belly as you unintentionally edged yourself. Plus plus you're already ovulating. Plus plus plus your smoking hot best friend is here and you might climb him like a tree if he lets you.
You're doomed.
You walk out into your kitchen, Namjoon already raiding your cabinets to make tea. You are for certain that your hair is a mess, your cheeks are pink and you can feel the sweat on your hairline as it gets a little cold now due to the change in the air.
“Hey. Just figured I'd stop by for a bit. I had some time between practice and going to Yoongi's for dinner tonight.” He explains casually, focused on getting your mugs set up. Sugar, honey, and the tea bags while the kettle heats up.
But that is unimportant to you.
You are focused on the veins in his hands as his long fingers grip the mug. The twitch in his bicep as he braces himself on the counter. The way his Adam's apple bobs and you could just lick it—
“Oh, well you know I'm always glad to have you.” (Understatement) “How was practice?” How you managed to get that out? You don't know. You feel like it all came out in one breathless escape. And it probably did because that got him to finally look at you.
“Are you okay? Are you running a fever or something?”
And god you can't tell if him thinking you are sick is a blessing or a curse.
“Yeah. I'm fine. Maybe just a little warm.”
“You're flushed and sweating. Are you sure you feel okay? You look… dazed, too.”
“Joon, I'm okay. I promise. Please don't make this a big deal.”
“You know I worry about you though. I can make you some soup and the tea is almost done. We can sit and watch your favorite drama. I'll get you some medicine-”
He places a hand on your waist- innocent. Meant to be friendly grounding.
Except your touch starved hormone driven body doesn't care that it's an innocent touch from your caring, worried best friend.
Because before you can even stop it or even process what's going on— you're whimpering like a damn dog in heat. Which feels pretty close to how you actually feel right now. Next thing you know you're going to be on all fours and offering yourself up to him.
“Y/N? Did you just-?”
Mortification now settles in. Your eyes go wider than his thighs. Fuck stop thinking about him like that right now.
“No. I mean yes. I mean-” you groan. Frustrated with yourself. Frustrated with being a female and the stupid hormones that go with it. Frustrated that your hot and perfectly capable best friend is in your apartment with his hand still on your waist and you suddenly don't know how to be a proper human being. Frustrated with the unfinished business you had in your bed before he showed up.
You take a steadying breath which does little to clear your brain and make words possible.
“Namjoon, I'm going to say this as respectfully as possible and try to spare you the details as much as I can. But I am ovulating and if you don't leave in the next minute I might actually try to ride you like a bull ride.”
He stares at you, hand still on your waist, fingers twitching in his gentle grip. He takes you in- the flushed cheeks, the beads of sweat on your hairline, the way your bun is halfway fallen out, the daze- and it all clicks along with the explanation for your behavior you just gave him.
“Oh. OH.”
“Joon-”
“Is there any way I can.. help with… that?”
WHAT? PAUSE. HUH?
You look at him incredulously. Not believing the words that came out of your oh so helpful friend. You know he is always willing to help you out in any stitch, you just never thought he would help out with this. Nor would you have ever asked him to anyway. Hence why you always avoided him.
“You can't be serious.”
“You know I always want to help you out with your problems. I'm serious, let me help you.. if you want me to.” His other hand gently grabs your waist, now holding you in both of his large hands.
And he says it so sincerely too. As if it's even a question. Like this wouldn't change absolutely everything between you. Like he is offering to do your damn dishes. Which, fuck, he would look good doing that too. Wet hands, arms flexing, sweat dripping down his temple from being over steamy hot water-
You don't know what hormone monster takes over you as you grip the front of his shirt and pull him down into a searing kiss. And thank god he gets that memo quickly because he's pulling you into him, chest to chest. One hand going to the back of your neck just to hold as he kisses you back like it's his god given right.
You moan softly into the kiss and he gladly swallows it. His tongue doing little coaxing to get your mouth open as you are a more than willing participant. His tongue swirls around yours- tasting like the tea he probably drank after practice, the fruity gum you can always smell from behind his teeth and something undeniably him.
He pulls away, causing a small whimper to escape your throat before he attaches his mouth to the slope of your neck. You gladly grant him easier access, tilting your head to the side as he nips and sucks on your neck, pulling out sweet moans from your lips.
His hands slide down, grabbing the plush of your ass before sliding down to your things to lift you up with ease. You knew those arms were good for something other than just looking good. Your legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries you to your bedroom. Lips never leaving your neck the entire time.
He lays you down on the bed unceremoniously before crawling back over top of you, your legs parting with ease to accommodate him. One arm braces itself next to your head while the other slips under your shirt. Long fingers mapping bare skin making you shiver and arch into his touch. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into another kiss.
His hand works its way up to the swell of your breast, no bra of course because it's not like you were going anywhere or planning on seeing anybody today. A blessing now. He softly groans at the revelation, a sound going straight to your core before he flicks over your nipple just once to gauge your reaction. You arch into his touch, a soft gasp as you pull away from his mouth. He takes that as a good sign, taking the nipple between his fingers and rolling it gently, drawing another soft and pretty moan out of you.
“Joon~” you whine, eyes already glazing over with lust and pure need.
“I've got you. I said I would help, didn't I?”
And dammit you don't know whether to blame the hormones or him but there is no reason for you to suddenly feel jealous of every other woman that has heard his bed voice before you. Low and rough, like he is wrecked just from you getting pleasure. Just from some small touches. You can't even begin to imagine what he is going to sound like once the real stuff happens.
He sits back just enough to pull your shirt off. Eyes going dark at the sight laid below him. Your chest in uneven breaths, your nipples perked to the cold air and his touch, the goosebumps rising on your stomach.
“You're so pretty.” He mutters as he dips back down to attach his mouth to one of your nipples, his hand going to your free one to make sure it doesn't get left out. You can't even control the sounds escaping you. You are so sensitive to every little touch of his right now.
And he must be able to tell just how sensitive and needy you are because he doesn't stay at your breasts for long before he trails his mouth down to your stomach. Stopping at your pants, fingers hooked in them before he looks up at you. A silent question. A silent “do you want to keep going?”
You lift your hips which is all the answer he needs as he makes quick work of ridding your pants. Tossing them on to the floor and he thanks god he's already on his knees because the sight of you on your bed, needy for him and now with the extra knowledge of you being so wet he can see your folds through your panties? It would make a grown man, him, fall to his knees.
“Fuck.” He groans lowly. His tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip like he can already taste you in the air itself.
He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your knee, a sweet contrast to the sinful kisses he's about to give you. He lips trail up your thighs until he is faced with your dripping heat. He licks over your clothed folds, causing your hips to twitch. He moans, savoring the pure taste of you.
“Knew you would taste sweet.”
You can't even question what he means by that before he's pulling your panties to the side to dive his tongue into your hole. Lapping up your sweet taste as an unfiltered moan crawls out of you. Your hand flies to his head, fingers tangling in his short locks in hopes to keep yourself grounded. He groans, pressing his nose against your clit as his tongue invades your hole.
Your hips buck helplessly against his poor face, trying to chase the fast growing orgasm that's impending in you. (Thank you denied orgasm from earlier + Namjoon now.)
He swaps his mouth out for his fingers, two fingers diving into you, curling perfectly against the spongy spot inside of you while his mouth finds your clit. Plump lips creating the perfect circle and suck. Your back arches and your eyes flutter shut. You thighs tremble around his head as your orgasm crashes through you. His name on your tongue as you start seeing stars.
“Joon- n-namjoon… fuck Joon..”
He helps you ride it out. Gentle circles on your clit with his tongue until your thighs and your hand in his hair go lax again.
He pulls away from you, sitting back on his heels to look at you. Drinking in your form and the mess you are. The bottom half of his face is covered in your release and you suddenly want to kiss him again.
“You feeling any better?”
He asks the most stupid questions sometimes for being the smartest person you know. Granted, yes, you should be better. You just had a wonderful orgasm thanks to him. But it's not enough. In fact, it only fueled your hunger for your best friend. Wanting to know what he tastes like. What he looks like. If his cock is as large as you can imagine it to be.
You sit up to earn a raised brow in confusion from him. Your hands find the hem of his shirt and he's quickly catching on. He pulls his shirt off with ease, tossing it blindly on the floor. Your fingers trail down from his chest to his tummy. Turns out, his abs also get activated from being touched too. Watching the muscles start to twitch and form under your fingernails.
Your hand trails lower to cup the bulge in his pants that he seriously was not going to mention because his focus was on you. A hiss comes through his teeth, his hope twitching forward towards your touch, trying to find more pressure instinctively.
“Wanna taste you too, Joon.” You admit shamelessly as you palm him through his jeans. “Can I?”
“A-are you sure?” He grunts as you give an experimental squeeze, holding himself back from just saying yes already. This is supposed to be about you and your pleasure.
“Please, Joonie.” You whine. You don't even care how pathetic you sound. You have fantasized about him countless times at this point. What he would feel, sound and taste like. “Wanna taste you. Want to feel you in my throat.”
His head tips back, trying to gain any morals he has left for this situation before looking back at you, his eyes dark with hunger and you know that you have won.
“Floor, knees.”
He commands gently. Your head is spinning at the tone, more heat rushing straight down to your core. Your soft spoken best friend just gave you an ounce of dominance and suddenly you are a dog working for its favorite treat.
You quickly move to the floor, dropping to your knees and your hands in your lap. He stands in front of you, taking just a breath to take this in. You on your knees, naked before him and oh so willing to put his cock in your mouth. He has to remind himself to breathe. He unzips his jeans, pulls down his pants and underwear until they drop to his ankles.
Now you are head on with his cock. And fuck, your imagination couldn't even compare with the real thing now in front of your face. A good 8 to 9 inches, a little over average girth, tip flushed and a bead of precum already forming again. It curves slightly upwards and you know it's going to hit all the perfect spots inside of you. Your mouth waters instantly, your pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation as you imagine what it's going to feel like.
You wrap your hand around the base of it before picking an experimental stripe from base to tip, licking the slit to taste the salty precum. His taste and scent is a little musky, due to him coming straight from practice to your place, but he still tastes like heaven on your tongue. He bites his lip to hold back a moan, not wanting to crack so early on and let you know he has been just as desperate for you.
You wrap your lips around the tip, tongue swirling around it like it's your favorite lollipop. Your eyes flutter shut as you take him further, savoring the taste and feel of him, hot and heavy in your mouth.
He groans now, his hand finds your head, not to push or take control, just to ground himself to the moment. Even though you kinda want him to push your head down and fuck your throat like your his own personal flashlight.
So, you try to get the message across. You grab his other hand and bring it to your head, looking up at him through your lashes as you take him down as far as you can.
“Fuck-” he groans under his breath as he feels your throat tight around the tip of his dick. Your smart best friend fortunately catches on. His fingers tangle in your hair as he gives an experimental thrust. You moan around his length as the tip hits the back of your throat again. That's when he knows for sure that he's got the green light.
“Three taps to stop.” He manages to grunt out, a small warning that you may or may not need before hes pulling out halfway just to thrust into your mouth again, the motion a little harder than the first one.
You gag around him, drool starting to form at the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin as each thrust is harder than the last all the while he mutters pure filth that you didn't know he was capable of.
“That's it, baby. You look so good on your knees for me. You like have your face fucked, don’t you?” You moan around him, causing another moan from him as the vibrations run through his cock. He smirks, then shows your poor throat no mercy. “Knew you were a dirty girl.”
He thrusts into your mouth relentlessly, chasing his own high. Drool drips down your chin, tears fall freely down your cheeks as you gag and moan around him. His hips eventually lose rhythm.
“Fuck, Y/N. Gonna cum down your throat. Take it like a good girl, kay?” Is all the warning you get as his hand tightens in your hair.
One, two, three more thrusts before his hips stutter, burying himself down your throat until your nose touches his happy trail. You gag around him as you feel his hot cum drip down your throat. Your hands grab his thighs as you ground yourself to just take it.
You look like a wreck, a beautiful one at least, as he pulls out of you. His cock still half hard as he wipes a tear off your cheek with surprising tenderness as he just fucked your throat raw.
“You okay?”
You are more than okay. You would have tapped him three times like he told you to if you weren't. You look up at him through teary lashes. He looks so concerned yet so beautiful like this. Sweaty, eyes dark and satisfied. A look you thought you would never see last your imagination and it makes you not want to let go of it yet. Plus, now you are dripping onto the floor with wetness that didn't come from your mouth. So you surprise him when you request-
“Can you fuck me properly? Wanna ride you. Please Joonie. Can I feel you inside me?” your voice is hoarse from the poor abuse your throat just endured but the need has never been more evident.
His cock twitches alive again. Going from semi-hard to standing straight at attention in front of your face.
“You're insane. And insatiable. Are you-”
“I swear to god if you ask me if I'm sure one more time while I am actively begging for you, Kim Namjoon, I will take matters into my own hands.”
He smirks at that one. He always loved your sass. He pats your cheek affectionately before leaving you on the floor, crawling up into the bed again, leaning his back halfway against the headboard as he lazily strokes his length. “Now what's this about you wanting to ride me?”
You all but pounce on him. Straddling his hips so that his cock restless between your folds and instantly drenching him with your arousal.
“This wet already, baby? Just from me using your mouth?”
He asks with a smirk, his hands gripping your hips. But you know he is equally desperate with the way his fingers twitch into your plush as he holds back from sinking into you.
“Oh shut up” you breathe as you lean down to kiss him, your hips grinding slowly against him, savoring how his tip catches against your clit with every drag. You shudder. He moans, his grip only getting tighter on your hips and he tries to keep you close and find as much friction as possible. You bite his bottom lip softly as you pull away.
Your hips come up, just to hover over him before you line yourself up with him. Feeling a little nervous due to the amount of time it's been since you've been dicked down but your need outweighs your nerves.
You sink yourself down onto him, your head tipping back, a small gasp as he stretches you open. You look back down at him- bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes half hooded and dark, his abs tensing with restraint to not move you or buck up into you as you adjust.
“Fuck, Y/N. You're s'tight. Sure you can handle me?”
You come back to your senses then. The dirty talk is hot but now you also have something to prove.
With one mostly fluid motion, you bring your hips up and then slam them back down, both of you moaning in unison as he hits the hilt, tip brushing your cervix deliciously.
“God, Joon. So big. I can feel you so deep.”
You moan out, your hand resting on his shoulder for balance as you find a rhythm that's pleasing for both of you.
“That's it, baby. Ride me. Show me how well you can bounce on it.”
He says through gritted teeth, his hands gripping your hips so hard there will probably be little bruises shaped like fingerprints as evidence for the next few days. Still trying to let you have the lead as he sits back and takes it. Lets you use him for your pleasure now.
A hand leaves your hip just so his fingers can find your clit, creating small tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. An unfiltered moan racks through you as your head tilts back, bouncing on him faster to chase your high.
“Yes, Joon. Fuck, feel so good.”
And he knows you feel good. Can feel it in how your core starts clenching around him. Can see it in how your stomach tightens. Can hear it in how your moans get higher and whinier.
“You gonna come for me, Y/N, hm? You gonna make a pretty mess all over my cock?”
He asks lowly before lightly pinching your clit causing you to tip off the edge with a gasp and then a moan.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck, m’coming Joon! Oh god-”
Another orgasm crashes through you, causing you to sit fully down on him, your hips rocking messily as you ride it out.
You can't even fully get over it before Namjoon flips you over, his cock still sitting deep within you as he rolls his hips in short thrusts, careful to not overstimulate you yet as he can still feel you trying to milk him dry as you go through the last few waves.
“Did so good riding me.” He praises, pressing a small kiss to your hairline before sitting up on his knees. A slow smirk pulls at his lips as he grabs your hips again. “Its my turn now.”
You can't even prepare before he is lifting your hips off the bed to meet where his are, pulling out and then slamming himself back in.
“Fuck, baby. You should see how your greedy pussy pulls me in. Creamed on my cock and still can't get enough, can you?”
You whimper and moan in response. This new angle hits that sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back to see your brain that has logged out. He is merciless to your cervix, every thrust causing a small bulge below your belly button.
“Can you feel how deep I am?” He asks, removing his hand to press it gently over the bulge he is creating. “That's me, baby.”
You choke on a moan, the new feeling being slightly overwhelming in the best way possible. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as yet another orgasm builds quickly.
“Uh uh, Y/N.” He softly commands, feeling you building up for another orgasm. “Wanna feel you milk me as I fill you up.”
You can't tell if you want to whine or moan. Whine because why is he denying you when he's already given you two and he's had one? Moan because you can already imagine his thick hot load filling you up to the brim and dripping out of you.
“You want me to fill you up, baby? Claim this pussy as mine?”
“Yes, j-joonie. Want to feel you cum in me. Please, Joon. Wanna cum.” Your hands clutch at his forearms leaving small crescents in the tanned skin trying to find anything to keep yourself from orgasming too early.
He abuses your hole, thrusting into you with a new goal and that's to get you both to the finish line at the same time.
His hands move to grab your thighs and push them up to your chest, the new angle squeezing him delightfully and for you to feel every inch and ridge of his cock.
“Please, Joon. Need to come. Let me come. Please, please.”
And you never in a million years would ever beg Namjoon, nor would he ever make you. He's always on it before you even have to ask most of the time. But god it is music to his ears, next time (yes, he swears next time) he is bringing you to the studio.
His fingers find your clit again, it only takes 3 tight circles before you're right there, you just need-
“Go ahead baby, milk my cock. Come for me.”
You shatter for your third orgasm done by this man. Your back attempting to arch off the bed if it weren't for him holding your knees to your chest. His name screams from your mouth as pure hot ecstasy runs through you.
He's only one thrust behind you before you feel his cock twitching inside of you, feeling his warm seed fill you up to the brim like you said you wanted to feel. It causes your walls to flutter around him again as you feel full and finally satisfied.
Your body slumps against the mattress, your breathing still uneven as you look up at your best friend through dazed eyes.
“Holy shit.” You say breathlessly, a small hoarse chuckle escaping. You truly did not know Kim Namjoon was capable of all that. You feel like you're floating. And for the first time in a long time that you've been ovulating, you finally feel satisfied.
He rolls his eyes but it's fond before pulling out of you with a hiss of slight overstimulation. He plops down next to you, propping himself on an elbow as he looks down at you, brushing a sweaty strand from your forehead.
“I’ll ask you again, now. Feeling better?”
“Much.” You say with a smile that slowly turns shy as if he didn't just completely ruin you. “Thank you.”
“Hey, that's what I’m here for, right? I mean, you could even ask me again next month when you're ovulating again. Or just on a random Wednesday when you feel like it.” He says with a small smirk, like this is just going to be casual (it might).
You slap his chest but it's weak and you're grinning.
“You're impossible.”
“And yet, you were the one begging me.”
“Namjoon!” You flushed in embarrassment now. But it's short lived because soon enough there's a persistent buzz coming from Namjoon's pants on the floor.
“Shit- Yoongi's dinner.” He says as he scrambles to his phone, eliciting a giggle because this man got so caught up in you that he forgot about it and he never forgets about his friends.
“Hey. Sorry. I got caught up with…. Something. I'll be there soon.. ish.”
“I can hear y/n giggling in the background. Wait, did you guys finally fuck?”
“W-what do you mean, finally?”
“Im just saying. It was bound to happen eventually. Anyway, listen. Shower because ew I don't want to smell her all over you while trying to eat, then get your butt over here. I can't keep the food warm all night.”
He looks at you know, pulling on his underwear. “You good here? I can cancel on that asshole.”
“No, go. I'm okay. Probably going to go to sleep if I'm being honest.”
He sighs, a small sad smile on his lips because he really doesn't want to leave you like this. He tugs on his pants and shirt before crossing back over to you.
“Well rest well. I'll be back tomorrow as always.” He places a way too innocent kisses to your temple as you can feel his warmth starting to drip out of you and onto your sheets. “Also because 3 orgasms is kind of weak number for me and I have to show you proper aftercare.”
He says with a smirk and a wink, leaving your bedroom as you whine “namjoon~” already starting to horny again as you anticipate tomorrow promises.
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader (Brother's Best Friend AU)
Summary: Just when you’d sworn off men, he showed up—the hottest man you’d ever seen, your brother’s best friend… and the very same boy who had been secretly crushing on you when you were younger.
A/N: As promise for my grad celeb! Probably the dirtiest fic I have ever written ahuhu kindly turn off your brain when reading this and I hope you enjoy
“Men are just so disappointing,” you sighed as you laid on the beach with your eyes closed. You had your hat covering your face, the breeze gently touching your face. You thought you’ve seen enough. Truly, men were — and continued to be — a global disappointment.
Your best friend dragged you back home, away from the city and your failed relationship. Your last boyfriend had the audacity to cheat on you when you even had to fake your orgasm just to avoid hurting his feelings. For heaven’s sake, you lowered your standards for him. You. Your friends even asked if you hit your head when you told them you were dating him. Your brother asked you if you needed to see a shrink and that he would gladly pay for your sessions regardless of how much they would worth. You worried your family for him. Even the comments on your social media from people you didn’t even know asked if you were being held hostage.
And yet, that idiot still cheated on you.
In your defense, you certainly told him when you caught them in the act that he should just donate his dick since it was clear he didn’t know how to use it, or for that matter, how to keep it in his pants.
You weren’t even sure you loved that guy. Your were 78% sure it was your pride that took the most hit and not your heart
“I am swearing off men,” you declared solemnly.
Your best friend laughed beside you with a margarita in her hand as though it was the most hilarious thing she ever heard. “I know you. I’ll give it a month-”
You sat up at indignation, your hat falling beside you as you turned to her. “Excuse me! I mean it this time! I’m going to be a nun. I heard it will take me years of abstinence to qualify as one. Just you wait-”
You heard a loud voice called for you. You turned around and saw your brother, Seokjin, jogging towards you. He moved to the right and heavens, this was what the movies were talking about.
Behind him was a man. The man. And suddenly, everything was in slow motion. He was shaking his head, droplets of seawaters falling dramatically as though they were sad to part ways from his skin. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, muscles rippling as he did so. His swim shorts clung to his thighs — strong, sculpted thighs that screamed dedication. His chest? Poetry. His abs? An entire religion.
My God, you were sure he could benchpress you without sweating.
His abs. His abs were fucking defined. It was so crazy.
He was so breathtakingly beautiful you were sure his parents threw a parade when they made him.
Your eyes trained down to his happy trail.
“Girl, your mouth is hanging open. Stop it,” your friend harshly whispered to you just as your brother reached you. He smiled at your friend before turning to you.
“Is it so hard to call and tell me you’re home?” he scolded. “Do I have to find out by seeing you on the beach? A text, little sister — a text!”
You waved him off. “Who’s that?”
Seokjin blinked. “Y/N, don’t you know Namjoon?”
Namjoon. Huh.
You tilted your head as he reached you. You didn’t know where to look: his dimpled smiles or his abs directly at eye level. You could just…reach out and trace them. You were tempted.
“Namjoon,” you repeated before your eyes widened at the familiarity. “You’re Namjoon!”
He chuckled. And fuck it, even his laugh was delicious.
“Long time no see, Y/N.”
—
Your eyes were trained at your brother and Namjoon. Well, your eyes were trained at Namjoon. You were home again, and in true family fashion, your parents had decided that the moment all their kids were under one roof, it called for an impromptu barbecue. Smoke curled lazily into the afternoon air, laughter carried across the backyard, and your mother—bless her heart—was practically glowing.
Your mother was certainly more excited to see Namjoon than you. For heaven’s sake, you hadn’t been home for six months and she still shoved you aside to wrap her arms around who she called her second child, squealing as if she hadn’t seen her real son in years.
You were the second child.
“When did he get so hot?” you asked your friend who was busy cutting vegetables beside you.
“Who?” your best friend asked absently from beside you, her knife moving rhythmically through a pile of vegetables. She was doing all the prep work—mainly because you’d abandoned your chopping board in favor of gawking.
“Namjoon. I don’t remember him being so hot. I think I would remember if he had that face,” you said in wonder. You had your chin resting on your fist as you shamelessly gawked at him. Suddenly, he turned to you. You smiled at him and waved your fingers gracefully.
He smiled shyly at you before returning to his task. You would rate his broad back five stars, you thought approvingly. Would absolutely recommend.
“So much for being a nun, Y/N!” she rolled her eyes at you. “You don’t remember, of course, because you were busy chasing after some other guy back then. Namjoon was a total dork. Thick glasses, bowl cut, always tripping over his own feet. Girl, he had the biggest smile whenever he saw you and you would just, I don’t know, not pay him attention.”
“I’m so stupid,” you sighed. You looked back at Namjoon, watching him laugh at something your brother said, the sound rich and warm even from a distance. “But I’m smarter now. Does he have a girlfriend?”
“Y/N!”
—
“We cannot keep running into each other like this!”
Namjoon’s brows furrowed before he turned. He tilted his head when he didn’t see anyone, not until you waved up your hand at his eyelevel.
He looked down before smiling warmly at you. “Y/N, you’re here!”
You weren’t about to tell him that you’d seen your brother’s Instagram story of them at this exact bar an hour ago and decided, quite rationally, that fate needed a little push. So you’d put on your classiest-yet-sluttiest top—the one that said I’m doing great, but also, look at me suffer beautifully—swiped on your fiercest red lipstick, curled your hair like you were starring in a comeback era, and marched right into the same bar as if you just happened to be there.
“Yeah, imagine that,” you said, feigning surprise as you leaned on the counter. “What a small world, huh?”
Namjoon laughed, the sound rich and warm, and you hated that it did something to you. He was in a black button-down, sleeves rolled up, a little too effortlessly hot for someone who probably didn’t even mean to be.
He looked like sin. A polite, well-mannered, academically published sin.
You tried not to stare. You failed.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. “You okay?”
“Huh?” you blinked in confusion. His face put you in trance that you had to take a deep breath.
“I heard from Jin about what happened with your boyfriend.”
His hand wrapped around his glass of whiskey and for a moment you were distracted again. Those were some thick fingers…hmm. His fingers were long and steady, veins trailing up his forearm like a roadmap to bad decisions. You could look him up and down all day.
Y/N, focus!
“Who?”
You swore you weren’t an idiot. But being this close to him, his cologne and masculine scent engulfing your senses were enough to render you speechless.
“Your ex?”
Oh. Right.
“Oh, that. That was a mistake. Temporary insanity,” you rolled your eyes before turning to the bartender and ordering a drink.
“Put it in my tab,” Namjoon told the bartender without breaking eye contact with you. “Are you okay?” he asked in genuine worry.
“No,” you answered before sipping your drink, making sure that you held eye contact as you licked your lips.
“Oh-”
“But you know, I think I’ll 100% get over it if you ask me to dance.”
His draconic eyes regarded you. He didn’t smile this time. Instead, he lifted his glass, tilting it back in one fluid motion. The amber liquid slid down his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every swallow.
You wanted to lick it.
He placed the glass down with a thud before holding your hand. He didn’t ask.
He just took.
“In that case,” he said, voice low and deliberate, the faintest smile playing at his lips, “my lady… let us dance.”
And before you could even breathe a witty comeback, he was already leading you through the crowd. You were glad the club was dark. You could feel your cheeks warming up from his confidence and proximity alone. No one had ever taken the lead before with you. It was always you. And heavens, his confidence made you a puddle. He was why you could never be a nun!
His hand snaked on your waist, pulling you closer to him. His other hand guided your hands on his nape. He was close. You wanted him closer.
You looked up at him only to see his hooded eyes watching you. You glanced at his lips that looked so fucking inviting and you licked yours without thinking. Namjoon pulled you closer and the two of you swayed to the beat of the loud music.
You felt his hardness brushed on your stomach, and fuck it. It felt huge. You couldn’t believe the nerdy friend of Jin’s became this hot specimen in front of you. You couldn’t believe you could feel his hardening cock. You bet his light rod was like bigger than Zeus’...
There was no way he wasn’t interested in you, right? Not when his body was reacting like this. You ran your hand from his nape to his jaw. You looked up at him and bit your lips. You could barely reconcile him with the quiet, bookish friend of your brother you used to know.
“You’re really sexy, Namjoon. How are you still single?”
He chuckled and pulled you closer. His lips were merely an inch from you. “Thank God you’re single now, Y/N.”
“Aw, have you been waiting for me?” you teased him.
“I had the biggest crush on you…did you know that?”
You blinked owlishly at his sudden confession and suddenly all your thoughts about flirting with this man vanished. When you were standing in front of something that was real, you realized that you were someone who never learned how to handle sincerity. The teasing smile froze on your lips. The music was still loud, the lights still flashing—blue, red, gold—but it all felt muffled now. The weight of his words dropped like a stone in your chest, heavy and unexpected.
He was silent for a moment then, without a word, his fingers slid up, cupping your jaw. The air truly felt electric, like one move would set everything in motion. Slowly, you let your eyes wandered to his draconic ones. He was intense, his look dark. And before he could even move, Seokjin barreled into you both, arms wide and grin wider, wobbling like a man who’d befriended three pitchers of beer. “Little sister! You’re here! Yay!” He squeezed the two of you into an affectionate, sloppy hug as he jumped up and down. “My two favorite people!”
Later that night, under the harsh glow of the streetlamp, you hauled Jin’s warm, heavy body into the backseat with minimal grace and far less gentleness than his dignity deserved. He slumped like a satisfied sack of potatoes, one arm flopped over the headrest, mouth half-open in a snoozy smile. You shut the door with unnecessary force, the thud echoing down the quiet street.
“I swear I’m going to murder you in your sleep, brother,” you swore as you made sure to hit every bump in the road, juggling his slumbered form in which he ended up on the car floor.
—
“Lord, please. If you don’t know who’s really for me, may I please, respectfully, kindly, recommend someone I know? He’s this 6’1 guy with dimples and broad back, has an IQ of 148, has a great body, thank you, by the way.”
Your friend didn’t even let you finish before smacking your shoulder. “Girl, please.”
You gasped, clutching your chest. “What? I’m manifesting!”
“Manifesting?” she scoffed. “Look, we know him all our lives. If you’re not serious about him, I am telling you don’t. He’s not someone you should play with.”
“I am harmless!” you protested in indignation.
Your friend squinted her eyes at you, “You are, by far, the least harmless person in this city. Drop it, Y/N. You’re not the one for him.”
You pouted at her before zooming in the photo of him you found in your mutual friend’s social media. He was in the background. One could barely discern that it was him had you not spent days stalking his social media accounts. “But if not for me, then why does he look like that? If not a snack, why does he look so edible? It doesn’t make any sense.”
She rolled her eyes at you, knowing a lost cause when she saw one. “You never listened to me, anyway. 97% of your heartbreak could have been avoided had you only heeded my advice. Anyway, just proceed with caution, dear.”
You chuckled at her, “You sound ominous,” you mumbled before double tapping his new post, merely shrugging off her worries.
—
If your stare was a dagger ready to destroy everything it sets its eyes to, your phone would have exploded already.
How dare someone flirt with your crush? Didn’t they know Namjoon was yours? Moreover! Most importantly! How dare Namjoon ignore your text message?
Fine. It was just a hey, but you did share a moment in the club. You were certain of it. He flirted back to you. He told you he used to like you. Why then were you on read for the past hour?
Why then was someone hanging on his thick, yummy arms in a tagged post?
You squinted your eyes when you heard a knock on your door before it opened when you didn’t say anything.
Namjoon looked at you with a warm smile on his face as though he did nothing wrong. “Seokjin hyung is calling for you. Movie’s ready.”
And that hot man managed to smile at you with his dimples on as though they weren’t your undoing.
You were on your bed and you looked up to him, making sure that your cleavage was showing. “I don’t like playing games, Namjoonie…” you purred, twirling your hair in your finger.
He blinked owlishly before leaning against your doorway. He looked at you in faux confusion before crossing his arms. Damn it. His chest was a work of art.
You hated how hot he was. Had you known he would turn out like this, you would have at least kissed him when you were younger.
Ugh.
He blinked, before looking down and scratching his neck. “Y/N, I was intending to talk to you…”
You frowned at his sudden demeanor. You sat up straight, suddenly all your thoughts about seducing said man were gone. “Is something wrong?”
He sighed like what he was about to divulged had been weighing him down for the past days. He entered your room and pulled your chair closer to your bed. He sat down, his legs spread open before he softly held your hands in his.
“I did some thinking…and I realized I owe you an apology.”
Huh?
You tilted your head to the side. Of all the things you thought could happen when said fine man came into your room, an apology was never one of them. He looked like he was repenting on some mortal sin he committed.
“Namjoon? What are you talking about, sweetie?” you asked as gently as you could when he remained silent.
Was that a tear in his eye?!
“I realized that I overstepped my boundaries that night. I came on too you and you don’t deserve that. I felt like I disrespected your honor-“
“Huh??? Honor? What-”
“Could you find it in yourself to forgive me?”
“Namjoon, please-”
“I don’t even deserve to look at you. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive someone as undeserving as me.”
He sniffed before returning your hands gently on your lap. He stood up and walked away looking all sad and leaving you so confused.
What just happened?
Disrespected your honor?
Were you in Joseon dynasty?
-
“What honor?”
“Exactly! What is he talking about?” you ranted to your friend as the two met for a brunch. You were anger-eating as you retold her all that happened between you and the hot guy named Kim Namjoon.
Across the table, she nodded solemnly, sipping her coffee like a therapist who’d seen this all before. “You don’t have an honor. What is he on about?”
You froze mid-bite, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”
She shrugged, utterly unfazed. “I mean—not in a bad way. Just… you’re not exactly the ‘my delicate honor has been tainted’ type. You’re more of a ‘I’ll ruin his life and look hot doing it’ kind of girl.”
You dropped your fork with a clatter. “Wow. Thank you for that glowing character review.”
“You know why you can’t get him out of your mind? It’s because he’s the first guy you can’t get.”
You tilted you head in realization.
“I have to have him,” you muttered, setting down your fork with sudden determination. “Excuse me! The bill, please!”
The waiter smiled politely. “Ma’am, your bill is already paid.”
You blinked. “Huh? Did you pay?” you asked your friend.
She looked up from her pie, crumbs on her lips. “No? I’m still eating!”
“Then who—?”
“That gentleman over there.”
You followed the waiter’s subtle gesture, turning your head.
And there he was.
Kim Namjoon.
Seated at the far end of the café, sunlight streaming through the glass and catching on the dark sheen of his suit. He was half-turned toward another man, clearly in the middle of a meeting with papers, laptop, the whole serious-business look. Yet somehow, despite the buzz of the café, you felt his attention.
He lifted his gaze from his companion, eyes locking with yours across the room.
Then, with infuriating calm, he raised his coffee cup slightly—a silent toast.
-
Why was he always here?
“You’re always with him,” you remarked to your brother who yet again brought his friend home for dinner.
He didn’t even look up as he opened the door. “He’s like the sibling I never had.”
You scoffed. “I’m the sibling you have!”
Jin straightened up, two bottles of water in hand, and gave you that infuriatingly calm smile. “You don’t reply to any of the memes I send. Namjoon does.”
“They’re horrible, oppa—”
“And he’s handy,” Jin cut you off, popping one can open with a hiss. “He’s going to help me cut the overgrown trees in the backyard. Mom’s been bugging me about it.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning against the counter, but your gaze flicked toward Namjoon—already shrugging out of his jacket, sleeves pushed up, veins flexing as he ran a hand through his hair.
Right. Handy. Sure.
You were definitely not going to the backyard later.
You couldn’t even be subtle as you watched him not even an hour later.
He had shed his long-sleeves, now down to a plain white shirt that clung a little too well to his shoulders and forearms, the fabric pulling each time he reached out to lift a branch or trim the branches. His dark slacks hung perfectly on his hips, sharp lines moving fluidly with every step.
See, how could you see this man and not have him?
How could you sit there and watch as his veins bulged with every flex of his hand?
It was impossible for you.
“What are you standing there for? Bring these drinks to your brother. Namjoon is so hardworking aigoo. We are so lucky to have him,” your mother said as she pushed to you tray of drinks for her son and her other favorite son.
You took a breath. “Mom, you know Jin can get his own drink—he has hands.”
“And you have legs,” she countered without missing a beat. “Now go. Don’t make them wait.”
You bit back a groan, jaw tightening as you walked to them. Jin was busy hauling up the branches. “Thank you, little sister. You’re my favorite sister!”
“I’m your only sister,” you grumbled before turning to Namjoon and lifting the tray a little.
He straightened just as you turned, his eyes catching yours before flicking down to the tray you lifted a little higher. “Thirsty?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Namjoon took his time answering, that infuriating half-smile tugging at his lips as he wiped his palms on a rag. “I was,” he said, voice low, easy. “Didn’t realize you’d be the one bringing the drinks though. Guess I should get tired more often.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Excuse me?”
“I said thank you, sweetheart.”
You tilted your head before realization dawned on you. “You’re flirting with me.”
He cracked open the beer, the hiss of carbonation breaking the silence between you. His eyes were sharp, deliberate, and impossibly confident. They never left yours as he took a long sip. His Adam’s apple bobbed with each gulp, and you hated that your gaze followed it.
“Am I?” he asked when he lowered the can, voice deceptively calm.
“But you said all those things about honor and respecting and—”
“There’s nothing disrespectful about liking someone like you.”
His lips curved—slowly, deliberately—before he took another sip of his beer, eyes never leaving yours. When he finally spoke, his voice dropped an octave, low enough that you almost didn’t catch it.
“I don’t touch girls that aren’t mine.”
You froze. The air between you shifted, thickened.
For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, the smirk that wasn’t really a smirk, the heat in his gaze that dared you to say something reckless. You were sure he could hear your heartbeat in the space between you.
And damn it, he looked like he knew it too.
“But what if one touch would rock your world?” you asked, your voice soft but steady: half a tease, half a dare.
The corners of his lips twitched, and for a second, you swore you saw something flicker behind his calm-want, restraint, maybe both. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing just enough to make your pulse quicken.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone dipping into something low and velvety, the kind that settled under your skin and stayed there. “I have no doubt about it.”
He took a slow step closer, the faint crunch of gravel beneath his boots louder than it should’ve been. You could smell the faint mix of sweat, soap, and summer air clinging to him, dizzying in its simplicity.
“I’m not a toy for you to play with. Unless you want to be mine,” he continued, voice quiet enough that it felt like a secret meant only for you, “then…”
His thumb brushed the edge of the can. It lazy, unhurried even, and your eyes followed the motion without meaning to. The subtle scrape of metal against his skin sent your stomach twisting, the tension coiling between you like a live wire.
“Then I’ll gladly break my own rule.”
-
You squinted you eyes at the man in front of you who was innocently laughing with your family over dinner. Your vacation was almost finished and pretty soon you would be heading back to the city.
You refused to not have the hottest man you had ever seen.
Now that you knew he liked you as well, you were determined more than ever to have him.
Tonight would be the night, you told yourself.
You’ve always loved challenges
In fact, when you were young someone told you that you couldn’t climb over a tree. You did and the scar you got in your shin was worth it.
It was your crown.
And so, when a direct Namjoon told you that he wasn’t something you could win over, something in your brain just snapped.
He wasn’t just a man anymore. He was a mountain.
A puzzle.
A dare.
You had to make him yours.
The living room was dark as you walked in, the flicker of the TV screen casting ghostly light across everyone’s faces. Your brother had declared it was too early to call it a night and since it was the weekend, he announced that movie night was “absolutely necessary.”
Seokjin waved you over with a grin. “Saved you a spot!”
You gave him a polite smile but your eyes immediately flicked to Namjoon. He was sitting comfortably on the couch, one arm draped casually over the backrest, looking as though the world could fall apart and he’d still be unfazed. Of course he’d taken the best seat.
You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Scoot,” you murmured, quietly but firmly enough for him to hear.
His lips twitched, amusement flickering for just a second, but he shifted without argument, moving over just enough to let you squeeze beside him. The space between you was minimal. Intentional.
You sank down, folding your arms over your chest, pretending to focus on the opening credits. You’d seen this movie before—more than once. You knew every jump scare, every twist, every line. But right now, you couldn’t care less about what was on-screen.
You were still a little pissed at him and at that smirk, at those words echoing in your head.
I don’t touch girls that aren’t mine.
Unless you want to be mine.
He sat there now, the picture of calm, eyes glued to the horror flick as if nothing had ever happened. His long fingers rested loosely on his thigh, veins still visible under the dim light, catching your attention when the TV flashed red.
In fact, everyone was focused on the movie. Everyone but you.
Slowly, you moved closer to him, making sure that your chest was pressing on his muscular arm. You weren’t wearing a bra and you knew he could tell. Every movement of yours was something he could feel.
There was no way he was unaffected by the way he gulped.
As inconspicuous as you could, you ran your hand on his thigh slowly.
“Y/N—” he murmured, voice low, unsure whether to pull away or lean in.
Someone hissed from the couch, “Shh! You’re missing the best part.”
You bit back a smile and faced forward again, pretending to focus on the movie, though your pulse was anything but calm. Your finger slowly teased his upper thighs, testing the water.
Did he want it?
Were you overstepping?
Was he just too polite to stop you?
Your queries stopped when he quietly grabbed a pillow beside him and placed it on his lap, hindering anyone’s view on what was to happen. His other hand held yours before firmly placing it on top of his hardening cock. You could feel the tension in his body, the weight of something unspoken hanging in the air. Then, just as quietly, he leaned back, eyes still on the screen, posture deceptively calm as though nothing was amiss.
You rubbed his clothed cock just enough to tease him. With enough slowness to build tension, you put your hand inside his short and just as you predicted, he was big. You fingers were barely touching as you wrapped your hand around his cock. You smiled as you felt the veins on his hardness.
Your eyes flicked to your brother, who was sitting on the sofa closer to the television, completely absorbed in the movie. He laughed at a line you barely heard, his hand buried in a bowl of popcorn—utterly unaware of what was happening behind him.
Jin had no idea.
Namjoon’s breath hitched when you twisted your wrist, his stomach hardening from the pleasure.
You wanted – no. You craved to see him come undone, to destroy the calm façade he presented to the world, to destroy that maddening composure he hid behind every teasing smirk and every measured word.
Moving your face closer to him, “Let’s see how long you can hold onto your rule, Namjoonie,” you whispered before taking his hardness out and before he could get a word, your mouth was around him.
You licked the tip, his breath hitched.
You sucked his hardness, only able to fit almost half of him, his jaw tightened.
The movie still playing faintly in the background, your brother’s laughter distant and harmless. Your tongue played with the underside of his cock before deepthroating him. Your other hand played whit his balls.
Namjoon, the picture perfect of calmness, slipped a groan.
You were about to lift your head, terrified that your brother would see when he pushed you down. He lifted his hips, fucking himself in your mouth when he exploded.
You had no choice but to swallow his cum, determined not to leave a trace.
He tasted heavenly, a true man. You wanted more.
With one last lick, you popped his cock out of your mouth, all while maintaining eye contact with him before smiling innocently all while he looked at you with darkness in his eyes.
“I think I’m too tired. Good night-”
“Popcorn,” Namjoon said suddenly, cutting off your excuse.
“Huh? Oh, yes. We have extra in the kitchen. I’ll go get—” Seokjin started, rising from the couch, when Namjoon stopped him.
“It’s alright, hyung,” Namjoon said, voice calm but firm. “Y/N will show me.”
Namjoon’s eyes caught yours, that darkness and want in his eyes that never failed to unsettle you. Without another word, he slid off the couch, motioning for you to lead the way as though you didn’t defile him one moment ago.
You pressed the microware button and you were about to turn when he grabbed your jaw, his lips on yours. His tongue was inside you, exploring you in ways he only dreamed of doing. After years of pining after you, finally, he got his chance.
You were caught off guard by the intensity of the way he simply devoured you, like a man who had been craving something for so long and finally got the chance to taste it. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pressing yourself closer, back against the counter.
You could feel juices wet your underwear, your hips pressed against his hardness when suddenly he kneeled down.
“Y/N! What’s taking so long?” Jin called as he entered the kitchen, heading toward the refrigerator on the other side of the counter right where Namjoon had been hiding.
You froze, heart hammering, but Namjoon didn’t move. His eyes met yours, full of challenge and amusement, as if daring you to keep playing. The world had narrowed to the two of you, and he wasn’t letting you go—not yet.
He lifted the dress you were wearing, uncaring of the presence of your brother in the room. He pulled your panties down and without any warning, he licked your pussy lips. You were already wet from pleasuring him and from that kiss that you’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t apparent that he was enjoying it.
His fingers spread your lips further apart as he sucked your clit.
“Where did Namjoon go?”
“B-bathroom,” you stammered, trying to sound casual, though your heart was still racing from the moment before.
“Are you okay, sister?” Jin asked, concern lacing his voice as he glanced at you, eyes scanning for any sign that you were upset.
“Yes,” you replied, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine. Just… getting the popcorn.”
He gave you a skeptical look but didn’t press further, turning back to the fridge and grabbing a drink before returning to the living room.
You were about to pull Namjoon up when he inserted a finger inside you. He stood up, pressing you against the counter and taking your earlobe inside his mouth. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” he moaned before adding another finger. “So fucking tight.”
“N-Namjoon! Jin will notice-”
He pumped his fingers faster, his other hand inside your shirt as he pinched your nipple. “Should I stop?”
You put your hand on your mouth, stopping a moan from coming out. “Don’t you dare-”
He rubbed your clit with his thumb. “I think I should…You aren’t mine…” he drawled, slowing down his movement. You were so close!
“Damn it, Namjoon-”
He was about to remove his fingers when you finally caved it. “I’m yours! I p-promise! Just fuck me!” you hissed at him while glaring daggers at him.
“No more boys.”
“Yes-”
“From now on, you’re only mine.”
“Yours.”
It was the only thing he needed to hear. He pushed you down on the counter, his movement quick as he grabbed his cock. He slid his hardness in between your lips, wetting them with your essence. “You want my cock, baby?”
“I- I do-“
“Then you shall have it forever,” he murmured darkly before inserting his big hardness inside you. He was behind you, your movement still hidden by the counter when Seokjin entered the kitchen. He was yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“There you are. I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. You can crash in the guestroom, Joonie,” he murmured as he looked at Namjoon who paused his thrusts. He was inside you and you could feel all his hardness, every vein, all his heat, inside you.
You were barely holding on and that man knew. He encircled your clit with his thumb. “Sure, hyung. I’ll see you tomorrow and we can continue cleaning the backyard.”
“Thank you, Joonie!”
Slowly, he moved and thrusted in you without getting noticed. “No problem, hyung. It’s my… pleasure.”
Seokjin left and you came so much.
You were shaking and Namjoon kept thrusting, holding your body up with his arm wrapped around your waist.
“Your boys could never fuck you like me, Y/N. I am the only one from now on.”
He promised as he came, his warm seed spurting inside you, trickling down your quivering thighs.
warnings: slight foul language, kinda smutty but not really, just lots of kissing and some mentions of sex
a/n: it's been nearly four years since i last published a fic here but i've recently been on a bts high with the comeback and the tour so here...have this prompt as a gift!
it partially came about cause i was watching this kdrama and you know how tame their kisses are, and while i love the drama i just want them to kiss properly!! so then i began thinking of bts and the array of jin thirst traps on them and now i am here...enjoy!
Out of all the members of BTS, no one would believe you if you said that Kim Seokjin would have the most prominent oral fixation. Some would argue Jungkook, with his mischievous grin, or perhaps Namjoon, as the mv theories suggest, but Jin?
No, ARMY wouldn’t peg the comedic, protective member to possess such a characteristic.
Their mistake to make. He is the one always blowing kisses to his fans, a clear reflection of his personality.
Much like them, you were left to discover this trait all by yourself. It was quite shocking because Jin never held back; it's not in his nature. A kiss is meant to be enjoyed between two people, and he intends to take full advantage of the opportunity.
From that first kiss, Jin memorizes your shallow breaths on his cheeks as he nears your personal bubble, his hand gently yet firmly resting on your cheek. He looks into your wide eyes and down your lips.
The lull right before a kiss is his favorite. The stutter in your breath from expectation. Will he or won't he?
He can't help brushing his plump lips on yours before you give him permission. Your gasp is a tease all in itself. He practices restraint, his hand on your waist, grasping your clothes.
He thanks whatever cosmic entity exists when you subtly nod and push forward. His restraint vanishes with that minuscule action. Jin moves his lips eagerly, enveloping yours in an intense kiss. You close your eyes and hear the sharp intake of breath, a sigh of relief. As if the restraint was pure torture.
Kim Seokjin is an intoxicating person, yet his kiss surpasses everything you've ever known. He pours every wish and desire into it as if they'll vanish if he so much as pulls away from you.
Truth is, Kim Seokjin would rather have his mouth pressed against your lips than have his dick wet. The sound of content in the back of your throat endears him further.
Jin loves his fans, loves the cheers mid-concert, loves his bandmates, and loves all the experiences they've shared over so many years.
There's nothing he loves more, though, than pulling you completely flush against him to feel your curves against his lean body. The way your chest rises and falls as you try to keep up with him. The hand on your cheek journeys to your hair, pulling on a knot that has an alluring moan erupting from your lips.
It's the perfect opportunity for him to slip his eager tongue past the seam of your lips, successfully deepening the kiss as he tilts his head. Jin completely ignores the pain in his neck from leaning down for so long. Nothing will stop him from kissing the life out of you.
He tilts his head to achieve that better angle. His lips never tire of moving. They never tire of tasting your sweet mouth. That hand in the back of your neck guides you, complying with his every wish. While the other drags down your back, squeezing your curves along the way.
He’s hyperaware of the way your body reacts to him. Your face flushes warm, your hands grip him tight, closer and closer, your chest quickly rising and falling until you have to pull away. You’re no singer; your breath control is plainly average.
"Jin..." his name is the only thought you can formulate. You're lightheaded from a kiss that is far from simple. This is not what you expected from Jin, not that you’re complaining. He has your skin feeling on fire.
Jin is so merciful that he gives you a break. His slick lips kissing your cheek, your jaw, down your neck, sucking red bruises that’ll fade in a couple of hours. "You taste so fucking sweet," Jin's voice vibrates against your skin.
That's only the first kiss.
As feelings and familiarity continue to grow, the more intense Jin becomes. He's shameless about it. He is who he is, and he likes what he likes.
Seokjin would much rather have a steamy make-out session than a quickie. He would much rather have you grinding on his thigh as he swallows every precious sound you make. His tongue licking the roof of your mouth.
Small pecks are unacceptable. If you wish to touch his lips with yours, expect more than a peck, expect movement.
"I'm heading out now, Jinnie," you mention, approaching him from where he sits watching TV.
"Will you have dinner with your friends or should I make something?" He asks, pausing the TV and standing. He places his hands on your hips, swaying you lightly. Moments of domesticity quickly become scarce as his agenda fills up after enlistment. “You look beautiful.”
"I'll have dinner with the girls," you smile, grateful for his attentiveness. Leaning into him, you quickly peck his lips and step back to head out.
His hands don't budge, holding you in place. "Huh?" Looking up at him, you find him with furrowed eyebrows and a prominent pout, "What was that?" He asks firmly.
"A kiss?" You shrug, throwing him a questioning glance.
"You call that a kiss? Have I taught you nothing?" He says, exasperated, mouth agape with offense.
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
"I am! Come here, it seems like you need another lesson in French Kissing 101," he chastises, hand on your cheek as his thumb caresses your cheek.
He ignores your pleas and complains that you'd be late, holding you still and dipping his head to press his pillowy lips on your talking ones. They are effective in silencing you. You're quickly swept away, briefly forgetting what you were supposed to be doing.
Expect wet, messy kisses day and night. He’s not scared of saliva. He wants that string between the two of you when he’s forced to pull away. Hell, he will spit in your mouth and kiss you after to get it back if you let him.
Adores pinching your cheeks so your lips pucker, the gesture riling him up more than he cares to admit. Such an adorable gesture was corrupted by him.
Let’s not forget how utterly beautiful you look afterward with mussed, tangled hair, lips of various shades of pink, and a heaving chest. He will wipe your wet lips himself, an action reserved solely for him; no one but him is allowed to touch your mouth.
For Kim Seokjin, kissing should be an Olympic sport. Kissing is very important for him emotionally, but it's such a physical thing. He will pour every ounce of energy he has into one. Eyes closed, hands restless, head tilting, jaw opening and closing, tongue licking. Must be one of the reasons his face and jaw are so defined.
You're a quick learner, taking tricks from his book and applying them yourself. The one that sends him spiraling and coming in his pants is lip biting. That fucker will bite your lips when he makes out with you, leaving them swollen and red. So when you copy him and pull at his bottom lip with your teeth, he's done.
Because, yes, if the make out is good enough and he has you grinding against him, he will cum in his pants. Not a care in the world.
At your most comfortable, when he's unable to reach and kiss you, you'll apply a thick layer of lip gloss that reminds him of how your lips look after a lengthy session on his couch to tease him. To deny Jin access to your lips is pure torture. As dramatic as it sounds, he would much rather have 24/7 dance drills than have restricted access to your lips.
Granted, there are other ways he can put his mouth to use, but those are stories for another day.
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nerdy oblivious innocent looking seokjinnie whos actually an experienced dom on bed (yn wasnt aware) :33
What else are you hidding ?
Nerdy!bf!Seokjin x gf!reader
Wc:~1.5k
Warnings: smut, protected sex, dom seokjin, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
You'd always thought Kim Seokjin was the epitome of adorable awkwardness. He was the guy in your college literature class who wore oversized sweaters, thick-rimmed glasses that slipped down his nose, and carried a backpack stuffed with books on poetry and philosophy. He blushed easily, stammered when complimented, and seemed utterly oblivious to the way girls (and some guys) stared at his handsome face: those plump lips, sharp jawline, and broad shoulders hidden under baggy clothes. You two had bonded over a group project, sharing late-night study sessions in the library where he'd make terrible dad jokes to break the tension, leaving you giggling while he looked genuinely surprised at your reaction.
"Seokjin, you're such a dork" you'd tease, and he'd just grin sheepishly, pushing his glasses up. "Yeah, but I'm your dork now, right?"
It started innocently enough. Coffee dates turned into movie nights at his dorm, where he'd analyze rom-coms like they were Shakespeare. You fell for his sweetness, the way he listened intently, remembered little details about your day, and never pushed boundaries. He was the perfect boyfriend: gentle, attentive, and seemingly as inexperienced as he looked. Or so you thought.
It had been three months of dating when things heated up. You'd been making out on his bed, the room dimly lit by a string of fairy lights he'd hung up "for ambiance" as he put it with a wink that seemed more cute than flirty. His kisses were soft at first, tentative, like he was savoring every moment. But tonight, something shifted. Your hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the surprising firmness of his chest, and he let out a low hum that vibrated against your lips.
"You sure about this?" he murmured, pulling back to look at you with those wide, innocent eyes. His hair was tousled from your fingers, glasses slightly askew.
You nodded, heart racing. "Yeah, Jin. I want you."
He smiled, that boyish grin that made your stomach flip, and helped you out of your top. Everything felt natural, unhurried. He was careful, almost reverent, as he kissed down your neck, his hands exploring your body with a gentleness that matched his nerdy persona. You assumed this was new for him too, maybe his first time, or close to it. He seemed so pure, so untouched by the wilder side of things.
But then, as you lay back on the pillows, naked and exposed under his gaze, something changed. His eyes darkened behind those glasses, a subtle shift you almost missed. He removed them slowly, setting them on the nightstand, and when he looked back at you, there was no trace of oblivion. Just hunger.
"Hands above your head" he said, voice low and steady. Not a request; a command.
You blinked, surprised. "What?"
He leaned over you, his broad frame suddenly imposing. One hand captured both your wrists, pinning them gently but firmly to the headboard. "I said, hands above your head. Don't move them unless I say so."
Your breath hitched. This wasn't the Seokjin you knew, the one who tripped over his words when asking for a second date. This was... different. Confident. Dominant. A thrill shot through you, mixing with confusion. "Jin, I-"
"Shh." He kissed your lips softly, contrasting the firmness of his grip. "Trust me, baby. I'll take care of you. But you have to listen."
You nodded, curiosity overriding any hesitation. He released your wrists but gave you a warning look, and you kept them where they were. His mouth trailed down your body, kissing your collarbone, your breasts, teasing your nipples with his tongue until you arched off the bed. He was methodical, patient, like he knew exactly how to build the tension.
When he reached between your thighs, his fingers brushed your core lightly, making you gasp. "So wet already" he murmured, almost to himself. "Good girl."
The words sent a shiver down your spine. Good girl? Where had this come from? But you didn't have time to question it, his fingers slipped inside you, curling just right, and you moaned loudly.
"That's it" he coaxed, his free hand pressing your hip down to keep you still. "Let me hear you."
He worked you slowly at first, thumb circling your clit in perfect rhythm. The pressure built fast, faster than you'd ever experienced alone or with past partners. Your body trembled, wrists straining against your own resolve not to move them.
"Jin, please" you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for.
He smirked, actually smirked, and increased the pace. "Come for me. First one."
First one? The thought barely registered before the orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you in intense pulses. You cried out, body shaking as he drew it out, fingers relentless until you were panting and oversensitive.
He pulled back, licking his fingers clean with a casualness that made your cheeks burn. "One" he said simply, like he was counting scores in a game.
You stared at him, chest heaving. "What... how did you...?"
He chuckled, low and throaty, shedding his innocent facade completely. "You think I'm some virgin nerd, huh? Baby, I've been holding back for months. Didn't want to scare you off."
Your mind reeled. The shy guy who blushed at compliments? The one who seemed oblivious to his own appeal? "But you act so... innocent."
"It's a look" he said with a wink, stripping off his shirt to reveal a toned chest and abs that definitely didn't come from just reading books. "Keeps expectations low. But in bed? I know what I'm doing."
He kissed you again, deeper this time, tasting you, and positioned himself between your legs. His hardness pressed against your thigh, impressive and ready. "You okay to keep going?"
"Yes" you breathed, eager despite the aftershocks still tingling through you.
"Good." He reached for a condom from his drawer, prepared, of course, and rolled it on. Then, with one hand, he guided himself to your entrance, teasing the tip against you. "Remember, hands stay up."
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you deliciously. You gasped at the fullness, and he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Fuck, you feel amazing."
Once fully seated, he paused, letting you adjust, but his hips soon started moving, slow, deep thrusts that hit every sensitive spot. His hand found your clit again, rubbing in time with his movements.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. "Jin, I can't, it's too much..."
"You can" he growled, nipping at your earlobe. "And you will. Come again for me."
His pace quickened, dominant energy radiating off him. He pinned your thigh to the bed with one hand, opening you wider, thrusting harder. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, your moans, his grunts. Sweat slicked your bodies as he drove you higher, his control absolute.
The second orgasm built differently, deeper, more intense. Your toes curled, vision blurring as it ripped through you. "Jin!" you screamed, clenching around him.
He didn't stop, riding you through it, prolonging the pleasure until you were a quivering mess. "Two" he whispered, kissing your forehead almost tenderly.
But he wasn't done. Pulling out, he flipped you onto your stomach effortlessly, like you weighed nothing. "On your knees" he commanded.
You complied, weak but willing, ass in the air. He entered you from behind, the new angle hitting even deeper. One hand tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to arch your back, while the other smacked your ass lightly, testing.
"Harder?" he asked, voice husky.
"Yes" you moaned, surprising yourself.
He obliged, the sting mixing with pleasure as he spanked you again, thrusting relentlessly. "You're mine tonight" he said, each word punctuated by a deep stroke. "Say it."
"I'm yours" you gasped, the words tumbling out.
His fingers found your clit once more, rubbing furiously. The overstimulation bordered on pain, but it tipped you over the edge again. This orgasm was shattering, waves of ecstasy making you sob into the pillow.
"Three" he counted, his own breathing ragged now.
He pulled you up against his chest, still inside you, and turned your head for a messy kiss. "One more" he murmured. "Think you can handle it?"
You nodded weakly, body on fire but craving more of this hidden side of him.
He laid you back down gently, this time face-to-face, and entered you slowly. His thrusts were deliberate, eyes locked on yours. "Look at me while you come."
It was intimate, intense. His hand between you worked your clit with expert precision, building you up for the final time. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, nails digging into his back.
"Come with me" you begged.
He groaned, pace faltering. "Fuck, yes."
The fourth orgasm hit you both simultaneously, your clenching around him, milking his release as he buried himself deep with a guttural moan. You trembled in his arms, aftershocks rippling through you as he collapsed beside you, both spent.
For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by heavy breathing. Then, he pulled you close, kissing your temple. "You okay?"
You laughed breathlessly. "More than okay. But... who are you, really?"
He grinned, that innocent look creeping back, though now you saw the mischief beneath. "Still your nerdy boyfriend. Just with a few tricks up my sleeve."
As you cuddled, you realized you'd uncovered a whole new layer to Seokjin, one that promised many more nights of discovery.
18+ content. MDNI. Please be mindful of what you read
I aim to write a 2k word fic like I used to do, and it suddenly becomes 5k words. I am my own enemy.
Summary: Jungkook knew how to put on a show, that video of him lifting his shirt at their latest concert was all over your timeline. It was harmless to watch it as many times as you did while winding down for the night in your friends room. Right?
Includes: Friends to lovers, Jealous Jin, awkward pauses, "Im better than him." vibes, heavy biting, Big dick Jin, "baby", protected PinV, fingering, multiple orgasms, angry outbursts, posessive Jin, 0-100 energy shift, edging, aftercare.
5.1k words ~ Masterlist
You'd finally managed to get some free time in your schedule to come to one of the concerts. Jin got you a ticket the second you suddenly became available.
With that however, all the hotels in a seventy mile radius were booked; no matter what Jin or his manager tried to do, there was nothing.
Which is why you were sitting awkwardly on an air mattress one of the staff members went out and bought it along with sheets before the store closed, thankfully. It was inflated in the corner of Jin's room of the house they're staying at, allowing you to sit against the wall comfortably.
This wasn't the first time you'd shared a room with Jin, you guys had been friends for ages by this point. So it was easy to just sit in silence, letting him relax after today's concert.
It was a good concert. Granted you weren't there, but it seemed like half of your Twitter timeline was. They were getting more comfortable with every show, and seemingly more exposed.
You'd probably watched the video of Jungkook pulling his shirt up a million times by now, the tight shirt only adding to the infatuation. Who could blame you, despite knowing the man he knew how to put on a hell of a performance.
"What are you giggling at?" Jin asked, moving from his spot on his bed towards you.
"Nothing!" You shouted, pulling your phone to your chest with embarrassment flooding your face.
"Yah come on!" He laughed, sitting next to you. "I want to laugh too!"
You shook your head, trying hide further in the corner as he reached for your phone. Much to your dismay, Jin was stronger than you by a long shot. Despite your best efforts he pried your phone out of your grip, laughing at the defeated look on your face before looking.
The smile wiped clean off his features. His brow furrowed, confusion settling deep within him. You grimaced the longer he stared at the screen, the video of his friend playing on repeat.
The room felt suffocating, the silence defeating with every passing second. You could do nothing but stare, waiting for a reaction. It felt like hours before he finally said something.
"Why were you—Jungkook?" He stammered, looking up at you before his eyes locked on your phone. "This isn't—it's just—all that over Jungkook?" He couldn't keep his train of thought, you could see every one pass through him.
"I have eyes." You mumbled, not knowing what else to say.
It's not like you have to justify finding someone hot to your friend, even if you have a crush on him, and the guy you were staring at was his best friend. You're allowed to find people attractive, supposedly with no guilt.
The look on his face made you feel guilty though. He seemed genuinely upset, a deep frown forming on his lips.
"Are you mad at me?" You ask, completely confused by his sullen energy.
Jin looked back up at you. A look in his eyes that had your heart skipping. It was one that you had seen countless times, army always posted the videos of him looking out into the crowd with want and love in his eyes. That look, mixed with the sadness on his lips had you nauseous.
He shook his head, handing you your phone back. Taking a second, he sat back, gaze unwavering. The silence spanned longer this time, only leaving you more confused.
With how long you'd known Jin you'd never see him this distressed. Especially not directed towards you. All you did was giggle at a video of his friend, and he was acting like he caught the both of you in his bed.
"No I—you didn't tell me." Jin finally answered, giving you a obviously fake smile as reassurance.
"Tell you what?" You were even more confused: apparently you we keeping something from him without your own knowledge.
"That you have a crush on Jk." You laughed, startling him. "It's not funny!" He said, annoyed with your reaction.
You paused, realizing that your response wasn't taken as the lighthearted humor you meant it as. The longer you look at him the more annoyed he looked, and after a particularly awkward staring contest you caught on.
"Jin, are you jealous?" You expected to hear his loud laughter fill the room, but that's not what you got.
Instead, he turned away from you. Standing up off the air mattress and walking towards his own bed. All in complete silence, something he's normally not good at.
"I can go stay in Yoongis room." He said, already grabbing his pillow off the bed.
"Wait!" You called out, moving closer to his bed while still seated on your own. "Don't leave, please."
Jin sighed, turning to look at you again. He walked over to you, towering above you as he stood inches in front of you. His hands ran over his face, a tired expression taking over.
"It's okay if you do." He whispered. "You two would be good together." He tired to offer you a smile again, unable to break through the raw emotion shrouding him.
"I don't." You replied, straining your neck to look up at him. "It—I—he's just nice to look at." You sighed, having difficult explaining yourself. "Can you please sit back down, looking up at you like this hurts."
Jin chuckled, falling down to his knees next to the mattress. You could see how quickly his chest was rising now that he was close, shakey breaths filling the space between you two.
"Nice to look at?" He asks sarcastically, tone reeking of false confidence. "You have worldwide handsome right here, better than some video." The distraction didn't land the way he wanted it to, obvious by his own immediate regret.
"You really are jealous." You say in awe, staring at him with a shocked look. "You're jealous I think he's attractive." Jin's smile faltered again, no amount of effort able to stop it.
"Does it make it awkward between us if I am?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he didn't want you to hear his pseudo confession.
It was enough for you, and honestly you didn't know how to respond. You weren't sure what type of confession it was, did he like you? Did he just not want you with his friends?
You didn't like how fast your thoughts were moving. Every possible scenario playing out in your already tired brain. Maybe the long plane ride had you a bit impulsive, but fuck it.
Your hand shot out towards him, gripping the basic black shirt he was wearing. Jin's eyes went wide for the split second you could see them.
He gasped when you pulled him towards you, other hand sliding to the nape of his neck as you pushed your lips against his. It didn't take him long to catch on, reciprocating the kiss almost instantly.
His lips were soft, softer than you'd imagined; the faint taste of champagne from earlier still prevalent. They molded into yours perfectly, making the slow kiss feel like heaven.
Jin's hand rested against your cheek, holding you against him. You leaned into the touch, already desperately wanting more of it.
You dropped the grip on his shirt, aimlessly searching for his other hand. Once you found it you pulled it towards you. Jin allowed you to guide him, smirking against your lips when you placed it on your waist.
He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. The hand on your cheek stayed, thumb grazing across the skin as he stared into your eyes.
"You're a good kisser." Jin whispered, each syllable hitting your lips.
"Should keep kissing me then." You replied, already trying to reconnect your lips.
Jin laughed, giving into your request. This time the kiss deepened, his tongue pushing past your lips with minimal resistance. Your allowance gave him confidence, making him push against you harder.
He started pushing you backwards, keeping his lips on yours as you moved towards the wall. He crawled with you, not stopping until your back was in the corner. It was slightly uncomfortable, an awkward angle, but that thought was forgotten the second you opened your eyes, seeing Jin hunched over you to follow the kiss.
"Fuck me." You muttered against his lips, words you didn't mean to leave your head.
Jin pulled away at the expression. His eyes were wide and filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He sat back on his heels, still managing to tower over you in his seated position.
"I could." He replied, voice hushed as if he was going to be overheard. "I would."
"Really?" You asked, still in slight disbelief at the entire situation.
"I've wanted to for ages." He chuckles, face starting to flush red.
"Think you could fuck me like you're still jealous?" Jin narrowed his eyes at your jest, a large hand coming to rest on your thigh in response.
"I am still jealous." There was a hint of a joking tone, but you knew he meant it from the look on his face. "I'm right here, been here for hours."
"You weren't showing your abs though." You giggled, trying to test him.
Jin didn't reply, just stared you down for what felt like hours. He startled you when his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist. The grip guided your hand to his torso, guiding your palm along the expanse of his abs, allowing you to feel the slight ridges beneath the tight shirt.
His eyes didn't leave yours, smirking when your hand started moving on its own. You couldn't help yourself, every second he looked at you like that, every second he allowed you to touch him only had you spiraling deeper into need.
"He's in the other room if you'd prefer." He whispered, leaning closer to you with a grin that shows he knows he's winning.
You shook your head, still running your hand along his covered torso with nothing but pure greed. He didn't stop you, letting you explore every inch.
"I want you. Just you." You slid your hand up further, not stopping until it splayed over the expanse of his neck. "Want you to fuck me." You whispered against his lips, staring down at them with desperation.
"Fuck, okay." He said before pressing his lips against yours.
His hand slid up your leg slowly, the gentle pressure barely going through the fabric of your pants. The light sensation set your skin on fire, a need for more burning inside of you.
Then, he pulled away. His hand left your body and lips retreated. You whimpered as he stood up, confusion and hurt starting to swirl around your head.
You watched as he walked over to his bed, grabbing his phone and typing something into it with a speed you'd never seen. Your chest felt heavy at all the scenarios your anxiety produced, looking up at him with wide, scared eyes.
When his eyes met yours again his face quickly turned from happiness to panic. Jin immediately started towards you again, dropping back onto his knees in a way that had to hurt. You could see his phone still lit up in his pocket, but you weren't allowed to focus on it as his hands quickly cradled your face.
He tried to kiss you again, but you dodged him. You looked at him with a pointed expression, eyes flicking down to his pocket before back up at him.
"I needed to text the group." He sighs, pulling the phone out and laying it on the floor next to the both of you.
"Why? Trying to brag already?" You asked, trying and failing to hide your nerves.
"Really? Do you really want to know?" His voice was desperate, wanting you to say no and go back to the kiss. You, of course, nodded your head yes, now more curious than anything. "Fine. I—ugh I don't have any condoms so…" He trailed off, looking down at the screen that flashed.
"You don't have any condoms?" Your own voice trailed too, confused at the correlation.
"Yeah. You want me to fuck you—I want to fuck you!" Jin quickly spoke, emphasizing the last part. "Can't do that without them so."
"So?" You looked down at the partly visible screen, a constant stream of chat bubbles popping up.
"Needed to see if anyone had some." He whispered, still not meeting your eyes.
"You texted the guys asking for condoms? Seriously?" You couldn't help but laugh, making him groan loudly.
"I'm being safe! It was either that or we don't have sex and I really want too. I'm their elder, they'll be respectful about it." It didn't seem like he believed that last part.
"So responsible Jinnie." You said before pulling his gaze towards you, pressing your lips stark against his in a slow kiss, all nerves dissipating.
Jin kissed back eagerly, quickly speeding up the kiss to how it was before. He crowded you into the wall once again, both hands landing on your thighs, pushing them apart enough for him to sit between.
Your hands shot up to broad shoulders, one moving further to tangle in the dark hair. He whined quietly at the action, smiling against your lips when you tugged on it in experimentation.
It seemed to only make him more needy, once steady hands now made their way underneath your shirt, gripping your waist. They were itching to move higher, twitching against you showing the breaking constraint.
Just as you were about to try and guide them higher, a knock rang out through the room. Jin groaned loudly as he unwillingly pulled away from you. The knocking only got worse the longer it took him to get to the door.
He barely opened it, just enough that his arm could fit through the gap. You craned your head to the side to try and see which man was on the other side of the door. Thankfully when Jin moved his arm to slam the door closed you saw a flash of a familiar red leather jacket through the small hole.
"Was he respectful?" You giggled, making Jin let out a sigh.
"They sent Taehyung, what do you think?" Your laugh grew at the sheer look of annoyance on his face.
In an attempt to get that intoxicating look back, you quickly pulled your shirt off as he walked closer. Stifling your laugh as he froze, eyes going directly to your chest.
Once he regained his composure he mimicked your movement, shirt flying behind him. Your eyes trailed down the bare skin, hands shooting towards it the second he was between your legs again.
Jin followed, his hands carefully trailed along your waist, moving upwards with an idea. Much to your shock he went around your bra covered breasts. Instead, he went to your shoulders, fingers toying with the straps, waiting patiently.
When you nodded he pushed them down, falling awkwardly against your shoulders. Before you could say anything he reignited the kiss, instantly turning heated with his tongue gliding against yours.
You gasped against him as he fingers landed on the clasp, popping it open with almost perfect precision. It fell down your arms, waiting for you to throw it off.
"Do that often?" You spoke into the kiss, a smirk on your lips.
"I've practiced." He replied, hands grazing over the newly exposed skin. He wasted no time massaging your tits in his hands, smiling at the small whine that left you. "Never been this happy to do it before."
"I'm honored."You whispered, Jin chuckled in response, moving himself even closer to you.
Soon you moved your hands lower down his torso, only stopping once you hit the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers skirted around the ridge, asking the question without pulling away from his lips.
Jin caught on. His hands left your chest within seconds, the sudden loss of touch making you shiver. You felt his hands graze past yours, aimlessly searching for the button.
He smiled as he quickly popped it open, rushing to push the zipper down as far as it would go before pushing them down his hips as much as the seated position would allow. Slowly, you trailed your hands down to meet his own, left with the soft fabric of his boxers when his retreated back up to your chest.
Jin let out a curse as your hands brushed against his covered cock, feeling the outline beneath your fingertips. Fuck, he felt huge. You'd heard the rumors, laughed about his only scandal countless times, but fuck.
"I can hear you thinking." Jin whispered, pulling away and giving you a perfect view of him.
His face was flushed, a lopsided grin plastered across bright swollen lips. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, highlighting the curvature of each muscle perfectly. Then your eyes trailed lower; you were almost too afraid to look, confirming that what you felt was the truth.
The blue denim hung open on his thighs, bunched in a way that could not be comfortable. His boxers were struggling, the dark fabric noticeably stretched around his cock. Even beneath the fabric confines you could see it, just daring you.
"Please." You whispered, struggling to pull your eyes off of his hips.
Jin laughed, his fingers resting under your chin, shifting your gaze to his eyes. He was looking at you with that look again, it made your stomach twist at how much affection seemed buried in it.
"Please what?" He replied quietly.
You looked at him with a scowl, desperation flooding you once more. Running your hands across him again, a loud groan leaving his lips.
"God Jin please." You whined, pushing your chest further into his hands. "Do something."
Putting you out of your misery, Jin pulled away from you despite your complaints. He stood up, towering above you as he pushed the bunched up jeans down his long legs.
With a smirk his boxers followed suite. His cock bouncing almost comically at the motion. He let you stare for a moment before coming back down to your level.
His hands shot out to your waist, pulling you towards him causing your back to go flat against the mattress. He hovered above you, one hand next to your head holding him up while the other stayed lower.
"I can't if you don't take these off." He whispered, fingers toying with the waistband of your pants. "At least, not what you want me to." He muttered, seemingly to himself as ideas seemed to flood his mind.
You quickly tried to shimmy both your pants and underwear down your legs, struggling to pass them over your hips, lifting them slightly to manage. Jin laughed at your haste, helping you slightly until they were fully off your legs.
He sat back on his heels, taking in your now fully exposed body. You felt nervous under his gaze, watching as his eyes took in every inch of skin that they could see.
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, soft hands following his eyes path. It was ages before he spoke again, your skin on fire from his touch.
"There's so much I want to do to you." He finally spoke, leaning down until his lips were inches away from yours. "You're going to let me too huh? Let me be the only one who gets to touch you, to see you like this."
"Just you." You agreed, trying to crane your neck to reach his lips.
A mumbled curse left him, almost like a warning. His lips crashed onto yours in an almost violent fashion, his tongue exploring your mouth with ease.
One of his hands came to rest on your thigh, wasting little time before trailing further up. He ghosted his pointer finger across your opening, smiling into the kiss as you shivered.
Jin carefully pushed the finger against your entrance, slowly allowing you to stretch open around the digit. Once he could go no further, his thumb rested against your clit, using as little pressure as possible.
"Tease." You muttered into the kiss, the words coming out as a muffled mess.
Jin sunk his teeth into your bottom lip in reply, breaking the kiss soon after. He rested his forehead against yours, catching his breath with his lips parted.
Eyes fixated on your face, he slowly pulled his finger out before thrusting it back in, setting a fast pace. He was quick to add a second one, not slowing down to allow you to adjust this time.
"This better?" He whispered, cockiness painfully evident in his words.
You tried to reply, the rebuttal on the tip of your tongue. But just as you were about to speak Jin curled his fingers upward, angle allowing him to perfectly hit that spot inside of you.
The moan you let out was guttural, and if he wasn't peering down at you like that it would've been beyond embarrassing. Instead, it made him more confident. His movement calculated almost perfectly.
Your hips started to buck into his hand, only aiding in the friction from his thumb on your clit. He started to work with you, following the flow of your hips and keeping his pace steady despite the constant change in position.
"So close." The words came out in a broken moan, mumbled repetition following.
"You can do it." He replied, starting to press soft kisses against your flushed skin. "Cum on my fingers so I can fuck you better than anyone else." The emphasis on the last few words had your head reeling.
It didn't take much before you were spilling across his fingers, the sound of the slowing digits echoing throughout the room awkwardly. Jin enjoyed it, a moan left him as you clenched around his fingers.
He slowly pulled them out, staring as he did with a wide grin. You gasped as he brought the soaked fingers to his swollen lips, pushing them past with a moan as the taste of you hit his tongue.
"Next time." Jin said, winking at you as he reached over to pick up the condom from earlier.
"Pretty confident there will be a next time huh?" You whispered breathless, smiling up at him.
"You will be too in a minute." He replied, ripping open the foil wrapper. "You're mine, and I'll prove it; gonna make you forget he exists." His voice trailed off, the slightest scowl on his face towards the end.
"Oh I'm yours now?" You giggled, teasing tone lacing your words.
"Always have been, you just didn't know it." He said as he effortlessly slid the condom on.
You whined, hips twitching when Jin nudged the tip of his cock against your clit. He teasingly slid it downward, running it through your folds with ease.
Jin carefully pushed himself into your entrance, stilling shortly after leaving only the tip inside. The stretch hurt, bordering on painful at the sheer size of him.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours as you grimaced. His thumb started drawing shapes against your clit, making him groan when you tightened around him.
"I know baby I know." He coo'd. "It'll feel better in a minute I promise."
"Feels good now." You moaned, trying to push yourself closer to him.
Jin's hand shot to your hip, holding you still despite your whines of protest. He was on the verge of scolding you. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to, not with how hard you were fighting against his hold, desperate for him.
You were desperate. You wanted to feel his cock stretch you out, feel him twitch inside of you. But he was being Jin. The ever so gentle and considerate Jin who wouldn't hurt you even if you begged. Well, maybe.
"Please Jin, want you to fuck me." You pleaded, bringing your shaking hand to his cheek. "Wanna be stretched out by you, wanna feel everything." You gave him the best fuck me eyes you could, hoping it would work.
"You will. Don't wanna be rough and hurt you. I know my limits." He tsked as you groaned in response, trying to buck against him to not avail.
"Jungkook would."
You didn't mean to say it. An inside thought that escaped through the haze being caused by the stupid edge Jin was keeping you on. It made him still, you swore he stopped breathing for a minute as the heaviness of your words settled over you both.
"Jungkook would?" He asked, the question clearly rhetorical.
Against your better judgment you nodded, the desperate part of you overshadowing any rational thought. He looked pissed, angrier than you'd ever seen him. It was hot; absolutely terrifying, but god you wanted him even more now.
His resolve broke, completely shattered by your words. He sat up, leering down at you some fucked up version of possessive anger. Both of his hands trailed down your body, taking purchase on your hips with a punishing grip.
"I warned you." Jin said, voice deep and direct.
The second the words left him you were pulled into him, practically spearing you on his cock. You threw you head back, a combination of a scream and a string of moans ripping their way out of your throat.
Immediately he set a brutal pace, thrusting into you in rhythm with the pull he had on your hips. Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back to try and hold him closer.
"Fuck Jin pl—shit I—so good Jin so-" You stammered, struggling to find the words.
"Yeah? Like being fucked like this?" He groaned, voice still managing to hold the cocky tone. "Almost like a fucking toy, no regard for yourself."
One of his hands moved onto your clit, rubbing fast circles on the sensitive bud. He laughed at your yelp, only applying more pressure in reply.
Your back arched off the flimsy mattress, arms shooting towards Jin's. He let out a wince when you dug your nails into his biceps, laughing when it only made your grip stronger.
"I meant it." He hissed, leaning forward until his chest was flat against your own. "You're mine. Jungkook could never fuck you like this."
He smashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as you grew closer. The second your muscles started to tighten Jin just, stopped. You felt him smirk against yours lips as he pulled away just enough for you to feel his breath.
"Jin what the fuck?!" You all but yelled at him, jumping slightly at your own volume.
"Say it."
"What?" You asked beyond confused.
"Say you're mine." His tone was serious, contradictory to the confident smirk he as dawning. "Say it and I'll let you cum."
"Seriously?" You whined, shifting your hips to try and regain some level of friction. Jin nodded, pushing himself closer to you to limit your movement. "I'm yours, just yours. Please Jin I was right there."
"Say it like you mean-"
"God fucking dammit Jin! Never wanted to fuck him in the first place!" You angrily shouted, cutting him off mid command. "Was just looking, you're the only person I've wanted to sleep with for years." The words lost steam until you barely managed the last one, the feeling of the admission mixing with the discomfort of your Jin created predicament.
He clearly didn't expect the outburst, eyes going wide and losing all cockiness. His breathing became ragged, matching the nervousness from when this whole thing started. For a second you thought he was mad, that you ruined the entire thing.
But, you felt it. The rigid cock he had stilled inside of your walls twitching, trying, begging to move same as you.
"Thank you." It was a quiet phrase, you almost missed it.
You didn't miss his cock pulling out of you against your will, your cunt trying to keep him close. He didn't go far, you couldn't complain about the minuscule loss because the second it left it came back, hard.
Jin's hands tangled in your hair, balancing on his forearms on either side of your head. He pulled your head back, forcing you to strain your neck at the awkward angle.
He quickly buried his head in the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin with little forgiveness.
It was hard to tell how much noise you both were truly making, your ears ringing as you finally fell over the edge. Jin held you down as you came, keeping you still while he chased after his own release.
Mumbled affections and praises barley made it to your ears as his hips started to falter, eventually stilling, making him sink his teeth into your shoulder. Apologizes soon followed, soft lips kissing what was now probably a deep indentation.
"How do you feel?" Jin's voice rang through your ears after who knows how long, his chest still pressed against yours in a sweaty mess.
"Can't move." You chuckled, your words having multiple meanings in the moment.
Jin sat up, taking his weight with him much to your annoyance. He shushed you when you voiced your disapproval, sending you one of his air kisses while standing up.
You couldn't keep your eyes open long enough to watch what he was doing, only aware of the shuffling sounds and distant running water. He soon returned apologizing as he gently wiped the warm cloth against your inner thighs. The thing soon thrown somewhere in the room, both uncaring about where.
Jin laid down beside you at some point, softly running his fingers through your hair in heavy contrast to minutes before. The slight humming coming from him helped ground you in the moment, managing to open your eyes to look at him.
"Did you mean it?" Your voice startled him, giving you a chance to laugh for a second when he jumped.
"I meant everything I said tonight." He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead. "I want you, all of you, if you're okay with that."
You nodded, leaning into the soft caress of your scalp. The quiet you were enjoying was soon broken by the sound of the man's phone ringing, making both of you groan.
He reached towards it, silencing the loud ringer before throwing it off in the distance. Using the opportunity he threw his arm over you, laying back on the mattress and pulling your head into his chest.
"Who was it?" You asked absentmindedly, more focused on the suddenly ability to hear his heartbeat.
"It was Jungkook." Jin replied, a tone that didn't need your eyes open to be able to see the dramatic eye roll.
cowlick a min yoongi one-shot
pairing: idol!min yoongi x wife!f!reader
genre: pwp
rating: explicit content MDNI!!!
summary: you're the reason why your husband’s hair is a mess for the 'hooligan' mv.
warnings/tags: yoongi pov, quickie in a trailer, riding, unprotected sex, they're married and reader wants to get pregnant, his boys make fun of him lol
wc: 1.7k
notes: i say im burnt out from writing smut and then i go and write this. it's just bc yoongi makes me so insane 😩 this was inspired by a convo between myself and aqua (contents of which may or may not be based on real life events) so im dedicating this to her 🫶💜 thank u for betaing last minute!!
Yoongi’s supposed to be on set. But instead he’s sweating under his leather outfit with you spread out on his lap, bouncing on his cock.
It starts off with him just going to his trailer because he forgot his lucky bracelet (the one you gave him on his birthday the first year you celebrated together). The door almost hits him on the ass by the time you jump him, and he barely has time to be surprised before you grab his face and pull him down.
“How’d you sneak in here?” he chuckles between breathless kisses, hands going to your waist like clockwork.
“I’m your wife. Duh,” you snap, fingers ensnaring the heavy chains around his neck.
“I start filming in five minutes.”
“I’ll be quick.” He never argues with you. He lets you push him down on the couch, straddle him, kiss and lick at the base of his neck, knowing you don’t need the reminder not to make marks unless you want a hit put on you by his stylist, and you’re always careful not to touch his face for that same reason. It takes him a second to realize you’re wearing a skirt. He opens his mouth to scold you for coming to see him in clothes like that since it’s so cold out but then you reach under to dip into your bare, sopping pussy. Ah. Easy access. You came with a plan.
In all the years you’ve been together, it’s never taken much for you to get him hard. You walk into a room and bam - he has to adjust himself. And when you touch him - there goes his thoughts for a few minutes. It’s always been like this, and he knows it’ll never change. So when you figure out how to get into his boxers without pushing down too much leather, he’s already stiff and leaking at the tip.
You smear down his precum and he bites his lip when you grab his cock with the fingers you had between your legs, glistening with your slick, making him nice and wet for you.
“Damn, baby. Were you playing with yourself while you waited for me?”
“Mhmm,” you nod, whimpering as you finally let him penetrate your walls. You’re so wet and warm and tight when you sink down on him that he has to hold in a breath to keep himself together. But then he reminds himself that this is a quickie. He knows you could stay here and ride him until his balls are empty, but, unfortunately, he doesn’t have that kind of time. His phone - that he shouldn’t even have on him in the first place (he does though, just for you) - has been vibrating in his pocket for the past few minutes, but the more he’s distracted, the longer it’ll take him to make you both come, so he ignores it.
Your hands grip his shoulders as you wiggle your hips to adjust to his girth that he finds so fucking cute every single time, but he can hardly feel your touch through the thick leather of his jacket. He curses, because his fingerless gloves are preventing him from fully touching the skin on your hip, so he grips you hard enough to bruise. Usually, he’d let you bounce and ride him until you came on him and got too tired to carry on, but to speed things up, he bucks up into you, watching your parted lips spill out moans as he grinds against your spot, grunting as it makes you squeeze him and suck him deeper in. He kisses you, swallowing your sweet sounds, and his balls tighten when your fingers dig into the side of his head, tightly fisting his hair. Telltale sign that you’re close. You must've really worked yourself up while you were waiting for him.
“Come for me,” he whispers against your lips, fingers dropping and finding your clit to press and rub you over the edge. You loudly cry out his name, pulling at his hair so his head tips to the side as he continues fucking up into you and kissing the underside of your jaw. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.”
“Come inside," you warble, cheek lolling against his temple, fingers still entangled in his hair, cunt clenching him through your aftershocks.
“Mm.” Eyebrows pinched, his fingers return to flex on your hip, cock twitching at the mere thought of getting to fill you up. “Remember to take your pill.”
You whine, indignant. He sighs, shakes his head. You make that sound when he doesn’t give you what you want.
“I’ll give you a baby when we come back from tour, ‘kay?”
You whine again, louder and borderline disobedient, slamming down on him like it tells him something. Sucking in a hiss because damn that felt good, he slaps your ass and massages out the sting, a silent warning to stop being a brat. This is one thing he’s not going to let you win an argument about.
“Hey, that was the deal, right? I’m not leaving you at home alone and pregnant while I fly around the world for eight months.”
“Yeah, but by the time you’d get back, you’d have a baby. You wouldn’t have to deal with all my pregnancy bullshit,” you try to reason, hips still rolling, eyes glassy and pout pathetic. He frowns. You’ve both had this conversation multiple times before, but that’s the first time you’ve made this point. He doesn’t fucking like it.
Yoongi tugs down on your waist to get you to stop, pelvises pressed together, cock deep inside you. But you know better than to move.
“Look at me.” You refuse, and the leather of his fingerless gloves rubs your cheeks as he grabs them. “I want to deal with all your pregnancy bullshit. I married you, remember? I signed up to put up with all your bullshit for the rest of my life and I don’t plan on missing out on any of it.”
His eyes dart between both of yours, making sure what he said is sticking with you, and when you lean in to sloppily kiss him, he knows the message got through.
“Now, c’mon. You said you were gonna be quick.”
You sit up straighter, and you’re clearly weakened from your orgasm but you put in effort that he’ll worship you for later to bring him to his own peak. Slick sounds of your pussy and slams of your hips fill the trailer, and within seconds of you squeezing him, sucking on his earlobe, and toying with his chains, he’s muttering an incoherent string of curses and spilling deep inside you. His balls just keep pulsing and holyyy shit, he really could get you pregnant right now. (He would love nothing more, but later he’ll text you another reminder to take your pill).
“I love you so fucking much,” he pants into your neck, wishing he had the time to leave his mark. “Even though you’re gonna get me in so much fucking trouble.”
“Love you, too. Don’t forget you married trouble,” You grin, waggling his ring on your finger in his facr, and his hips jerk as you lift off of him. He tips his chin up when you start to lean in for another kiss but your mouth drops and your eyes go wide.
“Oh, fuck, your hair-“ You reach out to try and fix it, but just as you do, a loud pounding on the trailer door startles the both of you.
“Shit, gotta go,” Yoongi mutters, quickly stuffing himself back in this godforsaken leather as his manager starts yelling for him to come out. You try your best to smooth down his hair, but when you keep muttering curses under your breath, he knows it’s not working.
“It’s fine. I’ll see you later.” He kisses you, lingers a second longer than he has time for, and leaves you sitting on the couch, skirt halfway up your waist, fingers playing with his cum dripping out. Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him. He needs to shoot this music video first.
Yoongi’s manager chews him all the way out onto the set, and his stylist gives him the evilest eye when she catches sight of his hair. He just scurries towards his band because his manager already said there’s no time to fix it.
“Where were you?” Namjoon exclaims as Yoongi walks towards the center of the platform. He shrugs, like he’s not still perspiring and his dick isn’t still hard. Luckily, his leather pants are bulky enough to hide it.
“I had to grab something.”
“Look at his hair! That means his honey came to visit,” Hobi says, waggling his brows. Yoongi shoots him daggers.
“Shut up.”
The maknaes burst into raucous laughter and Taehyung and Jimin mime grabbing at each other, making overexaggerated kissing noises and mimicking the way you cry out Yoongi’s name. Yoongi turns his back on them to go to his spot, just missing Jeongguk thrusting in the air like he’s mid-Baepsae.
“You brought this on yourself,” Namjoon mutters, stepping up next to him, fixing his gloves. Yoongi pretends not to hear. “It’s been, what, four years? And y’all still act like newlyweds.”
“We’re making up for the time we missed while I was in the military.”
Namjoon’s face pulls back, disgusted. “Okay, well, can you not do that on our schedule?”
“Sorry, leader-nim,” Yoongi fake apologizes, pressing his hands together, smirk lopsided and shit-eating. “Maybe if you let her come on tour, she wouldn’t find any downtime I have now to, yknow, make up.”
Namjoon sighs, long and distressed. Yoongi only feels a little bad. You’re his wife. He needs you by his side, and not just to have little quickies whenever there’s minutes to spare. He was enough of a wreck being away from you during his service. He doesn’t want that to happen because of work.
“Fine. I’ll see what I can do.”
Yoongi smiles, lighting up inside and out. “Thanks, bro. You’re the best.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Namjoon waves him off, just in time for the director to call for action.
He doesn’t know how crazy his hair looks until they play the footage back to check for mistakes and potential position adjustments. His band members tease him, but it makes him smile that it’s there because you need to grab onto his hair when he makes you come. No one outside of this set will ever know his cowlick is thanks to his wife, and that makes him like it even more.
He still left his damn bracelet.
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thank you for reading!!! ahhhh i cant believe this happened lmao pls let me know what you think with comments and reblogs!! 💜
Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area
Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader (mainly); with appearances by OT7
Rating: M (🔞); NSFW
Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Total word count: 70,300K words
Status: Completed ✅
Warnings (more to be written in individual chapter updates): heavy office banter; excessive cussing (I wouldn't be me without this warning); office romance; angst; fluff; pining; unrequited love; smut; alcohol consumption
Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes--until you're forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
Part 5.5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 |
Part 9.5 | Part 9.75 | Part 10 Finale + epilogue. |
✧ SUMMARY: Your fledgling career as a music journalist is finally going in some kind of direction that must be on the path to success. Your coworkers like you enough to invite you out on Fridays, your boss is starting to think you’re competent enough to let you score a few bylines, and you’re finally getting the hang of InDesign. All of your hard work, late nights, and complete lack of a social life are starting to pay off… Even if it all came at the expense of the longest relationship of your life. Fine. You’ve accepted the fact that romance isn’t for you, under any circumstances. You won’t risk your career for anybody. Not even Min Yoongi.
✧ TAGS: (kind of) slow burn, eventual smut, eventual romance, fluff, light angst, humor, producer!yoongi, music journalist!reader, neighbors to friends to lovers? you’ll see, reader is bad at feelings, reader is post-break up, now back and better than ever (excluding yijeong’s bitchass), original series can be found here
✧ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content (MINORS DNI), miscommunication, angst (warnings listed for each individual chapter)
✧ WORDCOUNT: 43.1k
✧ STATUS: complete
✧ CHAPTERS ✧
CH 1: turn a bad night to a good time [3k]
CH 2: really nice to talk to you [3.9k]
CH 3: i wanna fold clothes for you [3.6k]
CH 4: sittin' in the studio [6.4k]
CH 5: i think i need your help [7.5k]
CH 5.5: i'm not done yet [2k]
CH 6: y'all ain’t never been to a party before? [5.6k]
