#bts jin

[minsyoongi]

🐹: Although I didn't say much and all I did was eat, I at least came to report that I'm alive. 🫡❤️

[foliexaxdeux]

SLIPPERY WHEN WET | KSJ

Pairing: Jin x f!reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, pwp

Summary: When your neighbor Jin is dealing with a leaky pipe in his kitchen, you rush to his aid. But oh no, now you're both soaked... Guess what happens next.

Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, cheesy barely there plot that's straight from some 90s porno, reader is a bit shy, based on Jin's only scandal (he has a horse c*ck), comedy, first time together, heavy make out, oral (both receiving), PiV, protected sex, bit of dirty talk where Jin is still a comedy king as always, Jin being very sweet even though he is so big that you can see MC's stomach bulging from the outside :)

A/n: Inspired by Jin's recent habit of exposing his stomach. Which I approve of. Heavily.

Wordcount: 4.8k

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It’s Saturday afternoon and you just sat down on your couch, strawberry matcha latte in one hand, your phone in the other. That drink got popular for a reason and since you finally gave in and tried it yourself, you’ve been indulging in it almost every other day. It might be partially due to the hot weather, but your new obsession even dethroned your long time favorite, a dirty chai latte. Now instead of having to replace your chai syrup every month, you keep pureed strawberries in your fridge.

You shuffle back on the sofa, cozying into the pillows behind you, ready to aimlessly scroll on your phone for a while.

A sudden loud thump, followed by a hissing sound and cursing makes you almost drop your cup. God damn, you almost spilt the matcha on yourself and the couch. The noise undoubtedly comes from your next-door neighbor. You would have strangled Jin had he made you soil your new cushions.

He was actually the one to put you on to the strawberry matcha. Jin’s always in for a fruity treat, never one to care about being judged for his ‘girly’ drink choices. Just yesterday he knocked on your door, as you were getting ready to go out with some girlfriends, to borrow some of your strawberry mush. With a pout and a big sigh too, as if he’d die weren’t you to provide him with the missing ingredient for his matcha. Jin is big on dramatics, that’s also why hanging out with him is always a fun time. You think he might actually implode if he doesn’t do anything dumb for a few minutes.

So, what the hell is he doing now, causing all this ruckus on a sunny Saturday afternoon?

Jin’s voice keeps thundering through your shared wall. “Fuck, fuck, shit, no!” you hear him yelling. Well, now you’re worried. Did he hurt himself?

You sigh and put your drink on the coffee table, already mourning the relaxing day you had planned to enjoy. With urgency in your step, you hurry out of your door, not even bothering to put on shoes. You know Jin never locks his door when he’s home, a habit you’ve scolded him for multiple times. Now though, you are glad about it as you fling open his front door.

“Jin? Are you alright? What the fuck?” you call out.

“Kitchen!” he just yells in reply, and you scurry further into his apartment, following the loud clamor.

Your worry immediately dissolves into incredulous laughter when you spot Jin. He’s on his knees in front of the open cupboard under his sink. The pipe is spraying water all over him with the pressure of a fucking fire hose.

“What the hell did you do?” you ask him, still snickering. He looks up at you, obviously trying to glare at you for laughing at his misery, but you can tell that there’s a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. Even in the worst situations imaginable, Jin is always keeping his spirits high. You always admired this about him, his endless optimism.

“Grab my sweater from the table,” he pleads, kneeling there in the relentless spray of his sink pipes, in a white shirt and some light blue cotton boxers.

Not trying to draw out his troubles, you move to take the hoodie that’s slung over the back of one of the dining chairs. Turning back to Jin, he waves you down to the floor next to him. You crouch and put the sweater towards the leaking pipe, trying to stop the fountain of water. The fucking cold water you realize as the stream hits you, immediately soaking your clothes. You shriek and now it’s Jin who’s laughing.

“The drain was blocked, I just tried to check what the problem was,” he chuckles while wiping his wet hair out of his face with the back of his hand.

“Did you empty the coffee grounds in the sink again?” you immediately accuse him. “I’ve told you not to do that!” This is not the first time his kitchen sink is mysteriously clogged. 

“I might have,” he admits with a sheepish smile. You snort and lean towards him to nudge him with your shoulder, hands occupied trying to unsuccessfully stop the water from leaking. You are basically sitting in a puddle by now and the hoodie around the pipe is already soaked through as well.

Jin is now scrambling to get up from the floor, moving to finally turn off the kitchen’s water supply. You slump your shoulders in defeat, feeling useless as you cover the leak with the dripping sweater, but you’re huffing out a laugh while doing so. This is not how you imagined - or hoped - your weekend to go.

Suddenly, the water stops flowing and you sit back on your heels with a relieved sigh.

You hear footsteps and when you turn, Jin is standing in the kitchen door, scratching his neck. Now that the chaos has come to a stop, you finally look at him properly for the first time. He’s just standing there, water dripping off his body. Your eyes start to wander further down, from the dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead, to his chest, where the white t-shirt is clinging to him, at this point completely see through from the involuntary shower. Damn, when did Jin start working out for his body to look like this? Absent-mindedly, you start nibbling on your bottom lip as your gaze lands on his very defined v-line, uncovered as the shirt has ridden up a little, revealing the skin above his boxers. When your eyes roam even further down, you gulp, almost choking on your own saliva. You can basically see his whole dick through the wet fabric, calling it an outline would be the understatement of the year. And dear god, is that one hell of a dick. Fuck, get a grip. You try to snap yourself out of ogling Jin when you start to imagine what his cock would be like hard if it’s already this impressive soft.

You shake your head to get rid of the thought and return your gaze to Jin’s face. 

The corner of his mouth is pulled up into a smirk and you can tell he caught you drooling over his body.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “At least take me on a date first, Jesus.” His fake frown only lasts a second - Jin was never good at keeping a straight face - before he chuckles. 

You know he’s not actually offended but you’re still embarrassed, even though he managed to draw a little giggle from you with his dumb comment. 

You drop your gaze to the puddle you’re kneeling in, mumbling more to yourself than him while doing so. 

“Well, why’d you have to walk in here all indecent and wet?”

“You’re one to talk.” His reply makes you lift your head to find his eyes, not immediately grasping what he’s getting at now. 

And, oh. He’s staring right back at you. With his mouth slightly agape, he’s eyeing you up and down. A cold shiver runs down your spine and suddenly you are very aware of what you are wearing. A white flowy dress. Which is not so flowy anymore in its wet state - it’s clinging to your curves instead now.  Why, of all days, did you have to wear white today? With horror, you remember that you are also not wearing a bra. You look down to your tits and find your nipples sticking straight out through the translucent fabric, hardened from the cold. A bead of water is currently running down between your breasts and Jin's gaze is unabashedly following it. 

With heat spreading up from your neck to your cheeks, you clumsily get up from your kneeling position. When you lock eyes with Jin for a moment, the tip of his tongue slips out and licks a droplet of water from his lip that’s dripped off his hair. You feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen and look away in shame, mortified by the fact that all it took for you to be turned on by your neighbor of 8 months was a leaking pipe. Maybe you should have listened to your friends and downloaded a dating app after your last relationship because this is ridiculous. 

“Um, you should probably mop up this mess,” you mutter as you get up and try to move past Jin, your head lowered, eyes trained towards the floor. Well, he definitely should, because after just three steps, you slip in the puddle on the tiles and stumble until arms wrap around you and keep you from falling on your ass.

“You okay?” you hear Jin’s soft voice close to your ear. When the adrenaline of the almost-fall wears off, you find yourself pressed against him, his arms around your back holding you close.

Your breasts are squished against Jin’s chest and one of his legs ended up being wedged between yours. His heartbeat is synced to yours, going fast and hard.

“Yeah,” you breathe out with your forehead resting against his shoulder. “I’m fine.” Neither you nor Jin make any effort to move. It’s as if time has frozen and you’re stuck in his embrace, turning your cold and clammy bodies warm again.

His breath is fanning over the side of your face with each exhale and when you finally turn your head up to face Jin, he is, once again, already looking at you. This time, a shy smile is painted across his face. An unusual sight for you, but to be fair, the whole situation is new territory. Yes, you’ve hugged before, but only quickly and mostly in greeting or to say goodbye. You’ve never been flush against his body without an inch of space between you. You are very aware of the thigh between your legs too, applying slight pressure to your groin. It’s making your stomach flutter with each tiny movement of his leg as you’re standing there, holding on to each other. Consciously fighting the urge to rut against his thigh, you blink up at him through your lashes as one of his hands moves from your lower back up to your face and he pushes your hair behind your ear.

“You’re pretty when you’re flustered,” he whispers, his fingers still softly resting against your jaw. You could swear his leg moves against you with more intent as you feel your cheeks heat up at his words. Feeling shy, you nuzzle your face into the space where his shoulder meets his neck.

Not letting you evade his eyes, he gently lifts your head up again, cupping your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly, looking down at you.

All you manage is a nod.

When he bends down and his lips meet yours, the fluttering in your stomach intensifies and you sigh against him. Jin is softly slotting your lips together, the pads of his fingers caressing your cheek. He’s humming when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth and tug carefully. His tongue slips out and traces your lips, before licking into your mouth to meet the tip of your own tongue. It’s a sweet kiss, unhurried, but it has you in a frenzy nonetheless. 

Your hands are holding on to Jin’s sides when his own palm moves to the back of your neck and the arm around your waist pulls you against him harder. You unintentionally rub over his thigh with your crotch when he presses you to him and you whimper into the kiss, surprised by the sensation. Your reaction has an obvious effect on Jin as he immediately licks into you with more urgency. His digits slowly wander down from your back to the curve of your ass. He doesn’t quite squeeze but firmly rests his hand there with splayed fingers.

At this point, you can feel Jin all over your body. He’s pressed into all your sensitive parts and your body is about to go up in flames. You can’t hold back and your hips start moving on their own accord, seeking stimulation where you need it most. Your obvious excitement isn’t lost on him. You can feel his mouth twist into a grin and his hand snakes down further and under the moist fabric of your dress. He properly grips the flesh of your ass now as if to guide your movement. His dick is twitching against your right leg, slowly filling out.

That’s when Jin breaks the kiss and pulls away from you a little.

“Are you alright with this?” he asks you with slight uncertainty in his eyes.

The sight is making you giggle. It’s not like you were just humping his leg from how horny he’s got you by just making out.

“Am I giving you the impression I’m not?” you ask him grinning with your head cocked to the side.

He just huffs out a laugh and you get up on your toes to catch his mouth in another kiss while he’s kneading your ass cheeks with both of his hands now. After a moment of your mouths tangled and bodies rubbing against each other, he peels away, breathing heavily.

“Let’s move out of this mess,” he smiles and playfully slaps your butt to get you moving into the direction of his bedroom.

With your naked feet you carefully trudge through the water still all over the kitchen tiles, producing squelching sounds with each of your steps. It’s making you laugh for some reason, your head feels airy and you giggle like a teenager as Jin leads you through the apartment.

Once inside the bedroom, he grabs your hand and spins you around, so you are back in his arms. He walks you towards the bed while placing kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders. When the back of your legs hit the bedframe, you go to plop down on the mattress but Jin stops you by picking you up with his arms under your thighs. He turns around and sits down himself, placing you in his lap in the process.

With your knees on either side of Jin’s legs, you grind down immediately, making Jin groan and fall back. His fingers are pressing into your sides while you roll your hips, gliding over Jin’s now hard cock still confined by his boxers. You giggle again, elated by the fact that he’s already so unraveled too. 

You remember your wet dress in that moment and lift it up and over your head, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Your initial coyness has completely dissipated. Although this is far from a normal situation between you, you feel at ease with Jin. The fact that the horniness is mutual might have played a part in that.

“Fuck,” you hear him breathe out from under you and when you look down, you see that he’s propped up on his elbows, watching. With his eyes darkened by hunger, he comes back up and catches one of your nipples in his mouth. You lift up on your knees to give him better access. His tongue is flicking over your hardened nub and he sucks before releasing your tit with a plop to kiss up your neck again, now gently rolling your nipple between his fingers instead. You bite back a whimper, but apparently you’re not doing a good job as you hear Jin tease you from where he’s attached to you. 

“You’re gonna be all shy now? I'd love the feedback.”

You groan, but as his tongue runs over the skin of your throat and he latches on to mark you with bruises straight after, you erupt into goosebumps and finally let out a high-pitched whine. You are going crazy between the soft and harsh sensations, impatience gradually building up until you can’t take it anymore and you push Jin back down into the mattress.

Before you settle in his lap again, you grind down hard just once, eliciting a low moan, a stark contrast to his airy laugh from just a few minutes ago in the kitchen. Your fingers grip on to the moist fabric of his shirt and you slide it up until his stomach and chest are bare. You could already make out his abs through the white top earlier, but now, out in the open, the sight is making saliva gather in your mouth. With your gaze trained on his skin, your fingers splay across his torso, feeling the taught muscles beneath your touch. Your index finger traces from his abs to the line that’s leading from his side down into his boxers. It’s so fucking hot, you’ve always loved a good v-line and Jin’s is absolutely driving you insane currently.

His breath hitches when you don’t stop at the waistband of his underwear but instead start to peel it off of him while moving from his lap to get down on the ground between his legs. He lifts his hips up to help you pull the clingy fabric down his thighs until his dick slaps up against his stomach. Dear. God. That is the biggest cock you’ve seen in your life. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear Jin chuckle at the sight of you drooling over his dick with your mouth agape.

“Before you ask - no, I don’t need a license for that.” 

He shuts right up though when you wrap your hand around his shaft, not wasting a second. You tug once before letting a big bead of spit drip down on the tip of his dick where it’s mixing with the precum already pooling there. You spread the slick around with your thumb, easing the glide of your palm when you start to slowly pump him. With each flick of your wrist Jin huffs out quiet hisses.

His dick looks so damn delicious between your fingers that you can’t resist leaning in and licking at the head. Jin’s thighs tense up when you suck the tip of his cock into your mouth. You let your tongue swirl through his slit before carefully lowering yourself down on his length. There’s no way you’re getting him all the way in. You get about halfway down his shaft before you feel your gag reflex kick in so you move back up. His hands are gripping the sheets as you bob your head up and down. Just as you’re getting a good rhythm going, his fingers tangle in your hair and he gently peels you off his cock.

You look up at him, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to his dick and he mutters out curse words at the sight.

“Come back up here,” he directs you and takes your hand to help you up the bed. You move to straddle him again, but once you’re on top of him, he grabs your hips and rolls you off his body onto your back.

He is sitting back on his heels next to you, his eyes roaming over your body.

“Beautiful,” he whispers before leaning over you and catches your mouth in a kiss. While his tongue is gliding against yours, he comes up on top of you, one knee between your spread legs and one of his hands finds its way between your thighs. His fingertips are trailing the seams of your panties, just ghosting over the soft skin where your pussy meets your inner thighs. You whine against his lips, you can’t take the teasing touches.

“P-Please,” you stutter.

“Hm?” he hums into another kiss, his fingers still not where you need them.

“Jin, please,” you almost beg. You can’t be arsed to think about how pathetic you sound; your composure has long crumbled to dust by now. “Touch me.” It comes out in nothing but a whisper, but it’s enough for Jin to finally comply.

His fingers press into your clothed pussy, the fabric is pushed in between your folds by the movement. Jin hums when he feels your arousal seeping through it. 

“Did I make you so wet or was it the sink?” he wonders while his fingers rub up and down your labia, feeling the slick that’s soaked through your panties. “You’re dripping.”

He shuffles back to remove your underwear, lifting your legs up to slide them off and discard them on the floor. He places a soft kiss on your calf before lowering your feet back to the mattress. The shirt still bunched up at his chest follows suit as he slips out of it and throws it to the side.

Jin pushes your legs up into a bent position and spreads them with his hands on your knees. He gazes at your exposed pussy with droopy lids and blown pupils. “I want to taste you so bad,” he exhales before his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. “Can I?”

“Yes, please,” you mutter and rest your head on the mattress as he leans in closer to your core. Your hand finds the back of his head while he slips his arms under your legs to pull you towards his face. It sends sparks through your body when his soft lips finally make contact with your pussy. He buries his face in your heat, his nose brushing against your pubic mound as he immediately licks between your folds. His tongue drags from your entrance up to your clit, not quite focusing on it yet though. He’s savoring the taste of your arousal, eating you out as if you were the juiciest fruit he’s ever gotten his mouth on to. He moans into your body while he’s working his tongue. He’s not in a rush to leave his place between your thighs anytime soon it seems. All you can do is gasp each time he makes contact with your clit, as he keeps increasing the pressure before finally giving all his attention to your most sensitive spot. He’s switched to harder flicks now, dragging you close to the edge with each pass.

With one hand in his hair and the other gripping the blanket you’re lying on, the coil in your abdomen finally snaps and your legs press close around his head, trembling. Your voice comes out in a high-pitched shaky moan as your back arches off the bed. Jin doesn’t stop until you basically melt into a puddle under his mouth. He detaches from your pussy just as you start to get overstimulated and moves back up to your face, caging your head in with his arms. He kisses you swiftly, before lifting himself back up.

“See how sweet you taste?” he asks you, looking down at you fondly.

Heat rises up your face and you have to avert your eyes, but you still reach up to stroke his arm next to your head.

Your eyes fall to Jin’s hard cock twitching between your bodies and your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Need you inside me,” you whisper, not quite meeting his gaze.

“Okay,” he breathes against your neck, leaving another trail of kisses down to your tits. He flicks his tongue over both of your nipples before he sits back up on his heels.

One of his hands is caressing your thigh, the other wraps around his cock and strokes a couple times before he reaches for his nightstand and fishes out a condom.

XXL, you can make out on the foil. Well, shouldn’t be a surprise, but it still makes you giggle in excitement. You can’t wait to find out how he feels inside you. Your pussy throbs, just as impatient as you are, so you grab for his leg, trying to urge him to hurry up.

He rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls the rubber over his length before giving it another tug. His eyes are locked on where he lines his cock up with your entrance then and he curses under his breath as he slowly watches it sink into you.

Without any prep, you feel your pussy stretch around him with every inch entering you and you whimper. 

“Hurts?” he asks you when he notices your scrunched up face and halts his movement.

“A little,” you huff. “But in a good way. Keep going.”

Jin nods and you can tell he’s going slower than before, but he keeps pushing into you until he feels the resistance of your cervix and backs up an inch. He stills for a moment, looking into your eyes for any signs of discomfort. He pulls out a little before thrusting back in slowly. It’s a delicious drag against your inner walls as he goes in and out, the feeling eliciting moans from you each time. 

He is biting his lip while watching his cock disappear inside you with every pump until he finally picks up pace and he falls forwards, head lowered now as he grunts synced with his thrusts. 

You lock your hands behind his neck and your legs are wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

It doesn’t take long until his movements start to go a bit choppy and his breathing increases in speed. He sits back up again and places his hand on your lower abdomen. When your own palm follows his to your stomach, your eyes go wide. You can actually feel his cock bulging out from inside you. You press against it, making Jin lose his rhythm for a moment as he huffs out swear words again. You let your hand rest there, stunned by the new sensation. His thumb finds your clit and he rubs in tight circles that immediately make you clench around his cock. You didn’t realize how close to another orgasm you were already until his touch sends bolts of electricity through you.

You meet his thrusts with a lift of your ass, pressing yourself into his hand harder in the process as well. All you can feel is Jin, Jin, Jin. All over you, in you, even protruding from your insides. The room is filled with the nasty sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans and grunts meddled together as he fucks into you. He’s going harder now, but you can tell he’s still trying to be careful. You wish he’d just let go. You could take it, you are sure.

“Gonna come,” he warns you before his hips start to stutter as his head shoots up with his eyes squeezed shut. His mouth hangs open as he releases inside you, every spurt of cum accompanied by loud, broken moans echoing through the room.

You look at him unraveling on top of you and the sight takes you over the edge too. With a gasp your pussy throbs, milking Jin through his own orgasm as you whimper, his thumb still brushing over your clit, dragging out your bliss. You throw your head back, panting, all your limbs tingling and twitching, just as Jin is on top of you, his orgasm slowly ebbing down. He finally collapses, his arms giving out, but he’s careful not to crush you, so he plops down next to you on his side. His chest is heaving as you turn to look at his blissed-out face. You reach out to stroke his cheek softly and he sighs into the touch.

He throws his arm around your middle after pulling off the condom to tie it and put it aside.

“Cuddle?” he asks you with a tired smile. 

“Yeah,” you let yourself melt into his embrace and turn to face him. You feel him go slack against you, sighing happily. Blissful exhaustion starts to wash over you and your eyes slowly blink shut. 

You doze off for a few minutes and when you open your eyes again, you nudge Jin’s shoulder with your forehead.

“Hey,” you wake him up. “We still have to deal with the mess in your kitchen.”

“Way to ruin the mood,” Jin pouts and then suddenly starts chuckling as if he’s just thought of something.

You turn your head up to raise an eyebrow at him before rolling onto your back.

“This is like the plot of the cheesiest porn ever,” he chortles. “Next time I’ll get stuck in the dryer I guess.”

You swat at him, but you can’t deny that he’s absolutely right. And you’d like a next time, you decide for yourself.

“You know what I’m in the mood for?” Jin suddenly asks, ripping you from your thoughts.

“What?” you ask him, smiling up at the ceiling.

“Strawberry matcha.” Jin sighs in content before he leans up on his elbow and looks down at your face. “You have some puree left?”

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[hamsterseokjini]

Things you do that makes Jin blush

A/n: These are just some Jin scenarios I had in the drafts for a while. Hope you enjoy domestic Seokjin.

For other works → Masterlist

SFW version

1. When you wake up before him and keep staring at him until he wakes up. Whenever he finds you staring and you're unable to look away, he gets all shy and blushy because being looked at with such love was not how he planned on starting the day but he has no complaints.

2. When you drop by to give him a surprise when he's with the other members. He'll come and meet you definitely, obviously but his ears would be so red because his girlfriend visited him at work. And if you by chance give him a quick peck on his cheeks in secret before leaving, he'll turn red, tomato red.

3. Bringing him snacks while he's gaming. You won't even say a word but just keep a bowl of fruit or a box of chocolates for him and ruffle his hair before leaving. You'll almost always find him coming back to you later in the night telling you how much he couldn't stop smiling when you stopped by.

4. Talking about something he doesn't know about with full passion. It could be anything, sports, food, wine, universe, books. It doesn't matter. He can listen to you talk all day and just wonder how smart you sound to him when you really could be making stuff up. The reason why it makes him blush is because he can't believe that you're next to him. He's a simp for you.

5. This is almost rare but at times when he's making something for you and you already know the recipe then you'll sit on the kitchen top and tell him the next step. He finds it fascinating that though you claim to be a bad cook, you tend to remember recipes well.

6. Sending him your weird selfies during the day when you're apart. At first he was the only one who did it by showing where a mosquito bit him or that he bumped his head but the first time you did it, he couldn't stop blushing and thinking about you. Turns out, he still reacts the same.

NSFW version

1. Kissing his knees when he's wearing a ripped jeans (you're not weird, you're just laying on his lap when you do that or maybe not...)

2. Bite his earlobe, think it's self explanatory, it gets him going besides you both know that's not where you're stopping so.

3. Kiss his fingers, he thinks they're crooked and he'll tell you every time he realizes it but if you'll kiss it and tell him that you think they reach the right places, his system will shut down. exe.error.

4. Flirting in a low voice. It's mutual but you have the tendency to say the hottest thing in the most nonchalant manner.

"The shirt looks really good on you... But it'll look even better when I take it off tonight."

He knows you're in public, he knows it shouldn't affect him but it does. So much. He'll literally grab you and reach for the car. Socializing can wait.

5. Pinning him anywhere. Bed. Door. Wall. Chair. Floor. It'll turn him red. Whatever the outcome maybe, this is the point where he's sure he's never seen a hotter woman.

6. When you're on your periods and are somehow horny and you kiss him constantly because you've got to vent it out somehow, he understands it but it does something unexplainable to him.

"what's with all the kissing baby? Are my lips that nice?"

"You're too goddamn hot and I'm too horny for you. I need to do something about it or I'll go crazy."

Safe to say he turns red, completely red and ends up kissing all your sexual frustration out of you.

7. If he's flexing his workout and you only praise him further.

"Baby, are you looking at this?" He'll flex his biceps.

You'd smile and touch his bicep and he'll flex it even further but then you'll praise him that he looks good, that his hardwork is paying off, that you've never seen a man with better biceps, and if you go in further detail, he'll lose it.

Worse, if he's flexing and you kiss his bicep. He's done for. No more Mr. Nice. That's the man you just complimented and he'll show you in every other way how much your praise mattered to him.

Sigh. After all he's just a man in love.

[femme11fatale]

gray velvet ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

summary | In an attempt to work on something important, you come home early expecting peace and quiet. Instead, you find your man there, far too distracting in his gym attire to get anything work-related done…  or  Riding Kim Seokjin in those impossibly sexy gray sweats…  pairing | seokjin x f!reader word count | 9.2k elements | seokjin’s gray sweats; that big package; established relationship; cowgirl position; blowjob; oral sex; porn without much plot; 🔞; explicit sexual content  author's note | those damn gray sweats have burnt themselves into my brain istg, so this was born. I wrote this to indulge my own fantasies, I make no apologies −I will take my place in hell! I’m so deep in my ‘Corrupted by Seokjin’ era 🫦 Anyway, I hope you enjoy. As ever, please excuse any errors I may have overlooked. No, really, I am practically going blind from looking at this long ass porn fic fr… 🥹 you should have seen it before I chopped it down! mbts masterlists | ( ❛ p a r t • o n e ❜ ) | ❛ p a r t • t w o ❜ ) ( ❛ bts taglist ❜ ) seokjin masterlists ( ❛ p a r t • o n e ❜ ) | ❛ p a r t • t w o ❜ )

This has got to be some sort of joke, like your stars were playing sick-fuckery games with you. You had left the hectic as hell office with the hope of getting a few hours of peace at home so you could work on some very important client files without constant interruptions. 

The place was supposed to be empty, but as you walk into your apartment, you realize that you were about to become the kind of person whose evening was about to be completely derailed by a man in gray sweats. 

More specifically −your man. Kim Seokjin. Mr. World Wide Handsome himself. 

He’s sitting on the sofa with his phone balanced on one knee, glasses slipping down his nose as he scrolls, absorbing whatever it was with utter concentration. The sliver of pink tongue at the corner of his mouth which peeks out that he tends to do when he is focused stops your thoughts momentarily as you halt in the doorway, already feeling your temperature start to rise. 

It was ridiculous how effortlessly he elevated your pulse with the tiniest, most mundane things. Like looking through a phone in plain gray sweats. That sort of image had no right to cause your entire body’s nerves to feel like they were rewiring manically. But this was Kim Seokjin, and WWH made nothing look basic. 

You groan inwardly with the concession of a woman who knows she’s lost the battle even before it had begun. Seokjin looks up, startled, and sees you standing there gawking, open-mouthed, clutching onto an armful of legal documentation. 

“Oh, hey!” he greets, his handsome face breaking out into a soft smile that takes his attractiveness up about ten levels. “−I didn’t even hear you come in. You’re early.”

And you are not meant to be here. 

Whatever happened to the gym session he said he had planned with the guys? Although, on closer inspection, he looks like he’s already been to one judging by the light sheen of sweat that adorns that beautifully sexy forehead. Yeah, Seokjin even had a sexy forehead, something nobody could have ever convinced you was possible until you had met him six months ago and been floored by the sheer magnitude of his undeniable appeal. 

You swallow. “Uh− yeah. I needed somewhere quiet, so I thought I’d bring some work back and−.”

He jumps up from the couch immediately, stuffing his phone into his pocket which only succeeds in diverting your attention to the fit of his sweats. “I got it, I’m sorry,” he says, giving you that sweet-fawn smile with those unbearably cute, ripe strawberry lips. “I’ll give you some space if you wanna work in here.”

“No−!” you call, a little too quickly and loudly, your throat drying by the second, and your eyes refusing to leave his body, mesmerized by the way the material folds and encompasses every inch of his tall, lean frame as he moves. “I mean, you don’t have to go. Just stay.”

God, you were hooked on this man something crazy. 

Seokjin shoots you a look. “You okay?” he ventures, those perfect eyebrows creasing as he stares at you with concern. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you manage, finally tearing your gaze from him. You move forward to deposit your files on the coffee table and sling your purse onto the nearest sofa with a deep sigh. “What happened to your gym session?”

Seokjin grins mischievously. “I managed to get out of it,” he tells you, his eyes lighting up. “Well, not exactly get out of it −but more like I sort of did some exercise here by myself.”

“Oh?” you say. Seokjin wasn’t the most enthusiastic about working out at the best of times, but he usually always got through it and applied himself with commendable dedication. “−Why didn’t you want to do it with the guys?” 

He looks slightly sheepish, and it’s entirely adorable of course. “I, uh −I wanted to surprise you actually,” he tells you. “I was going to cook something nice for dinner, so I planned to do it before you got back. Only−,” he gestures towards you. “−Obviously you’re here now, so it won’t be too much of a surprise.”

The image of him standing over the stove, rustling up something delicious in those sweats suddenly removes your ability to form words and you swear you can feel saliva accumulating in your mouth ready to dribble over the moment your mouth opens. 

You snap out of it, your brain automatically kicking into gear. “Am I missing something?” you ask, suddenly nervous that you might have missed some important date you should have remembered. “If I have, I’m so sorry, work has been nonstop lately I just haven’t been able to−.”

“No, no,” Seokjin interjects, looking miffed at your confusion. “There’s nothing like that. I just wanted to do something special, that’s all. I know you’ve been working hard lately, so I thought I would…” He tuts softly to himself. “I’m sorry, I should have checked with you first instead of assuming. I know you have a lot to do without me throwing surprise dinners at you.”

God, just when you think that you couldn’t love this man any more than you did, he comes out with something like that. You silently give thanks to whatever powers that be had thrown him into your path, because men like him were meant to be myths. 

Your heart squeezes with so much love you are convinced it would burst if he says another word. You look at him standing there, just looking back at you with those innocent brown eyes so sweetly apologetic, and you feel your heart turning into a puddle of goo that matched the way you felt between your legs. This is all you needed, a full Seokjin onslaught. 

“No, baby,” you say. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I was just worried I had forgotten some special date or anniversary or something.”

A smile replaces his pout, and he walks to you, arms outstretched. You brace yourself for what you know you’re going to feel, just before he envelopes you in his arms, bringing you in to his chest in an embrace. Your eyes close as you rest your head on the firmness of his body, breathing in his unmistakable scent. 

Musk from his soap, the light lingering of sweat on his body, the powdery smell of the laundry detergent, and the faint bars of woodsy cologne that still cling to his skin all combine together to create something irresistible. Something you so clearly identified with Seokjin. He smells like long, luxurious lovemaking over satin sheets, mixed with rough, stretching, aching sex, the kind that had no fixed setting, all rolled into one. 

Your hands curl around his narrow waist, desire beginning to brim higher inside you as you feel the sharp indentation of his hips, knowing if your hands travelled just underneath the hem of his sweatshirt, you would be closer to feeling the satin heat of his bare skin. He was driving you crazy already, unknowingly. How were you going to get any work done now, with this gorgeous specimen right here, just built perfectly to satisfy your rapidly rising lust. 

Seokjin places a kiss on the top of your head, before his hands cup your face and raise it upwards so he can look down into your eyes. “You forgot something,” he says, affection in his voice. “−My kiss.”

Oh God. 

He bends his head down, lips hovering above yours as his long fingers curl around your neck, thumbs stroking your jaw. How could you confess that if you started kissing him, maybe you might never stop. Before you can form another thought, he brings his lips to yours, covering them in a soft, sweetly innocent kiss. 

You hum instinctively, the sensations that come alive in you a mix of pleasure and impatience. The kiss is barely more than a short meeting of mouths, but it feels like he’s kissed you head to toe, long and languorously, and left your body tingling all over, weak for him. You slack in his arms. 

“That’s better,” he says with a sugary smile that attacks your weakened knees. “Things don’t feel right if I don’t get one of those from you.”

You force a smile back, although all you can think about is feeling those deliciously plump, rosy lips of his blaze maddening kisses up your thighs, and that soft, wet mouth pressing between your legs as he laps at your cunt, tongue-fucking you to an earth-shattering climax. 

Your walls clenches, and you can already feel your arousal moistening unstoppably own below. You struggle to form a normal thought, not even when you attempt to think of something so unsexual −like the clients you are meant to be preparing the brief for. 

“Let me go shower,” Seokjin says, breaking your thoughts. “−I’m sure I don’t smell the best.”

That’s bullshit, he smells like… sex. Hot, unbridled, raw sex. The kind you were starting to crave right about now. Instinctively, your fingers curl into his sweatshirt, gathering the inviting material against your fingers. You don’t want him to leave −not just yet. 

“What is it, baby?” he asks tenderly, eyes searching yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Seokjin was an amazing guy, really he was. But there were times when he really could be absolutely clueless, especially when it came to just how much of an effect he could have on someone. In this case, you. He talked a good game with the whole World-Wide Handsome stuff, but behind the façade, he didn’t seem to be fully convinced he was as hot as the world placed him as. 

Which was correct in a way −he’s far hotter than anyone could possibly imagine. You could vouch for that. You don’t know what you did in your past life to have this man keeping your bed warm, but you could pretty much guarantee it had been astronomic. Seriously, like Joan of Arc level possibly. 

“I’m good,” you say, clearing your throat, your lips still dancing with sensation where his kiss had touched. You raise one hand to your mouth, grazing over the spot, and Seokjin watches you curiously. You shoot him a quick smile, removing your hand instantly. “−It’s just work stuff, you know?” 

Seokjin arches those perfect eyebrows at you. “Okay,” he says, although you can tell from his tone that he isn’t convinced. “I’ll go and shower, give you some time to get yourself set up and do what you need to do. Just let me know when you’re ready to eat.” He holds his hands up. “No pressure. Take your time, I’ll wait.”

Then he pulls away from you, the fabric of his sweatshirt slipping through your fingers as he moves back. Your eyes refuse to leave him as he returns to the sofa to plump up the cushions where he was sitting, before he heads towards the door. 

“You should have changed!” you blurt out in your desperation for him not to go. 

He stops, already hallway out of the room, and turns back to you. “What?” he asks incredulously. 

You run your hands through your hair, flustered. “Your workout gear,” you say hurriedly. “You should have changed before you−.” You falter, feeling ridiculous. 

What the hell was the matter with you anyway? You should just focus on the work you had to do, which is why you came back here in the first place. Even Seokjin is making the effort to take your work seriously, and all you can think about is his cock inside you−

“Y/N,” Seokjin says. He takes off his glasses and folds them slowly, setting them down on a nearby shelf. “−You’re being really weird. Why don’t you just tell me what’s up so we can avoid all this weirdness and do whatever we both need to get done. You have work to do, right, and I would love to change out of this outfit −after a shower. So, spill. What is it?”

You take him in, open mouthed, the full deal −head to toe. His movement is fluid, an easy confidence in his stride as he makes his way towards you. His gray hoodie pulls across his broad shoulders before settling again, the sleeves pushed casually up his forearms, bunching beneath his elbow and revealing strong wrists and the faint outline of veins beneath warm honeyed skin. 

Matching bottoms hang comfortably on his narrow hips, the fabric draping over long, lean thighs that somehow make the path before him feel smaller with every step, before falling in a relaxed, straight line down long legs and tapering neatly at his ankles, stopping just above his house slippers. 

It’s the kind of casual look that is usually put together solely for purpose, ordinary −but on him they become anything but. Kim Seokjin didn’t do normal. 

His dark hair is slightly mussed, like he'd run absent-minded fingers through it one too many times, strands falling across his forehead in a way that's effortless rather than styled. Fresh-faced and make-up free, expensive-looking skin still carrying a faint sheen that catches the light along his temples and the side of his neck. Proof of the workout he hasn't yet washed away. 

You feel an appreciative moan rise up and lodge itself in your throat, and you push it down with all the restraint you can conjure up. 

Seokjin looks utterly divine. 

You start to fully appreciate exactly why every time he was photographed in this fit, the internet went crazy for him. you can’t help it as your eyes fall just in the place where the cloth skims over what Seokjin had been blessed with as it forms a soft but prominent rise in the crotch of his sweatpants. You bring your hands behind your back, fingers entwining as if you physically needed to restrain yourself from reaching out to palm over his alluring bulge. 

Warm, bright eyes survey you with quiet amusement the moment they catch yours, as if he hasn’t completely and unknowingly derailed your ability to form a coherent thought. He stops in front of you, one corner of his mouth lifting. "Are you done checking me out?" he asks, hands sliding into his pockets as his eyes hold yours questioningly. “I thought you wanted me to change out of this?”

You swallow guiltily, heat climbing straight to your cheeks. “Why do you persist in wearing that so often?” you ask exasperatedly, the tightness in your voice betraying how flustered you are. “Surely your sponsors have other clothes you can wear.”

For a second, his usual quick wit abandons him, but then he smiles in that quiet, devastating way that never asks for attention and somehow earns all of it. "Should I have worn formalwear to work out?”

"You could've shown some restraint," you mumble under your breath. 

Fucking Alo had a lot to answer for lately. Like the millions of soaking wet panties putting Seokjin in this outfit had brought on −including yours now. You hadn’t really seen him post-workout in these sweats before, only in photos. You should have kept it that way, because now, really, the prospect of doing any work was a million miles away. 

“Restraint?” he echoes, having clearly heard you. “What are you on about?”  

You point at him as if you're presenting evidence in court. "Oh, come on,” you tell him, “Quit acting all innocent. You go on social media."

He blinks, regarding you. “What is the matter with you today?” he asks, his expression growing stern again. “You are really acting strange, Y/N. Just spit it out, whatever it is that’s got you being like this.” 

Your patience snaps, frustration overtaking you. “You’re distracting me!” you blurt out. “You weren’t meant to be here, I was supposed to come back and finish an urgent brief, but now… now you’re here, and I can’t… I can’t fucking concentrate!” 

Seokjin’s eyebrows lift. “I’m distracting you?” he says blankly, clearly thrown by your outburst. “How? I’m literally leaving the room!” 

“By−,” you start, gesturing vaguely in his direction, “−that!”

He follows your hand to himself. "The hoodie?"

You nod defeatedly. "It’s the entire package,” you tell him. 

You can tell Seokjin doesn't have a reply, he just stares, bewildered, before letting out a slow breath. "That was…,” he says, clearing his throat as a dangerous smirk begins to appear, “−Unexpected."

“Show-off,” you mutter under your breath, but your eyes are traitorously on his outfit again, running down his chest. 

Soft gray cotton, a neckline that sits against his defined collarbone as if it was made to be touched, and lean, taut muscle beneath the fabric that drove you wild. How could you not look? Seokjin’s eyes follow yours instantly, not missing a beat, and he looks back at you questioningly. 

“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” you state accusingly. 

He snorts lightly. “Oh yeah?” he says, taking the smallest step forward, inching nearer to you. “−And what exactly is that, hmm?” 

Your breath catches as his eyes lower, slowly travelling downwards, coming to rest on the prominent rise and fall of your chest. You watch as his expression changes, something registering in his face that sends your pulse skyrocketing. 

“You know what,” you say, your voice strained in the silence as you feel yourself weakening at the sight in front of you. 

Seokjin edges nearer yet. “No, really I don’t,” he says, his eyes fixed on you so intently that you don’t have any ability to hide the tiniest reaction from him. “So why don’t you just tell me what exactly I’m doing to distract you.”

“You’re not helping,” you whisper. 

Why did he have to be so incredibly attractive, so much so that it gave you no chance of a grateful retreat to safety. Away from those plush lips that threatened to wreak havoc on your body with the slightest movement, and those skilled, long fingers that worked you head to toe so expertly, and that body that lay beneath the material of those flattering sweats that you longed to feel pressing against you so sinfully. 

Something in your expression must have given you away because you feel Seokjin’s hand settle at your waist and you still with a small gasp. He’s so tall you have to look up, your heart already hammering in expectation, knees feeling like they couldn’t hold up your body much longer. His eyes pass over your face leisurely, making your skin feel aware of itself and you feel yourself tremble in his arms. 

“Hm,” he murmurs, a flicker of amused satisfaction crossing his expression. “−You’re shaking.”

Seokjin draws you in closer into his space, close enough that the warmth radiating through his clothes feels like it’s settling into your bloodstream, refusing to leave. His fingers flex at your side, barely a stroke, almost absentmindedly, a graze of nothing −yet you feel it everywhere. 

“What is it, baby?” he coaxes gently, his voice deeper, coating you like sweet, rich honey. “Talk to me.”

That does it. Your restraint doesn’t break so much as slip. Your hands come up to catch the front of his sweatshirt before you fully register moving, finding purchase against his chest, the fabric beneath your fingertips soft and maddeningly domestic for something that feels this charged.

His breath changes, and so does yours. “This−” you whisper, almost challenging. “When you do this.”

A faint smile brushes his mouth as he closes his hands behind you at the small of your back. “I think,” he says quietly, “That you like it when I do this.”

Heat floods your face at how easily he says it, how he studies you, watching how you react without looking away, and your breath catches hard. That would be an understatement if ever there was one. You didn’t just like it, you craved it like the air you breathed. The way he touched you, from the tiniest contact to the most intimate invasion, set you alight in ways you had never realized was possible before him. 

Seokjin’s hands slide back to your waist, hovering where your blouse meets your skirt, no ambiguity left. “Am I right?” he asks huskily, but you can see it isn’t really a question. He already knows the answer. 

You stare back at him and see the victory in his eyes. 

From how he’s angled your body to his, you suddenly become aware of the press of something at your stomach. You give a faint, longing whimper. He’s hard, cock pressing through his sweatpants, straining and vying for your attention. Heaven help you. 

Seokjin cups your face with one hand, thumb at your chin, stroking upwards until it reaches your bottom lip. Your parted mouth searches for his digit, your tongue seeking the tip as it enters your mouth, sliding wetly around before enclosing it with your lips, sucking slowly. 

You hear him moan lightly, his eyes darker than before now. God, you want him. Right here, in these sweats, looking like this, you want him inside you. You didn’t care how or where, so long as something of his was in you. Your eyes semi-close, lids heavy with desire as he removes his thumb from your mouth and kisses you. 

The touch of his lips on yours sends your body careering into overdrive, the lust that consumes you spreading fast and wide until there isn’t one inch of you that doesn’t need him like a drug. Your mouth opens beneath his, allowing his tongue to push and slide against yours in a searching, teasing dance, his smooth plump lips caressing and rubbing over yours as your breath breaks against his kiss, ever aware of the hardness of his erection that continues to remind you of its presence jutting against your body. 

You cling to him like a lifeline, crazed with want, your unashamed moans swallowed by Seokjin’s wet, hot mouth. Slowly, you both start to move towards the couch, still engrossed in kissing. Seokjin goes down first, pulling you on top of him as he reaches up to pull out your hairclip, freeing your hair which goes cascading down and over him. He buries his hands into it, tugging softly, kissing intensifying as he gives a low, throaty growl that you feel all the way to your core. 

He pushes your hair back, smiling at you. “So−,” he begins softly, hips rolling gently against you, “—This is what you’re after.”

You look down at him, all flushed, swollen, kiss-stung deep pink lips, dark and hungry eyes on a face that gleams with a thin layer of sweat over his light caramel-tone skin. He is absolutely delectable, sinfully and achingly heavenly. So much so that immediately you reclaim his mouth with a needy kiss, wanting to feel their sweet plushness under yours. His eyes widen in surprise for a second before fluttering closed, kissing you back with depth and urgency. 

You need more as his huge boner presses up at your stomach, digging into you. You place your hands at Seokjin’s shoulders and push back, easing yourself away slightly, biting at your lip mischievously. He looks at you, his breath coming faster, already in anticipation of what might come when your hand trawls down his chest and down to the hem of his sweatshirt. Hooking your fingers beneath it, you reach under the material and encounter the heat of his skin, his washboard abs tensing beneath your touch. 

“Oh God!” you breathe, your arousal heavy, your inner walls already clenching. 

You look down at the protruding bulge that is situated less than an inch from your roving hands, and slowly begin to come down, splaying over Seokjin’s stomach, moving lower until you make connection. You gasp, your mouth watering as you palm over his huge, clothed cock. These fucking sweats would be the death of you. Nobody should look this good in gray fucking sweats. 

“Damn you!” you groan brokenly, “Couldn’t you just wear something else?” 

He moans softly, lifting his hands, one he tucks behind his head as he peers down at you, and the other stretches towards you, easing your hair behind your ear. “Sponsorship, baby,” he drawls lazily. “I’m under contract.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you murmur distractedly, your hand passing over his cock again. 

He hisses inwardly, catching your hand. “Don’t−,” he warns, his sudden authoritativeness turning you on. “Not unless you’re going to do something. You said you have work, right? I’m not clean, I have to shower.”

You shoot him a look, letting the tip of your tongue run over your lip. “Work can wait,” you state, your brain doing a complete one-eighty to deviate from its early mindset. “—And I like the way you look right now,” you tell him, eyes running pointedly down his fit. “Exactly like this.”

It takes him a second for his mind to finally comprehend the appeal, and he blinks in surprise. “You too?” he muses. “Seriously?”

“Mmhmm,” you confirm. “I don’t believe you don’t know just what you’re doing to everyone in these clothes.”

“They’re sweatpants!” Seokjin says exasperatedly, letting out an awkward scoff of laughter. “I mean, I know I’m handsome but come on!”

You shake your head. “Nice try, but I still don’t believe you,” you say resolutely. “Now, let go of my hand.” 

You pull yourself free determinedly, and Seokjin huffs gently, watching as you drop down and position yourself between his thighs which spread slightly to accommodate you. He stretches out, his long, lean body sprawling out over the couch. His sweatshirt rises, revealing his wonderfully defined abs and a lightly sweat-sheened stomach, the neat divot of his navel and clean lines that lead invitingly towards his pelvis and to the huge bulge tenting in his pants. 

You take him in greedily, fascinated momentarily by the way his stomach rises and falls in time with his quickened breathing. Did he really not know the danger of his own allure? His stomach was a work of art designed to bring women to their knees; you couldn’t get enough of it. Toned and inviting, you wanted to place sucking kisses across every inch of his beautiful honey skin. 

Seokjin watches as your hands move, fingers lingering at the waistband of his pants, your eyes finding his, full of unabashed desire as you start to tug down both the pants and his underwear. There’s something so exciting about stripping away these sweats from him to uncover what lay beneath, and your heartbeat quickens, skin flushing with want under his gaze. 

You ease the material carefully over the engorged head of his cock and watch in delight and raw want as his erection springs free, flush and dusky rose against his abdomen, the wide, spongy tip glistening with the first slick shine of precum. 

What a sight he is. Weighty and thick, saliva fills your mouth at what you see. You can barely contain your own arousal as you slide the garments down over his thighs until they rest just above his knees, giving you full exposure, the scent of his soap and sweat and masculinity mixing together in an irresistible cocktail that intoxicates you. 

Slowly, your head dips, moving towards his twitching cock. You need a moment to take it all in with appreciation. He’s so damn huge, so long and girthy, veined and tempting. A shiver of delight dances up your spine as you look up through your lashes to see Seokjin swallow with heated anticipation, the bob of his Adam’s apple only furthering your thirst for him. 

You’re so weak, so gone, so ready for him as you place your hands at the tops of his firm thighs, your mouth descending towards his shaft. You lick at your lips again, before the tip of your tongue connects with the slit of his cockhead, sliding across the line and tasting the first salty tang of his arousal. 

“Fuck!” Seokjin rasps tautly, body tensing as he raises his head a little further to get a better view of you. 

You swallow down what lingers on your tongue, the smallest hint of a smile playing at your lips as you hold eye contact with him. If he was going to be this seductive that it distracted you from work, then he was going to have to pay the price. You repeat the gesture once more, extracting yet another strained curse from Seokjin, accompanied this time by a groan. 

You take his head between your lips, pushing down your mouth over the velvety flesh, tongue flicking over his slit to take in more of his precum. You’re already in awe of his size, just as you always were, and even though only the tip of his cock is in your mouth, you can feel the stretch of your lips around it. His hips buck up involuntarily, wanting to be inside more, already addicted to your wet heat. 

He reaches down to bury a hand into your hair, guiding your head further down, impatient to speed up your unhurried start. You oblige, eager to pleasure him, hungry to taste more of his beautiful, big cock. You push forward, letting his massive length fill your mouth until the head hits the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex. The stretch is intense. Seokjin moans, fingers digging in against your scalp to keep your mouth around him. 

The tip of your nose presses against the soft skin of his abdomen, fighting to breathe as you inhale his scent, the situation so erotically charged that your arousal feels like it’s going to send you crazy. You force back the urge to gag, tears springing to your eyes as you swallow down your excess saliva before your lips clamp determinedly over his cock. You bring your hand up to curl around his thick base, so his entire shaft is encased by you. 

“Fuck, Y/N! Seokjin growls, relaxing his hand in your hair a fraction, enough that you can pull back, your lips sliding smoothly back up his erection, tongue lapping around his full girth. “You take me so—”

He’s stopped short, words fading into a sharp hiss as you cup his balls gently with careful fingers. You steal another glance upwards, where the view that greets you is exquisite. Seokjin’s eyes are trained in your direction but are closed, long dark lashes fluttering at the tops of his cheeks. His plump lips are parted open in a series of ragged pants and curses, hair falling disobediently messily as damp strands lick at the corners of his forehead. 

Oh, Kim Seokjin was world-wide handsome for sure. 

He leans back with a sigh as you squeeze gently at him, the long column of his throat bared, carrying the glowing sheen of sweat over his perfectly smooth skin. You caress the heavy sacks slowly, your mouth working at his cock languidly, stretching out every suck, every lick, every taste of him. Wanting him to want as badly as you do. 

You let your teeth graze along the underside of his shaft, and his eyes fly open, a mixture of fear and thrill in his dark irises. You smile up at him innocently, flicking out your tongue to collect yet more of his oozing precum into your mouth, before you make such a scene of swallowing it that your performance would be worthy of a porn award. 

It’s a direct hit. Seokjin winces, his expression showing you in no uncertain terms just how much he wants you. He’s practically fucking you with his eyes, pleading with you to take him, let him cum for you. You can feel how wet you are, panties soaked, your body crying out to sit astride him and let in every inch of that magnificent cock into you and ride him until you milk him for every drop. You wanted to know how it felt to have him fuck you whilst wearing those flattering sweats −you had to. 

The thought spurs you on and you suck harder at his cock, hearing yourself moan, your hands stroking him simultaneously as you feel him harden further, engorged and full enough to burst. The humming sound of your moan vibrates through his shaft, and he calls your name as if in a trance. With immense concentration, you break into a rhythm, your head bobbing up and down, fingers massaging at his balls, hand tightening at his base to stroke him. You know you’re pushing him hard from the salacious sounds he is producing and the sheer level of broken, frenzied cursing that accompanies it. 

“Y/N−,” he calls tautly, head snapping forward to look down at you, watching as you work him, fucking him with your mouth. “I’m close, baby. It feels so good… don’t stop−.”

You meet his eyes, opting to let him inside you even deeper so that every time your head goes forward to meet the slight rut of his hips, the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, edging him at your own pace. Seokjin’s eyes roll up in his head as the pleasure engulfs him, fingers gripping at the hem of his sweatshirt in desperation, hips jolting, his cock twitching against your lips as a fresh load of precum seeps out across your tongue. 

Feeling him tense up, you know he’s close again, so you pull back without warning, his cock slipping out of the grip of your mouth with a distinct pop. He groans like a man in pain, anguish in his eyes as he stares down at you questioningly. “No, baby−,” he whines, biting at his lip and pouting, “Why did you stop? I was so close.”

His duality was really something. 

You place a soft kiss at the tip of his still raging erection, which from the way Seokjin’s body judders involuntarily is super sensitive from your ministrations. With the lightest of touches, you stroke him a couple of times, keeping eye contact. He bucks up into your hand, chasing more friction, wanting to have the finish your touch had been promising. 

But it was too soon. As much as you wanted him, you wanted to play with him a little before you took him on the home strait. 

“Not just yet,” you coo. 

Seokjin’s eyes narrow animalistically, his expression stern and predatory. As if you didn’t know he could have you on your back in seconds if he wanted, pinned down under his weight, cock pressing at your opening as he kisses into you like a man possessed. 

“Y/N,” he breathes raggedly, eyes flashing dangerously. “You’ll be sorry if you don’t finish what you started.”

You love when Seokjin sounds masterful, it never failed to arouse you. This time was no different, and desire pools low in your stomach, building with pressure, waiting like a dam to explode. Your cunt aches for him, the emptiness you long for him to fill prevalent between your legs. 

You hum appreciatively against his cock, the vibrations driving him wild. “Is that right?” you ask teasingly. 

Your mouth hovers by his straining cock, millimeters away from the heat of his skin, tantalizing and torturous. Seokjin looks down at you, and you smirk back, running your fingertip over his wet slit, eliciting another deep groan from him. He looks wrecked for you, his breathing erratic, pupils blown and desperation in his glassy eyes. 

“You want−.” 

You don’t get to finish your sentence because in an instant, you feel Seokjin’s hand around the back of your neck and your mouth fills with his cock. You find yourself compliant as your jaws obediently open, tongue out flat as you allow him inside fully, once more hitting the back of your throat. The way he fucks into you has your body yearning like crazy for him, your cunt fluttering and constricting, need constantly building. Your moans increase as his relentless thrusts continue and you hear him grunt determinedly. 

The salty tang of his precum was in every part of your mouth now, flooding into your senses as your mouth is overrun with saliva which leaks around his cock as swallowing becomes harder. 

“That’s right, baby,” Seokjin sighs roughly, voice edged with barely held restraint as he quickens up, fisting into your hair roughly. “−Take it all.” 

Your eyes close, concentration setting at your brows as you continue to fight the urge to choke on the sheer size of his cock. Your hand comes up to assist, wrapping around his thick base to alleviate some of the ache in your jaw, and he groans salaciously as he looks down at you. What a sight it must be, his sweatpants around his ankles, his hardness all the way in your mouth, lips stretched to capacity around it as your hand wrapped around the base, tears spilling from beneath the corners of your lashes as you pleasure him repeatedly. 

His arousal stiffens between your lips yet more, swelling more, growing more rigid and impatient with each swirl of your tongue, each swipe over his flowing slit, thirsting for the taste of him with every motion. The sounds he is making are in turn rising your pleasure to an unimaginable point, your clit throbbing as you hear his shuddering, soft breaths. You ache to be touched as your arousal soaks through your panties. You start to feel the compelling need for some relief of your own, and slowly you edge your other hand down and under your skirt, searching for the apex of your thighs and your needy, wet cunt. 

But Seokjin is quick to notice and clearly has other ideas because he quickly catches your hand, lifting it away from yourself with a gentle, chiding tut. “No, baby—” he hums, his tone composed even if breathless. “This is what you were after, wasn’t it, hm?”

His cock slides out of your mouth with a soft pop, glistening with your saliva and his precum, as your eyes open to look up at him pleadingly. He looks even more beautiful now. Like some ethereal angel with sweet, berry lips and teasing eyes that stare back at you, dark with desire. And just like that he’s back in control. 

“Seokjin, please,” you murmur, relinquishing your power fast, hearing the crack in your voice as you abandon any sense of pride in favor of wanting him so fucking bad. “I need you.”

He tilts your face up with the crook of his finger, his cock jutting alluringly mere inches from your mouth. “I know, baby,” he smirks. “You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” 

You nod, your own desperation heightened. Those fucking grey sweats, they would be ruination of you. You take him in, all broad shoulders, fuck me eyes, bee-stung lips and ride-me cock. Kim Seokjin could fuck you six ways from Sunday anytime he wanted, and you would let him with a smile on your face. 

“Come here,” he commands, one hand wrapping around the base of his thick, hard cock. He strokes it a couple of times, eyes on you, knowing how weak you were for seeing him touch himself. He pats his thigh with his other hand, gesturing with his head for you to climb astride. “Take off your panties and come and get what you wanted.”

You don’t need asking twice. 

In the blink of an eye, you slide down your underwear and hitch up your skirt. You straddle him, arms curling around those beautiful broad shoulders, fingers finding the soft strands of hair at his nape. He cups your ass, raising you up slightly, the head of his cock touching your wet cunt and eliciting an excited whine from you. 

You reach out to push his hair away from his forehead, watching as it falls back into place in that boyishly untidy way that makes you yearn more for him. As your fingers continue to stroke down his face slowly, his eyes never leave yours, heavy-lidded with desire and darkening just like an approaching night. He’s so aroused, face flushed, breathing quick, colour tinging his cheeks and his skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat. 

You lean forward and steal a soft kiss from his beautifully swollen, plush pink lips. “I want you,” you whisper, your mouth hovering against his, lips just touching his teasingly, the tip of your nose nudging at his. 

Your hips circle around his crotch, applying pressure as you rock on his lap in a steady rhythm. You’re soaked, you know it, and he’s hard as hell, his cock straining dangerously towards you. You moan gently when you hear the primal, guttural sound that escapes him as you slide your wetness against him.

Your head dips into his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin as you press kisses at the vein that protrudes at the side. “Jin—,” you murmur needily just by his ear. 

Seokjin unravels entirely, and before you can even register what is happening, he reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock with an urgent hiss. He strokes himself a couple of times before cupping your ass and hurriedly lifting you away from him for a second. 

When he brings you down again, you feel the head of his cock push against your folds. “I need to be inside you,” Seokjin says hotly. “Now!”

His words thrill you as you reach down to guide him to your opening, sliding his cockhead between your wet lips back and forth before you position him at your soaked, fluttering hole. Slowly you start to ease yourself down as he brackets your hips, lowering you onto his erection.  

“Fuck—” you whisper fervently, already feeling the way his cock had started to stretch your insides. He’s so big that your body tenses for a second, but he perseveres, each inch edging into you torturously slowly. 

“Take it,” Seokjin coaxes, kissing at your mouth heatedly. “Take it all.”

“Mm… oh God,” you murmur weakly as you push down further, voice taut with arousal. You bury your face into his neck, inhaling the masculine scent of his skin, your cheek nuzzling at the soft material of the collar of his sweatshirt. “You make me feel so full!”

His fingers grip into your ass, applying more pressure as he grinds into you deeper. “Yeah?” he whispers hotly by your ear. “You like that?” You moan in response as he nicks at your skin with his teeth. “That’s my girl,” he coos. “Take what you need, baby. I want to feel you cum for me.”

Need fills your core, rushing you forward as you bear down onto his engorged, delicious cock. Pain mixes with pleasure as he fills you, taking every inch of you bit by bit in a commanding invasion. You throw your head back, lust burning every part of you unquenchably as you take in the exquisite sensation of stretching tightness holding him inside you. There’s such a thrill in knowing a part of him was inside you so deep in your most intimate part. 

“Seokjin!” you breathe, fingers digging into his back through his sweatshirt. 

“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs hotly. “—You’re so tight. So good.”

You tremble at his words. Had you felt like you could allocate more time to this encounter, you would have pulled it off him, but such was your need all you wanted was him inside you. If the damn sweatshirt stayed on, so be it. As long as his cock was inside you. 

His lips claim yours just as you take the final inch, his entire cock sheathed by your walls, hard and swollen, a weapon waiting to be unleashed inside you. You moan into his mouth as your body gets used to the feel of his cock, walls holding him in place as he pulls you closer to him. Your breasts rest flush against his chest, feeling the heat of his body through your clothes. 

“Feel good?” he whispers, biting at your lips. 

“Mm,” you hum, lost in your own pleasure as you begin to rock your hips against him softly. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, hands at your waist, steering you, guiding your motions in a slow rhythm. “Can you feel me?”

“Yes!” you cry as your walls grip at his length tightly, searching for the pleasure he gives you in that sweet spot within you. 

You bite at his shoulder as he bucks up unexpectedly hard with a sharp, quick thrusting rut. It feels so fucking good, this man’s cock should be illegal. 

“Do you want to cum on my cock?” he says, plush lips at the hollow of your throat. “You want to be a slut for me? Wanting me this bad, hm?”

One of his hands makes its way between you, fingers locating your throbbing bud where he strokes at it gently in quick circular motions that make you dizzy with want. “Seokjin!” you can’t help but cry out, hands digging into his hair, tugging at his scalp. 

“Yes, baby,” he replies heatedly, sucking at your neck now, hard enough you know the bruise will be prominent. He looks back at you with feigned innocent chocolate eyes darkened with desire, “—You want something?” 

You don’t care. You want him to devour you. You can’t focus on a single thought as your cunt flutters and pulses hungrily around his engorged length. He fucks into you harder, quickening the pace, knowing exactly how to hit it right. The head of his cock meets your cervix, rubbing with maddening friction at your pleasure point with accuracy and purpose. 

You hear Seokjin’s breathing grow more ragged as you intensify your own movements, riding his cock in matching rhythm. You can feel your pleasure mounting, the pressure intensifying within, the taut thread on its way to snapping as you feel yourself being speared repeatedly on his erection. The feeling is deliciously exquisite and so fucking hot you can’t imagine anyone could ever arouse you more than Seokjin does. 

You wanted him forever. You wanted him to be the one you married. You wanted his cock to be the only one you ever let inside you for all eternity. He was everything to you, and he had ruined you beyond repair for everyone else.  

“Jin!” you moan again, “You feel so good inside me…” You sound inebriated on the pleasure he was giving you, your walls gripping him harder, squeezing against the heated, hard flesh inside you. “God, Jin— I want you.”

His lips capture yours, wet and warm, tongue engaging with yours as his thumb continues to apply pressure on your clit. You moan into his mouth, utterly delirious, uncaring how needy you were. The pleasure is so good that you bite at his plump bottom lip with a sharp cry. You hear Seokjin groan, his cock twitching inside you as he thrusts upwards with a little more force. 

“Careful, baby,” he warns breathlessly against your mouth in-between kisses, “You’re going to drive me wild.”

The sensations of his demanding cock and his delicious warning are overwhelming, his cock embedded all the way inside you, hitting at your cervix to deliver intense waves of rising ecstasy with every single one. You lift a hand to his face, fingers drawn towards his swollen lips, and you stroke your thumb across his mouth. 

How could somebody be so perfectly beautiful? Nobody even came close. Your hips circle slower for a moment as you take in the sight of him, enjoying the feeling of his thick length snugly inside you. 

“Don’t stop, baby,” Seokjin murmurs, hands finding your breasts over your blouse, palming over them, his fingers climbing up to find the buttons and undoing one quickly. “I won’t be responsible for my actions if you do.”

He gives you a deep thrust upwards, one you swear you can feel all the way up in your chest and you cry out his name, yanking at his sweatshirt, fisting the material as you hold onto him, leaning back so he can finish opening the remainder of your buttons and ease your blouse apart. Impatiently he pulls down your bra, groaning at the sight of your exposed breasts, nipples protruding against the cool air, inviting his mouth down onto them. 

It’s all him in control now, as you sit speared on his huge, thick cock, completely at his mercy as he pulls one breast into the heat of his wet, hungry mouth and begins to suck at you. You push down with your hips, one hand reaching up around the back of his head to press it against your chest, always seeking more. 

“Jin,” you whimper, the lashings of pleasure that are being delivered all over your body, outside and inside, taking hold of you and bending you to his will. 

“You want this?” he hums, teeth catching your nipple between them and giving you a gentle tug. “Like that?”

“Please, baby—”

He looks at you, his eyes tempestuously dark, past the point of return as he watches you writhe on his lap impatiently. He takes your hands in his, fingers entwining with yours as he holds your gaze. “Ride me,” he commands. “You want it? You take what you need baby.”

You don’t need asking a second time. You lift yourself up slowly from his cock until he’s almost wholly out of you, but you don’t let him pull out fully. You look down at him, seeing the glaze of his eyes as he stares up at you, the light sheen of sweat that adorns his honey skin, the sweet part of his plush swollen lips from which the softest, most salacious breaths escape. He’s so fucking pretty. So utterly, devastatingly alluring. 

“Jin,” you whisper, and in the same breath, you slide yourself back down onto him with urgency, the wetness of your cunt making the motion relatively effortless as your walls squeeze around him. 

Seokjin groans loudly as you come down flush onto his lap, his fingers gripping yours tightly. You don’t wait as you repeat the same move, your hips beginning to circle around him as you do it again, and then again, quickening with each drop. He’s so stiff inside you as you ride him, your heat holding him deliciously as you chase your nearing climax. Harder and faster you go, spearing yourself onto him repeatedly, your hands leaving his to grasp at his broad shoulders. 

He cups your breasts, weighing them in his palms appreciatively as he watches them bounce with your movements, so aroused now he can barely think straight. He doesn’t even notice when your nails dig into his back, doesn’t care that even through the fabric you would leave marks on his skin.

He brings one hand between you, thumbing over your glistening clit that shines with slick. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “You’re perfect.”

His praise buoys you and you quicken a little more, feeling that tight coil within you start to wind tauter, knowing the snap would come sooner rather than later. You can feel the head of his cock slam against your cervix, right at your sweet spot, over and over. You’ve never felt anything quite like it, your mind obsessing with the exquisite way he fills you so satisfyingly. Better than any vibrator. 

And then he’s kissing you, his wet, hot tongue sliding against yours, probing into your mouth as his hands bracket your hips to assist. You kiss him back wildly, shamelessly moaning now, the pleasure growing inside you. You feel consumed and invaded by him, he’s everything. All you see, all you feel, all you want and all you would ever want. You concentrate on the way he stretches you, occupying every single inch of your most intimate part, feeling as if he had impaled himself so deep into you that he was in your stomach. 

Your eyes open only briefly, just to see him. Your beautiful man, desperately holding on for you, knowing he was hanging on to every shred of restraint he had as you hover on the brink. He bites at your lip hard, his tongue flicking across the spot to soothe you and you yelp, the pain and pleasure together a heady mix that has you lingering on the last few seconds of the edge. 

“Oh God,” you whine, feeling him thrust upwards to meet you as you bear down on him, his cock driving into you just right as his thumb applies just the correct amount of pleasure onto your sensitive bud. “—Jin! Fu—”

“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Let it go for me.”

You can feel every single inch of him inside you, tearing you apart with his huge cock, and you love it. Your body tenses on the final approach as one more time you lift up and sink down onto him. 

It’s over, and all you can manage to whisper is his name as you shatter spectacularly around him. The slick of your arousal pools out over him and out, running down over his thighs and over his cock in a heated mess. His gray sweats weren’t going to survive this encounter scot-free. 

“That’s my girl,” Seokjin breathes as he continues to fuck you through your climax. “You feel so fucking good.”

It isn’t long before you feel him harden inside you momentarily, before his cock twitches and pulses against your still convulsing walls, ropes of hot liquid spurting out into you as he finishes with a series of salacious grunts. You love watching him finish, seeing that rapture caught on his face when he finally lets go, bringing your barely recovered body back to life again. 

When you are both eventually done, your body slackens against his, his head buried against your chest as you stroke his hair. You love the feel of him like this, so soft yet strong, his breathing slowly returning to normal as he holds you against him as if he never wants to let you go. 

You place a kiss at the top of his head. “Jin,” you call gently. 

He looks up with a slow smile. You will never tire of how beautiful he is, you could look at him for a million lifetimes and never get bored. His cock is still inside you, still not completely softened yet, and you wish you could keep him inside you forever. 

“Hmm?” he says lazily, his expression sated and sweet. “What’s up, baby?”

“I think I’ve messed up your sweats,” you tell him, biting at your lip.  

He chuckles. “That was your real intention all along, wasn’t it?” he teases. “You took issue with my outfit the moment you came back.”

You nudge him playfully. “As much as I would love to take credit for that, this” —you gesture between you both— “wasn’t exactly in my plans.”

He steals a kiss from your lips with a smile. “This was definitely better,” he tells you. “Fuck the sweats.”

You kiss him back, arms winding around his neck. “Yeah, fuck—” You stop, suddenly feeling movement inside you, and realize that he’s stirring again. You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. “No way!” you exclaim. “You can’t be—"

Seokjin smirks knowingly. “Oh, I can, baby,” he hums, hands sliding up your thighs. “You owe me.”

“What?” you say incredulously. “What on earth for?”

He grins. “New sweats, baby,” he says, before his lips claim yours. 

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[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

(Run BTS 2.0) BTS's TRIP EP.1: BTS's Room Assignment Saga a mama duck and her six ducklings exploring a new pond

[freakybts]

18+

imagine yoongi slipping into bed after a concert, still riding that post-show adrenaline, body tired but wired, hair messy and skin warm from the stage lights.

imagine you’re already fast asleep, curled up on your side. he slides in behind you without a word, pressing his chest flush to your back and wrapping a strong arm around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

imagine his hips starting to move slow, grinding his growing bulge against your ass. the steady pressure stirring you awake, groggy and sleepy, eyelids barely lifting.

imagine him whispering low and raspy in your ear, lips brushing your skin, “shh, just relax, baby.”

imagine his hand slipping down, tugging your bottoms and panties down your thighs just enough. his cool fingers finding your pussy, caressing gently, circling your clit and dipping inside until you’re slick and wet, your breath catching in sleepy little whimpers.

imagine him pushing his pants down, freeing his cock, and rubbing the thick head along your folds, teasing and coating himself in your wetness. you squirming back against him, soft needy sounds slipping out as sleep still clouds your mind.

imagine yoongi lining up and slowly pushing inside you, stretching you deep in one smooth glide. “fuck…” he moans quietly against your neck, hips rocking in that lazy, deep rhythm, savoring every inch.

imagine you’re all fucked up from sleep and the feel of his cock, eyes half-closed, a little drool at the corner of your mouth as pleasure builds in hazy waves. him fucking you slow and steady, one hand gripping your hip, low groans vibrating in your ear with every thrust.

imagine you both cumming in quiet, shuddering waves, bodies trembling. him staying buried deep inside you, arm still wrapped tight around your waist, and you both drifting back to sleep like that, warm and close.

imagine…

[yourfavtangerine]

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.

And you couldn't wait.

[aphellion]

bangtantv —arirang in tokyo