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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A/N: Thank you so much for reading :] Please consider reblogging or commenting if you enjoyed, or if you're shy, feel free to send us an anonymous ask! <3
A/n: These are just some Jin scenarios I had in the drafts for a while. Hope you enjoy domestic Seokjin.
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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.
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.
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.
