jealousy on closed doors
“you're my wife, not his wife.”
contains: 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, established relationship (husband & wife), possessive!jin, jealousy, raw/unprotected sex, tint of supportive friends yoongi and jimin (i feel bad for them here honestly), breeding sex, fingering under the table, degradation (whore, slut, etc.), semi-public sex, missionary, choking, aftercare (obviously)
author's note
this is basically my first time publishing my works, so i might post some more in the future. i haven't been entirely confident on posting them publicly because.. well, i'm not a professional writer- but i'm a loser who is down bad for my daddy, seokjin and he needs more luv. <3 this idea of mine have been sitting for days on my head, this may or may not be based off an experience so i decided to write it down (finally.) also, i have a public playlist created for this, feel free to check this out. do send me asks or anything about jin x3c i love reading them. anyway, i hope you enjoy my first public work. xoxo
Your phone buzzed on the counter.
The gentle warm light by your dresser casted a soft glow over your bedroom, mingling with the scent of jasmine candles you lit up hours ago. You sit quietly on your swivel chair, bathroom robe on and hands occupied by smothering your face with some blush and powder.
Too preoccupied getting your face ready you didn’t notice your phone vibrated and the screen lit up once, then twice.
You sat there trying to get your eyeliner right until your phone vibrated again, then it rang.
You answered it without even glancing at the caller ID.
“Hello?”
The voice was rather different from what you were expecting, It sounded masculine, huskier, lower.
It wasn’t Jin.
“This is Yoongi.”
You paused. Yoongi, he called you.
“Yoongi? Hello, oh.. I’m still getting ready.” Midway, you try to form words.
“Sorry. But, I’m sure Seokjin already told you I’ll be picking you up instead of him?”
Huh? Why would Yoongi pick you up?
And when did Seokjin ever tell you that?
You sat there confused and quiet for a while, backtracking every moment and interaction you had with Seokjin, but none rang a bell.
“What do you mean? He never told me anything about you picking me up.”
Seokjin promised you earlier in the afternoon that he would leave work early to pick you up and that both of you would be going to the dinner planned by one of his friends weeks before together, stating that it was a dinner before his friends leave the country for work business, That's probably why you expected a call from Jin rather than Yoongi.
“Well he said he’ll be texting you. Jin said something like an unexpected meeting or something and he’ll arrive quite late than us so he asked me to come pick you up instead.” Hearing Yoongi’s line, noises of the car moving audibly in the background and his low R&B music playing in the stereo, you were already thinking he was on his way to you.
You chewed your bottom lip and breathed slowly. Yet, you maintained a positive response to him while you mask your growing disappointment. You had something for Seokjin, you planned this just earlier when Seokjin left for work, a little something that only he can see.
You bought it days ago when you went shopping with yourself and he didn’t know, and it was solely for this event.
A matching black lingerie set.
Shedding the robe to slip into a fitted dress that hugged your curves, the fabric whispering against your bare skin and stirring a mix of irritation and reluctant anticipation. You don’t want to look selfish, not in front of his closest friend. You wanted to be an understanding wife.
“It’s alright, we’ll meet there anyway. Are you on the way?”
You can hear Yoongi breathe through the phone, “Almost there to you, just driving a few streets more.”
You smile at him then say your goodbyes before ending the call.
Before you could stand up and check yourself in the mirror one last time, you took a glimpse of unread messages from your phone, coming from Seokjin.
Jagi, work is pretty rough tonight so I won’t be able to come pick you up. I know it’s sudden but the company had sudden changes regarding the other department’s favors. I asked Yoongi a favor to come pick you instead of me so you won’t need to book a ride and go there alone. I’ll be running late to dinner once I finish this quickly.
You felt slightly upset with his sudden message but nevertheless, you hummed to yourself and grabbed your purse and house keys before heading down.
No, you shouldn’t be too upset.
Just outside your window, you see headlights. You hurried over to grab your house keys, handbag, and heels before leaving. Yoongi’s car pulled up outside, the air thick with unresolved tension, her mind drifting to how little Jin seemed to notice the fire building within her. He was already out of the driver's seat, leaning against the door with that easy smile, but his eyes sharpened as he took her in—the subtle flush on her cheeks, the way her fingers gripped her purse too tightly.
Yoongi had one hand in his pants’ pockets and was idly reading through his phone when he heard your heels approaching down the pavement. He gives you a cheeky grin following by taking you a quick glance.
Wearing a deep burgundy off-the-shoulder mini dress with long sheer sleeves, The outfit appears backless and features lace-up ribbon decorations that complete the look. the fitted dress clinging to your curves and riding high on your thighs, the thin fabric doing little to hide your own body.
He stood there eyeing you.
“Look at you, all dressed up for a simple dinner.”
You scoffed at him, crossing your arms. “Jin bought this for me last week. Isn’t it cute?”
“Right, and this information is unnecessary. Let’s get going or we’ll be late.”
Yoongi was dressed simply in black Dr. Marten boots, black pants, and a black button-up shirt. You’re familiar that he would frequently choose comfort above elegance and doesn’t enjoy dressing in flamboyant attires.
You have seen Seokjin wear comfort and formal clothing, whether it’s just a plain shirt with gray sweatpants, or a double breasted suit. you have seen everything he has, even his long, big di—and it never fails you to gush on him like a teenage girl having a crush.
Before you get in, Yoongi opens the door for you to the passenger seat without waiting for an answer. You slid in easily, the leather cool against your bare legs, and the scent of his cologne—something woodsy and warm—filled the space.
He bent over to grab the seatbelt next to you as you settled down and fastened it, making sure you were already comfortable with it. You looked at him, and he looked back at you with the same gaze.
“Don’t give me that look. I’m making sure you’re safe–hyung literally threatened me.” He scoffs back at you.
You suddenly laughed at his comment and slapped his chest lightly. “I know how to buckle my own seatbelt.”
Yoongi gave you a reluctant expression, “Just stay quiet, the last thing I want to see is hyung killing my ass.”
He closed the door and ran back to the driver seat, buckling his own seatbelt.
The drive stretched on. It was a comforting drive because you talked with Yoongi the entire time, catching up with each other about your life and his as well. Yoongi spilled that he was busy working with other artists as a producer for future collabs and tonight was the time for him to rest from his work. Yoongi mostly spilled stories and such, you only listened. Yoongi’s hand rested casually on the gear shift, his focus stayed on the road.
However, as you continue conversing with him, you can't help but open your phone to check for incoming messages or missed calls from Jin. You were becoming increasingly annoyed that he was not leaving any messages for you.
You fidgeted with the silver wedding ring on your finger, the cold metal hitting against your ring finger was the only sound grounding you from the inner thoughts of yours almost forming into a chaos wreck about Jin’s behavior lately. You wanted to ask Yoongi, ask subtly if there was anything he noticed, but it was rather a personal matter to you and you’re not someone who questions your husband.
Since you two drove off, Yoongi has already noticed your sudden mood shifting.
“He’s been—” Yoongi started, pulling into traffic.
“Busy. I know.”
“I was going to say stupid.”
Your laugh came out sharper than intended. “You’re his friend.”
“I’m your friend too.” He glanced at you at a red light, holding the look a beat longer than casual. “And he asked me to pick you up because he has work going on. So I’m feeling less like his friend and more like someone who hates watching a friend disappear into her husband’s blind spot.”
The word disappear landed somewhere between her ribs. She turned toward the window, watching streetlights smear into golden streaks.
Seokjin..
The restaurant loomed ahead, its warm golden lights spilling onto the sidewalk as Yoongi eased the car to a stop. You and Yoongi finally arrived at the place, a five star michelin restaurant.
The place looked exquisite, much more exquisite to your taste.
“Welcome, Mr. Min and Mrs. Kim, Reservation for Mr. Kim Namjoon?” One of the concierges walked over and bowed at you and Yoongi.
You both nodded with a smile as few people assisted, leading the way for the two of you inside the restaurant. Yoongi being the gentleman he is, walked just beside you.
“Gosh, I thought you guys would be late!” one of the familiar voices called you both over. Looking to your right to see one of Seokjin’s friends, Jimin strutting over with Taehyung.
They gave Yoongi a playful ruffle in the hair before they turned to you.
They were stunned to see you weren't with Seokjin before Jimin could say anything. Normally, you are constantly by his side when you go out with his friends and it was always Jin’s idea to invite you. You would say no to him and he would nudge and kiss you in the neck with his pouty plump lips and his irresistible eyes.
Before turning to face Yoongi and Taehyung, Jimin stared at you for some time. “Well? Where’s Jin hyung?”
You try not to frown.
“He’s still at work because of an unexpected meeting. He’ll be on his way.” You shrugged your shoulders, playing your subtle frowning face off to them, but Yoongi can see it. He can see you playing it off but decided not to bring it up again.
The private dining room hummed with candlelight and the low percussion of conversation. A long walnut table dominated the space, set for eight with crystal glasses that caught and bent the flames into amber constellations. Several of Seokjin’s friends were seated, clustered with wine glasses in their hands.
On the long dinner table, you sat down between Yoongi and Jimin, and across from yours was Seokjin’s seat. You sat there keeping your hands to yourself and remained quiet as you watched the others talk to each other.
Deciding to open your phone, you sat there trying to stay still staring at Seokjin’s caller ID, thinking if you should call, text, or just wait for him to arrive. You were already missing him and it seemed to go slower and slower each passing time.
The lingerie hidden underneath your dress clinged to you with impatience, your mind sprawls with countless imaginations asking–begging for it to be removed. Your breathing was rushed and the air between your mind and yourself was thick with dreading annoyance.
You don’t know why you were impatient– at the same time nervous.
As far as you can remember, Seokjin started heading home late. You can still count how many times he missed your cooked dinner, returning home with the meal being cold already and him reheating it in the microwave, there’ll be days he would just not eat and rush to bed and you’re already asleep, It was an unusual behavior.
You remembered that one night when you tried to surprise him. You prepared lit scented candles that smelled like rosewood, rose petals scattered around the bedroom, and you on a silk robe sprawled across the bed waiting for him to come home. You even took the time to send teasing photos for him to get himself worked up, only for it to be left delivered which it never happened to you once in your months of marriage. When he came home looking extremely tired, you offered yourself to him but he simply refused. It left you flabbergasted and it soured your mood the whole night until the morning without even telling him.
You sighed and gave up, mind telling you to text him instead of calling.
Where are you, baby?
If there’s one thing you wanted to accomplish tonight, is that you wanted to successfully do your plan.
You gave it a rest and tucked your phone back to your purse, deciding not to be an asshole and interact with your other friends.
Namjoon is seated right across from you, alongside Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook. He then turns to you and gives a comforting grin before turning his attention to everyone else, “Shall we get something to eat now? Looks like Jin hyung will be running late.”
Jin remained absent even after servers and waitresses arrived with the first half of the appetizers. You tried contacting him multiple times, but he didn't pick up, returning calls to voicemail. You then attempted messaging him once more, but the messages were still delivered but not seen.
At this point, you just went to dinner without him and Jin was slowly breaking his promise to you.
The servers brought over some red wine and poured it into your glass, but you were still unable to appreciate the appetizers.
Yoongi drank his wine, staring at you with his peripheral vision while attempting to hide the fact that he was observing you.
He finally spoke up, breaking the growing tension. “You should try the appetizers.”
You snapped back to reality and hastily hid your phone back to your purse, turning to him. “..Sorry, I think my stomach isn’t cooperating with me.”
Yoongi hummed, pouring more red wine into his glass.
“He’ll be here soon, for now, you should enjoy the night. Your mood will ruin your perfectly good makeup and dress.”
You concur. You spent a lot of time with your makeup; perhaps you were overthinking, and Seokjin wasn't returning your calls because he had a lot on his plate.
After staring at the appetizer on your plate, you picked up your fork and took a bite, putting your fears aside. With a smile on his face, Yoongi took his wine glass and handed it to you.
“Good, right? Let’s toast, To Namjoon.”
You smiled back, bringing your wine glass to him. “Toast, to Namjoon.”
The two of you brought your wine glass together to do a celebratory toast. Yoongi smiles at you softly before putting his lips onto the rim of the glass and taking a sip.
“Jin should be compensating Namjoon for being late! He should pay for everyone’s dinner!” You hear a voice across from your side and see Hoseok standing up from his seat and pulling Namjoon on his side with the wine glass on the other. He cheered as well as everyone else in the room celebrated as if it was an agreed decision.
You and Yoongi chuckled alongside.
“His wife came to dinner right on time and he’s not? The dinner is totally on him!” You hear one of his other friends, Jungkook chiming in with a playful, joking tone in his voice and everyone else agreed.
Yoongi took a quick glance at your reaction before he could say something, “Someone nag him and get him here. The main course will arrive soon before he can.”
Everyone erupted into laughter, including you.
The night passed slowly, and everyone continued to interact and sip more wine. Yoongi and the others kept you entertained, chatting with you about whatever shenanigans the guys were up to, revealing some funny moments captured on Hoseok's phone, and ensuring you were comfortable as you waited for Seokjin. You can't help but notice Jimin and Yoongi were quietly observing you on the side of the table, so you try to smile back at them whenever you can, sending them a reassuring message that you're still doing alright tonight.
You sat there trying not to open your purse again and pull your phone out to send another text to your husband, but before you could, the main course dish arrived after a long delay. A group of waiters arrived with their covered food trays, bringing in the main courses of the evening, as well as more several bottles of wine.
The dinner continued throughout the night until everyone stuffed their glass with more wine from different brands you can’t even name anymore.
Yoongi stood near an open balcony just outside the private room, his hands occupied with the wine glass with another half full of wine, and the phone on the other. You saw him leaning against the rails busying himself. Curious as you are, you walked up to him.
“Enjoying so far?” Yoongi asks, not looking up at you.
You gave him a simple nod.
“I had to head somewhere quiet, needed some fresh air. The guys are still singing like drunk fools.” He puts his phone back to his pocket, turning his whole attention to you now.
“It’s been.. Almost an hour since we arrived, Jin’s still not here.” You sigh, walking over to lean as well on the balcony railings. “What’s up with him?”
Yoongi remained quiet to sympathize with you. “He’s so busy. And it’s been.. one week since we’ve spent time together. It’s quite frustrating that he has been coming home late.” You added, finally talking to him.
You frantically raised your hands at Yoongi, “When was the last time we had sex? Come on! He refused a blowjob. A blowjob, Yoongi!” you spat out with an annoyed tone and Yoongi just stood there, completely unsettled if it was alright for him to hear this.
Jin has never refused sex to you. You knew how to ruin his composure, his control. Once Seokjin’s restraint shatters from your actions, he would fuck you with no mercy and making sure you won’t be able to walk the next day. That behavior remained inside the house, Seokjin remained like a gentleman everyone knows he is, but he always knows what you want, you know what he wants.
But, when he refused your offer to give him head, it drastically made you bitter.. and practically horny, That stayed for a week. It stayed for a week that got you fucking your own pussy with a vibrator whenever he’s away, screaming and whimpering for his name.
It got you to different fantasies– wild fantasies you have never thought sharing to anyone else’s. That whole week made you insanely crazy and craving for his touch, the thought of his lips kissing your neck, filling it up with hickeys, fingers with his wedding ring sliding into your insides, his tongue bringing you to ecstasy, filling up your cunt with his thick cock, or the thought of screaming for his name while you cover his back with bruises and marks from your nails.
“Again, this information is unnecess–”
“I am frustratingly craving for him, for fuck’s sake!”
You both just stood there after your outburst, Yoongi stared at you with uncertainty and who knows, probably disgust on his face. At this point, he was turning into some sex therapist if you continue to blabber him with you and Jin’s sex relationship. He then lets out a groan before he flicks your forehead.
“You got the wrong person to ask for help.”
“Huh?”
“You should’ve asked Jimin for help.”
You’re confused.
“Jimin can help you resolve this, It’s quite simple actually.” He grabs his phone from his pocket again and typed up a few words on the screen.
What the fuck does he mean by that?
You saw Yoongi texting Jimin, and not even a second later, Jimin is already behind you, flashing a mischievous smile.
“Don’t look for Yoongi when it comes to these kinds of things. I’ll help you instead.”
A bead of sweat drops down on your face and for some reason, the atmosphere felt chilly tonight.
You thought it was absurd, whatever Jimin and Yoongi had plotted. However, you just accepted it in order to resolve your complex sexual issue with Jin. You still have time to change your mind; talk to Jin or trust them.
Just don’t do anything, we’ll do the rest.
Right, and it still feels like it’s making you nervous.
Walking back to the private room, you see a familiar figure standing just outside the door. His back was facing yours but you know it too well.
You are all too familiar with the person who has that broad, attractive shoulders you’ve been craving for—shoulders where your legs would rest while he fu–
“Sorry I’m late, work was hectic.” He laughed.
Your eyes widened by the sight.
It was Seokjin, dressed in casual work clothing that still made him look expensive. White button-down shirt that leaves two of its buttons loosened, sharp black trousers paired with a leather belt.
His hair was styled like it was rushed, hair laid back but it still made him look sleek overall. The main highlight of his outfit was the silver wedding ring that rested on his finger as he held a bouquet of flowers when he turned around and five heads turned in your direction. He stood there with a pleased smile on his face.
He looks at you up and down with that same smile he gave you, you remember it. It was the same look he gave you at your wedding.
Jin stared that felt like hours. You can hear your thoughts crumble. When was the last time he looked like that to you?
“Jagiya.”
You took three strides, eyes still focused on him.
“Sorry I’m late, but I’m here now.” Jin gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead. You felt it, his soft lips that you miss, touched your forehead–like he always used to.
“I was waiting for you.” You had a lot to say to him, but you failed to express that because you heard yourself quiver and felt a knot in your throat. It wasn't even about you waiting for him at dinner; there was more to what you said.
Suddenly, Jimin’s hand found the small of your back. Light. Reassuring.
“Now that you’re here, hyung.”Jimin chimed in, and the word vibrated against your spine. “You’ll be paying for dinner. Namjoon already agreed to it!”
Jin’s gaze found them. His laughter stuttered. His eyes dropped to Jimin’s hand, then climbed your dress like a man reading a document he’d been told was unimportant and was suddenly realizing was critical.
Trying not to get his thoughts on the way, he laughed lightly and joked. “Fine! only because Namjoon is leaving soon!”
Yoongi was just behind the crowd, watching the whole situation unfold. His face was unreadable but he can feel the sudden growing tension now. Jin was easy to read to him.
As Jin slid into the seat across yours, the air crackled with the tension even more when he realized he wasn’t given the seat beside you. His eyes immediately bore onto Yoongi and Jimin’s as their pair of eyes attentively looked at you as if you were a precious gem to them. You were in between two of your friends–his friends.
You remained oblivious, forgetting what was the main plan all along when Jimin kept talking to you and Yoongi. He sat there with his arm resting behind your back.
Jin’s chest tightened with the familiar ache of absence, yet he remained composed.
He looked into his phone as a distraction, his head down and mindlessly scrolling, piling his growing thoughts of you with work and other documents he needs to read.
Dinner continued to unfold in courses. You tracked the progression by the plates set and cleared—more steak, galbi, and stew.
Seokjin remained in his seat, eating his meal when his phone vibrated in his pocket. His expression faltered into a low frustration, already knowing it was another call from work.
Even during on his way to work, more calls coming from his company, his employees, and his secretary kept ringing and it annoys him. His phone never received a break one bit away from the company to the point he got used to people calling for him over and over ever since he stopped receiving a time away from his piles of work.
He dropped the silverware from his hands and quickly apologized to his friends, including you.
He left his seat with phone in hand, retreating himself towards the door.
The conversation died down, and Namjoon was the first one to speak up when his head remained on the door. “Gosh, when will Jin get a break.” He asked, rhetorically.
Jungkook followed, “You should scold him when he keeps neglecting you okay?” That statement was for you.
You quickly waved your hands to him, “Oh no, he’s not neglecting me.” You don’t know why you had to lie to them, you didn’t want anyone to involve themselves further.
But Jimin and Yoongi just gave each other the look.
The conversations and the meals went on, immediately moving to another topic.
Jin returned with his usual expression again, a composed, positive lingering in his face. But the sight that greeted him froze him in the doorway. Jimin and Yoongi was leaning across the table, and Jimin’s one elbow propped casually as he traced the rim of your wine glass with a fingertip, his eyes locked on you with a flirtatious spark that made you laugh softly, cheeks flushed and chest rising with quickened breaths. The neckline of your dress gaped just enough to reveal the soft swell of your breasts. Jimin’s gaze dipped there deliberately, his words carrying just loud enough for Seokjin to catch fragments. "Your dress looks good on you."
Jin's jaw tightened, a flush of discomfort creeping up his neck as he watched Jimin and Yoongi’s knees brush yours under the table, basically sandwiching you. The subtle contact sparking something possessive and raw in his gut but he can’t quite tell why yet. He approached back to his seat with measured steps, looking away and focused on Hoseok and Namjoon. but the hunger in his eyes betrayed the shift, his mind already racing with the need to reclaim what he'd let slip away.
Jimin’s knee pressed against yours under the table. Once. Twice. The third time, you didn’t move away. You were still unaware.
You can now feel the weight of your husband's stare on the way Jimin’s hand rested near yours, fingers almost intertwining, and her nipples tightened further against the fabric, a visible outline that didn't escape either man's notice. The flirting didn't stop outright, Jimin’s witty remarks continued with that perceptive edge, drawing out your smiles and the subtle arch of your back that pressed your breasts forward—but now it served to highlight Jin's absence, each teasing glance and low chuckle forcing his discomfort into the open.
Your body hummed with a mix of frustration and awakening desire, the emotional neglect clashing against the sudden, electric pull of being the center of attention, wet heat soaking the thin lace beneath your dress as the night promised far more than a simple meal.
Jin is looking.. calm down. Don’t start acting like this so suddenly..
You can’t seem to stop.
Yoongi suddenly leaned close, but still respecting distance as he poured you wine. “He’s watching now.”
You risked a glance. Seokjin was staring at his hand on the wine bottle, at the way Yoongi’s shoulder touched yours, at the flush creeping up your neck that had nothing to do with alcohol.
“I think we should talk.” you whispered as you suggested it to him. But Yoongi shook his head at the suggestion. “Not yet.”
He straightened, catching Jin’s eye. The look they exchanged was electric–Yoongi’s calm challenge meeting Seokjin’s dawning comprehension. Around them, the dinner party chattered on, oblivious.
Jimin finally wraps his arm around your shoulders, poking your cheek with his finger teasingly. “Yoongi, you should let her hear a sample of one of your upcoming tracks.” He then turns to you, “It’s really good.”
Yoongi gave you your glass back, half poured wine on it. “I’ll send her a copy as soon as she gets home.”
Seokjin was watching– all of it. And it was obvious already. He didn’t even try to hide it when one of his eyes was twitching, his fingers clutching the fork tensely, and his brows furrowing slightly.
Jimin and Yoongi can see it now, and he was ready to face whatever consequences his hyung will throw at him. He will have to come up with a long apology text later after dinner.
For now, they needed Seokjin to lose his patience.
Jimin leans in, much more closer than before now and the distance was practically closing. He whispered closely to your ear but quite audible enough for Seokjin to hear it. “Yoongi should invite you next time to listen to his unreleased tracks at his studio, alone.”
Seokjin’s chair scraped back. a bit loud enough for everyone to hear.
He strided towards you with impatience, and pushed Yoongi aside on his chair. The situation was looking more like the two oldest were just playing. His hands moved him aside–not painfully, but with an insistence or demand.
Yoongi, however, wasn't fazed and knew what was coming, so he excused himself and moved over beside Jimin.
“What were you guys talking about?” His voice was quiet but carried a heavy weight and it was directed towards the two guys. Seokjin immediately removed the distance between you two and snaked his hand on your waist, squeezing your sides as a sign he was quietly claiming you.
You felt your throat run dry, “W-We were just talking about Yoongi’s n-new song coming up soon.” You could slap yourself in the head for suddenly losing confidence and try not to stutter at everything you say.
Jimin hums, bringing his palm over to rest on his chin. He was quite observant, and the moment Seokjin snaked his hand over to your waist, he discreetly looked at it with an amused face. “Sounds pretty good, you know. Though it still needs some background vocals.” Jimin sounded like there was a playful tone in his voice.
“What about you? Do you want to do background vocals for his new single?” Jimin’s question was pertaining to you, his eyes locked in to yours and Yoongi quietly sat behind, busying himself by pretending to look at the brand name of the wine bottle.
Seokjin’s hold tightened, making you squirm. “N-No thanks, I’m a bad singer.”
Jin’s hand secretly slid under the clothed table without hesitation, fingers curving possessively over the bare skin of your thigh and hiking the hem of your dress higher until they brushed the damp lace clinging to your pussy. The heat there was unmistakable, slick and swollen from weeks of neglect, and his touch ignited a sharp gasp from you that you tried to swallow behind your wine glass.
Jimin’s smirk deepened as he caught the motion, but he leaned back just enough to give you space while still watching, his earlier flirtation shifting into something observational and charged. “Jin, you haven’t been spending time with us, have you been spending time with your wife?” he murmured low, the words meant for Jin but landing hot against your skin. Your husband’s jaw flexed, the jealousy in his eyes darkening into raw hunger as two fingers pressed firmly against your clit through the fabric, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that made your thighs tremble and fresh wetness seep out to coat his knuckles.
Fuck, why here? You thought to yourself.
The chattering noise faded into a distant hum around their table, replaced by the frantic pulse of your heartbeat and the quiet, wet sounds of his fingers working you open. Jin leaned close, breath hot against her ear. “We’ve been spending so much time together. Do you think I would just neglect my wife?” He spoke with bittersweet play on his tongue, but it was lies.
You swore to yourself that you could feel your pussy tighten by the emphasis of him claiming you from them.
Lies, all lies.
You tried to scoff at yourself but the pleasure coiling on your gushing pussy was unbearable.
Yoongi obviously knew it was a lie, but played along.
He hooked the lace aside and sank two thick fingers deep inside yours in one smooth thrust, curling them against that sensitive spot that made your hips jerk forward. The stretch burned sweetly after so long without him, inner walls clenching greedily around the invasion while your nipples ached against the dress. Yoongi’s gaze flicked downward, noting the way your breasts heaved with each shaky exhale, but he stayed silent now, letting the moment belong to you even as the air between the four of them thickened with unspoken tension.
“No wonder you haven’t been texting us in the group chat.”
Emotion swelled in your chest—frustration melting into fierce, relieved desire as Jin’s free hand gripped the back of your neck, anchoring you while his fingers pumped harder, rougher, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit with every stroke, your other free hand feeling the thick ridge of his cock straining against his trousers when you rested your palm there, proof that the sight of another man’s attention had finally cracked through his distraction.
A low moan escaped yours before you could bite it back, and Jin’s eyes flashed with possessive fire, promising that the rest of the night would be spent reminding your body exactly who it belonged to.
A waiter approached your table once again just then, a young man in a crisp white shirt balancing a tray of selected desserts, his polite smile faltering as he caught the flush on your cheeks and the way your lips parted around a ragged breath.
"Everything all right here? The chef sent over the second to the last course—chocolate mille-feuille, as requested." His eyes flicked to Jimin and Yoongi, who leaned back with an amused nod, but Jin didn't withdraw his fingers, instead pressing them deeper into your clenching pussy in a slow, deliberate thrust that made your thighs quiver against the chair.
You gripped the edge of the table, forcing a shaky smile while your husband's thumb circled your swollen clit, the wet sounds barely masked by the ambient chatter. "Looks delicious," Yoongi replied smoothly, his voice cutting through the tension as he engaged the waiter in light conversation about the wine pairing, all while Jin's possessive grip on your neck tightened, his breath hot against your ear whispering filthy promises of how he'd bend you over later, claiming every inch.
Namjoon walked towards your direction, suddenly calling Jimin. “Jimin, help Taehyung out with his camera for a sec!”
Jimin nodded, standing up from his chair and quietly slipping away to avoid interrupting anything. He gave Yoongi a quick wink before he headed over to Namjoon.
The interruption only fueled the fire between them, your body arching subtly as Jin added a third finger, stretching your neglected walls with rough insistence that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Your breasts heaved visibly beneath the thin dress, nipples hard and aching as the waiter's gaze lingered a moment too long on the exposed curve of your cleavage before he nodded and retreated, leaving the air thick with unspoken awareness.
Yoongi chuckled low, his earlier flirtation now a knowing backdrop as he murmured something about the couple's obvious chemistry, but Jin's jealousy had transformed into raw urgency—his cock throbbing hard through his trousers, a damp spot forming where pre-cum leaked from the tip.
Another figure came seconds later, Hoseok, striding over with a broad grin and waving hand. "Jin, man, when are you gonna come every time Jungkook asks out for drinks? You’ve missed out a lot."
The conversation erupted around them, Hoseok pulling up a chair uninvited and chatting about their planned hangouts, oblivious to the way Jin's fingers pumped faster under the tablecloth, curling against your g-spot with each hidden stroke that had you biting your lip to stifle moans.
Fuck it, you could just scream and tell Jin that you wanted to go home. How come he can still look composed even while he busies himself fingering you?
The air felt hot suddenly.
Your neck sweats coldly from the way Jin’s hand rested on your nape.
Your pussy fluttered greedily around the intrusion, slick arousal coating his palm as the emotional weight of his attention crashed over you, mixing frustration with desperate need. Yoongi kept the talk flowing with witty asides, his eyes glinting at the subtle shifts in your posture. Jin's free hand which was on the back of your neck earlier slid lower to palm your breast through the fabric, pinching a nipple hard enough to make you gasp. The promise in his gaze burned hotter now, vowing that once you escaped this crowd, he'd fuck you senseless until you forgot every lonely night.
You wanted to look at him, you wanted to cry and look at his eyes.
But when you did, you saw how frustrated he looked. He remained composed all this time but there was a glint of possessiveness and anger fueling up to him.
“J-Jin.. We s-shouldn’t.” You whispered.
With a low curse, he withdrew his hand, wiped it discreetly on the napkin, and Yoongi saw his fingers soaked. "Excuse us." He spoke with command and stood abruptly.
Hoseok raised an eyebrow but nodded smoothly, his friend left a gaze flicking to you with a spark of encouragement that made her pulse race.
Seokjin pulled you up holding your wrist instantly, His grip firm on your wrist while the damp evidence of your arousal glistened on his fingers. Yoongi leaned back in his chair, raising his wine glass in a silent toast that only you saw.
Jin didn't wait for protests, pulling you up by the elbow and guiding you through the private dining room’s back hallway toward a private alcove near the coat check, the dim lighting casting shadows over your flushed faces.
Once alone, he spun you to face him, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as anger and regret warred in his eyes. “What was that?” His voice had dropped an octave.
“What was what? Me spending time with my friends too? you’ve barely looked at me for almost two weeks, Jin. That’s the crime?”
His hands found her hips. Grip first, question later. “They touched you. All night.”
“They noticed me all night.” your chin lifted, upset and anger underneath. “When’s the last time you did that? When’s the last time you touched me like you meant it?”
His mouth crushed the answer.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a reclamation, tongue and teeth and the taste of wine, his body pinning yours to the wall hard enough that the sconce flickered. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into expensive fabric, and a sound escaped throat that was half-surprise and half-relief.
“We’re doing this here.” Jin said against your mouth. The words came out ragged.
“Everyone’s still out there.”
“I don’t care.” His hand slid up your thigh, pushing the dress apart, finding the laced edge of your underwear. “Let them hear.”
Surely he wouldn’t do that, right?
The hallway was shadowed but not secure—anyone could walk past, anyone could need the bathroom, anyone could witness your husband’s fingers hooking beneath silk and pulling it aside. The danger sharpened every sensation, the wallpaper’s rough texture, the cool air on exposed skin. Jin’s belt buckle pressing into your hip.
"I've been a fucking idiot," he growled, voice rough with self-loathing. “I've been a fucking failure as your husband."
"Neglecting you, leaving you lonely in our bed while I chased deadlines—missing every chance to touch you, taste you, remind you how much I need this pussy wrapped around my cock." His apology spilled out in a heated rush, hands sliding up to cup your breasts through the dress, thumbs circling your nipples as the frustration melted into raw hunger.
You wanted him to stop. Not because you don’t want this, but because you refused to give Jin what he wants–to punish him for neglecting you.
You wanted him to go mad, to become impatient for the whole night.
You cannot lose to him.
“We are not doing this here.” You spoke with defiance, trying to sound serious and stopping him from kissing you back.
The initial spark of anger heightened under the weight of his, your body arching into his touch as desire took hold, thighs parting instinctively when he dipped his finger back to your core.
The shift was electric, his mouth crashing over yours in a bruising kiss that tasted of wine and desperation, hands slipping on your lace panties to expose your soaked folds. "No." he whispered against your lips, fingers dipping back inside you with possessive urgency.
You moaned under his touch, you held it but Seokjin wanted you to scream, to make them known that you’re being fucked by his fingers.
“I'm going to fuck you right here until you feel how sorry I am.” Your moans mingled with his, the emotional void filling with the heat of his reclaimed passion, bodies grinding together in a frenzy that promised deeper reclamation once you reached home.
Something fractured in his expression. Regret. Hunger. Something older and more possessive than both.
The door swung open from one of the private rooms.
A figure exited the doorway with phone in his hand.
It was Namjoon.
Seokjin looks at him from the corner, smirking by the thought you two could be caught red-handed.
Namjoon stood there, completely unaware while he taps something from his phone. He then puts it on his ear and a low ring emerges from Seokjin’s phone, sending you both stunned.
But Jin continued to finger you through the fabric of your lace panties, it sent a jolt right through you, causing a whimper loud enough from someone to hear from your mouth.
“Namjoon?” He answered the phone call.
Seokjin dips his slender fingers more into you. You let out an unexpected moan.
“Jin hyung? Where are you two? Are you guys okay? I heard something.”
You stood there, helpless and thighs shaking, desperate.
“We just went out for some fresh air because my wife doesn’t feel good. We’ll head back there.”
You can hear Namjoon talk through the phone, he sounded unsure whether what he heard was correct and said their goodbyes before ending the call.
Jin leaned in closer, but the possessive heat in his eyes remained something urgent. He withdrew his hand slowly, leaving her throbbing and empty. His actions were rushed and didn’t even hesitate to grab your wrists once again and walked back with urgency back to the room.
All of their eyes turned to you two when you entered back to the room with him. The room suddenly went quiet as their eyes glanced right onto you, especially Jimin and Yoongi. Jin then cleared his throat while still protectively gripping your wrist.
“We’re heading home early–unfortunately, my wife doesn’t feel good so we’re leaving.” He spoke, remained composed.
You look like a mess. panties already soaked and ruined underneath, makeup felt sticky and probably smudged already, your legs were still quivering.
But then the guys’ eyes dropped, and stared with widened eyes to you and Jin’s trousers, an obvious bulge poking out, wet marks from your slick, or from his tip that oozed precum earlier.
They didn’t say anything but you know it, they know it. They know something happened, yet they couldn’t say anything.
Namjoon tried to say something to you. “W-Well. yeah. that’s fine.. With us. Hope you get better s-soon.”
Seokjin smiled, but it felt sinister. Because he saw the way Yoongi and Jimin looked at the two of you. He smiled at them darkly, already expecting that they’ll do an explanation or an apology later.
You two slipped out through the side exit into the cool night air, the restaurant's lights fading behind you as you hurried toward the car. Seokjin's hand stayed possessive on your back, guiding you with an urgency that promised the rough reclamation ahead.
In the passenger seat, your thighs pressed together against the lingering ache, the scent of sex clinging to both of you. He drove away with one hand on the wheel and the other resting high on your leg, fingers tracing idle circles that kept the fire simmering.
The drive was quiet, no one was saying anything but you know Jin wanted to say something as he focused on the road, yet his hand remained on your thigh. It looked like his mind was clouded with a lot of stuff on his head.
You tried to speak, “I- Jin..”
Jin remained focused and it wasn’t the same look he gave you earlier back at the restaurant.
You read his actions, so you decided to stop talking. But you wanted him to feel that you’re still there, so you then rested your palm with his, holding it softly.
By the time you two reached your house, the air between them crackled with anticipation once he parked on the pavement. Even though he looked like he was mad at you and everyone else, Jin still managed to open the door for you, waiting for you to leave the vehicle.
You walked first to the house, grabbing your keys from your purse, while he stood behind you with both of his hands on his pocket. You can feel his eyes gazing at you, looking like you were simply a prey to him. He waited for you to unlock the door.
As soon as you both entered inside the house, he still didn’t say anything. Seokjin walked past you and headed to the refrigerator, getting a glass of water.
You stood there and watched him, watching him chug down the glass as the drops of water simmered down on his throat. His adam apple bobbing every time he chugged down the liquid. It was a sight.
You gulped.
You can’t read him, whether if he still wanted to continue what happened earlier or he’s mad. You try to persuade yourself that he can’t get mad at you, especially after almost a whole week of him neglecting you over work. It wouldn’t seem fair.
His back was facing yours. You gripped your knuckles tightly.
“Jin, for a week, you didn’t talk to me–nor even looked at my eyes.”
He stood there and not even facing you.
The frustration was slowly starting to erupt again, the feeling of hot tears unfold slowly in the corner of your eyes.
Jin's schedules had devoured your evenings, leaving you to navigate empty beds and colder sheets, a once-frequent intimacy now a distant memory that left your skin prickling with unfulfilled longing. You recalled the last time his hands had roamed your body—one or two weeks ago, a hurried embrace that barely scratched the surface of your desires.
You question your worth as a wife.
Finally, Seokjin turns to you. His eyes lingering with possessiveness, lust, and hunger. He finally spoke, voice dropping lower.
“Jagiya, Tell me you want this.” He spoke with something deeper in his voice, a bit harsher. “Tell me you still want me.”
“I buried myself in work—it's no wonder Yoongi and Jimin’s flirting got under my skin. I saw how you responded to them, how you laughed and moved, and it killed me to realize I've been the one starving you for this."
The anger in his gaze softened into aching desire as you met his eyes, breath hitching when his hand slid down to grip your hip, pulling you flush against his throbbing erection.
“You’re my wife, not his wife.”
You’re mine, and only mine.
You’re wearing our wedding ring, it means you’re taken. No one can have you.
Tension crackled between you, transforming into a shared hunger that had your fingers clutching his shirt, drawing him nearer. "I want to make it right," Jin murmured, his lips brushing yours in a promise, one hand already hiking up your ruined dress to find your soaked panties again. "Fuck, I need to feel you come for me like you used to."
Your fingers tightened in the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer, breath mingling with his in the narrow space between. The heat of his body enveloped your front, his erection grinding insistently against your thigh through the layers of clothing.
You whispered, voice trembling with a mix of lingering frustration and the surge of need that had built all evening. “I’ve been waiting,” It came out broken in the middle, “for you to remember I exist.”
Your hips rolled forward to meet him, the soaked lace of your lace panties sliding against his knuckles as he tugged the fabric aside once more. The scent of your arousal filled the room, thick and heady, and Jin groaned low in his throat, his mouth descending to the column of your neck where he sucked a mark into your skin, teeth grazing just enough to send shivers racing down your spine.
“The bra.. Your panties. You bought them for me, baby?” he whispered to your neck as he noticed the matching black set.
You nodded, slightly tilting your head. “Mhm.. I bought it when you were at work. I wanted to surprise you, baby.”
He tugs the lace underwear once more, creating a shocked reaction out of you. “You’re so beautiful, my baby. You’ve been such a good girl, and I was a fool.”
His hand moved over to your cheek, caressing it as if he was studying you.
Fuck, you can’t help but whisper it to yourself. Seokjin’s dark eyes met yours. There was something in his eyes that made your skin crawl, something that sent a tingle down there. He smirks at the response, then leans over to yours, closing the distance. The same soft eyes that were gazing at you earlier changed into something more dark, more intoxicating. His lips parted slightly.
It made you try to avert your gaze with his as it was slowly making you nervous but Seokjin was quick enough to gently grab your jaw to maintain eye contact with him.
He breathes and whispers,
“Baby, I wanted to show everyone there to see your perfect, sexy body. I wanted them to see who I married,” Jin paused.
“I wanted them to see who I fuck every night.”
He confessed once more, his voice cracking with jealousy. “Fuck, I wanted to seriously fuck you there. On the table, where everyone–Jimin and Yoongi can see what you’re doing to me.. To what I’m doing to you.”
You sat there and stared at him as if it’s the most unbelievable thing he said.
It made you shiver and your cheeks warm.
If it weren’t for his patience and control, he would try that.
You felt loved, desired, and the way Seokjin’s eyes followed your body only fueled that building feeling under your legs. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, and for a moment, he didn’t speak. Seokjin tried to be restrained.
You choked on your own breath just feeling that friction slowly erupting when he fingers your clit. the spiraling wave of emotions coming to you was slowly unraveling, eyes closed filled with ecstasy.
You try not to moan.
But he knows you, he knows you too well.
Seokjin speaks right into your ear, slowly, seductively. “Did you see the way they stared when I finger fucked you? They were so shocked.. They can never have this pretty pussy.”
One of his legs moved under yours. Your breath was becoming haste– and the feeling was becoming scandalous.
You whimpered as his lips traveled down to your lips then to your neck again, biting it harshly. You tried to even stop yourself from letting any moans come out of your mouth.
Your mind was nothing but filth and fantasies—his slender fingers or even his lips pressing to find and touch your sweet clit, his deep sultry voice whispering things that would break you, make you feel wanted.
Your mind raced with past events of Seokjin fucking you to the mattress when you were trying out different sets of lingerie, giving him a blowjob at the kitchen when he returned from a one week business trip, the bathroom that ended up messily, and even at the dining table– your whole house had an event of you two fucking like animals trying out different sex positions.
“Fuck, you taste so good. I don’t think I can contain myself anymore.” He whispers to you as he continues to kiss your neck. heart pounding in your chest, the erratic as your body trembled, pussy clenching with the intensity of his words.
“J-Jin, don’t.. stop..” You whimpered beneath him.
You bastard..
Clit circling with firm, practiced pressure that made your knees weaken. You could feel the pulse of his cock through his trousers again, the way it throbbed in time with the rapid beat of his heart against your chest. The apology in his eyes had transformed fully now, the anger giving way to a desperate hunger that mirrored your own. "I missed this," he rasped, sliding two fingers inside you with a slick sound that echoed faintly off the walls. your inner walls clenched around him greedily.
“Bedroom.” He says, voice running out of breath.
You rushed into the bedroom with him as he carried you there, the door barely clicked shut before Jin threw you and had you pinned against the bed, but this time the kiss was slower, deeper, laced with the promise of everything he'd neglected.
Your shoulder blades pressed into the mattress, the seeping cold through the fabric, and above you was Jin's silhouette blocking the dim warm lights.
With a steadying breath, Seokjin eased back from your side, his hand reluctantly withdrawing from the soft mound of your breast, where your nipple still pebbled under his touch, a silent plea for more. The room's dim glow caught the faint sheen of sweat on his brow as he rose, his movements deliberate and hushed, like a thief in his own home. Jin began to undress, starting with the button-up shirt that had carried the weight of boardroom decisions all day, letting it slide from his shoulders to pool silently on the floor.
His fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, each one popping free with a whisper of fabric, revealing the taut plane of his chest, dusted with a light trail of hair that led down to the waistband of his trousers.
His belt hung open. The leather tongue swayed with his breathing.
"You have no idea," he said, working his zipper down, "How it felt, Watching them touch you. Watching you let them."
Memories flooded him unbidden—nights long past when you were newlyweds, laughter echoing in your new house as he pinned you against the wall, his cock buried deep in your welcoming heat, moans spurring him on with a wild, unchecked fervor. Those recollections stirred his blood anew, making his erection throb painfully against the confines of his clothes, an insistent reminder of how your body had always been his ultimate refuge.
He stripped your dress and the matching set away with reverent hands, exposing your breasts to the warm light, nipples tight and begging for his mouth. His own clothes followed in a hasty pile, his cock springing free, thick and flushed at the tip.
You forgot how big his cock was, how it made your hole weak and it made you miss work for a day because your legs were still shaking in the morning.
Your laugh came out fractured, half-moan before he'd even touched you. “Maybe I needed you to feel something. Maybe I needed you to feel anything.”
His hand found your throat, squeezing, holding. The pad of his thumb settled into the hollow above her collarbone, and her pulse beat against it like a confession.
“Baby.” He pressed harder. “If you continued to do that earlier, I might just took you there on that damn table.”
It’s rare for Seokjin to curse, but whenever you hear him curse, it makes you wet.
His mouth replaced the statement, descending to your sternum, cold air, then heat. His tongue circled once, lazy and deliberate, before he drew your nipple into his mouth with enough suction to make your hips buck against the mattress.
"Don't stop." The plea came from somewhere deeper than your throat. "Don't you dare stop."
"I'm not stopping." His thumb found your clit, circling counterclockwise while his fingers worked inside you. "I'm never stopping again. I'm never—" He kissed your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breast. "—letting you—" His tongue traced your collarbone. "—forget."
The buildup was different with him. Solitary pleasure was a straight line, efficient and predictable. This was a spiral—tightening, loosening, redirecting just when you thought you’d found the rhythm. He'd always been good at this. you’d forgotten how good. your own husband, and you’d forgotten.
"Look at me."
You opened your eyes that hadn't realized you closed them. Jin's face was close enough to kiss, his expression unguarded in a way it hadn't been since he neglected you. Hunger etched into every line. Fear too. And beneath both, something that looked almost like grief.
"I'm sorry." He said it without breaking eye contact, his fingers still moving inside yours. "I'm so fucking sorry."
His pleading and apology made you tighten around his fingers. It felt good, it felt so damn good.
But you wanted something more.
You wanted his dick.
Jin removed his fingers from your aching pussy and spread your thighs wider, he then hooked his arms under your knees, and dragged you near him as he looked down at you. You flinched this time.
“I know you, Yoongi, and Jimin planned this.”
His cock pressed against your entrance, hot and insistent and you were so wet that the first inch slid in without resistance.
He first slowly thrusted but deeper, filling you in one long stroke that made you gasp. “Do you still need a reminder that you're mine?”
You couldn't speak, already cock-drunk. Jin pulled back and drove in again, harder, the bed’ legs scraping against hardwood.
“Say it.” His thumb found her clit again, pressing in time with his thrusts. "Say you're mine."
"Yours." The word broke on a moan. “Yours, yours, I've always been—”
He fucked you through the rest of the sentence. Seokjin didn’t even give you time to adjust. Through the first orgasm that ripped, unexpected and violent, your nails raked lines down his forearms.
Jin's rhythm stuttered. His hand slid up to grip your jaw, tilting your face toward his. “He's never touching you again. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” You muttered, choked.
“You’re not riding in his car again. He's done.”
“Jin—”
“I mean it.” He thrusted harder. “I told you I'll give you everything you need, everything he thought he could give you. I'll give you so much you forget his name.”
Your answer was a sound, not a word. Jin's mouth found yours and swallowed it whole while his dick thrusted deeply onto your core.
Every hit, sends a knot down your stomach. All the touching, the ecstasy, the kissing, it made you arch your back and lock him with your legs.
“You like that,” Jin murmured against your ear, releasing his dick and then slapping it harshly on your folds, sending you to a gasp. “What a fucking whore you are. Going after my friend just because it’s not going your way. Do you want his dick, princess? Do you want to stuff yourself with Yoongi’s dick? Jimin’s dick?”
You shook your head and closed your eyes, feeling the pressure hitting as his big cock hitting your cervix. He slapped you when he saw your eyes close for a second, then gripped one of your breasts tightly, pushing himself into you with no mercy.
Whore.
My slut.
Fuck, you’re so good. All for me.
You couldn’t deny it. The humiliation and thrill were braided too tightly to separate. Your husband’s gaze was a physical weight on your skin, and Jin’s fingers were relentless as he continued to hold your waist to prevent you from getting out, the combination was building something inside you that felt dangerous.
You moaned louder, louder that you eventually stopped caring about your neighbors hearing when you were just holding them back earlier.
“N-no.. I want your dick, Jin! I never wanted anyone–I want you, Jin-”
Jin’s large hands gripped your hips to align the broad head of his cock with your entrance before thrusting in deep with one smooth stroke again, stretching your walls around his girth.
You gasped at the fullness, inner muscles fluttering around him as he began another relentless rhythm, each plunge forcing your pussy to grip and slick his shaft with your juices. Seokjin grunted low, his muscular body flexing as he drove harder, balls slapping against your ass until he buried himself to the hilt and released, hot jets of thick cum pulsing directly against your cervix in heavy spurts that coated your insides.
“It doesn’t seem like it, whore.” He insulted you, gripping to choke your neck again, seeing your gasped reaction with his thumb hitting the throat.
The slap of skin echoing as your walls clenched around his girth. Pleasure bloomed and your body arching against his with each thrust, nipples tightening from the cold air hitting. His intense gaze locking onto you as he knelt between your spread thighs, cock already rigid and leaking as he eased inside with controlled power, filling you completely.
“You're taking it so well,” he murmured, voice rough with respect,
Jin’s thrusts made you arch and whimper even more, the pleasure cresting as your walls milked him greedily. Each release sent fresh warmth spilling through you, he claimed his turn with dominant insistence—spreading you fully to watch his cock disappear into your cum-filled pussy—The rush of surrender as your body responded with eager pulses, moans echoing as he pounded you.
“I want to put a baby in you. Is that okay, baby? I want to breed you full with my babies so that people know who fucked you, who already claimed you. Seeing your womb big and round full-”
You nodded aggressively, again and again. At this point, you were seeing stars and your vision was getting blurry. Soon, you were feeling the knot slowly on your stomach erupting. Your breath caught in your throat, so commanding, so possessive.
“The sigh of you- with a round belly, or the sight of our children running around while they play. shit, you fucking whore.. you wanted it too, don’t you?”
“J-Jin, yes–please do. Please fill me up..” You choked out and begged, tears already spilling out on the corner of your eyes.
Jin went deeper, pushing himself to kiss your tears away. His thick cock stretching your cum-slicked pussy with relentless force. The wet and scandalous slap of his hips against your cunt filled the room, swollen clit throbbing from the friction as another orgasm rippled through you, inner walls clenching greedily around him to draw out every drop.
Your heart pounded, feeling the roughness of how Jin handled you and the erratic rhythm of your body trembled with anticipation, every nerve ending bursting with the intensity of the way he claims you. Both of you were sticky and sweaty already, tilting your head back against the pillows. Voice already barely a whisper.
His lips were demanding, taking your swollen lips once again, the scent of red wine and the mix of your juices from earlier sent an electrifying feeling to you. You melted into the kiss, your hands pulled into a fist as you pulled him closer.
His tongue swept into your mouth, claiming with possessiveness that made you hungry, you moaned softly into the kiss, sound swallowing by lewd wet noises of the tongue.
His hands roamed your body and pulled your lower body flush against his. You could feel the hard, throbbing length twitch inside your throbbing cunt, arousal pooling between your legs with intensity. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin that would cause a bruise later, a reminder of the control he held over you.
You’re his, and no one else.
“J-Jin, too much. Please.” You pleaded, sounding pitiful under his. But he listened, he will always give you everything.
He lifted you effortlessly and aggressively, his hands gripping your back for support as your legs suddenly almost lost balance when he forced you to wrap them around his waist, riding him.
The heat of his skin searing against yours, the tip of his cock teasing your folds. “You’re so fucking perfect for my dick, jagiya.” he spoke hotly, his voice dropping with desire, his eyes never leaving yours. “Your pussy was molded just for me.”
You tried to catch your breath in your throat at the sight of his flushed chest, flushed cheeks, his swollen lips, wet from your kisses, your body pressed against his as he held you up, his hands gripping your thighs with a possessiveness. His arms held you, the possessive glint in his eyes, your arousal glistening on your thighs.
It was erotic and disgustingly good. the sight of it only made you want him more.
“Look at how you’re trembling for me,” he growled at you, voice commanding that made your pussy clench with need as he thrust into you in deliberate motion, filling you completely.
The stretch was intense as your nails dug into his shoulders when you still tried adjusting to his size, fullness of him making you drunk with lust. You both moaned of how full it feels, the sound crawling in the air.
Letting you feel every inch of him.
He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping against yours. He made you like a fuck toy, a fuck doll.
“From now on, I won’t leave you. never again, everyday I will prove it to you that you’re mine, and I’m yours. I will fuck you everyday untill your belly is full of my sperm.”
Both of his hand snaked back to your breasts, feeling it softly under his palms, the nipples hitting him. He continued to move inside you, each thrust precise, hitting that spot inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he spoke. “You’re so tight, baby. You’re all mine, not Yoongi’s.. Not Jimin’s.. mine.” It wasn’t the Seokjin you regularly see, it was different. He was possessive, angry, full of lust and passion.
The way he moved inside you—it was too much to take, and you felt yourself pulling another orgasm, body tightening around him as you moaned his name.
“Seokjin… I’m gonna—” you cried, your voice breaking as the feeling on your stomach was starting to build.
“Shit,” Seokjin cursed and slid his hands down between your bodies to rub your clit in frantic circles, his thrusts growing harder, deeper and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Come for me, baby… say my name. I’ll put all my cum into you, I’ll make you forget everyone. I’ll make sure you get pregnant.” He added more pressure on your clit, and his dick hitting at the same time, it all pushed you over the edge.
Your orgasm hitting you harder now, the pleasure was too much for you to handle that left your vision going white as you moan under his touch. You kept milking his cock as he thrusts. your nails claimed his back as you clung to him, moans echoing.
“Jin, I’m coming-! I’m–”
“Yes, jagiya. Cum for me.”
Jin talked like it was a chant, he whispered it to you again and again till your body squirmed under his cock. His thrusts were growing erratic and impatient as the tight pussy of your orgasm pushed him over.
He made a guttural moan as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing finally.
The release hot and thick of his cum, he sighs and nestles his forehead against your shoulder, your bodies trembled with the overstimulation.
He groaned and pumped his release deep inside you one last time, warmth flooded your womb. The creamy white seed already beginning to pool and overflow slightly around his embedded cock. he then sucks his finger to seal his seeds with his fingers, inserting them back to make sure you won’t waste any of his cum.
When he came it was with your name broken against his lips and his body shuddering over yours.
Neither of you moved, your bodies still pressed together as you came from your orgasms, your breaths panted in slow, gentle. Seokjin caressed your face with his hands warmly, helping you lie down on the bed with him. his touch full of love against your trembling figure.
“Jin.. I..”
He sealed your lips with a gentle, shushing you with his lips.
Jin looked at you like you were a piece of art to him; body shivering with cum stained sheets, your breath trying to keep up, and the amount of time spent on your makeup only to get ruined by him.
You don’t want him to pull away yet, feeling the sensitive coil on your swollen pussy. You lied down on the bed beside him with the cock still buried inside yours. You closed your eyes as he hugs you underneath him.
You can feel his heartbeat, you two stayed there, feeling each other’s warmth. He cuddled you with his arms while he wipes your tears away. Jin slowly lets his cock out, and you flinch from the sudden friction hitting. And then, he spoke to you.
“I love you so much. And I’m sorry for neglecting you these past weeks.” Jin apologized and raised his hands over to your hair, patting you gently. He then smothered your face with kisses, left to right.
You smiled at him, eyes focused only on him. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t honest with you, baby. I know you were busy with work, that's why I couldn’t say anything to you..”
He pouts cutely like he’s not the same guy that frantically fucked you earlier and worshipped your body like it was the best thing in the world. “I swear I’ll get my hands on Yoongi and Jimin, touching you like that without my permission!” He groaned, hugging you tightly.
Suddenly, a phone was ringing on the pile of discarded clothes. Seokjin knew it was his phone ringing so he rolled his eyes. He thought one ring would end, but it continued on and he was annoyed that someone was interrupting you two at this time of the night. “Stay there, baby.” He softened to you and left your side abruptly.
He strutted towards the pile of clothes and grabbed his trouser, picking up the phone.
“Hello?”
“It’s Yoongi.”
He chuckled at the caller.
“You two are in serious trouble. I need you and Jimin to apologize to me for touching what’s mine tomorrow.”
