Summary: How they would look after their S/o during pregnancy and interact with the baby
bump.
Warnings: mentions of morning sickness,
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anons who requested these! I hope you like them!
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Namjoon:
He’s so excited when you tell him, but also so scared. He worries a lot about being a
good dad, and being a good partner to you, but I think he lets those nerves motivate him
to be the best version of himself that he can be for the both of you.
He’s so unbelievably careful with you, bordering on fearful at times to even touch you,
though once you remind him that you’re not that fragile, he tries to ease up a bit.
Develops a sudden love for back hugs where he can support both you and them at the
same time, able to feel the subtle differences in your growing bump as they develop.
He finds himself talking to them a lot. Sometimes at night when he can’t get his mind to
quiet, he’ll ramble to them about different things while you sleep on, totally unaware.
He’s definitely a nervous planner, researching everything from different birthing
techniques to the shortest routes to the hospital to which brand of diapers are the best.
Refuses to let you do almost anything around the house as you get closer to your due
date and things get more difficult for you(tho you might have to follow him around
and talk him through everything, cause he’s kinda lost)
Super attentive to your every need, whether it’s looking after you during morning
sickness or tracking down any random cravings you might have.
Takes choosing the right name for them very seriously(but ends up picking their name in
moment when he’s holding them for the first time)
Sometimes you catch him just staring at you, as if he can’t really believe that this is
actually real, that you’re carrying his child.
Jimin:
When you told him you were going to be parents, he was so overwhelmed with joy, he
could not stop crying, just hugging you tightly and thanking you over and over.
Has a tendency to just sit and rest his hands or drum his fingers on your tummy, even
before your bump starts showing. It almost becomes a stem or self soothing thing for
him.
When they start kicking back whenever he does it though, he’s a crying mess all over
again.
Gives them cute nicknames like Lil Bean, Minmin, Moonlight.
He worries about you a lot, even if you’re not having any/many issues or difficulties, he
can’t help fussing over you constantly.
(Lowkey horrified by how much you have to go through during and after pregnancy and
thinks you’re one of the strongest people ever)
Tries to help you as much as possible as your belly gets bigger and things get more
difficult to do, whether that’s taking on more of the household chores or just tying your
shoes for you in the morning.
Kisses your bump everyday and tells them goodmorning/goodnight.
Likes to lay in bed with you at night talking to the both of you, making plans for all the
things you want to do together once they arrive(their first spring and going to see the
cherry blossoms, decorating your christmas tree together, etc)
you and jungkook found out you were having twins at your second appointment, and you both sat there frozen in shock. you weren’t sure if the both of you were exactly ready for one baby, let alone two. but jungkook couldn’t help but cry and assure you he would be there for all three of you, and that reassured you that everything would be fine
he told you he would be happy no matter the genders, but he can’t stop crying with happiness when he finds out he’s having two boys. he kissed your belly 38745x a day, telling his babies that he can’t wait to meet them
jungkook is secretly super nervous to be a dad, and he spends a lot of time with his own dad as he waits for his sons arrival, trying to learn as much as possible. he reads books and articles and watches shows about parenting because he wants to feel as prepared as possible so you can rely on him for anything
he absolutely loves that you need to buy two of everything. the two cribs, high chairs, prams - it all excites him so much and he wants to absolutely spoil his babies with two of every single toy he can find
jungkook’s favourite part of the day is when you both are ready to sleep in bed, and he holds his hand gently against your stomach, feeling his sons kick and move around
when you go into labour in the middle of the night, he jumps out of bed to pack every last minute thing and help you to the car, no matter the fact that he’s half-asleep. he hates that he can’t take any pain away, and he doesn’t want to leave your side for even a second
when jungkook meets your babies, he can’t help but cry when he sees their little faces and holds their little fingers in his. he thanks you a million times for giving him his beautiful sons
he documents the whole thing, capturing the moment he first gets skin-to-skin with his babies. it’s a sight you never want to forget - your husband sitting beside you, hair ruffled from sleep, two sleeping babies in his tattooed arms as he holds them tightly and whispers something only they could hear
jungkook is so proud to take them home to meet everyone, but he makes sure to take it slowly since you’re still recovering. he manages to take on every role possible - cleaning, cooking, diaper changing, bathing etc. not only that, but he makes it look easy
at first he joked about getting them mixed up, which he stopped when he actually nearly forgot which one he was holding when you left him alone for the first time with them. now he makes sure to differentiate them by the colours they wear
he introduces your babies to bam carefully, as his dog was super excited at their arrival. his sons take a liking to bam right away, which melts jungkook’s heart as he watches them attempt to pat the dog that’s 187383x their size
jungkook springs out of bed when they cry at night, and does his best to comfort both at once, rushing back and forth from crib to crib before you swoop in to help him
he sings to them all the time, which turns out to be the only way they can fall asleep at night. you find yourself in their room most nights, gently soothing your babies to sleep to the sound of their daddy’s voice
he loves to hold both of them in his arms when he does anything, which proves to be a challenge when he’s making bottles and their little feet kick around and milk spills all over the bench
he has to have one on each knee whenever he’s sitting anywhere, so he can bounce them gently and listen to them both giggle
jungkook tries so hard to make sure their first word is daddy. you have an unspoken competition, with both of you repeating your name to one baby in hopes one of them will repeat it back. you both can’t help but laugh when your son repeats ‘mama’ back to jungkook one day, but he still tears up at his sons first word.
first steps come soon after, with two little babies wobbling around the house. he keeps an eye on them even when he’s busy, and always swoops in just in time to pick them up before they go crashing into anything
he definitely cries at any milestone because he hates the fact that they’re growing so quickly, even when they’re only a few months old
jungkook is so reassuring as a husband too. he tells you often how good of a mother you are, and how well you’re doing. “i’m so lucky you’re the mother of my kids,” he’d tell you whenever you both got a moment of peace in your hectic days
jungkook is very passionate about finding hobbies for them at a young age. he takes them to taekwondo, dance, art lessons, drum lessons etc before they both find their passion for soccer
jungkook is their number one supporter and first row to all their games. all his member’s sons are on the same team so he loves that they get to catch up saturday mornings while watching their little ones play
he hates whenever they get hurt, however they’re tough like their daddy and even when they’re bleeding they get right back up to play, which makes jungkook proud (and you extremely worried)
that’s another thing about having jungkook’s sons - they take after him in so many ways. they’re super adventurous, wanting to try the scariest, tallest rides at amusement parks which jungkook gladly goes on while you hold your breath until the ride is finished
they are super curious about jungkook’s tattoos, asking about them and tracing them with their little fingers. he’s definitely the type of dad to get tattoos dedicated to his kids
jungkook doesn’t really like taking on the discipline role, which means you have to be the bad guy most of the time. he finds it so hard to be stern with his kids because his heart melts when he looks into their identical big doe eyes
he’s also not strict with school at all. as long as they do their best, he couldn’t really care about grades. jungkook loves to do the drop offs and pick ups and he makes friends with all of his son’s friends parents too
jungkook will drop anything he’s doing to be there for his kids. when he’s on tour and you call him from the hospital after your son hurts himself playing soccer, he’s on the next flight home to be by his side
he takes them out with him often, to parks and cafes and museums because he wants them to learn as much as possible. he takes them to busan often to see his family and so he can show them where their daddy grew up
jungkook would be eager for another baby pretty soon after, bc he knows his boys would be the best big brothers
overall, jungkook would centre his life around his kids, being the most perfect dad and making new fatherhood look like a breeze <3
Summary: The Kims take a trip to California to see Zelda's family, and Zelda and Zoro enjoy some time together in the rain.
There had always been a certain essence of home in southern California that Zelda couldn’t quite explain. She hadn’t even lived there during her childhood, and she’d left it nearly as soon as she’d turned eighteen, but something about it had always felt like home to her.
She wanted nothing more than for Zoro to experience that as well. He was barely four months old, but she was taking him home to see her family. It hadn’t really been something she’d planned to do, but she missed home, and her mother hadn’t seen much of the new grandson, so a trip was in order.
It was raining when she first stepped out of the airport, Tae a few paces behind her. Zoro was nearly asleep strapped to her chest, pacifier in his mouth. He, as always, had been extremely calm for most of the trip. Zelda had long discovered that he tended to stay in a good mood as long as he was in her or Tae’s arms. Today was no different.
He wasn’t very happy to be put into his carrier, though.
“Zoro,” Zelda cooed, nudging her finger into his mouth. “I’m here. Go back to sleep.”
He whimpered around her finger, but he relaxed a bit. She stroked her thumb over his forehead.
“Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
He made a small noise before shutting his eyes. It wasn’t long before he was sound asleep again.
Zelda’s parents’ house was about two hours from the airport, but it was by far the shortest part of their trip thus far. They lived in a town that wasn’t very small but not quite big either, and it wasn’t very far from the beach. Her parents had lived there for nearly fifteen years now, and it had been where Tae had proposed over two years ago now.
Zoro was awake again by the time they got there, and he would’ve been pitching a fit had Zelda not had her hand resting on his chest.
Her first order of business that afternoon was to take Zoro outside. It was merely sprinkling outside at that moment in time, and he loved the rain. She strapped him to her chest and took him into the backyard.
Zoro kicked his legs as the rain dotted his head softly.
“You like that?” She giggled, running her finger down the slope of his nose.
He cooed up at her. Rain was dripping down his nose now, but he didn’t seem to mind it. He simply stared up at her with a smile on his face.
She tapped his nose. “Hi, buddy. You enjoying the rain?”
He cooed, making her smile.
“You’re very happy this afternoon.”
This time he made a noise before grinning. She held her finger out in front of him, and he reached up to grab it. He brought it down in front of his face and stuck it in his mouth.
“You like my fingers, don’t you?”
He paid no mind to her question, instead simply leaning back against her and sucking on her finger. She smiled and wrapped her other arm around him.
“I’ve always loved the rain,” she told him. “It rained a lot in Chicago when I lived there. You’ll love the summer in Korea. It rains a lot then.”
She’d barely even been pregnant last summer. By the end of monsoon season, she’d only been three months pregnant, not even pregnant enough to feel him move yet. It was so odd to think about, especially now that he was wiggling in her arms instead of inside her. Those tiny legs of his liked to kick, and even now as he was sitting in the sling he was kicking.
“What are you doing with these tiny feet of yours?” she asked, wrapping her fingers around one of his feet.
He glanced up at her then, her finger slipping out of his mouth. She ran her finger along the bottom of his foot, making him squirm and giggle.
“Are you ticklish?” she asked, repeating the motion.
He kicked his foot, attempting to get rid of her hand. She pulled her hand from his grasp and grabbed his other foot then before pulling his legs out in front of him.
“Look at these chubby little legs.”
She stroked the bottom of both of his feet this time, and he kicked them again, giggling. She tapped the bottoms of his feet together.
“You’re so cute, Zoro, you know that?” she cooed, nuzzling her nose into the crown of his head.
Zoro responded in a babble of noises before cooing.
“Yeah, you know it, don’t you? Little cutie.” She kissed the top of his head.
The rain was coming down a bit harder now, so Zelda decided it was time to go inside. Zoro’s body couldn’t hold in heat as well as hers could, so she was sure he was starting to get cold.
Once the two of them were back upstairs, she took him out of the sling and laid him on the bed. He was quick to wiggle around and try to flip himself onto his stomach.
“Hey, you silly. Where are you going?”
He giggled. She returned a moment later with a towel to dry him off, rubbing his stomach playfully as she flipped him back onto his back.
“We need to dry you off, silly.”
She wiped the towel down his forehead, tapping his nose after doing so. He giggled again.
“Does that tickle?” she asked.
She wiped the top of his head this time, and then she dried his legs off. It was then that he shivered, letting out a tiny coo afterwards.
“Is it time to get into something warmer?”
He cooed again, sticking his fist in his mouth afterwards.
After digging through his clothing and picking out a onesie, she slipped his shoulders out of the one he was wearing before pulling it down. She tugged one of his arms out of it before holding it up in front of his face.
“There’s your arm!”
He giggled.
She pulled his other arm out, holding it in front of his face as well. He let out a loud laugh this time.
Once she’d pulled his onesie all the way off, she grabbed his arms and held them above his head before nuzzling her face into his belly. He laughed again and kicked his legs, kicking against her shoulders in the process.
She leaned over him again. “You’re silly.”
He grinned and cooed up at her.
“Yes, little sir, you’re silly. Now, should we get you into something warmer?”
She didn’t give him time to answer the question, instead pulling his legs up so she could slip the onesie underneath him. Then she slipped his legs into the bottom before sitting him up. He grinned and reached up to grab ahold of her nose.
She laughed. “Hi there.”
He cooed in response.
She tugged his arms through the onesie before laying him back down and zipping him up.
“There we go. All warm.”
She rubbed his belly, and he squirmed beneath her.
“Should we go find Appa now?“
All she got in response was another coo.
“Ok, let’s go find him.”
She scooped him up off the bed and settled him against her chest. He leaned against her immediately, cuddling into her.
“Are you tired, Zor?”
He blinked up at her, and she smiled. His sleep schedule had been completely screwed up by the plane ride and time change. He’d slept for quite a bit of the plane ride, and then he’d been awake besides his short nap in the car.
She ran her finger down his nose. “How about we put you in the wrap?”
She settled him back on the bed, much to Zoro’s discontent. He made a sound that was akin to a squawk.
“Hey, silly, I’m coming right back.”
He kicked his legs impatiently this time as she tied the baby wrap around her. She picked him up and slipped him into it a few moments later, and he was content again, nuzzling his face into her chest. She patted his back.
“That’s good, eh?”
He was still quite tiny, so carrying him against her chest was nearly no different than being pregnant with him had been, although this was better because his weight was higher on her body, and now she could kiss his tiny head.
His eyes had fluttered shut, and she rubbed his back.
“Don’t fall asleep yet, buddy. You need to eat still.”
She carried him downstairs, and he was nearly fully asleep by the time they got down there. She settled into the couch and untucked him from the wrap, making him whine. He was quiet a few moments later when he latched onto her nipple, though. She rubbed his back.
“Yeah, you’re hungry, aren’t you? It’s been a while since you ate.”
He hummed against her chest, his eyes fluttering shut again. She stroked her finger against his cheek.
Tae wandered into the room a few minutes later.
“Is he asleep again?” he asked as he sat down next to her, slinging his arm over her shoulders.
“Not yet. He’s dozing off, though.”
Tae rubbed Zoro’s head gently. Zoro’s eyes opened briefly, and he smiled.
“Hi, Zor.” Tae smiled. “He’s tired.”
“Yeah. He had fun in the rain, though.”
“Did he?” Tae chuckled. “Just like his Mama.”
She smiled and leaned against him, shifting Zoro with her.
“I think it’s about time to go to bed.”
“You think so?” he asked.
“Yep. This one’s tired and so am I,” she replied, tapping Zoro’s cheek.
He hummed. “It’s been a long day…or two.”
She nodded.
Zelda’s intent had been to spend some time with her mom that evening, but she’d ended up saying goodnight only a few minutes after she’d gone downstairs. She’d kept Zoro tucked to her chest, not wanting to disturb him again even though he was no longer nursing. He’d had a long day, and it was clear it had exhausted him.
He very happily cuddled against her chest once they were in bed.
“Little Zoro is tired, isn’t he?” Tae asked, rubbing his back gently.
Zoro barely reacted, clearly ready to be asleep.
Tae chuckled. “All right. Goodnight.”
Zelda smiled. “Goodnight, Tae.”
“Goodnight, darling.”
This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here
A/N: I was supposed to post this on January 13th :) I am so sorry everyone
It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!
(A/N: For the person requesting Yoongi to be braiding either his wife's or his daughter's hair! I hope you like it, let me know what you think! Feedback is appreciated!)
Growing up, you had this habit of staring at yourself in the mirror and trying to picture yourself older. You would always wonder how your hair would look, if it would be less frizzy. Would you skin be clear, would your cheeks be as squishy as they were at the time? You couldn't ever picture yourself past the age of 20 or so, wondering what your future would look like. The idea of being past your teens was so difficult to swallow, let alone picturing yourself married or something.
Being married was such a distant prospect, something an older person would do- never you.
You stared at yourself in the mirror now, wondering if you looked like the type of person who would be married with a kid. You still looked like yourself, maybe with less fluff to your cheeks, but it was still you.
"Did you wake up Da-eun?" Yoongi mumbled, stumbling into the bathroom behind you, still half asleep.
You laughed, taking in his sleepy appearance. Hair sticking up in the front and flattened in the back, mouth pulled into a lazy pout- Your husband didn't really enjoy waking up this early in the morning. The sun was barely beginning to rise, this was the time he'd go to bed before he met you. But you liked this, getting to go to bed with him, having him hold you as you fell asleep. Yoongi made it a point to always spend the night at your side if he wasn't traveling, but it was rare for him to wake up at the same time. He slipped his hand under his shirt and rubbed his torso slowly, tilting his head to the side and opening his eyes fully to look at you when you didn't respond immediately.
"I was about to," You offered, thinking of your sleeping daughter in the next room.
"Don't- I'll do it." He said quickly, grabbing his toothbrush. "I never get to wake her up in the mornings."
"You're usually sleeping, or working." You reasoned, leaning against the bathroom countertop as he brushed his teeth. You braided your hair back neatly as you always did, finding loose strands around your face bothersome.
He looked at you out of the side of his eye and shrugged, a sheepish smile working around the toothbrush in his mouth before he knocked hips with you. You laughed, adjusting your footing so you didn't get jostled by him. You leaned your cheek against his shoulder for a moment, staring at him in the mirror. Yoongi didn't look any different from when you two had first met- nothing about either of you screamed 'married' other than the matching silver bands on both of your ring fingers. No, you both were the same, instead now you had a little girl to raise together.
You wondered if the younger version of yourself would recognize you now. Whatever opinion they would have about you, they'd love Yoongi. You were sure that every version of you in any parallel universe loves any version of Yoongi.
"I'm gonna go make some coffee," You mumbled, squeezing a hand around Yoongi in a sort of makeshift one armed hug and went on your way, leaving him to wake Da-eun up.
You made yourself busy and wandered back to Da-eun's bedroom when you had a coffee for Yoongi in hand- all black decaf americano, because he claimed his obsession with caffeine had faded and been replaced by an obsession for the finer things in life: Da-eun. He said she was enough energy for him, that there was no need for caffeine now that he had her, which you rolled your eyes at, wondering how the boy who had attracted you by the sharpness of his tongue had gotten so soft.
You stopped yourself in the doorway, spotting Yoongi sat on the edge of Da-eun's bed, a concentrated look on his face with his tongue sticking out slightly between pursed lips. His brow was furrowed, eyes intense and dialed in. Your own eyes dragged down to what he was so focused on, spotting your daughter with a sleepy smile on her face, eyes closed while her appa carefully braided her hair into two plaits. She had her father's face, same doll nose, same cat-like eyes, rose bud lips. She was adorable and as much as you wished she was your twin, she was her father, through and through. You leaned against the doorway, watching him work his fingers through her hair carefully, silently, with a delicate touch you had only seen him reserve for her.
"Hair tie." Yoongi mumbled, prompting Da-eun to wordlessly hold up a bright pink elastic. He wrapped it at the bottom of her plait carefully, mindfully avoiding snagging her hair or pulling too tightly. He leaned back and smiled, admiring his work before smoothing down her hair gently, "Done- show eomma."
Da-eun opened her eyes and nodded, jumping up immediately and hugging Yoongi. You smiled and ignored the way your heart melted at the sight, wanting to race over and hug the both of them endlessly. Yoongi spotted you over her shoulder, scrunching his nose slightly as he smiled happily, "Did I do a good job?"
"Perfect," You nodded, walking over to sit beside him on the bed. You handed him his coffee as Da-eun moved to your lap, wrapping her arms around you instinctively. "I usually just leave her hair down, the braids are cute."
"Matches her eomma," Yoongi said softly, smoothing his hand down your braid the same way he had just done to Da-eun. "My pretty girls."
You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks pink up slightly.
When you were younger, you couldn't ever picture yourself older because you didn't really ever think you'd make it here. You thought that you'd be stuck as a child forever, never graduating to the next level of maturity. It was hard to picture loving yourself, let alone someone else loving you. Your future used to be one big grey blur, and if you had placed bets, your present definitely wouldn't have been a contender.
"What do you want for breakfast, aein?"
You shrugged and smiled at him, willing to eat anything he cooked for you.
Maybe you wouldn't have been able to predict that one day, you'd be married to a very sweet, very beautiful man who would raise the cutest, most pure ball of love that was currently cuddling into your side, but maybe that was because this kind of thing couldn't really be predicted.
⟶ summary: Kim Seokjin is your drop dead gorgeous neighbor across the hall. One night after too many drinks, he helps make sure you're taken care of and safe. But the next morning, he has a proposition for you, and who are you to turn it down?
pairing: dad(dilf?)!Seokjin x female reader
rating: 18+
genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors!au friends with benefits, dad!bts, slice of life
warnings: Mention of vomit, drinking alcohol
explicit sexual content: smut in the forms of; kissing (lots of it), fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (thats a no no please wrap it up), different positions, lots and lots of dirty talk, Jin has a big dick, multiple orgasms
word count: 9.7k
banner: by me ☺️
A/N: hello my loves! i really hope everyone will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is my baby and so are these characters. There will likely be about 8 parts to this series, so please look out for more to come! Feedback would be really awesome!
Also shoutout to the wonderful people who beta read this for me, @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles who always listens to me ramble my ideas and lets me whine about actually having to write in order for something to get done. @chim-chim-in-ie for somehow always being able to read my mind when I’m trying to talk things out and always cheering me on. And finally to @nightshadevinter for looking over things for me and really helping me feel confident enough to post this!
God, you wished you could remember how you had gotten so drunk…or why you drank 6 cosmopolitans. It was your friends birthday and yet, here you were stumbling off the elevator of your apartment building towards your door.
The guy driving the Uber had to wake you up several times on the way home. Lucky for you, he was a very sweet and understanding gentleman who at least got you into the lobby of your apartment building before he left you. You managed to get into the elevator, even though your legs felt like they were full of concrete.
Wearing heels was yet another mistake you had made that evening. You were so excited to get dressed up and have a fancy night out with your friends that you hadn’t considered the consequences beforehand.
Your shoes were ruined. You had definitely thrown up outside the bar before the car picked you up and your shoes took the brunt of it. You whined to yourself as you pulled them off your feet and tossed them by your door in the hallway. You tried to pull down your dress that was bunching on your thighs and start digging for your keys in your purse while still keeping your balance. The world literally felt like it was turning sideways.
You tried to no avail to dig your keys from your purse, throwing some of the contents around onto the floor. Receipts and gum wrappers strewn all around you as you started to get blubbery.
“Goddammit. Why is this happening to me!?” You threw yourself down onto the floor, not caring how unsanitary it might be. You stared at the ceiling, hoping that this was some kind of nightmare and you were going to wake up inside your warm apartment with your plants and your beta fish any moment now.
Just as you’re about to lose consciousness and fall asleep in the hallway of your apartment building, an absolute mess on the floor, you hear the dinging of the elevator, signaling someone is about to see the aftermath of your epic breakdown.
You sit up too fast, your head spinning again, making your fumble as you pull down your dress and start scrambling around to pick up all of your shit from the floor. You look up when the doors open to the elevator. It’s exactly who you didn’t want it to be, of course it is.
Your very attractive neighbor from across the hall, Kim Seokjin, with his sleepy son in his arms steps into the hallway, pausing when he makes eye contact with you on the floor. To say you were mortified was the understatement of the year.
“Shit.” You mumble to yourself, grabbing your purse and attempting to stand up, failing twice before you actually get to your feet.
“What’s wrong with that lady, daddy?” The sleepy little boy says as he raises his head from his fathers shoulder. You move to stand against your door, looking at the two of them wide eyed.
“I think she just needs a little help, buddy.” Jin presses his sons head back into his shoulder and then brings his eyes back to you. “Stay there for a moment?” He says.
“I’m okay…you don’t have to…” You look down at your crumpled dress and bare feet, knowing you’re not being very convincing.
“Stay.” He says once more, smiling gently before he turns around and unlocks his own door, shutting it quietly behind him.
It takes awhile, and you desperately search for your keys again in hopes that you’ll find them before he returns. You hope that by some miracle you never run into him again. But to your dismay, Jin returns to the hallway while you’re searching.
“Could I take a look?” He comes to stand next to you, putting his hand out for your bag. You sigh, feeling more tears form in your eyes as you hand him the bag.
“I think i must’ve left them inside.” You sniffle, attempting to wipe some of the eyeliner off your face but likely making it worse. Jin smiles, opening the different zippers and looking through the pockets for your keys. After a moment, he pulls them from the side pocket and jingles them in front of your face.
“Master of keys.” He says, trying to make you laugh but you only start crying harder when you see the keys.
“Why did I drink so much? This is the worst possible night…I’m so sorry…you don’t have to help me anymore…I….I…” You sob and sniffle and Jin steps around you to unlock your door for you.
“What did you drink that got you in such a state?” He asks, putting the keys back in your bag.
“Cosmopolitans.” You almost gag when you say the word and Jin immediately looks worried at your distress.
“Alright then, Cosmo. Let’s get you inside and into bed.” He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder while opening your door for you to enter.
“What if you come in here and rob me? Or steal my underwear?” You stumble forward but don’t stop him when he comes in behind you. Jin laughs, holding you steady.
“I’ve got no need for your underwear, I promise.” He sits your bag down on your entryway table and leads you towards your room.
You stare at his side profile as he leads you down the hall. Perfect nose. Perfect jaw. Perfectly shaped mouth with pouty lips. He was fucking stunning. You knew that he was, he had lived across the hall from you for six months. But you hadn’t seen him this close up. And right now his dark brown hair looked so soft your drunk brain was tempted to reach out and touch it.
“You’re so hot.” You accidentally say it out loud not even realizing what you’ve said until he’s smiling down at you as he maneuvers you to sit on your bed. You slap your hand over your mouth.
“Is that so?” He teases, leaving you on your bed to walk into your bathroom.
“I’m really sorry…that wasn’t supposed to come out.” Your cheeks are so flaming hot they burn to touch.
“Relax, Cosmo. I’m not offended.” Jin says as he emerges from your bathroom with a wet washcloth in his hand.
“Oh you don’t have-“ You start to say, but Jin merely stoops down in front of you, making your breath catch when he’s face to face with you.
“Be good, and let me help you.” He says quietly, the smallest bit of authority in his voice making you clench your legs together. You don’t dare try to speak, just nod your head in agreement.
Jin brings the warm washcloth up to your face and starts wiping beneath your eyes to get the smudged makeup. Once that’s done, he gently wipes your forehead and then around your lips. You can feel your eyelashes flutter closed from how good it feels to have him do this.
“Perfect.” He whispers, making your eyes come back open slowly, taking you a moment to refocus your eyes on his handsome face.
“Thank you.” You aren’t even sure if he could hear you say it, but his close proximity is making you feel dizzy. Or maybe it’s the booze.
“Take your clothes off, I’ll throw them in the laundry for you.” He says, standing up and breaking eye contact.
“I’m not changing in front of you.” You’re suddenly aware that he’s actually in your apartment and it isn’t some dream. “You should probably go.”
“You puked on your dress…and your hair.” Jin says as he looks at the top of your head. “Go shower and throw your clothes out here. I won’t have to see you naked, Cosmo.” He stands and looks at you expectantly.
“Fine.” You pout, standing up carefully but still wobbling on your baby deer legs. Jin puts his hand under your arm again and walks with you to the door of your bathroom.
“This seems like a lot of trouble for someone to go through for their drunken neighbor. Won’t your son be missing you?” You walk into the bathroom, the cold tiles giving you goosebumps when your bare feet touch them.
“He’s asleep. I had to go pick him up from his moms because he didn’t want to stay. Hence my late arrival home.” Jin leans against the door frame and watches you turn the shower on. “And I’d rather make sure you’re okay than find out you drowned in your own vomit.”
“Gee, thanks.” You roll your eyes, making him laugh.
“Throw the puke dress out here, Cosmo. I’ll let myself out after that.” Jin puts his hand on the door knob and starts to close the door.
“Wait…” You stop the door. “You know that my name isn't actually Cosmo, right?”
“Yes. We’ve been neighbors for six months, I know your name.” He leans on the door frame again, arm above his head as he looks down at you.
“We never talk…I wasn’t sure.” You clear your throat, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth nervously. Why does he have to look at you that way? “Could you maybe help me get this thing off?” You motion down towards your dress, knowing how difficult it was to put on 6 hours ago, you can only imagine the task now.
“Does it have a zipper?” Jin comes back into the bathroom, a soft smile on his face.
“No, I need to pull it over my head. Can you…close your eyes and pull it off?” You look at him apologetically.
“Alright. Arms up.” Jin steps up to you and closes his eyes. “Just put my hands where they need to go.”
You take a second to look at his face again. Pretty eyelashes casting shadows beneath his eyes. Dark brown hair covering his forehead, slightly messed from the long night he’s likely had. It makes you feel badly that he’s helping you.
“Still there, Cosmo?” Jin breaks your thoughts but keeps his eyes closed.
“Sorry.” You reach out and take his hands, guiding them down to the hem of your dress, breath hitching when his fingers brush over the skin of your thighs. “Okay.”
Jin grips the material and starts to pull it up your body. You lift your arms and hold your breath until the dress gets stuck around your head.
“What’s happening? Why won’t it come off?” Jin pulls a little harder but it won’t budge. Your arms are tangled and you can’t see a thing with the dress covering your face.
“I don’t know why this happens. I hoped it wouldn’t if you helped.” You try to pull it over your head but end up tangled more. The two of you bumping into each other and stumbling around your bathroom.
“What kind of demon dress is this?” Jin yanks it up once more, and the dress comes flying off, sending you stumbling back against your vanity and knocking everything off of it in the process. Jin loses his balance, but manages to grab onto the door frame to stay up right.
“Shit. I’m so sorry.” You go to reach for him before you realize that you’re standing there in nothing but a pair of underwear. “Oh my god!” You screech, arms flying up to cover your breasts while Jin laughs hysterically.
“I didn’t see anything, I swear.” He tries to say between his windshield wiper sounding laughs. You would probably enjoy the sound of it if you weren’t almost naked.
“I think I’m going to get sick again.” You’re so embarrassed that it’s making you nauseous.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll just take your dress and put it in the laundry for you.” He folds your dress up in his hands and starts to leave.
“Jin?” You keep your arms over your chest but you step closer to him. “Thank you…for helping me.”
“Take a shower. Get some sleep. I’m sure I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He shoots you a quick wink before he’s closing the bathroom door and you’re left standing there with a ridiculous look on your face.
You manage to get yourself into the shower, washing your hair twice just to make sure there was no way there could be puke left in it. You can’t stop thinking about the insane encounter with your extremely attractive neighbor that just happened. That was just the wildest thing that could have happened. You’re never drinking again.
Feeling at least a bit more sober when you get out of the shower, you walk out into your bedroom wrapped in a towel, peeking around the corners to see if he’s still there. You reach the kitchen and Jin appears to have kept his word and let himself out of your apartment. Though you aren’t sure what he’s done with the puke dress, since the laundry room for the apartment building is downstairs.
You see a note stuck to your front door and make your way over to it. Jin must have managed to find your pad of sticky notes in the kitchen. You pluck it from the door.
Cosmo,
If you ever want to see your dress again, you’ll have to come over for breakfast. See you then.
Breakfast? He wants you to come over for breakfast? Wouldn’t his son be there? Won’t that be weird? Oh god you can’t deal with this right now. You crumple the note and toss it somewhere into your apartment before making your way back to your bedroom. You fall asleep…or pass out…in your towel, wet hair and all.
When you peel your eyes open the next morning, your head pounds and your vision is blurry. Your towel had come undone at some point in the night and you were sprawled out completely naked across your sheets.
“Fuck my life.” You sit up, grabbing a tshirt and some sleep shorts from your closet. You got dressed very carefully, then made your way into the kitchen.
You wanted to remember more than you did. Only bits and pieces of the night managed to make their way into your memory. But when you turn to grab your coffee maker you see a crumpled piece of paper lying next to it, your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion before picking it and unfolding it.
Cosmo,
If you ever want to see your dress again, you’ll have to come over for breakfast. See you then.
Shit.
Fuck. Fuck. You had almost forgotten the hot dad across the hall had taken care of your stupid drunk ass last night. You throw yourself over the countertop, your top half lying across it as you whine and stomp your feet, screeching into the granite.
You make a run for the bathroom, looking in the mirror at your rats nest of hair sticking out in every direction. You try to no avail to smooth it out but falling asleep with it wet has made that impossible. You grab a hair tie, throwing your messy hair on top of your head before bending down to splash water on your clammy skin.
You stop at your closet again, throwing some slides onto your feet and making your way back to your front door. You can’t breathe, there’s no point in trying to catch it, so instead, you walk out of your apartment and take the few steps across the hall, knocking on Jin's door.
“You can come in!” You hear Jin's voice shout from inside the apartment. You hesitate a moment, but open the door and step inside.
Once the door clicks shut, you look around the entryway to see two coat hooks holding one very small jacket and one very big jacket. There’s also an alpaca shaped little backpack hanging there as well and it makes you smile. But down to the left, sitting on the entryway table, was your dress from last night, folded neatly with your heels that you had worn sitting next to them. Your shoes had been cleaned and your dress had gone through the laundry. You could barely believe that someone would do that for you, let alone someone who hardly knew you.
The further you walk into the apartment the more your sense of smell starts to pick up on the food that is being cooked in the kitchen. It smells so good that your stomach starts rumbling.
“Jin?” You say as you approach the kitchen.
“Morning, Cosmo.” Jin smiles at you from the kitchen island where he appears to be serving his son some food. The little boy turns around on the tall stool and looks at you. You freeze.
“Your name is Cosmo? That’s the coolest name ever!” The little boy smiles, the same smile as his dad who stands behind him. So very endearing.
“I guess you could call me that.” You say, glaring at Jin who only smiles wider.
“Breakfast?” Jin asks, turning to grab another plate from the cabinet.
“I really don’t want you to go through any trouble…you did a lot last night.” You fold your hands behind your back.
“We have plenty of food, don’t we, Songho?” Jin ruffles his son's hair and makes him giggle.
“You can sit by me Cosmo! Right here!” Songho points to the stool next to him excitedly. You’ve never seen such an adorable child and you can’t help but to join him at the kitchen island.
“It’s nice to meet you, Songho.” You tell him as you sit and watch Jin pile food onto your plate. There’s rice, ribs, kimchi, and soup set out. It isn’t what you would typically eat for breakfast, but you know that Jin is from South Korea, even if that’s the only thing that you know.
“Appa is the best cook! Try it.” Songho bounces excitedly on his stool when Jin sits the food down in front of you.
“Is he now?” You ask, looking across the kitchen island and meeting Jin's eyes, his cheeks get a little pink and so do the tops of his ears but he smiles at his son.
“Eat up, buddy. I need to get you back to mommy’s house.” Jin looks a little sad as he says the words.
“Do I have to go back to mommy’s?” Songho pouts his bottom lip, stirring his spoon into his soup.
“It’s her weekend to see you, Songho. I only came to get you last night because mommy said you were upset.” Jin watches you from the corner of his eye, hoping you won’t run for the hills. You give him a small, reassuring smile.
“Okay, Appa.” Songho pouted a little more but went back to eating his food. You wanted to pat his head but you resisted. This child barely knew you.
“Would you mind hanging out here while I take him back? I wanted to ask you something.” Jin says to you, catching you mid bite into a short rib.
“You can’t tell me now?” You ask, a little wide eyed and worried. Jin just shakes his head ‘no’ and nods towards Songho. Oh. “Yeah…I suppose I could wait.”
“Great. Shouldn’t be long.” Jin takes one last bite and then comes around to your side of the kitchen island, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You have my permission to snoop through whatever you like, Cosmo.”
You almost choke on your food, turning to look at him. He merely winks.
“Say goodbye to Cosmo, Songho.” Jin helps his son down from the tall stool and Songho comes to stand right in front of you, sweet smile on his face.
“Bye bye Cosmo! Come to our house for breakfast again, okay?” He waves his little hand at you, and you aren’t sure you could ever tell this child no.
“I’m sure I’ll see you soon, Songho.” You wave back, and the little boy giggles before skipping his way towards the entryway. Jin stops and turns to you once more.
“I hope you’ll be here when I get back.” He rubs at the back of his neck and looks you over. “Cute sleep shorts by the way.” He teases. You roll your eyes.
“I’ll be here…purely out of curiosity. Not because I want to snoop through my neighbors' things.” You tell him, hoping he takes you seriously.
“Come on, daddy!” Songho says from the entryway. Jin looks over at him fondly then back at you.
“Stay. Please.” He smiles gently and you nod as he goes to help Songho put on his coat and backpack.
When the door clicks shut, you release the longest breath you’ve ever held. Were you holding it the entire time? You stand up from the stool you were perched on and look at the dishes sitting on the counter and scattered about the kitchen. Of course you probably shouldn’t, but because of the person you are, you start gathering the dishes up. You rinse a few things in the sink and load it all into the dishwasher, searching the cabinets until you find the dish detergent and start it up.
You were just helping out a neighbor…or friend right? It didn’t mean anything that you did his dishes for him. As a dad, you’re sure he would appreciate not having to do them. You sighed, walking out into the living room to look around, but certainly not snoop.
His apartment was cozy. Of course the layout was the same as yours, but his taste was obviously much different. There were lots of pictures of Songho hung on the walls and on the mantle. Baby pictures, toddler pictures and all the way until now. He’s smiling so big in every one, but especially in the ones where Jin is in it with him. They really do look so much alike.
There’s a bookcase filled with books, the bottom two shelves reserved for songho. They must read together a lot, you can’t help but smile at that.
Jin must also really love the color pink. All of his throw pillows have some sort of pink floral design on them, the accent chair in the corner covered in pink stripes, it’s endearing and makes you smile again. Why are you smiling so much?
You wish that you knew how long he was going to take. It feels strange just sitting in his apartment when you don’t really know each other, but your curiosity really has gotten the better of you, and you want to know what he wants to ask you, even though you can’t imagine what it could possibly be.
You start making yourself comfortable on the couch, flopping down on your back and tossing your arms above your head. Staring up at the ceiling always seems to be what you do when you overthink something, which is exactly what you’re doing in this situation. While you’re overthinking, your eyes start to feel heavy and eventually fall shut when you can't fight them open any longer.
“Cosmo.” Jin’s voice sounds very far away, not sure you’ve actually heard it. “Wake up.” This time you know you heard it, and you force your eyes to open.
“Hmm? You’re back?” You stretch your arms, letting your eyes adjust and focus on his face. He’s sitting on the edge of the couch next to your hip, looking down at you.
“I thought about letting you sleep, but I thought you would be upset if I did.” Jin puts his hand out and you take it, letting him help you sit up.
“You may have been correct.” You rub the sleep from your face and then bring your attention back to him. “What did you want to ask me?”
“Want to get straight to the point then, yeah?” He smiles nervously, his ears turning pink again. You sigh.
“Jin.” You look at him expectantly and he puts his hands up in surrender.
“Okay then, Cosmo.” Jin thinks it over for a moment, wondering the best way to say it. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Proposition?” You’re more confused than ever. “Do you need a babysitter or something?” Jin laughs when you say the last part.
“No, not babysitting. Something between me and you…something we both might want.” Jin's whole neck is turning pink now.
“Please just come out with it. The guessing game and riddles are too much.” You fold your arms over your chest.
“Do you want to have sex…with me?” He lets out an exasperated breathy laugh. You look at him dumbfounded. “Casually…no strings attached…no titles…just sex between friends.”
“You want me to be your fuck buddy?” It just falls from your mouth before you can stop it. Jin looks more scared than ever.
“When you say it like that it sounds awful. I just…I can’t have a serious relationship…I can’t imagine dating or explaining a girlfriend to my son. He always comes first…and I need something that allows that to happen.” Jin looks at you sincerely, full lips slightly parted and eyes on you.
“Why me?” It’s the only question you can think to ask right now.
“I mean…you’re right across the hall…you already know about Songho and he knows about you, he thinks we’re friends and we could keep it that way.” Jin runs his hand through his hair before resting his elbows on his knees.
“Are you…even attracted to me? Or is it just convenient?” You can’t believe you’re even considering this, but you are.
“Of course I’m attracted to you, Cosmo. But is the convenience of it all really such a bad thing? I’ve never seen you bring anyone home, and doing this would mean you have me whenever you want me as long as Songho isn’t here.” Jin scoots closer to you, invading your space a bit.
“But when he’s home, no fooling around?” You really are considering this…
“Exactly. We can do…friend things when he’s around. Watch movies or something, ya know? And of course you don’t even have to hang out with me at all. I don’t want this to stop you from finding someone, after all.” His hand has made its way to rest on your leg, his thumb soothing along the indentation of your knee cap.
“I don’t think I would mind hanging out with Songho…he’s great.” You feel ridiculous. Smiling at a time like this.
“So it’s the little Kim that’s caught your eye?” Jin teases and you playfully smack his shoulder. “Does that mean you want to try?”
“I don’t know, Jin. It’s such a bizarre thing. You were cleaning up my vomit last night and now you want to have sex with me? Regularly?” You shake your head with disbelief.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Cosmo.” His words are gentle, and so is the hand that reaches up and brushes your hair away from your face.
“What if we don’t like it? I mean you might hate having sex with me.”
“Do you want to try and find out?” He says it so casually it takes your breath away.
“Now?” You almost choke on the word.
“Songho isn’t here, I’m all yours.” He scoots a little closer and you clench your legs shut.
“Shit. I can’t think straight.” You take a deep breath, looking over to him again. “Maybe…maybe we should kiss and see what happens?”
“Okay, Cosmo. Whenever you’re ready, you can kiss me.” Jin watches you carefully, but waits patiently.
You can feel your hands shaking with nerves. How did you manage to get here? Sitting in front of this beautiful man with an offer like this one? Maybe you should feel offended…maybe you should feel badly in some way…but you don’t. Because you know that you would take whatever little piece of him he was willing to give you. All these months just admiring him from a distance and now he’s right in front of you.
With shaky fingers and a shaky breath you reach up and press your fingertips to the side of his face, running them along his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek. Jin let’s his eyes fall shut, and that’s when you take the opportunity to lean forward and press your lips against his.
Unsure lips meet the softness of his full ones, just barely brushing over them, featherlight.
“More.” He says against your mouth, making your breath shake again. It’s not a demand, it’s a plea.
You carefully slot your lips with his, adding more pressure. Jin starts moving his own lips in sync with yours, quiet smacking sounds beginning to fill and take over your mind. His lips taste so good, a taste you can’t even explain but is completely all his. So good that you want more, your tongue curiously prodding at the seam of his lips.
Jin doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth to you and let your tongue explore. It’s so gentle and so sweet, tongues languidly tangling together. You can feel his uneven breath as it falls against your mouth, you can tell that his hands are itching to touch you.
Kissing him this way is overwhelming. He’s invaded every sense that you have, and when he gets impatient, the palms of his hands slide beneath your ass on the couch and scoop you up to straddle his lap. You squeal against his lips in surprise and he smiles into the kiss.
“Needed to touch you, Cosmo.” His big hands caress your ass cheeks a few times, sliding up and resting on your lower back. “So soft.” He hums against your mouth.
“What else…what else do you want to do?” You say between swipes of his tongue. Jin stops kissing you, making you whine a little as you chase after his lips.
“We have a lot of time.” He kisses your lips once, then kisses your cheek, down your jaw until he reaches your neck, where he starts to suck gently on your sensitive skin. “But maybe before we go any further, I should go grab condoms?” It’s a question, like he isn’t sure if that’s what you want.
“I’m on birth control…we don’t have to use them.” You’re already starting to ache between your legs at the thought of him cumming inside you.
“I want to do whatever you’re comfortable with, Y/N.” He says your real name, so he must be serious. The look on his face says the same.
“I…trust you. That might make me an idiot, I’m not sure.” You laugh quietly, nervously messing with your hair.
“I trust you too.” Jin leans forward and kisses your cheek, your noses brushing when you turn your head. He smiles sweetly, diving back in to kiss along your throat after being satisfied enough with your birth control answer.
“Oh.” It comes out breathy and your hands slide into his hair. It’s even softer than you imagined it would be.
“Can I take this off?” Eager fingers kneed at the exposed skin of your lower back, where he has started pushing up your sleep shirt. Maybe you should feel nervous about him seeing you naked but that feeling doesn’t come, so you nod in agreement.
Jin bunches the material into his fingers and glides them up your sides and you instinctively lift your arms above your head so he can pull it all the way off. The white cotton material slips from his fingers and onto the floor next to the couch.
Dark chocolatey eyes scan up from your midsection until they fall on your naked breasts. You hadn’t taken the time to throw on a bra before you came over here and looking back now, you’re almost glad that you didn’t. Jin's fingers come back to your skin, breaking you from your wandering thoughts.
“Been thinking about these for awhile.” His hands slide up your stomach until they’re cupped beneath your breasts and he squeezes gently. Your head falls back for a moment, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as he continues to knead your flesh. “They did not disappoint.” He pinches one of your nipples between his fingers and the sound that leaves you next is a mix of a laugh from his previous statement and a very desperate moan. “Fuck, I like that sound. Come here.”
One of his palms slides around to your back and flattens against it, beckoning you forward so that his plush lips can wrap around the unattended nipple. Your hips can no longer stay still when he starts to use his tongue, switching between deep sucks and wet licks against the pert bud. You grind down against his crotch, feeling how hard he’s become for the first time. And from what you can tell, Jin is not the slightest bit small.
“Too many clothes.” Your hands fall from his hair to his broad shoulders, grasping desperately at the material of his shirt, wanting it off of him immediately. Jin takes your hint, reaches behind him and pulls his shirt off.
You take a moment before kissing him again to appreciate the body that he’s always hiding beneath big tshirts and loose fitted clothing. His chest was so broad as it melted into his shoulders, hard muscles leading down to his stomach that was the slightest bit soft as you ran your fingers over it. You want to memorize all the dips and curves and beauty marks that dotted his skin. And more than anything, you wanted to lean down and kiss every inch of him.
Perhaps you were staring too long though, because while you’re completely captivated you see his hands come into your vision and try to cover himself a little, his neck getting a bit flushed again.
“I haven’t had someone look at me that way…in a long time.” He laughs nervously, and your brow knits in confusion.
“You’re…really beautiful, Jin.” You feel your cheeks heat, but you didn’t want him to feel like he was less than beautiful. “It’s okay.” You take his hands in yours and move them above his head pinning them to the back of the couch.
“Kiss me at least.” He breathes, leaning forward to chase after your lips. You smile at the way he puckers his lips, but can’t seem to deny him anything. Your lips meet his halfway, making him hum in approval at the feeling.
Eventually he works his hands out of yours, still pinned to the couch so he can bring them back to your body. They rest on your hips momentarily while he debates with himself if he should slip them beneath your shorts. When you grab his wrist and move it to where it slips under the band of the flimsy shorts, he smiles against your mouth and moves his fingers to grip at your ass, rolling you down onto his straining cock still confined in his jeans. It makes you whimper into his mouth and sets something off in your brain.
Your hands move down his chest and over his stomach until they reach the button of his jeans, popping it open and pulling the denim apart until the zipper slides down as well. Nervous fingers slip inside to touch his cock over the material of his boxers. Jin groans and lifts his hips up into your hand. You explore the length of him, feeling how thick and long he is and it makes every muscle in your stomach and pussy clench.
“So…big.” You say between kisses. Jin laughs quietly, fingers sliding into your hair.
“Inflating my ego so soon, aegiya?” Jin moans and lifts his hips again when you continue to palm him over his boxers.
“Aegiya?” You ask, still seeking out his lips.
“It’s baby…in Korean.” His hands move back down to start pushing your shorts over the globes of your ass.
“Calling me such endearing nicknames when we’re fucking so casually?” You tease, squeezing your hand around him.
“Mmm. Touché, Cosmo. Guess it slipped out.” His cheeks are pink, but his hands are on a mission, slipping the shorts down a little further. “Can I put my fingers here?” Long fingers ghost over the soaking lips of your pussy and you flinch a little at the feeling. It really has been awhile.
“Please.” Your eyes fall shut and head falls back when he slips one finger through your folds, but not slipping inside just yet.
“So wet.” He groans against your neck, tongue laving at your pulse point. He continues that torturous teasing, not quite dipping his finger inside you where you want him until you grab ahold of his wrist, pushing his hand down towards your entrance where you want him. “Needy to get me here?” Jins long middle finger finally breeches you, pushing inside to his last knuckle, slowly petting at your walls.
“Another one…another finger please.” Your voice is desperate and you can feel the thin sheen of sweat start to form on your skin. Hips pushing down, trying to get more of him inside you.
“Tell me something first…” His mouth swallows one of your nipples again before he continues his sentence, sucking long and hard, your hands flying back into his hair at the sensation. “What are you looking forward to more? My tongue tasting you or my cock filling this pretty pussy to the brim?” A second finger joins the other, moans of his name falling from your lips. It would appear this sweet, loving dad has a filthy mouth. “I’m going to need an answer, Cosmo.”
“Fuck…your cock. Really, really want it.” You hardly recognize the sound of your own voice, it’s filled with so much lust and desire.
“I want to be inside you…fuck I do.” Jin swallows thickly as he watches you writhe on his fingers. “But I’m going to make you cum on my tongue first.” His fingers suddenly slip from your body, making you whine at the loss. Jin grabs your hips, attaching his lips back to yours before he moves you around and presses your back into the couch.
He kisses you another minute, soft and slow. It was such a contrast to the way he was making you feel a moment ago, but you drink in the feeling of his lips anyways. Jin sits up, grabbing your shorts and pulling them off the rest of the way, tossing them so that they land on that pink striped chair in the corner of the room.
You can barely breathe, you're so turned on, but watching Jin slide down your body, eyes never leaving yours was almost your undoing. His lips find the inside of one of your thighs, teeth nipping and leaving tiny red marks in their wake.
That magical tongue didn’t make you wait long, finding it’s way into your folds and licking up any bit of arousal it could find. Jin moaned at the taste of you, diving deeper with his tongue and making you see stars. You tried to sit up for a minute, eyes meeting his again just as he pulled your clit between his lips and sucked. You fall back against the couch, back arching off the leather material, hands grasping at nothing.
“Love my tongue don't you, sweetheart?” He slips it in circles around your clit and you whimper. You want to cum so badly. And just as you start thinking you might not make it, his fingers come back to join his tongue. You almost feel shameful at how loudly you moan his name…not even just Jin…you’re screaming out Seokjin like it’s the only name you’ll ever remember again.
“I need to cum. Please, Jin.” You try to sit up and watch him between your legs again. The noises he’s making as he licks at you are nothing short of obscene, the wet sloppy sounds coming from his fingers as they thrust inside you is so ridiculously hot.
“Touch your clit for me…I’ll make you cum aegiya, I promise.” His hot breath against your pussy makes your walls flutter around his fingers and he smiles.
You prop yourself on one elbow, feeling a little unsure, but listening to his instructions, pointer and middle finger coming down to rub slow circles on your clit. You bite your lip when Jin starts to move his fingers inside you again, twisting his wrist slightly to angle his fingers better. Your head falls back, orgasm threatening to take over again.
“Eyes on me, aegiya.” Jin's voice breaks you from your lusty haze, but only momentarily. When you look down between your legs again, he’s winking at you just before his tongue comes to your clit. It slips against your moving fingers, covering them in his saliva as your movements become faster. The sight of his tongue mingling between your fingers and licking your clit is enough to send you over the edge.
The top half of your body gives way to the pleasure, falling back against the couch and chanting his name over and over until your orgasm has finally stopped. Jin licks at you until he’s caught every drop, moving to sit back on his heels while he wipes his chin and looks down at your spent body. His jeans are still folded open and you can see that he’s still just as hard as he was before he ate your pussy like a three course meal. You make grabby hands towards him.
“Should I help you now?” You ask, voice sounding completely out of breath still. Jin groans a little as he slides his hand down into his jeans and rubs his palm against his cock over his boxers. It’s so hot that you can feel yourself getting wet again just watching him touch himself. He squeezes his cock once more before he yanks down his underwear and jeans, kicking them off his feet quickly.
“Not this time, Cosmo.” He reaches for you as he stands up off the couch. Your body feels like a limp noodle, but you let him lift you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, hands threading into his hair. “I’m afraid of how quickly I’ll cum if you get your gorgeous lips around my cock.” This mans filthy words have a direct line to that space between your thighs. It’s ridiculous.
With your fingers in his hair you angle his mouth back to yours, tasting what’s left of your arousal off of them. Jin carefully starts to make his way towards the hallway to take you to his bedroom. You’re so busy kissing him that you barely notice that his foot catches on a piece of clothing, or maybe one of Songho’s toys. He’s barely able to keep you both upright, but manages to stay on his feet by pressing you into the wall, only knocking the wind out of you for a second. You can’t help but laugh and wrap your arms tighter around him and bury your face in his neck.
“Are you okay?” You ask between laughs, Jin sighs loudly.
“Did my lack of coordination just ruin the mood?” He pulls his face back, taking your chin in one of his hands so he can see your face, see that you’re really okay as well.
“I’m sure you can make it up to me.” You brush some of his dark brown hair off of his sweaty forehead.
“Or we could…” He looks down between your bodies, where they’re practically meeting already, his cock still hard against the inside of your thigh.
“Right here?” You ask, a little unsure of how it would feel like this.
“If you don’t like it, I’ll ravish you in my bed, Cosmo.” Jin teases, one of his hands coming up to play with your breasts while you think it over.
“That’s very distracting.” You watch his fingers glide around on your skin, ghosting around your nipple.
“Then let me get inside you so I can make you feel good.” He brings both hands back down to your ass, adjusting you higher up on his hips to make it easier to slip inside you.
“Okay, we can try.” You’ve never fucked this way, sex had always been slightly vanilla for you, but for some reason you would let Kim Seokjin take you any way he wanted you without question.
“Good girl.” He whispers, closing his mouth over yours in a searing kiss that has the breath in your lungs disappearing.
It takes more adjusting, but eventually Jin gets you in what he says is the perfect position for wall fucking. One of your legs hitched up high, practically hanging over his ribs, using his hips to hold you against the wall. Long fingers of one hand gripping tightly into the flesh of your ass while the other guides his cock to your entrance. You hold your breath as he starts to sink inside, inch by glorious inch.
“Shit.” You groan, head thumping against the wall when your eyes start to roll back in your head. He was so big. Bigger than anyone else you’ve had.
“Relax, aegiya. You’re squeezing me so tight I can barely get inside you.” Jin brings a hand up to your face, angling it forward and brushing his thumb along your jaw. “Open your eyes. Need you to look at me.” You do as he says, fluttering your eyes open to meet his own.
“I’m sorry. It’s been awhile…and you’re…big.” You bite into your bottom lip when he shifts his hips forward again.
“Ever the flatterer, Cosmo.” He kisses you, soft and sweet, tongues only making momentary appearances. The kiss feels so good, your body finally releases some tension and Jin is able to slide the rest of his cock inside you, completely sheathed.
“Oh god.” You whine at how absolutely full you feel while trying so hard not to clench around him just yet.
“Going to start moving, okay?” Jin keeps your face cupped in one of his hands so he can watch your face when he starts to move. His first thrusts are gentle, not pulling all the way out, but making sure your clit hits his pelvic bone each time he brings you back down onto his cock. The pleasure is maddening.
“Faster, please. Little harder.” You moan and lean forward to press your forehead against his. Jin's mouth falls open in a groan at how completely wrecked your voice sounds already. He does just as you asked, snapping his hips into you at a faster pace, pulling your hips down onto him a little harder.
It was impossible, but you swear you could feel him in your chest. Big cock impaling you over and over. You were barely aware of anything else but him, but you could hear the pictures that were hanging on the wall start to rattle and shake from the way he was fucking you.
“Fuck, you feel so good around me. Taking my cock so well, baby.” Jin's lips are at your ear now, whispering filthy words and praises.
“Please keep talking…it’s…so hot.” Your fingernails are starting to dig lightly into his shoulders as his pace picks up more, your back slides up the wall when he thrusts up into you.
“Yeah? Love dirty talk, huh?” Jin’s panting when he brings his mouth back to your ear. “You’re dripping down my cock right now. So fucking wet, all for me.” His teeth nipped at your ear lobe and the mix of that and his dirty words had your walls clenching around him. He moaned so low and deep into your ear you thought you might lose your mind.
“I think…I think I’m going to cum again, Jin.” Your legs tightened around his hips trying to pull him deeper. “Feels so good.”
“Not yet, aegiya. Need to get you in my bed.” He yanked you from the wall, your head falling back at the suddenness of it.
Jin made the rest of the way down the hall, walking into his bedroom. The hard length of him slipped from inside you as he placed you on your feet, making you groan at the empty feeling.
“What’s wrong?” You pout, and Jin smiles at you softly. He moves to your side, one of his hands ghosting over your hip as he continues his way to stand behind you.
“Can I take you like this?” His other hand slides from your lower back, down your ass cheek, and finally between your legs, fingers dipping inside your pussy.
“From behind?” Your legs are trembling already. Jin hums in agreement, lips coming down to kiss a path along your shoulder. “Okay.” It comes out as a whisper even though you didn’t intend for it to.
“If you get on all fours on the edge of the bed, I can stand behind you.” Jin takes your hand and leads the few steps over to his bed. You take a moment to really see around you, his bed is one of those four post beds. Tall posts that almost reach the ceiling. The dark brown comforter feels extra soft as you climb onto it, fingers gripping the material in anticipation.
You let your feet hang off the edge, knees spread apart. The early afternoon sun is peeking its way through the spaces of the white floral patterned curtains that cover the windows. You’d almost forgotten it was the middle of the day that this whole endeavor was happening. You sit back on your heels for a moment and look over your shoulder to where Jin is standing.
“You’re okay?” He asks, one hand coming up to touch your cheek. “Still okay with this, I mean.”
“Of course.” You run your teeth over your bottom lip. “Are you?” Your eyes meet his and he smiles, thumb coming to pull your lip from your teeth.
“Mm. I think I’m going to like this arrangement very much.” He leans down, brushing your hair off of your neck and pressing a kiss just below your hairline. You feel a little ping in your stomach at the word arrangement. But you push it away, you knew exactly what you were getting into and you’re fine with it.
You reach back behind you, arm wrapping around the back of his neck and gently pulling him forward so that you can kiss him over your shoulder. Jin hums against your lips, pressing his still hard cock against your lower back, wetness from the leaking tip smearing over your skin.
Scratching your nails against his scalp, you push your ass back against him, rolling your hips trying to entice him to put his cock back inside you where you so desperately needed him right now. Jin breaks your kiss then, biting lightly into your bottom lip before he presses a hand between your shoulders and lowers you down onto your elbows, ass in the air.
“No more going slow, going to fuck you so good now.” Jin's voice sounds so fucked out, you want to squeeze your legs together for friction. But his hand is rubbing at your lower back while the other is guiding his cock through your folds and gathering up the wetness before he presses back into you.
“Oh fuck.” You groan, arms threatening to give out under your weight. This angle is so much deeper, the way he’s stretching you out is almost dizzying. “Fuck me, please.”
“Don’t beg, aegiya. I’d never deny you a single thing.” Both big hands grab onto your hips and pull you hard back onto his length. You moan his name, trying to look back but failing. “You want to see me fucking you? Look up at that wall, baby.”
You do as he says, trying to keep your eyes open when he continues his hard thrusts. Once you focus, you can see a long dresser against the wall with a mirror sitting on top of it. You can see Jin's face watching you, his hips snapping against your ass when he starts to pick up the pace.
“Fucking hell, look at you. You like being fucked this way?” Jin continues to meet your eyes in the mirror, it’s so hot that you almost cum again.
“So deep, Jin.” Your hands grip the comforter for dear life when his hips piston against your ass so hard you’re afraid there will be bruises.
Jin presses one of his hands to the middle of your back, beckoning you to lower yourself more. You lay your arms out flat, taking one last look at him in the mirror before turning your head and pressing the side of your face against the mattress.
“Oh god, fuck, that’s it, aegiya. Just like that.” His thrusts are scooting you forward in the bed, but it feels so good that all you can do is moan and whimper. You can’t hold back how your pussy clenches around him anymore.
“Need to cum…please….fuck, please.” You can feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
“You’re begging again.” Jin practically growls, kneeing up onto the bed behind you. One arm comes around your waist, hauling you up from your position to press your back against his chest, legs spread over his thighs. The other hand slips up your body and cups your throat, not adding any pressure. “Cum all over my cock.” He’s fucking you slower now, staying deep inside you while he rolls his hips.
Both your arms reach behind you and wrap around his neck, sweaty skin sliding against the others. The arm Jin has around your waist tightens when he feels you start to clench around him again.
“Cumming…oh fuck, Jin, I’m cumming.” Your eyes snap shut when your orgasm starts to take over.
“Watch yourself in the mirror, aegiya. Watch yourself fall apart for me.” Jin brings a finger down to your clit and rubs fast circles against the bud until you’re prying your eyes back open to watch yourself cum harder than you ever have.
Your mouth falls open and your head falls back against his shoulder as he continues to fuck you through it. You chant his name over and over like it’s your new religion, feeling your orgasm start to coat the insides of your thighs as your body gives out. Your oversensitive pussy is throbbing, you need him to cum.
“Jin…” You groan his name, fingers sliding into his hair. “Please…please cum inside me.” You know he doesn’t want you to beg, but you can’t seem to muster up anything else. Jin kisses your neck and brings his lips to your ear.
“Going to fill you up, I promise. Want to see it leaking from you.” He thrusts up into you a little harder, holding you to him tightly.
After a few more deep, hard thrusts, they start to become sloppy and uneven. Jin’s panting and groaning against the back of your neck.
“Come on, baby, I want it so much.” You say, brushing off the fact that you just called him baby.
“Fuck…gonna cum now, aegiya. Fuck, you’re so good for me.” He pulls you down onto his cock just as long hot spurts start to paint your walls.
Jin stills inside you, hands and arms still holding you against his chest as the two of you breathe heavily and try to compose yourselves. You slowly lift your head from his shoulder, looking over into the mirror across the room.
You hardly recognize that person there, her hair is sticky with sweat and frizzy from fingers running through it. Her lips are swollen and eyes still filled with lust, you can’t help the quiet laugh that escapes you. Jin's head that had been resting against your other shoulder lifts slowly to meet your eyes in the mirror.
“Doing okay, Cosmo?” He asks, lips pressing to your shoulder blade.
“Yeah…I’m great.” You reassure him, hand coming down to rest on top of one of his.
Jin tightens his arms around you once more, then lifts you from his lap and let’s his softening cock slip from inside you, both of you groaning as you watch your combined arousals slide down the insides of your thighs in the mirror. You really did not need to get turned on again right now.
“Wait here, I’ll get you something to clean up with.” Jin moves out from behind you and walks his gloriously naked body into his attached bathroom. When he comes back a few minutes later, he’s got on a pair of lime green sweat pants. They’re ridiculous, and so very Jin.
“Thank you.” You say, taking the warm rag from him and quickly cleaning yourself up while Jin goes to the living room to get your clothes for you. You thank him again when he returns.
“So…was that okay?” He asks while you’re pulling your shirt over your head.
“The multiple orgasms you gave me don’t speak for themselves?” You smile and so does he, tops of his ears turning red.
“Be nice, Cosmo.” He reaches for one of your hands and you let him lead you back out into the living room.
“So…what do we do now?” You bite at your lips nervously, not sure where to look. Jin pulls your worried lip from your teeth again with his thumb.
“I haven’t done anything like this either. But now, I think you go home and get some rest. Don’t think you slept much last night, Ms. Cosmopolitan.” Jin teases you, pulling on your hand until he can wrap his arms around you in a hug. You weren’t exactly expecting that, awkwardly hugging him back.
“Right. I should sleep.” You pull back and look at his face, his eyes holding what seem to be the same kind of questions that are likely going through your head as well. Do you kiss?
“Sungho will be back later today. He’s here all next week so we won’t be able to…do this.” He moves a hand to the back of his neck and runs his fingers through his hair.
“So I’ll just…see you soon?” You turn the handle of his door and start to open it, still wondering if he’s going to kiss you.
“Soon.” He smiles, holding his door open for you while you step into the hall and walk the short distance across to your own door. “Cosmo?” He says just as you’re about to reach your door.
“Yes?” It comes out more breathy than you wanted it to.
“Do you have your keys?” Jin leans against his door frame with a cocky smile on his face.
Your glare at him before turning the handle on your door that you had purposely left unlocked, flipping him your middle finger just as the door swings shut, Jin laughing like a maniac when it clicks closed.
dad!jungkook could barely keep his eyes open at the ticklish feeling along his arm. your daughter - the light of both of your lives - had squealed when you’d brought back washable markers for her from the store.
your husband wasted no time in opening them for her, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt to expose his bare arm for her. “go crazy, baby.” he’d told her.
and now, an hour or so later, jungkook lay on the couch, your daughter doodling onto his skin to create another ‘sleeve’ for him. you’d initially thought she would colour in the tattoos already there on jungkook’s right arm, but she’d inherited her father’s bursts of creativity.
“look! i drew appa, eomma and me! and here’s all my uncles - uncle taetae has big curly hair!” your daughter giggled, pointing to the stick figure scribbled onto jungkook’s skin.
but jungkook was already fast sleep, a smile on his face.
a/n: smh i couldnt think of a better ending without it becoming a whole fic :(
