Welcome to In The Mood Project, our first interactive project to showcase our talented members. Follow this list to enter the beautifully crafted world of lovers and romance that have been presented through this project. Please enjoy and send some love for all the writers involved.
〉〉 BASE TO BASE
Author | @randombtsprincessa
Pairing | Kim Seokjin x Reader (2nd pov)
Genre | Fluff + Smut
Summary | You reminisce about your relationship with your boyfriend over the course of four bases.
〉〉 FUN & GAMES
Author | @taehyungforreal
Pairing | Switch!Kim Taehyung x Switch!Reader
Genre | Smut + Fluff + Humor | Established Relationship
Summary | Taehyung isn’t all that surprised to discover how much he likes this. He’s always been obsessed with giving. Gifts, love, attention, orgasms. It’s only one step further to realize he wants you to take.
〉〉 CLAIR DE LUNE
Author | @yoonia
Pairing | Musician!Min Yoongi x Escort!Reader
Genre | Smut/Mature content
Summary | You were ready to leave a part of your life to move on to the next, and he is willing to give you a chance to end it glamorously. But at what cost? And will he be a part of the life you are leaving behind or will he be there for the next part of it?
〉〉 WANNA RIDE?
Author | @btsracket
Pairing | Motorcyclist!Park Jimin x Reader
Genre | Smut
Summary | The answer is yes when a handsome stranger rolls up on his bike asking if you want a ride. You love bad boys and the chance to be reckless, wild, and free.
〉〉 A VERY PERSONAL ASSISTANT
Author | @mintjoonlep
Pairing | CEO!Kim Namjoon x Personal assistant!Reader
Genre | Smut
Summary | Initially, you’d been somewhat uncertain about taking a job as the personal assistant to one Kim Namjoon, particularly when part of the job description entailed potentially having a discreet sexual relationship with your boss.
〉〉 BREAKFAST IN BED
Author | @caribbeanempressblog
Pairing | Kim Seokjin x Reader
Genre | Slice of life + Fluff + Smut | Marriage!au, Established relationship
Summary | It’s your husband birthday and you plan to suprise him with breakfast served in bed but the real suprise is the gift wrapped box waiting to be opened.
〉〉 SIREN CALL
Author | @kingsuckjin
Pairing | Siren!Jung Hoseok x Reader
Genre | Smut + Angst
Summary | You didn’t find this strange club appealing at first, but now that the singer on stage in red has caught your eye, you can’t seem to stop thinking or maybe obsessing over him, and you don’t know why.
〉〉 POWER
Author | @ironicarmy
Pairing | Bodyguard!Kim Namjoon x CEO!Reader
Genre | Smut + Angst + Fluff
Summary | You always go out of your way to remind Namjoon who’s boss. Until he snaps and you find out that he’s the one in charge.
〉〉 YOU IN ME
Author | @jkeuphoriadreamland & @httpjibooty
Pairing | Park Jimin x Reader (ft. best friend Jeon Jungkook)
Genre | Smut | Friends to lovers
Summary | Falling on hard times, Jimin moves in with his brother. He’s been a pain in the ass since you could remember, but when he decides to make things right, you’re suddenly unsure if you were willing to accept his apology.
〉〉 BUNNY
Author | @prisczero
Pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Stripper!Reader
Genre | Smut + Fluff | Strangers to lovers
Summary | Jungkook’s been admiring you from afar for what seems like forever, but a lost cellphone and a little bit of luck brings the two of you together. And you decided that you want him to become your little plaything.
〉〉 UNWIND
Author | @honeymoonjin
Pairing | Kim Namjoon x Reader
Genre | Smut | Idol!au
Summary | Your boyfriend is about to give an important speech at the United Nations but isn’t handling pre-speech nerves too well. Luckily, you know some ways to help him relax.
〉〉 CRESCENDO
Author | @dreamyjoons
Pairing | Pianist!Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre | Smut | Strangers to lovers
Summary | After hours of waiting for the grumpy pianist to leave the stage, you finally have it out with him in a way better than you could have imagined.
〉〉 FALSE PRETENSES
Author | @fortunexkookie
Pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre | Smut + Fluff + Humor | Enemies to Lovers
Summary | You told him you are a private investigator. Lie. You told him your name is ‘Cat.’ Lie. You told him you’d still be there in morning. Lie. Lie after lie after lie, and now, all he wants to know is why. Why? Because you’re the bad guy - duh!
〉〉 LEATHER AND VELVET
Author | @mind-of-a-hardstan
Pairing | Demon!Kim Taehyung x Human!Reader
Genre | Smut | Demon!au | Brothel!au
Summary | Curious as you are, you decide to check out the demon brothel that people have been whispering about. You get a bit more than you bargained for when the owner of the place decides he wants to play with you.
〉〉 WONDERLAND
Author | @jjkxla
Pairing | Dom!Jung Hoseok x Sub!Reader
Genre | Smut + Angst
Summary | Out of sheer luck you decide to enter a raffle to one of the biggest events held by the BDSM club you went to from time to time, but who would’ve guessed you were paired up with the legenday Jung Hoseok.
This gorgeous moodboard was made by the lovely @meispace as a prompt for the In The Mood project.
Also on AO3
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: smut, demon au, brothel au
Warnings: oh boy, exhibitionism, voyeurism, demon Taehyung, human reader, brothel au, dom/sub, dominant Taehyung, submissive reader, bondage, spanking, use of a riding crop, oral (female receiving), Taehyung has a forked tongue, unprotected sex, Taehyung has a ridged dick, slight blood play, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, biting, sensory deprivation
Summary: Curious as you are, you decide to check out the demon brothel that people have been whispering about. You get a bit more than you bargained for when the owner of the place decides he wants to play with you.
Word count: 3K
A/N: First off, I’m probably going to hell. Secondly, this is part of the In The Mood project by our network, @bangtansmutcentral. It was so cool to write something off of this (seriously gorgeous) moodboard and definitely a fun challenge. I look forward to the next project :)
Don’t be shy to leave a comment/ask if you liked it, you know I like the attention :)
From the outside, the building actually looked quite plain. A normal red brick building with a black front door, but it was shrouded in an intimidating aura. It was like the building itself screamed that it housed power.
The outside was nothing compared to the inside, though. The moment you opened the door, your mouth fell open.
The place was… rich. Lush red carpets, leather and velvet couches, wooden walls and high, domed ceilings. It looked nothing like what you would expect from the outside, but it was fitting for a place of sin where demons exchanged sex for energy. It was filled with smoke from both incense and the various hookahs stationed around the couches. Music played just loud enough for you to unconsciously sway to the slow beat.
The occupants of the place were what really caught your attention, though. Some were sitting quietly, smoking. Others smoked in a ring, together. Some grinded against each other, some made out, some outright fucked. Some watched and some didn’t. The smell of sex hung in the air, just beneath the incense and smoke.
Not all were human. There were demons of all kind among them with a variety of horns and tails and claws that they used to their advantage.
One demon with thick lips and wicked eyes had his tail wrapped around a human’s dick. The human seemed lost in pleasure with his head thrown back and his lips wrapped around the demon’s fingers. The demon was keeping him in place by roughly fisting his hair and pinning him with his thighs.
You would be lying if you said the sight didn’t turn you on.
You moved further inside, trying not to stare at the couples on the couches, but not denying yourself a glance every now and then. Some of them looked at you with want, others like they wanted to eat you alive.
“You look like fresh meat,” a deep voice drawled from one of the sofas. Your eyes snapped toward the sound, and landed on a man, sitting alone with a hookah held loosely in his hand.
Not a man.
Definitely not a man. He was too beautiful to be a man, features too sharp and eyes too deep. He had an aura of confidence that made it clear that he was above everyone in this building.
He looked like the devil; sin incarnate.
“And what makes you think that?” you said with a tone of defiance. The man – creature – arched his eyebrow and an amused smile played on his lips. He stood up and only took two steps with his long legs to invade your space.
“Well, for starters, you’re gawking like a fish. You’ve never seen demons fuck before. And secondly, that adorable little tone you take with me. You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to.” His voice was deeper than it had any right to be. It sounded like velvet and dark chocolate and you hated the shivers that travelled down your spine.
“I’m sure you’d like to enlighten me.” The man laughed and shook his head. There was a wickedness in his eyes that both terrified and intrigued you.
“I own this place, darling. I’m the king of this little kingdom.”
“You’re Kim Taehyung,” the realisation struck. He wasn’t a man at all, you were right. He was a demon. The most powerful demon in the building. Heck, in the country. You’d sassed the most powerful demon in the country.
The thought somehow didn’t scare you as much.
“Indeed,” he said, “and I’m curious to know what a stray little kitten like you is doing in a lion’s den.”
“A girl can be curious, can she not?” you said with a raised eyebrow.
Taehyung hummed deeply, although it sounded more like deep growl. You bit your lip.
“Yes,” he said, “but remember that curiosity killed our little cat.” You smiled sweetly.
“But satisfaction brought it back,” you replied. Those wicked eyes were filled with a sort of want that you weren’t sure you were ready for, but you sure as hell wanted a taste.
“So our little kitten wants to get fucked by a demon, does she?”
“That depends if our big bad demon is up for the challenge.”
You weren’t prepared for the smirk that matched the wickedness in his eyes, and it took your breath away.
Before you realised what was happening, Taehyung had you naked, tied up and on your knees on a velvet sofa, somewhat secluded by heavy velvet curtains.
It happened with the snap of a finger, and you were facing a wall while you heard a belt buckle being undone behind you, along with knuckles cracking loudly. You didn’t dare turn your head, not when he’d explicitly told you to sit still.
You licked your lips in anticipation. The movements behind you were slow and you could tell it was deliberate. The tension – mixed with the intoxicating smells and the still audible moans from behind the curtains – had you on edge, to say the least.
“Do you have a safe word, kitten?” Taehyung said. His lips were closer than you expected and your breath hitched.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“It’s ‘Ginger,’” you breathed.
“Alright,” he said, “are you ready?”
For what, you didn’t know, but you knew that if he waited any longer, you might just explode. So you said, “Yes.”
“Keep your eyes down on the couch if you know what’s good for you.”
And with that, a loud smack echoed through the room, followed by a harsh sting on your ass. You gasped in shock, but you couldn’t supress a moan when the sting caused pleasure to run up your spine. Taehyung chuckled behind you.
“You’re such a dirty girl for moaning like that, kitten. This was supposed to be a punishment,” he said, and hit you again. The sting caused your body to jolt, but it sent heat right to your core. He wasn’t hitting you with his hand, you realised. It felt like leather.
Maybe a riding crop?
“Puh – punishment for what?” you stuttered out and Taehyung laughed wickedly.
“You challenged me –” smack – “and sassed me –” smack – “and disrespected me in my own house –” smack.
You flinched with each hit, body arched and hands straining against the ropes around your wrists. Warmth was spreading throughout your entire body and your ass felt on fire. Taehyung growled loudly behind you, an inhuman, animalistic sound.
“You look fucking edible, kitten.”
You moaned at the words, at the roughness of it. You didn’t doubt that he would devour you, either literally or figuratively, and at this point you couldn’t care less. You just wanted him to touch you.
He dealt a few more hits to your ass and you didn’t bother to stop your moans from spilling out. You didn’t care that multiple people could hear you. You only cared about the pleasure and pain that Taehyung was giving you with that piece of leather in his hand.
“Kitten…” Taehyung said, amusement and lust thick in his voice.
“Yes?” you breathed, voice barely audible.
“You’re dripping on my furniture.” The smirk was evident in his voice and your whole body flushed red with embarrassment. Your shoulders curved in and you ducked you head in shame.
You hadn’t realised how wet you were, but sure enough, your slick was sliding down your thighs and dripping on his sofa. You whimpered out what apology you could muster and Taehyung laughed again, clearly enjoying the show.
“Bend over,” he demanded and you did as he said with a whimper. You were fully exposed to him now, but still not allowed to look at him. The power dynamic did something to you.
The riding crop fell next to you with a thud and you jumped. Taehyung ran his hands over your abused ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them harshly. You made noises at the back of your throat, unable and unwilling to contain them.
“Gonna eat you up.” And with that, Taehyung’s mouth was on you. He licked a broad stripe over your dripping hole and then down your leg, licking up your juices. You moaned obscenely. The feeling was in stark contrast with the hits. It felt strange, his tongue was too long and –
Forked. His tongue was forked.
You gasped at the realisation, but didn’t have too much time to think about it. He nipped at your inner thigh gently and dug his fingers into them, spreading your legs to get better access. He sucked at your hole again, making obscene slurping noises, before plunging his abnormally long tongue into you.
The feeling was strange, but so good. You could barely think straight. He reached places inside of you that his fingers probably never could. He groaned against you, sending shudders up and down your shivering body.
“Hgn, fuck, Tae – Taehyung!” you moaned when he reached around to rub at your clit. It was getting too much with his tongue nudging against your g-spot and his slender fingers on your clit. Not to mention how deep he got and how bad your ass still stung.
You were so close it was almost embarrassing.
“Taehyung, I’m gonna – I’m gonna – please, please!” you cried out, face buried in the soft velvet beneath you. He growled against your dripping hole and smacked your ass hard and plunged his tongue deeper and that was the last straw.
The coil that was winding tighter and tighter in your stomach finally snapped and your body went rigged, back arched and mouth open in a silent scream.
He worked you through it, let you buck your hips against his tongue and kept rubbing your clit in tight circles until you were shivering with oversensitivity. He finally pulled his tongue out and it made you whimper.
The moment his touch left your body, you collapsed onto your stomach. You were thoroughly spent.
But Taehyung was having none of it. He spanked your ass hard, hard enough for you to mewl loudly, and said, “Ass up, kitten. I’m not done with you yet.”
You did as he said, albeit on shaky legs that barely kept you upright.
“Or do you not want my cock?”
“No!” you cried out, louder than you meant to. Taehyung laughed and a blush crept onto your cheeks. You couldn’t bring yourself to be too embarrassed, though. You just wanted his cock, and honestly, who could blame you?
“I thought so. Do you think you can handle it?” his tone was playful and teasing and you didn’t appreciate it one bit.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He chuckled deeply, almost dangerously at your impatient tone. With harsh fingers, Taehyung pulled your legs apart, completely baring your dripping hole once more. He ran a finger over your wetness which caused another shiver to run down your spine.
And then you felt the head of his cock pushing past your entrance.
You shuddered violently, a whimper pushing past your lips. He pushed further and something caught on your rim. Again and again, something caught on the rim of your hole and you couldn’t help whimpering and you realised –
Taehyung had a ridged cock.
“Fuck,” you moaned, drawing the word out as kept pushing his thick cock deeper until you felt thoroughly stuffed and he bottomed out.
He released a stuttered breath behind you, a sound close to a moan. He paused, letting you adjust to his size. You let out an impatient whine and he softly chuckled again.
“You’re so tight baby. Took my cock so well. How’s it feel, hm?” he said. His voice was so deep it almost sounded inhuman. It sounded like he was growling rather than speaking. It made you clench around his cock and he hissed.
“Good, so good. Move, please, please move, Taehyung, please,” you were babbling by now. Taehyung let out another uneven breath and delivered another hard spank to your red and abused ass.
Then he slowly, so fucking slowly, started to pull out. The ridges on his cock made you squirm and make a variety of noises but you kept your face buried in the soft velvet and took it.
Taehyung kept the pace slow for a while and it was damn near agonising. He let out those soft grunts and growls, digging his fingers so deep into your hips you knew there were going to be bruises. And slowly, he started to pick up the pace.
His cock was so big. You felt full, stuffed to the brink. And the ridges on his cock, Christ, you didn’t see it coming. It felt strange to say the least, but so good that you were drooling on his couch.
“You’re dripping,” he said, voice rough and deep and guttural and not fucking human. Your hands strained against the rough rope still around your wrists.
His cock was dragging against your walls so deliciously you felt like you were becoming delirious with pleasure. He rubbed against your g-spot so good and before you knew what was happening, you were coming.
“There you go, kitten. You’re creaming on my cock.”
Your body pulled tight as a bowstring and you bit the velvet to help ground you as Taehyung kept plunging his cock into you with so much force it would have hurt if you weren’t so far gone. Tears were streaming down your face as Taehyung rode out your high.
But he didn’t stop.
Your body was pulled tight and shivering with the over stimulation and your voice was hoarse, but he didn’t stop.
Instead, he gripped your hips tighter, pounded into you faster.
“Taehyung!” you cried out. Every nerve in your body felt on fire and it felt like the oxygen was punched right out of your body, but he didn’t stop.
His grunts and guttural moans became louder and more frequent as he chased his own pleasure. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you up so your back was to his chest. He kept his hand over your eyes, covering them as your head rested on his shoulder.
He circled his other hand around your hips and rubbed tight circles over your sensitive clit. It made you shiver in his hold, more noises tumbling from your lips. Your hands were pressed to his lower abdomen; you could feel every muscle move as he thrust his hips into you.
He never stopped relentlessly fucking his ridged cock into your hole and you were clenching tightly, your body trying to force him out but you just wanted more more more.
“So tight. So fucking tight, fuck.”
Taehyung latched his teeth onto your exposed neck. Sharp – pointed. He drew blood and you cried out, toes curling. He licked a stripe up your neck, catching the stray droplet with his forked tongue and you shivered.
“You taste so good. Everything about you tastes so fucking good,” Taehyung said and his breath fanned over your neck and he started to suckle on your shoulder, leaving marks everywhere he touched. Blood still dripped down your neck, and he licked the stray droplets before sucking more marks.
With his fingers still rubbing your clit and his dick abusing your hole, the sucking became too much and it was enough to push you over the edge for the third time
You clenched tight on Taehyung’s dick and he moaned loudly into your neck. Electricity coursed through your entire body, every tired limb going rigged with pleasure one more time and you cried out his name before you went limp against him.
“So tight. Fuck, love it when you scream my name like that.”
Taehyung held you up, still fucking into your dripping hole. His thrusts became sloppier and more erratic, but harder. You could only whimper and take it, too drained to even moan out loud anymore.
It only took a few more thrusts before Taehyung’s hips stilled. He let out a deep moan right into your ear, causing you to whimper, before his load painted your insides. His hips bucked up a few more times before he went completely still.
“Fuck,” he said, and you gave a breathless, fucked out giggle. Because yes. Fuck.
Taehyung pulled out and a shudder wracked through your body. He kept his hand over your eyes and whispered in your ear, “Keep ‘em closed ‘till I say so.”
He moved from behind you and you did as he said, confusion painted all over your tired face. A series of cracks filled the room, like the knuckle-cracking from earlier, only louder. You jumped at the sound, not expecting it.
“What was that?” you breathed when Taehyung’s deft hands started working the knots around your wrists.
“Shifting. You can open up now.”
You opened your eyes and looked behind you to see Taehyung already fully clothed with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Shifting?” you questioned. You ribbed your raw wrists when they were finally free, trying to soothe the ache. Taehyung’s smirk widened and he locked eyes with you as you moved to sit on the couch to finally take the weight off your knees.
“Yes. Wouldn’t want my shiny new toy to run off now, would we?”
Oh.
That made sense. The forked tongue and sharp teeth were nowhere to see now. Taehyung was a demon. He fucked like a demon and you can’t fuck like a demon when you look like a human.
“You underestimate my boundaries. Maybe you should risk it next time, I might just like seeing it,” you said, now wearing a smirk of your own. Taehyung arched his eyebrow, that same amusement colouring his features as before.
“I remember you being a lot less mouthy with my dick in your cunt.”
“Try harder next time, and it might last longer.”
Taehyung’s eyes darkened to a full out black, and the look on his face was downright wicked.
⊷ Paring: Jimin X Reader (feat. Jungkook)
⊷ Genre: One shot Friends to lovers au, smut, angst, fluff
⊷ Word count: 9,3K
⊷ Warnings: 18 + M, slow burn, teasing, rough kissing, oral (male and female receiving) , raw penetration (stay safe kiddos), anal play, motorcycle sex cuz why not, genital piercings cuz yes please...
⊷ Synopsis: Falling on hard times, Jimin moves in with his brother. He’s been a pain in the ass since you could remember, but when he decides to make things right, you’re suddenly unsure if you were willing to accept his apology.
⊷ Part of the “In the Mood Project”: Written by @koyakoo and @jkeuphoriadreamland. Header by the talented @koyakoo
Inspiration: moodboard by @meispace
“He’s out there again?” You groan, rolling your eyes at the sound of his EDM music blaring from the open garage. As if everyone wants to hear what’s on his playlist.
He knew damn well if his brother was home, he’d turn it off completely and scold him for playing music so early in the morning. Jungkook had made a man out of himself while Jimin still had a lot of growing up to do. The irony was that Jimin was the older brother.
All three of you grew up together, yet you were more drawn to Jungkook for his gentle nature. Being best friends, you did most things together. You both owned homes near each other, and even finished college together. Jungkook had a job and was always the more stable brother; the one you could always count on. Jimin was another story.
Even as a child Jimin was a pain in the ass. You can still clearly recall the day he pretended to be your friend just so he could borrow your bike. He never brought it back. That was just one of the countless annoying things he did to drive you crazy. He’s lucky you were best friends with his brother because otherwise you’d never voluntarily cross his path.
It’s no surprise he’s even at his brother’s house again. This had to be the third time this year that one of his jobs went to hell and he needed to be bailed. It was almost as if he was allergic to stability.
A spiteful chuckle leaves your lips as you watch him work on his motorcycle.
“Some things never change.”
Watching him out of your window, you hate how good he looks in his white tee and skin tight leather pants that made his ass look amazing. Of course, you would never openly admit it to him or anyone for that matter. The last time you complimented him, he teased you for weeks and now as adults, not too much has changed.
The one thing you can never get over, no matter how hard you try, is prom night. All through high school you weren’t what many considered to be the hot girl, but when the most popular student, Yoongi asked you to go with him, you were beyond surprised.
The night started off well with you getting ready. You were so excited and the dress you bought was perfect. Just as you were finishing up the last touches your doorbell rang. Thinking it was Yoongi, you ran downstairs only to find Jimin standing on the other side of the door.
He had gone on about some lie that Yoongi was only playing around, and that he really didn’t want to take you to prom. Brushing him off you walked away and when he followed you in, he managed to catch your dress ripping the hem and a strap. To say you were livid was an understatement. There was no way to fix what he had done, and before Yoongi made it to pick you up, you had called him to cancel the whole thing.
You cried the entire night.
Jimin tried to apologize, but that had been the last straw. Every one of those moments only added to the fact that he was forever going to be a pain in your ass.
Caught up in your thoughts you almost miss the sound of your phone ringing.
Seeing who it is you sigh. “Fuck, what does he want now?” you complain to no one in particular.
You hated your boss, but money was a necessary evil. Hesitantly you answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“____, I’m gonna need you to come into work tonight.”
Silently you frown knowing that Friday nights were the worst. “Okay, what time?”
“Six.”
Wanting to throw your phone halfway across your apartment, you march into the bedroom to get ready.
You worked for so long the hours blurred together. Thank goodness you made a lot in tips, otherwise you would have regretted coming in. Closing time came quickly and for that you were thankful. Rubbing the tension out of your neck, you remove your apron and wish a good night to the other workers. Rushing out of the restaurant with everyone else, you quickly make it to your car only to realize it won’t turn on.
“Fuck. I left the lights on.” Looking up to see if there were any employees in the parking lot, you frown when you see there are none.
With no one to give you a boost, you dial your besties number, but Jimin answers instead.
“Is JK there? I need a ride.”
“I can give you a ride.”
“No, Jimin it’s alright. I can manage.”
“____, stop being such a brat. I’ll be there in five.”
With that he hangs up before you can deny him once more.
You didn’t wait much until Jimin arrived. He had offered to be of service, and though you’d rather hike the ten miles home than be in his company, you gave in easily when he pulled up with a huge smile plastered on his face.
Turning off his motorcycle, he dismounts meeting you halfway. Darkness surrounds you both in the middle of the empty parking lot.
“Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”
“You wish.” You glance over his shoulder motioning towards his choice of vehicle. “How the hell am I supposed to mount this?” Jimin smirks placing a hand at his waist. He stands there cockily watching you squirm in your uniform.
“Just sit behind me and hold me tight. You’re safe with me.”
“Yeah, sure… just like I was safe in my dress.” You enjoy the way Jimin’s eye twitches at the comment. If you didn’t know him as well as you did, you might have missed it.
“Come on ____, that was so long ago. I already told you I was sorry. When are you going to let that go?”
Pretending to be angry, you form a pout and cross your arms.
“Never.”
He brings up a hand and pinches your bottom lip with his thumb and forefinger.
“You know, if you weren’t so cute, I’d make you walk.”
“Shut up. You’re always being so mean to me. You owe me this at least. I can’t even count how many times you’ve hurt my fragile heart.”
Jimin’s brow quirked up at your comment. “Let me make it up to you then.”
“Oh please! How would you do that? You owe me years worth of suffering.”
“How about I take you out.” His words confuse you momentarily before you seek clarification.
“As in… a date?”
“Yeah…”
You begin to laugh louder than you should, but you really couldn’t believe him.
“Hey...I’m being serious here.”
“I don’t know, Jimin. You’d really have to make it up to me. I’m not so sure.”
“Then let me take you out!” Jimin shrugs, trying his hardest to be nonchalant about having just asked you out, but also feeling slightly incredulous at your condescending tone.
“I promise it won’t be boring. Is that good enough?”
“Nope. I need a little more than that.”
You had to be joking. He wants to believe you are, but when he sees the way you smirk at his display of desperation, he knows it’s just you being a brat again. Why did you hate his guts so much?
“You’re going to make me beg for it aren’t you?” He sighs when you snatch the helmet from his hands.
“Take me home and we’ll talk about it.”
He doesn’t recall you being this stubborn, and he can't help but find it endearing. What the hell were you doing to him?
“You’re lucky I like you.”
“A little too much if you ask me.” He halts, right when he goes to start his motorcycle, releasing the gas. “Why’d you turn it off?”
“Are you always this off-putting to people?” he asks, more curious than anything as to why you won’t give him a simple answer.
“What?”
“You heard me, ___.” He clicks his tongue.
“Give me one reason why I should go on a date with you. For all I know you could be playing a joke on me again!” You raise your voice as his eyes widen, there was so much you both needed to discuss.
“I’m so—“
“Please... just take me home. I’m tired. I have to get up and find a way to get my car back to my house in the morning. I just want to be left alone so if you could kindly speed this up, I would be eternally grateful.”
He sighs, turning on his motorcycle as he revs the engine for dramatic effect.
“Hold on tight.” he says, as he backs out to speed off down the street.
As much as you hate to admit it, you loved this. The feeling of being free and being able to let go of whatever you were harboring felt amazing. Just the very feeling of the wind hitting your skin, while your eyes were closed, was indescribable. Perhaps the best thing of all is that you could hear his heartbeat as you lay your head against his back while holding him tight. Moments like these were when you thought Jimin wasn’t all that bad.
“Doing alright back there?” Jimin asks when he feels you squeeze for reassurance, he gradually picks up speed, taking the highway to get the both of you home quicker.
It doesn’t take long for you to arrive as he pulls into your driveway and shuts off the engine. You both sit for a while, but eventually you break the silence.
“Thanks for picking me up.”
“Anytime.” He responds, watching you turn and walk toward your house. He had hoped you would have given him an answer before leaving, but sadly that was shattered when you turned away. He had to try again. At least one last time. “So, Uh, Would you let me take you out?”
You already knew what he was going to ask, and his persistence was wearing on your resolve.
“I’ll think about it, Jimin.”
He waited for your answer but it never came. On occasion he would see you around the neighborhood, hanging out his brother, but never once glancing his way. It hit hard. He didn’t know what he’d done, or why you were acting the way that you were. Hell, he thought after picking you up from work that the two of you were on good terms. Great terms actually. But his guess is as good as any when it came to figuring out exactly what you were thinking.
“Jimin?”
His spoon clanks against his plate when he realizes his brother was calling his name while he was spacing out. “Mini? Why are y—? It’s ___, isn’t it?” His younger brother laughs gripping his spoon to shove some rice into his mouth.
“I can’t figure her out. It’s bothering me. One minute she wants me and then the next she’s playing hard to get.”
Jungkook always had his suspicions, but he knew Jimin wasn’t the type of guy to show most of his emotions anyway. It’s something he’d done as a child, and even now as an adult. He also knew that you would drown in your feelings before you would ever admit to liking Jimin.
Jungkook always caught the longing stares and the clenching of his brother’s fists whenever you and him spent time together. It was even more evident when Jimin would come home to see you both cuddling on the couch watching a movie together, or just the way you were so much more open with him than you were with Jimin.
“Hyung, you can get any girl you want. Why are you so hung up on ___?”
“I don’t want just any girl. I’ve had plenty.” Jimin sighs, the inner turmoil he’s feeling finally bubbling over to the point where he’s excusing himself from the table. He doesn’t bother to clean up, knowing he can take care of it later. Instead he grabs his rhinestone studded jacket and heads for the door. “I’ll be back.” Is all he says before he’s out the door and marching right up to yours.
Taking a deep breath. One. Then two. He finally gains the courage to knock on your door. He can hear shuffling on the opposite side until the door swings open and he hears you groan.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“I do and I’m still standing here.” Jimin nonchalantly shrugs, folding his arms across his chest. He wasn’t leaving until you gave him a definitive answer.
“What do you want then?”
“An answer. You haven’t given me one.” He tries mustering up his infamous eye smile, but you’re so sleepy and you were on the verge of falling asleep before he came over. You’re over all of it honestly, trying to shut the door in his face, but he stops you, effectively pulling an eye roll from you. “Really?”
“Move Jimin.”
“Not until you say you’ll go out with me…” He's persistent and you know he’s not going anywhere even if it’s almost 11 o’clock at night. He’s tired of playing this game. “I asked you two weeks ago and you still haven’t given me an answer. You’re being a brat right now.”
“I’m being a brat?” You scoff, finally folding your arms right over you chest to stand your ground. “What gives you the right?”
“You are! You can’t even give me a simple yes or no answer! It’s not that hard.”
You hadn’t realized the both of you were raising your voice until you hear a neighbor yelling for you to be quiet. Sighing for what seems like the millionth time, you toss your hands in the air. It was obvious he wasn’t going to give up and you just wanted some sleep.
“Did you think that maybe I don’t want to go out with you?”
“If you didn’t you wouldn’t still be standing here listening to me.”
“You wouldn’t let me shut the door. That’s why I’m still standing here…”
“Whatever… just say yes. I really wanna take you out. I don’t know what’s so difficult about it.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, nervous that you will say no. He’s almost positive you will reject him, but to his surprise you don’t.
“If I say yes. Will you leave me alone?”
“Well, no but it’ll make me happy. And—“
“Okay, fine!” You counter, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves because as much as you want to make him suffer, you really want to go on a date with him too. “Fine I’ll go. But on one condition…”
His brow perks as he bites his lip in order to hide his massive grin.
“And what’s that?”
“We go some place where I can have a drink because I’m gonna need it.”
“That can be arranged.” He knows the perfect place. “Friday evening. I’ll come get you.”
“Fine.”
When you shut the door he jumps up and down in excitement. Small fists bawled together, he feels as if he’s just won the lottery. Stuffing his hands in his pocket, he saunters his way back home and closes the door as his brother stares up at him.
“So???” His brother breaks the silence, motioning for him to say something. “What happened?”
“She said ‘yes’.” He practically squeals, plopping down on the sofa as Jungkook turns back to the television show he was watching.
“Fucking finally!”
“You know ___ is stubborn. She’s always been since we were kids.”
Jimin’s at a loss for words. He thought you were surely going to reject him since you put off answering him for nearly two weeks. But now, he could go to sleep happy; excited for what’s to come.
He ruffles his brother’s hair before getting up and heading off to his room.
“Don’t stay up too late.”
Friday was here before either of you knew it. You shake your head in annoyance at yourself for how nervous you were feeling. It’s not like you didn’t know Jimin. Even still, you couldn’t keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay. A secret thrill ran through your body at the prospect of this actually meaning something.
Even after all the things he’s done, the truth was, you didn’t really hate him. The problem was he drove you crazy with his countless antics. You were honestly surprised he never tried to pursue you before. Once he learned about girls, he never looked back. He has always been fast and furious. That was the main reason you took so long to get back to him. You weren’t about to become another one of his countless sluts. He was your best friend’s brother, nothing more. Besides, he never showed interest, really. Flirting here and there didn't count as interest did it?
The doorbell brings you out of your reverie. Adjusting your breasts in the mirror one last time, you scan yourself over and are pretty proud of what you see. You were no longer the same ____ from high school. If Jimin wanted to play, you’d give him the game of a lifetime.
Before you make it downstairs, you find that Jimin has already made himself at home on your couch. You forgot he had the key.
“Get your feet off the coffee table.”
At your voice Jimin turns and almost chokes on the beer he managed to steal from your fridge.
He whistles a low whistle and it makes you break out in goose bumps. Thank god he was too far away to see.
“Damn.”
“Shut up. Let’s go.
“Anything you say, princess.”
He’d never called you that before and although you suspected it was his way of calling you bratty, you couldn’t deny it sent a shiver through your body.
When you get outside, you realize that he was planning on taking you on his motorcycle. Looking down at your skirt and then at Jimin, you realize he’s known about it this the whole time if his smile is any indicator.
“How the hell am I supposed to ride with a skirt on?”
Jimin strolls over and sits on his bike with ease.
“Just wrap your legs around my hips and hold tight.” Son of a bitch.
“This isn’t so bad, now is it?”
Jimin watches you over the glass of his beer trying to read how you're feeling. He looks too damned good sitting on the bar stool in his black leather jacket and pants. His thighs flex under the material when he spreads his legs wider in order to balance his weight. “Eyes up here, I have a face, you know?”
The number of times you’ve rolled your eyes at him are too many to count, but most of the time it was purely due to his cockiness. In some ways you didn’t hate it because it was simply Jimin.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Mini. Besides, you owe me, so make me feel special.”
At the sound of his childhood nickname coming from your lips, he almost chokes on his drink.
“Shit, ___, please don’t call me that here.” Nervously he glances around making sure no one heard.
This particular bar was where he frequented with his gang. If he was caught being soft, they’d never let him live it down. “Why not, Mini?” You were being a tease and he just couldn’t get enough. You stretched out the word causing Jimin to shift in his stool. The fact that you didn’t know how incredibly sexy you were boggled him. He’d always known this, and that’s why he had to protect you.
For some reason, your innocence got in the way. You were very sweet and trusting. Even now he was paying for always being overprotective of you. This very date barely took place because of something that happened seven years ago. He hadn’t meant to rip your dress and ruin your night, but he knew what would have happened if he hadn’t warned you.
The whole prom was a set up. He knew Yoongi well due to the fact that Jimin himself was known as a fuck boy too, except that Jimin had a heart. One night while out, he had heard Yoongi talking with his own crew of douche-bags. For some reason they had set their sights on you. A large betting pool was made to see who could take the least attractive girls out to prom. Whoever lasted the night would win all the money, and from what Jimin saw, it was a lot.
His blood boiled at the way those fuckers tossed your name around as if you weren’t a human being. He would have fucked them up, but he was alone, and ten guys against one hardly seemed fair. And so now here he was facing the consequences of his actions. He had only meant to warn you, keep you from leaving the house, but he knew that he couldn’t tell you the truth. How could he when your eyes beamed with happiness? You looked so absolutely stunning that night that his heart actually ached when he saw you, and so he reacted.
Although you forgave him in some sense, he knew you always thought him a fuck up, and he needed to change that.
“If you keep trying to embarrass me, I’m going to wipe that smile off your face.” The way you reacted made Jimin’s chest puff out. If he could capture the way your face flushed with his thinly veiled threat, he wouldn’t hesitate.
“Wow, am I supposed to be scared or something, Miniiii?” You sing song the name, drawing it out to annoy him a little more.
Jimin’s jaw ticked and for the first time in all the years you’ve known him you felt fear. He was never mean to you, just a pain in the ass, but his face took on such a serious quality that you were beginning to regret your game.
“___, if I have to tell you one more time, you’re going to get it.”
“Is that a promise?”
Smirking, you chuckle at the angry look on his face, but your victory is short lived when his hand slides up your leg and in between your thighs. You freeze when his hand pauses, gripping your inner thigh just inches away from your sex. The closeness was unexpected and you gasp when he slides it just a bit higher.
“Nothing to say, ___? Good. Now, can we get back to this date without you running that little mouth of yours?”
Not really knowing how to explain what you were feeling, you simply nod and he removes his hand slowly, dragging his nails over your skin. In the next instance, he’s drinking his beer as if nothing ever happened.
But for you, it took a few solid minutes to slow down your breathing and get back into the moment. He had never touched you like that before, so you were confused as to how he meant it.
“So, why do you hate my guts so much? I’ve known you since we were kids. Was I really such a dick to you?”
You weren’t prepared for his questions, and it was impossible to form any coherent answer when you were still trying to recover from his touch. Why was he even worried about that when he had just blurred the lines between your friendship? Was he really such a fuck boy he couldn’t tell when he was doing it?
“I-- I don’t hate you...you’re just an asshole sometimes..”
Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up feigning shock. “An asshole, huh? Those are some big words coming from such a small person.”
“Fuck you, Jimin. I could kick your ass if I wanted to.”
“I’d like to see you try.” He turns then and stands to fit himself between your legs. You were careful of how you sat trying to keep your goods from everyone at the bar, but when Jimin slipped in, you forgot all about decency. His tight muscled body snug between your thighs causes your skirt to hike up a bit and Jimin notices. He takes off his leather jacket to place it over your frame. The leather hides you from prying eyes, but not from Jiimin.
“Why can’t you be a good girl? I’m trying to be nice here, but you always have to run your mouth. I want to apologize but you aren’t making this easy for me. Let’s get out of here.”
Seeing Jimin’s genuine expression of frustration, you get up without question. The entire ride home was silent, and it’s when he drops you off at your house with nothing but a kiss on the forehead, that you actually start to feel guilty for being so tough on him.
“Why are you always so uptight around Jimin, ____? Is there something you want to tell me?” Jungkook eyes you curiously as you go to take a bite out of your burger.
“Why do you always have to bother me when I’m eating, Kook?”
He chuckles lightly throwing a fry in your direction. “Because, you’re easy to tease. Now fess up. The prom thing was ages ago. What’s the deal?” His eyes are on you once again, scanning your face for any sign of emotion. Instead of replying, you shove the burger in your mouth taking a huge chunk out of it.
Pretending to be unable to speak, you chew until Jungkook says the words you’ve been dreading since high school.
“You like him, don’t you?”
Bits of food come flying out of your mouth at his statement. Laughing at your state, Jungkook reaches over to pat you on the back.
“I knew it! You don’t even have to tell me.”
Finally catching your breath, you stare daggers at him, trying to convince him that he was speaking lies.
“No!” You try to steady your voice but it wavers and you know he knows. He even has you questioning yourself. “I… I don’t like him…”
“Then why are you blushing?”
“What?”
“Your ears turn red when you’re embarrassed and they’re red now. Also, your cheeks get blotchy too. Remember I’ve known you seen elementary school.” Fuck, he had you there. If anyone knew your reactions, it was him.
“I’m not blushing, I just choked for goodness sake!”
“Yeah, sure. If you say so. But if I were you, I’d make a move soon. He might start to believe you really do hate him.”
Rolling your eyes, you take a sip of your soda in contemplation. Did Jimin really think you hated him? “I don’t hate him, okay? I just—”
“Love him?”
Shocked and embarrassed you grab a handful of fries and chuck them his way.
“Hey!”
“That’s what you get for talking crap.” The problem was that he wasn’t talking crap. You weren’t a hundred percent sure where your feelings stood for Jimin. It had been a long journey in your relationship, and you weren’t ready to be vulnerable with him yet.
“Anyway, the city's annual festival is coming up.” Jungkook says, glancing over at you whose face is stuffed with food once again. Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he immediately busts out into laughter when you try to swallow.
“What about it?”
“Who are you going with?”
“I hadn’t planned on going honestly.” you frown. Just thinking about it has you rolling your eyes, especially after being humiliated the last time you went. It’s always been a day where you sit at home and do nothing but read, maybe even write or watch television. “I just never felt like going back.”
“Well… if you change your mind, you know I’ll go with you. I hate that you always stay cooped up in the house.”
“Since when do you care?” You quirk your brow, confused because he’s never really cared before.
“I’ve always cared. Just never said anything.”
“Yeah, Yeah.”
“Anyways. I might go. If someone asked me to.” you swirl a fry in ketchup as you speak and Jungkook knows exactly who that someone might be.
“Why don’t you ask him? I don’t know why both of you keep being so damn stubborn. One of you need to ask the other out.”
“Shut up…”
“No, just ask him, ___.”
Taking in a deep breath, you shrug your shoulders and continue eating your lunch. You knew Jungkook loved you and only had your best interest at heart, but were you ready to take that step?
“You think ___ would want to go with me?” Jimin’s genuinely curious if you would. The last time you went together was when you were younger before everything happened.
“To where?”
“To the festival…”
“I don’t know. I don’t know why you’re asking me.”
“Because you’re closer to her than I am. You’ll know if—“
“She doesn’t really go anymore.” Jungkook shrugs as he sits back in his seat and fiddles with his phone while looking over the texts you sent him not even a few minutes ago. “You won’t know until you ask her, hyung. I’m tired of playing matchmaker with the two of you. Grow some balls.”
“Excuse me? I’m not scared to ask her, Kook.”
“Could've fooled me. I’m not ___’s father. Just ask her before she finds someone to take your place.”
“What the f-- what’s that supposed to mean? Is she seeing someone?”
“I don’t know. Is she?”
“She’s your best friend. You would know more than me…” Jimin retorts trying not to show just how affected he is by Jungkook’s words. “Why are you being so cryptic?”
“I’m not though.” Jungkook shrugs, “Anyway, are we going or not?”
“Not until you tell me.”
“Why can’t you ask her?”
“Because you can just tell me! What the hell? It’s a simple yes or no question.” Jimin smiles triumphantly, folding his arms across his chest as Jungkook groans.
“Fine. Yeah she is.” Jungkook says matter-of-factly, seeing Jimin’s face smile plummet to the floor. “Can we go now?”
“Yeah… sure.” Jimin let's Jungkook leave first, grabbing his phone and his bag so he can lock up.
Jungkook knows he’s wrong for what he said, but honestly, he’s tired of being in the middle of you two. You’re not even talking to anyone else, but he hopes it’ll light a fire under his brother so that he will finally ask you out.
He watches silently knowing that Jimin’s mind is conjuring up endless scenarios of nonsense. He knew his brother tended to overthink things, sometimes a little too much.
“We went on a date though…”
“She can still date multiple people, hyung.”
“I guess…” Jimin mumbles, taking in a deep breath but still frowning. “I should’ve guessed it. Of course she wouldn’t only be talking to me.”
Jungkook feels even worse at hearing his brother’s dismay, but he hopes it will motivate his brother to talk to you. He’s been rooting for the two of you, and wants you to be together. If only you would both stop being cowards.
“Just tell her. For your sake...” Jungkook says, “...and mine.”
“I know I said I’d go with you, but I didn’t really want to.”
“Well suck it up because you’re my friend date.” Jungkook says, letting you hook your arm around his.
“You’re lucky I even decided to come. It’s too cold for this.”
“You wouldn’t stand me up. And it’s slightly chilly…you’ll be fine.” He grins, shoving you playfully as you giggle in retaliation. “Anyway, Jimin said he’ll meet us here, but I don’t see him.”
“Maybe he got lost? It is kind of crowded.”
“Probably.” Jungkook pulls his phone from his pocket to dial his brother to see where he is. Answering on the second ring, you listen as you can tell he’s directing Jimin to where you are. “I’m waving do you see me?”
“Yeah, I see you.” Jimin says behind you, causing you to jump away from Jungkook.
“Jesus, Jimin.”
His lips form a half smile before falling again when you wrap your arm around Jungkook’s like before.
“Damn took you forever.”
“Too many people here,” Jimin shrugs as his eyes are fixated on you. More importantly, fixated on the way you’re all over his little brother. He hadn’t asked you out and now he feels as if he was forced to be the third wheel. He feels so stupid dragging behind the both of you, watching intently at your interaction. Unexpectedly, he gets a sinking feeling in his stomach.
How has he not noticed it before? The way you talk to his brother, how you’re always so quick to cling to him, and how you always defend him from Jimin when the teasing gets to be too much.
There has to be something going on.
Were you dating and he didn’t know it? Was that why Jungkook didn’t want to help him? But, that wouldn’t make any sense! Why did you go on a date with him then?
He watches as Jungkook searches for something before dragging the both of you until he finds what he’s looking for. His favorite churro stand.
“Hyung?” He can hear Jungkook calling for him, bringing him out of his thoughts. The both of you stare back at him when he doesn’t answer, Jungkook’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.
“Sorry… What did you ask?” Jimin glances between the both of you, the sinking feeling never ceasing. You both honestly, looked so cute together, and it was evident that both of you liked each other too. Geez, could life slap him any harder than it already has?
When he sees Jungkook’s lips move again, he tunes back in to what his brother was saying, much to his dismay.
“Uh, I just asked if you wanted one?”
“One of what?”
“Churro… Where have you been this whole time?” You jokingly ask, but Jimin is too in his head to think of a snarky reply. Instead, he excuses himself as you and Jungkook watch him disappear into the crowd of people. “What was that about?”
“I don’t know…” Jungkook shrugs even though he knows exactly what’s happening. He saw the looks his older brother gave you when you decided to hold his hand, and how upset he looked when you locked arms. You’ve always been this way with him. He doesn’t understand why his brother is so upset.
“Oooh! You should get me that teddy bear!” You break Jungkook out of his lingering thoughts only for him to see you’ve run off towards it, pointing at it like a little kid asking their parents for help. It’s so cute and Jungkook can see why his brother is so into you. Too bad you’re not his type.
“Which one?”
“That one.” You point aggressively, stretching your arm so he can see exactly which one.
“I don’t see it.” He squints, pretending to not see it even after you’ve stomped your foot and pouted. You playfully slap his arm as he laughs, gearing up to begin tossing the rings onto the tip of the bottles. You cheer him on as he aims all of his shots perfectly. When he wins, he tells the guy which one you want, and you take it from his grasp like a kid in a candy store. The brown teddy bear is ten times bigger than you with a cute orange sweater on it that says ‘Busan City Lights Festival 2019’.
“Ah! I’ll cherish it forever!” You giggle, leaning up to go in for a kiss on the cheek, but in that moment Jungkook turns and you catch his lips by accident. You quickly pull away, eyes widening into saucers as you stutter your way through an apology. Jungkook waves you off, telling you it’s fine but you feel terribly awkward and embarrassed.
“Shit happens. Anyways, we should find Jimi--“
You both turn to see Jimin simply staring at the two of you. What are the odds that he actually saw you kiss Jungkook? Granted it was an accident, but to outsiders, it may not have looked that way.
“H-Hey Jimin… We were just coming to find you…” Jungkook says, but Jimin is staring directly at you. You feel like you’re burning under his gaze, unsure how to deviate his attention because you know for a fact he saw you.
“Jimin…”
“Save it. I’m going home.” Jimin turns on his heels making a b line straight for the parking lot. His heart pounds against his chest as he fumbles with his keys.
He doesn’t hear you tell Jungkook you’ll be back, handing him the teddy bear to hang-on to while you chase after his brother. Jungkook sees you weave your way through the crowd only to watch you quickly disappear. He lets out a deep sigh as he goes to sit at one of the picnic tables. When would both of you take your heads out of your asses and see what was truly there?
You feel bad, though it’s just a misunderstanding. You know Jimin had his suspicions of you and Jungkook, but that’s just how both of you have always been. You were always more affectionate towards Jungkook because he was more accepting of it.
You finally catch up to Jimin, grabbing his arm, spinning him around to face you.
“Jimin. Stop!”
“What the fuck, __?” He’s fuming. You have never seen him look at anyone the way he’s glaring at you now.
His tone makes you feel small, and on instinct you back away to give him a little space.
“It’s not what you think…”
“Then please tell me because it looks like you’re playing me for my brother.”
“What?! No! Why would you think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” Jimin scoffs, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly as if it’s the easiest answer to come up with. Were you really that dense? “Maybe because I just saw you making out with him—“
“We weren’t making out…”
“It seemed that way to me.” Honestly, he’s so done with all the petty high school drama you’ve put him through. “I’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other. How you’re quick to cling to Jungkook without a second thought. I get it. I do. He’s your best friend. Whatever. But there’s something more there and I don’t want to be the one to get hurt because of it. One day you want me and then the next you want him…”
“Jimin…”
“Don’t pity me. Just go back. It’s clear you’d much rather be with him than me anyway.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m just telli—“
“No, you’re lying to yourself!” You step forward, trying to get closer to him but each time you do, he steps back. Trying to keep his distance from you, he ends up backing himself into his bike with nowhere to go. “If I wanted to be with Jungkook, I wouldn’t have chased after you. I wouldn’t be here trying to tell you that it was a fucking mistake. A mistake! And if you would listen to me, you would know it meant nothing to both of us!”
“Well why didn’t you fucking say that in the beginning?!”
“Because you wouldn’t let me!” You grip his plain white shirt, scrunching it in your fists before pulling him down for a heated kiss. Your palms can feel Jimin’s heart pounding against his chest when you push him back so you can speak. “Next time ask me before making assumptions.”
You turn to walk away but Jimin stops you, pulling you back into another kiss, one that has you melting into his body. He’s trying his best to hold himself up, but he finds himself growing weak in the knees the more you kiss him. He grows hungrier as he feels your tongue roll across his bottom lip as if asking for permission to enter, and he gives in without a second thought. Eyes closed, your tongue rolls all over his as he lets you take charge, wanting to get the feel of how you like it.
“Fuck…” He groans as you suck his tongue into your mouth. His eyes widen when you bite down on his bottom lip and pull it towards you. “All this time I thought you were a virgin…”
“Far from it.” You laugh until he bends forward, kissing down your neck. He holds you still so he can give it a little nibble, grazing his teeth so effortlessly against your skin. You gasp close to his ear, lips touching the crevice of his neck and chills run down his spine.
He stops from going any further, however.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Do you really wanna have sex in the middle of the parking lot?” He shoots you a sly grin before turning around and handing you a helmet. “Come on, I wanna take you somewhere.”
You don’t even question it, taking the helmet and practically molding yourself into his form. He loves how much closer you are to his back compared to the first time you rode with him. He didn’t even have to tell you to hold on tight because your arms were already wrapped around his waist.
His motorcycle comes to life, engine roaring in the dead of night.
He zips through traffic as the city lights turn into a natural light guided by the moon. Eventually, you get the courage to ask him where he’s taking you since you don’t know where you are anymore.
“My getaway spot.” Is all he tells you when he finally pulls to a complete stop at what looks like a dead end. You’re surrounded by nothing but trees, something you weren’t expecting.
“You wanted to show me trees?”
“Just come with me.” He mumbles, deciding to push his bike along as you tread up a hill.
Finally reaching the top, Jimin pulls out the kickstand and leans against his bike with his arms crossed. Taking in your surroundings, you see trees covering the entire area except for the edge of the cliff that overlooks the town lake.
Looking forward, you notice the festival off in the distance. “This is your spot? How come I never knew about it before?”
Jimin smirks at the flirty attitude you’re suddenly giving off. “Because if I told you, then it wouldn’t be my spot, now would it?”
You crinkle your nose at him, and cross your arms, mimicking his behavior. “So what are we doing here?” You smile, biting your bottom lip in the process, and Jimin quickly pushes himself off of his bike and walks towards you.
“This.” he says sweetly before he takes you in for another kiss. His lips are soft and warm, just the right amount of pressure applied to have you wanting more.
Slowly he nips and tugs at your lips, beckoning your lips with his. Wanting more, he teases your bottom lip with his teeth allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth effortlessly. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he turns your body, and walks you backwards until you feel something hard and cold on your back. “Be a good girl, and sit.”
“You really think you’re in charge here?”
Gritting his teeth he lifts you up sitting you on the leather seat of his bike, fitting himself between your legs easily with your back to the handlebars.
“Mhmm, I know I am.” he replies against your ear. Expertly he rolls his hips onto your center and you moan into his mouth. “Jimin...fuckk…”
Holding you tight, he presses his chest to yours, devouring you in another kiss. He’d been wanting this for so long, and now that you were here...in his arms….he was getting lost in the moment.
One of his hands slides up and down your thigh, rubbing teasing circles as it climbs higher and higher. Massaging the crease where your thigh meets your core, you giggle at the sensation.
“What’s so funny, brat?” Jimin nuzzles your nose with his own.
“You’re tickling me, genius.”
Jimin’s eyes suddenly turn dark, eyes slitting into creases. “Are you being a smartass? Because if you are, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”
“What if I am? What are you—”
Jimin has had enough of your mouth, and he’s been dying to adjust your attitude. Grabbing you by the arm, he yanks you forward.
“Get up.” He pats your thigh only to see that you don’t even budge. “Such a brat.”
“Make me.”
“You know I will, princess.” His smirk sends a soft chill down your spine, seeing the way your eyes dilate with purpose. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.
He positions you on the bike the way he wants you, so your legs are wrapped around his waist.
Bringing your arms up around him, you play with the nape of his neck and he grins.
He’s imagined this scenario so many times in his head, but none of them prepared him for this.
You’re definitely so much different than what he originally thought.
“You’re thinking too much. Just let go. Let it happen.” You pull him in by the collar of his leather jacket and throw your arms around his shoulder. His eyes widen with curiosity the moment you begin kissing up his jawline, nipping at his tiny hoop earring. You tug it gently between your teeth and it’s enough to get a reaction out of him. As if involuntarily, Jimin grinds up against your center to try and relieve himself.
It’s funny because for as long as he’s had his motorcycle, he’s never thought about doing something like this with anybody; let alone with you.
“Eyes up here.” You cup his chin, whispering in his ear how gorgeous he looked basking in the moonlight and how it hit his skin just right.
Pulling back, he locks eyes with you, groaning in desperation. “You’re such a tease.”
“Am I?” you ask, fingers playing with his jeans. There was just something so sexy about Park Jimin and ripped jeans. He always looked good in them, no matter how mauled they looked, and right now, it was no different. “You look eager for something.”
“I just want you to touch me.”
The strain in his jeans make him desperate, wanting a release, but he wasn’t about to beg you. You yank him forward, swiftly unbuttoning his pants as his breath hitches the moment you dip your hands inside of his boxers. He’s hovered over you, hands on the handlebars as he tries to keep his balance.
“You got your dick pierced?” You ask, genuinely surprised but so turned on at the thought. He can’t even answer you, your fingers playing with the little ring distracting him with how damn warm and divine it feels. He finds himself rolling his hips into your hand, wanting more friction than what’s being given, but you pause. He whines, grabbing your wrist immediately.
“Why’d you stop?”
“You didn’t answer my question.” You tease him, giving the head of his cock a light squeeze.
“What does it feel like?” he quips.
“So snippy…” You let go of him completely, and he whips his head up to look at you, nibbling his lips nervously. “Stand up.”
He gets off the bike, and stands up to lean against it the best he can without it falling over. You follow suit, leaves crunching under each and every step. It’s a little chilly but not enough to make the both of you stop, and you honestly don’t even want to.
You pull his pants down, along with his underwear, to his glorious mid-thigh as he lets out a guttural groan. He struggles to maintain his composure, but his hard cock feels so hot and heavy against your hand . You love the little ring lodged into the head of his dick, so pretty and encrusted with little jewels. Your face says it all, a mixture of lust and wonder takes over, and he finds himself at your mercy once you decide to finally taste him.
“It suits you.” Is all you say before you sink your mouth onto the poor unsuspecting boy. His eyes widen comically, but he indulges in the way your mouth feels. The ring only adds to his pleasure once you stop being afraid and begin flicking it with your tongue.
He finds himself weak in the knees, hands on top of your head for a little leverage, your tongue alone making him feel amazing.
“You’re so—oh god— y-your mouth… fuck!” Jimin tosses his head back and gulps, his hands tightening their grip on the seat of his bike as he finds himself trying to fuck into your mouth, but you stop him by putting your hand on his hip, tracing his v-line down to the base before wrapping your hand around him.
That’s when you decide to pick up the pace, bobbing your head up and down, and he doesn’t know where to place his feelings. He’s overwhelmed, never having had someone take care of him. The girls before you almost always wanted what they could take… no other experience was ever like this. You looked happy to give him pleasure.
“I’m— shit… s-Stop! Stop!” He whines, trying his hardest to catch his breath as you stop completely, your eyes enlarging, afraid that he might be hurting.
“I got carried away. Did I hurt you, I’m s—“
“No! No… I’m fine. I-I just… fuck, what the hell?” He thinks it’s cute how you apologize for something that wasn’t even your fault. The truth was, if you kept going like that he was sure to blow his load, and he didn’t want that, at least not until he had you.
“What’s wrong?”
“Stand up, princess.” he grins, helping you up as you clumsily stumble a few times. He wipes the excess saliva off the side of your mouth before bringing his fingers up to his mouth to suck while staring directly into your eyes. “Bend over the seat.”
He moves so you can do just that, your mind in a lustful haze, as is his. Unbuttoning your pants and letting them drop to the floor, he places his hand on your ass to give it a small squeeze. Softly he kneads at the flesh before bringing his hand back to give it a smack. You yelp cutely, following it up with a moan, and Jimin finds he could listen to the sounds you make all day.
“Like that, princess?” You push back into him, feeling him grind right into you. “Such a little minx for me.” he says, letting out an airy chuckle.
“Just hurry up and fuck me already,” you grimace at the sudden brush of cold air against your skin. It’s getting darker and you need to get back before it gets too late.
“So impatient.”
“Yeah, Yeah. You’re not the one with their ass out in the open.”
Jimin grins though you can’t see it. He gets down on his knees and spreads you open. Licking his lips, he dives right in. You both seem to like the element of surprise, something Jimin is definitely good at. He rolls his tongue right between your dripping folds, the tingle causing you to squeeze around absolutely nothing.
You can hear the way he slurps you dry, tongue-fucking you to his heart’s content. He likes the way you moan for him to keep going, and how you reach back to keep his face buried in your soppy cunt.
When he finally pulls back, he’s quick to jump up and align himself to push inside you.
“Ah fuck!”
“M-Move Jimin…” He glances down to see your head turn to look back at him, your eyes glossy and slightly red. You’ve never experienced anything like this, he can tell.
“I’ll be gentle if y—“
“No, fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else. Don’t go soft of me.” You don’t have to say anything more because at that moment, his resolve begins to break down. The way you’re talking, mixed with the way you’re trying to fuck yourself back onto him, clearly expresses that you’re just as much of a freak as he is.
He lifts up his shirt to get a good look at the way his cock disappears. He starts off slow, but not so much that it doesn't keep you satisfied. Watching his cock disappear inside of you is a wondrous sight to see.
“Harder…”
He gives you exactly what you ask for, grabbing onto your shirt for leverage. He’s sure he’s ripped it, seeing now how it’s hanging a little too low, but he’ll buy you another one.
He’s practically drilling into you, his thrusts a little sloppier as time goes on, but he loves feeling you squeeze around him. He can hear just how wet you are from everything and it makes him pick up the speed. He’s so close, and he knows you’re close too. He takes the opportunity to reach in front of you to start playing with your bundle of nerves. He hears you gasp and squeal knowing it’s bringing you so much closer. His other hand finds its way under your shirt, twisting and playing with your nipple as his hips stutter.
“Jimin, oh fuck!”
“Are you gonna cum? Cum all over my dick, princess.”
You whimper, collapsing even further onto his bike amazing him with your flexibility.
He quickly gets your leg untangled from your jeans and raises it up to sit on the seat. Opening you up so much more, he’s drowning in the thought of you and what’s to come out of this.
“You keep squeezing me like that…” Jimin couldn’t even get his words out when he sees you turn to look at him, a devious smirk on your face as you do exactly that. Suddenly. he pulls himself out of you and begins jacking himself off, coming all over your ass. He tries to catch his breath, hoping you came too but of course you hadn’t.
Right when you were going to get up, he pushes your torso back onto the bike. His thoughts turning to one thing and one thing only-- It’s your turn to cum.
He flicks and licks, using his hands to clap your ass cheeks together before licking his finger and sticking it right into your ass. He doesn’t stop fingering you, doesn’t stop eating you until he feels you struggle to keep yourself upright. Pulsing around his tongue, he can tell you’re close, just needing an extra push. He begins playing with your clit and the nerves right above it, causing you to chant his name like a witch casting a spell.
“Keep—God… R-Right there… T-There!”
He tastes your cum, continuing to lick you dry as the festive fireworks begin to go off in the background. Once he’s done, he stands to his feet and leans over your spent body.
“Was that good?”
You don’t even have a snarky come back for him because you’re trying your hardest to calm your palpitating heart.
“Hey, are you okay?” He’s genuinely concerned, but you sit up and turn back with a smile.
“Perfect.”
He grins with you, helping you up and finding some napkins to help clean you off. Pulling your pants up in the process. You watch him toss the dirty napkin to the ground, shoving him and shaking your head.
“Really?”
“What?” He asks, confused as to why it’s such a big deal.
“Just toss it in the trash can. Last thing you need is for some poor animal t—“
“Okay fine.” He cuts you off not wanting to hear the rest of it but laughs anyway. Walking a little ways upward, he finds a picnic table and pulls you along with him to finish watching the fireworks show.
He lays his jacket on the table and helps you climb up to lay down and get comfortable.
After watching the show for a little more, he finally breaks the silence.
“So, what does this mean for us?”
It’s a question you knew was coming, but even then you still don’t know. You were hoping he had the answer.
“It means you can take me out on another date.”
“I can arrange that,” Jimin says, looking down at the way you’re cuddled right into his chest. No doubt listening to the way his heart beat a mile a minute, skipping a few beats too. “___?”
“Yeah, Mini?” He wants to get mad at the use of the nickname, but a part of him finds it so endearing now that he can’t. Instead he just stays quiet, hoping you won’t ask him what he wants but of course you do.
“What’s wrong?” You’re looking at him with the most adorable puppy eyes he’s ever seen and he can’t take it, so he simply blurts it out.
“I wanted to tell you—“ He sits up, taking your hand and you’re so confused because he was just so vocal during sex, but now he’s not.
“Just say it…”
“Ugh,” He groans, pulling you into his chest, hearing you laugh at his antics.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Just be my girlfriend.” He sighs, finally asking, but nervously awaiting your response.
Your eyes widen, but you immediately nod your head yes.
“Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
You practically tackle him down to the table, raising his hands above his head and grinning. You’re quick to kiss him again, this time it’s soft as you feel him finagle his way out of your grip to put his hand on either side of your face to deepen it. There’s so much tongue but there’s no fight, just the exploration of each other.
When he pulls back, he bites his lips and smiles tenderly. He wishes he could stay like this forever.
“We should get back. I’m sure Jungkook is wondering where we are.” you mention, but he simply stops you by keeping you rooted in place, “Mini…”
“We’ll go back after a second.”
His lips are back on yours and because it was him, you knew he didn’t have plans on going back anytime soon.
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|| a fic for the bangtan smut central network’s in the mood project ||
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 namjoon x reader || 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 3k || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 smut, idol au
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 your boyfriend is about to give an important speech at the United Nations but isn’t handling pre-speech nerves too well. luckily, you know some ways to help him relax.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 blowjob, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (they’re in a locked room in a public place), orgasm denial, praise, teasing, creampie
many thanks to miss nell @jamaisjoons for making the banner. happy birthday my yin < 3 all the love just for you xxxx
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“You need to relax, Namjoon,” you instruct softly, but of course he doesn’t hear you.
“...the decision to join BTS, there were many huddles. Hurdles. There were many hurdles. Some may not- shit,” he curses, switching back into his native Korean, “is this what a heart attack feels like? I shouldn’t be here, they’re all-”
“Namjoon,” you interrupt insistently, bringing his anxious pacing to a halt. “Sit down.” You wait for him to reluctantly pull a chair beside you, still fidgeting with his cuffs and shuffling his feet on the carpet. “It’s going to be okay, alright? You’ve delivered this speech to me, to the others, countless times. You know it. You just need to take some deep breaths and calm down for me.”
“How am I meant to calm down?” he asks, hand hovering at his temple as he resists the urge to run his fingers through his perfectly styled hair.
Although the question is rhetoric, you can’t help but flick him a coy smile, sliding your hand over to rest on his thigh, massaging the taut muscle softly. “I can think of a few ways…”
He shakes his head, eyes darting to the clock on the wall. “I need to be rehearsing, baby.”
“Then rehearse.”
His eyebrows lift in confusion as you push your chair out, standing up to double-check the door to the spare meeting room is locked. “What do you mean? What are you doing?”
“Rehearse,” you repeat calmly, “I’ll take care of the rest.” You smirk as you spin his chair around to face outwards and drop to your knees in front of him, running your palms up and down his inner thighs to spread them. You can see the waver of indecision in his eyes, the temptation that he wants to give in to. “Just think, baby,” you persuade in a velvet coo, “if you can give your speech while your cock is down my throat, you can give it anywhere.”
“Fuck,” he curses gutturally when your fingers run lightly over his already-tented crotch, throat bobbing as he swallows hard. “Fuck, okay. Door’s locked?”
“Just us,” you reply smoothly, tugging at his belt. “Now, I don’t hear any rehearsing,” you tease, flicking your gaze up to meet his.
His eyebrow lifts at your tone, but the tension eases when he feels your hand, slightly chilled from the air-conditioned room, bypass his pants and underwear and bring him out of his pants, heavy in your palm. “Ah, feels so good, baby. Okay, where does it start? I was… no, I’d like to begin by talking about myself. I was born in Ilsan…”
You grin internally as his deep russet voice fills the room, more gravelly than usual with arousal. All you’ve done is grip him, licking a single wet stripe up the underside of his cock for some lubricant, and already you can see the way his knuckles turn white as he latches on tightly to the arms of the desk chair. The lines of the speech are almost so familiar that you tune them out, focusing on your mission to relax him.
Before dating Namjoon, you never got any enjoyment from going down on guys. You saw it as an act of service that would be rewarded by oral for you, like a transaction, but never was it anything you actually wanted to do. Your current boyfriend, however, is different. There’s something addicting about watching and feeling him come apart under your ministrations, and while he always takes control in the bedroom, you’ve come to love the specific power you have when your lips are wrapped around him.
You do that now, taking his swollen head in your mouth, tongue always active as it seeks out those familiar ridges that draw the most beautiful sounds from him. You tune back in as you do so, eager to see if he can manage to keep focussed.
“...shut out my own vo- voice, and started to listen… listen to the voices of others. No one called out my name…” Namjoon’s thighs are clenched so tightly they’re rock solid, and his words sound distant because of his head being tipped towards the ceiling, veins in his neck visible with the force at which he clenches his jaw. But still, he keeps delivering his speech, line after line. You’re somehow both proud and disappointed.
With renewed vigor, you sit up higher on your knees so that you’re at a better angle to take him deep inside you, forcing your throat to stay relaxed as his cockhead poked at the back of your palate, almost triggering your gag reflex. You pull back up off him with a wet pop and then slide back down again, this time keeping your eyes firmly on him.
One of your hands comes up to fondle at his balls, massaging the skin just behind, and his head shoots down, a palm heavy on the back of your head as he pushes you down again, grinding his hips unconsciously.
“Fuck, baby,” he praises with a lust-filled, lazy grin, and you feel your heart swell. But of course, his job was to keep rehearsing, and you remind him with a warning hum and a wiggle of your eyebrows, and his jaw shifts, cheek popping. “I know, I know,” he makes out through gritted teeth. “Fuck, where was I? ARMY. Because of the love and support that our ARMY fans all over the world make for- god, fuck right there!”
You would grin triumphantly if your jaw wasn’t spread so wide around his thick girth, but swallowing around his cock had the desired effect, as his fingers dig in slightly on your scalp and his hips stutter. You feel him begin to harden even more, and you know he must be close. You slow down, pulling up off him and giving your jaw a chance to relax, instead pressing soft kisses to his tip, flicking your tongue teasingly over his slit.
“Dammit, I was so close, why did you stop? You’re meant to be relaxing me,” he complains, head tipping to the side as if he’s too tired to hold it upright. You can see the beads of sweat at his temples and the glistening sheen at the hollow of his neck, and you know the makeup artists would be cursing you to the ground right now if they could. But you don’t care much about that.
You smirk, reaching your other hand up to rub your palm flat over his tip as the other holds him steady. You know right on the tip is one of the most sensitive places for him, and he jolts violently, curling forward with a surprised moan, choked in his throat. You quirk an eyebrow, pleased at the way he’s falling apart so beautifully for you. “And you’re meant to be rehearsing.”
You can read the confliction in his face clear as day. The urge to chase his orgasm coupled with the knowledge that he should, in fact, be practicing his speech right now. “You better not stop,” he warns darkly, before shifting in his seat, eyes dancing blindly around the room as he fights to recall his next lines.
“I have come to love myself for who I am, for who I was, and for who I hope to become.” He valiantly fights through his speech, at some points his voice barely more than a choked-out gasp, but he manages. You return to sucking him off enthusiastically, but the whole time, you’re grinning internally, barely holding back a laugh of dark glee.
He reaches the edge quickly, so wired up and ready for release, and with how well you know his body, know his every reaction, you let his voice wash over you and continue until he’s gripping your hair tight enough to pull out some strands, and his back is arching with the suppressed urge to move his hips.
“We have learned to love ourselves, fuck, I’m so close, we- you- fuck, that’s it. So now I urge you to spe-eak yourself. I’d like to- fuck!” He lets out a desperate wail, hand pushing on your head to try and bring your mouth back on him again, but you knock it off, sitting back on your heels and delicately wiping the spit from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, why the fuck did you stop, I said not to stop,” he babbles mindlessly, hand giving up on trying to pull you closer and instead reaching down to grip himself, jerking furiously, but the edge is already gone, and he pants, fingers slipping lower to palm his balls in frustration. “Why the fuck did you do that?” he huffs out, equal parts angry and exhausted.
You adjust your clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles in your shirt and standing up to brush off any dust from your pants. His dark gaze follows you, and you shrug with a cheeky grin. “You messed up.”
“What?”
“You missed a part. A pretty big chunk, actually. ‘Today, I am who I am with all my faults and my mistakes.’ That whole part before the final paragraph.”
He fights to catch his breath, all pleasure and humor removed from his face. “That was way back in the speech,” he notes, “so why did you wait so long to stop, hm?”
You pout, shrugging. “I only just realised.” Your eyes lift to the clock on the wall, tuning back in to it’s regular ticking. “Fifteen minutes ‘til showtime, Joon, the boys are probably wondering where you are. Might want to deal with that before you go.” You gesture at his angry red cock, dripping with saliva, with a tip of your chin.
His eyes cloud over and his jaw tightens, the usual power figure you had grown used to in the bedroom. His arm reaches out and his fingers close around your wrist, tugging you closer, making you stumble into the table beside his chair. “It’s you I’ll be dealing with,” he promises darkly, standing up and pressing a hand between your shoulder blades, folding you over the edge of the table. You automatically prop yourself up with your hands, but he keeps pushing, forcing you to flatten fully against the cold glass surface, arms lying uselessly at your sides.
Your eyes fall shut and you let out a sigh as he flips up your skirt, exposing your soaked underwear to the cool air. Rather than taking them off, he slips his fingers under the fabric at the back and bunches it in the centre, tugging roughly so that it drags against your clit and lifts your hips up, cheeks fully exposed.
He wastes no time in bringing his free hand down harshly on your skin, the smack resounding in the near-empty meeting room. You whimper, shifting on your toes beneath him. “Now,” he growls, “I don’t have time to be disciplining you now like you deserve, so you won’t get as many spanks now. But you know what that means, right?”
You sniff. “They’ll be harder?”
“Correct. I want you to count them for me, and apologise for being such a little tease after each one.” He smacks you on the other cheek with such force that you can hear the air whistle before you feel the blow, and you jerk against the table, fingers curling against the smooth glass, wishing you had something to grab onto.
“Two, I’m sorry for being such a little tease, Namjoonie.”
He alternates cheeks, each hit leaving your skin feeling on fire, but every time your body naturally jolts in response, the ruined fabric of your panties rubs against your clit, and you feel yourself growing even wetter, dripping past the underwear, soaking the tops of your thighs. He only spanks you ten times, far less than what he would normally give when you’d misbehaved, but you really feel every one, and by the time he’s massaging the sting from your flesh, you’re shivering beneath him, legs barely strong enough to hold your hips up.
“Good girl,” he praises softly, “we can finish your punishment later tonight, can’t we?” You whine, curling your toes at the thought, and he laughs softly. “But I don’t have time, so I’m going to use that pretty little hole of yours now. Are you ready for me?”
You fight a soft smile. No matter how much lust clouded his vision, Namjoon always worried about you, always took care of you. You nod silently, turning your head so that your warm cheek cools on the glass, your arms lifting to hide either side of your face. He had just smacked your ass enough that you wouldn’t be able to sit for the rest of the day and here you were getting all soft over him.
“Baby’s gone all shy on me, hm?” You gasp onto the tabletop as he nudges your legs further apart with his foot, slipping your panties down so that they catch at your lower thighs, leaving you exposed to him. “What happened to the little minx that wouldn’t let me cum because I fucked up my speech?” You murmur something, muffled by your upper arms. “What was that?”
“Just fuck me, Namjoonie,” you beg with a pout, “‘need you.”
Though you can’t see it, you can sense the triumphant grin on his face. “I know you do, baby. This pretty little pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?” He doesn’t wait for your answer, though you give it with a content moan, and simply lines himself up, pushing into you slowly but unyielding, not stopping until he rests his hips flush against you. He curses lowly, muttering mindless praise as he pulls out just as slowly, before plunging back in.
Your mouth falls open with the satisfaction of being filled, and you can’t find it in yourself to care about the drool that marks the table. He picks up speed after you wiggle impatiently, and every snap of his hips sends your body jerking forward, caught by the edge of the glass table digging into your upper thighs.
You must be making too much noise, because your boyfriend reaches forward, leaning over your back, to wrap a strong hand around your jaw, thumb pressing between your lips. You open your mouth and obediently suck on him, moaning still as the new angle makes him hit places in you that have you feeling electricity in your fingers and toes, mindless with pleasure.
You both freeze when there’s a knock at the door. “Five minutes, hyung,” you hear a muffled voice call, “are you ready to come out now?”
“Just a minute,” Namjoon replies in a surprisingly steady voice, “I just need to go to the bathroom and I’ll be out. Nervous pee,” he explains.
“Alrighty,” one of his members replies back, the smooth tone of the voice making you think it must be Taehyung, “we’re just gonna be waiting outside the door to the main room. Don’t leave it too late, the other speech is already wrapping up. Seokjin-hyung is starting to freak.”
“Just a minute,” Namjoon repeats insistently, sighing in relief when he hears the receding footsteps.
You crane your neck back, dropping his thumb from your mouth. “I don’t care how nervous you are, you better not fucking pee in me.”
He lets out a tired laugh. “Sorry, I figured it would be better to lie than to say I was balls deep in my girlfriend. Now; where were we?” Without waiting for an answer, he sits up and grips your hips, thrusting into you with a renewed vigor that has you biting down hard on your lip to prevent the moans from spilling out.
You’ve never experienced him fucking you with such frenzied passion, and you can’t deny the speed at which it brings you to your edge. With every snap of his hips, his cock strikes a deepness inside you that’s almost too much pleasure to take, and shakily you reach back an arm; whether it’s to slow him or to simply anchor yourself, you don’t even know.
You feel his fingers slip between yours, holding your hand tightly as his other rests on your hip as leverage to drive harder and harder. “Good fucking girl,” he pants out, “you gonna let me cum in you?”
You nod, head lolling weakly on the table. “I wanna cum too, Namjoonie,” you whine, slipping your free hand lower, pressing it between your body and the table so you can rub at your clit, sending warmth through your body with the added stimulation.
“Cum for me now, baby,” he directs, and curses thickly as he spills inside you, continuing to thrust even as you feel his seed gathering around your entrance, dripping out onto the table edge and very possibly the carpet.
You speed your fingers up, not wanting him to come down from his high before you get there yourself, and it’s the sound of an impatient knock at the door that sends you over the edge, Namjoon halting to call out, though you can’t even hear it as your eyes roll back into your head and your body shudders, wracked with silent waves of pleasure. You pout in disappointment as he pulls out, no doubt needing to hurry to get back out to the rest of his band members, and pulls your panties back up, patting it over the soaked and ruined crotch before pressing your legs together.
He leans down over you as you tremble with aftershocks, his breath hot on your ear. “Keep it in for me, baby,” he requests. “I’ll celebrate a speech well done later by fucking it back out of you.”
You groan, waiting for the energy to return to your limbs so that you can stand back up and tidy yourself up. Namjoon mumbles an apology that he has to leave, checks his appearance in the mirror one last time, and heads out. You smile sleepily onto the heated glass of the table. That’s certainly one way to get rid of nerves.
Summary: You reminisce about your relationship with your boyfriend over the course of four bases.
Warning: Fluffy and softly grumpy Jinnie, the four bases, french kissing, shirtless Jin, flirting badly omg sorry, oral (both receiving), fingering, kitchen sex (clean up after this), unprotected sex (be safe guys)!
A/N: The following work is part of the In the Mood Project for @bangtansmutcentraland the lovely moodboard is contributed by @meispace <3
The feel of soft hands meeting the curve of your waist was what drew your attention to the new presence in your small but decently equipped kitchen. You hummed, lips rising in a smile when your ear buds were removed, gently looping them around your neck.
“Good morning,” you murmured, letting your head tilt back, against a broad shoulder. A shoulder to rival all shoulders as a matter of fact.
Mr. Shoulders hums right back, fingers skimming over your torso to rest at your stomach, holding you to him. “Hi, what are we up to?”
You glanced down at your hands, holding the skillet that sizzled with pancakes. The aroma of sweet carbohydrates and melting butter had already permeated the kitchen.
“I’m…making breakfast?” your words sounded as much a question to you as an answer, wondering why he asked. You backed further into him, nestling against his large frame until you noticed the closed eyelids.
“You mean you left me in bed all by my lonesome for food?”
You had to roll your eyes. If there was one thing your boyfriend of four years was, it was clingy and whiny when tired. He had been working hard – too hard, in your opinion – for the last two weeks, perfecting a presentation that would guarantee him a promotion. The presentation had pulled off spectacularly; the man resulted to entering your shared apartment with an air of extreme satisfaction.
An impromptu date had followed.
You had been hesitant, worrying he might collapse straight into his steak but he’d held up, driving the both of you back carefully before dropping and passing out in bed with barely any cleaning up, curled around you like a huge snuggly teddy bear. You’d hoped to make him some breakfast in bed for a well earned weekend but with his heavy body draped over yours, it was futile.
“Baby,” you cooed, turning around to hug him, hands rubbing over his bare back in an effort to soothe out the separation anxiety he proclaimed to suffer from. “Go back to bed, yeah? I’ll get you breakfast in bed.”
Jin whined again, a low car-like sound. “I want to stay with you.”
“But I’ll burn the breakfast; fine, go sit at the table, I’m nearly done.”
This time, you were met with resigned acceptance. Jin unlatched from you, shuffling to the round dining table tucked in one corner of your kitchen – living room juncture and slumped, his head laying flat against the wooden surface. His eyes remained focused on you, bleary.
You kept your gaze on him until his dippers slid shut and his pouty lips parted that you turned back to your food, frowning at the darker shade of the pancake that you were working on.
Cursing mentally, you saved it for yourself, adding it to the pile and lifting the batter spoon again.
If anybody asked you for any relationship advice, you would always say that never do anything that makes you uncomfortable, no matter how much you love that person.
Of course, you couldn’t practice what you preached when it came to your best friend, Sulli.
Deeply vibrant, sparkling with adventure and the first love of your life; Sulli was the voice over the phone that dragged you places. Former whining on your part almost always died down when you saw what she had planned for you and obviously, she blatantly flaunted that fact.
As a matter of fact, you were glad that Sulli was an exception to your rule; otherwise you might have never met the second love of your life.
Sulli had been incessant for the last few days of your senior year in college. ‘It is the last days before the finals.’ ‘It would be stupid not to attend one last party before we are no longer students.’ ‘We won’t have time before we have to start looking for work.’
You had agreed with a subtle sigh and eye roll, knowing she wouldn’t let up until you were in the car with her.
Of course, only this time you weren’t so thrilled about where she took you.
“A sports club; SULLI,” you screeched even as Sulli’s small red car drew into the parking.
“What, it’s just a cute little place where cute men crawl about; talking about shit nobody actually cares about but makes them feel good. It’ll be fine.”
“Still, I could be studying. I am definitely not interested in being mansplained about how to tell cricket from baseball.” You huffed, reluctant to even leave the car.
Your tornado of a friend ducked her head, lips already pouting in that magical way she knew always got her what she wanted.
Fuck…
“Fine…” you gritted your teeth, missing the way she grinned when you turned to get out of the car, following obediently as she opened the door of the club, fluid as she moved to lean over the counter.
“Hey, is the bar open yet?”
The man who was wiping down the end of the counter glanced up, looking curiously at you and Sulli before shaking his head, “The bar isn’t, opens at 8 in the evening; but the restaurant is. Breakfast time,” he explained, whipping a thumb behind his shoulder to the door that lead further in.
“Well, what luck, I haven’t had anything to eat in the morning.” Sulli threw you a lopsided smile and you snorted lightly, both of you walking in to get some ‘breakfast’.
You had been pleasantly surprised to see the restaurant buzzing with low volume; unlike the loud chatter you were expecting. Sulli led you to a small booth at the back, listing through the menu in an uninterested manner.
“It’s a self service.” You noted.
“Right, I want to have an egg salad. Do you want to go order?” She asked you. You obliged, walking to the front to place your order.
It was then when you had met Kim Seokjin.
Sitting with his back to you when you slid your order across, you were met with a pair of big, beautiful brown eyes that were raised at your presence.
“Can I help you?” You asked.
The man smiled, a little unsure. “I don’t think so. Sorry for staring. I didn’t know girls came here.” He said.
You trained an amused gaze his way. “I didn’t see an exclusive to men sign anywhere.”
“No, but it’s unspoken, isn’t it? This is where boys come to be stupid loud, and refined creatures like you avoid.” He leant in a little. “Between you and me I find it a load of crap. Women can be loud too and men can be graceful and cultured.”
You watched him as he nodded in a convincing manner. You decided to play along.
“So, what is a cultured graceful man like you doing here?” You asked.
The man straightened – a nice, tall height – pointing to the booth next to where Sulli sat, immersed in her phone. The man sitting in the booth looked up, noticing you and your companion and gave a cheeky wave.
“That’s my brother. He’s got the whole ‘I’m a man who needs to go to sports bar to seem cool’ thing going on. Young folks, you know.” He shrugged. “I, myself, am not so much a sports person but I don’t leave him alone if I can.”
“That’s…strangely sweet of you.” You blinked in surprise as the waitress rang his food. He picked up the two trays of subway sandwiches and smiled.
“Well, I’ll see you around I guess, I’m Seokjin, by the way.”
“Y/N,” you answered, stepping forward in line.
Needless to say, Sulli had been ecstatic when she heard about your interaction with Seokjin. That, plus the fact that he stopped by your table to say goodbye and ask if he was going to see you around had prompted your best friend to have you frequent the club further.
The ritual of going through pretty outfits and sitting at the counter until Jungkook – Jin’s brother – and Jin would show up only ended until he actually asked you out.
Jin winced when a loud cheer went through the crowds in the bar. You giggled as he cast you a despairing glance. “I don’t understand. Call me weird, but it’s just a ball.”
“You’re absolutely right. Nothing to lose minds over,” You acquiesced, not mentioning that your father was a sports buff as well.
“I’d much rather be at home, watching Master Chef.” Jin muttered.
“You’re into cooking?” You asked, surprised yet again.
“Very much, I love cooking, baking. I could be borderline Michelin with all the times I’ve had to feed that buffoon over there.” He indicated the corner where Jungkook was slamming his heavy beer mug on the wood. You pursed your lips.
“You should cook me something.” You teased, nudging his broad shoulders when he paused, the swig of beer swirling in his cheek before he swallowed.
“About that; I don’t know about cooking, but I have this reference for a French restaurant? It’s supposed to be really good. I was going to try it out this weekend. Do you…want to come with me? If it’s terrible, we’ll hit McDonalds.” He asked, looking over your shoulder.
You watched him, smiling as you brought your glass of punch to your lips. “Sure, I’d love to.”
Jin’s eyes flickered to you, meeting the smirk with his own. “It’s a date.”
The date had been beautiful. You’d dressed up but kept it simple, not wanting to overdo it even as the hostess walked you to a window facing table where Jin already sat. you were glad to see he hadn’t suited up, a simple black turtle neck, slacks and a grey jacket thrown over the back of his chair, the only dressed up he’d accommodated.
Your date with Jin had been near perfect, the light, crisp wine, the dish you couldn’t pronounce and Jin allowing you to split the bill before walking you to your car were still ingrained in your mind and it was doubtful anyone could ever surpass it.
Now of course, it was pointless, what with the man sprawled out on the table for you to love.
“Thank you, it was a lovely place, I had a lot of fun.” You said, turning to face him when you were next to your car.
“I’m happy you did. Also, thank god the place was good; I didn’t want a bad fish to ruin this date.” Jin chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.
You smiled at the joke before rising up to your tip toes, pushing to be the forward one.
Jin accepted the kiss graciously, large palm moving to cup your cheek as he held you close to him but still respectful of the premise of the first date. Could this man get anymore perfect?
He pulled back for some air, staring at you with his pupils blown out a little before diving in again, his hand sliding to your back as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, barely brushing the edge inside.
You placed both hands on his shoulders, allowing him to enter your mouth, swirling his tongue against yours, a dance that tasted of the chilled wine before disconnecting again, taking deep breaths.
“We should go home, before I decide to get in the car with you.” He chuckled, carefully removing his hands from your body, palming through his hair.
“We have time. We just passed first base.”
Jin frowned, looking confused as you slid into the driver’s side, rolling down the window.
“First base?”
“Hey, we met in a sports bar; might as well keep the spirit alive.”
You winked at him, pulling out from your spot as Jin burst out laughing, waving at you before blowing a kiss.
You placed the lid on the pancake box, turning to look fondly at your still snoozing boyfriend. His arms encased his head, protective as he covered his eyes from the sunlight in the kitchen.
You moved over, trailing your fingertips over his bare skin. The supple surface had cooled in the chill of your home but you found him warm nonetheless, letting your hand rest over him, remembering the time you had seen him shirtless for the first time and he you, while also crossing the second base.
“Why are you shirtless?” You asked, pausing in the doorway of his kitchen.
Jin grumbled; nodding at the shirt he’d thrown to the floor. “I spilled soy sauce all over it. Damned bad luck; it’s one of my best white shirts…” He sighed, shaking his head before returning to his stirring.
“Oh,” you gulped, feeling heat seep into the apples of your cheeks at the vision in front of you.
Jin’s pacific shoulders stretched out, nearly taking up half the space of the kitchen, the muscles rippling every time those sinewy arms shuffled with the hissing pan. He thwacked the spatula against the rim of the utensil, bending down to sniff at the condiments. The jeans he wore tightened against his hips, dragging your eyes to the curve of his rear. You gulped again.
“Do you want me to get you another shirt?”
“No, I’m cool.” Jin blinked when he turned to face you. “Are you okay?”
“Yep,”
“You look feverish, is it the heat?”
Well, it was definitely something alright but you managed to shake your head. Jin frowned, “Are you allergic to something in here?”
“No, Jin, I’m fine, really.”
“But you’re all red and jumpy and…” He trailed off, glancing at you strangely before down at his bare body. It took him a second but you saw the light bulb go on.
Your boyfriend smirked. “Is it me, Y/N? Am I making you hot?”
You would’ve rolled your eyes, made a snarky comment, anything but the way Jin reached back to turn down the stove and strode over to tower over you; eyes challenging and smug changed your mind.
You reached for him, his hands willingly wrapping around you to allow your lips to mesh together. Jin grinned into the kiss, large palms sliding down to your thighs before he was lifting you onto the kitchen island.
“You’re overdressed.” He mumbled, detaching from you to flick open the pearl buttons of your sleek blouse. You placed open mouthed kisses against the column of his throat while he slid the top away from your shoulders, his fingers playing with the straps of your cream bra.
His eyes met yours, hinting a question and you met his with approval, raising your arms so he could push the flimsy material over your head. You dropped your arms, eyes downcast as Seokjin dragged his over your newly bared skin. Gently fingertips pushed your chin up to where he placed a kiss to your eager mouth.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, foreheads pressing to yours. Hands clasping your knees he dragged you to the edge of the island, his mouth hovering over your neck and clavicle, while his warm breath wafted on your skin, soaking in.
By the time he closed his pillow like petals over your peaking nipples, tongue laving over them, you were already aching against the very obvious bulge that was pressed right against your core.
Naturally, dinner was a bit late.
“Baby,” you called, hand now rubbing against his neck, trying to push him towards consciousness.
Seokjin grumbled, unintelligible before turning his head away from you. You gasped in mock offense. “A minute ago you didn’t want to leave me, now you’re pushing me away.”
“It was longer than a minute.” Jin raised his head to give you an owlish look. “You left me alone for too long; now I’m self sufficient.”
“Uh-huh, fine then, I suppose I’ll be eating all these pancakes by myself.” You moved to your own seat, placing two fluffy pancakes on your own plate and slathering them with chocolate syrup.
“Rude,” Jin huffed, brightening only when you put two on his own plate, sliding the butter and honey over. “If you were nicer, it would be you and honey on the menu for me but you’re playing.” He pouted.
“Jin!” You whined, “Please don’t, I’ve been having flashbacks all morning and you’re not helping.”
Your boyfriend paused mid-bite. “Flashbacks…? What kind of flashbacks?”
“About us, our time together…just stuff,” You took a bite into your pancake while Jin continued to stare at you.
“You were thinking about the bases, weren’t you?” He asked shrewdly, quirking his eyebrow.
“Why would you say that?”
“Because you got all messed up when I brought up eating you out casually. I mean I don’t want to brag but after four years together I can still get you all hot and bothered. I’m awesome.”
You tossed a sprig of rosemary at him in retaliation which he batted away before grinning lasciviously. “I’m right aren’t I? You were thinking of our ‘times’ together.”
“Jin,” You warned.
“Remember third base?”
Oh didn’t you…
“Oh my god, stop,” You placed a hand flat on Kim Seokjin’s perfect face, trying to push it away but damn the man was strong. All the hours he spent with Jungkook in that absurd Club gym weren’t wasted after all.
“Please,” he whispered.
“Jin, Sulli’s in the house. It’s weird.”
“She’s not in the room, is she? Just please, I’ve been waiting for so long. You promised!”
You yanked yourself away when you felt Jin’s hand trailing up your jeans. Ever since you’d crossed second base, Jin had become much more insistent on getting the bases out of the way. It had been five months already but neither of you had had enough time, what with your ongoing thesis and his job starting as a financial advisor.
The changing hours had left him tired, not much happening if he came over, only to fall asleep while you did your own thing or joined him.
Now he was settled and you were free. Jin’s way of celebrating that was to ‘get over with third base’.
“Y/N just let me taste you. I was so hard thinking about it and I had to talk to my boss sporting a boner. It’s the least you can do.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have thought about it.”
He growled. “Are you joking? I have a fucking beautiful girlfriend, how am I not supposed to think about getting my mouth on every available inch of you?”
You were so surprised by his vehemence that you never noticed his hand on your waistband, popping the button open. You straightened, allowing him to tug the zipper down. Jin’s eyes were darkening, lower lip caught in his teeth as he glanced up at you hungrily.
“Lay back, baby,”
You obeyed, positioning yourself flat on your back in the center of your bed. Jin hovered over you, sliding the jeans off you and tossing it over his shoulders.
“I thought you said no?” He asked, leaning over you to tap at the silk covering you. You hummed absently. “I said no, until Sulli leaves.”
“So, I can go to town?”
You groaned. “You are so lame.”
Jin pushed himself against you, a hand lifting your face to his. “You love me,” he shushed before crawling down your body, lifting the thin tank top to expose your stomach.
You watched; lips caught between your teeth, as Seokjin took a breath, lowering his mouth till it rested just over your navel, small brushes lilting against your rapidly heating skin. “Relax, love, you’re all red and tense.” He ran a soothing palm over your leg, taking your mind off the fact that you were indeed mostly naked in front of him.
“I’m fine,” you squeaked.
He laughed at you, eyes fond even as he was slipping a thumb into the waistband of your panties, edging them lower. “If you say so, but I need you a little less stiff so you can enjoy it and I can enjoy doing it to you. We don’t have to,” he began but you were already cutting him off.
“No, no, I’m fine, I want this.” You nodded frantically.
Your lover read you for a second longer, gauging your reaction before the fabric pooling around your knees vanished, tossed in the same direction your jeans were and Seokjin’s face was lowering again.
He settled himself comfortably in the space between your parted legs, making sure to place them over his shoulder, enormous as they were, holding them apart just in case you decided to close them.
And you did…
The first flicker of his tongue against the underside of your belly had you jolt in ticklish panic. Jin stopped immediately; giving you an accusing stare.
“Relax, Y/N.” He warned yet again, keeping his eyes on you as his tongue slipped out again, boldly pressing against your clit, a swift and noticeable pressure.
“Oh,” you said simply, your eyes fixed to your ceiling while you tried not to be distracted from his ministrations.
Each lick, pucker and suck against your rosy flesh had you moaning, exultation barely hidden and over the horizon. You wondered if Sulli had in fact, heard it all, each indecent and wonderful reaction; but as Jin moved, slurping lewdly against your wetness with his long, crooked fingers buried knuckle deep in you, coaxing an orgasm that blinded you and had him grunting in satisfaction, you thought: Ah, fuck it.
Jin was staring intently at you, while you kept your own eyes firmly fixed to your food.
“Well…do you?” He pressed.
“Jin,” you shook your head. “What does it matter anyway? It’s in the past, we’re here now, why are you so bothered about that?”
“Because,” He replied simply. “All those times were so hot. I don’t remember one single time when we’ve been awkward in our physical intimacy and I’m proud of us for clicking naturally.”
“Just in that one department,” You teased.
“I’m just going to point out to you that our fourth year anniversary just went by and that we live together. You might just bear my children someday.”
You threw yet another packet of condiment at him, squarely hitting him in the shoulder. He let out a short groan that made you look up in surprise. “I hurt you with a packet of pepper?”
“No, I just…I had morning wood…but you know food first…but, well, all this talk about our sex life kind of has me going again.”
Jin cast you big, warm hopeful eyes, squirming in his chair to get the point across. You eyed him right back, trying to pour as much disdain as you could into it but to no avail. Either he was too used to it or he was too horny to notice.
“Come on, Y/N,” he reached for your free hand, thumbing circles over yours.
“You have hands Jin,” you retorted, pulling at your hand but he held fast.
“Come on, Y/N,” He repeated, voice deepening to a pitch he knew had you melting in a pool of your own lust while he watched wickedly.
“Play fair, you jerk!”
Seokjin stood up, rising to his full height as he moved to your side, bending over your chair to press cool, chapped lips to your neck.
“I’m so hot for you. Plus, we love kitchen sex.” He murmured, a husky undertone already present that had you squirming in your own seat, much to his delight.
“You know you want to, baby.” Jin’s hand moved from your shoulder, brushing flat over your breast, tweaking at your hardening nipple over the over sized shirt of his you had on before settling near the apex of your legs.
“I also know exactly how you like it. We can have a mini celebration of our fourth base right here.”
You were already losing, you could tell. Your breath quickened, pulse thrumming in your ears, in tandem with Jin’s voice. You clutched at his bicep, nails inching on his skin. Your eyes fell shut when he pulled the shirt up, slipping into the cotton boy shorts that completed your night wear.
A simple push to one side and your legs were opening for the man, his fingers already running over the insides of your thighs. The delicate skin prickled, signaling goose bumps on the rise.
“Jin,” You whimpered, his body caging over yours with the other hand moving to pull at the shirt, tugging it till it popped free over your head.
“Damn, I’m never going to get tired of seeing you naked.” He grunted, already pulling his own shirt over his head to join you.
You turned in the chair, running a hand over his abdomen, feeling him clench at your touch.
“You know what I remembered?” You asked.
“Hmm?” Seokjin curved a hand under your chin, letting you fiddle with his drawstrings.
“I didn’t suck you off during our third base. I want to make up for that.” You glanced up, through your lashes even as Jin exhaled sharply, a curt nod allowing you to free him from his pants.
Seokjin’s hot, pulsating length bobbed; a sight you’d seen many times but one that struck you during times like these; when it was slow but there was desperation coating the air, causing you to appreciate just what a gorgeous man your boyfriend was in all sense of the word.
Jin waited, letting you marvel all over his manhood, hand wrapping around the base to tug at the skin. A drip of precum oozed at the head, indicating his eagerness and before he could brace himself you had engulfed him.
A healthy sex life had made you adept at taking in Jin’s size, his glans and most of his length settling into the hot cavern of your mouth and above you the man let out an obscene groan.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered when you went further, his hand reaching up to rest at the back of your head, helping you.
Minutes passed as the only sounds in the kitchen were Jin’s low grunts and the soft, squelching of his cock going down your throat. You used the extra saliva to coat his length thickly, but Jin pulled away.
“Floor, honey, get on the floor, I want to be inside you now.” He choked, his own hand wrapping tightly around his length, jerky movements giving away the edge.
You hurriedly complied, getting rid of the shorts before getting on the floor, on all fours for easiest access. Even though it definitely wasn’t your first time fucking in the kitchen, what with Jin’s fondness for cooking and your fondness for watching him at it, it had been a while. Getting your own apartment with a nice bed to fool around in, with jobs had made you both much more conservative.
Jin got on his knees behind you, patting at your legs until you moved so he could slide the folded fabric of his shirt under your knees. The other hand moved to your willing core, fingers rubbing over your swollen lips to gather your wetness.
“So wet, baby, it’s been a while since I’ve had you in the kitchen, are you excited?” He asked gently. You could already feel the smug smile in the kiss he placed over the curve of your ass as he wrapped his hands around your hips.
“Yes,” you answered him, basking in his excitement at being adventurous again.
“Mm, that’s nice, we should do this more often,” he said, running the head of his cock over your opening, watching the way your juices slicked on his skin. “I should surprise you more often; eat you out on the table…maybe you can suck me off while I cook your favorite fried rice? Or we can just get down and dirty on the floor, give us an excuse to clean more?”
“Jin, please hurry,” you whined and he giggled while pushing in finally.
Seokjin settled in you heavy, his cock hot as your wall squeezed him. Your back arched as Jin hissed, gritting his teeth.
“You’re sucking me in baby, look at that.” He pulled back, staring at the place you connected in awe, a slow rhythm placed that just toed the line between satisfying and not enough.
You let out a keening whine when Jin paused, still nestled in you to place a trail a kisses up your back, slowly starting again. “Jin,” You panted his name in reproach.
“I know baby, but I’m still sensitive and you’re so tight in the morning. Just enjoy it, we have time.” He soothed.
You lowered yourself to rest on your elbows while he continued to move in you, low groans of appreciation falling from his lips as you backed yourself on his length.
When finally you felt you might explode from the delicious burn of his thickness in you, rubbing just shy from that glorious spot, he picked up.
Jin’s frame bent over you, one hand wrapping around your chest to hold you to him as his hips picked up pace, pounding into you with a speed that had you crying out, broken and pitched.
Hot breath washed over your ear, Jin panting on your skin, low growls whimpering dirty praises that would’ve curled your toes if you weren’t getting distracted at the moment.
“Are you close, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over me, gush the way I like? I know you can. Come on,” His hand slipped down to the swollen nub of nerves, rubbing harshly.
Your body arced away from him, fragmenting with the power of the orgasm that washed over you. Jin still remained, a loud expletive escaping him at the way your walls tightened and squeezed, milking him inside of you. You dropped back to the floor, sated and dopey with Jin following, his warm weight comforting upon you.
Jin pushed hair out of your eyes, smiling when he saw the dazed beam on your face. “That was amazing.” You crooned. He kissed your lips, sealing the smiles together. “Yes, we are. Can you walk?” He quietly inquired.
You whined immediately, throwing arms around his neck. “No. Carry.”
Seokjin obeyed.
With some difficulty, Jin hefted you up into his arms, walking through the hall. “I think it’s fair that I get clingy and whiny in the mornings. You do the same after sex. Even Steven,” He teased you, receiving no answer. He glanced down to see you already asleep, head resting against his chest.
Sighing with a surge of endorphins and love for the nuzzling woman he carried to the bathroom, he thought of the surprise he had for you in his sock drawer.
**This is for the inthemoodproject by bangtansmutcentral all credits to the moodboard go to @meispace **
➡Pairing: Siren!Hoseok x reader
➡Genre: smut, angst, a little bit scary, some fluff if you’re wearing your glasses and squinting hard enough.
➡Synopsis: You didn’t find this strange club appealing at first, but now that the singer on stage in red has caught your eye, you can’t seem to stop thinking or maybe obsessing over him, and you don’t know why. Apparently you’ve caught his attention too and it feels like he’s only drawing you in more and more. Maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew by coming here.
➡Words: 6.7k
➡Warnings: reality alteration?, Unprotected sex (use protection pls), oral sex (m receiving), a bit of dom Hobi, restraints, a whip is brought out, choking, forced orgasm?, lots and lots of teasing.
➡My masterlist
You looked across the small table with a grimace at your best friend, Anna, in her sparkling silver mask. Her empty drink tray sat on the table, eyes shining as she looked at the stage entranced by the singer in red who you thought was completely horrible.
Why had she invited you here just to witness this man shrieking into a microphone? And why was it mandatory for everyone to wear these stupid masks.
The whole club seemed to be nineteen thirties burlesque themed, and so far the performers had reflected the atmosphere as well. It was a creative idea, you’d give them that. The large crowd seemed to agree.
Around you people sat packed at tables and even stood, lining the walls in their masks. Your best friend told you they had all come here for them but you found it hard to believe since he was currently killing your ears with his song.
You turned to look at each one of the guests’ faces around you, and they all stared at the stage with the same glassy eyed look your best friend had behind her mask.
Something just felt… weird.
You leaned across the table and called Anna’s name snapping her out of her trance.
“This guy sucks.” You mouthed.
“You’ll get used to it, I thought the same when I first heard him too, but now… oh man what I wouldn’t give to…” she began staring off at the man on stage again.
“Don’t you have a job to be doing?” You let out a laugh. Her eyes went wide in realization before she jumped up from her seat at the table and grabbed her drink tray.
“You’re not gonna sneak out on me, are you? Stay till the end, you’ll thank me.” She leaned in to tell you so you could hear her over the music.
Somehow you doubted you’d be thanking her for this, but you lived to make others happy. Besides, she had been begging you for months to come see this guy and visit her at her relatively new job that she seemed to be so proud of, with the alcohol around and the unique atmosphere and decor, it seemed like the perfect job for her.
“As long as you keep the free drinks coming I’ll be here.” You joked.
“I’ll sneak you a couple more.” She told you and you gave her a nod before watching her zip off.
With your Anna gone, your eyes had very few other places to go besides the singer in red on stage.
You looked over the fiery red haired singer and for just a fraction of a second you could swear your eyes locked. In that moment your heart beat hard and suddenly, though you sat stationary in your seat, you felt like your body was falling. And if you closed your eyes, you probably would’ve sworn it was. You almost felt… disappointment at him looking away from you so quickly.
You looked down at the table and cocked your head at the fruity drink that you had sworn you already drained, it was now full again.
Were you drunk already? You thought Anna had actually been pretty sneaky and generous about your free drinks, that had to be the only explanation for it. You lifted the glass to your lips but heard something that grabbed your attention once again.
“I’m your guilty pleasure”
Your eyes were pulled- no, dragged- back to the singer on the stage and his words.
“You can’t escape, never.”
He was looking right at you as he sang, and as you gazed back it was like you had acquired tunnel vision. Despite the crowded room, he was the only figure that you could focus on. Everyone else and all of your surroundings had melted away.
You felt you were falling again but you couldn’t scream at the rushing feeling, something told you you wanted to hit the bottom of whatever this was, you would feel whole if you could just hang on until the end. You knew instinctively that you could feel complete if you just gave in to the exhilarating feeling and surrendered yourself to him. This was like an itch you so desperately wanted to cave in and scratch.
Your eyes snapped back down at your already half empty drink in your hand. When had you drank more? How long had you been sitting here eyeing this man?
You noticed you felt a bit strange, and also a bit panicked. You weren’t exactly sure why, you just knew that the man on stage was inspiring these emotions.
“It’s a bit dangerous, but I’m so sweet.”
His once grating voice now sounded smooth like melting butter and it echoed through your mind. You still refused to look up, to look at him at all. You thought you should maybe leave.
“I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you”
Yet, How could you leave when you truly wanted the sentiments he was singing to you about? His voice beckoned you, called to you, made you feel like his song was meant only for you.
Maybe he was singing to you, you knew there was only one way to find out.
You looked up at him.
“You called me, see? I’m so sweet. Follow the sound of the pipe.”
And with that you were lost in him again, buried in his silky voice and perfect features.
There was a quick flash through your mind of you collared and on your knees in front of this god of a man, as he smiled a crooked smirk down at you.
You let out a slight gasp at the thought
“I’m ruining you right now, please forgive me because you can’t live without me”
As if he had pried your daydream right out of your mind, he looked directly at you from the stage and gave you a perfect replica of the smirk you had envisioned.
“I’m taking over you.”
The moment he stopped singing and claps sounded throughout the club was the point where you were knocked back into reality.
You sat there dumbfounded as you looked at your once again empty glass. Your heart pounded and you as the applause died down you were left with several questions. When had you managed to finish your drink? How much time had passed during your trance? Without a doubt, you had completely fallen for this bizarre stranger.
But, Had he really changed his voice half-way through the song? You tried to rationalize the shift you noticed in his song, and within yourself. Maybe you had lost track of your drinks, and were just more open to the experience because you were quickly hitting your limit. Or, you had you just gotten used to the unique performance style like your friend told you that you would.
You found yourself not just wanting, but needing another glance at this man, just to be sure that his beauty and perfection was real, or maybe to lock eyes once more. You felt your heart sink when you saw that the stage was empty, his show was over.
Your eyes quickly scanned the club, but he had vanished, and the next performance was beginning. You stayed and watched but this new singer couldn’t hold a candle to the previous act. You were bored. All you could think about was the enticing stranger, he ran through your mind over and over until your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Anna taking a seat across from you.
“Shifts over! Ready to head out?” She asked cheerfully, but looked completely exhausted.
You looked around the club once again to see you were the last person left who wasn’t an employee.
You went to hand over your mask to her, you were under the impression that it was the property of the venue. To your surprise, she declined it.
“The club usually lets you keep them if you come back. You’re coming back next weekend, right?” She looked at you expectantly and you felt yourself wordlessly nod.
“You’re so drunk, let’s get you home!” A smile grew on her face and he let out a laugh at the state of you.
You dreamed of the handsome singer, not just that night but every night that week. It felt like he had a hold of you, still drawing you into his inner world with his voice, showing you all the things you could do together. You don’t think you had ever wanted someone so badly in your life.
You asked Anna about the performer of course, only to find out his name was Hoseok, and that he was the club owner. She of course asked you to come visit her at work the following week, and you agreed without hesitation.
You sat at a table in the front row in your red and black mask from your first visit. Hoping to once more gain Hoseoks’ attention with a more of an extravagant and sexy look than last time, you eagerly waited for him to come on stage. You declined the drinks your best friend had offered you, she seemed too busy waiting tables and you didn’t want to trouble her anyway.
You were not only curious about him, but felt this aching need to just gaze upon his face again. Although, you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied. Seeing him would only add fuel to the fire of your obsession that was growing for him.
And when he did appear, dressed in the same red jacket, black dress shirt underneath with fiery hair, the rest of the world once again melted away with the sound of Hoseok’s enchanting voice.
You briefly wondered if this was what true love felt like… or true lust with the mess you were already making of your panties.
He sang the same song, you no longer questioned the lyrics or the intent behind them. His eyes drifted to you every so often making you feel like your heart might stop. You could feel the anticipation building, evoking the feeling of being at the peak of a roller coaster just before the drop. But the drop was nowhere in sight. You couldn’t feel the rush associated with final falling. This time you didn’t experience the release you originally felt while watching him, the very same sensation you felt as he touched you in your dreams. He was just pulling you further and further in.
Minutes felt like only seconds as you sat there, unable to look away. Unfortunately, the song was over before you could fully cherish his warm, inviting voice.
You watched Hoseok walk off the stage this time as people applauded, and you could swear he gave a glance back to you.
You watched as the alluring singer’s eyes locked onto Anna carrying a drink tray walking passed him, and stopped her in her tracks with a hand on her arm.
You couldn’t tell what he was saying, but she looked directly at you in response. Quickly, you averted your gaze back to back to the stage- pretending to search for the next entertainer.
You gulped as you noticed your best friend walking over to you in the corner of your vision, drink tray still in hand.
“Y/n, he wants to talk to you.” She sat the tray down on the table and leaned in so you could hear.
“Who?” You asked innocently, but the fluttering excited feeling in your gut told you that you knew, you just wanted to make sure this was really happening.
“The owner, Hoseok.” Even she seemed surprised.
“Why?” This was a question you couldn’t even guess the answer to, to your dismay she shrugged.
“I don’t know. Maybe he wants to offer you a job? If he does just tell him the truth that you already have one. That would have to be it even though none of us got our jobs like that… but did you notice he seems to only hire attractive girls? You would probably be a good candidate in his eyes.” She whispered the last part to you.
You had noticed that all the servers were pretty females, and your friend was no different.
“He wants to see you in his dressing room though. I can show you where it is, but employees aren’t allowed in.” Her words only left you with more questions, most likely ones she didn’t know the answers too either. You were too impatient to wait for the answers right now anyway with the thought of being alone with the man from your dreams.
You immediately stood up from your chair, making her smile; and followed her through an employees only door by the bar in the back.She led you down a long hallway with deep red walls of doors leading to VIP rooms you couldn’t see into, making you wonder what went on inside them.
“Maybe he likes you.” Anna wiggled her eyebrows at you and your mouth nearly entirely fell open “Don’t worry, he’s a pretty good guy… from what I’m told… never talked to him directly before today though.”
She knocked on a black door at the end of the hallway that you two suddenly stopped at. You anxiously waited as Anna quickly took off the same way you both had come.
Before you could call her back to you or ask any questions, the door was opened. And there he stood. Red jacket now off and wearing only the black dress shirt, bearing a warm smile that made your heartbeat stuttered as he beckoned you into the room.
Your legs moved before your mind even thought about it, as if your body was designed to comply to his every command, the thought made heat radiate within you.
His “dressing room” matched the rest of the club, all red and black. There was a massive black vanity with drawers, an authentic looking vintage chaise lounge in deep red velvet, a coffee table with a vase of roses. But the thing that stuck out the most to you was the black leather whip on the wall, hanging like a decoration on the wall above the case lounge.
“Are you hungry?” He asked picking up a strawberry from one of the many on a silver platter on the large vanity. You had not noticed that tray of strawberries there before.
“No thank you.” You declined with a weak voice. You hadn’t drank a drop. So why was your head spinning?
He turned around to face you strawberry in hand and simply just let out a “hmm” sound before taking a bite.
“Why did you ask me to come back here?” You managed to work up the nerve to ask.
“Interesting.” He walked closer your direction and looked into your eyes. You felt like you were hanging on every word, every movement he made. Every centimeter closer to you left you feeling more and more needy for him to just be the tiniest bit closer.
You wanted to ask what was so interesting, but you just couldn’t seem to voice your thoughts.
“You’re asking questions. Does it really matter to you why I asked you here?” His gaze only grew more intense. “Why do you play this game with me? I saw you here last week, and you resisted.”
You swallowed down the urge to just lean in and kiss him and his strawberry stained lips so you could speak.
“R-resist? Resist what?”
“Me.” He said simply with a smirk before biting the strawberry down to the leafy part and tossed the rest down, yet it never landed on the floor, it disappeared mid-fall.
Despite the statement, you couldn’t see him as a man that was full of himself. Something about the way he said it and what your brain was whispering to you told you he wasn’t. Something was… off.
“Do you not like me influencing your thoughts and emotions?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “is that why you resist me?”
Your mouth floundered open and closed.
“Then by all means, have them back. You don’t play along most of the time anyway.”
And just like that, a cloud of haze had been lifted. His smirking lips no longer stained red from the fruit he had just eaten. In fact, there wasn’t even a tray on the table. You felt like you could speak, your head no longer dizzy. However, your panties were still soaked through from just looking at him.
“There’s nothing I can do about the attraction you feel however, that just comes with being what I am… or maybe my power doesn’t impact you as much as the others.”
“And what exactly… are you?” Even though you could express yourself freely now, you weren’t so sure you wanted an answer to your question. You had a feeling your mind couldn’t comprehend anything he would say, and you knew he wasn’t human.
“Would you still want me if I told you I was a beast? I’m not so sure. I know you find me alluring. Everyone does, they have no choice. But you?” He chuckled “I think you do. I think you chose to form a connection with me, you chose to return to me tonight. But even now, you struggle against my influence! Last week you were able to look away from me, despite my best efforts to draw you in…an impossible feat for mere mortals.” He brought a finger up to tap your head. “Why do you fight the thoughts I send you? Why aren’t you as pliable as the rest? Why can’t I make you fully love me when you are the prettiest human I’ve ever seen?” He almost seemed frustrated but you were too bewildered and shocked by his blunt confession to care. “It must be a curse.” He decided “you’re some kind of a… a witch!”
“A witch?” You were completely thrown off by his accusation. You almost felt like laughing, but maybe it was because your brain just couldn’t comprehend this bizarre situation.
“Give into me.” He demanded.
“I thought that I already had…” you admitted.
“How much do I affect you?” He eyed you up.
“I-I-” you stuttered nervously.
“Then maybe If I can’t make you mine with my mind, I’ll just have to make you mine with my words and actions.”
He took the step to enclose the space between you and lifted a hand to cradle your chin in his fingers. He drew his face close to yours so his lips just hovered over yours, noses brushing.
“Would you like that? Would you like me to make you mine? Not just in dreams this time, we could have each other, right here. Please say you want that- say you want me.” Although he was now begging you, you didn’t feel the haze of his control, he was letting you choose. Yet, how could you say no when the most attractive man you had ever seen was this close to you. How could you refuse him when his warm breath was ghosting over your lips, ready to kiss you the moment you said yes.
But yes wasn’t your immediate thought.
“Do you say this to all the girls?” You asked.
He pulled his face away to look at you but left his hand under your chin.
“ All the other girls don’t ask these kinds of questions, so no. Even if they did, I wouldn’t tell them they’re the prettiest girl I had ever seen, because that would have been a lie.” His lips came back in, but this time they landed on yours softly for one fleeting moment, before he pulled them back away and went to your ear. “I want to give you all the things I know you dream about me. But how can I when you refuse to surrender to me? What can I do when you fight me like this? I want you to give in and trust me, just for a moment, just long enough to show you what I can do. I promise you that you won’t regret a moment of it. Let me back into your head, my love.”
His voice was so smooth and you wanted nothing more than to hear it whispering the dirtiest actions imaginable to you. Your panties were already so wet you could feel them stick to you as you looked back at him. You had been dreaming of this moment, you truly did want to give into him and you knew it wasn’t because he had some sort of spell over you. No, it was because you were curious, you wanted to finally experience the peak of the sensations he could provide you, and you were willing to let him do what he wanted to your body and mind just so you could know. It mattered no more if he had meant what he said or how many girls he’s done this with, what mattered to you in the moment was him giving you what you craved.
“Fine… I’ll give in. Do what you want to me, manipulate my mind, I don’t care anymore.”
"No mind manipulation, I want these choices to be all yours. I want you to decide you’re mine all on your own.” He placed a kiss along your jaw and dragged his lips back to yours, but did not connect them although you were praying to whatever god you could that you could feel them against yours again.
“What do you say?” It was barely above a whisper as he moved his hands to your hips.
You decided to say the only thing on your mind, the only thing you’ve wanted since you saw him last week. It was the only thought you’ve repeated obsessively up until this point, feeling you might explode if you didn’t get it.
“Fuck me.”
You saw his small smile form in response, but it was quickly cut short as he smashed his lips hard against yours. You pressed your mouth back just as hard showing him how much you meant your words.
Your tongue entered his mouth first and his fought yours right back so wildly that your teeth clashed together, as if you were ready to devour each other.
You had never felt this level of raw primal urge before, but you loved it.
His hands ran from your hips to your thighs before running them back up and bringing the hem of your skirt along with it, revealing the top of your sexy black stockings. You had carefully selected your lingerie tonight. There was no way you could have predicted how your encounter with Hoseok would end. But you wanted to be prepared, anticipating that your dreams might have foretold the future.
His hands moved around to your ass and he gave it a squeeze before pulling away.
“Let’s hope you follow spoken orders better than mental ones. Take off the dress.” He demanded and wordlessly you followed the order and peeled the rest of your black dress off over your head, revealing to him the lacy black bra of the sexy ensemble you picked out for him.
“You dressed up.” He stated “I didn’t try to influence that choice, but it’s driving me mad.” He looked your body over. “You must be a witch…how else could you make me feel this way?”
“I’m not a witch.” You let out a little chuckle this time.
“Even if you were, I don’t know if I would care anymore. After all, I told you what I am. And you don’t seem to be curious.”
“Not sure if I still believe you.”
“Oh? Well then maybe I should demonstrate by playing with your mind a bit more.”
“Do it.” You dared.
“That’s what I like to hear, what a good girl.” He pulled out a red collar seemingly from nowhere. You felt its soft fuzziness on the inside when he and brought it to your neck and fastened the back.
You thought about asking how he was pulling objects out of thin air like that, but you already knew. You felt the haze of him in your head again the moment you granted him permission. But this time, you welcomed his presence, you wanted him in and all over you in every way possible.
“On your knees.” He demanded next.
Your knees hit the cold wood floor and you looked up at him to see him undoing the buttons on his black shirt painfully slowly before shrugging it off entirely.
He stood over you with his six pack on full display, looking down at you in only his dress pants, which now worked to contain his erection
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He demanded and you looked at the protruding outline of his cock. “Tell me, I can’t read your mind, only play with it my dear.”
“I want your cock in my mouth.” You said squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the throbbing want between them. Your coated panties had already began to rub off onto your thighs.
“How bad do you want it?” He asked, and an image so real you could almost feel it flashed through your brain of his cock being stuffed down your throat, it was so satisfying that it made your mouth water.
You knew this was him feeding you this scene and playing with your head again, but you still didn’t mind.
“I want it so badly, I want to feel it in my throat, I want you to face fuck me.” You made eye contact with him the entire time you spoke.
“Well what are you waiting for if you want it that badly?” He asked and in the blink of an eye you had undone his belt and his dress pants, and pulled his hardened cock out.
You let your entire mouth envelop his length just like you wanted so badly to do, no holding back, no teasing.
He let out a sharp breath as his hand tangled in your hair. He gave a little practice thrust and you let out a moan at the sensation of his warm cock filling your mouth, feeling just as satisfying as you knew it would.
The second slow thrust was a bit harder, he looked down at you peering up at him as he did it.
“You want me to fuck your face huh?” He gripped your hair together and began to thrust fast and hard into your mouth. You looked up at him groaning with his head slightly thrown back. His face mid pleasure was absolutely gorgeous and it only made you more lost in him and his grunts, moans, and groans. You weren’t sure how long he had been pounding into your throat for.
"Mmm so good, I bet your wet little pussy will feel better than your face though.” He tugged at your hair still entangled in his fingers and you pulled back enough to take him from your mouth.
Once he released your hair, you almost felt broken hearted as he put himself back into his pants.
“I have a different plan for you though, love.” He held up a wide red silk ribbon. “Are you willing to trust me?”
“You wouldn’t be in my head and I wouldn’t have just had your dick in my throat if I didn’t.” You replied.
He leaned over to your knee on floor level so that he was in your face.
“You have quite the mouth, both figuratively and literally speaking… I like it. Now put your hands together behind your back.” He straightened himself back up to loom back over you, you watched him carefully and put your hands behind your back like you were told.
He snapped the fingers of the hand that wasn’t holding the ribbon and all the lights in the room went dim red, giving everything a red tinge.
“So much better.”
The ribbon in his other hand was gone now, and you felt material now on your wrists binding them tightly together.
“Now maybe we should see how much you really trust me, let’s do a test.” With that he walked over to the sofa and you swallowed hard when he took the leather whip down from the wall.
He watched your reaction carefully as he sauntered back over, running the whip through his fingers.
“Don’t turn around, darling.” He disappeared behind you “or I’ll have to find a way to punish you.”
You heard the squeak of what you could only imagine was him sitting down in a leather chair behind you. You knew instinctively that there wasn’t a leather chair behind you. But had long since noticed things seemed to be appearing and disappearing at will. Like the painting of fruits that appeared on the wall enclosed in a black frame. It seemed as though he wanted to give you something to look at since he asked you not to look at him.
You were ripped from your ponderings on what was real in the room when you felt the cool leather tip of the whip caressing the skin of your back. The winding pattern felt snake like.
“I saw you eyeing my toy on the wall the moment you walked in. Do you still trust me?”
Was he asking if you if you trusted him to refrain from using the whip on you?
“Trust you…Enough not to hurt me?” You were confused or maybe it was just the dream like haze of a hold he still had on your mind keeping you from forming coherent thoughts.
“Now why would you think I’d hurt you?” He dragged the tip of the whip over your ass. “Do you truly think I would harm you?”
“I’m not sure.” You admitted.
You heard the squeak of leather behind you and you felt your hair being moved to expose the side of your neck and shoulder.
“I would never hurt you, that’s what this test is demonstrating.” You felt his breath on your neck which triggered goosebumps to rise all over your body. “I want you to know that I only want you to feel good things, y/n, like this.”
You were startled by a familiar feeling rising in your stomach, it climbed higher and higher and within seconds you were orgasming completely untouched. It was overwhelmingly powerful and you couldn’t keep yourself from moaning as your head fell back. You were so lost in the intense high that his warm lips on your neck barely registered to you.
“That’s my girl.” He said over your panting, still coming down and in slight shock.
“Please.” You begged “please just fuck me.” You wanted nothing more in this world than to feel his beautiful cock filling your pussy just like he had your throat. You felt like he was just playing with you now. Like a cat with a caught mouse.
“Would that make you mine?” He whispered so quietly in your ear “would it make me yours?”
The haze in your mind felt heavier than it ever had. Thoughts of his fingers grazing over your skin paired with deep and powerful thrusts into you played over and over in your mind in a matter of milliseconds. At this point you would say whatever he wanted to hear if it meant you could finally experience the images he was teasing you with.
You heard the words. And though you didn’t feel yourself speak them, but it was undeniably your desperate voice begging for him.
“Please, yes, I’m yours, anything, anything you want.”
“Up, my love.” He commanded and you heard him stand behind you so you followed suit.
He led you over to the lounge, laid you down on the soft velvet surface, and stripped you of everything including your hand restraints. Everything was off except for your mask and the red collar.
You watched as he finished undressing his lower half, stomach muscles flexing and moving with every movement. You imagined what they would look like flexing as he thrust inside of you, how his now exposed cock would feel stretching you out. You let out an accidental whine making him smirk as he walked over to you, fully naked, with his body looking godlike and sinister under the red glow of the lights in the room.
“What? Can’t wait a few seconds for me?” He asked and stopped right before the sofa. His eyes scanned over your body hungrily before taking his hard cock in his hands, giving it a few languid strokes. It was hard to peel your eyes away from his slow, hypnotic movements. You squeezed your legs together and let out another wordless whimper. You could tell he liked watching you look like you needed him, and you felt like you couldn’t last another minute without him.
Luckily he crawled onto the lounge between your legs, and this excited you. But instead of him entering you or placing his hands where you needed his touch, he reached up and placed the pads of his fingers under your breasts. He slowly ran them down your stomach with a feather light touch. You couldn’t help but squirm more in anticipation.
“If you want me, you’ll fuck me. Take me.” You dared and looked up at him with fire in your eyes. You had experienced more than enough teasing tonight, he had barely even touched you yet and you were completely fed up with waiting.
In a flash he put your leg over his shoulder and reached down to guide himself to your entrance.
You both let out a moan as he pushed himself into you.
“So wet.” You heard him comment before he began thrusting, slowly at first to let you adjust to him, but in no time at all he was smashing into you.
With your cloudy mind and the intense pleasure he was no doubt feeding you, you almost felt like you were in a dreamlike state of euphoria that you never wanted to end.
When he came down over top of you, chest to chest you finally felt the feeling of being whole, but you didn’t know if that was just a feeling he was making you feel or not.
“I want you forever.” He whispered in your ear and it felt like bounced around and echoed inside of your brain. The knot of an oncoming orgasm began to slowly start winding in your lower stomach, tighter and tighter.
“Give me your body and soul and you can have mine.” You had no idea how he could be saying these things since his lips were on your neck.
You looked up at the whip somehow hung back on the wall.
The orgasm just kept building.
Your hands were in his blood red hair, his body moved on top of yours like s slithering snake, pushing into you as far and as hard as he could.
“Please love me back.”
You felt the collar around your neck tighten for a moment, making you feel even more light headed.
You came hard, clawing at him, moaning his name in a blur as your orgasm ran through you, almost seeming like too much. Your body arched of its own accord, as much as it could with him on top of you. In that moment you swore that you loved him in the midst of your high when you felt his hips stall and him release deep inside of you with grunts and moans.
And then your head stopped spinning, you wore no collar, the lights were normal again and he just… seemed like a normal man on top of you, panting, looking down at you.
But you knew for a fact now that he wasn’t, it was absolutely undeniable.
He climbed off of you and began to get dressed and you found your clothes on the floor and did the same as your brain tried to comprehend what had just taken place. You had just had the best sex of your life, with this beautiful… creature, and this creature wanted to now own you.
While the sex was great, and he was beautiful, you still refused to be owned by anyone or anything.
You waited for him to say something, and he did once you were both fully dressed.
“Did I please you? Was it enough?” He slowly walked over to you and reached for your hand. He seemed slightly surprised that you withdrew your hand.
“What are you anyway?” Your brain had suddenly wanted to know, it seemed to care now.
“A siren.” He seemed almost disappointed as he spoke.
Your brain scrambled to try to remember lore or even The Odyssey by Homer. Weren’t those the women who sang beautifully on rocks to lure sailors to their deaths? Did they have wings? Fins? You couldn’t remember and frankly it didn’t matter to you.
“Are you afraid of me? I proved to you I wouldn’t hurt you.” His eyes pleaded with you “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. The way you can just fight my powers like that, it makes me want you more. I want you.”
You couldn’t tell if you were scared or not, but your heart was racing and you knew there was no way you’d let a creature so powerful just have you. What if he wanted to control you entirely? You didn’t know what being this thing’s girlfriend entailed and you didn’t really want to find out, you didn’t want him screwing with your mind anymore either.
“Give me your body and soul and you can have mine.” You remembered his words.
“You said you’d be mine.” His face fell into a sort of a frown as you stood there and said nothing.
“Hoseok…” you searched for the right words to say, careful to not upset him even though you had a feeling it was inevitable. You wondered if he would just let you go, he said he would never hurt you, right?
“Hoseok, I- I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” You said as you looked anywhere in the room but the man who stood directly in front of you.
“You could have me in return, a siren. We could have sex like that all the time, I could take care of you, I could-”
“I said no.” You cut off his begging with a firm, straightforward answer.
He went quiet for a moment and as he did you could feel your heart pounding in your ears.
A little voice in your head told you to run, but you ignored it just like you had been since first seeing him.
“Very well.” You were so stunned by his agreement. You looked up into his eyes, you wanted to apologize but fear raced through your body when you realized you couldn’t move. You hadn’t even noticed the fogginess of your mind again or him slipping back into it.
“If you won’t willingly give me your soul like you did your body, I suppose I’m forced to just take it then.” his eyes looked utterly sinister as your stomach dropped from his words, as if thrown off the highest building. You wanted to scream, but you simply couldn’t.
He brought his hand up to cup your jaw and came in close. For a moment you thought he would kiss you, but instead forced your mouth open and hovered his mouth over yours, lips never touching.
Your brain pleaded and screamed at your body to do something, anything at all but it was absolutely no use. You had been able to fight off his control once before, or maybe that was what he had only let you think, but there seemed to be no escaping from his powers now.
You began to feel weaker and weaker, more and more empty and your drive to fight him became less and less. He was taking something from you, whether that be your life or soul or something else entirely you didn’t know, but you felt your vision going dim as your body felt more and more exhausted by the second.
Your last thought before your vision turned black was that little voice in the back of your head telling you that you should’ve listened to your instincts, you should’ve listened to his song. The haunting words in his sweet voice with the words “I’m taking over you.” Played in your head before you slipped into nothingness.
Welcome to In The Mood Project, our very first network project for members! We hope that with this project, we can start a more interactive and creative period in our network and that it becomes something our members as well as our followers enjoy. Our ultimate goal is that everyone that chooses to participate has the most fun with it!
⤏ HOW THIS WORKS
Our lovely admin @meispace has designed two moodboards for each of the seven members. Upon signing up, you will be randomly assigned a moodboard, and then you will write a piece based on said moodboard. Essentially, the boards will act as your writing prompts. Whilst applying, you will tell us about your preferences and we (the admins) will be randomly assigning the moodboards based on that.
⤏ RULES
Must be a member
Must like and reblog this post
There is no maximum word count (feel free to write as much as you want) but, there is a minimum word count of 500
Must mention the project name “In The Mood Project” on the fic summary, the network tag #smutcentralnet and our project tag #inthemoodproject must be added in the first five tags
⤏ IMPORTANT NOTES
This project is focused on showcasing the talent of our members! Please make sure all submitted content is 100% original. Any act of plagiarism will cause the author to be disqualified according to our members rules
The fiction work must be written during the writing period
Must add the original photo of the assigned moodboards into the post with credits to creator (admin @meispace)
Feel free to send an ask/dm to the network if you have any questions
You can find one moodboard per member at the end of this post, to give you an idea of what we created. They are however protected by a watermark to prevent any accidents. Upon being assigned a moodboard, we will send you the original version without the watermakrs
⚠️ Note that there are two boards per member, but in order to not make this post extra long, and keep some element of surprise, we chose to only share one of each.
⤏ PROJECT TIMELINE
APPLICATION PERIOD
From October 4th to October 13th
PROJECT ASSIGNMENT DATE - ANNOUNCEMENT
October 16th
WRITING PERIOD
From October 17th to November 17th
PROJECT DEADLINE
November 18th
POSTING WEEK
We will create a Project Masterpost on November 19th with all the submitted creation titles and start uploading them twice a day in order of submission - This might vary according to the number of applications.
We will kindly ask writers to cooperate with us (if possible), in order to post their work in the same day we’ll reblog it, so we keep the project posts as organized as possible. Further details will be provided in our Project Assignemt Announcement.
Guys! Now that everyone has their moodboards, I’m literally so dang excited to see what everyone comes up with. You better believe I’ll be in the front row when the fics are done 💖
