#jin bts

[minsyoongi]

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

[stlllle]

𝐛𝐭𝐬 ౨ৎ clingy love (they can’t let you go)

𓂃Some people love in silence. but them? they love like they’re afraid you’ll disappear.

𝓟airing :: bts x reader

𝓖enre :: fluff, clingy romance, comfort, slight angst (emotional dependency vibes)

𝓦arnings :: excessive attachment, jealousy, soft obsession, “can’t be away from you” behavior

𝓐/n: I’m tired of searching for BTS stuff and only seeing Jungkook or the same repetitive things.

𝓦ords::6k

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Amante Amado — Jorge Ben Jor

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he’s the type who pretends he’s perfectly fine, calm, mature, and completely in control… but he’s not. Not even close. Namjoon tries so hard to embody the image of the wise, level-headed leader who respects your space and independence. He quotes philosophy, talks about emotional intelligence, and gives everyone around him wise advice about balance. But when it comes to you, all that composure quietly crumbles. His clingy love is wrapped in intellectual excuses and gentle gestures, yet it runs so deep that he genuinely struggles to let you go, even for a few hours.

he starts the day sending casual texts that are anything but casual. “Did you get home safely?” at 11:47 pm even though he knows you left only forty minutes ago. “Have you eaten yet?” at lunch time with a follow-up heart emoji he deletes and re-adds three times before sending. “Are you tired?” at random hours, always with that soft concern hidden behind simple words. He tells himself he’s just checking in like a good friend would, but the truth is he feels unsettled the moment your presence isn’t near him.

when you take longer than usual to reply, his mind spirals. He sits in his studio surrounded by books and half-written lyrics, phone in hand, refreshing the chat every thirty seconds. “Maybe she’s busy. Maybe she’s driving. Maybe something happened…” He tries to focus on work, opening his laptop only to stare at the same paragraph for twenty minutes. The more minutes that pass, the more he overthinks — imagining worst-case scenarios while reminding himself he’s being ridiculous. When your reply finally comes, the relief on his face is instant, shoulders dropping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

if you disappear for several hours — maybe a busy day with friends or work that keeps you offline — he becomes completely unfocused. He paces around the apartment, picking up a book only to set it down after two pages, rearranging plants that don’t need rearranging, standing at the window staring at nothing. The members notice immediately. “Hyung, you’ve walked past the same spot six times,” Jungkook teases. Namjoon just laughs it off with that deep, dimpled smile and says “Just thinking about lyrics,” but his eyes keep drifting to his phone screen.

he loves pulling you close by the waist without even realizing he’s doing it. You’ll be standing in the kitchen talking about your day and his arm naturally slides around you, large hand resting possessively on your waist, thumb drawing slow circles. He does it while reaching for something in the cabinet, while listening to you tell a story, while waiting for coffee to brew. It’s instinctive. When you point it out with a smile, he blinks, looks down at his own hand like it betrayed him, and mutters “Ah… sorry. Habit.” But he doesn’t remove it. Instead, he pulls you a little closer, chin resting on your shoulder as he breathes you in.

“I know how to give you space… but I don’t want to.” That’s the quiet war inside his head every single day. He wants to be the mature partner who encourages your independence, your dreams, your alone time. He genuinely believes in it. Yet every fiber of his being aches to keep you close. So he finds excuses: “The new exhibition looks interesting, want to go together?” “I made too much dinner again, come eat with me?” “The weather is nice for a walk… if you’re free.”

in public he tries to be subtle, but his clinginess slips through. At events or dinners with the group, his hand always finds yours under the table. Fingers intertwined, thumb stroking your skin like it calms him. If you sit across from him, his leg presses against yours, anchoring him. When you laugh at something someone else said, his gaze softens and he reaches over to tuck your hair behind your ear without thinking, only realizing how intimate it looks when the others smirk.

at night it gets worse. After long days, he texts you voice notes instead of typing — that deep, soothing voice slightly hesitant: “I hope you’re resting well. Let me know when you wake up, okay?” If you’re together, he becomes the ultimate cuddler. He pulls you into his chest, arms wrapped securely around you, legs tangled with yours. “Just five more minutes,” he whispers when you try to get up, even though it’s been thirty. His chin rests on top of your head, one hand gently rubbing your back in slow patterns while he talks about deep topics — the universe, feelings, the future — all while holding you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

he remembers every tiny detail and uses them to stay close. Your favorite tea is always stocked at his place. He downloads the book you mentioned wanting to read so you can discuss it together. He learns your schedule by heart so he can “coincidentally” be free when you are. All under the guise of being thoughtful, when really it’s his way of weaving himself deeper into your life.

when you’re away for work or travel, he sends photos of things that remind him of you — a cloudy sky that looks like the one you watched together, a street musician playing a song you like, a book quote he thinks you’d appreciate. Each message ends with “miss talking to you” or “can’t wait to hear your voice,” always trying to sound light but carrying the weight of how much he truly misses you.

he gets shy about his own clinginess. Sometimes he catches himself staring at you for too long and quickly looks away, dimples appearing as he smiles sheepishly. “What? I was just thinking,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. But the way his eyes follow you around the room tells a different story. He’s completely captivated.

Namjoon’s clingy love is quiet, intellectual, and overwhelmingly tender. He can talk for hours about giving people freedom and healthy attachment, yet with you he becomes the man who hates every second you’re not beside him. He pulls you close by the waist, sends caring texts, overthinks your silence, and holds you like the world outside doesn’t exist when you’re in his arms.

Because even though he pretends to be the calm, mature one… he really, really doesn’t want to let you go. And every gentle action, every worried message, every lingering touch proves that his heart has already decided: you’re his favorite place in the entire universe, and he wants to stay there as long as you’ll let him.

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𝐣𝐢𝐧

he is clingy in the most dramatically adorable way possible, turning every little moment of separation into a full theatrical performance that somehow melts your heart instead of annoying you. Seokjin doesn’t just want your attention — he needs it like oxygen, and he’s not afraid to be extra about it. He complains constantly that you don’t give him enough love, even though he’s the one blowing up your phone and showing up unannounced like a lovesick prince who can’t survive without his favorite person.

“Baby, you haven’t looked at me in ten whole minutes,” he whines dramatically, flopping onto the couch beside you with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead like he’s fainting. “I’m dying here. Actually dying. Is your phone more interesting than Worldwide Handsome? Be honest.” He says it with that signature pout, lips pushed forward, eyes wide and sparkling with mischief, but underneath it all there’s real longing. He craves your eyes on him, only him.

when you take more than five minutes to reply to his texts, he sends the most extra selfies. A photo of him making the biggest, saddest bico (pout) imaginable, maybe with a hand on his chest like his heart is breaking. “I’ve been waiting for 7 minutes and 42 seconds… are you ignoring me now? After everything we’ve been through?” The next message is usually a voice note in his dramatic voice: “Jin is very sad right now. Jin needs attention. Please come save Jin.” He knows it’s ridiculous. He does it anyway because your laugh when you finally reply makes everything worth it.

he appears out of nowhere just because he misses you. You’ll be in your room working, focused on something, when the door slowly opens and there he is, leaning against the frame with a dramatic sigh. “I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt this… emptiness. Like part of my soul was missing.” He walks over, wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face in your neck. “I missed you so much. Did you miss me? Say it. Say it like you mean it.” Even if you saw each other two hours ago.

he makes full-blown drama about everything. “You like your laptop more than me. I can see it in your eyes,” he declares while dramatically throwing himself across your bed. “I cooked your favorite meal, I sent you memes, I even did the aegyo you like… and still you choose the screen over me? This is betrayal. Pure betrayal.” But the second you look at him and give him attention, his whole face lights up, dimples deep and eyes turning into happy crescents as he pulls you into his arms.

his clinginess is loud, proud, and impossibly cute. In the dorm, he’ll sit right next to you on the couch, thigh pressed against yours, arm around your shoulders, playing with your hair while complaining, “The members get more of your laughs than I do. This is unfair. I’m the funniest one here.” If someone else talks to you for too long, he starts fake-crying. “She’s forgetting me… my girlfriend is leaving me for Jungkook’s bunny smile. I should just go eat alone and cry into my ramyeon.”

he constantly pulls you into his lap, no matter where you are. “Come here, I need my daily dose of you,” he says, grabbing your waist and settling you against his chest. Once you’re there, he wraps his arms around you tightly and sighs happily, resting his chin on your shoulder. If you try to get up, he whines loudly, “Nooo, five more minutes! I’m recharging. You’re my charger.”

when you’re busy with work or studying, he sits nearby doing his own thing… but not really. Every few minutes he glances over, sighs loudly, and says things like “I’m dying of loneliness over here” or “My handsome face is going to waste because no one is looking at it.” He sends you selfies from two meters away. Selfies with captions like “Notice me senpai~” or “Your boyfriend is feeling neglected.”

at night he becomes even more dramatic. He pulls you close under the blankets, legs tangled with yours, arms locked around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear while he sleeps. “Don’t leave me even in your dreams, okay?” he whispers, pressing soft kisses all over your face. If you move even slightly, he wakes up immediately. “Where are you going? The bed is cold now. Come back and love me.”

he’s the king of guilt-tripping in the cutest way. “I made you lunch and you didn’t even send me a heart emoji… I see how it is.” Or “You replied to the group chat faster than to me. I’m going to cry. Actually, I’m already crying. Look at these tears.” (There are no tears, just the biggest pout you’ve ever seen.)

but underneath all the drama and loud complaints is the softest, most sincere love. When he says “Look at me. Only at me,” it’s because you’re his favorite person in the world and he genuinely feels happier, brighter, and more complete when your attention is on him. He shows up unannounced because being away from you for too long feels wrong. He sends pouty photos because making you smile is his favorite thing. He clings to you so tightly because he nevebr wants to let go.

Seokjin’s clingy love is loud, theatrical, and overflowing with affection. He may complain that you don’t give him enough attention, but he’s the one who keeps coming back for more, again and again, with dramatic sighs, adorable pouts, surprise visits, and endless “I missed you”

Because in his world, there’s nothing better than having your eyes on him, your arms around him, and your laughter filling the space between his silly complaints. And he’ll keep being the most dramatically clingy boyfriend in the world… as long as you keep looking at him like he’s your whole universe too.

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𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚

he’s clingy in the most silent, heavy, and intense way possible. Yoongi doesn’t need many words — his love shows up in quiet presence, heavy stares, and an almost gravitational pull toward you. He pretends to be indifferent, the cool, low-energy genius who doesn’t need anyone too close. But with you, that facade is paper-thin. He hates being away from you, even when he acts like he doesn’t care. His clinginess is quiet, but it runs deep, like a current you can feel under still water.

he watches you all the time. Not in an obvious, dramatic way — just constant, quiet observation. In the studio, while he’s working on a beat, his eyes drift to you every few minutes. When you’re in the same room, he tracks your movements without saying anything. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear, how you bite your lip when focused, the small sigh you make when you’re tired. He notices everything. Sometimes you catch him staring and he just looks away slowly, like it’s no big deal, but the intensity in his gaze lingers.

he leans on you like it’s automatic, like his body needs yours to stay grounded. On the couch, his shoulder presses against yours. In the car, his hand rests on your thigh without thinking. When you’re standing together, he leans his head lightly against your arm or back, breathing quietly like your presence alone recharges him. He never asks for permission — it just happens. If you move even slightly, he follows without a word, seeking that contact again.

if you leave his side, he becomes too quiet. The moment you get up to grab water or go to another room, the energy in the space shifts. He doesn’t complain or call after you. He just goes completely silent. Headphones on, staring at his screen, but not really working. The members notice how his typing slows down or how he keeps glancing toward the door. When you come back, he doesn’t say anything, but his body relaxes instantly and he pulls you back close again — a hand reaching for yours, an arm around your waist, a soft sigh of relief only you can hear.

his messages are short and dry, but heavy with worry. “Where are you?” at 9:47 pm when you’re out later than usual. “You okay?” when you haven’t replied in a while. No emojis, no long paragraphs. Just those few words that carry everything he doesn’t say out loud. If you take too long to answer, he doesn’t spam you — he just gets quieter in person later, pulling you into his lap or against his chest like he needs to reassure himself you’re really there.

he pretends he doesn’t mind the distance, but he hates it. “Go ahead, I’m fine,” he says in that low, raspy voice when you mention going out with friends or having a busy day. He acts unbothered, maybe even gives you a small smirk. But the second you’re gone, the studio feels too big, the bed too empty, and his thoughts keep circling back to you. He works more intensely when you’re not around, like he’s trying to fill the space you left, but it never quite works.

he shows his clinginess through small, heavy actions. When you sit together, he pulls your legs over his lap without asking. At night, he wraps himself around you completely — chest pressed to your back, arm locked around your waist, face buried in your neck. He holds you like he’s afraid the night might take you away. If you try to move, his grip tightens just a little, followed by a sleepy mumble: “Stay.”

in public, his clinginess is more subtle but still intense. His hand finds yours in crowded places, fingers laced tightly. At events, he stays close, shoulder brushing yours, eyes scanning the room but always returning to you. He doesn’t say much, but the way he positions himself between you and the crowd speaks volumes.

he gets especially quiet and intense when he’s missed you. After long schedules or days apart, he doesn’t run to you with dramatic hugs. He just appears beside you, pulls you close, and stays there. No big words. Just his warmth, his steady breathing, and that heavy, comforting presence that says everything. Sometimes he’ll rest his forehead against yours and close his eyes, like he’s soaking you in.

That’s his vibe in its purest form. He doesn’t need to explain how much he needs you. He shows it by being there — always watching, always touching, always pulling you back into his orbit the moment there’s any distance. His love is silent but incredibly heavy, the kind that wraps around you and doesn’t let go.

Yoongi may act like he’s fine on his own, like the independent, cool Agust D who doesn’t get attached. But with you, he becomes someone who quietly hates every second you’re not beside him. He observes you like you’re his favorite melody, leans into you like you’re his safe place, and holds you like he never wants to let go.

Because even in complete silence, his clingy, intense love is loud in every small touch, every quiet stare, and every dry message that really means “I need you here with me.” And he’ll keep being that silently clingy version of himself — as long as you let him stay close.

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𝐣-𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞

he is clingy in the most energetic, bright, and almost desperate way possible — like his love for you is a sun that never stops shining and refuses to let even a single cloud come between you two. Hoseok’s affection is loud, warm, and overflowing with energy. He doesn’t just want you close… he needs you close, like you’re the main source of his sunshine. And when you’re not around, everyone can tell — his usual bright aura dims, his smile becomes a little smaller, and the dance studio feels strangely quieter.

he calls you all the time, inventing the smallest excuses just to hear your voice or see your face. “Jagiya, come here really quick! I need your opinion on this new choreography,”excessive attachment, jealousy, soft obsession,he says excitedly on the phone, even though he already knows what he wants to do. You show up thinking it’ll be fifteen minutes… and suddenly three hours have passed. He pulls you into the practice room, plays the song, dances while holding your hands, laughs loudly, and keeps finding new reasons to make you stay. “Wait, wait — now tell me if this part looks better like this or like that.” Anything to keep you there a little longer.

when you’re not near him, he loses his energy. The usually hyper, sunshine Hoseok becomes quieter, less talkative, his movements slower. The members notice immediately. “Hyung, you’ve been staring at your phone for twenty minutes without moving,” Jimin teases. Hoseok just laughs softly and says “I’m fine,” but his leg keeps bouncing and he keeps checking the time, waiting for the moment he can call you again. Your presence is literally his battery — without it, the light dims.

he hugs you like he’s trying to keep you forever. His arms wrap around you tightly, almost desperately, squeezing you against his chest as if he could merge you two into one person. He lifts you off the ground sometimes, spinning you around while laughing brightly, then buries his face in your neck and holds you there for long seconds. “Don’t go yet,” he whispers against your skin, voice still cheerful but with a hint of real need. His hugs feel like safety, warmth, and a silent promise that he never wants to let go.

he smiles so much when you’re with him — that big, beautiful, eye-smiling smile that lights up entire rooms. He laughs at everything you say, even when it’s not that funny. He takes hundreds of photos of you (and selfies of both of you) because “I need to save this moment forever.” But the second you say you have to leave, that smile falters. It doesn’t disappear completely — he’s still Hoseok — but it becomes softer, a little sad, almost pleading. “Already? But we were having so much fun…”

That’s his mantra. He says it while holding your hand, while pulling you back to the couch, while hugging you at the door. Five more minutes turns into thirty. Thirty turns into an hour. He’ll follow you to the elevator, still holding your hand, still smiling but with those slightly sad eyes. “Just until the car arrives, okay? I’ll miss you too much.”

he gets adorably dramatic when you have to go. “My sunshine is leaving me… how am I supposed to dance now? How am I supposed to smile?” He pouts cutely, doing aegyo on purpose to make you stay longer, then laughs at himself and pulls you into another bone-crushing hug. When you finally leave, he stands at the window or door watching you go, waving enthusiastically until you’re out of sight. Then he sighs, the bright energy dropping again until the next time he can call you.

even at night his clinginess doesn’t stop. He video calls you before bed just to say goodnight, but the call lasts an hour because he keeps finding new topics. When you’re together, he cuddles impossibly close — legs tangled, arms locked around you, face pressed against your chest or neck. “Stay with me until I fall asleep?” he asks softly, even though he knows he’ll try to keep you awake as long as possible.

he’s desperate in the sweetest way. Desperate for your laugh, your touch, your attention. If you’re busy for a whole day, he sends messages every couple of hours: funny memes, videos of him dancing, voice notes saying “I miss my favorite person.” When you finally meet again, he runs to you, picks you up and spins you around, hugging you so tightly you can barely breathe. “Never leave me for that long again, okay? My heart gets sad.”

Hoseok’s clingy love is pure sunshine mixed with a deep, almost desperate need to keep you by his side. He may be the brightest member, the one who lifts everyone’s mood, but you are his personal source of light. Without you, the world feels a little less colorful. So he calls, he hugs, he smiles, he begs for “just a little more time” — because every second with you makes his heart feel full in a way nothing else can.

And even when he’s waving goodbye with that brave smile, you know he’s already counting the minutes until he can say "Come here quickly"  again… because for J-Hope, “a little more” is never really enough when it comes to you. He wants all of your time, all of your presence, and all of your love — and he’ll give you every drop of his sunshine in return.

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𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

he’s clingy in the most emotional, intense, sweet, and almost dependent way imaginable. Jimin doesn’t just want to be close to you — he needs you like air. His love is soft on the surface but carries a deep emotional weight, like his heart is quietly terrified that one day you might slip away. He follows you around the house without even realizing he’s doing it, always a few steps behind, like a little puppy who can’t bear any distance between you two.

he touches you constantly, as if his body needs constant reassurance that you’re real and you’re his. His hand finds yours without thinking, fingers intertwining naturally. When you’re sitting together, his head rests on your shoulder, or his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. Even when you’re cooking, he’ll come up behind you, chin on your shoulder, arms around your middle, swaying gently while humming. It’s never overwhelming, just constant, warm, and full of quiet affection. If there’s any space between you, he closes it immediately, like it physically hurts him.

he follows you everywhere. You get up to grab a glass of water? He’s right behind you. You go to the bedroom to change? He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you with those big, sparkling eyes. “I just wanted to be with you,” he says softly when you notice, smiling like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He doesn’t even realize how attached he is — it’s pure instinct.

he gets incredibly needy when you talk to other people. If you’re laughing with one of the members or giving attention to someone else, Jimin becomes quiet, a little pout forming on his lips. He doesn’t interrupt, but he’ll move closer, resting his head on your arm or slipping his hand into yours, silently asking for your focus again. Later, when you’re alone, he’ll use that soft, tiny voice: "Are you mad at me?"  even when you’re not. He asks it so cutely, eyes wide and slightly anxious, because the thought of you being upset with him breaks his heart a little.

his emotional side comes out strongly at night. Jimin loves sleeping close to you — extremely close. He curls up against your body like he was made to fit there perfectly. Legs tangled with yours, chest pressed to your back, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your neck. He falls asleep breathing you in, but even in his sleep his grip doesn’t loosen. If you move even a little, he wakes up halfway, mumbling sleepily “Don’t go… stay with me” and pulls you back tighter. He needs the warmth, the closeness, the feeling of your heartbeat against him.

when you have to leave, even for a few hours, his clinginess becomes more obvious. He holds you at the door for longer than necessary, face hidden in your neck, squeezing you like he’s trying to memorize how you feel. “Just five more minutes…” he whispers, even though you both know it’ll turn into ten, fifteen. When you finally pull away, he stands there watching you go with that beautiful but slightly sad smile, waving until you disappear. Then he sighs, already counting the minutes until you come back.

he sends the softest messages when you’re apart. Voice notes in that gentle, sweet tone: “I miss you already… when are you coming back?” or “Can you send me a photo? I want to see your face.” If you take a while to reply, he doesn’t get dramatic — he just gets quieter, a little more emotional, waiting patiently but with his heart feeling heavy.

he’s intensely dependent on your affection. A single hug from you can fix his whole day. When he’s tired after practice, he seeks you out immediately, melting into your arms with a soft sigh of relief. “You make everything better,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and full of feeling. He looks at you like you hold his entire world in your hands, because in his heart, you really do.

sometimes his clinginess makes him vulnerable. He’ll look at you with those expressive eyes and say quietly, “I know I’m a lot sometimes… but I can’t help it. When you’re not here, it feels like something is missing.” He gets shy after admitting it, hiding his face in your chest, but the honesty is so pure and raw that it makes you fall for him even harder.

That’s exactly how he feels. Every time you leave, it’s like you’re taking a piece of him with you. So he clings — emotionally, physically, desperately but sweetly. He follows you, touches you, needs you, loves you with every fiber of his being in the most tender and intense way.

Jimin’s clingy love is like a warm blanket you never want to take off. Soft, emotional, and so full of devotion that it wraps around your heart and refuses to let go. He may be the sweetest, most affectionate person in the world, but with you he becomes even softer — a man who just wants to stay close, stay loved, and stay yours forever.

Because for him, the best place in the world is right beside you, touching you, breathing the same air as you. And he’ll keep following you, holding you, and whispering “don’t go” with that beautiful, loving gaze… for as long as you’ll let him.

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𝐯

he’s clingy in the strangest, most artistic, and breathtakingly beautiful way possible. Taehyung doesn’t love you in ordinary ways. His affection is poetic, surreal, and deeply intense — like he sees the entire universe inside you and wants to capture every second of your existence. He doesn’t just want you close… he wants to experience you, observe you, turn moments with you into living art. His clinginess is quiet, unexpected, and full of wonder.

he looks at you like you’re his greatest masterpiece. Those deep, expressive eyes stay on you for long moments, as if he’s trying to memorize every curve of your face, every shade in your eyes, every small movement of your lips. Sometimes you catch him staring and he doesn’t look away. He just tilts his head slightly, a soft, dreamy smile forming, like he’s seeing colors and light no one else can. “You’re so beautiful… like a painting that moves,” he whispers once, voice low and sincere, before going quiet again, still watching.

he takes secret photos of you all the time. Not in a creepy way — in a reverent, artistic way. You’ll be reading a book, looking out the window, or simply laughing at something and he’ll quietly raise his phone, capturing the moment like it’s sacred. Later, you find them in his gallery: candid shots with golden hour lighting, black and white filters, or edited with his own drawings and notes in the corners. “I couldn’t help it,” he says softly when you discover them. “You looked like poetry.”

he holds your hand without any warning. In the middle of walking, while you’re cooking, even when you’re both scrolling on your phones — his long fingers suddenly slide between yours, gripping gently but firmly, like he needs the connection to stay grounded in reality. Sometimes he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles while looking at you, saying nothing. Other times he just holds it against his chest so you can feel his heartbeat, steady and warm.

he keeps calling you for the most random, whimsical things just to keep you near. “Jagiya, come here for a second. I need your opinion on this cloud,” he says, pulling you to the window. Or “Let’s listen to this song together right now — I think it was written for your eyes.” What starts as “five minutes” becomes hours of him playing piano for you, showing you his new drawings, or lying on the floor together staring at the ceiling while he talks about dreams and galaxies. He always finds new excuses. He needs your presence like an artist needs his muse.

sometimes he becomes completely quiet, just watching you breathe. He’ll lie beside you in bed, propped up on one elbow, eyes tracing the rise and fall of your chest, the way your eyelashes flutter, the peace on your face. No words. Just pure, intense observation. If you ask what he’s doing, he answers in that deep, velvet voice: “I’m studying you. I want to remember how life looks when it’s inside you.” Then he leans in and presses the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering there like he’s sealing the moment forever.

his clinginess is artistic and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly pull you into his lap while he’s painting, resting his chin on your shoulder so he can work with you close. He takes you on spontaneous midnight drives just to watch the city lights reflect in your eyes. He writes your name in the condensation on the bathroom mirror after you shower. He collects small things that remind him of you — a flower petal, a ticket stub, a strand of your hair he keeps between pages of his favorite book.

when you have to leave, even for a short time, his artistic soul feels the absence deeply. He doesn’t whine loudly like Jin. Instead, he gets softer, more melancholic. He hugs you at the door for a long time, arms wrapped around you, breathing you in like he’s trying to store your scent for later. “Come back soon,” he murmurs against your hair. “The colors feel wrong when you’re gone.”

he sends you the most beautiful, random messages. Photos of sunsets with captions like “This reminded me of the way you smile.” Voice notes of him humming songs he wrote thinking about your hands. Sometimes he just sends a single heart emoji at 3 a.m. because he woke up and missed the sound of your breathing beside him.

he’s emotionally and artistically dependent on your presence. You are his favorite color, his favorite melody, his favorite form of art. When you’re together, the world feels more vivid to him. He becomes more inspired, more alive. And when you’re apart, he carries pieces of you in his art, in his thoughts, in the way he touches everything with the same gentleness he touches you.

That’s exactly how Taehyung loves you. Not casually. Not simply. He loves you like an artist loves his eternal muse — with quiet intensity, with stolen photographs, with long silences filled with admiration, with sudden hand-holding and random invitations to exist together. He doesn’t just cling to your body. He clings to your soul, to your light, to every small detail that makes you who you are.

Because to Kim Taehyung, you aren’t just the person he loves.

You are living art. 

You are poetry in human form. 

And he will keep observing, capturing, and holding onto you in the most beautiful, strange, and devoted way possible — for as long as you let him stay by your side, quietly creating masterpieces out of every shared breath.

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𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

he’s clingy in the most intense, competitive, and protective way possible. Jungkook doesn’t do anything halfway — especially not when it comes to you. You are his favorite person, his favorite routine, his safe place, and he wants to be part of every single second of your day. He tries to play it cool, calling it “just looking out for you,” but everyone can see it’s pure, deep, unstoppable clinginess mixed with that golden maknae competitiveness and his strong instinct to protect what he loves.

he wants to be near you all the time. Literally always. If you’re in the living room, he’s there. If you move to the kitchen, he follows two steps behind like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You’ll be brushing your teeth and suddenly see him leaning against the bathroom door, arms crossed, watching you with that soft but intense gaze. “What? I was just passing by,” he says with a shy smile, but he stays right there until you’re done. He follows you around the house so naturally that it feels like you two are magnetically connected.

he touches you constantly. His hand finds your waist when you’re standing, pulling you gently against his side. His shoulder brushes yours when you walk together. He rests his chin on top of your head when you’re cooking, arms wrapped around you from behind. Even when you’re sitting on the couch, his leg is pressed against yours, or his fingers are playing with the hem of your shirt. The touches are warm, firm, and almost possessive — like he needs the physical reminder that you’re really there with him.

he gets adorably sulky when you give attention to others. It’s subtle at first — a small pout, a little frown, his bunny teeth disappearing as his lips press together. If you’re laughing with Jimin or talking too long with Taehyung, Jungkook suddenly becomes extra competitive. He’ll start showing off: doing push-ups in the living room, singing loudly, or coming over and wrapping his arms around you from behind while saying casually, “Baby, come help me with something.” He doesn’t get angry, but that little jealous pout appears and only goes away when you give him your full attention again.

he’s extremely protective, even in small things. “Wear this hoodie, it’s colder today,” he says, already putting it over your shoulders. If you’re going out, he checks the weather, makes sure you ate, and texts you “let me know when you get there, okay?” He says it’s just him being responsible, but the truth is he worries the second you’re not under his watch. When you’re together in public, he walks on the side closer to the street, keeps a hand on your lower back, and scans the surroundings like he’s ready to fight anyone who looks at you the wrong way.

"I'm just looking out for you,"  he repeats often, with that sincere, slightly shy look. But you both know it’s more than that. It’s carência. It’s the way his chest feels lighter when you’re close. It’s how he sleeps best when you’re curled up against him, his arm locked around your waist like an anchor. At night he pulls you as close as physically possible, chest pressed to your back, nose buried in your hair, legs tangled with yours. If you try to move away even a little, he makes a small, sleepy sound and tightens his hold.

he turns everyday moments into his favorite routine. Morning workouts? He wants you there watching or working out with him. Gaming session? He pulls you onto his lap so you can play together. Cooking? He’s hugging you from behind the entire time. Even when he’s focused on his own projects — music, workouts, drawing — he keeps stealing glances at you and eventually gives up, coming over to rest his head on your lap or pull you into his arms. “I work better when you’re near,” he admits quietly.

his competitiveness shows even in his clinginess. If one of the members hugs you for too long, Jungkook is suddenly there, lifting you up in his strong arms and carrying you away while laughing. “My turn,” he says playfully, but there’s a real edge of “she’s mine” in his eyes. He loves winning your attention, your laughs, your time. He wants to be your favorite person just as much as you are his.

when you have to leave, even for a few hours, he becomes extra intense. He walks you to the door, hugs you tightly, buries his face in your neck and sighs deeply. “Come back soon, okay? The house feels empty without you.” He texts you throughout the day — not too much, but enough. Photos of his food, videos of him working out, random “I miss you” messages with that cute pout selfie. When you finally return, he lights up completely, picking you up and spinning you around before carrying you straight to the couch to cuddle.

he’s intense about the little things too. He remembers exactly how you like your coffee, what makes you laugh the most, which side of the bed you prefer. He competes with himself to be better for you every day — stronger, sweeter, more present. Because to Jungkook, loving you is a full-time commitment, and he throws his whole heart into it.

"You are my favorite routine."

That’s the deepest truth. His days feel better when they start and end with you. He loves the ordinary moments — brushing teeth together, sharing snacks, quiet evenings where he can hold you close while playing games. You’re not just someone he loves. You’re his peace, his motivation, his favorite part of every single day.

Jungkook’s clingy love is intense, protective, and beautifully devoted. He follows you, touches you, watches over you, and gets a little sulky when your attention strays because you’ve become the center of his world. He may say he’s “just taking care of you,” but the way he holds you like you might disappear, the way his eyes soften when you’re near, and the way he smiles the brightest when you’re in his arms… it all says the same thing.

You are his favorite routine. 

And he never wants to break it.

© stlllle — 2O26

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[milk-moonbunnies]

Like Them Older [Jin x reader]

synopsis: Jokes about Jin's age are a given, but he'll remind you that age is just a number

A/N: The urge to scrap this was high, but then Catie ( @catiekayy ) talked me off the ledge, and here we are! Say "thank you, Catie" - PWP! JIN! 가자!!

Warnings: mdni, 18+, lowkey Dom! Jin, dirty talk, teasing, praise, unprotected, fall off the bed, established relationship, one bad joke about Jin's age, doggy go woof, a little dumbification, multiple orgasms, a little rough, creampie, suggestive ending, Jin big, etc.

WC: 1.6K+

[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]

The boys always joked about Jin’s age, throwing little comments that exaggerated how old he really was, which quickly led to a fit of giggles that even made Jin laugh.

It’s funny little jabs that roll off Jin's shoulders with ease, even when he points a finger at whoever speaks up. There is no heat behind it as he smirks at them, and sometimes, he would even add on top of the joke, groaning a little, “I swear I used to be flexible!” Or “You’ll be my age soon enough!”

Which immediately earns another wave of giggles as Jungkook flashes him a cheesy grin and a, “And you’ll still be older!”

So, maybe that’s how you end up like this. Thighs quivering, your fingers gripping onto the corner of the bedsheet as Jin kept your hips tilted up. His strong thighs smack into the back of yours while his pelvis hits the curve of your ass over and over again. He's pounding the entire length of his cock into your pretty pussy without remorse, grumbling under his breath, while digging his fingertips into the soft squish of your hips.

He's punching out every garbled whine from your glossy lips as he quite literally fucks you into the mattress. Making you take everything with a, “Might be old, but I can still fuck you stupid.” It's a mean taunt that makes your gummy walls squeeze his shaft in tremors. The heat in your lower stomach twisted as you felt his breath on the back of your neck, his lips caressing the slope of your shoulder as you moaned.

You didn’t need to look at Jin to know he was smirking. The filthy wet “plap, plap, plap” sounds of your sweet pussy taking his cock were enough to stroke his ego and make his dick throb. He was rubbing his cock deliciously along your velvety walls as he fucked you like he was mad at you.

And you guess he just might be. Just a little, if so, and you knew exactly where you went wrong.

You had been with Jin for a while now, giggling along to the chaos all his friends brought when the seven of them got together, and shaking your head in amusement as they kept the jokes coming. They'd drag each other through the mud with cheeky grins and raised eyebrows, trying to one-up the other before someone was in tears with laughter.

And you hadn’t meant to laugh when the joke was used against Jin, but when the topic changed, you had barely registered the jab Jungkook said before you giggled.

He had said something about you dressing up this year as a nurse for Halloween, specifically a nursing assistant to squeeze just one more old joke at the expense of Jin, and you had laughed with a roll in your eyes because the truth was quite the opposite.

Jin may be the eldest in the friend group, but he was actually far from it mentally and physically. His nickname in group chats was “true maknae,” and he never failed to prove it with quick wit matched with a quicker laugh that was contagious to anyone who was around.

And for the physical part, well, you’d blush recounting the many times Jin showed just how spry he was behind closed doors with you.

His age really was just a number, so yes, you giggled, and Jungkook grinned - thinking you were laughing at his joke - while Jin’s eyes caught yours and sobered you up almost immediately. Just one look from him, and you knew you had fucked up.

“Why aren’t you laughing now, Baby?” Jin asked, and your eyes crossed lewdly when he leaned his weight on his hips, stuffing you full with a harder stroke that made your vision whiten. “All I can hear is this pretty pussy crying for more- begging for it, actually.“ His teeth gritted, and the suction of your drooling cunt made his hips stutter, proving his point.

You were so wet your arousal splashed each time his balls smacked into your puffy clit, sending you closer to the edge, literally, physically, and mentally. And you had a feeling that if you did fall face-first off the edge of the bed, it wouldn’t stop the lecherous strokes of his cock swabbing along your soft cervix. If anything, it’d give Jin a better angle to fuck you, and he huffed a delirious laugh as he rocked his hips forward while dragging you back to meet his obscene thrusts.

“Where you tryin' to go?” He teased, and your legs shook as your boyfriend clamped a large hand on the back of your neck, his palm digging between your shoulder blades to keep you from squirming away. “Don't turn away, your pussy doesn't want me to stop - heh- she’s slobbering all over me.”

And he wasn't wrong. The squelches of your pussy taking everything Jin gave only grew louder as your blush deepened on your cheeks, and your nails clawed at the bedsheets underneath you. “Oh! Jin, please, please!” It felt too good; you felt stupid. Your back naturally arched more, like a cat in heat, giving Jin a better angle to ruin you. "M'gonna cum, oh fuck-" Your gasps came up short, and your body jumped, trying to escape the delicious feeling of Jin's heavy cock bullying its way deeper.

But when you moved, so did he, following your fluttering cunt as you toppled over the edge of the bed. Your hands braced you on the floor, and Jin's hands clutched your hips, keeping your bottom half up on the bed with a bewildered laugh. "If you're gonna cum, it'll be on me, now stay still." He didn't even bother helping you up, just using the new angle to reach places you didn't know existed. "Let me feel ya'- that's it, open up for me just like that."

Your squeal gets ripped from your lips as he makes your toes curl in ecstasy. The rotund head of his cock kisses the back of your cunt with wads of precum, marking you deeper than before, and effectively making you cockdrunk. Your tongue lolls out, your eyes roll back, and Jin's grin is almost feral as he feels you clamp around him, gushing your orgasm all over his thick cock like he wanted.

He uses your sweet slick to keep pounding into you, listening to the way your pussy cries louder than your mouth as he fucks you through it. "Ah- jus' like that! Fuck! Keep going! Yes, yes!" Your words slur and your brain blanks as he abuses the soft, spongey spot inside you, rendering you speechless as he keeps going, as you asked.

You feel drool form at the corner of your lips, your thighs quivering as you barely hear Jin's praises. "Taking me so well. Feels like heaven, squeezing me like that, Baby." He huffs between grunts, sweat lining down his chest as he thrusts harder. The tufts of dark hair at his base were soaked with your arousal, and it only made him more cocky to see the way your pussy drooled for him.

He watched the way your pretty pussy slurped on his cock, creaming around his shaft, while his hands clutched the curves of your hips to keep you from fully falling off the bed. He was drunk off your pussy, delirious, and still riled up from before.

"Y'know what? I may be older, but you like that." He smirked, putting his body weight into each hefty roll of his hips. "No one younger can make you feel like this the way I can." It was a fact. He would make sure you would feel him hours later, whether by swirling his tip meanly against your cervix or by stuffing you full of his cum.

And he decided to do both.

" Gimme one more- jus' one more, Baby." Jin groans it like a mantra, brows furrowed, his bottom lip bitten in concentration as he reels his hips back before surging them forward again.

You were so warm and sloppy, dripping on him while he used you, and it really didn't take long before you were crying out his name - falling into your second orgasm with a squeal.

Your pretty pussy swallowed him to the hilt, fluttering around his shaft desperately while he grinded his hips into your ass, turning your brain into mush. And it was exactly what Jin needed to fall forward with a groan.

Your velvety walls milked his cock in waves, massaging his length and sending you both to the ground as he painted your weeping cunt white. His tip pulsed, spilling rope and after rope of his seed until you were filled to the brim, both of you relishing in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

And it takes you a few moments before you can unglue your tongue from the roof of your mouth, feeling like you ran a marathon. "I wasn't even laughing at you," you finally huffed, your heart racing in your ears.

Your words take a moment to process, and another moment for Jin to respond to. His age shows as he blinks. "What?"

"I was laughing at how wrong they were. You may be older, but only in age." You say with a roll of your eyes, grinning when Jin blinks again.

You think you will have to repeat yourself when he doesn't respond right away. But then he's rolling you both around until you're lying on top of him. Your back is to his chest, and your thighs are bracketing his legs when his hands slide down your soft body. One of his hands squeezes your breasts, while the other finds your clit, making you jolt as he places a kiss on the back of your neck.

"Well, good, take this as a reminder then." He hummed, and you felt the familiar heat pool in your lower stomach as he rubbed little hearts onto your sensitive clit. "Now show me just how much you like your men older."

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[chwrrybby]

── Boyfriend Headcanons ⋮ Jin

domestic boyfriend!jin when he’s on tour :(

김석진 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw | idol!jin • domestic boyfriend!jin • fluff • comfort • clingy jin • long distance during tours • lots of physical affection • late night calls • lowercase intended

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before tour boyfriend!jin :(

— acts dramatically heartbroken about leaving weeks before tour even starts :( sighing loudly around the apartment like “wow… my beautiful girlfriend will forget me forever”

— tries to keep things light and funny before leaving because he doesn’t like making departures feel heavy, but you notice him getting softer in quieter moments

— cooks for you constantly before tour :( making your favorite meals, sneaking tastes from your plate, acting offended if you don’t praise him enough for it

— the type to randomly pull you into the kitchen while dinner’s cooking just to dance badly with you for thirty seconds before going back to stirring something

— absolutely takes a million selfies together before leaving and makes half of them ugly on purpose because your annoyed laugh is his favorite sound

— spends the night before departure laying beside you talking about nonsense until late because neither of you actually wants to sleep yet

— acts overly confident the morning he leaves like “don’t worry babe, i’ll survive somehow” but hugs you a little too long before walking out :(

during tour boyfriend!jin :(

— blows up your phone constantly :( selfies in waiting rooms, pictures of food, videos of him complaining dramatically about schedules

— facetimes you while eating room service in hotel beds because he hates eating alone, if you answer that is. 

— absolutely the type to hold the camera way too close to his face just to annoy you while you’re trying to talk seriously

— sends voice messages instead of texts when he’s tired. sleepy voice going “babyyyyy i miss home” followed immediately by him pretending he never said that

— misses domestic routines more than anything :( eating dinner together, hearing you moving around the apartment, arguing over what movie to watch at night

— definitely buys snacks for you in every country he visits because “you need to try this one”

— when he misses you badly after concerts he gets extra talkative :( suddenly telling you random stories from years ago just because hearing your laugh makes him feel less far away

— acts like he’s doing perfectly fine during tour until you ask if he misses you and then he gets all pouty like “obviously i do??? what kind of question is that”

— falls asleep on facetime more than once with the tv still running softly in the background

after tour boyfriend!jin :)

— the second he gets home the apartment feels loud again :) bags dropped at the door, him talking nonstop, dramatic complaints about tour food while clinging to you at the same time

— immediately checks the fridge when he gets home like he’s been starving for years even though he literally ate on the flight

— absolutely wraps himself around you while you cook just to steal bites before they’re finished

— domestic life after tour becomes his favorite thing again :) lazy breakfasts together, teasing you after grocery shopping, movie nights where he falls asleep halfway through

— gets softer late at night after coming home. laying beside you quietly with his hand tangled in yours while the apartment finally feels familiar again

— loves making you laugh after tour because hearing it in person again feels different than hearing it through phone speakers :)

— spends the first few days home following you around from room to room pretending he’s not doing it on purpose

— honestly looks happiest sitting beside you doing completely normal things :) eating takeout on the couch, washing dishes together, listening to you talk about your day while he watches you with the softest expression ever

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[femme11fatale]

gray velvet ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you are not meant to be here. 

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

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

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

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

God, you were hooked on this man something crazy. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seokjin looks utterly divine. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not helping,” you whisper. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His duality was really something. 

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

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

“Not just yet,” you coo. 

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

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

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

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

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

“You want−.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don’t need asking twice. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, baby—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Bts Reactions- ot7

How they would react to you kissing them randomly- established relationship

Includes: Rm, Jin, Suga, J-hope, Jimin, V, Jungkook

⋆˙⟡Rm⟡˙⋆

He'd kiss you back, following your lead for the most part, it's difficult for him to not try and take it over.

If you're around others he would stop you if you tried to deepen the kiss, probably making a whispered comment about you being needy.

Once either of you would pull away he'd act as if nothing happened, instantly returning to what he was doing with a small smile in your direction, almost professionally.

But, if it was just the two of you he'd be the one trying to deepen it every time. Hands instantly on your waist and pulling you towards him no matter the position.

This time he'd groan as you pulled away, trying to follow your lips with a pout. His hands on your waist would tighten trying to pull you back into him and restart the kiss. A hard thing to fight against.

⋆˙⟡Jin⟡˙⋆

He would heavily deepen on who was around when you did so.

If you were around the Maknaes, he'd probably play it off dramatically. Gasping and pushing you away slightly, just enough to try and make the others, and probably you, laugh at the display.

Around the older ones, he'd kiss you back for a split second. It would be a simple peck before he's pulling back with a smile and going back to what he was doing.

Both times I could see him making a silly comment about him being so desirable you just couldn't resist.

Alone, he'd follow your lead. If it was meant to be a simple kiss to say hi then thats all it would be. But, if you came there for a different reason most times he'd follow along.

⋆˙⟡Suga⟡˙⋆

Stoic. Doesn't matter who's around, he'll kiss you briefly before acting like nothing happened.

It's when the two of you are alone that he has a reaction, it's when his guard is down, he's not the biggest fan of PDA after all.

If you kiss him while he's working on something, he'd probably chuckle and kiss back quickly before turning away and going back to his work.

If it's while he's just sitting around doing pretty much nothing, he's kissing back harder, taking the lead of it almost instantly.

I don't think he'd try to deepen the kiss every time, rather he would try and keep the slow and sweet kiss for as long as possible and just enjoy the feel of your lips against his.

⋆˙⟡J-hope⟡˙⋆

He'd giggle, smiling against your lips instantly, so much that it ruins the kiss.

Once you'd pull away from the now giggly mess of a kiss he would try and stop you, attempting to pull you back towards him without much success.

He doesn't care who's around when you do it either. He loves kissing you and would brag about it to the people who were in the room anyway.

You wouldn't be able to leave the room afterwards. You woke up a monster and reminded him that you exist, and now you're stuck with his affection now matter how much you try to escape.

He would also be the one to kiss you randomly more than you would him, he loves it.

⋆˙⟡Jimin⟡˙⋆

Super giggly too. Probably makes a comment about PDA as he kisses you back.

If you were around the older members he'd be more embarrassed afterwards than anything, blushing and sinking slightly into himself with a grin. Acting as if he didn't enjoy it.

Just the younger ones around it's a different story. He'd be bragging about how his stunning partner was kissing him and not them.

"Be jealous losers." Energy while kissing you back with a somehow enhanced ego.

The type to follow your lips trying to restart the kiss over and over again.

⋆˙⟡V⟡˙⋆

He jokingly acts like you didn't do it, as if you were a ghost and he didn't feel the kiss happen.

He wouldn't vary depending on who was around, or even if it was in public. He's touchy and would love kissing you in front of others even if it made you embarrassed.

Would smirk into the kiss, even if it was just a simple peck, it would boost his ego a bit with every second that passed.

Also the type to try and deepen it if you're alone. He'd slowly try to progress the kiss even if you tried to pull away with a whine

He'd probably pull you back in and press his lips all over your face until you started laughing.

⋆˙⟡Jungkook⟡˙⋆

Oh he's kissing back, smile on his lips as he leans into you instinctively. Even if he's sitting down, he's leaning up and following your lips.

He'd be a bit more embarrassed if it was around any of the other members, still kissing back but his face and ears would grow bright red the second you did it.

He'd probably reach out for you for a second before pulling his hands back, forgetting you were around people for a second.

He would reach for you without stopping if nobody was around, his hands would probably land on your face to keep your lips closer to his.

Follow your lead to hell and back type of guy. If you wanted to go further he wouldn't hesitate.

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