⋆꙳•❅ ksj: buy me presents ❆•꙳
in which you and your boyfriend, jin, do a gift exchange... you get him a new game console and he gifts you his credit card
series m.list // taglist
note: pretty intimate..... idk..... holy shit !!!!
warning: body worship, spitting, fingering, jin eats her ass and pussy ??? choking, raw sex, missionary, doggy, anal !!!! oc's legs are over her head at one point, and jin has a big cock (duh)
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the christmas tree bathes the room in a soft, golden glow, its twinkling lights dancing over the crinkled wrapping paper scattered across the floor. the scent of cinnamon and pine lingers, weaving through the faint melody of holiday music humming softly from the speaker perched on the shelf.
you’re cross-legged on the rug, knees almost brushing seokjin’s, his gaze fixed on you with that familiar mix of curiosity and warmth. the final gift for him sits in your lap, its weight pressing into your palms, making your heart skip with a giddy kind of anticipation.
“okay, this is the big one,” you say, nudging the box toward him.
he eyes it suspiciously, his head tilting like he’s trying to solve a riddle without all the clues. “what is it?”
“just open it, jin,” you reply, leaning back on your hands, and biting back a grin.
he makes a show of inspecting the wrapping job first, his fingers tracing the perfectly folded edges.
“you wrapped this, didn’t you?”
“obviously.”
“of course you did,” he mutters, shaking his head with an exaggerated sigh. “it’s too perfect. how am i supposed to rip this open?”
“you could just do it,” you tease, gesturing impatiently. “before i take it back—”
immediately, he starts peeling the paper. he’s careful at first, then impatient when the box beneath reveals itself. when he lifts the lid, the air between you shifts.
“no way,” he breathes, staring at the pristine, matte-black console nestled inside. “a PS5?”
“yeah. do you like it?” you ask, your grin widening as his eyes flicker between the console and you, disbelief written all over his face.
but then he spots the second item tucked beneath it, a signed copy of valorant with the unmistakable signature of ninja, his favorite streamer.
“you’re kidding,” he says, pulling the case out with both hands like it’s the holy grail.
“merry christmas!” you say softly, watching as his lips part, his expression stuck somewhere between awe and amazement.
“this is—how did you even—” he trails off, his thumb brushing over the sharpie scrawl. “ninja… how? h-how’d you do this?”
“turns out he’s not that hard to track down if you know the right people,” you reply with a shrug, trying to play it cool even though your chest feels warm from how happy he looks. “he’s pretty nice too. chill guy.”
“you talked to him?”
“yeah. he said you’re handsome.”
jin sets the case down gently, like it’s made of glass, and reaches over to grab your hands, pulling you closer.
“this is insane,” he says, his voice quieter now, like he’s still processing it all. “you’re insane.”
“in a good way, right?”
“the best way,” he says, squeezing your hands before letting go and reaching for the console again. “i seriously don’t know how i’m supposed to top this. thank you, love.”
he reaches for you. you kiss him softly and giggle against his lips. he doesn’t want to let go of you just yet. seokjin leans in again, kissing you more.
laughing, you pull away and reach your arms out to him.
“my turn!”
seokjin reaches behind him and takes out his present. his fingers nervously trace the edge of the ribbon tied around the small box in his hands. he looks at you, then at the box, then back at you, and finally thrusts it forward.
“here,” he says, voice low and almost embarrassed. “merry christmas, love.”
you take it gently, the velvet box cool against your palms. the name cartier gleams faintly on the lid, and your heart jumps. you glance up at him, but his eyes are fixed on the floor, his knee bouncing slightly.
lifting the lid, you see it—a thin gold promise ring, the dainty diamond catching the glow of the lights.
it’s beautiful, understated in a way that feels so seokjin.
before you can say a word, he shifts forward, his hand brushing yours as he lifts the cushion beneath the ring.
“there’s, uh… also this,” he mutters, revealing his sleek black credit card tucked underneath. he groans softly, his ears burning pink as he stumbles through his explanation.
“to be so honest with you… i didn’t know what else to get you. the ring—it’s been in my sock drawer for 2 months. i couldn’t think, i ran out of time, and… i’m sorry. your present was so much better than mine. i feel so bad—”
your fingers tighten around the box, a laugh bubbling out of you before you can stop it. “seokjin,” you say, shaking your head, “this is perfect. thank you so much, love.”
he blinks at you, a little uncertain, and you reach for his hands, tugging him closer until your knees bump.
“seokjin, i love it,” you murmur. “i love you.”
he exhales, shoulders relaxing as a small smile pulls at his lips. he takes the ring with careful hands, holding it like something precious.
“this isn’t just a christmas gift,” he says softly, slipping it onto your finger. his eyes meet yours, steady and warm. “it’s a promise. i promise to take care of you, to make you laugh, to be patient when you’re stubborn and to listen when you need me to... and i promise to give you a better christmas gift next year… and the year after that. the year after that… and the year after—”
“i get it,” you laugh. “you could give me a paper ring and i’d still love it.”
he rolls his eyes, partly because he knows you’re telling the truth and partly because it’s riddiculous that he’d ever give you a paper ring. come on. he’s fucking rich and the ideal provider man. a paper ring? he’s not here to play games—10 carat ring minimum for your engagement (which he’s in the middle of planning).
seokjin takes your hand and slips the ring on your 4th finger.
“it fits,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly over the ring now resting on your finger.
“it fits,” you echo, the corners of your mouth lifting as you admire the delicate band.
the mall is bustling with last-minute shoppers, but none of it phases you as you tug seokjin along, weaving through the crowd with his hand firmly clasped in yours. he follows you willingly, even when you pause outside a lingerie store, the display mannequins clad in delicate lace and silk.
you glance back at him, your lips curling into a mischievous smile.
“what do you think? should i?”
his eyes widen slightly, his ears already tinged pink.
“uh—yeah. yes. absolutely.”
you giggle, dragging him inside.
a few minutes later, you’re behind a curtain, slipping into the first set—a soft pink number that feels like it was made for you.
“jin,” you call out, peeking your head through the curtain. “ready?”
“more than ready,” he replies, his voice slightly strained.
when you step out, his reaction is immediate. his jaw slackens, and he leans forward, elbows braced on his knees as he takes you in.
“oh my god,” he mutters, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “you’re—wow.”
you do a playful spin, the fabric fluttering lightly. “so? should i get it?”
“get all of them,” he says without hesitation. “max out the card. please."
seokjin fears he might cum too fast tonight.
you’re wearing one out of the literal twelve sets and he can’t breathe. as his fred chain dangles above you, he leans down to kiss you. before he does, he pauses.
his presence fills the space like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded. his eyes that have you pinned. dark and searching, like he’s memorizing every detail of you, every breath you take.
“you’re so…” his voice trails off, soft and low, like he’s lost the words somewhere between his chest and yours. his hand lifts, fingertips brushing the curve of your jaw, then settling there like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
you tilt your head up, heart thundering in your chest as his thumb grazes your cheek, his touch both gentle and deliberate. he leans down even more, slow enough to send shivers down your spine.
“love,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours in a whisper of a touch, like he’s asking permission, like he’s afraid of what happens when he finally gives in. but then he does—closing the space between you, his mouth firm and soft all at once, his other hand slipping to your waist to hold you steady.
he kisses you like it’s the only thing he’s ever been sure of, his frame looming over you, protective and unyielding. his fingers tighten at your jaw, tilting your face just so, and when he deepens the kiss.
you grasp at his polo, bunching the fabric in your fists to keep yourself upright, and he makes this low, quiet sound in the back of his throat… it’s like the idea of you falling is too much. his lips leave yours for a moment, just long enough for him to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven.
“you’re so perfect,” he whispers, his voice a little ragged, his thumb brushing once more against your cheek before his lips find yours again. “i love you so much.”
before you know it, he shifts, kissing you from your lips to down your neck. then, over your breasts. gently, he tugs on your new lace bra and reveals your breasts. he kisses them, finding your nipples along the way. sucking them, you let out a moan.
then, he moves down.
down to your stomach.
down to your hips where he bites them.
then, finally…
“all that lingerie shopping only for me to take it off of you, huh?”
you giggle as he lifts your legs to get a better view of your pussy in the lace lingerie. he lets out a groan, admiring the way your body looks. quickly, he takes his shirt off and shifts out of his boxers. he’s totally naked now and you can’t help but admire his build.
he’s so… strong. his body is so fucking lean and the way his muscle are carved makes it so difficult for you to not be soaking wet.
and god… his cock?
his perfect cock.
seokjin’s cock has to be the best one you’ve ever seen. actually, it’s the only one you’ve ever seen. you’ve been in a relationship with him since your early 20s and he was the one to take your virginity. when you talk about sex with your friends, you can’t help but feel sorry for them.
not because their sex stories are mid… but because they don’t know how good you have it. how fucking good seokjin gives it to you.
he always makes you cum first.
he’s good at foreplay—sometimes you cum so fast and hard that you sob.
despite his size (which is an XL), he truly knows how to fuck. he’s so hot. all his mannerisms and the way he maneuvers during sex make your inside tighten and flip over. it’s almost indescribable how good he makes you feel during sex… just the thought alone of having sex with him gets you wet. to be in this position? underneath him, wearing the lingerie he bought you?
you’re as wet as a fucking rain forest.
and he knows.
“so wet, love.”
“i know.”
“for me?”
“only for you.”
he smirks as he takes his cock and gives himself a few lazy pumps. he brings one of your legs over his shoulder and pushes the fabric to the side. he then drags the tip of his cock around your entrance. he taps on it and lowers his head to spit on your clit. jin takes a moment to massage his saliva into your clit, earning moans from you.
“wanna play with you,” he mumbles. “but i… i can’t. you’re so pretty right now, love. can i just tell you that? you’re so perfect. i love the way your tits…”
he pauses and caresses them. you get goosebumps.
“they’re so plump. i love how they fit in my hands and… i love it when i stuff my face in them. so fucking perfect… and your neck,” seokjin’s hand trails up to your neck. he cups them, lightly choking you. “i love it when i wrap my hands around them. so dainty. so perfect for me…”
then, he cups your face and tuns his thumb over your lips.
“pretty lips too… love it when they’re wrapped around my cock. love it when you kiss me and i bite them. i love how they feel agaisnt my skin… y-you’re… so fucking beautiful, love. your body is my favourite thing in this world. it’s my favourite gift. what did i do to deserve you?”
as you’re about to reply, you let out a small gasp as he pushes himself inside you.
you squirm, trying to adjust to the sudden harsh push. his cock is hard and long, you feel it reach your guts.
he stays still for a moment, lowering his body and kissing your neck. in your ear, he murmurs; “you okay?”
“mhm.. so big, love.”
“sorry,” he chuckles. “do you want me to pull out? i didn’t stretch you out… just… just wanted to be in you.”
“it’s okay,” you tell him, reaching to fix his hair. “can i have a minute, though?”
he nods with a soft smile. “of course, love. let me know when i can move.”
you nod and he continues to kiss your neck. he sucks on it, working on giving you a hickey. you try to relax your upper body and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. the sharpness of his cock inside you eases for a moment and you take that as a sign.
“ready,” you whisper. “softly please.”
seokjin moans in response as he gently thrusts inside you.
he plants his forearms around you and pushes himself in deeper. his chain dangles on top and you watch it, trying to distract yourself from the burn. soon, you adjust and begin to feel the pleasure. when you feel it, you wrap your legs around his torso. jin takes note and begins to fuck you faster. you hold onto him, unable to stop yourself from moaning and groaning.
he grunts a few times, feeling your warm pussy tighten around him.
“jin…”
“yes, love?”
“doggy?”
you don’t have to tell him twice.
seokjin pulls out and gets up from the bed. he stands on the edge as you get on all fours. you arch your back as he takes your lace pantie and tugs it to the side. he slips his cock back in and you let out a shaky moan.
he begins to fuck you, his pelvis hitting your ass loud and fast.
“this ass….” seokjin breathes in awe. he slaps it before squeezing it. “god, it’s so perfect. look at your curves… love, you’re so perfect. i want to buy every piece of lingerie the world has to offer. you need to be on display… you’re so fucking perfect, my love. oh fuck, i… wow, this ass is so fucking big, i wish i could—f-fuck. let me just—”
without warning, he pulls out and kneels. seokjin shoves his face in your ass and begins to eat you out. he digs himself under, running his nose through your folds and a little on your clit. next thing you know, he’s running his tongue all the way your asshole. you yelp.
“anal?” he requests.
“sure.” you breathe, “can you do the thing—”
without hesitation, he stands up and reaches for your neck. he grips it tightly, choking you with a good pleasure. seokjin then runs his hand through your pussy and spreads your wetness into the rim of your ass. he spits on his cock, spreading the saliva to make it more slippery. then, he shoves it inside.
you breathe in the sharpness and pleasure.
seokjin chokes you a little harder as he fucks your ass.
"fuck. you're so tight... so fucking tight... i love you. thank you for letting me have this... love fucking your ass, love."
"mhmm," you moan. "feels so good... cock so big, jin. i love it."
then, you cough and he lets go.
his hands move to your hips, holding them steady as he fucks you. your body follows and he watches in disbelief how lucky he is to have you.
then, his fingers find their way to your clit. underneath, he plays with you. you throw your head back from how fucking good it all feels. he plays with your pussy, flicking, pinching, and fingering you.
“selfish little thing,” seokjin hums. “you want it all, don’t you? you like it when i fuck you in the ass and play with your pussy. i choke you and you love it. i… i give you everything. i love to do this, you know? i love giving you everything.”
you moan at his words.
then, you hear him pant and feel him fuck you harder.
“f-fuck,” he stutters.
then, a few seconds later, as you feel his dick twitch—he pulls out.
not to cum.
but to flip you over.
he kisses you while his hands guide your legs to go over your head. he stretches you, and you almost sob from the way your pussy pulsates. aside from all the fucking positions and everything you two have done so far—he’s also fucking insanely handsome.
his innocent face and soft features contradict so much of what he’s done to you tonight.
he takes your hands and tells you to hold the position. wrapping your arms around your legs, he kneels over and spits in your pussy again. you watch as his saliva slips inside you. then, he takes his cock and runs the head over your pussy. he pushes the tip in and then takes it out. he drags it down to your ass, lifts you a bit, and does the same to your asshole.
“which one should i fuck? i love both equally.”
you pout.
“my pussy, please.”
he smirks lazily. “so polite.”
then, he shoves his hard, thick, long cock inside your pussy.
he pumps himself inside and out of you. his eyebrows furrow from the pleasure and you feel him stiffen on top of you. you clench your pussy as you feel it throb. he fucks you through the sensation.
“jin…” you breathe. “i’m… i’m gonna cum—oh my g-god—”
he slaps your pussy.
then, he fucks you harder.
“can’t this pretty pussy take more?”
you pout at him.
“i’m… i’m s-so close,” you let out a sob. “you’re so mean.”
he chuckles and lowers himself. he kisses you and swats your hands away from your legs. finally, you let them go and lay properly. his hands then roam your body as he kisses you. against your lips, he murmurs;
“sorry, sorry.. got carried away. i love you, ___. sorry, love.”
as he fucks you, you forgive him. “it’s okay, love.”
“love, you cum if you want.”
you shift and give him a tired smile.
“but you said not to."
"don't listen to me," he huffs. "i lose my mind whenever i'm inside you."
you giggle and kiss him once. twice. and then a third time before suggesting; "soft, lazy, sloppy missionary? think i can last longer.”
seokjin chuckles and nods. he kisses the top of your head and wraps himself around you.
“whatever you want, love. i'm gonna give you everything.”
