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[twelveohfour]

did you forget about back home? [M]

pairing: husband!Seokjin x wife!reader

genre: Established relationship (arranged marriage) au; smut

word count: 6.1k

rating: 18+/MDNI

summary: There's a certain amount of expectations placed on a husband and wife when both are the successors to their families' respective companies. Most pressing after making sure the respective businesses are running smoothly? Keeping the family line going, of course. Unfortunately for you and Seokjin, the two of you have been so preoccupied with work that you've neglected to attend to that part of your responsibilities.

warnings: Very thin plot. Discussions of pregnancy and having kids. Explicit sexual content: use of pet names (daddy is used once), multiple orgasms, praise, dirty talk, oral sex (m/f receiving), crying during sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie. Very sweet, cloyingly tooth-rotting smut :')

credits: Dividers from diviniyae. Do not repost/reupload this fic. This is my original work.

You’re mid-review of the financial statements of a potential company your client was trying to acquire, trying to determine whether they’re misrepresenting any of their debts ahead of the acquisition, when the heavy door of your office creaks open. You look up to see who you’re about to be chewing out for interrupting you when you’re met with none other than your mother.

“Mom,” you say, surprised, getting up from behind your desk to give her a hug. “Did something happen? Why did you come to see me at work?” you ask, eyeing her warily.

She waves her hand. “Does a mother need a reason to come see her favourite daughter?”

“Only daughter,” you correct. “Only child, if we’re being exact.”

“My point still stands.” She plops down onto the comfortable sofa in your office. “I ran into Mrs. Byun when I was out shopping a few days ago. Remember her daughter? You two went to school together.”

“Yeah, I hated her,” you reply, sitting back down at your desk to try and work while your mother got to whatever point she was trying to make. “She was a bitch. She broke all my erasable crayons that Dad brought back from France on purpose and she never apologized.”

Your mother sends you the same admonishing look that you’d gotten frequently growing up. “That’s very polite, ______. Anyway, she’s very pretty now, married well too. Mrs. Byun told me that her son-in-law left the family business to start his own company! They just bought a new building downtown,” she gushes.

“You came here to talk to me about seeing Mrs. Byun and her daughter’s family?” you grumble, hand flying to your temple. “I have a lot to do, mom. Unless you’d like me to run your law firm into the ground.”

“When will you give us a grandchild?” she says dramatically. “At least Jin’s parents have a few already. We don’t even have one.”

So that’s what her impromptu visit had been about. The glint of the heavy band around your ring finger catches your eye as if it, too, is agreeing with your mother.

You look up from your screen to shoot your mother a tired look. “Give it a rest, mom,” you groan. “It’ll happen when it happens.” She looks at you through narrowed eyes, but her begging for a grandkid is nothing new, has been ongoing since you and Seokjin had gotten married. As an only child, you have it far worse than he does, because at least his parents could content themselves with their elder son's grandchildren. You didn’t quite have that luxury.

It’s not like you’re against having kids. In fact, now that you’ve comfortably settled into your role as partner and assembled a reliable team of associates that you trusted to deliver quality work, you think there isn’t a more perfect time to start. You knew when you’d first begun meeting with your parents’ choice of pre-arranged suitors that children would simply be an eventual part of the equation, not a negotiable term you could choose to opt out of, which you’d accepted readily. It just hasn’t happened quite yet.

If you’re being completely honest, it’s not just that you and your husband haven’t had kids, it’s that you’ve barely had the occasion to even try making them.

Obviously you and Seokjin have slept together — it would be criminal to be married to someone like him and not have done so — but the opportunities to do so have been few and far between. In nearly eight months of marriage, you can count on one hand the number of times it’s happened: your wedding night, as was tradition; the week of your honeymoon, when he'd had you against every surface in the hotel suite and had left you waddling around your office upon your return; and New Year’s Eve, when his parents had surprised you with a weekend in the Turks and Caicos Islands, hoping that the two of you would return the favour with a gift of your own.

And fuck, had that sex been good, more than good, even; something you caught yourself thinking about on slow evenings by your lonesome.

So your virtual abstinence hasn’t really been for a lack of interest, but when both husband and wife are tasked with the responsibilities the two of you have — you with the law firm your family had built from the ground up and him spearheading his family’s conglomerate — there’s a pretty significant lack of opportunity. After you’d been rudely awakened one too many times by the shrill ring of Seokjin’s phone with an overseas business partner trying to reach him, you’d both agreed it would be best to keep separate bedrooms so as to not disturb one another during the few hours of the day that each of you could rest.

Maybe when the Earth’s rotation on its axis slowed down enough to give you longer than 24 hours in a day, you would have enough time in a day to sleep, work, eat, exercise, and do more than say hello to your husband in passing, but you didn’t think that day would come anytime soon.

Today’s one of the rare evenings you and Seokjin are certain to see each other for more than an hour, the date blocked off in your calendars weeks in advance, of course. It’s his mother’s birthday dinner, and you wouldn’t dare miss it, mainly because the pre-planned event gives you some time to spend with your husband uninterrupted by business calls and last-minute document reviews, even if the rest of his family is there.

You’re sitting at your in-laws’ dining table, listening politely to your sister-in-law as she gushes over her family vacation, when your husband announces his arrival. He first presses a soft kiss to your cheek that has you warming despite its innocence, whispering a hi, beautiful, before greeting his parents, elder brother, sister-in-law, and his nieces in turn. “Sorry I’m late.”

You eye him from where he’s taken his seat across from you; he looks dapper as ever, and when your gazes meet, he shoots you a wink that has you smiling into your wine glass. Even though the two of you had arrived separately, the royal blue tie splashed against his crisp white dress shirt perfectly complements the shade of the dress you’ve selected for the evening. The two of you must paint a beautiful picture for the rest of his family, a couple so in love with each other that it was even obvious through their dress. If only they knew you barely saw one another at home these days.

Your mother-in-law fawns over her twin granddaughters, truly adorable with their toothless smiles and matching dresses. When she catches you smiling gently at one of your nieces as she recounts an event from daycare, you know it’s only a matter of time before it’s her turn to interrogate you about where your own children are.

Of course, you’re right. You were generally known to be.

“When will you be starting a family, ______? You and Jin would have beautiful children,” she says dreamily, looking between you and her youngest son lovingly. From beside his father, Seokjin coughs into his napkin, muttering a low eomma in warning, which his mother ignores. “What? Seoah and Seohyun will need more friends around their age to play with.” The two girls perk up at the mention of their names.

The smile freezes on your face. If you told your mother-in-law that you and her son hadn’t so much as shared a bed since you’d rung in the new year together a whopping 6 months ago, she’d probably have a coronary, and you didn’t exactly want to ruin her birthday dinner. “When the time comes, eomeonim,” you say respectfully. Thankfully, unlike your own mother had done, she doesn’t press the issue any further, moving on to asking how your law firm was doing.

The rest of the dinner passes by without incident, and as you and Seokjin wait in the lobby of his family estate for your driver to arrive, you catch him gazing at you in the hallway mirror, expression unreadable. Noticing the goosebumps on your shoulders from the air conditioner that had been blasting in the lobby, he drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders, lightly scented with the spicy cologne you'd faintly smell in your home.

“She’s right, you know,” Seokjin says, sounding more playful than you’ve had the chance to see in quite a while. You furrow your brow in mock confusion, but he knows you just want him to spell it out, knows you’re far too smart for his words to go over your head. He obliges, clarifies anyway. “That we’d have cute kids.”

You nod in agreement, because yes, you would. You’d seen his baby photos, where he sported the same polite smile that you still spotted on him sometimes, and though age had slimmed down your chubby cheeks, they’d been fawned over for much of your childhood. “They’d be smart too, don’t forget that.” He chuckles softly.

“I can tell her to stop, you know. Asking about kids,” he murmurs, more reserved now. It’s tentative, like he’s not sure whether that’s something you really want. “I know we haven’t really, um. Talked about it.”

It’s not just that we haven’t talked about it, you want to reply; we haven’t even slept in the same bed since January. Instead you let your eyes flit to his in the mirror from where he’s still peering at you. “It’s okay, you don’t have to. I really don’t mind, Jinnie.”

“No, it’s fine. She already has two granddaughters and a grandson on the way, she can wait.” The headlights of the Maybach SUV flash twice to signal your driver’s arrival, and you let Seokjin guide you to the luxurious car with a palm on the small of your back, the heat of his hand warming you even through the layers of his jacket and your dress.

“She doesn’t mean anything by it. Besides, my mom is way worse, literally ambushed me at work to ask me about it," you laugh quietly. "This is nothing.”

Your husband is sharp, realizes what’s gone unsaid, knows you’d be quick to tell him if something really bothered you. “You want kids,” he says, rich brown eyes fixed on yours. The statement isn’t angry or surprised, more curious, exploratory.

“Well, I think we could at least start trying. It couldn’t hurt.” The words tumble out quickly, and you want to blame the free flow of sweet wine that had been served at dinner for your sudden honesty, but it’s a flimsy excuse for something you’d been thinking about since your mom had visited you in your office, and honestly, far before that, too. Before you can lose your confidence, you soldier on. “I have more time now since making partner. I know you’re busy with work, but it’s not like I’m going to get pregnant anytime soon. It’s going to take a little while before the birth control wears off, so.”

You let your voice trail off and peer over at him to monitor his reaction, not knowing what you’ll be met with, but you suppose you shouldn’t be so surprised seeing Seokjin’s eyes heated with interest after you’d basically told him that you wanted to have sex with him not in so many words.

There’s just enough light streaming in through the car’s window for you to catch him blinking hard, the same way he does to focus, presumably to get the lust out of his eyes. Clearly it doesn’t work, because his gaze is still burning a hole in the side of your head. “Well, there's no harm in trying, is there?” he teases. “We can try until it takes. Practice makes perfect, right?” The same hungry eyes take you in. The way he throws your language back at you, how dirty he’s made it sound, has you pressing your knees together a bit.

You thank your husband for choosing a home so close to his family estate.

Once you get back home, Seokjin retreats to his room, and for a few minutes, you’re a little disappointed, thinking maybe he’s moved on that easily from your discussion during the drive back. When you step into the kitchen to get a glass of water and feel his imposing presence taking up space behind you, it’s clear you’d been entirely wrong.

His large palms circle your waist, the weight of his fingers heavy as they splay against the curve of your body. “What do you think about practicing tonight, ______?”, he asks softly into the shell of your ear.

Your husband’s excitement makes your pulse thrum eagerly in your veins. “I didn’t mean that we had to start tonight, Jinnie. Just soon,” you chuckle lightly, trying to play off your reaction. "Don't feel pressured or anything." Turning around to meet his eyes, you notice the usually bright brown orbs have gone dark with want. You lace your fingers experimentally around his neck and the spread of your arms to accommodate his breadth is easy, like he’s meant to fit in your embrace. It’s then that you realize just how much you’ve missed this, spending time in Seokjin’s proximity.

Experimentally, you stand up straighter to line your mouth up with his in a gentle kiss. Though it’s been a while since the two of you had exchanged more than a quick peck, the taste and feel of his full lips are entirely familiar to you, and he quickly reciprocates, sliding his tongue in between your lips to deepen the kiss. You’d always thought he was unfairly good at making even the simplest kisses burn your body up with want.

Seokjin pulls back from the kiss, snapping the string of saliva that’s formed between the two of your mouths. You mourn the loss of his lips as soon as he does. “You’re not pressuring me into anything, ______. I want you, always do. Do you want to?” Under the lust in his eyes, you still see the same care that he held for you.

“So much.” There’s no doubt in your mind as to your answer, and your confirmation is all he needs to surge forward, this time being the one to initiate the hungry seal of your lips. His hands grip tightly into the inward dip of your waist, trying to make sure you’re fully within his grasp, and when he pulls off of you it’s only for long enough to steal a breath before he goes back in. He tugs at your lower lip with his teeth in just the way he knows you like, and it has you gasping into his mouth, hands clawing at the expanse of his shoulders.

“Missed this so much,” Seokjin whispers the next time he pulls away from the kiss, watching your eyes soften. “Missed being with you like this.” His admission makes you smile, press a me too against the thrumming pulse of his neck. He reaches his hand out, leading you to the bedroom he’d been sleeping in for the better part of your marriage. The pristine sheets of the bed he’s perched you on smell like the cologne on the jacket he’d draped around you earlier.

As he fumbles around your back for a little too long trying to find the invisible zipper of your dress, you impatiently guide his hand to where it sits. Kicking the delicate material of the dress down your legs, you don’t miss the way his eyes immediately sit on the exposed swell of your chest in the barely-there bra, before skimming down your body to meet the thin fabric that stretches across your hips. The press of the lace against your rapidly pebbling nipples quickly becomes uncomfortable, and you fling off the offending material, exposing your breasts to him. He tweaks each nipple between his agile fingers, licking around your areolas until each nipple is fully perked. “Been so long since I’ve felt these perfect tits,” he murmurs, cupping them progressively harder until you’re keening into his touch.

“My eyes are up here, you know,” you grumble, but it’d be a lie if you said his attention was doing anything more than making the pulse between your legs even more prominent. Your husband only hums, in no way embarrassed to have been caught ogling. His eyes flit back to yours, and the intensity of his gaze has your nipples stiffening despite the heat of the room.

Seokjin tumbles down on the sheets to sit up beside you, shedding his tie. Your eyes hungrily track the quick motion of his hands as he loosens the strip of silk from around his neck as if he doesn’t want to be separated from you for any longer. The sight of his nimble fingers working the tight knot of his tie off of his neck, how he barely has to break his eyes from yours to do so, is sensual enough that it has heat pooling between your legs.

Those adept hands make quick work of his starched shirt and dress pants, and this time it’s your turn to drink in the sight in front of you, eyes fixed on the lean muscle of your husband’s body. You can’t help yourself when you bring a hand up to drag down his firm, built torso, stopping right at the waistband of his boxers and hooking your fingertips underneath it so that they barely ghost his hipbone. When he shoots you a heated look, you blink back innocently, as if your action had been anything but intentional.

“Gonna take such good care of you. My beautiful wife.” He caps the sentence off with a sweet kiss to your lips that’s at odds with the carnal way he’s stroking the heat of you through the lace of your panties. With a tug at its waistband and the kick of your legs, the fabric falls sloppily to the floor, leaving you completely bare to him. Gently, he hooks a large hand underneath one of your knees to push your legs open.

Seokjin lets a finger gently circle the delicate nub of your clit, swallowing up your exhales with his lips, before gathering up some of your slick on the tip of his middle finger. “All of this and we haven’t done anything yet. I’ve neglected my wife for too long, haven’t I?” His eyes are swimming with desire and something else you can’t quite place. Regret? Yearning? Whatever it is, it has your heart twisting in your chest, distracting you from the initial slip of his finger between your folds, but it’s not long before the squeeze of your walls around his long finger becomes too obvious to ignore. The way that the pressure is building around the intrusion almost feels like it’s your first time again. “Your pussy is choking my fingers, angel,” he groans, eyes watching intently as the bent angles of his middle finger enter you and come out sopping wet. “She missed me so much.”

“Ah, I told you,” you moan on cue with the sharp hook of his finger against your walls. “’s been so long, Jinnie.”

“Gonna have to work you open, ‘cause there’s no way you’ll be able to take me the way you’re clenching around me right now,” he murmurs, amazed, leaving sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck as he slides his ring finger in — still encircled by the thin gold band you’d slipped on him so many months ago — to join his middle finger. “Would my beautiful wife like that? Me stretching her out before this pretty pussy takes my cock? Gonna feel me right here,” he pauses to press lightly on the soft spot just slightly underneath your belly button. When you mewl, pressing your chest into his to show him just what you think of that idea, he lets a low chuckle leave his lips. “Always been so reactive for me.”

The rough scrape of your husband’s wedding ring against the soft tissue of your walls, paired with the natural angles of his fingers, has heat sparking in your belly. It’s almost embarrassingly quick how fast you’d gotten here, but you supposed it was understandable because you hadn’t been with him like this in so long. “‘M close,” you pant, pressing your fingertips to his chest to warn him of your impending orgasm. Seokjin nods, mumbles an I know, but doesn’t stop the rhythmic slide of his fingers inside of you. In fact, he takes your warning as an opportunity to hook the two curved fingers against the patch of nerves that has your hand fisting into the bed’s cool sheets. A few more twitches of his fingers against that spot has your abdominal muscles tensing up before your body goes slack and you fall against the sturdiness of your husband’s broad chest.

“Felt good?” he chuckles, rubbing a palm down your back to soothe the shudders of your frame as you recover from the first orgasm he’d given you in what felt like an eternity. “There’s more where that came from, if you want. Anything for my ______.”

From where your head hangs down as you try and catch your breath, you can’t miss the sizeable bulge that fills out his dark briefs. The sight makes your throat go dry with want, and you let your hand fall below his waistband, tracing what must be the tip of his cock from where it’s slightly dampened the cotton. He hisses, not letting you repeat the action before he seizes your hand in his larger one and drops it back into your lap. “Not yet.”

Seokjin drops to a kneel at the foot of the bed, sliding you down the bed with a firm grip around your ankles until the heat of your center is just in front of his soft mouth. The few times the two of you had slept together, your husband never missed the opportunity to tell you how much he loved eating you out, and his enthusiasm matched his skill. Your heart thuds in anticipation, stirring a parallel excitement in your clit. He blows a thin stream of air onto your heated clit, winking at you when your eyes snap down to his.

His first kiss against your swollen clit has your hips wriggling, already sensitive from your first orgasm. Seokjin looks up quickly, eyeing you to make sure you weren’t in any real discomfort, but the lazy press of your palm to the back of his head tells him your true needs. He snakes his thick tongue out between your folds, eyes squeezed shut at his first taste of your nectar. “Can never get enough of this taste,” he murmurs so softly you almost miss it. “So sweet, just for me.”

He starts off with slow, measured licks, but after a few of those he loses his composure, switches to almost sucking the wetness out of you with the sloppy suction he’s delivering against your pussy, making you arch off the bed. The sounds he’s drawing out of your lips — both sets of them, really — are obscene, would have you blushing under any other circumstances, but you’re so turned on that you can’t bring yourself to care about how you and your husband might sound.

“Hmph, Jin, don’t stop, ah,” you plead, hands threaded tightly into his dark hair.

“How did I go so long without having my wife like this? I’m so sorry, honey,” Seokjin coos, looking as contrite as he can with his mouth between your legs. “Should have taken better care of my beautiful wife, my ______.” Between wet kisses to each of your inner thighs, he keeps whispering apologies until the words have nearly lost their meaning, before focusing his attention on your clit, sucking it between the thick flesh of his lips.

You’re not sure if the tears that spring from your eyes stem from how good his mouth is working between your legs, his words, or simply from the sheer feeling of intimacy like this after going so long without; your cheeks heat with embarrassment at the sudden burst of emotion. When Seokjin’s eyes flicker up to your face, he pauses his motions between your legs to kiss the tears off of your face from where they’ve begun to track down your cheeks. The contrast of the sweet gesture from the same man who’d been breaking you apart with the filth of his mouth and tongue alone threatens to have your core shaking in pleasure again. He laps lazily at your cunt a few more times, but draws away before the pressure in your abdomen can come to a head again. It gives you enough time to blink the stars out of your eyes, although you miss his eager tongue on you as soon as he moves away.

Seokjin leans back on his quads to catch his breath, and you let your eyes greedily take in the corded muscle of his legs before they fall again to the swell of his dick in his boxers. In your defense, it was right there, taking up what felt like half of your field of vision with its size.

“I want to take care of you too,” you say slowly, sitting up to peer at him. “Know how much you like my throat. C'mere.”

He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last much longer.” But he obliges, standing and slipping the cotton of his boxers down his slim legs to bare himself fully to you. The heated tip slaps roughly against his toned stomach, showcasing the prominent outline of the vein that runs down his length.

“That’s bigger than I remember,” you mumble as he steps a little closer to you, eye catching on the glint of the slippery head of his cock in the room’s dim light. Seokjin’s abs clench with the laughter he’s holding back.

“I think the saying is ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ not ‘makes the dick grow bigger’, ______,” he laughs wholeheartedly, no longer able to hold his reaction back.

“Please never say that again,” you groan, lightly shaking your head in disbelief at his stupid joke. Despite your words, a small smile tugs at your lips.

His cock has already leaked so much that you don’t even need to spit into your hand to help the slide down. When your hand meets the heated flesh of his length, he groans, throwing his head back to expose his Adam’s apple and vascular neck. Knowing he’s wound up as tightly as you are, you waste no time licking at the slit of his cock, cleaning the pre-cum off of him, and he hisses at the first contact of your tongue on him. The musky taste of him is familiar, as is the burn in your jaw when you first widen it to take the thickest part of him down your throat.

“My beautiful wife is so, ah, so good to me,” Seokjin rasps, voice breaking off to a whine at the end when you wiggle your head a little further down to take another inch of his cock down your throat. “I’m so lucky.” You hum lightly around him, knowing he likes that, before starting to move your head along what’s fit in your mouth.

The combination of his size and your rustiness means you need to pull off of him sooner than you want, massaging your sore jaw with a thumb. Watching you recover, your husband lightly strokes the crown of your head to soothe you, but when you move to bring your lips back down around him, that same strong hand stops you.

“Want to be inside you when I cum,” he nearly growls. “Thought we were gonna practice properly?” he teases. “Can’t have anything going to waste, can we?”

You shudder at his words, how he was really taking the whole ‘trying to start a family’ thing seriously. It makes your cunt clench with expectation, how it’ll feel to finally, finally have him buried inside of you again. You fall back on the bed, letting your legs widen in excitement. He’s quick to get close enough to tap the soaked mushroom tip of his cock on your mound, prodding against your entrance before he decides he’s tired of teasing you and pushes inside. The initial split of your pussy around him is made only slightly easier by Seokjin's work to prep you earlier, and you watch, mesmerized, as your lips part to take in the widest part of his length. If you could tear your eyes away from where the two of you are joined together, you’d see that it’s his eyes going glassy with emotion this time.

“How have we not done this in so long?” you whisper as he gently strokes your face to let his soft touch distract you from the intrusion. “Missed this so much, the best feeling.” You rub at your clit gently to ease the stretch, but before long it’s not enough; you need more, greedily pulling at his shoulders to tell him that, but he only gives you another few inches before pausing again when your eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Can’t believe you’d thought I’d feel pressured,” he hisses, “pressured to fuck my wife. As if there’s anything I’d want more.” He’s stretching you out in the best way, trying to get your inner muscles to remember how they’d taken him before, and the burn is delectable. When you start to squirm around him, pussy pulsing with need, he relents and slides in the rest of the way.

“Holy fuck, Jinnie,” you squeak. “Feel s- s’ full.” You tense a little at the feeling of being completely full of him, and he brings his head down to play with your breasts to distract you from the sting, sucking, squeezing and licking until he feels your frame begin to loosen up. He finally starts moving, long, languid strokes that make your eyes roll back.

Seokjin’s hand comes up to lay flat against the softness of your belly. “Told you I’d be right here, honey,” he mumbles against your ear. When he presses down just enough on the spot for it to feel like he’s massaging the head of his cock from the outside, your breath catches in your throat, mouth falling open in a little o. “This tight pussy is taking me so deep.” His eyes are totally black now, no traces of the gentleman that you knew him as. “Wanted to be stretched out like this, didn’t you?” It’s as if his words are working him up, because his hips now pump into you at a bruising pace.

“Mmh, couldn’t stop thinking about you —ah, fuck— stretching me out,“ you almost whine.

He grunts against your neck. “Gonna fill you up, right here,” he presses down on that spot again, timing it perfectly with a particularly harsh thrust inside of you, “so it takes.” The pressure rips a whine out of your mouth, drawing your fingers into fists. “Would my beautiful wife like that?” You nod mindlessly, breathless yeses slipping past your lips. “No way you won’t be pregnant by the end of this,” he hisses, taking in the creamy ring your juices have formed at the base of his length. “Gonna have you all swollen up for me in no time.”

There was little chance of that happening tonight, given that you were still very much on birth control, but it’s not like you could burst his bubble now. Not when he was so worked up, and not when his reactions were winding you up in turn. “Mm, yeah?” you coo. “M-might even have to call you daddy soon, shit.”

Seokjin’s eyes flash with surprise. “Yeah?” He takes your words as a challenge, tucking your knees as far into your chest as they will go so he can slide into you deeper. The new angle has his throbbing tip pressing against your cervix, making you clutch desperately at his muscular shoulders. As if that’s not enough, he presses his upper body down between your knees so his weight falls deliciously on your chest, cock still driving tirelessly into your heat. The feeling of him invading all of your senses is overwhelming, almost makes you dizzy. You can do nothing more but whimper as he continues to roll his hips into yours, setting a desperate pace.

“Fuck, does my pretty wife want me to get her pregnant? Want to have my kids, that it? You’d look so beautiful like that, all swollen and full because of me. You want people to know you’re carrying my baby? Hm? That I filled you up so good it got you pregnant on the first try? And then when you’re showing, I’ll keep f— ah — filling you up. Keep squeezing me like that and you’ll get what you want, angel.” Seokjin’s voice is low, more insistent with every more debauched phrase he utters.

“Holy — God,” you squeak out, struck by the words he’s whispering against your flushed skin and by the press of his cock against the smooth muscle of your cervix. If the way your walls are hugging him tight is any indication, the filth of his words is clearly affecting you as much as it is him.

“Liked that, didn’t you? My wife was too shy to, shit, ask me to fill her up, but she wants it so bad. My beautiful, perfect, needy fucking wife.” After each word, he slides out almost fully before burying himself to the hilt inside you, nearly making you sob. Seokjin is almost breathless now, as if he’s affecting himself with his own words.

You’ve never heard him get quite this worked up during sex, nor did you have any idea that he was so struck by the idea of breeding you, but it makes you want to see how he reacts when you actually let him do it. “W-want you to fill me up, fuck,” you get out. “Want it spilling out of me.” His responding thrust pushes you up the bed, nearly has your eyes rolling back from how sharp, punishing it is against the raw nerve endings of your G-spot.

When your erratic contractions around him make him realize how close you were to your orgasm, Seokjin lets his hand fall down to your neglected clit to work it at a breathtaking pace as he continues to pump into you. With a few more of his expert motions, you come with cries of unintelligible curses and his name, eyes falling shut as if mere sight is overstimulating. You’re so consumed by your pleasure that you barely register the stutter of your husband’s hips, but the drawn-out moan that escapes his lips and the subsequent heat that floods your pussy are unmissable signs of his own undoing. And that heat is seemingly never-ending, as are his sloppy kisses to your lips and his whispers of loveyousomuch.

After a few last lazy pumps of his spent length, he finally withdraws from you to fall beside you on the bed. “So perfect, ______. My beautiful wife did so well for me,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on where his release is dripping out, gently spreading your sensitive lips apart so he has the best view of your swollen cunt. As the cum leaks out of you, he takes some of it on his finger and uses it to paint your lips. Dutifully, you clean your lips off, and he watches the movement of your mouth with interest.

For a few moments, you and Seokjin can do nothing but gaze at one another as if you’re trying to memorize each other’s features. He looks tired, but the tenderness in his eyes as they trace your features is still there.

“You know, when we actually start trying, you should probably push that back into me,” you say innocently, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm. “’s kind of a waste to just feed it to me, no?”

Seokjin’s eyes narrow, getting dark just like they had so many hours ago on the drive home. “That’s the point of a practice run,” he replies, voice still low. “But you’re right. Next time, I’m gonna have to plug you up just to make sure you keep it all inside.”

Excitement thrums in your veins at his promise of a next time; you hope you don't need to wait another six months. “Good idea. And I think we should start sleeping in the main suite again, just so we have more opportunities to, you know, try.”

The corners of his lips twitch. “You want another reason to be kept up all night? If that's what my sweet wife wants.”

It definitely was.

thank you for reading!! me writing something short by my standards... who else is shocked because I know I am. Fic was written for this request (thank you for sending it anon and for giving me an excuse to write this!!) and yet I still found a way to make it extremely self-indulgent... like arranged marriage, chaebol heir Seokjin, and breeding kink in 1 fic?? I really wrote this with something other than my brain lmfao.

This will be getting a full-length fic for sure with how our couple came to be, but for now it's back to my longer wips that I've shelved for too long. I'm going to be posting my drabble challenge this weekend so look out for that!! 🤓🤓 As always, feedback is appreciated!!! please let me know what you thought of the fic 😙

[jinkoo94]

Jinkoo94’s Kim Seokjin Fic Rec List ݁⋆˚࿔

MINORS do not interact!

❀ Hello! Welcome to another fic rec list!! I have been wanting to do a rec list for seokjin for a while now, but I was taking the time to gather as many fics as I could to make this list long. Below are my personal favorite fics that I have read over the years, as well as my current reads! I’m so excited to share these as Seokjin is my bias, and the amount of dedication, time, and creativity these authors put into their work cannot go unnoticed! Reading such creative writing has truly made my time being an army the best. 

I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did, and if you care to indulge in convos about any of these, please feel free to comment or reblog! Happy Reading! 🎀

f- fluff a- angst s- smut | ♥︎ - Personal favorites | AN - Author’s note

ONESHOTS

♥︎ Warm this Winter by @jamaisjoons

(A, S, F, 51.6k) One-night stand Seokjin ft. ex-boyfriend Jungkook, Christmas au, vacation au, trying to get over your ex, 

Summary: spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. Spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one-night stand you’d used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. And yet, here you are. Caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who you’d fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self-pity. All while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - Austrian Alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting Christmas. 

AN: hands down one of the best seokjin fics I’ve read! I’ve read this years ago and the impact it left on me is still in the room as I SPEAK klkds. Please give it some love because it truly deserves it!

♥︎ Kisses for Compliments by @hamsterseokjini

(S, 4.1k) Jealous boyfriend Seokjin! (EEE!)

Summary: What happens when you compliment the boys and Jin can't stand and watch.

❀ jealousy on closed doors by @andoyuki

(S, 11.8k) Jealous husband Seokjin! (ANOTHER ONE BC I LOVE JELLY JIN!)

Summary: In which Seokjin shows you who you belong to when he sees you getting a bit too comfortable with the boys

❀ Grey Zone by @floralseokjin

(A, S, F, 10.4k) Ex’s to lovers

Summary: you and Jin used to date, but things ended pretty quickly, realising that maybe you guys weren’t meant to be. Over the past couple of months, he’s had to watch you with another guy, knowing it wasn’t right. However, what can he do when he’s stuck in a grey zone… he knows he too, isn’t right for you, but all he wants is to hold you…? 

AN: floralseokjin will ALWAYS be that author when it comes to good Seokjin fics, i would list out all their fics here but that would take up my whole list lol so please check them out!

❀ Peach Parfait  by @jamaisjoons

(S, F, 18k) enemies to lovers, Chef Seokjin and chef reader, slow burn

Summary: You and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts

❀ Thunder by @ppersonna

(S, F, 6k) best friends to lovers, camping/backpacking au, out in the wilderness (explore!!)

Summary: you allow your best friend Jin to take you backpacking once per year.  apparently, this year’s outing would be the wettest yet.

♥︎ Bobsy-die by @jincherie

(S, F, 11.6k) Wolf Seokjin, alpha seokjin, heat is approaching

Summary: fic in which someone’s heat is approaching, and Seokjin doesn't do everything in his power to stay away from you… However, he fails extremely. 

❀ Did you forget about back home? By @twelveohfour

(S, F, 6.1k) Husband Seokjin! 

Summary: There's a certain amount of expectations placed on a husband and wife when both are the successors to their families' respective companies. Most pressing after making sure the respective businesses are running smoothly? Keeping the family line going, of course. Unfortunately for you and Seokjin, the two of you have been so preoccupied with work that you've neglected to attend to that part of your responsibilities.

❀ my type by @floralseokjin

(S, 6.1k) Virgin and nerd (fav duo) seokjin, losing the nerd's virginity 

Summary: you take the college nerd’s virginity 

♥︎ urs by @floralseokjin

(S, F ,4.8k) Boyfriend Seokjin! First time together!

Summary: seokjin and his gf’s first time together

♥︎ Too good to be true by @ppersonna

(S, F, 4.8k) tooth rotting fluffy seokjin 

Summary: Kim Seokjin loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold. He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth. 

♥︎ Together, with me by @heewnss

(S, F, 4.7k) another tooth rotting fluffy boyfriend seokjin, losing virginity

Summary: it’s been eight months since you’ve started your relationship with jin. he’s the guy for you, you’re sure of it. which is why you’re more than ready to take things to the next step.

AN: this one is short but oh god does it get you kicking and giddy, i love boyfriend seokjin so much i know he would treat you so gently. 

❀ all an act by @tteokggukk

(S, F, 10.6k) Enemies to lovers, acting major Seokjin, college au

Summary: in which you and seokjin are two of the top performing students but can never seem to work well together. one day, your professor fails a paper he assigned you and seokjin to work on, and in order to gain a perfect grade, you two must work on a film together. only problem is, the last scene is an impossible task.

❀ Rings by @persphonesorchid

(S, A, 17.7k) Boxer Seokjin 

Summary: All Jin knew was the ropes of a boxing ring, the pain of broken limbs. He grew up in this life, making a name for himself, the path that his father had carved out for him. He knew nothing of a gentle touch and soft whispers and a sweet girl who had no business around the likes of him.

❀ Big Dick by @borathae

(S, 3.9k) soft dom Seokjin

summary: nothing but pure smut

❀ made-up love song by @floralseokjin

(S, 11k) Strangers to lovers, Single dad Seokjin, DILF Seokjin! School teacher reader

Summary: Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

AN: yeah ignore my earlier comment about not adding in all of floralseokjin’s work on my list…

♥︎ the courtship chronicles by @gukyi

(F, A, 20k) Best friends to lovers, yearning and hopelessly in love seokjin, fake dating au

Summary: dating has never been anywhere near your list of priorities, but kim seokjin is nothing if not determined. and when he comes to the rescue and accompanies you to your friend’s wedding, he decides to request only one thing in return: for you to let him take you out on fake dates and shower you in fake affection, and show you how much fun dating can be. he just needs to remember to keep the part where he’s been in love with you under wraps.

AN: this has no smut at all but oh my gosh its so cute, if you love fake dating this is the one!

❀ Thank you, daddy by @ktheist

(S, 19k) Sugar daddy Seokjin, Sugar baby reader, Ceo au, my current read!

Summary: the last time you saw seokjin was when he went off to college and never looked back. uncle kim, a friend of your father who treated you like his own daughter, would complain about his estranged son whenever he came to visit in the new year and got drunk and turned into a pathetic sobbing mess. that scared the fuck out of you because who knew old people could look so ugly when they’re crying over their child whom they neglected for the most part of his life? well, that child grew up into a fine young man. Fine enough to afford a sugar baby.

SERIES

❀ Amalthea by @daechwitatamic

(A,S,F, Complete, 40k) Best friend’s brother

Summary: You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.

❀ Off The Grid by @wildchildtale

(S, ongoing, current read!) F1 Driver Seokjin, Sister’s best friend, age gap

Summary: Formula 1’s golden child, Kim Seokjin has everything one could possibly wish for. You are his sister's best friend, nearly a decade younger than him, and the last person anyone would ever associate with someone like him. Out of everyone he could possibly be drawn to, YOU should not be one of them.

♥︎ Off Limits by @floralseokjin

(S, A, Complete 8/8 chapters) Brother’s best friend, sneaky relationship

Summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

AN: GUYS i was so scared i lost the link to this beautiful piece of work (and of COURSE it’s by the one and only floralseokjin) but I found it and I’m so happy to share this one because it’s one my favorite series ever!!

DRABBLES: Short on time? Read my favs on the go! (1k or less) 

❀ Breeding Kink by @jjungkookislife

❀ Blowjob by @sugarlywhispers

❀ Thinking about Jealous Jin… by @7ndipity

❀ Dating Jin headcanons by @7ndipity

❀ You've reached the end my lovely readers! If you enjoyed this list as much as I had fun making it, please like/reblog so others can enjoy too! Please let me know if you liked these recs!

[hamsterseokjini]

Thankyou so much for the mention but this is also genuinely a very good fic rec, have personally read a few of these. Can't wait to read the rest 🫶

[freakynad]

toji zenin has no concept of personal space when it comes to you.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 CONTAINS .ᐟ just pure fluff, established relationship, clingy behaviour, uni au ( though its lightly mentioned )

despite popular belief, toji zenin was a very clingy man.

because there was no reason he should be laying in your bed in your dorm room, allegedly waiting for you.

“about time.” he grumbled, grabbing your wrist to pull you to bed.

“hold on toji, let me just do my skincare—“

“you already took too much of my time, no way.” he protested, you didn’t even have a chance to fight him before he dragged you down, pulling you onto the bed and pressing his chest on your back.

“seriously toji?” you deadpanned, though the immediate warmth from him made your heart flutter. he chuckled.

“seriously.” he affirmed, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

you frowned, turning your body and pressing your forehead to his chest, naturally his arms adjusted and wrapped around you while caressing your back. “how long were you here anyways?” your questioned, voice muffled by his shirt.

“two hours.”

“two hours?!” you exclaimed, turning your head to look at him properly, brows furrowed.

he rolled his eyes, “what? you gave me the spare keys to your dorm and said i can come by whenever.” a lazily smirk was on his face.

“yeah but why didn’t you text me?” when you frowned, he scrunched his brows.

“cause you told me you were busy doing that assignment you were assigned to do.” he muttered, pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips.

“couldn’t distract you.” he whispered lazily, making your stomach flutter, your cheeks growning warmer as you smiled.

“mm.. fine.” you nuzzled your face back onto his chest as he wrapped his arms even tighter around you while letting out a satisfying huff.

for a moment, it was only peaceful silence, and you could feel his gentle heartbeat beneath your cheek.

“hey.. toji?” you whispered as he hummed in response. it was evident from his tone he was getting sleepy.

“can i get up and do my skincare now?”

he let out a dramatic groan.

“i can’t believe you.” he whispered, making you chuckle at how ridiculous he was acting right now.

“cmon, it’ll be fast.” you found him tightening his arms around you, refusing.

you knew from experience he got even clingier when he was tired.

“cmon big boy, i’ll be fast.”

reluctantly, his grip loosened before you sat up, getting off of bed as he watched behind his tired eyes like an adorable cat who’s been woken up from a nap.

mid cleansing your skin, suddenly a muscular pair of arms rested around your waist, and his chin on top of your head.

he was like a huge weighted blanket.

you groaned feigning annoyance.

“toji.” you mumbled, looking back at the mirror and his eyes were fluttered shut, his face soft and relaxed.

you sighed, finishing up your skincare and he was getting heavier, his face eventually nuzzled onto your shoulder as his nose brushed your collarbone.

“you’re not seriously sleeping on me right now are you?” you muttered, tone filled with affection rather than genuine annoyance, you subconsciously leaned back onto his chest to balance him properly.

you shook your head in disbelief, gently nudging his arm as he groaned. “gosh you’re so clingy.” you muttered under your breath, watching him stand a bit more straight as he softly groaned in disapproval, too lazy to use actual words.

you guided him back to bed, before you could process anything he sat in bed and hooked you by the waist without missing a beat, squeezing your waist.

“my girlfriend hates me.” he whined, nuzzling his face onto your neck.

you cascaded your hands on his black hair, chuckling. “god forbid i don’t want to break out.”

“god forbid i want to hold my girlfriend.” he murmured, tightening his grip around your waist.

smiling to yourself, you sunk into his skin, letting him latch onto you.

“i love you.” he whispered, making your body go rigid for a moment as your heart skipped a beat.

your expression softened eventually, humming you pecked his temple lovingly.

“love you too, toji.”

© 𝓕REAKYNAD IS SPEAKING . . . the concept of gentle giant toji makes me so happy idc

[pickyour-poison]

Crybaby edgerunners | jjk|

Pairing : idol jungkook jeon x girlfriend reader.

Warning: fluffffffff just pure fluff...jungkook is very much attached to cyberpunk. And he's very cuteeeeeee😭😭

Wordcount : 1.2k?

Summary : After Cyberpunk: Edgerunners leaves Jungkook in tears, you comfort him through the night and later surprise him with a David and Lucy showpiece, knowing how much their story stayed with him.

Author's note : I'm sorry life's a little busy these days. Joined gym and it's been killing me....i started on other hobbies to stay away from screen apparently. Haha. This has been sitting in draft for long so I'll just post it. Also I've been working on other requests so please be patient with me. 😘😘

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The apartment was dark and still at 3:15 AM when you stirred awake reaching out instinctively for the warm body that should've been curled against yours. The spot beside you was empty and cool.

You remembered vaguely..jungkook had said something about staying up to watch that Cyberpunk anime he'd been excited about.

Thirst pulled you out of bed and you padded to the kitchen in just his oversized sweatshirt and your sleep shorts...hair a messy nest..no glasses on so you were practically half blind but in reality everything was just softly blurred.

The living room glowed with the faint light of the TV. Credits were rolling slowly across the screen...music still playing low. And there he was....jungkook curled up on the couch like a sad little fluff ball..knees hugged tight to his chest..shoulders shaking with quiet sniffles.

"gguk?" you whispered...heart twisting.

He startled a little...quickly wiping at his face. "Ah... I'm sorry..baby. Did I wake you up? I tried to be quiet."

You shook your head crossing over to him. "You didn't. Just got thirsty. What's the matter, love?"

"Nothing," he mumbled at first..voice small. But when you knelt in front of him and gently took his face in both hands..thumbs brushing over his damp cheeks...he cracked.

Those big doe eyes were watery..lips wobbling adorably. He looked so soft and heartbroken in the TV glow.

"Tell me, Gguk. What happened? Was it the anime you were watching?"

He nodded..pausing the credits so the screen cast a gentle blue light over both of you.

Then it all spilled out...how David fought so hard with his chrome and dreams and how he just wanted a better life for himself and Lucy and the sacrifices, the tragic ending in that brutal Night City. He told you everything in a shaky rush the full story he'd only hinted at before.

"If you laugh at me right now, it means you don't love me," he added seriously though his voice, his lips wobbled. "It's stupid, I know. I'm too attached..."

You couldn't help it..a soft little laugh escaped at the way he said it so earnestly like a kicked puppy. His eyes widened in betrayal.

"See! You're laughing- can't believe"

"Ggukie, no," you said quickly pulling him into your arms right there on the couch. He melted against you instantly face buried in your neck as you hugged him tight. "I swear I'm not laughing at your emotions baby. You just said it out of the blue. i swear wasn't making fun of you. I would never you know that baby. "You rubbed his back in slow circles, pressing kisses to his messy hair..his temple...the shell of his ear. "That world is so cruel, baby. But you're safe here with me, okay? No Sandevistan needed...Just my arms."

He sniffled but nodded laughing at your lame ways to comfort him...arms wrapping around your waist like he'd never let go.

You stayed like that for a while..whispering silly comfort and dad jokes.

"Next time we'll watch something where nobody dies and gets unlimited chicken & beer," He scoffed playfully but you continued, "I'll fight Night City for you if I have to." That earned a watery giggle from him the tension finally breaking.

Eventually you coaxed him up. "Come on, baby bedtime. We'll keep them safe in our dreams."

He grabbed his phone on the way..quickly changing his profile picture and highlight to a soft Lucy-David edit.

You smiled but said nothing until you were both back in bed. He settled against you head on your chest and nestled into the crook of your arm..face pressed warmly to your skin comforting weight and shared heat.

You carded fingers through his hair. " David looks handsome in your profile. "

Jungkook huffed a laugh against you the sound vibrating sweetly. " I'm more handsome but. " You nodded in his hair anyways.

You kissed the top of his head grinning.

He giggled properly then, nuzzling closer and pressing a sleepy kiss to your collarbone. "Love you... thank you for not thinking I'm dumb."

"Never, baby. Sleep now."

One and a half weeks later, jungkook came home from a long day of shooting and practice, bag slung over his shoulder, calling out your name softly as he kicked off his shoes.

The custom showpiece was waiting beside the TV where you'd placed it-a beautiful illuminated diorama glowing softly. Miniature Night City rain streaks on the glass, holographic billboards flickering, David and Lucy standing close with arms around each other under a hopeful sky. Tiny details everywhere..Rebecca's shotgun as a fierce guardian, Sandevistan glow on David's arm, Lucy's hair catching the light, and the engraved plate..."Some stories don't get the ending they deserve... but the love never fades.

You heard his bag drop with a thud from the kitchen where you were finishing up a snack.

"Baby?!" he shouted, voice cracking with emotion.

You stepped out just in time for him to crash into you-strong arms wrapping around you in a bone-crushing hug, lifting you slightly off the ground. He kissed you fiercely first...then softer...again and again...tasting like pure gratitude and love.

"You got it made? For me? They're... together. Safe." His eyes were already teary...that fluffy vulnerable look returning as he pulled back just enough to stare at you in awe. "How did I get so lucky? You protect every silly part of me. My childish heart...my silly obsessions... I don't deserve you."

You cupped his face...smiling through the warmth blooming in your chest..and kissed him back-slow and deep..hands sliding into his hair. "Ggukie, of course I do. You protect all my silly hobbies and interests too-the random late-night cravings, my weird playlists, the way I get emotional over the smallest things. How could I not do the same for you? I love every soft inch of your heart. David and Lucy get their little forever here... and we get ours."

He hugged you tighter...face buried in your neck again, a few happy tears slipping free as you both swayed gently in the hallway. You stayed like that-kissing...whispering fluffy nonsense...laughing softly.

Later that night he pulled you onto the couch, head back on your chest...the showpiece glowing warmly nearby.

"Best girlfriend in any city," he murmured...already half-asleep and content.

You kissed his forehead. "Only for my favorite human."

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[fireladylisa]

— 𝒻ratkuna vs baby carriers (oneshot #2)

series: a pledge to keep

Sukuna watched you with a scowl on his face as you unboxed the new baby item he vividly remembers telling you not to get.

"What am I looking at?" He squinted at your laptop a week ago, head still pounding from the ball he took to the forehead during practice.

"A baby carrier, obviously."

He ignores the way you roll your eyes, swallowing the rebuttal on the tip of his tongue because he promised himself to do better for you. That meant controlling his irrational anger.

"What do we need that for?" Sukuna grunts, adjusting his sleeping daughter on his chest, arms wrapped protectively around her.

"To help with our arms Ryomen!"

It was true that your daughter was a velcro baby and a chunky one at that, but that didn't mean Sukuna needed a cheap piece of fabric to do his job, even if his arms sometimes cramped from how long he held her.

He didn't trust the thing, she was much safer in his arms.

Despite him telling you he won't be wearing it, he was now standing stiff and annoyed as you stood on the tip of your toes and strapped the thing around him, snapping all the buckles in before running away with a giggle to grab your daughter from her room.

He pulled at it, hoping to stretch it a little because it was too fucking tight against his chest. Sukuna was a big guy, he didn't know what you were thinking putting this on him.

He felt stupid, humiliated.

If his frat brothers caught him in this, he'd be the butt of every joke. Gojo would surely rub it in his face after all the shit Sukuna gave him for buying one for the days he babysits.

When you returned with a sleeping pink haired infant in your arms, his posture slightly softened, heart squeezing at the sight of his two favorite girls. He didn't know what he did to deserve you both, but he was going to keep you all the same.

You kiss your daughter's round cheek and smile at the brooding man in front of you, his arms coming out so he can grab the baby from you. You pass her to him and stand back to watch, eyes wide with delight as he lifted her before sliding her into the carrier.

"Come on brat, help me out." He huffs trying to get her legs through the two holes but the baby refused, scrunching her legs up and frowning in her sleep.

Sukuna holds her out and glares at her sleeping form, his twin just as stubborn as he is. He tries again while you hold in your laughter.. and again, and again until she finally gives up and lets him settle her in.

"Was it that hard?" He huffs, placing one hand under her bum and the other behind her head because he refused to put his full trust in the thing.

"So?" You smile up at him and he hates that he can't be annoyed at you when you look at him like that. "What do you think?"

He shrugs and makes a face. "Tch, useless thing."

He wasn't going to tell you this, lest you throw it back in his face, but he couldn't say he minded the baby carrier. It was nice being able to walk around and get things done while keeping his daughter close, but he only ever wore it when you were in class or out with your friends.

He even brought her to practice with him, strapped safe since you were coming down with a cold and could barely keep your eyes open.

He was the captain so he was allowed by his coach to stand on the sidelines and help guide the team, shouting critiques to the men while his daughter was pressed to his chest and looking around with curious red eyes, little earmuffs protecting her tiny ears from the whistles and shouting.

It was surreal for Sukuna's teammates to see.

Their six foot seven tatted captain who routinely made freshmen cry during conditioning, holding a baby that was entirely too tiny against his chest. When one of her fist escaped the blanket, Sukuna reached down and gently tucked it back inside without even looking, eyes focused on the field.

Everyone was dumbfounded but kept running their drills because if Sukuna caught them lacking he'd make them run laps until they puked or passed out.

Sukuna's thumb absentmindedly rubbed slow circles against her tiny back through the carrier, one arm wrapped around her because while he could admit it was practical, he'd never completely trust it when it came to his daughters safety.

He ignored the smile Nanami gave him when he passed by and stopped to say hello to his niece.

You would definitely be hearing about this and he could already hear you saying I told you so!

❦ lisa's note: I missed writing dadkuna so here's a quick oneshot while I finish my gojo and nerdkuna fic

© art creds: su2kuna

series tags: @httpswilloww @kingjuliancypher @itoldyouimanalien @4ngelc0ded @natsolox @planetnico @junipersdiary @unlimited-impressions @radiantlyviolentskull @jae-n0 @cupidsblonde @nova-rush @choochoocho @ttyl0lxyx @cheacheasstuff @nanamistieonfridays @sukunash0e @bathingape00 @prettygalleria @hyeon3y @yorukana @raeyelora @tsnataly @dollyplayhouse @kidd3ath @catkuna @areyna @nyaaaaa3 @euphwriwjk-blog @ejk31 @underratedmage @xadenpoop @lovebuglissas @voidst4r @Emeraldpurple @shittypunkbarbeque @urmomswitch @maidofking123 @shazzer29 @princssjellyfishs @alebrasil0101 @hoppitysstuff @meanielotus @733164 @ambrosiarosesworld @kiikiigojo @prettygirllkk000 @addictedtotvshows1 @angel-ishere @animez96 @k1yomee @happyfoxtechnomancer @sleepyxmochii

[buckysknifecollection]

i feel like the youth should be reminded that the point of shipping is not for a ship to become canon. the point of shipping is to collect all the canon crumbs like starved mice, run away cackling and make some fun little scenarios with them just for the hell of it.

[aquaminwrites]

Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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[mikrokookiex]

7 years later and im here, such a blissful and cute story of 2 besties in love.

I loved every part of this story, thank you for making me cry and mending my heart back. Tae and his love is so pure. Why do i feel Tae would defo make these paper cranes? Hehehehe.

thank you for writing this ♡

[kiisc0ld]

ryomen sukuna asks sweet reader he is smitten with on a date

ryomen sukuna was a lot of things. he was broody, he was stoic and harsh and absolutely detested the saying "think before you speak".

but what he wasn't was a bumbling idiot. (?)

"the uh coffee...at that place...is um—" sukuna's gaze trailed from your wide doe eyed stare to the slight quirk of your pretty pink lips.

his brain short circuited, "...cute" he finished.

you had to fight yourself to not giggle at the tall handsome, slightly scowling man before you as he said the word 'cute'.

"oh? whats the name ? i would like some cute coffee!" you asked innocently.

meanwhile sukuna—whose brain had absolutely gone to the gutters imagining the taste of those pretty pink lips— had to mentally slap himself out of his reverie.

his brain went on an overdrive trying to remember the name of the coffee shop. but the problem was he was more of a protein shake and solely depended on the coffee maker in his dorms for his black black coffee without any sugar or milk.

suffice to say he was very lost.

"ijishi ?" it sounded more like a question.

this time you did giggle. ijishi was a steak house. clearly not in the business of selling cute coffees.

sukuna wasn't sure why it was funny to you, but he counted it as a win because it made you happy.

you cleared your throat, "i was actually craving some steak! i heard ijishi also happens to have some great steak."

your fingers moved to interwine with his , as you stepped closer to him. you tilted your face upwards , smiling at him "...maybe we can have some?"

sukuna was not easily flustered. his feathers certainly weren't easily ruffled. and he definitely didn't blush.

"...ofcourse" was all he could manage.

his brain was currently occupied with taking notes of the finer details—like how your fingers aligned absolutely perfectly with his, and your palm was so soft in his hand. and your eyes. damn they were sparkling in the sunlight.

some of your friends called out your name, reminding you that class was starting in ten minutes.

you went on your tip toes , placing a quick peck on his cheek, leaving a light lipstick stained kiss.

"great! I'm off to class now, pick me up then!" you said happily as you turned to leave.

sukuna willed his heart rate to slow down as he watched your pretty floral dress slowly disappear in the crowd of the students.

date secured.

see? he wasn't bad at this at all like his teammates claimed.

[lokissweater]

DON’T HAVE TO GUESS

{yuta okkotsu x f!reader}

summary: yuta is the greatest boyfriend to ever grace this earth. one problem though? he refuses to touch you out of fear of making you uncomfortable or disrespecting you (no matter how bad he wants it). your pent up sexual frustration is at an all time high and you’re sick of him rejecting your advances, so you devise a plan to get him to crack.

content: MDNI. FILTHY SMUT, smut with plot, established relationship, afab!reader, pet names, references to alcohol and drinking, college party, cursing, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), dirty talk, FERAL YUTA, oral, creampie, yuta is down bad for you.

word count: 5.8k

author’s note: theming inspired by charli xcx ft. miss billie eilish’s song “guess” !! MWAH.

if you would like to know the origin story of this au, you can read it here! but it can also be read without it :)

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yuta felt like an absolute freak.

ever since you both officially became a couple, he’s been the absolute happiest man alive and never ever goes a day without showering you with affection, kisses, and telling you how much he loves and adores you.

but behind that? yuta has a little secret.

and he is gnawing at the iron bars of his enclosure in absolute torture every time you do something, anything, that can get his little horn dog mind to imagine you in thirty five different positions on his bed crying out for him.

it doesn’t even have to be something you do that remotely resembles anything sexual, so on a day where you were sitting pretty beside him in the passenger seat of his car, the blood rushing to his dick at the sight of the seatbelt strap pushing in between your puffy boobs—

he knew it was bad.

yuta’s shamefully always thought about these things— even when you were both just on best friend status. but it’s harder now, much harder for him to behave because he doesn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. he respects you so much and always treats you like pretty porcelain glass, delicately running his hands over your body and soft face when you share a kiss or an embrace.

so now whenever he feels his heart pounding against his chest, face boiling red, and the all too familiar feeling of the lower region of his pants maybe getting a little too tight because of you, he immediately removes himself from the situation to prevent from spazzing out.

the bad thing was— this happened practically every single day and nearly every other hour, to the point where it was blatantly obvious and you were completely and utterly confused as to why.

every time you stand up on your tippy toes to give him a sugary kiss, arms wrapped around his neck and yuta’s arms around your waist, the makeout doesn’t last for more than thirty seconds before he’s pulling apart from your lips with a smack!, walking away with his head down, hands tight at his sides, and with a lame excuse for his abrupt leave.

every time you accidentally drop something and bend over to retrieve it with yuta standing directly behind you— when you come back up and turn your head to face him, he’s already staring back at you with wide eyes, lips pressed into a thin line and cheeks flushed pink. you’d ask then if he was okay, to which he would respond by a quick nod of the head and a dash out of the room to leave for a moment… again.

he did it so much to the point where he eventually avoided touching you all together, and you absolutely hated it. yuta’s always been affectionate with you, he’s never not touched you, and on a day where you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him on his bed, eager to show him a little loving and a smooch— you had just about had it when he placed his hands on your hips as you were trailing your mouth down his neck, physically pulling you off his lap and leaving the room— muttering about god knows what.

until you noticed.

you and yuta were seated on your living room couch watching a movie, the both of you dozing off gingerly as his head was resting against your shoulder, undoubtedly exhausted after a days worth of college classes and homework.

you went to place a sleepy hand on his upper thigh, about to tell him that you both should move upstairs to your room and sleep, but when your fingers accidentally grazed his crotch area, yuta shot up like a light and startled you awake— eyes blown wide and frantic.

“whatareyoudoing—”

“yu! my god—” you placed a hand over your heart, chest heaving. “i was just gonna tell you that we should go up to my room and sleep.”

yuta’s shoulders visibly dropped, and he closed his eyes momentarily before licking his lips, exhaling deeply.

“h-oh my god—“ he opened his eyes again after regulating his breathing and looked at you with worried eyes. “fuck i’m sorry baby… did i scare you?”

you gave him a little nod and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders then, kissing your cheek and the side of your head apologetically. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i did that.”

but you did, and it was like a switch had gone off in your head, everything finally making sense.

every moment he would suddenly leave, or remove you from him when you tried anything, or every expression and reaction he made when you would wear something tight or short, all fell into place like a delicious puzzle piece.

so when he lead you to bed and cuddled you up innocently to sleep that night, you came up with a plan to test this theory.

you wanted yuta to crack.

unfortunately, your first attempt was a fail.

yuta had plans to take you out on a little summer picnic date by the beach, and when he arrived at your house and you texted him to come in and make himself at home in your room, you were absolutely giddy, fixing your dress and applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom.

you had slipped on a long, skin tight black spandex dress for the day— one that hugged every inch and crevice of your body like a vice, a mischievous look in your eyes as you ran your fingers through your styled hair before leaving, practically skipping down the hall back to your room.

the minute you came in, yuta’s eyes flew open.

“hi baby!” you greeted sweetly, walking over to where he sat at the edge of your bed and leaned down, planting a soft kiss to his blushing cheek.

score.

“h-hi.”

“do you like it?” you asked eagerly, doing a little twirl for him and mentally making sure to pop your ass out a little more in his direction. “i bought it just yesterday!”

“i.. i do, baby.” he squeaked, voice hoarse and mind in a full blown fucking panic when you took his hands in yours and ushered him to stand.

but he remained stiff as a board, arms glued to his sides and hands in tight fists as he looked at you, face strained.

you playfully rolled your eyes and took his hands, guiding them towards you. “you can touch me, silly. here— feel the spandex-”

and you purposely dropped his hands to land right on your ass with a smack.

yuta immediately inhaled sharply through his nose and choked, his face dropping straight into the crook of your neck to hide his delirious expression. yuta was biting the inside of his cheek so unbelievably hard that he tasted metal, his eyes squeezing shut as nasty thoughts flashed through his mind like a forest fire.

holy shit holy shit holy shit—

“f..feels nice,” he muttered into your neck, and you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your lips up to his ear.

“does it?”

you felt yuta giving in and slowly squeeze the plump of your ass, and he felt like an absolute fucking monster at the way he was feeling you up when in his eyes, you were just innocently showing him your pretty little long dress.

but just when you thought you had won, your smile wide with delight, he tore away from you and excused himself from the room with a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded and defeated.

on your second attempt, you refused to accept defeat and planned more diligently than before, his tiny mess up from last time motivating and proving to you that your plan could bear fruit.

this day was particularly scorching, one of the hottest days of the year as you and yuta decided to get ice cream after one of his lectures from a shop down the street, an attempt at cooling off and escaping the heat.

you were sitting on a cute bench under shade just outside the shop as you waited for your boyfriend to come back, nervous and wearing a low cut baby doll top that showed a little more boob than you originally intended, but due to the circumstance at hand… the more the merrier!

after a few minutes, the door to the shop chimed open and yuta stepped out— two vanilla ice cream cones with rainbow sprinkles delectably adorning the pair of soft serves in his hands. he carefully handed one to you and grinned.

“here baby.”

you took a cone from his offering hand gratefully and licked a little off it as he sat down.

“thank you!” you responded sweetly, and it made his heart skip a beat as you both sat there, enjoying the summer heat and each others gentle company.

without yuta noticing though, you had stopped licking your ice cream as he chatted to you about the things he had to do for the coming week, attentively listening to him as you patiently waited— the vanilla soft serve glistening under the heat and slowly melting, droplets oozing off the sides until one landed right on your tit.

score.

“oh!” you gasped, looking down and pouting, “i spilled someee.”

yuta quickly reached to the side and pulled out a napkin he had brought from the shop, extending it out towards you but faltering when you shook your head frantically.

“no! it’ll go to waste! and i can’t reach down and lick it off myself…” you huffed and looked at him with the cutest face he had ever seen you make… you smirking deviously on the inside. “can you lick it off for me, yu? please.”

you had said it so nonchalant, so casual like it was the easiest most normal thing in the world to do, but it had yuta’s body and mind freezing over as you scooted closer to him, waiting.

“h— huh?” he stammered, unable to take his eyes away from your tits, the sight of ice cream drooling down over them an image he wanted to tattoo behind his eyelids to look at forever— his cheeks bright pink.

“hurry! it’s gonna stain my top,” you whined, putting a hand on his shoulder as yuta let you tug him down, him ogling and literally gawking over your chest.

without another thought, yuta stuck his slick tongue out and slowly ran it over the top of your puffy tit just like you had asked him to, the angel on his shoulder screaming at him to stop as his tongue continued to trail up your chest and around your neck, your breath hitching in surprise.

the sound of your reaction broke him out of his trance and he flinched away from you, chest heaving and pupils blown out with the biggest pit of shame in his stomach, feeling like a fucking pervert.

but you, your shoulders evidently deflated in disappointment as you pressed your thighs together, trying to mend the buzzing ache between your legs as your mind thought over and over about what he did, something you didn’t expect at all, and something you wanted him to do again.

“let’s… let’s go for a walk, yeah?” yuta spoke quickly and gently to you, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and pulling you up off the bench, him confused as to why you had a frown on your face.

but for the third and final attempt, you were utterly and hopelessly desperate. every time you guys hung out, yuta was still the absolute sweetest and did everything he could to make you happy, yet he still just wouldn’t touch you, and it was driving you fucking crazy.

you were getting reckless at this point, your pent up sexual frustration sky rocketing with every passing day, but you were completely oblivious to the fact that yuta was dealing with the same form of torture.

except way, way worse.

it’s gotten to the point where just the sound of your sweet sugary voice over the speakers of his phone has him biting down on the edges of his pillow, arms wrapped tightly around himself and his body curled up into a pathetic ball of despair, his dick rock solid and his mind filled with thoughts that consisted of strictly just you.

so when you called him up and asked if he wanted to come with you to one of your girl friend’s parties, yuta knew he was one hundred percent fucked.

he wanted to keep respecting you. he wanted you to know how special you were to him and how serious he was about your relationship with him, and he sure as hell did not want you to feel uncomfortable because he was a horny piece of shit that didn’t know self control and wanted to have sex every five minutes.

except he was a horny piece of shit, has always been one over you, and yuta knew the second he saw you dolled up in your pretty little dress looking absolutely lethal, he was going to lose it.

and he did.

with his arms crossed over his chest and a tight hand over his mouth, he nodded and hummed out a series of “mhm’s” at everything you were saying as you finished up getting ready, his eyebrows pinched together in complete agony at the sight of you.

the pastel green glittery dress you had on was so criminally short that any inch of movement you made, the bottom of your ass cheeks would peak out from below the hem of your dress.

he slightly lowered his hand from his mouth. “baby?”

“yeah?” you responded softly and turned your body to face him, spritzing your vanilla coconut perfume over your frame.

“i-isn’t your dress— a little short?”

you put the perfume bottle down on your vanity desk and looked down, internally giddy that he noticed the length, your plan coming into fruition.

score.

“oh is it?” you tugged at the hem of your dress, scooting it back down. “does it look bad? i—”

“no no!” yuta’s hands shot out frantically as he shook his head. “you’re so so pretty baby, the most gorgeous little thing i’ve ever seen,” he took a few steps toward you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, being mindful of your perfectly styled hair that made him weak in the knees. “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night and not enjoy yourself.”

your heart melted at his words and consideration as you smiled warmly, eyes sparkling up as you gave him a cute peck on the lips and hugged him back, “you’re so nice to me, yu.”

yuta snorted but looked down at you fondly. “that’s the bare minimum baby.”

“so.” you peeled away from him and walked over to the bed to pick up your purse, swinging the strap over your shoulder. “all i do is make you ham sandwiches after your soccer practices.”

yuta laughed loudly, “that’s all you do?”

“yup!”

he nudged your shoulder playfully with his, a grin on his face as he walked down the stairs with you and out the door to his car.

“brat.”

at the party, your plan was to be as devilish and flashy as possible, showing off every curve and angle of your body to your boyfriend in means of getting him to crack, and your ticket there was the length of your dress—

but more specifically?

what you had on underneath.

when you met up with the rest of your friend group that were all residing on the long lounge sofa in the living room like always, you grabbed yuta’s hand and led him over to join the rest of them. he politely greeted each and every one, keeping you close by the hip before you both settled down on the couch.

yuta wasn’t a big party person like you were, but he also didn’t particularly dislike them either. as long as you were there with him, he always ended up getting shit faced and having the time of his life with you and your friends, something that didn’t even happen when he went to parties with his own friends.

your closest girl friend that sat across from you at an angle turned her body, yelling over the music. “have you tried this?!”

she pointed to the red solo cup in her hand, and you shook your head.

“no! what is it?!”

“someone from the frat next door made a mix of malibu and pineapple rum! it’s really good here!-”

she reached over and offered her cup, and as soon as you stood to retrieve it, an idea popped into your head— eyes widening. without another thought, you moved over to stand right in front of yuta before fully and erotically bending and lunging over to reach for the cup.

he stopped breathing. he looked at the way your dress rode up literally half way up your ass and he stopped breathing.

it was so unbelievably high up that he saw the color of your underwear— a lacy black pair with little bows adorned over the sides like a present, slightly see through but enough to see the outline of your lower lips.

yuta clasped a tight hand over his mouth, but as soon as that happened he realized that whatever he was seeing, everybody else was seeing as well. including that stupid moron that had been staring at you since the moment you both got here.

in record time his trembling arms shot out and yuta grabbed the hem of your dress, tugging it back down over your ass as he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you back to sit on his lap.

you loved that he did that, but as you sipped the drink and chatted on with your friends, you were entirely unaware of the way yuta’s arms were gripped around your waist like a lock, his forehead resting on your back with his face hidden.

yuta felt like an absolute fucking freak again as the image of your puffy lower lips outlining your lacy panties flicked over and over and over again in his mind without a break. he felt so nasty, so shameful and so hard as he tried with all of his will power to calm his breathing and stop the bouncing of his right knee, eyes screwed tight.

holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck—

he needed you so badly, needed to slip that skimpy dress off of you and bury his face in between your legs, needed to slip his swollen dick out and grope your tits and pump his—

shut up shut up shut up—

at the feeling of his leg bouncing rapidly, you looked back and slightly turned yourself, confused at the sight of his hung head that was refusing to detach from your body and look at you properly.

you placed a gentle hand at the top of his head, the feeling of his silky black hair underneath your fingers. “yu?—”

his head snapped up straightaway, and your eyes widened as you took in the way his chest was heaving and his pupils were blown out, face completely red and his body practically shivering beneath you.

you frowned, “baby? are you okay?”

you shifted once more to assess him better, but his eyes only shot back down to your ass as he felt your dress rise up again.

such pretty bows…

yuta smashed his face in against your side, eyes screwed shut.

calm down calm down calm down—

it was almost completely dark in the frat house, colors of red and blue and green bouncing across the walls of the lower level as people drank and made havoc, your friends all caught up in their own inebriated worlds to realize what was happening between the both of you.

and at the feeling of his hardened cock against your ass, you slowly smiled and finally understood— your hand coming up to stroke his cheek lovingly, the act simple and innocent, until you took his hand from your lap and agonizingly dragged it further up and up and up your thigh…

shit shit shit—

until you guided his shaking fingers to the patch of wet in between your parted thighs, the lace material up against the pads of his—

fuck it.

yuta pushed you off of his lap and stood, snatching your wrist tightly before tugging and dragging you away from the couch and through the mass of people on the dance floor.

“yuta!” you yelled over the music. “where are we going?”

you were so confused, and you worried that maybe you had pushed his buttons a little too far and that now he was upset, and judging by the way he didn’t even turn around or respond when you spoke to him, it looked like that might be the case.

you gnawed at your bottom lip in concern as he led you both up the stairs of the house— you focused on trying to keep your dress from riding completely up and him opening and closing several different doors before he found what he was looking for.

yuta dragged you in the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, his lips instantly latching onto your cheek, desperate wet open mouthed kisses dropping down to your neck and down to your chest as you gasped.

“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—” he repeated like a chant, voice muffled by the way he was sucking on your neck like a little leech, his fingers looping themselves in the straps of your dress before pulling down and revealing your bare tits to him.

you were wholeheartedly gobsmacked at what he was doing and you were loving every single second of it, the way his wild eyes darted over your tits and his wet lips just about drooling over them.

“i’m gonna suck your tits,” his gaze shot back up to you, chest rising and falling. “okay baby?”

a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words, mentally cursing yourself for wanting this so bad but feeling bashful at the wrong freaking time.

you barely even nodded before he picked you up by the waist and set you down on the counter of the sink, his wet tongue darting across the plush of your breasts and pressing flat against your nipple, your breath hitching at the feeling.

yuta sucked and nipped feverishly at your nipples, getting them slick and slippery with his spit as he squeezed at your waist desperately, your pretty moans ringing through his ears making his bulge tighten and strain against the buckle of his belt.

he trailed his tongue back up to your neck and groped the fat of your ass with his hands, subconsciously rutting into your covered lips as he whined and groaned over the warmth of your pussy.

“i— i’m gonna cum in my pants if we keep going.” he puffed out, tone constricted as he looked at you with feral half lidded eyes.

you nodded quickly. “but i want you to, yu. inside me.”

yuta’s eyes blew wide open as he shook his head, and you felt the way his hands trembled while he gripped your hips.

“we— we can’t baby,” panting, he unwillingly pulled his bulge slightly apart from your warmth and looked at you sincerely. “i can’t do that to you—“

“do what?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side. “make love to me?”

“no— well, yes?” he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder and placed his hands at the edge of the counter to support his weight, groaning.

“i don’t want you to think i’m taking advantage of you or— or not respecting you and i want you to know how serious i’m taking this relationship and—”

you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, your voice sweet and soft. “who said that? i don’t think that at all yu, and i know you’re serious about us.. i wouldn’t be sitting on this counter with my tits out if you weren’t.”

yuta laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“you don’t wanna fuck me?” you whispered lewdly.

“trust me i do—”

“you don’t wanna see what kind of panties i have on under?” you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck. “you don’t want to maybe guess the color of my underwear?”

“oh i don’t have to guess baby,” he shook his head and grinned. “i know.”

yuta buried his face in your hair and inhaled, “has this been your plan all along pretty? to be a little slut for me and show off what you got going on down there?” he snapped his bulge back on your pussy so roughly that you jolted up by the sheer force. “to get me to fuck you? hm?”

you didn’t respond, you couldn’t respond by the way he was running and groping his hands deliciously all over your body as he spoke nasty to you. all you could do was moan stupidly.

“lucky for you, i’m just as guilty.”

he pulled your straps back over your shoulders then while sliding you off the counter, tugging the hem of your dress down over your ass before opening the door and leading you by the hand outside.

yuta ran through the halls opening and closing doors again, the both of you laughing when you would find other people fucking or making out, until he finally found an open vacant room with a bed and slammed the door closed, locking it.

his lips smashed against yours without another moment wasted, you unzipping and pulling your dress up and over yourself as he yanked his shirt off and threw it fuck knows where.

pushing you down gently on the bed, yuta took a step back to admire your perfect perfect body, the way your tits bounced with every movement you made, and the way that god forsaken lacy black underwear made you look as he just stood there and stared.

you cowered a little under his gaze, legs closing and arms crossing over your chest. “what?”

he shook his head. “i love you… so much.”

you smiled bright then, pearly whites on display as you watched him reach down and fumble with his belt frantically, sliding it off and pushing his pants down before kicking them away and hovering over you until you were both entirely bare.

yuta pressed honeyed wet kisses all the way down your body and in between your legs, shoving his face to your clothed pussy and inhaling your sweet scent, moaning as he did so.

he was so freakishly hard as he licked a long stripe up, the fabric rough and wet under his tongue as you squirmed and whined, impatient and bratty.

“you taste so sweet, baby.” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your clit, his index finger running delicately and slowly over your meaty slimy folds.

“fuck—” you panted, carding your fingers through his hair. “more please—”

“more?” he hummed, watching at the way you shook and shivered with his every touch as he slobbered all over your pussy like a man starved.

it was so filthy, squelching and sloshes of his mean mouth bullying your clit as your fingers flew to grip the sheets beneath you.

“eek!” you squealed, your thighs closing tight around his head as he ate, his hands coming up to force them apart.

“let me eat.”

yuta gripped the fat of your plushy thighs as his sloppy tongue moved across your lips and pussy, coaxing your syrupy cunt to pulse and jump with each lick, a knot forming at the pit of your tummy.

“i— yu, i can’t—” you tried to run away from his mouth. “i’m gonna cum—”

but he only grabbed your hips and brought you back down roughly, his rolling tongue lapping up your juices before your entire body shook with erotic ecstasy, your thighs clamping shut as you squealed and creamed on his tongue.

“fuuuucckkk,” he dragged out, coming back up and sliding your absolutely drenched and ruined panties down your shaking legs, his mouth coated and shiny and covered in you.

yuta pumped his cock a few times, and that’s when you noticed just how big he was, packing a meaty punch that had your mouth watering and desperate.

you spread your legs again as he climbed over you, sliding his dick in between your messy sticky folds before lining his fat tip against your hole.

god, yuta’s body and dick were on fucking fire, his tip slowly nudging and slightly stretching you, a pathetic whine leaving his lips at the feeling of your perfect pussy that was entirely his to fuck, a dream he’s had and yearned over for what feels like an eternity.

“m’gonna put it in,” he choked, licking his lips as he tightly gripped your waist.

you eagerly nodded, spreading your legs even wider. “please, i want you to fill me up, yu.”

and with that, yuta slowly and deliciously stretched your little cunt open, his swollen dick pushing past your tight squeezing gummy walls until he bottomed out.

“f—fuck,” he swallowed thickly. “you gotta loosen up baby you’re milking me—”

your hands gripped at his arms for support as yuta gently pumped his cock, your pussy sucking him up like a yummy lollipop and trapping him inside. “i can’t yu…” you shook your head. “you’re too big—”

his glassy eyes darkened over at your words, and he picked up a brutal pace almost instantly.

“is this— hah— what you wanted?” he reached out and pinched your rosy cheek meanly, pounding into your puffy walls as you cried dumbly. “to fuck you dumb on my dick after teasing me like that downstairs? huh?”

your eyes squeezed shut, loud pornographic moans tumbling out of your throat as he fucked you like he hated you, your tits bouncing with every hit.

a series of pat pat pat’s bounced all over the walls as yuta buried his face into your neck, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he shoved his dick inside of you over and over and over again.

“i can— hah— barely move you’re sucking me, baby.” yuta hiccuped, his eyes welling with feral tears.

it felt good, way too good and he could hardly handle it, his heart racing against his chest as he watched you make slutty faces that only fueled his erotic agony.

he fucked you full into the mattress, setting an animalistic pace as the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly.

“s—slow down, yu!” you whined, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his tip hit your cervix without mercy, you on the verge of cumming and creaming all over his dick.

“no—” he shook his head and looked at you, your sweaty hot bodies sticking together. “m’sorry pretty i c—can’t—”

yuta hiccuped and whined and cried at the way your greedy pussy was milking him for all of his worth, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. the amount of times yuta fisted his cock to the thought of you like a pervert, just like this, spread out and pretty, didn’t even come close or compare to the real thing laying in front of him right now.

“m’gonna pull out, okay?” he muttered. “gonna cum—“

“nuh uh!” you whined, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist to keep him inside, your arms clutching his brooding shoulders. “i want you to dump it inside of me.”

“i— inside?!” he swallowed.

you nodded and smiled sweetly at him through your fucked out expression and puffy pouty lips, a sight he never ever wanted to forget in his life and keep the privilege of looking at every day, just for him.

yuta groaned again and shoved his face back into your neck, squishing your tits in his hands and holding on to them for dear life as you milked his cock, slamming his hips up to meet yours and you whimpering at how deliciously rough he was.

“mm— fuck!” you squealed as you felt yuta’s hot ropey cum shoot up your walls, bucket loads of it filling you to the brim as you felt your own orgasm wash over you, his hand pressing down against your lower tummy as he hiccuped against your neck.

you both grabbed on to each other as you tried to come down from your highs, your skin sticky and hot as his steamy breath fanned over your ear shakily, the booming of music downstairs shaking the walls a little and the sounds of footsteps walking down the halls filling your ears.

yuta gently peeled himself from you and slowly, delicately— pulled his dick out, his pupils dilating at the sight of his milky cum oozing out of you sluggishly.

his dizzy eyes flickered over to your dazed and tired face, smiling softly. “are you okay baby?”

you closed your eyes as he leaned down and brushed some of your hair away from your eyes, laughing a little. “yeah.”

“wait here—” he whispered before getting off the bed and walking over to what he assumed was the bathroom, retrieving a random towel.

coming back over, he tenderly spread your legs and cleaned you up, rubbing soothing circles into your ankles with his thumbs as he did so before plopping back down on the bed next to you, pulling you softly into his arms.

that was the first time you both had sex together, and as the fact registered into your head, you buried your face into his bare chest shyly.

“hm?” yuta looked down at you. “what, baby?”

“you’ve seen me naked now,” you muttered, voice faintly muffled.

he giggled lowly. “you’ve seen me naked now too.”

“your dick is big,” you leaned back a bit. “i can’t believe you’ve been keeping that thing hostage from me.”

yuta choked at your blunt statement and shook his head. “i’ve always wanted this baby, believe me.” he kissed your forehead and nuzzled his face into your neck. “i just didn’t want to disrespect you pretty so i just didn’t know if you wanted it like i did.”

“but i do—”

he laughed again, “i know you do, now i do.”

you smiled sheepishly as yuta caressed your back with his fingertips lovingly, feeling like he was at the gates of heaven with you in his arms after having shared something so intimate like that for the first time, something he only lived in his sleepy dreams prior to this moment.

“i love you, yu.” you mumbled against his chest, and his heart absolutely melted as he captured your lips in a sweet sweet kiss.

oh how he loved you, and the sight of your gorgeous naked body next to him, your breathtaking unreal face looking at him and only him with those eyes—

was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

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[sweethearticism]

𝓨𝒖𝒕𝒂 was obsessed with you. not in the way you'd expect. not in the demanding, or the aggressive or even the outwardly possessive way. it was persistent. dedicated. and worst of all?

loving.

he never quite got over you after the breakup. a year after the shinjuku showdown. you said he changed. he insisted he grew.

“i miss my sweet boy,” you'd said.

“aren't I sweet?” he still smiled like it.

you shook your head. turned away. told him there was something else in his smile. something shifted. an innocence you mourned.

he never quite let you grieve his absence, though. your coffee would be on your desk in the morning. your favourite flowers delivered every other week. you'd find him on your doorstep with takeout and a smile. find him in your apartment cooking, cleaning, making your bed, making things easier for you.

“what're you doing here?” you confronted him. got up in his face. looked at him like he was an irritable nightmare.

and yuta? he just smiled. never a threat. never a warning. looking at you like you were the sweetest dream.

“we're friends, aren't we?” he tilted his head. “that's what you said we were.”

“yeah well—”

“friends take care of each other, don't they?” his head tilted. that flicker of innocence that you lost shimmered in his eyes. ached your heart. flared your mind. because he knew what he was doing.

this wasn't first, nor second year. okkotsu yuta knew how to get under your skin, and he did so with the same smile that stuttered your chest.

he was insistent. promising he'd wait for you. assuring that you just needed time. but then another year went by, then another, and another— and before you knew it? he was twenty three and still delivering your favourite flowers.

it was overwhelming. he claimed love should feel like that. said love should be something that you chased for.

what scared you the most? the way his cursed energy crackled whenever he said it. like it really was his curse onto you.

“you can't chase me forever, okkotsu.” you'd hissed, as he stood in your kitchen. using your ingredients. cooking you dinner.

he didn't even look up. “that's what you think.”

then he turned to you with a spoonful of soup and the flat of his hand brushing beneath your chin to raise it. just slightly. delicately.

he smiled. “now. . . say ah.”

he frustrated you. with his kind smile. with his shifted outlook on life. with the maturity he'd developed when you just weren't looking.

finding someone else was impossible.

going back to him felt like a sentence.

so when you'd snapped, who could blame you?

when you snatched his sword from his very sheath and swiped it through the air. bladed it to his throat. a threat, a shaky promise. with your trembling hands and your snarling lips.

he didn't flinch.

and that's what frustrated you more.

a special grade sorcerer like himself, what could you possibly do?

you saw it in his eyes. he asked the question without even uttering a word. a calm confidence that eased from him in the arch of his brow and the unfaltering look on his face.

he was sure of himself. and even worse: unafraid of death.

truly, not your sweet boy anymore.

no sweetness in the way he stepped closer. no sweetness in his shadow that loomed over you. in the paleness of his neck that pushed closer to his blade.

“you want to kill me?” he asked. drawled, simple. as if asking about the weather, and not his life that was held in hands he clearly still wanted to kiss.

his hand shifted. long fingers curling around the blade. tight. unflinching. he yanked it closer. shoved his neck further. till the steel bit into his skin. into his fingers.

and even while you shook. while you gaped and hesitance faltered your grip— he stood there.

staring into your eyes. into your very soul.

he spoke clear. crystal. calm.

“do it properly, then.”

his face pressed further. digging deeper into the blade if it only meant to be closer to you.

not a blink. not a breath.

just brutal. bloody. devotion.

“kill me,” he breathed. cold lips brushing yours. his own blood dripping from his fingers. “just make sure to curse me a little.”

and then the bastard grinned.

“then we can be together, forever. hm?”

[gukcnt]

𓊆 SEX & SWEET REVENGE 𓊇 ✧ JJK

jungkook has always been your forbidden fantasy — the one man you could never have. unbeknownst to you, he yearned for you just as badly, fighting every urge and dark desire because you were his son's girlfriend. until that one night, heartbroken after being cheated on, you run into his warm safe arms and every rule breaks. what happens when the best raw passionate night of your life turns into the sweetest revenge and the beginning of something new?

⁽ PAIRING ₎ ex-boyfriend's father!jungkook x f.reader

⁽ GENRE ₎ forbidden love, dark romance, age gap, yearning and pining, long term mutual secret attraction, angst & drama, fluff, smut

⁽ WARNINGS ₎ 18+, explicit smut, reader is 23 & jungkook is 41 (18 years age gap), cheating and infidelity (by the boyfriend), revenge and heartbreak, sexual fantasies and masturbation, alcohol consumption and smoking, sensual dancing, angry love confessions, arguments, mirror sex, multiple sex scenes and orgasms, different positions, rough sex, dirty talk and degradation, praise kink, size kink, power imbalance, semi public sex, creampie and breeding kink, oral sex (f. receiving), breast and nipple play, face sitting, clit play, fingering, cum eating, overstimulation, oral sex (m. receiving), blowjob, throat bulging, hair fisting, cum on tits, body worship, manhandling, cum stuffing and cock warming, jungkook teaches his son a good lesson, more tags to be added... (each part will contain their individual warnings)

⁽ NOTE ₎ i'm so excited to share this fic with y'all! it's something different and unlike anything i've tried before so i really hope you'll enjoy it. it'll most likely be a three-shot and i wanted to share a little teaser, let me know your thoughts sweet darlings, i love you bunch <33

⁽ TAGLIST ₎ [ OPEN .ᐟ ]

➥ 『 MASTERLIST | READ ON WATTPAD 』

“ah... ah… ah…”

the slap of wet skin on skin was all that was ringing in your ears along with jungkook's low manly groans as he fucked you deep and hard from behind on the bed.

the very bed that you once shared with his son.

your dress was bunched around your waist, panties long gone and his big hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.

“fuckk you feel even better than i imagined.”

he growled against your ear, thrusting hard, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast.

“so tight for me baby, been waiting forever for this pussy.”

you moaned loudly pushing back against him, lost in the feeling of his huge cock stretching you, you could barely breathe and it felt like he was inside your stomach.

“jungkook oh god y-yes.. harder...”

that's when the door suddenly flew open.

your ex, his son stood there frozen, eyes wide with shock, phone still in his hand like he'd been about to call you once again.

“what the actual fuck?!”

jungkook didn't stop, not even for a second, he just smirked, hips snapping forward again so hard that you squealed not being able to stay still.

his one hand stayed on your hip while the other tangled in your hair, tilting your head up so his son could see your tear streaked face twisted in pleasure.

“surprise.” jungkook said casually yet roughly.

“took you long enough to show up.”

“dad what the hell are you doing with her?!”

he yelled, his face turning red with rage and disbelief.

the embarrassment made you want to pull away for a bit but jungkook held you firmly in place, starting to pound into you now with perfect rhythm and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your pussy clenching hard.

“what does it look like i'm doing?”

jungkook chuckled darkly, not missing a beat, he leaned down, biting your shoulder lightly before looking back at his son.

“i'm fucking the girl you were stupid enough to cheat on.. she came to me crying about your sorry ass, figured i'd show her what a real man feels like.”

his son took a step forward, fists clenching, not even registering the words properly.

“get the fuck off her! that's my girlfriend!”

“was.” jungkook corrected.

his pace picks up again while you whined helplessly, the thrill of being watched while being owned by the man that you've always wanted made you even hornier and wetter.

the sick twisted part of you loved that jungkook was taking his revenge so sweetly.

“jungkook...”

you gasped, shame no longer left in you as your back arched more for him.

he leaned down and pressed his chest to your back, placing open mouthed kisses almost lovingly against your shoulder blades.

“shhh baby, let him hear how loud you get for daddy.”

his son looked like he might just hit someone but was not being able to do anything about it, clearly intimidated by his father like he always was.

“you're sick, both of you.”

jungkook laughed low, enjoying it a little too much.

“sick? nahh this is payback.”

jungkook glares, his jaw clenched, tongue poking the inside of his cheek hotly.

“for every time you lied to her, every time you made her cry… i'm making it right. you think you deserve her huh?”

you cried out from his words and also when the tip of his cock nudges on that spot inside you that makes your brain reduce to a mush, your hand scratching against the bed sheets, fisting it and pulling it until it bunches around you.

you both felt absolutely crazy and wild for each other.

“hahhngh jungkook!”

“that's it.” he praised, eyes locked on his son the whole time.

“tell him whose cock you're creaming on baby, loud enough for him to hear.”

your voice breaks, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“yours, it's yours!” you sobbed.

“atta girl... now let's give him a real show.”

[ to be continued... ]

© GUKCNT — all rights reserved. | divider by @/dollywons

[yeskookii]

Jungkook coming back from tour to your clit pierced ✮⋆˙ anon req!

Tags: explicit sexual content, pwnp, clit piercing, hes a yapper, lowkey nerd!koo, pussy eating, piercing play, fingering, overstimulation, p in v, 2 orgasms for her, i think that’s it.

Words count: 1.9k

Mdni 18+

“Missed you,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips between kisses. Kneeling on the floor as you sit on the couch. “God, you have no idea. Every night. Every single night.”

“I missed you more,” you purred , as his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. His teeth graze your skin, and a bolt of pure desire shoots straight down your spine, pooling low in your belly. The secret you’re keeping there seems to pulse in time with your quickening heartbeat.

His hands slide lower, gripping the hem of your top, and he starts to pull it up. You lift your arms willingly, letting him strip the top off you. The cool air of the room kisses your skin, raising goosebumps. His heated gaze travels over you, clad only on your chest, not wearing a bra. His eyes are dark, appreciative, worshipful.

“So beautiful,” he says, his voice rough. “My beautiful girl.”

He leans in to kiss the swell of your breast, lips making their way to your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard buds, sucking them so softly, his hands going to the hem of your shorts. This is it. The moment coils tight in your stomach, a mix of nerves and fierce anticipation. You watch his face, holding your breath.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of both the shorts and your underwear beneath, and in one smooth slow motion, he begins to pull them down your hips.

You lift your hips to help him, the fabric whispering over your skin. He draws them down your thighs, past your knees, his eyes following the path of his hands. Then he sees it.

His breath hitches, a sharp, audible intake that cuts through the quiet room. His hands, which were so confident and sure a second ago, go completely still, fingers curled into the fabric at your knees. His gaze is locked, utterly fixated, on the middle of your thighs.

There, nestled in the delicate, soft folds, is the surprise. A tiny, perfect, gleaming captive bead ring. The small silver hoop is elegant and delicate, the tiny bead—a smooth, polished sphere—sits snugly against your swollen flesh.

Jungkook’s jaw was on the floor, clearly shocked by the unexpected surprise, ”what!?” He said as a breathy laugh escaped him, “are you serious?” he blinked twice, staring in genuine surprise before looking back up at you.

“When did you get that?!” he asks, his voice rising with enthusiastic curiosity. He’s fully yapping now. “Oh my god. When? Why didn’t you tell me? Did it hurt? It looks like it hurt. Was it like a needle? It must have been a huge needle. Who did it? Was it clean? It looks clean. It’s so… shiny.”

He’s talking a mile a minute, his eyes darting over every detail. The tiny, perfect hoop. His hands slowly parting your folds carefully, The snug silver bead resting against your swollen flesh. The way it glints in the soft light from the floor lamp.

“It’s for you,” you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of arousal and amusement at his adorable, frantic reaction.

“For me?” He looks up, his eyes huge. “Like… a present?”

“A welcome home present, I got it three weeks ago.”

He processes this, his mouth forming a silent ‘O’. The concept seems to delight him even more. He looks back down, his head tilting the other way. “So it’s… mine? I mean, not mine mine, but like… for me to… appreciate?”

You can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Yes, Jungkook. For you to appreciate.”

“Wow,” he whispers, finally reaching out. But not like before. His touch is now feather-light, incredibly tentative. He uses the very tip of his index finger to gently, so gently, boop the little silver bead. It moves the tiniest bit.

You jerk, a sharp intake of breath hissing through your teeth. The sensation is immediate and intense.

He yanks his hand back as if shocked. “Did that hurt? Was that bad?”

“No,” you whine. “No, it’s… just really sensitive.”

His eyes light up with renewed, fascinated interest. “Sensitive?” He says the word like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever heard. “More than before? Because of the metal? Does the metal make it colder? Or is it your body temperature? Wait, let me feel.”

This time, he doesn’t boop it. He lays the pad of his finger gently against the side of the hoop. He holds it there, his brow furrowed in concentration. “It’s warm,” he announces, as if reporting a major finding. “It’s your temperature. That’s so cool.”

He’s completely lost in his exploration, his previous goal of immediate sex entirely derailed by this new, shiny discovery. “Can I…?” he trails off, looking up at you for permission, his eyes sparkling.

“Can you what?”

“Can I just… look at it for a second? From different angles?” You burst out laughing, the tension and anticipation melting into pure affection for this ridiculous, silly man. “Yes, you can look.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He shifts his position, moving to kneel deeper on the floor. He gently puts his hands on your inner thighs to keep you still, He leans in, his face dangerously close.

“The craftsmanship is really good,” he says, utterly serious. “The hoop is perfectly circular. The bead is seamless. It’s not too big, not too small.” He glances up. “Was there a size chart? Did you pick the bead? What other options were there?”

“Jungkook!” you laugh, swatting his shoulder. “Are you doing a product review right now?”

He grins, unrepentant. “I’m appreciating my gift! Thoroughly!” He goes back to looking. “It suits you. It’s pretty. Edgy, but pretty.” He finally leans back, sitting on his heels, and just stares at you, his gaze taking in the whole, breathtaking picture; you spread out before him, adorned with this secret he now knows. The smile on his face is one of awestruck, possessive joy.

Then, the researcher vanishes, and the starving, devoted boyfriend comes crashing back. The playful curiosity in his eyes ignites into a hot, dark flame of desire.

“Okay,” he says, his voice dropping back into that rough, wanting register. “Appreciation time is over.”

“Oh, is it?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Now it’s…” He crawls back over you, caging you with his arms. His face is inches from yours. “Now it’s testing time.”

Before you can reply, he drops his head between your legs. But he’s not just diving in. He’s methodical. He blows a soft, cool stream of air directly over the piercing. You twitch violently.

“Sensitive,” he repeats, a note of success in his voice.

Then his tongue on you. A pointed lick that goes right over the silver ring, from bottom to top.

The effect is catastrophic. The cool metal, the hot, wet muscle, the direct pressure—it all combines into a sensation so sharp and sweet you cry out, your hips bucking off the couch.

He moans, the sound vibrating through you. “Fuck,” he groans against you. “the feedback is insane.”

He does it again, this time circling the bead with the very tip of his tongue, exploring the new topography of your body with a focus that leaves you breathless. Every tiny flick, every swirl, is magnified, wired directly into your central nervous system.

“Koo… please…” you beg, legs shaking violently, already feeling the coil of an orgasm tightening, way too soon.

“Please what?” He asks, lifting his head just enough to talk. His lips are glistening, his eyes drunk with power and pleasure. “Are you already close? But im just getting started,” He dips his head back down, this time taking the bead gently between his lips and sucking.

You see white. Your hands fly to his hair, fisting in the dark strands. “Oh, god..Right there, Don’t stop,”

He doesn’t. He eats you out with a dedicated, obsessive curiosity that was equal parts lover and mad inventor. He tests everything. How you react when he flicks the ring rapidly. How you shudder when he tugs it softly with his teeth. How you sob when he combines a slow, flat lick over it with a finger slipping inside you.

You are babbling, a complete mess beneath him, completely at the mercy of his curious mouth and your own brave, stupid, wonderful decision.

“Koo.. please! Im gonna-“

He hummed with his lips wrapped around the silver bud, the vibration traveling through the metal and straight to your core. He adds a second finger, crooking them inside you, and doubles down on the suction.

You come with a shattered scream, your body arching so hard only his arms around your thighs keep you grounded. The orgasm is like electricity, arcing from the silver focal point through your entire being. He holds you through it, gentling his motions but not stopping, drinking every drop until you collapse, limp and trembling.

He crawls up your body, wiping his chin on his shoulder. He looks utterly, devastatingly pleased with himself. And so, so turned on. His jeans are painfully tight.

“I need to feel it with my dick,” He gets his jeans and boxers down just enough, holding his hard cock against your core, and started rubbing it between your folds.

You shake from the over sensitivity, lifting your hips away, trying to escape the delicious friction. But Jungkook doesn’t let you, he holds your hips firmly down with one hand, as he strokes his cock on your glistening pussy.

“Fuck, baby. This feels insane. I can feel it on my dick.”

He throws his head back, moaning loudly,

His hand stroking his cock now is pressing on the hard length, as he moves his hips in a sensual, rhythmic pace.

He looks down, watching the head of his cock nudge against the silver bead, wet from his tongue and mixed pre-cum. He meets your eyes, his own blazing.

“Best,” he grunts, pushing inside with one deep, relentless thrust that makes you both moan, “Gift.” Another thrust. “Ever.”

He sets a punishing, grateful pace. Each thrust of his hips grinds the piercing against his pubic bone, sending fresh sparks through your oversensitive flesh. Each withdrawal makes you whimper. He’s talking, a rough, broken commentary.

“Feel it… every time… god, who knew? Who knew it would be like this?”

You can only cling to him, nails scraping down his back, as he chases his own release. The combined sensations— his length sliding in and out your sensitive tight hole, one hand groping both your bouncing tits, the other roughly rubbing your clit and the silver bead— build you back up impossibly fast towards another peak.

“Cum with me,” he demands, his rhythm faltering. ”i can feel you close, baby. Come on, let go with me”

His words, his thrusts, the overwhelming rightness of him home and inside you, his steady thumb flicking your sensitive bud, it tips you over. Your second orgasm crashes into you, softer than the first but deeper, a warm, pooling wave of bliss that squeezes around him.

With a shout that’s part laugh, part sob, he follows you, pumping into you as he finds his own release, his body shuddering above yours.

He collapses, a dead weight of satisfied exhaustion, but rolls almost immediately to pull you against his side. You’re both a sticky, sweaty, happy mess on the couch.

His hand, as if magnetized, finds its way back between your thighs. He doesn’t stroke, just rests his fingers over the piercing, holding it gently. Making you flinch away.

“So,” he says after a few minutes of heavy breathing, his voice buzzing against your temple where his lips are pressed. “The aftercare. What’s that like? Salt water soaks? Specific soap? We need to get the right stuff. I’ll order it. Did they give you a pamphlet?”

You snort-laugh into his chest, the sound muffled. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m serious!” he insists, squeezing you. “It’s a high-value asset. Requires proper maintenance.” He’s quiet for another moment, then you feel his smile against your skin. “Thank you,” he whispers, all the playfulness gone, replaced by profound sincerity. “It’s the craziest, hottest, most ‘you’ thing ever. I love it.”

A/N: i ngl i had to search everything abt the clit piercing since I’ve no idea how it’s like so if there was any bs written, ignore it 😞

Hope y’all enjoyed

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[joon4eva]

just the tip? — kim namjoon.

genre: established relationship au.

summary: you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.

word count. 3,994 words.

warnings. semi-public sex, namjoon doesn't need much convincing, oral sex (m. receiving) unprotected sex but reader is on birth control, creampie, namjoon takes oc's underwear.

note: happy early bday to our leader who keeps me sane and motivates me to keep living everyday. here is some horny fluff word vomit inspired by all the content we've been getting of namjoon looking delicious in his buzzcut lately. i couldn't resist. pics above are from @rkivsfe ♡

Namjoon seemed plucked straight from the pages of a classic romance, a perfect gentleman in every sense.

Throughout the day, your parents had been gracious hosts at their house, and Namjoon had gracefully navigated each conversation, his charismatic charm and impeccable manners in full display. 

Yet, it wasn't the refined qualities occupying your mind; rather, it was his freshly buzzed hair and the allure of his domesticated moments – like when he insisted on helping your mother – that made your heart race, feverish heat flooding your core at the thought of creating a home with him someday.

The both of you had never really properly broached the topic of children, especially since you were on birth control.

While you had only been dating for two years, discussions of having children had stayed respectfully on the back burner; the decision to wait until marriage, or at least until life was less hectic, appeared sensible to both of you. 

For now, life as it was felt fulfilling.

But lately, as you watched Namjoon tenderly cradle a friend's baby or playfully chase nieces and nephews at family gatherings, you began to see the appeal of having a family with Namjoon.

It was hard not to want it sometimes. 

It took every ounce of restraint not to lunge at him right there, an insatiable hunger bubbling within, barely contained. 

And when the rest of your family continued to mingle in the backyard, that was the moment you decided it was time to make your move. 

Namjoon's eyes narrowed perceptively, instantly detecting the undercurrent of mischief in your stride. 

Your smile, wide and radiant, was Oscar-worthy enough to mask your ulterior motives from everyone else; however, Namjoon could see right through your seemingly innocent offer of showing him a 'tour' of your childhood bedroom.

Determinedly, you grasped his arm firmly and practically dragged him up the staircase of your parents’ house and up to your old room located at the far end of the second-floor hallway.

—

To his credit, Namjoon nearly fell for your act. 

He attentively followed along while you animatedly led him around the room; pointing out the remnants of your teenage years evident in the faded posters of pop bands adorning the walls, a meticulously arranged collection of Studio Ghibli figurines that adorned shelves, and a colorful assortment of plush toys scattered about.

Golden sunlight pours through the window, playing on the sparkle in your eyes as your sundress embraces every curve. Beneath Namjoon’s clothes, a nagging ache intensifies, matched by the growing warmth and strain in his pants as he admires your radiance.

Slowly, time seemed to suspend itself, while the walls in your room appeared to close in on you both.

Soon enough, you found yourselves standing face-to-face, completely absorbed by each other's presence.

“You okay?” you ask in a hushed tone.

Namjoon's eyes sparkle with mischief, his eyes shamelessly lingering on your figure. The corners of his mouth turn up in a cheeky grin.

"I know what you’re thinking." 

Brows knitting together, you blink in feigned innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about," you murmur, eyes evading his as your arms cross protectively.

“Oh, of course. You were just so eager to show me your room,” he states matter-of-factly. 

Namjoon’s grin grows wider as he confidently strides closer, hands casually tucked in his pockets. “Nothing more to it, right baby?” 

What a fucking tease.

Warmth creeps up your cheeks as nervous laughter bubbles up, eyes avoiding his penetrating stare – Namjoon always had an uncanny ability to read you like an open book.

It was something that instantly made heat bloom between your thighs.  And when he was looking at you like that, it was impossible to hide anything from him. 

He tilts his head and studies you with an arched brow. “You have that look.”

“What look?”

“The bedroom eyes. I’ve seen it before.”

“I do not!” you manage to choke out, the words nearly vanishing from your throat.

Namjoon just chuckles, disarmingly smug. “Hm. If you say so.”

Within moments, you uncross your arms and navigate the remaining distance, your hands coming up to explore the contours of his body – fingertips slipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles tensing in his back before coming around and daintily migrating northward across his chest.

Namjoon leans down, claiming your lips with a fleeting kiss. "We probably shouldn't," he breathes out softly against your parted lips.

"Hmmm," you pout. "And why not?"

Not waiting for an answer, your lips continue their exploration – slowly moving from his lips, tracing the angles of his jaw, and dancing between gentle nibbles and fervent suction.

Beneath his shirt, your fingers tease his chest, leaving light scratches before brushing against his sensitive nipples.

It only took seconds before you could feel how hard and ready Namjoon was, as his skin burned hotter beneath your touch and his breaths grew shallow.

Trying to suppress a groan and maintain some level of composure, Namjoon bites down on his lip and whispers your name with an unsteady voice. 

"Your family is literally downstairs."

“They’re actually outside.”

Smiling mischievously, you return your attention to him by licking a slow stripe from his neck to the sensitive spot just below his ear – a place you’ve discovered he particularly enjoys being teased.

“I can’t promise I’ll want to stop at just kissing,” he warns with equal parts desperation and plea – a last attempt at cracking your resolve as his hands reflexively grip your waist in a manner both possessive and protective.

“And what?” you breathe out, each word soft and slow, a challenge in disguise. “Where would you want to stop?”

“I won’t.” 

Softening your gaze, you allow your lips to ghost over his. “Then don't hold back,” you whisper, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth.

His heated gaze flickers across every inch of you – taking in your expression, the way your body presses against his. You couldn't resist further taunting him. 

Your hands slide down his chest and towards the belt loops of his jeans, giving them a playful tug before swiftly moving to unbutton them.

It’s at this moment that Namjoon seems to snap out of his haze.

His lust-addled stupor evaporates like lifting fog, replaced by a rush of clarity where the lines between right and wrong become difficult to blur.

Suddenly decisive, he intercepts your wandering hands with a firm but gentle hold. 

“____. No.”

“I’ll be quiet,” you promise him, a sultry smirk playing on your lips, both tempting and dangerous.

“Baby. We are not fucking in your parents’ house—especially in broad daylight.”

"Oh, Joonie…" you sigh lovingly, pressing a tender and lingering kiss to the small mole just below his lip.

"Always such a gentleman. Holding my hand, praising me in front of my parents, even charming my mom... You don’t wanna fool around with me here?" 

Namjoon's mouth opens as if to protest further, but any words that threaten to come out are swallowed up by a groan that he struggles to stifle at the sensation of you swiftly tugging down his jeans and boxers, just enough for you to wrap your warm, tight hand around his thick length.  

"You’re…s-seriously out of your mind. We…we really shouldn't," he manages to utter, each word strained by the effort he puts into maintaining control – his dark eyes burning with barely restrained desire.

You pause your movements and look into his eyes. "We can make it quick. I promise I'll be quiet."

But you knew Namjoon had always preferred taking things slow, savoring every moment, especially during sex with you.

He was never really a fan of rushing, and you learned along the way he was big on foreplay. 

Yet seeing you present yourself before him like a priceless treasure, accompanied by batting those alluring, pleading eyes at him, Namjoon can't help but consider going against his instincts for once – if only for five fleeting minutes.

“I knew you didn’t want to bring me up here just to—Fuck, hold on. Wait,” he stammers, suddenly remembering, “I– I don’t have any condoms. Well, I didn’t bring any, for obvious reasons.”

An awkward silence settles between you two as the unspoken question lingers, and you gaze into his eyes, searching for an answer.

His eyes widen just a fraction when he realizes what you’re silently asking. 

“God, are you…—? No," he says firmly. "Absolutely not."

"But I've been on birth control for years!" you whine.

Namjoon closes his eyes briefly and exhales sharply, tension radiating from his clenched jaw.

“Babe,” he utters with a heavy sigh.

"Namjoon," your voice is barely audible as you breathe the plea into the curve of his neck, the warm air causing a shiver of desire to course through him. 

Your thumb glides across the tip of his cock, smearing the glistening pearl of pre-cum that gathers from the tip.

Your lips begin to trail gentle kisses along the length of his throat, all while teasingly drawing the tip of your fingers up and down his shaft.

Namjoon's breath catches in response to your touch, gasping as he involuntarily thrusts upwards to meet your hand.

“What about ‘just the tip’?” you whisper. “Isn’t that something that guys like to do?”

“Well… I-I’m paranoid and we should be careful,” he stammers out. “It only takes one time, you know. Can’t this wait until we get home?” 

Noticing his faltering resolve, your lip catches between your teeth to suppress a sly grin. Wordlessly, you slowly sink to your knees in front of him. 

He watches transfixed as your tongue traces a slow path up the engorged vein of his cock, pausing to swirl around the head before taking him fully into your warm mouth.

Namjoon emits a soft groan - hands delicately cradling your jaw - while your cheeks hollow and your head begins to bob rhythmically, dewy eyes peeking out from beneath your lashes to watch him.

His head falls back and his eyes squeeze shut, fighting to restrain a moan as desire shoots through him like wildfire, fuelling your own craving for him even more fervently. 

You could sense him teetering on the edge, his self-restraint waning with each moment until, in one deft motion, he withdraws from your mouth just enough to stagger back, hoisting you up by your arms and steering you backwards until the mattress edge halts against your knees and topples you onto it. 

“You’re fucking shameless, you know that?” he pants, scrambling to shove his pants further down and stepping between your legs, holding his hard cock and leaning over you.

Below him, you giggle and hurriedly push your dress up, sliding your panties down and kicking them aside.

Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them over your head and pins them there.

And as his body aligns with yours – his strong chest firm against your breasts, his crotch deliciously nestled between your thighs – every last drop of doubt vanishes from both of your minds. 

Under the sultry gaze of his darkened eyes, he grips your face, his large hands cupping your delicate cheeks, thumbs tenderly caressing the soft skin. 

Your mouths meet urgently; his lips hungrily pressing against yours to lick and tug at your bottom lip, expertly swallowing every stifled sound that begs release.

"Joon," you murmur tenderly against his parted lips, pausing between kisses. "Touch me, please."

Your honeyed pleas don't go unanswered; Namjoon's hands swiftly comply with your demand, gently pulling down the elastic neckline of your dress far enough to let your breasts spring free. 

"Such a tease, wearing this," Namjoon grunts, grabbing a fistful of your dress, "fuck."

His eyes darken at the sight before him: your dress invitingly pooled at your waist, thighs parted and slightly glistening from your arousal visible even to him.

It was nearly impossible for him to deny you anything at all when you pleaded with that breathy, needy tone.

His lips move with purpose, trailing a series of warm, sweet kisses across your collarbone, down to the valley between your breasts – lingering just long enough to elicit a breathy gasp before grazing your stiff nipples with feather-light nips. 

You struggle to bite back any gasping moans – honoring the promise you hastily made earlier – with only the softest sighs escaping your pursed lips.

“Feels good?" Namjoon murmurs softly, his hand navigating the space between your bodies to trace delicate circles around your throbbing clit.

"God, you're soaking wet already and I've hardly touched you."

Desperately trying to maintain silence, you find your hips moving instinctually in rhythm with the sinfully slow motions of his long fingers. They gather your slickness, teasingly near your dripping entrance with one finger before returning upward to trace unhurried, deliberate circles on your clit again with two fingers. 

“Wanna come first?”

Your bottom lip captured between your teeth, you shake your head.

"Can we… Can you pull out?" breathlessly escapes from your lips.

He groans your name gently, punctuating his words with a delicate nip on your jawline. "What happened to 'just the tip'?"

"I changed my mind," you whine weakly, stifling a frustrated groan when his fingers stop their movements.

Namjoon's chuckle against your skin is light and teasing. "My greedy girl,” he coos affectionately against your lips before pressing a lingering kiss on the corner of your mouth. 

“Wonder what your parents would think if they knew that right now, their precious daughter was up here with me, legs spread wide and begging for me like this? Hmmm?" 

His dirty words make you choke on a barely suppressed moan, but you do nothing to discourage him.

He doesn't pull his fingers away from your aching core – instead, he bends down to lick them clean before gently pressing them back inside of you.

“Please, just please, can we…” your voice falters as it dissolves into unintelligible murmurs, desperate for relief, desperate for him to fill you up the way you want. 

"So needy," Namjoon chuckles softly at your struggle for coherence; swiftly replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. 

"You’re sure about this?" he whispers hoarsely, the feel of him nudging at your entrance sending already rioting butterflies into overdrive.

Your hands instinctively slide over the firm contours of his backside, urging him closer as your hips rock against his. “Wanna feel you. All of you,” you softly mewl in his ear.

A primal growl emerges from Namjoon’s throat before he nips lightly at the tender flesh of your neck. “So filthy.”

Namjoon finally pushes inside of you, inch by torturous inch, until he’s buried to the hilt inside of you, slowly filling and stretching you in a way that makes your legs shudder and lock around his waist. 

His hips still, giving you time to get adjusted, or perhaps in an attempt to try to steady himself. 

He nuzzles into your neck, spreading his warm breath all over the soft skin there, nudging aside the fabric of your dress to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, fingers dancing across his freshly trimmed head, massaging and scratching softly at his scalp.

Your hips slightly roll to guide him deeper, enticing him to start moving. 

It's sheer, unadulterated bliss as he pumps into you, filling you up in perfect harmony with your own unsteady breaths.  

It feels even better than you thought – so warm and wet and snug around him, nothing has ever felt as good in your life. 

Out of all the things you and Namjoon have tried, this was something that you just haven’t done. 

And now you know you were ruined.

Ruined for using a condom ever again with this man. Your pulse is pounding so hard against your ears that it seems impossible to focus on anything else at this moment but him and how good it feels to have him bare inside of you. 

"You feel so fucking good, baby," Namjoon breathes hotly against the column of your throat. "So tight around me."

He’s fucking into you agonizingly slow and deep; his movements are deliberate and unhurried, each deep, slow stroke filling the air with your muffled moans and the wet sounds of your slick bodies every time his hips snap up against yours.

His hand entwines with yours, palm-to-palm above your head, while his other arm holds you closer by the thigh curled around his waist.

Enveloped in a sensuous fog where your senses blur and bend, you feel him gradually quicken his pace, each thrust growing more intense.

Namjoon nuzzles his face into your neck, soft moans vibrating against your skin. 

Teasingly, his pulsating shaft glides out completely – slow, torturously slow – pausing just before thrusting back in; filling you completely, his tip applying pressure to a hidden sweet cluster of nerves within you that ignites an uncontrollable tightening around him.

An unfamiliar sound escapes from your throat – a strange mixture of a whimper and his name – and he gasps before laughter takes over.

His hand comes up to quickly muffle your sounds.

"Babe," he warns between giggles and gasps for air. "You promised you'd be quiet." 

“But—” your weak rebuttal trails off as warmth spreads across your face and tears gather at the corners of your eyes. “B-but it’s just so… F-feels… so…”

"Shhh, I know," he whispers tenderly against your mouth.

Namjoon’s hand trails from the curve of your thigh to weave through your hair, tightening at the back of your head and pulling you into another heated, sloppy kiss. 

“Doing so well for me,” Namjoon whispers between kisses. “Taking it all.” More kisses. Rougher and wetter. “S-so pretty… so fucking pretty wrapped around me like this.” 

With each impassioned stroke, you cling to him; muffled moans of his name escaping between breathless kisses as waves of warmth wash over you. 

"Want you to come... come inside, Joon, please," you softly plead.

Ardor begins to strain at every seam, your sweet plea threatening to shatter Namjoon's restraint, nearly sending him over the edge.

“Yeah? You close, baby?”

Your eyelids grow heavy, closing tightly as your head fervently bobs in agreement, words failing you.

To this, Namjoon plunges into you with a growl. His cock kisses your g-spot, again and again – and his face is a canvas of pure ecstasy as he thrusts forcefully, his hips colliding with yours while he drives himself even deeper, almost as if he was working to etch himself into your very being. 

Your teeth press into his shoulder to muffle your sobs, while your hands frantically wander— sliding under his shirt to rake at the damp skin of his back or bunching at the wrinkled sheets, desperately searching for something to ground you as he pounds into you, each powerful motion stealing more breath from your lungs. It’s a drawn-out, slow rolling orgasm that he drags out of you.

He fucks you through your climax; deep, steady thrusts that makes your legs quiver and your eyes lose focus as they roll back. 

A low, guttural moan suddenly escapes him as warmth begins to flood every nook and cranny within you, occupying and filling every gap.

The pulsating of the thick vein lining the underside of his cock throbs with each burst of his release, while your own walls tenderly constrict around him.

Your vision is consumed by whiteness as your eyes clench shut from the sheer force of shared euphoria, your mind wonderfully blank.

And then, stillness. 

He stays buried inside you, his large frame forming a protective shield around your body, like a giant blanket swaddling you both.

His nose gently nestles against the side of your neck, as the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest comes to match yours, slowly and peacefully. Your legs are still wrapped snugly around his waist, your hand tracing slow, lethargic circles on his back beneath his shirt.

“Holy shit,” you breathe in elation, “we should do that more often.”

Namjoon huffs out a laugh. Carefully shifting his weight, he hovers above you, hands on either side of your shoulders. “That good?”

“Yeah,” you exhale with a grin. “Really good.” “Really good,” he echoes with a laughter that dances at the edges of his eyes and alights the depths of his dimples.

And you laugh, too, delightfully dizzy and slightly sticky with perspiration as the sun spills through the window's gaps, rays of golden syrup bathing you in warmth.

Namjoon presses a fleeting but tender kiss to your mouth and gently pulls out of you, leaving a lingering emptiness and a sweet ache in your core that lingers.

His eyes curiously wander down to the apex of your thighs and you watch as his hand wanders down to pry your legs apart, his fingertips holding them open as he watches the warm, viscous fluid of his cum slowly form a trail from your entrance. He traces a gentle finger through the slick aftermath, a satisfied hum resonating as your body shudders with blissful oversensitivity. 

In this proximity, he bends down to place a tender kiss on the side of your jaw, with words that now flow like honey. “Think we could make that a priority,” he murmurs.

He follows up with another feathery kiss directly upon your lips - an almost chastely innocent smile dancing across his features, almost sinfully ironic.

You find yourself grinning in response to his obvious overture before letting your hand wander lower on his back.

Slowly, deliberately, almost flirtatiously, it reaches and gropes his rear end. "So would you be open to round two then?" you tease playfully as your fingers pinch just enough for him to know you're serious.

Namjoon’s immediate reaction is priceless – a jolt forward accompanied by an adorably indignant yelp as he tries (and fails) to hide his surprise at your boldness.

All he can do is shake his head at you in disbelief before giving in once more to laughter. 

Eventually regaining some composure, he chides you gently by flicking your forehead with one finger, mimicking chastisement but betraying nothing but affection. You feign complete agony with a comically exaggerated moan and grip to your forehead, earning another round of laughter from Namjoon.

“Jesus, baby,” he says, exhaling a heavy breath, forcing a laugh. “You’re going to kill me.”

He shifts to a seated position on the mattress next to you before standing up, his back straight and his movements curiously graceful for someone so tall.

Your gaze follows him, transfixed as he grasps the edges of his boxers and jeans, lifting them back over his lean hips. 

You have to internally curse at how his shirt clings to him like a second skin, accentuating his broad form as he calmly fastens each button, the muscles in his biceps rippling subtly in the process.

This simple act (an undoubtedly mundane and ordinary action) transforms into a hypnotizing display just by virtue of it being Namjoon. 

Shifting your position slightly, you slide the straps of your dress back into place, readjusting the elastic neckline to cover your chest.

Propped up on your elbows, your eyes dart around for your missing panties.

Namjoon seems to be almost telepathic in this moment, glancing over and catching your eye.

Realizing what you're searching for, a playful smirk forms on his lips.

He bends down to retrieve your underwear from its hiding spot on the floor and rather cheekily shoves it into his pocket instead of handing it to you.

Feigning irritation, you huff as he saunters victoriously across the room towards the bedroom door with his stolen trophy secured in his pocket. 

“Namjoon,” you protest, now sitting up completely. “I need those!”

"You can have them back later," he calls over his shoulder as he begins opening the door. 

The curve of his lips breaking into a gentle smile as he adds, "Let's go home. And don't worry, love - I'll keep these safe for you."

As if to emphasize his point, he gives the pocket safeguarding your panties a delicate pat - one last playful jest before disappearing beyond the doorway.

[rpwprpwprpwprw]

this one is so good! yummy

i miss reading fanfic with my husband…

[kimflwr]

mutual worship

pairing: husband!kim taehyung × wife!reader

genre: smut, established relationship, romance ( this must be the hottest shit i've ever imagined 💀🥀 )

warnings: 18+, mature themes, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink, voyeurism/exhibitionism between partners, explicit sexual content, masturbation, body worship, no penetrative sex

theme: intimacy, trust, slow burn, mutual desire, quiet nights, vulnerability

a/n: this work is a fictional story intended for mature audiences only. all characters are consenting adults.

The evening had settled into that quiet, heavy warmth that only comes when two people know exactly what they want but haven't said it yet. Taehyung lay beside you on the bed, one arm folded behind his head, his dark eyes tracing a lazy path down your body.

He let out a slow breath, his fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and rough, the kind of gravelly tone that made your thighs press together instinctively. "All day. About you. About watching you."

You turned onto your side to face him, the sheets rustling beneath you. "Watching me do what?"

His lips curved into that slow, dangerous smile that always made your stomach flip. "Touch yourself. I don't want to fuck you tonight. I just want to watch. I want to see every single twitch, every slick sound, every shiver that runs through you when you make yourself come. And I want you to watch me too."

Your breath caught. The idea sent a sharp pulse of heat straight to your core. "Mutual masturbation?"

"Exactly." He shifted closer, his hand coming to rest on your hip, thumb stroking lazy circles over the fabric of your shorts. "No penetration. Just us, side by side, showing each other exactly how we like to be touched. I want to hear your hand sliding through your wetness. I want you to hear the sound of my fist working my cock. I want to look into your eyes while you make yourself fall apart for me, and I want you to see the same raw, filthy desperation in mine."

His words painted the scene so vividly that you could already feel the heat pooling between your legs. "You want to make it a whole thing," you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.

"I want to stretch it out. I want to take forever." His hand slid down, fingers curling under the hem of your shorts, not quite touching where you needed him. "I want to talk you through it. Tell you how beautiful you are when you're wet and needy. Praise you for every drop of slick that drips down your fingers. Encourage you to go faster, slower, harder. I want to hear the sloppy, wet sounds of your pussy begging for attention."

The filth and the unapologetic crudeness sent a shudder through you. He always knew exactly what buttons to push, and right now, he was pressing every single one.

"So what do you say, baby?" He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and teasing. "You and me, bare and bare, hands on ourselves, no holding back. We don't touch each other tonight. We just show each other. Deal?"

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Deal."

He didn't rush. That was the first thing you noticed. Taehyung pulled back, sitting up slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as his fingers found the hem of his shirt. He tugged it up inch by inch, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the dusting of dark hair that trailed down his stomach, the way his abdominal muscles tensed with every deliberate movement. He let the shirt fall to the floor, then reached for the waistband of his shorts.

"Watch," he said, his voice a low command.

He pushed the shorts down, his erection springing free, already thick and heavy, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum. He didn't touch himself yet. He just let you see him, fully hard, fully aroused, fully yours to witness. The sight made your mouth water, your hands itching to reach out, but you held back.

"Now you," he said, settling back against the pillows, his hand resting on his thigh, just inches from his cock. "Show me what you've been hiding all evening."

You mirrored him, sitting up, your fingers working the buttons of your shirt with deliberate slowness. You wanted to tease him, to make him wait, to make him suffer the same delicious agony he was putting you through. When the shirt fell away, you saw his eyes flicker down to your breasts, your nipples already tight and pebbled in the cool air.

He licked his lips. "Fuck. You're gorgeous."

You slid your shorts and panties down your legs in one smooth motion, kicking them aside, and lay back on the pillows beside him. The cool sheets against your hot skin made you shiver. You were completely bare now, exposed, your thighs already slick with anticipation.

Taehyung propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze raking over your body with the kind of hunger that made you feel worshipped. "Look at you," he breathed. "Already so wet. I can see the shine from here. You've been thinking about this too, haven't you? Thinking about touching yourself while I watch?"

"Yes," you admitted, your voice husky.

"Good." He shifted, turning to face you fully, his hand finally wrapping around the base of his cock. "Then let's not waste any more time. But we're going slow. I want to savor every second of this."

He started first, his fist sliding up the length of his shaft in a slow, deliberate motion, the skin stretching and glistening under the dim light. The sound a faint, wet as his hand worked his cock with practiced ease. He let out a low groan, his head tilting back, his eyes fluttering shut for just a moment before he forced them open again, locking onto yours.

"Your turn," he said, his voice strained. "Touch that pretty pussy for me."

Your hand drifted down, fingertips grazing your stomach, your hip, before finally slipping between your legs. The moment your fingers made contact with your slick folds, you let out a shuddering breath. You were so wet that your fingers slid easily, the soft, sticky sound of your own arousal filling the quiet room.

"That's it," Taehyung whispered, his strokes picking up pace just slightly. "Listen to that sound. That's the sound of you getting ready for me. Even though I'm not inside you, your body knows what it wants. Your pussy is begging for attention."

You circled your clit with two fingers, the pressure just right, and a soft moan escaped your lips. "God, Tae..."

"Don't hold back," he urged, his hand moving faster. "Let me hear you. I want to hear every wet, sloppy noise. I want to know exactly how it feels when you touch yourself. Tell me."

"It's so good," you gasped, your fingers working in a steady rhythm. "I'm so wet, I can feel it dripping down my fingers."

"I bet you taste amazing." His eyes were dark, almost black, his gaze fixed on the movement of your hand. "I can almost taste you from here. Sweet and salty and so fucking perfect. Don't stop, baby. Keep going. Let me see your fingers disappear inside you."

You pushed one finger inside yourself, then two, the slick sound deepening into a wet, squelching noise that echoed off the walls. Your hips lifted off the bed, chasing the sensation, and you let out a cry as your fingers curled, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

"Yeah, right there," Taehyung growled. "Fuck yourself for me. Make yourself feel good while I stroke this cock for you. Look at it." He angled his hips, showing you his fist sliding up and down his rock-hard length, the head swollen and purple, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that made his hand slide even easier. "I'm getting so hard watching you. I could come just from the sound of your pussy squelching around your own fingers."

The filth of his words sent a jolt of electricity through you, and your fingers moved faster, more desperate. Your breathing became ragged, tiny whimpers escaping with every exhale.

"Slow down," he said suddenly, his free hand reaching out to cover yours, stilling your movements. "Too soon. I told you, I want to stretch this. I want to see you build up and fall back down, over and over, until you're a trembling mess. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded, pulling your fingers out slowly, a string of slick connecting them to your pussy. You brought them to your lips, tasting yourself.

His breath hitched. "Fuck. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen.".

"Tell me what you're thinking about," he said, his voice a low rasp.

"I'm thinking about your hand," you admitted, your fingers tracing lazy circles around your clit, not yet pressing down. "Watching it move. Watching your cock disappear into your fist over and over. I want to taste it."

He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You're going to make me lose control. Keep talking. Tell me more."

"I want to feel the weight of it on my tongue," you continued, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to taste the salt and feel you twitch against my lips. I want to hear you moan my name while I suck you dry."

"Shit." His hand tightened around his cock, his strokes becoming more urgent despite his efforts to stay slow. "You're so fucking good at this. You know exactly what to say to make me insane."

You smirked, your fingers finally pressing down on your clit, rubbing in firm circles. A wet, slick sound rose from between your legs as your arousal coated your fingers and dripped onto the sheets.

"Listen," you whispered. "Listen to how wet I am for you. My pussy is dripping. It's making a mess."

Taehyung's eyes were glued to your hand, his breathing heavy. "I can hear it. It's the most beautiful sound in the world. Keep going, baby. Keep rubbing that little clit for me. Make it slick and swollen. I want to see it throbbing."

You shifted your hips, spreading your legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view. Your fingers moved faster, the sounds becoming sloppier, more desperate. A string of saliva-thick slick drooled from your pussy, catching the light.

"That's it," he praised, his voice raw with need. "You're doing so fucking well. Look at that, you're so wet you're practically making music. I love watching you touch yourself. I love seeing how your body responds. Your hips are already lifting, are you getting close?"

"A little," you admitted, your clit throbbing under your fingers. "But I want to wait. I want to do it together."

"Good girl." His hand slowed again, matching your pace. "We're going to come at the same time. I want to feel your eyes on me when I explode. I want to see you fall apart while I empty myself for you."

Your own hand was moving in a steady, circular motion, your fingers slick with your own juice. The sounds coming from between your legs were filling the entire room. You arched your back, your fingers dipping inside you again, gathering more lubrication, then returning to your clit.

"Tae, I need- " you started, but he cut you off.

"I know what you need." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You need to come. You need that release that's been building and building. But you're going to wait until I tell you. Until we're both ready. Can you do that? Can you hold off for me?"

"Yes," you breathed, but it was a lie. Your body was screaming for release, your clit aching, your thighs trembling.

"I see those little shudders," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're fighting it. Good. Keep fighting. Keep rubbing that soaking wet pussy. Keep your eyes on my cock. I want you to watch every inch of it as I stroke myself."

You obeyed, your gaze fixed on his fist sliding up and down his thick shaft, the way the skin glistened and the head disappeared into his grip, only to reappear, flushed and angry. You could see the tension in his arm, the way his abs clenched with every stroke.

"I'm so close," he admitted, his voice cracking. "God, the way you're looking at me... it's like you're fucking me with your eyes. I can feel it. I can feel your stare on my cock, and it's making me harder than anything else."

"Then let go," you urged, your own desperation bleeding into your voice. "Come for me, Tae. Let me see it."

He resumed his strokes, but this time he added a twist at the top of every upstroke, his thumb pressing into the slit of his cock, spreading the pre-cum that was now flowing freely. The sound deepened, a thick, wet soundthat made your mouth water.

"Listen to that," he said, his voice strained. "That's the sound of me losing my mind for you. Every drop of pre-cum is a thought of you. Every stroke is a prayer. I'm worshipping myself for you, baby, and it's the most fucking intimate thing I've ever done."

Your fingers were moving in a blur now, the wet sounds coming faster, louder, your breathing ragged. "Tae, please... I can't hold it much longer."

You let out a keening wail, your hips grinding into your hand as you circled your clit with desperate, frantic pressure. The sound was raw and needy, and it made Taehyung groan in response.

"Fuck, yes. That's it. That sound is going to push me over. Keep making those noises, baby. Let me know how much you need this."

"I need it," you gasped. "I need to come so bad."

"Lets cum together baby, are you ready?"

"Yes," you breathed.

Your fingers slammed against your clit in wild, frantic circles, and a scream tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed through you like a wave of pure fire. Your body arched off the bed, your pussy clenching around nothing, your hand slick with the flood of cum that gushed from you, soaking your fingers and dripping onto the sheets.

At the same moment, Taehyung let out a guttural roar, his back bowing, his fist pumping furiously as his cock erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot from the tip, landing on his stomach in hot, milky ribbons, pooling in the dip of his navel, sliding down his shaft as he milked every last drop. Each pulse of his climax made his body jerk, and his moans were raw, primal, animalistic.

For a long moment, the only sounds were ragged breaths and the wet, sticky noises of your bodies coming down from the high. You collapsed onto the pillows, your hand still resting between your legs, your cum cooling on your fingers. Taehyung lay beside you, his chest heaving, his stomach glistening with his own release.

He turned his head to look at you, a lazy, sated smile spreading across his face. "Fuck," he breathed. "That was... everything.

You couldn't speak. You just nodded, your lungs still burning, your body humming with aftershocks.

He reached out, his fingers finding yours, intertwining. "I loved watching you. Every sound, every twitch, every drop. You're so beautiful when you let go."

"And you," you managed, your voice hoarse. "I loved hearing you. The way you praised me, encouraged me... it made it so much better."

He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your slick knuckles, tasting your arousal without hesitation. "Next time, I want to watch you use a toy. But tonight... tonight was perfect."

You curled into his side, your sticky bodies pressing together, not caring about the mess. The room was filled with the lingering scent of sex, the memory of wet sounds, the echo of filthy words that had bound you together in a new, intimate way.

He kissed your forehead. "Thank you for trusting me with this."

"Always," you whispered, and let sleep pull you into a warm, contented darkness.

[bangfantanfic]

Still Life: 7.5

WARNING WARNING WARNING!!

this chapter is short and has SA in it. This is a removed scene from chapter 7 for readers who are uncomfortable with such themes. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH SCENES! you have been warned.

warnings: this series will deal with body image issues, toxic relationships, family issues, sexual themes, Non-con, possible rape, abusive themes and more. If that isn't your cup of tea please continue scrolling.

Authors note: yet another story. This one i have been posting on my ao3 account! feel free to sus it out there as well at King_myg As always, my stories follow dark themes so if this is something you aren't comfortable with I suggest looking elsewhere :) Enjoy! feedback is always appreciated.

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Unfortunately, once settling you into your bed, the line Taehyung had been so proud of had been erased. You had woken up for only a few seconds, grumbling to yourself, words indecipherable to his ears, as you flopped around like a fish. Your hands had tugged your long dress up over your tummy as you aggressively tried to tug down your panties. The soft, pudgy skin coming into view. Your body had been one of the first things Taehyung had noticed when he saw you after your grand return last week. Years ago, you had been tiny and fragile. There was very little meat on your bones, and you carried yourself with a miserable, diffident aura. There were many days Taehyung wanted to pull you aside and question your well-being. But that wasn’t his place. But now, years later, you lie in front of him full of soft flesh and a healthy, confident glow.

From there, all ability to hold himself back disappeared.

Taehyung doesn't know how it happened; it was like he blacked out, and when he came to, he was between your squishy thighs, his hands holding your legs apart, tongue working you like a starved man.

And god was he.

You squirmed, sleepy eyes struggling to stay open. Fingers desperately reaching to grab and push at him. Taehyung only held you closer, tongue working in practiced motions. His face was dripping, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, pulling your lips open, and your hips rolled against his mouth desperately despite your fingers yanking his hair trying to remove him. Your body was so conflicted, and that only seemed to excite him more. Your eyes were glossy, tears threatening to spill as you choked out incoherent pleas. Whatever it is you begged for, it fell on deaf ears.

As your whines grew louder, Taehyung's actions grew more desperate. His tongue flicked and sucked frantically, his hips rolling into the mattress, stimulating himself. Tears now streamed down your cheeks, whimpering as you chanted “no no no,” the heel of your palm pressing onto his forehead in a weak attempt to get him off. Your struggle has more desperation to it.

Maybe if Taehyung wasn't so lost in the smell, the taste of you, then he would have pulled away from you. Listened to your sobs as you begged him to get away. But some sick, disgusting part of him, deep down, enjoyed it. Revelled in the way you cried, begged, and whined, withering beneath his tongue. If you were more awake, how would you react? Would you behave the same way? Beg for more. Plea with him to get off. The man shivered at the thought. Desperation flooded his veins. He needed more.

Taehyung shifted the position, a groan leaving your throat. Your hips are twisting in an attempt to roll away from him. Laughing softly, Taehyung's grip on your hips tightened. “Miss Y/n, you didn’t really think I’m done with you yet, right?” He teased as he rearranged himself. “You haven’t even cum for me.”

Pretty, blown-out eyes peered up at him. They flickered all over his face, as if trying to commit it to memory. He couldn’t help the childish grin that spread across his lips. You were so cute. Flushed cheeks, bright, raw red lips from how much you gnawed at them. He had never seen you so disheveled and sloppy. He could cum just looking at you. Fuck, he almost did.  Gasping, your hips jerked upward. Your spine curving and eyes wide in shock. Taehyung shuddered at the contact, a low groan leaving his throat. You were slick, a mixture of your own fluids and his spit, and it coated him so prettily. Taehyung continued his gentle thrusts, gliding over you but never going past what he had deemed the point of no return. He wanted you sober for his first time. He may have done just about everything else, but Taehyung was a virgin. Penetrative sex was the only thing he had yet to do; Jiyoo wouldn’t let him or Jimin. So the duo satisfied themselves in other ways.

The dusty pink tip of Taehyung’s cock was weeping, begging for stimulation. Leaning back onto the heels of his feet, Taehyung began to jerk himself off, staring down at your glistening pussy. By this point, you were limp, eyes shut, and breathing even, asleep. Taehyung shivered. The thought of unlimited access to your unconscious body was thrilling. Maybe a little too thrilling. The feeling mixed with pleasure and fear did something for Taehyung. His body stiffened for a brief second before shuddering, having pushed himself over the edge. He watches as he spills over her, the sticky substance coating Y/n/s stomach so prettily. It was truly a work of art.

For the following hour and a half, Taehyung had his way with your comatose body. Almost every inch of your bare skin is covered in him, marked as his. The thought alone was enough for him to cum for the umpteenth time. Heaving a sigh, Taehyung dropped down beside your warm body, snuggling close. The mixture of his scent and yours mingled together made his heart race.

Now he understands all the fuss Jeongguk makes.

______________

a/n: very short chapter! i apologise. I just wanted to give a lil insight into what happened between tae and y/n. this is my first time writing smut so pls be gentle with me lol. next chapter will be back to normal full length and proceeding on with the actual storyline.

taglist is still open! sorry if i missed anyone or it didnt work :(

ily <3

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Elysian: a Latibule Spinoff

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: After a grueling heartbreak and ending an almost ten-year relationship, your local writer girlie is baaaack (with more emotional baggages that she should probably unpack in therapy but instead chooses to be overproductive so she wouldn't think about how she's now alone). I doooo hope you enjoy this! <33

Masterlist, Season 2

Prologue

You felt him before you could even open your eyes. 

His arm was wrapped around your waist, his hand plastered on your stomach. His solid chest secured you. You could feel his warm breath on your nape. He was warm.

He was real. 

You smiled when he pulled you closer, his voice particularly deep in the morning. “No waking up.”

You turned to face him, his face looked heavenly even with his eyes closed, peaceful even, you thought. Kim Seokjin looked like an angel. His lashes fluttered when you traced his cheek with your finger, his plump lips pulling into a smile. His hand cupped yours before planting a soft kiss on your palm. 

At that exact moment he opened his eyes, the most loving and kind eyes you had ever gazed upon, you felt the most happy. 

You felt the love you spent your whole life looking for.

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, catching the edges of his dark hair and casting a gentle glow over his features. For a moment, neither of you speaks. The silence between you is heavy with a quiet, sacred comfort, broken only by the sound of your synchronized breathing.

His grip on your waist tightens just a fraction, as if confirming to himself that you are truly there. The smile on his lips widens, crinkling the corners of those beautiful eyes you adore so much.

“Don’t wake up, sunshine.”

“We have to,” you told him as gently as you could.

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes searching yours for something you didn’t know. Slowly, Seokjin rested his head on yours as if he was trying to keep something that was slowly moving away from him. “I don’t want to lose this.”

“Lose what?” you asked.

“Us.”

You smiled and this time, it didn’t reach your eyes. 

“We already lost us.”

You woke up.

The room was dark.

He wasn’t here, you reminded yourself. He was never here.

—

“47% increase in recovery rate from last week’s experiment,” Kim Seokjin quietly noted as he tapped down on his tablet. The soft humming of the machines and the cold air made the atmosphere seemed more clinical than necessary. 

To anyone looking in, he was the picture perfect of a composed and collected man. 

To anyone looking in, he was merely conducting an experiment. 

To anyone looking in, Kim Seokjin was sane.

They couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

6 months, 13 days, 7 hours, 42 minutes.

That was how long it had been since he last saw you. The last time since he was able to rein in the monster lurking in him. He rationalized that there was no need to hide it anymore. After all, it was a part of him. 

Abandoning him was the worst mistake you ever made because by doing so, you unleashed hell on Earth. No longer was he pretending to be someone who was good. You broke the last chain. You broke the last resolve he had in him.

The man’s eyes were wide with terror as he looked at the place where his right hand used to be. Moments ago, the wound would not stop bleeding. The cut, although precise and somewhat clean from Seokjin’s ministrations, was also jagged at the edges, a testament to the fact that Seokjin hadn’t used a scalpel for the severance—he had used his own raw, manic strength.

“This is healing better than your left hand, wouldn’t you say?” Seokjin monotonously asked, peering down on him with dark eyes that didn’t seem to register the monster he had become. “Maybe when we get to your right foot, healing would almost be instantaneous. All set to be broken once again.”

The man whimpered at the mere thought of experiencing the same hell all over again, “P-please, j-just kill me. End t-this misery-”

“Shh,” he shushed while adjusting the dextrose, his tone emotionless. “We’ve been here a thousand times. You know begging won’t do anything. Aren’t I taking care of you so well that you’ll live even when I’m dead? Besides, aren’t you glad that you’re ‘voluntarily’ helping the medical community researching ways to save people?”

Seokjin turned to him and flashed him a smile so soulless one would wonder if there was still even an ounce of humanity left in him. “We do thank you for your service.” 

“Please. I’m sorry. I’m s-so sorry-”

“I’ve only been hurting you for months. You hurt her for years. I am certain I’ll forgive you when I run out of body parts to cut.

Oh, and of course you need not worry. No one will look for you. The Bangtan took care of your death certificate.”

—

“Good morning, Doc!”

You smiled at the receptionist as you greeted her warmly. You were looking at the chart she handed you. Your patient today was the first one assigned to you when you transferred to this province. A simple, veteran man who was ordered to undergo therapy before he could be cleared for active duty. 

The receptionist pointed to the small lobby where he was waiting. His back was ramrod straight, he was looking ahead, his stance as though he was on guard. You were certain that Minho would recover in no time. You were glad that his night terrors were becoming fewer as the sessions went on. He no longer sported the haunted look you first saw him in. His hands no longer tremble out of nowhere. 

Meanwhile, you wondered when you could sleep well again. If sleep requires peace, perhaps you would never again because each time you closed your eyes, all you saw was blood and violence and each morning just before you woke up, you’d see his eyes staring at you with both hatred and coldness.

Some nights though, you would dream about him chasing after you with a certain need in his eyes. Some nights though, you dreamed about him pointing a gun at you.

The worst was when you would dream about the life you could have had with him had he been anyone but who he truly was.

Doing the right thing for you wasn’t easy, and was it ever, not when saving you meant leaving him. Not when it meant leaving the version of him that you loved. You wondered if the person you fell in love with truly existed or was it just an act? Was he truly warm? Was he truly someone who would take his time to cook for you? Was he really that childish yet incredibly competent man you first fell in love with? 

Did that Kim Seokjin really exist?

Or was he merely a figment of your imagination?

Discovering that he was the darkness himself, one that you spent your entire life outrunning, tainted all the memories you had with him. Because when they said time heals all, they didn’t know what they were saying.

Time didn’t truly mean anything when you could still feel in your bones the chilling realization that he was part of the world you so badly wanted to escape from. Time was regardless when despite the fact that you knew who he was, who he truly was, a part of you still longed for the version of him you fell in love with. 

And how much it still hurts despite the distance you put between you and him.

“Have you been sleeping well?”

“Five hours last night,” Minho answered. 

“That’s good,” you wrote down his progress, smiling at him. You were pleased at his progress when just months ago, he only slept for less than an hour. “You’re doing so well now. I’ll clear you for active duty as soon as we finish the remaining sessions.”

Minho was quiet for a moment and when you looked up, his eyes were assessing you as though you were a case he needed to solve. “Have you been sleeping well?”

You blinked owlishly at his question and the intensity on which he worded it. You attempted to laugh it off. “Of course I am-”

“Liar,” he noted as he leaned in from his seat on the sofa. “Doc, your eyebags darkened a little bit more each time I return.”

“I-it must have been my concealer. I bought the cheapest one…”

He nodded, “Right. Nothing to do with the way you kept on looking on your shoulder like grim reaper himself would appear any moment to take you back to his lair.”

You opened your mouth when he shook his head. “All I’m saying is that if you don’t feel safe, you only have to say a word. You helped me. I want to help you back.”

Help was something you no longer believed in. It was something that brought you in this situation. It was the outreached hand that ran you out of Seoul. It was the help that made you fall for the executioner himself. 

Instead, you told him not to worry about you. Instead, you told him you were okay when you were farther from the truth.

—

The place you moved to was quaint and quiet, the exact opposite of what Seoul was to you. 

The walk home was slow and entirely too peaceful. Whereas the streets were filled with bustling establishments and busy people in the city with lights that never seemed to dim, here you could slow down. 

You could take your time. 

You could look up in the sky and clearly see the stars.

You could walk down the street, with fields on either side of you, and felt entirely safe. 

Here, people didn’t want to hurt you. 

Here, people couldn’t hurt you. 

The people who hurt you were now far away from you, you told yourself repeatedly hoping that one day, you would stop obsessively looking over your shoulder, waiting for someone to jump and hurt you again. 

You rented the top floor of a small, two-floor house with a garden that you always wanted to have. The seeds you planted were now blooming with flowers. This place may have been small and old, but this was yours, you thought. This was your safe space. 

When you moved in, the owner told you that the first floor was vacant for a while now and that a new tenant would move in next week.

When you went home, however, you saw the lights turned on on the first floor. Empty boxes were placed on the outside of the door of the first floor. 

The tenant must have moved early, you thought. Or late if you considered that it was already almost midnight.

Must have been from the city, you thought, seeing as it was late when she arrived.

With an exhausted sigh, you told yourself that you would instead introduce yourself the next morning. And with that, you 

You felt him before you could even open your eyes. 

His arm was wrapped around your waist, his hand plastered on your stomach. His solid chest secured you. You could feel his warm breath on your nape. He was warm.

He was real. 

You smiled when he pulled you closer, his voice particularly deep in the morning. “Found you.”

Season 2.1

[thegabbyh]

Oh MY GOOOD YOU'RE BACK WITH DOCTOR JIN I CAN'T BELIEVE KWBXJSBXJSNDN

Girl I miss you, really, welcome back

[wildestdreamsblog]

Elysian: a Latibule Spinoff

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: After a grueling heartbreak and ending an almost ten-year relationship, your local writer girlie is baaaack (with more emotional baggages that she should probably unpack in therapy but instead chooses to be overproductive so she wouldn't think about how she's now alone). I doooo hope you enjoy this! <33

Masterlist, Season 2

Prologue

You felt him before you could even open your eyes. 

His arm was wrapped around your waist, his hand plastered on your stomach. His solid chest secured you. You could feel his warm breath on your nape. He was warm.

He was real. 

You smiled when he pulled you closer, his voice particularly deep in the morning. “No waking up.”

You turned to face him, his face looked heavenly even with his eyes closed, peaceful even, you thought. Kim Seokjin looked like an angel. His lashes fluttered when you traced his cheek with your finger, his plump lips pulling into a smile. His hand cupped yours before planting a soft kiss on your palm. 

At that exact moment he opened his eyes, the most loving and kind eyes you had ever gazed upon, you felt the most happy. 

You felt the love you spent your whole life looking for.

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, catching the edges of his dark hair and casting a gentle glow over his features. For a moment, neither of you speaks. The silence between you is heavy with a quiet, sacred comfort, broken only by the sound of your synchronized breathing.

His grip on your waist tightens just a fraction, as if confirming to himself that you are truly there. The smile on his lips widens, crinkling the corners of those beautiful eyes you adore so much.

“Don’t wake up, sunshine.”

“We have to,” you told him as gently as you could.

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes searching yours for something you didn’t know. Slowly, Seokjin rested his head on yours as if he was trying to keep something that was slowly moving away from him. “I don’t want to lose this.”

“Lose what?” you asked.

“Us.”

You smiled and this time, it didn’t reach your eyes. 

“We already lost us.”

You woke up.

The room was dark.

He wasn’t here, you reminded yourself. He was never here.

—

“47% increase in recovery rate from last week’s experiment,” Kim Seokjin quietly noted as he tapped down on his tablet. The soft humming of the machines and the cold air made the atmosphere seemed more clinical than necessary. 

To anyone looking in, he was the picture perfect of a composed and collected man. 

To anyone looking in, he was merely conducting an experiment. 

To anyone looking in, Kim Seokjin was sane.

They couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

6 months, 13 days, 7 hours, 42 minutes.

That was how long it had been since he last saw you. The last time since he was able to rein in the monster lurking in him. He rationalized that there was no need to hide it anymore. After all, it was a part of him. 

Abandoning him was the worst mistake you ever made because by doing so, you unleashed hell on Earth. No longer was he pretending to be someone who was good. You broke the last chain. You broke the last resolve he had in him.

The man’s eyes were wide with terror as he looked at the place where his right hand used to be. Moments ago, the wound would not stop bleeding. The cut, although precise and somewhat clean from Seokjin’s ministrations, was also jagged at the edges, a testament to the fact that Seokjin hadn’t used a scalpel for the severance—he had used his own raw, manic strength.

“This is healing better than your left hand, wouldn’t you say?” Seokjin monotonously asked, peering down on him with dark eyes that didn’t seem to register the monster he had become. “Maybe when we get to your right foot, healing would almost be instantaneous. All set to be broken once again.”

The man whimpered at the mere thought of experiencing the same hell all over again, “P-please, j-just kill me. End t-this misery-”

“Shh,” he shushed while adjusting the dextrose, his tone emotionless. “We’ve been here a thousand times. You know begging won’t do anything. Aren’t I taking care of you so well that you’ll live even when I’m dead? Besides, aren’t you glad that you’re ‘voluntarily’ helping the medical community researching ways to save people?”

Seokjin turned to him and flashed him a smile so soulless one would wonder if there was still even an ounce of humanity left in him. “We do thank you for your service.” 

“Please. I’m sorry. I’m s-so sorry-”

“I’ve only been hurting you for months. You hurt her for years. I am certain I’ll forgive you when I run out of body parts to cut.

Oh, and of course you need not worry. No one will look for you. The Bangtan took care of your death certificate.”

—

“Good morning, Doc!”

You smiled at the receptionist as you greeted her warmly. You were looking at the chart she handed you. Your patient today was the first one assigned to you when you transferred to this province. A simple, veteran man who was ordered to undergo therapy before he could be cleared for active duty. 

The receptionist pointed to the small lobby where he was waiting. His back was ramrod straight, he was looking ahead, his stance as though he was on guard. You were certain that Minho would recover in no time. You were glad that his night terrors were becoming fewer as the sessions went on. He no longer sported the haunted look you first saw him in. His hands no longer tremble out of nowhere. 

Meanwhile, you wondered when you could sleep well again. If sleep requires peace, perhaps you would never again because each time you closed your eyes, all you saw was blood and violence and each morning just before you woke up, you’d see his eyes staring at you with both hatred and coldness.

Some nights though, you would dream about him chasing after you with a certain need in his eyes. Some nights though, you dreamed about him pointing a gun at you.

The worst was when you would dream about the life you could have had with him had he been anyone but who he truly was.

Doing the right thing for you wasn’t easy, and was it ever, not when saving you meant leaving him. Not when it meant leaving the version of him that you loved. You wondered if the person you fell in love with truly existed or was it just an act? Was he truly warm? Was he truly someone who would take his time to cook for you? Was he really that childish yet incredibly competent man you first fell in love with? 

Did that Kim Seokjin really exist?

Or was he merely a figment of your imagination?

Discovering that he was the darkness himself, one that you spent your entire life outrunning, tainted all the memories you had with him. Because when they said time heals all, they didn’t know what they were saying.

Time didn’t truly mean anything when you could still feel in your bones the chilling realization that he was part of the world you so badly wanted to escape from. Time was regardless when despite the fact that you knew who he was, who he truly was, a part of you still longed for the version of him you fell in love with. 

And how much it still hurts despite the distance you put between you and him.

“Have you been sleeping well?”

“Five hours last night,” Minho answered. 

“That’s good,” you wrote down his progress, smiling at him. You were pleased at his progress when just months ago, he only slept for less than an hour. “You’re doing so well now. I’ll clear you for active duty as soon as we finish the remaining sessions.”

Minho was quiet for a moment and when you looked up, his eyes were assessing you as though you were a case he needed to solve. “Have you been sleeping well?”

You blinked owlishly at his question and the intensity on which he worded it. You attempted to laugh it off. “Of course I am-”

“Liar,” he noted as he leaned in from his seat on the sofa. “Doc, your eyebags darkened a little bit more each time I return.”

“I-it must have been my concealer. I bought the cheapest one…”

He nodded, “Right. Nothing to do with the way you kept on looking on your shoulder like grim reaper himself would appear any moment to take you back to his lair.”

You opened your mouth when he shook his head. “All I’m saying is that if you don’t feel safe, you only have to say a word. You helped me. I want to help you back.”

Help was something you no longer believed in. It was something that brought you in this situation. It was the outreached hand that ran you out of Seoul. It was the help that made you fall for the executioner himself. 

Instead, you told him not to worry about you. Instead, you told him you were okay when you were farther from the truth.

—

The place you moved to was quaint and quiet, the exact opposite of what Seoul was to you. 

The walk home was slow and entirely too peaceful. Whereas the streets were filled with bustling establishments and busy people in the city with lights that never seemed to dim, here you could slow down. 

You could take your time. 

You could look up in the sky and clearly see the stars.

You could walk down the street, with fields on either side of you, and felt entirely safe. 

Here, people didn’t want to hurt you. 

Here, people couldn’t hurt you. 

The people who hurt you were now far away from you, you told yourself repeatedly hoping that one day, you would stop obsessively looking over your shoulder, waiting for someone to jump and hurt you again. 

You rented the top floor of a small, two-floor house with a garden that you always wanted to have. The seeds you planted were now blooming with flowers. This place may have been small and old, but this was yours, you thought. This was your safe space. 

When you moved in, the owner told you that the first floor was vacant for a while now and that a new tenant would move in next week.

When you went home, however, you saw the lights turned on on the first floor. Empty boxes were placed on the outside of the door of the first floor. 

The tenant must have moved early, you thought. Or late if you considered that it was already almost midnight.

Must have been from the city, you thought, seeing as it was late when she arrived.

With an exhausted sigh, you told yourself that you would instead introduce yourself the next morning. And with that, you 

You felt him before you could even open your eyes. 

His arm was wrapped around your waist, his hand plastered on your stomach. His solid chest secured you. You could feel his warm breath on your nape. He was warm.

He was real. 

You smiled when he pulled you closer, his voice particularly deep in the morning. “Found you.”

Season 2.1