hiii!!! just read did you forget about back home and oh wow! 💯💯💯💯💯 loved it loved it!
I was curious if you'd be willing to write some sort of sequel where yn is pregnant and they go on their baby moon, with lactation kink added in? if it's not too much to ask of course! 🤭
thank you❤️
thank you for liking the fic! <3 so grateful for the love this fic has gotten bc i feel like i gave it like... the barest minimum of context required for the smut to make sense, since i was always intending on giving it a prequel where i more properly fleshed out each of jin and the reader's characters and set up how the arranged marriage came to be. thanks for the kind message!
i like this idea so i can definitely give it a try! i just have no clue when it'll be out, since i think i want to have the prequel out first and i've barely worked on that, so you'll have to bear with me. guess we'll be seeing a lot more of the did you forget about back home couple :')
can you do something with the elle photoshoot pleaseeeeee
hilarious that you'd ask bc i wanted to write a fic based on those photos.. guess we all thought of nasty things when they came out 😹😭 but i couldn't quite settle on a plot aside from knowing that power play had to be involved. so if anyone has any ideas i'll take them
smut list 2, prompt 8: ice cube cool down (went with #8 bc it was really calling to me for some reason)
warnings: 18+, MDNI!! Established relationship au. Very much pwp. Explicit sexual content: temperature play (ice play), fingering, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie.
word count: 2.8k
credits: Dividers from strangergraphics.
do not repost!! this is my original work.
The idea of summer was nice, sure, but you’d be the first to admit that the real thing sucked.
You could name about a hundred things you preferred over thick, muggy air that enveloped you without warning, a sun that beat down so hard that it was difficult to be outside before the early evening, and taking so many cold showers in a day that your hair was rapidly turning to straw. The worst part about the oppressive heat of summer? You couldn’t even cuddle with your boyfriend, had to roll away from Seokjin’s broad frame earlier that morning. You loved him, but he was like a radiator, and there was nothing less appealing than the prospect of having to peel your sweaty skin off his.
Today’s weather is perhaps the kind you hate the most, heat and humidity combining to create something truly awful. Making matters worse, your apartment’s air conditioner has been on the fritz, barely keeping the indoors cooler than outdoors, so there’s really no reprieve from the heat. You’re sprawled on the living room couch with a bag of frozen peas pressed to your flushed chest, your curtains drawn tight to prevent even a shred of light from coming in and making the space any hotter. Seokjin is plopped on the cool wood of the floor, scrolling idly through Netflix.
The black shirt he wears, the same one that you’d laughed at him for accidentally shrinking in the dryer, is more fitted than the loose silhouettes he prefers, and the thin layer of sweat that’s beading over his skin means that the shirt is nearly painted on now. If you look closely enough, you can almost see the outline of his pecs from where they press against the shirt’s thin material, a clear indicator his time in the gym was paying off. If nothing else, at least summer afforded you the chance to see your boyfriend without the several layers of clothing he favoured during the rest of the year.
Seokjin had the brilliant idea to get bags of ice earlier that he’s now dumped into a big bowl, and he fishes in it to plop a chunk into his mouth. He shakes the bowl slightly in offering. “Want some? It’s the nugget kind. Good stuff.”
You decline with a wave of your hand, content to relax with your rapidly-thawing frozen peas as your eyes lazily follow the sitcom he’s settled on.
He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
The screen quickly becomes less interesting than the scene in front of you: your boyfriend finding relief from the heat by dragging the little ice pellets across his neck and pressing them against his collarbones, uncaring of how the ice was melting, the rivulets staining his thin shirt. Once he’s had enough of that, he glides the rounded pieces across his thick lips, and your throat goes dry as he does. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think he was trying to get a rise out of you. You can do nothing but watch the subtle motion of Seokjin’s full lips taking in the ice and getting redder with the shock of cold.
The image of his lips stretched around the rounded pieces is oddly reminiscent of how it looks when he has your nipple sucked in between his plush lips, or when he takes your clit in between his teeth, as he often liked to do. Your body begins to heat up, and this time you can’t blame the weather.
Seokjin catches you staring, because you’re really not being subtle with the way you’re ogling him, but he assumes it’s envy you’re feeling. Really, it’s another one of the seven deadly sins that’s grasping you: lust. Your brain is telling you it’s far too hot to get close to anyone else right now, but your heart doesn’t care about logic, not when the sight in front of you is so erotic.
“You good, ______?”
It takes you a little too long to register that he’s asked you a question that requires an answer, because you’re too busy watching the path of the bead of water that slips past his bottom lip and glides down the length of his thick neck, tumbling to the neckline of his black shirt.
“Hmm?” You reply, a little dazed. “Sorry, I zoned out. It’s the heat.”
“The heat, huh,” Seokjin repeats dryly, seeing right through your dumb excuse. “Nothing else?” This time, he fixes his eyes on yours as he takes a frozen pebble between his lips, keeping it there for a brief moment before he takes it into his mouth and there’s no trace of it aside from an errant drop of water that cascades down his chin. You try to snap your eyes away, feign nonchalance, but the thrum between your legs is quickly becoming inescapable.
“Come here,” he murmurs, placing a piece gingerly between his lips. You peel off of the couch, bag of frozen peas long forgotten as you sit beside him on the cool floor. He leans in to mould his lips against yours and passes the rapidly-shrinking piece of ice to yours expertly, the sudden drop in temperature making you shudder.
Jin pulls away, and this time, he traces his thick lips with the ice and presses against your mouth again. The temperature difference between your mouths is noticeable, even though it only takes a few seconds before your body heat wins out and the coolness dissipates.
“Not a bad way to cool off,” you mumble. “Beats the frozen peas for sure.”
Seokjin chuckles. “I have a better idea, if you wanna try.”
You nod quickly, eager, and jump back a little as his fingers, cool from the bowl of ice he’d been rummaging in, brush against the hot flesh of your stomach to pull up the hem of your top. You take the hint, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind you. He places a few pieces of ice in his mouth and lets them melt before he closes his now-cool lips around each one of your nipples, pebbling them with sharp sucks and light nips of his teeth that you can’t decide whether you want to pull away from or keen further into.
The cold of his lips and teeth are a shocking contrast to your hot skin as he tugs and sucks at the heated flesh, but the initial shock quickly blurs into pleasure that makes you mewl, has your clit thrumming excitedly with anticipation.
When he pulls away, yet another drop of water ruining his shirt, you decide it has to go. “Take this off,” you nearly demand, yanking at its hemline. You watch, bemused, as the shirt’s seams threaten to tear with how fast Seokjin peels it off of his broad shoulders.
Though the tight shirt was doing him a lot of favours, you weren’t sad to see it go, not when it was in the way of the real view. The creamy skin of his defined chest is revealed to you, and it’s your turn to drag the ice across his firm pecs, down his toned abdomen, watching as he shivers from the sudden chill.
“Looks like you needed to cool down, too,” you tease, picking up another piece of ice as the first one melts, leaving a wet trail in its wake. This one, you circle around the pigmented flesh of his nipples, and his intake of breath is audible when you press the shrinking ice lightly against the hot skin. His loose shorts have begun to noticeably tent, showing you just how much he’s enjoying your activities.
Before you can keep going on him, Seokjin pulls your shorts off. You hadn’t bothered with underwear; they were just another layer that’d trap heat against your body, and it’s not like you cared much for modesty at home. He raises a dark eyebrow at you, but the way his eyes quickly snap back to your slick folds tells you he’s not complaining.
The seemingly never-ending supply of ice in the bowl comes in handy when he plucks a piece up, rolling it between his index finger and thumb and spreading your thighs apart with his other hand. When he presses his cold palm to the heat of your core, your first instinct is to recoil, and the slide of a chilly finger into your now-weeping cunt makes you gasp aloud, hand instinctively moving to clutch his wrist. “Fuck, that’s cold.”
Seokjin withdraws immediately. “You want to stop?”
It’s not long before the initial shock fades into pleasure, and you shake your head. It’s the push he needs to add another finger, fucking both lazily into you. His rhythm is slower than you’d ordinarily like, but in combination with the chill of his palm as it brushes against your heated core, the feeling is heady. Before long, you’re letting out soft whines.
The cool fingers of his free hand part your folds a little, just enough to expose the small nub of your clit, and press a rounded piece that you hadn’t even notice he’d picked up right over the sensitive region. Your thighs snap shut around Seokjin’s wrist, a reflexive response to the cold, but a wiggle from the fingers still buried inside of you has your legs falling back open.
The feeling isn’t quite the numbness that comes with the cold, but instead a burn that’s almost unbearable against the nerve endings of your clit. You don’t know whether to focus on the burn or on the now-punishing pace of your boyfriend’s fingers stretching you open. “Holy shit,” you choke. “S-stings.” You press your body back into the uncomfortable wood of the floor to get as far away from the ice as possible, but you’re no match against the unyielding strength of your boyfriend’s arm, so you can do nothing other than wait for the melt of the ice.
“Aw, but I thought you were feeling hot, though,” Seokjin coos, tone condescending. “Thought you wanted to cool down. No?” With that, he withdraws his fingers from you, and your walls flutter disappointedly at their loss. He’s quick to replace his fingers with another piece of ice, which he drags down your slit, relishing in how you squirm. But rather than dragging it against your throbbing clit as you’d expected, he slowly pushes the small piece into your entrance as he rubs lazily at your clit with a cool finger.
The ice’s size is, of course, no replacement for the fingers that had been stretching you, but your spine goes ramrod straight for a different reason. A cry falls out of your lips at the sudden burn of the ice against the heat of your walls.
“God, Jin,” you sob, frame slumping forward in overwhelm. “’s cold.”
Seokjin grins, devilish. “Kind of the point, babe.”
It feels like it’s taking too fucking long for the ice to disappear, and all you can do is writhe as you wait for the sting to ebb away. After what feels like an eon, the ice melts, and you’re glad to be met with the familiar grooves of your boyfriend’s fingers, now back to a somewhat normal temperature, as they curl against your aching walls. But that’s the only relief you get, because the pace of his fingers is borderline brutal now, making wet, sloppy sounds facilitated by the remnants of the ice and your own slick.
Your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. Despite all of Seokjin’s hard work cooling you down, the telltale heat of an impending orgasm runs down your body, pooling deep in your gut. With a few last harsh pumps inside of you, your walls tighten around your boyfriend’s now-drenched fingers, heart thudding in your chest as you let out a string of curses interspersed with his name.
“Feel good?” he asks, like he already knows the answer to the question.
You nod quickly. “Feel great. But how’s it fair if only I get to cool off?” you murmur, voice dripping with pretend concern.
Seokjin’s eyes narrow, like he’s not quite sure what you’re about to do, but when you scoop up a few pieces of ice and plop them into your mouth, he figures it out pretty quickly. As you swirl the pieces around in your mouth, your cold fingers slip past his waistband, a smile tugging at your lips when you realize he’s also foregone underwear. His length is hot and throbbing in your hand, and when your hand squeezes around him, it’s his turn to be shocked by the ice’s chill. “Fuck. Warn me next time,” he hisses.
The ice in your mouth has more or less melted, and before your mouth and tongue can get too warm, you lean down to guide the leaking tip of his cock past your lips. You’re met with a near-instant buck of his hips that pushes more of his length into the chill of your mouth, making you cough in surprise. The groans you coax out of Jin in response are worth the stretch of your throat as it quickly becomes raw.
“Cold enough yet?” you tease, slipping a few more pieces of ice in your mouth as you take a second to breathe. When you take him down your throat again, you’re met with a salty taste that tells you just how much he’s enjoying this, and that wills you to go as far down as you can on him. You watch intently as he squeezes his eyes shut, working his teeth into his lower lip; his expressive reactions have your pussy clenching around nothing.
Seokjin doesn’t let you keep going for much longer before slipping out of your mouth, his flushed tip falling against your chin. “Flip over,” he grunts, pulling a pillow off of the couch so your knees don’t bruise on the hard wood. You barely have a moment to catch your breath before you oblige.
You’re both so worked up, and it's just so hot, that he doesn't bother with any of his usual teasing, just gathering enough moisture at the head of his fat cock to ease the slide in. With a snap of his hips, he’s all the way inside of you, and it feels like your breath is knocked out of you. “Shit, baby,” you whimper at the stretch. “So good.”
He only gives you a few beats to adjust to the intrusion before he begins driving his hips forward in earnest, thrusts accompanied by sharp breaths. Clearly, he’s too affected by your earlier foreplay to hold back any longer. Jin’s pace is so fast your eyes are going unfocused, but you’re grateful because the blistering speed means his hot skin is pressed against yours for the shortest time possible, allowing him to fill you up without either of you getting overwhelmed by the heat. It’s a win-win situation, really.
Of course, you’d prefer to have a full view of your boyfriend’s face and watch all of his little reactions as he fucks you, but at least his cock stretches you out nicely in this position. When your arms get weak, sending your chest to the cool floor and your hips upward, it lets the head of his dick kiss a spot inside of you that has your toes curling and Jin groaning. “F—fuck,” you pant out.
Seokjin drags a few pieces of ice down your spine, making you whine in surprise. Your skin is burning so hot, you’re almost shocked there isn’t an audible sizzle when the ice meets your back. “Liked that?” he grunts in response to the way your cunt squeezes around him, slowing his pace to a languid roll. His thrusts are getting more and more irregular, and it’s clear he’s falling apart himself.
You bring a hand down to toy with your clit, needing just a bit of additional stimulation to push you to your end. Your body goes almost feverish as your orgasm washes over you, making any sort of cool relief the ice might have granted disappear. You cry out something that maybe sounds like Seokjin's name as the muscles of your pussy begin to spasm hard around the intrusion, and a few sloppy thrusts later he spills into you, grunting low as he does.
Your knees, evidently tired of bearing your weight, begin to shake on the pillow your boyfriend had so thoughtfully given you. You roll over onto your back, catching your breath as you take in Jin’s appearance: skin flushed, hair dampened by sweat, but handsome as ever. When you catch his eye, he smiles tiredly, chest still heaving.
“Fuck, I’m hot again,” he pants. “Need a cold shower.”
“So much for cooling down,” you mutter, trusting your shaky legs to get you to the bathroom.
Perhaps you could be convinced to tolerate summer. With the appropriate accommodations, of course.
it’s been unbearably hot this week, so it felt appropriate to post this today lol i hope everyone is staying as cool as possible! thank you for the request, anon 💛
part of my drabble challenge! requests are still open!
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 eye 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.
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 😙
going straight to hell is exactly how i feel when i write 98% of my work ngl so it's funny that it comes across for readers too 😭... thank you for taking the time to leave a lovely comment 😽😽😽💕💕
id like to request prompt #1 or #8 from list 2 , whichever u like— with seokjin wearing a slutty black tee in yellow color grading today for elle korea magaxine on mind thank u ily
of course, i love YOU for sending this request! i'm assuming you mean smut list 2 but correct me if i'm wrong and you meant fluff or angst 😭
i remember you saying that you wrote 3 fics in a month and you have posted 2 so far, so can we expect another one soon? no rush ofcourse i just really love your writing! you dont have to reply if you feel uncomfortable
no worries i'm not uncomfortable at all! thank you for liking my writing :) the other fic i finished is the e2l tennis fic i've been talking about since the beginning of time, and it's set during the US open which is in late august-early september, so i'll be posting it around then. i'm just annoying like that and wanted to make sure the timelines lined up 😔😭 so that one specifically will be out towards the end of the summer. but in between now and then, i'll be doing the drabble challenge or taking on shorter requests since i can write those pretty quickly! maybe i'll post a oneshot although i kind of hate my other wips right now
hi … i want to try request some drabbles or maybe a one shot story. about #15 smut with trope enemy to lovers i guess? idk i just want to see seokjin mad or something LOL
tell me if i was wrong to request it
omg no you definitely weren't wrong to request this, i really appreciate you even sending a request and not letting the challenge flop 😭❤️ but which of the smut lists did you want #15 from? i just want to make sure i properly write what you asked for!
i'm trying to improve my writing and try out new ideas/themes. i've seen other writers do these and i figured there's no better way to practice writing than with a drabble challenge!!
divider from anitalenia!
how it works
send me an ask with a prompt from one of the lists below and i'll write a drabble/short fic (<2-3k words) for it:
smut: 1, 2, 3
fluff: 1, 2, 3
angst: 1, 2, 3
if you want a specific dynamic or au with your prompt, feel free to specify; ex.: enemies to lovers, soulmates, medical, royalty, etc. you can even combine an idea from the fluff or angst lists with something from the smut list, it's totally up to you!
once a prompt has been requested, i'll take it off the list.
if you request something from the fluff or angst lists, you can specify whether you want there to be smut in it or not. if not specifically included in the request, there won't be smut in requests for prompts from the fluff/angst lists alone.
my regular rules for requesting still apply: i'm not a very fast writer so idk how long the drabble may take to come out, there are certain things i won't write about, and i will only be writing for seokjin
so, an example request might look like: "#10 from angst list 2" (won't have smut since it wasn't asked for), "last hurrah from smut list 3 with royalty au", "#4 from fluff list 3 with #2 from smut list 1", etc.
all requests are intended to be standalone, but if a finished drabble inspires me i'm open to continuing it as its own fic
all works will be tagged as '1204dc' if you want to follow along with the challenge!
requests will remain open probably until early august, or for as long as people are still interested and requesting! send as many or as few as you want. i'm looking forward to seeing (and writing) what you come up with 👩🍳
hi I love your writing omg!! "did you forget about back home" was so hot ahh do you have any tips for writing??
Thank you so much anon, this was such a nice message to get 🫂🫶
i'm very grateful for the love this fic has gotten but at the same time very surprised bc i feel like i didn't do enough in this fic to like. build up the relationship between seokjin and the reader, since i intended it to be a follow-up to a fic i'll eventually write that will have the full background/development of how they came to be together. i was mainly planning to use this fic to fill (no pun intended 😉) the breeding kink request i got, but it seems like the little development worked for this fic? haha
i don't think i'm in any position to be offering writing advice to anyone lolll i am super flattered that you'd ask though 😭 i guess the best tip is to write what you like, because it comes across clearly when you're interested in your writing (versus when you're not) and it's genuinely fun to read a fic when the author is passionate about it. even if you think a fic has something only you will be interested in, someone else might like what you've written because your passion/interest will show through in the writing itself!
For writing smut in particular, experience also helps a lot - doesn't just have to be personal experience but also experience from reading other smut. especially if you're new to writing it, reading smut helps a lot with the structure or pacing to use in a smut scene, so read lots of smut if you plan on writing it. also this is true for any form of writing, but you should have some rough outline of what you want the fic to look like. it doesn't have to be in any specific detail (mine never are), just have a sequence of events you want the fic to follow.
i'm trying to improve my writing and try out new ideas/themes. i've seen other writers do these and i figured there's no better way to practice writing than with a drabble challenge!!
divider from anitalenia!
how it works
send me an ask with a prompt from one of the lists below and i'll write a drabble/short fic (<2-3k words) for it:
smut: 1, 2, 3
fluff: 1, 2, 3
angst: 1, 2, 3
if you want a specific dynamic or au with your prompt, feel free to specify; ex.: enemies to lovers, soulmates, medical, royalty, etc. you can even combine an idea from the fluff or angst lists with something from the smut list, it's totally up to you!
once a prompt has been requested, i'll take it off the list.
if you request something from the fluff or angst lists, you can specify whether you want there to be smut in it or not. if not specifically included in the request, there won't be smut in requests for prompts from the fluff/angst lists alone.
my regular rules for requesting still apply: i'm not a very fast writer so idk how long the drabble may take to come out, there are certain things i won't write about, and i will only be writing for seokjin
so, an example request might look like: "#10 from angst list 2" (won't have smut since it wasn't asked for), "last hurrah from smut list 3 with royalty au", "#4 from fluff list 3 with #2 from smut list 1", etc.
all requests are intended to be standalone, but if a finished drabble inspires me i'm open to continuing it as its own fic
all works will be tagged as '1204dc' if you want to follow along with the challenge!
requests will remain open probably until early august, or for as long as people are still interested and requesting! send as many or as few as you want. i'm looking forward to seeing (and writing) what you come up with 👩🍳
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