Sweet

Sweet

Genre: Fluff/Lust

Pairing: Jin x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 1.55K

Warning(s): Some heated kissing and innuendos, but nothing too risqué.

Author’s Note: This is one of several stories inspired by these kissing story prompts. Please enjoy! 💕

Prompt: Kissing Jin in the kitchen for no reason at all.

Sweet

You folded your arms across your chest, starting to lose your patience. Jin continued to browse through the refrigerator’s contents, taking his sweet time, seemingly unaware that he was obstructing your path. Finally, your boyfriend settled on a bottle of sparkling water, grabbing it and straightening up. You let out a relieved sigh as he stepped back and you moved towards the fridge, but he shut the door just before you reached it. When he looked back at you, he found you wearing an annoyed expression you couldn’t hide.

“Oh, sorry, jagi.” He apologized with a smile, unscrewing the cap from his water. A fizzy hiss escaped the bottle. “Did you need something out of the fridge?”

A sassy remark immediately came to mind, but you held it back. You were trying to bake him a welcome home treat, but his broad shoulders seemed to block you at every turn in your cramped kitchen.

Choosing not to respond, you only sighed again and quickly pulled open the door to fetch the egg carton. As soon as you turned around, you saw Jin leaning against the counter, casually sipping his drink - right in front of the drawer you were just about to open.

You drew in a slow breath. You were trying not to overreact, you really were. You loved your boyfriend, and you loved having him home. These nights together were far too infrequent; he was often gone for work for weeks at a time and you missed him like crazy until he returned. But, to be perfectly honest, every time he was gone, you got kind of used to him not being around. So when he was around, there was always an adjustment period. It took you some time each time to remember how to share your home, and you had to remind yourself often to not get upset with Jin and his shoulders for simply taking up space. 

“Excuse me, baby.” You said as calmly as you could, approaching Jin and touching his arm. “I need to get by you.”

He didn’t hesitate to slide over, allowing you access to the drawer, but instead of moving to his right, as you’d anticipated, he moved to his left - and stopped directly in front of the oven.

Your sigh was unmistakably exasperated this time.

“What?” Jin asked, his eyes widening. “What did I do?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I’m sorry but could you just… not be in the kitchen for a while?” You asked.

“I just wanted a drink.” Jin frowned. “And to hang out with you, my amazing, beautiful, wonderful, smart, loving, talented, patient girlfriend who I’ve missed so much.”

You felt a pang of guilt - which you suspected was exactly his intention.

“Fine. But if you’re gonna stay in here, please try to keep out of the way.” You said, marching towards him. When you reached him, you leaned around his frame to punch the buttons to set the oven to preheat.

Jin made a crisscross motion over his heart, but his face wore a small smirk.

“And here,” You added, holding out a well-worn recipe card towards him, “Make yourself useful and read me the instructions while you’re at it.”

“I’m nothing if not useful.” Jin quipped, taking the card from you and scanning the recipe.

“What about handsome?” You joked as you organized your ingredients and tools on the counter, hoping he could tell you weren’t really upset with him.

“Useful and handsome.” Jin agreed, and the corner of your mouth lifted.

You glanced at him, and he returned your faint smile, his eyes telling you he wasn’t offended. He then brandished the recipe card, clearing his throat, and your hands hovered over the countertop, poised and ready.

“Step number one,” Jin recited in his best MC voice, “Give your baking assistant a kiss.”

You scoffed.

“What? No, Jin, just read me the instructions! Please.”

Jin feigned offense.

“I am!” He exclaimed. “I’m reading them word-for-word!”

“I’ve made this recipe a million times, I know for a fact it doesn’t say that.” You accused him, reaching for the card, but Jin held it against his chest, shielding it from your view.

“Yah, I’m just reading what it says!” He laughed, swatting your hand away. “It says right here,” He pointed to a random spot on the card, “That you have to give me a kiss before we start or the whole thing will fail.”

“Whatever.” You huffed dramatically, rising to your tip-toes to quickly peck Jin’s smiling lips. “There. Step one complete. Now, what’s step two?”

Jin pretended to study the recipe.

“Hmm, step two is… repeat step one.”

“Jin!” You groaned, shoving his shoulder. “Come on! Seriously, could you stop messing around and just read me the recipe? Please?”

Jin’s teasing expression faded, and he reached for your waist, gently pulling you closer.

“Jagiya,” He chuckled softly, touching your face, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Usually you don’t mind it when I mess around… Is something wrong? Did you have a hard day?”

“I’m just trying to do something nice for you.” You pouted.  “I just wanted to make you something sweet to welcome you home, but you’re making it difficult.”

“Jagi…” Jin smoothed his thumb across your cheekbone, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know… I really appreciate you wanting to do something sweet for me… but you should know that you are the only sweet thing I want right now.”

You looked up into Jin’s eyes, and found him gazing at you with such sincerity - such pure, unadulterated love - that your heart instantly melted, and your pout became a repentant frown.

“I’m not being very sweet, though.” You admitted guiltily. “You’re being sweet and I’m treating you like a brat.”

Jin smiled slowly, cupping your face with both hands, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“But you’re my brat, and I love you.” He exhaled, inclining your chin. He then lowered his head, his eyes slipping shut as he sought out your lips, and a pleasant shudder ran through you when he found them.

Jin kissed you sweetly at first, taking his time to enjoy the feel of you in his embrace again after so long, but his hands gradually trailed down your body as his soft lips pressed to yours, his languid kisses slowly burning hotter the lower his grasp travelled. Your blood rushing, all thoughts about baking or wanting Jin to stay out of your way rapidly fled your mind, until finally, he reached the backs of your thighs. Breaking his mouth away, Jin hoisted you up and turned around, sitting you on the counter in one quick movement, before you even had time to gasp. He then fit himself between your legs and anxiously reclaimed your lips, parting them with his tongue as his hands kneaded your hips.

And it was at that precise moment that a loud beep sounded over the pounding of your heart, indicating that the oven was done preheating.

“The oven,” You remembered, reluctantly tearing yourself away, “The oven’s ready and I don’t have anything to put in it.”

Jin regarded you with a smoldering expression as both of you panted, trying to catch your breath.

Then a mischievous spark glinted in his eyes.

“I have something to put in your oven.” He purred, and before you could react, he hefted you up over his shoulder.

“Jin!” You cried, laughing as he started carrying you out of the kitchen and towards your bedroom. “What about your dessert?!”

Jin continued striding confidently down the hallway.

“It’s right here.” He replied, patting your bum with his free hand.

You giggled, swinging your arms and legs lazily, not really fighting him.

“At least turn the oven off!”

You couldn’t blame him for his appetite, and you were in no mind to deny him. Because honestly, the way he’d just kissed you… He’d awoken the same hunger in you, too.

Reaching your bed, Jin slid you off of his shoulder and carefully deposited you on the edge of the mattress. 

“You’re right, jagi, I’ll turn the oven off. It’s about to get hot enough in here as it is.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the heat you felt spreading throughout your body.

“Okay, go ahead. If you’re sure you don’t want anything sweet tonight.”

Jin bent down to press a lingering kiss to your lips, and a wave of pleasure surged through you.

“I told you, jagi,” He whispered, his face hovering close, “You’re the only sweet treat I want. Tonight and every night.”

You smiled up at him, and stole another kiss, your teeth grazing his plump bottom lip.

“How about sweet and spicy?” You teased.

Jin straightened up, holding his tummy as he laughed his signature laugh.

“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled, making his way towards the door. “Just hold that thought, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, Jin?” You called after him, and he paused in the doorway.

“Yes, jagi?” He asked.

“I’m glad you’re home.” You smiled sweetly, and you truly meant it. Even though you'd been unjustly annoyed with him earlier, now you wanted nothing more than for Jin to share all of your space.

Jin’s expression softened, his gentle smile reaching his eyes.

“Me too, sweetie.” He agreed. “Me too.”

What’s your favorite food?

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↑ I’m just sad this isn’t my delivery boy, though. 😭

(Also, fettuccine alfredo. Just give me carbs and I’m a happy girl.)

Aight. Kiss prompt for Jin. In the kitchen. Reason? None other than he loves his S/O.

Thank you so much for this request, I really enjoyed writing it! I’ll post it tomorrow! 💕

Hello, lovelies! I hope everyone’s having a great comeback day!

I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be out-of-town all next week so I won’t be posting any stories.

BUT!

I’m currently working on a fun little series I’m super excited about!

I’ll start posting when I’m back and I plan to update every day! I hope you’ll all look forward to it! 💕

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Moonlight

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1.42K

Author’s Note: This is one of several stories inspired by these kissing story prompts. This is also written from Tae’s perspective, because I wanted to try something new, just for a little variety. I hope you like it! 💕

Prompt: Kissing Taehyung in the moonlight because you long for each other.

Requested by @blackwhiteandshadesofgradient

Moonlight

Wandering down empty cobbled streets and bricked alleyways with you, Taehyung felt lighter and more alive than he had in a long time. There was something magical about exploring an old city on a quiet night, and it naturally gave him a spring in his step. It seemed like you and Taehyung were the only two people in the world. Everything felt so wide open, completely free of complications and full of possibilities - and it was an exciting feeling.

You appeared to feel similarly carefree, floating along, practically dancing as you walked, until you abruptly stopped and your gaze drifted heavenward, towards the night sky.

When Taehyung realized you were no longer by his side, he turned around to find you. Spotting you a few paces behind him, your head leaned back and your face upturned, he smiled to himself as he backtracked to stand next to you.

“I don’t look up often enough.” You said as Taehyung drew near, not looking at him.

Taehyung glanced up at the sky, not sure what you were getting at, before returning his gaze to your face. 

“I mean, I can’t remember the last time I looked at the sky. Like, really looked.” You explained, tilting further back to fill your view. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked reverently.

“So beautiful.” Taehyung agreed, but he was still looking at you, his fond smile growing as he admired the way the faint light of the moon made your skin shimmer.

Taehyung loved the way light danced off of you. The golden rays of the sun, the harsh glare of fluorescent bulbs, the warm flicker of a candle, the blue glow of a screen - it didn’t matter. He found you absolutely radiant in any form of light.

But moonlight was his favorite.

When the soft silver beams swathed you, filtering through your hair and contouring your face with shadows, your luminescence seemed ethereal to him. Like you were a vision, or a dream. Or an angel, sent from above. 

He wasn’t shy about telling you all of this, either. He often stopped you abruptly, pointing his camera at you and claiming the light was hitting you just right. Embarrassed but flattered, you’d play along and pose for him, but when he’d rave about how gorgeous the picture turned out, you’d insist it had everything to do with his photography skills and nothing to do with your supposed radiance.

And every time you downplayed your beauty, something deep inside of Taehyung ached. Did you really not know? Did you really not know that you were stunning? Did you not know that he thought you were the most glorious person he knew, inside and out? Didn’t you know that your smile lit up his world, and set his heart alight? Couldn’t you tell how much he longed for you?

Didn’t you know that he was completely in love with you?

Just then, you swayed slightly, and Taehyung reflexively reached for you. He braced your arms as you lowered your head, and when your eyes met, you were both surprised to find your faces so close together. With only a breath between you, it was easy for Taehyung to see the white moon reflecting in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern plain on his face.

“I’m a little dizzy, but I’m fine.” You replied, your hands resting on his shoulders for support. “Just had a touch of vertigo, that’s all. It’s disorienting to look up for too long… I guess that’s why I don’t look at the sky very often.” You joked.

Taehyung relaxed, his gaze traveling down your face to your blossoming smile. He mirrored your expression, his eyes not leaving your beautiful lips. Then your smile widened, and he realized he was staring.

But you were staring at his lips, too.

Slowly, you slid your hands up Taehyung’s neck, your fingers weaving into the hair at the base of his head as you pulled him closer, and his skin tingled where you touched him. It felt so good to hold you in his arms, to share your warmth, to breathe in your scent.

Taehyung wanted to kiss you. He really did. Badly, his pounding heart reminded him. He had wanted to kiss you since you first met. But something always held him back.

You were unlike anyone else. You were special, and you deserved the world. You deserved someone who could give you everything, and would always be there for you. And Taehyung was afraid that, because of his hectic idol life, he couldn’t be that someone - no matter how much he wanted to be.

So maybe it was better if you didn’t know how he felt.

Reluctantly, Taehyung grasped your hands and gently removed them from his neck, giving you an apologetic look as he took a step back.

“Uh, I guess we should start heading back. It’s pretty late.” You chuckled, but Taehyung sensed the nervousness in your laugh - and the disappointment in your eyes. His heart dropped as you lowered your head and brushed past him to continue down the street.

“Wait.”

The word escaped Taehyung without volition, his baritone voice echoing down the deserted alley as his fingers closed around your wrist.

You immediately halted, then took a deep breath before turning back around. When you met Taehyung’s gaze, you appeared more fragile than he had ever seen you, and it nearly broke his heart.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” You replied dismissively. “But we should hurry and get back, the guys are probably wondering where we are.”

Taehyung tightened his grip on your wrist.

“No, I owe you an apology. And an explanation.”

You cast your eyes down uncomfortably.

“It’s okay, Tae. Really. I misread the moment. Let’s just forget about it and go, please.”

Taehyung shook his head, slipping a finger under your chin to lift your face.

“You didn’t misread anything.” He spoke softly, trying to reassure you. “I promise, I want to kiss you.”

Your moonlit eyes widened, and Taehyung couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from twitching up at your reaction.

“Then why didn’t you?” You asked incredulously.

Taehyung considered your question for a long moment. He thought he had a good reason, but the more he looked at you, your angel face glowing bright, the less sure he was.

Maybe he couldn’t give you the world…

But he could give you everything he had.

“Because I’m an idiot.” He finally said, cupping your cheek and pulling you to him, hastily drawing your mouth to his.

With abandon, Taehyung kissed you, and the moment your lips met, he knew he made the right decision. You melted against him, the curves of your body conforming to his every angle like you were made for each other, and your hands once again wove into his hair. His heart slamming against his ribs, Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and breathed you in, allowing himself to get lost in the moment. He had imagined kissing you so many times - had even come close once or twice before tonight - but actually feeling your smooth lips, tasting your sweet mouth, and touching your soft body was better than Taehyung ever imagined. He never wanted to let you go, and as you returned his kiss eagerly, humming happily and smiling against his lips, he regretted ever thinking this wasn’t a good idea.

“I’m an idiot and I’m sorry.” Taehyung said again, nuzzling his face against your neck. “I should have done this a long time ago. And I definitely should have done this a few minutes ago.”

“All is forgiven.” You sighed contentedly, caressing Taehyung’s cheek.

“Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, and chuckled when you shivered in response.

Then he leaned back and smoothed his thumb over your flushed lips, admiring how pink they looked despite the dim light.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in the moonlight?” He whispered.

You nodded.

“More than once. But I never get tired of hearing it.”

You smiled sweetly up at Taehyung, and his grin grew boxy in return. He was nearly giddy with happiness.

“Then I’ll be sure to tell you every night.” He promised, hugging you to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

You tightened your arms around Taehyung’s waist, and he peered up at the dark sky. Tonight’s moon really was spectacular, he had to admit.

But next to you…

It would always pale in comparison.