Whats Your Favorite Food?

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.)

Deeper

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Author’s Note: This is one of several stories inspired by these kissing story prompts. This is also heavily inspired by the song Serendipity, and is a tiny bit of a departure from my usual writing style, so I hope you like it! 💕

Prompt: Kissing Jimin in the water because you confess your feelings.

Requested by @bucky-thorin-winchester

Deeper

Standing on the seashore with your toes sinking into the wet sand, you felt like you were balanced on the edge of a precipice. If you took a step forward, everything would change. One step forward, and you would fall. And if you fell, you would eventually land. There was a significant chance the landing would be hard, that it would break you into a million pieces. But there was also a chance that someone would catch you. He was just waiting for you to take that step.

“Are you coming? Or are you going to stand on the beach all day?” Jimin called back to you, already waist-deep in the lapping water. Sunlight reflected off the water droplets on his shirtless, toned back, giving the impression that he was shimmering.

Sighing, you grasped the hem of your coverup and pulled it up over your head. Tossing your garment aside, you lingered at the water’s edge in your swimsuit, still trying to decide what to do.

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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.”

My birthday is 7 days (and 7 years) before Hobi’s. 😊

Oh my gosh, can you imagine what a joint birthday party with one of the boys would be like? 🥺 *makes gimme hands*

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