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Turn Back Time (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor!reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

warnings: bodyswap au (kind of), alternating pov, teenage insecurities, bullying, Seokjin is confused, mention of sports injury, thirst, mentions of hangover, sassy thirteen year olds, mentioned infidelity (not between main characters), cheating (like in sports), swearing, angsty confessions, smut warnings: nudity, Seokjin pops a semi at the wrong time, soft!dom Jin, making out, heavy petting, dry humping, nipple play, unprotected s*x (wrap it before you tap it)

word count: 13.3k a/n: a very happy early 30th bday to our WWH! This is my submission for the Catch of The Century collab hosted by myself, @joheunsaram, and @kithtaehyung! I was super excited writing the role reversal with Seokjin, and 13 Going On 30 is only one of my favorite movies ever (seriously, it never misses on every single rewatch). I also just miss Jin so much T_T I hope you all enjoy 💜 also ty to Mars for beta-reading this as well!

listen to the playlist here!

The envelope crinkles as it’s handed to Seokjin, and his heart drops before he can even pause his iPod and yank his earbuds out, the Black Eyed Peas providing the soundtrack to his humiliation. 

Sighing, he looks at his face twisted mid-expression, half-smile and half-grimace, the metal of his braces glinting against the camera flash, and wonders why the photographer had even bothered counting down if he wasn’t going to wait for him to smile for the photo anyway. Not to mention the packet had been inappropriately labeled “Suckjin”. His eomma would be so disappointed. Looking around, he pushes his glasses up onto his nose before shoving the damn thing into his backpack, where it hopefully wouldn’t see the light of day for a few more hours.

“Kim!”

Seokjin bites back a groan at the voice bellowing in the hallway, turning to see Jackson Wang and his posse of baseball boys strolling up to him. He and Jackson weren’t friends, at least not in the traditional sense of the word, but it wasn’t like they hated each other either. They had a mutual agreement - Seokjin would offer to do Jackson’s algebra homework for the semester, and Jackson promised him a try-out spot for the school’s baseball team.

To Seokjin, it was worth it. The baseball team was at the height of status in their janky middle school - everyone knew the players on the team were the coolest, sporting the finest threads walking through the hallways, and tipping their caps to make the girls scream. But it was more than that - for as long as he could remember, Seokjin had always been the lame kid. The one that faded into the background, hiding his acne-laden face under his mop of dark hair, constantly fiddling with his glasses. He hated that.

For once, he wanted to be the special one. The one who hit the winning home run at the game, the one who made all his fellow students and teachers scream with joy, who brought the school to victory. Then no one would ever forget him again. And now, with a try-out spot on the horizon, he finally got his chance.

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So for your special event, I'd like to request a drabble for one of my favorite floofy couples: KSJ and Y/N from Useless Magic. I was so torn between their wedding or their wedding night, both make me smile, but I am going for wedding night after a lovely and cute wedding. For zee smut scene may I formally request a fully non-submissive Y/N who rocks her new husband's world with new magical sexy times on their wedding night? I do love a soft, nurturing, floofy Seokjin who's just so in love with his new wife and is left spent by her (in a good way) in the end. This couple makes me want to pinch their cheeks! Thank you in advance if you choose to write it! 🌹

Ahhh thank you so much for sending this in!! I adore this couple so much, they have to be one of my favorite ones I’ve ever written. Esp this Jin… if OC hadn’t gotten his hand in marriage I would’ve. I hope you enjoy!

sparks

pairing: baker!Jin x witch!reader (the very same ones from Useless Magic)

warnings: nsfw, very soft romantic smut, cursing, needy Seokjin, oral (m. receiving), handjob, protected sex, lotsa fluff too bc it’s them

word count: 1125 (I got carried away bc I love them so much)

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“Go! Go! Go!” Seokjin chuckles, your hand in his, pulling you down the hallway toward the elevators with him. The two of you had made a well-timed escape from the reception, seeing as a very drunk Yoongi had started giving everyone demon eyes, before being dragged out by Namjoon and his girlfriend.

The two of you pause, flushed and panting, Seokjin reaching over your enclosed hands (now complete with sparkling wedding rings), to press the button that would take you up to your suite for the night. 

Stepping in together, your hand never leaves his as he leans down to rest his head in the crook of your shoulder. A content silence forms in between the two of you as you ride upwards, Seokjin extending your arm outwards so he can press soft kisses up its entire length, stopping when he gets to your ring finger. 

“Tired?” he croaks out, pressing a kiss to your hair as the elevator comes to a stop. Looking up at him, his eyes sparkle down at you, and you feel your heart stop beating for a moment. Growing up in a world of magick, you were no stranger to the most peculiar and enchanting of things – you saw them every day out on your walks in the magical forest when you collected items to bring back for Magic Shop. Yet right here, right in this moment, the look in your new husband’s eyes was the most spellbinding thing you’d ever seen. 

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The door is barely pushed open before Seokjin’s lips descend on yours, arms wrapping around yours to pull you closer to him as he dips you down towards the floor. Smiling into the kiss, you realize he still tastes like the last bite of wedding cake you’d fed him - a plain chocolate raspberry truffle cake. He had insisted on baking it without magic for your special day, and while he’d been stressed out over the whole ordeal, trying to make it perfect, your heart flutters at the late nights you two had shared in the kitchen, covered in flour and eggs after trying to help him calm down. 

Walking backwards, he falls with you onto the couch, breaking from your parted lips to bury himself into your neck, pressing kisses to your pulse point that have your breath catching in your throat. Feeling yourself begin to heat up at his ministrations, you nudge the back of his thigh with your foot, and he detaches from your neck. His irises are blown wide open, glimmering under the moonlight that seeps into the room.

“Baby,” you stroke his hair. “As much as I’d love to get right down to it, these wedding robes are making me sweat.”

Seokjin’s lips push together into a soft oh!, lifting himself off of you and turning away to give you privacy to change. You shake your head at how adorable and shy he is, despite the two of you being married now. In no less than five seconds, you’ve transfigured out of the heavy robes, tip toeing up behind Jin and tapping him on the shoulder, signaling you’re ready to continue. 

“Shit,” he breathes out, looking at the lacy lingerie that now adorns your body. “I forgot you could do that.”

“Allow me to show you more of what I can do,” you giggle, pulling him back into the bedroom with you. 

The two of you tumble back onto the bed, all soft sighs and breathy giggles. Your fingers work furiously to undo Seokjin’s buttons, wishing you could just use magic to make his shirt disappear, but you knew how attached he was to his crisp button ups. His lips continue to work their way down your body, nestling in the valley between your breasts, when all of a sudden, you give him a light tap. He pulls away, breathing heavily, and you take the opportunity to flip yourself over him, straddling his hips.

“Let me fuck you,” you whine, watching Seokjin’s eyes widen at your proposition as you feel him harden beneath you. “Let me take care of you.”

Pressing kisses down his chest, you lower yourself to the bulge in his pants, prompting him to push his hips up gently so you can slip them off, along with his boxers. You plant a kiss in between his thighs, and smile watching your husband’s ears redden. Feeling the way his skin heats up under your touch, you decide to put him out of his misery, your glossy lips coming to wrap around his cock.

Underneath you, Seokjin is all breathy moans, fists clenched and hips locked as he resists the urge to lose himself in the pleasure and begin bucking up into your mouth. 

“Like it?” your lips come off with a “pop”, and all Seokjin can do is nod as your hand works up and down his length, sending shivers down his spine. A bead of sweat makes its way down his forehead, his skin feeling like it’s on fire, all the blood in his body rushing to the point where your hand meets his cock. 

Before he can release, the sensation is gone, and he lets out a low whine, pouting at the loss of contact.

“Baby,” you moan, pulling your panties to the side. “Don’t you want to come around me instead?”

Sliding down slowly, you reach over to push the messy strands of hair off Seokjin’s face, a soft smile crossing his handsome features as he snatches your hand, fingers gripping it tightly as he rests it by your sides. You continue to grind your hips down on him, loving the way his low moans make you feel even better, the two of you approaching the brink at the same time.

Gasping, you feel the coil within you begin to snap, bouncing against him harder. A sharp exhale interrupts your orgasm, and you look to see Seokjin, eyes wide, gesturing to your enclosed hands.

Golden sparks erupt from the point of contact, his eyes widening at the strange display. Tears prick your eyelids - the sparks only showed when a witch or wizard met their true soulmate, something you thought you’d never experience after leaving magick school. Surging forward, you mold your lips to Seokjin’s as he stifles a groan underneath you, hands coming up to brush against your sides as he explodes, spilling into the condom.

“Thank you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he comes down from his high. He looks at you, dazed, pretty lips parted in confusion at your reaction. Deciding not to question it, he lifts you off of him and presses you against his warm body, a content sleepiness washing over the two of you. Life would only get better with Seokjin by your side.

heaven coming through (KSJ x GN!reader)

pairing: astronaut!Seokjin! x reader (no specified pronouns) genre(s): angst, fluff, smut au(s): post-apocalyptic au, space au (pt. 2 to the astronaut) word count: 3.2k warnings: post-traumatic stress disorder, scenes of natural disaster, pregnancy loss, pov switch, flashbacks, existential crises, lots of astronaut lyric references, smut warnings: one night stand, virgin!reader, fingering, making out, unprotected seggs (put your spacesuit on before you launch off) rating: 18+

summary: Seokjin returns home, no longer the same as he knew it, only to find a light in the darkness of the galaxy.

a/n: i literally haven’t stopped crying over the astronaut since it released. i just couldn’t leave Jin’s story unfinished, I need him to be happy in every alternate reality. i hope you all enjoy! <3

The park is nearly unrecognizable from the last time he’d been there. In the ground, the cracks from that fateful day still persist, the turnt-up soil reminding him of how everything had changed in the blink of an eye. And yet, new life blooms, flowers he didn’t know the names of taking root between the fissures, laying in a bed of grass. Seokjin grits his teeth. Their beauty meant nothing to him, strange organisms in what felt like an even more foreign world.  All it served was to remind him of what he’d lost.

He wonders if he’s an idiot for returning the moment he heard your voice, powering up his ship immediately to re-enter the atmosphere. For all he knows, it could have been a hallucination, fueled by the madness of five years alone in space. But it didn’t matter, because the moment he heard you cry for help, a pang of longing struck his chest. He’d been able to trace the signal to a broad geographic area before it died, which meant you were still around where he’d last seen you.

Help us, you’d said. Seokjin dares himself to believe in his wildest fantasies, to trust that you’d made it, along with the child he’d never gotten to be a father to. Although he’d spent the last five years on a fruitless question, he dared to dream one last time.

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the astronaut (KSJ x GN!reader)

pairing: astronaut!Seokjin! x reader (no specified pronouns) genre(s): just angst… i’m sorry au(s): post-apocalyptic au, space au word count: 1.7k warnings: implied character d*ath, scenes of natural disaster (in flashback form), sad thoughts, PTSD rating: 18+

summary: what meaning is left of the fallen planet’s remaining life? or, Seokjin searches for answers.

a/n: this just came to me really randomly… i’m not sure what it is or what it means (tbh I wrote it bc I couldn’t sleep), but it sprung forth from the emotions I have surrounding the enl*stment news as well as anticipation for Jin’s new single. It’s a lot, and different than what I usually write, but I hope you give it a chance <3 thanks to Mars @joheunsaram​ for reading it over for me!!

please listen to: the whirling ways of stars that pass | the scientist | 134340

The red gleam of the digital clock casts an strange glow against the metal walls of the ship, the seconds ticking by. For something that once held the utmost significance, it remains woefully ignored now, the inevitable continuity of time seeming a sharp contrast to the stillness that exists outside the window. Stars ripple against the black curtain of fabric of the galaxy that  Seokjin floats through, their twinkling the only thing that reminds him that he’s still alive.

Sighing, he glances towards the clock for the first time in months, his body freezing when he sees how much time has gone by. 

5 years. On the dot. The time lingers for a second on the screen, and then, just like that it’s gone, reminding Seokjin of why he never used to look at it in the first place. 5 years of solitude. 5 years of loneliness. A desperate pang rips through him, and he struggles for air, his breaths labored and heavy despite knowing there’s unlimited oxygen on the ship.

Staring at the window, the luminescent glow of the foreign planet taunts him, and he can see the violent maelstrom that has begun to brew on the surface. Breathing a sigh of relief, he thanks the stars that he’s not in the middle of it, having already left the surface the moment he’d found nothing but a barren landscape. 

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acquainted | masterlist

SERIES RELEASE DATE: 1/25/21

summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: (2nd bts member to be revealed later on) x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

warnings: a bit of a love triangle that doesn’t last too long, unprotected sex (use protection, folks!), oral (f. receiving), hickeys, dirty talk, teasing, making out, straddling, dry humping, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, big dick/size kink, cum eating, creampie, possessiveness, ass slapping, other member included in this triangle might be a little asshole for good reasons, jealousy, infidelity, cussing/mature language, toxic relationships, alcohol consumption, club/bar scenes, age gap (oc is 25, seokjin is 30), unrequited love kind of stuffs, etc. (individual warnings for each chapter will be included)

author’s note: please, please, please know that this is purely fictional and was created out of imaginary ideas. this is not a real portrayal of any of the characters involved. this fic is heavy on the infidelity and unfaithfulness, so if you are triggered, please do not continue on. i apologize in advance. i do not condone cheating, infidelity, etc., in any way possible.

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[ SERIES PLAYLIST ]

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six 

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

namjoon x ryujin one shot | light the fire

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen (final)

you choose to stay

you choose to go

Day 4 ❄️ KSJ

Kinks: orgasm control, office holiday party

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: holiday, fluff, smut, established relationship, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, teasing, fingering, exhibitionism, grinding, love bites/marking, hand job, orgasm denial/control, pouty Jin, punny Jin, lots of cheek squeezing because Jin's an ass man, references to car sex, references to face-sitting

Word Count: 2.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary:  When your boyfriend won’t behave at your annual office holiday party, you’ve no choice but to take matters into your own hands

A/N: This is technically a sequel to All I Don't Want for Christmas is You!, but it can be read as a stand-alone fic. I missed this couple. Maybe someday I'll finish the true sequel to that story.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 3 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 5

“Are you ready to go?” 

You poke your head out of your closet at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice calling from the other end of your apartment. “Almost. Can you come here a sec?” 

Seokjin wanders into your bedroom. “Babe?” 

“In here.” 

He strolls into your closet, where you’re waiting, back to him. 

“Zip me up, please?” 

Seokjin obliges as you stare at yourself in the floor-length mirror. Hair and makeup on point. New dress popping against your skin. And the stunning man wrapping his arms around your waist, hair swept from his handsome face, resting his chin on your shoulder while his reflection grins at you is the perfect accessory to set off your look. 

“What do you think?”

He brushes his lips against your cheek. “Gorgeous. As always.” He pauses. “You look pretty nice too, princess.” 

You roll your eyes. “I still can’t believe I fell for your conceited ass,” you grumble as Seokjin laughs. 

“Two years ago tonight, as a matter of fact,” he replies, squeezing your sides before turning you to face him. You smooth down the lapels of his white tuxedo jacket, glad he decided to wear something a little fancier than his standard three-piece suits tonight. Makes the night feel even more festive. 

“I still say you’re the only person on the planet who counts from the first fuck instead of the first date, but sure, two years tonight.” Looping your arms around his neck, you kiss away the smartass remark you know he’s formulating, giggling against his lips when he helps himself to a double handful of your ass. 

“It was a very special night. Deserves celebrating.” 

He’s not wrong. That night two years ago, the night you made that classic mistake of surrendering to your feelings and sleeping with your work enemy, turned out to be one of the best nights of your life, and led you to here, standing in your luxury apartment with the love of your life, on your way to the annual holiday party held by your company, Worldwide Sound. Held by you, since you and Seokjin happen to own the company together.

Seokjin pouts as you break the kiss, lips even redder than usual thanks to your lipstick. As you wipe it away, he sighs. “Can we just go put in a quick appearance and then leave early?” 

“It’s kinda frowned upon for the hosts to ghost on their own party,” you reply, grabbing your clutch. 

“I know. But I don’t feel like socializing tonight. I just want to be with you.” 

You’re touched by his soft admission. Seokjin’s a social butterfly, always up for grabbing drinks with friends or taking clients out to dinner, so for him to want to spend tonight at home with you alone is very sweet. 

“Aw, baby,” you coo, cupping his cheek lovingly. “As much as I’d love that too, we made a commitment, so we need to follow through. Come on. Let’s go rub some elbows and schmooze some new clients for a few hours, and then we’ll grab a few leftover bottles of bubbly and some of those tiny cakes you love and have our own little celebration here.” 

He beams. “You promise?” 

“I promise.”

Your office has been transformed into a winter wonderland, with giant Christmas trees and bright string lights everywhere. Fake snow adorns the hallways, and a makeshift dance floor in the center of the workspace has been lit to resemble an ice skating rink. Caterers flit between your guests, offering delicious holiday treats like mini gingerbread cheesecakes and little rose pavlovas that look like tiny pink snowballs. 

Snatching another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, you smile at one of your contemporaries from a rival company while you survey the room. Everyone who is anyone in your industry is here. Tonight couldn’t be more of a success. 

“Babe,” Seokjin appears at your side, slipping an arm around your back. “I just talked with the manager for Triptych. They want to set up a meeting to discuss signing with us.” 

“Well done!” You press a kiss to Seokjin’s cheek. Triptych is one of the hottest rap trios around, and your company has been trying to get them to sign for weeks. “I’ll give them a call on Monday.” 

“Great. So can we go now?” 

“Seokjin.” You give him a look. “It’s only been an hour. The party’s not even half over!” 

His lower lip juts out again. “But I’ve done my schmoozing. I just got us Triptych! And I’m tired of rubbing elbows. I can only fake laugh at one of Sejin’s terrible jokes so many times. You know he always tells the same ones,” he complains, referring to your former boss from Beyond the Sound. You’d invited him out of professional courtesy, but had managed to avoid him all night. Apparently, that was because he was busy talking your boyfriend’s ear off. 

“I’m sorry, I really am.” You wave a caterer over, and select a mini cake from their tray, handing it to Seokjin. “Here. Refuel yourself. Just a little bit longer, and then we’ll be done.” 

He stuffs the cake into his mouth and swallows it in one bite. “But wouldn’t you rather sneak out of here early? Hmm?” The hand on your hip slides down, cupping your lower cheek through your silky dress. “Ask the driver to take the long way home, and keep the partition up? Like we did after Euphoria’s last album release party?” 

Heat crawls up your neck at the memory of that night, when the first band you’d signed had released their fifth album. It was an instant hit with critics and fans alike, and to celebrate it climbing the charts, you’d climbed into Seokjin’s lap and rode him all the way home. 

“You know I’d love that,” you nearly groan, and nervously clear your throat, trying to maintain your composure. “But we can’t leave. Just hang on a little bit longer, okay? I promise, I will make it worth your wait.” 

He sighs, and pouts again, but you stand resolute, cocking an eyebrow, and he nods, realizing you’re not going to cave. 

Spotting a potential client across the room, you slip your arm through his. “I think that’s Indigo over there. Time to turn on the charm!” 

“You imply that I ever turn it off,” he retorts, but he lets you lead him over to speak to the singer. She invites you both to sit at the table where she is currently sitting alone, nursing a peppermint martini.

Though you know he’s disappointed that you won’t skip out on the party with him, Seokjin still brings his A-game to the evening. His charisma is half the reason your company is so successful (the other half being your shrewd business sense, including knowing exactly how and when to deploy your charm bomb of a boyfriend). While he regales Indigo with one of his funny stories, effortlessly bewitching the talented musician, you take a moment to admire him as you watch him work his magic.

And then you feel his hand running up your leg through the slit in your dress.

Thanks to the tablecloth, his arm is out of view of anyone else at the party. Indigo starts explaining about her plans for her next tour, and you nod along, wanting to pay attention, but your mind is unable to focus on anything but the sensation of Seokjin’s rough fingers gliding up your smooth thigh. When Indigo pauses to take a sip of her drink, you shoot him a warning look. 

Seokjin just grins, and then his fingertips brush against your clothed crotch, tracing your folds through the satin. 

Instinctively, your hips jolt forward, seeking more of his touch. You cover your reaction with a sharp cough. “Excuse me! I think I have a little bit of cake caught in my throat.” Grabbing your champagne flute, you glare at your boyfriend over the rim as you take a swig. His smirk is the only warning you get before his fingers slip beneath your panties and against your nether lips, spreading the dampness that is starting to gather there. 

“The last time we spoke, you said you were looking for new representation. Has that changed?” Seokjin asks Indigo, attentively leaning towards her as he waits for her answer. Meanwhile, his fingers tease you under the table, circling around your clit but not touching it, slipping along your lips without parting them. It’s maddening, how close he is to fingering you. For so many reasons.

“It has not,” Indigo smiles. “That’s why I’m here tonight. And I’ll be in town for a few more days, before I jet off to Paris for the new year. Maybe I could stop by this week to talk business - let’s say on Tuesday?” 

“What do you think, dear?” Seokjin turns his gaze on you, just as his fingers finally slide your lips apart. “Does that work for you?” 

One of his fingers hovers at your entrance, tip just prodding there. Indigo waves a caterer over, clearly giving you a minute to discuss with Seokjin. And yes, there is a discussion going on between you and your boyfriend, but it’s nonverbal, and it has absolutely nothing to do with any future clients. Seokjin grins, still prodding. Your eyebrow rises, just a fraction of an inch, just enough to tell him to do it, if he dares. 

He dares. 

You gasp as he sinks his finger in, pushing all the way to his knuckles, and try to recover with an effusive response. “Ahhhh think that would be lovely!” Your smile feels a little too tight, which it is, since you’re gritting your teeth in order to avoid moaning from Seokjin’s plunging digit. 

Indigo beams. “Perfect! I’ll call your assistant to let you know when I’ll be dropping by.” 

“Here’s to having something to celebrate!” Seokjin lifts his glass to clink against Indigo’s as his other hand thrusts into your slick heat. When his thumb presses over your clit, you set your flute on the table. 

“Oh, Indigo, I’m so sorry, but would you excuse us? We’ve got to get the toast set up!” 

The singer nods as you suddenly scoot your chair back, pulling away from Seokjin’s fingers as you rise. Wrapping a hand around Seokjin’s bicep, you yank him to his feet and march him towards your office. 

“Are we doing a toast?” he says, glancing at you with a baffled expression. But you don’t answer, keeping a tight grip on his arm until you reach your destination. By the time you’ve locked the door behind you, his confusion has cleared. “Baby, I-”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you push him against your desk until he sits on it, then hike your dress around your waist so you can straddle him, and mash your faces together. He whimpers when you suck on his tongue, hands coming up to grip your hips and grind you down onto his growing erection.

“You’re such a pain in my ass sometimes, you know that?” You lick along his jawline, enjoying the way he squirms beneath you. 

“Yes I do,” he grunts, emphasizing his point by rutting smoothly against your cheeks before giving you a sharp poke, then laughs at his own dumb joke. 

“Goddamn it, I cannot believe how much I love you,” you groan, tone dismayed but heart overflowing with affection for your ridiculous man, and you shove your mouth against his again. 

“Mmmph love you too!” he murmurs between kisses. “Does this mean we’re leaving?”

“No, we can do this right here,” you state, rolling your hips again, voice getting breathy as your clit drags against his bulge. “What’s the point of having an office with a door that locks if we never use it?”

You fumble with the belt on his pants for a few seconds before loosening it enough to gain access to the button beneath, freeing him as quickly as you can. He springs forth in your hand, which you bring to your mouth to lick before covering him again. 

Seokjin moans when you start to jerk him off. He leans back on his palms to watch, hissing when you gently fondle his balls with your other hand. “Shit, princess, you’re so good at that.” 

You laugh, twisting your wet fingers faster around his hard length. “I know, baby. Just add it to the list.” 

“Mmmm,” he replies, head lolling back, exposing the long line of his elegant throat, prompting you to slide forward and nibble on the soft skin there. “Ahh!” he cries when your light nipping turns into a stinging love bite. 

“You know what I’m really good at though?” you ask, rubbing your thumb over his head, collecting the drops clinging to the slit in his darkened skin. He doesn’t answer you, too caught up in how good your hands feel. “Being patient.” 

You go completely still. 

Seokjin raises his head with a whine. “Why’d you stop?!”

Planting a kiss on his plump lips, you release him and then gingerly climb off the desk, carefully smoothing your skirt out. Thankfully, it’s not too wrinkled from your actions. 

“Because. All I’ve asked you tonight is to be patient, and instead you attempted to fingerbang me in front of a client.” Folding your arms in front of you, you nod at his crotch. “Now clean yourself up. The party’s not over.” 

“So you’re punishing me for not being able to keep my hands off you?” Seokjin argues, but you just shake your head, seeing right through his attempt at using flattery to get you to continue.

Once he’s stuffed himself back into his pants, you wrap your arms around his back, hugging him close. 

“It’s not a punishment, baby. It’s a preview.” He looks dubious, so you kiss him, letting your lips erase his doubts. “I promise you I’ll finish the job, and more. But not until later. So will you please be patient now?” 

He studies your face for a moment before responding. “Okay,” he sighs. “I’ll be good. But only if you promise to finish it on the ride home.”

“I will.” 

“While you sit on my face.” 

You smile. “Only too happy to.” 

“And then when we get home, you put on that little number I bought you on our trip to Paris. You know the one? With the garters?” He’s still pouting as he makes his requests, but his lips keep twitching, eyes crinkling with mischievous glee as always. 

“Fine, I promise. But stop milking it.” 

“No, no, you’re the one who’ll be doing the milking.” 

“That’s it, we’re breaking up.” 

“I love you, princess,” he grins. 

“I love you too. Now get out of my office.” 

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Mistakes and Retakes (M)

↳ Characters / Pairings | Kim Seokjin x reader

↳ Genre | Enemy to Lovers!au, smut, fluff, a bit of angst if you squint a little

↳ Word count | 18,5k words

↳ Summary | You hate to admit it, but making bad decisions and being reckless seems to be your forte. From saying yes to a last-minute meeting to ignoring your father’s warning about driving late at night on a slippery road. As if you haven’t gotten enough bad luck already, your high school nemesis decides to be a hero and comes to the rescue. Santa must have placed you in his naughty list for a dire punishment before Christmas.

↳ Author’s Note | A slight rom-com fic for Christmas, if you will. I had fun writing this but I do hope everyone would love it just the same.

↳ Warning | explicit sex scene, unprotected sex, a slightly unhygienic outdoor sex (please be safe, kids), portrayal of childhood bullying, mentions of/implied characters’ nude pictures.

↳  Part of the Stranded For Christmas Collab

↳ Music Companion | Not There - Zoey Lily, Indigo Svn

↳ Cross-posted | Inkitt | AO3 

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Day 12 ❄️ KSJ

Kinks: morning sex, Christmas morning

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: holiday, fluff, smut, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, pregnancy kink, grinding, fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex (intentionally unprotected), blatant use of the word "daddy," slight exhibitionism, soft yet hot Jin

Word Count: 548 words

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary:  Giving your fiancé his present in the early hours of Christmas morning

A/N: I realized upon finishing this one that finger sucking is in more than one of these Kinkmas fics. No one read too deeply into that, please. 👀

Just some more soft smut to close out Kinkmas! I cannot believe I wrote 28K in total 😵‍💫 Thank you to @goodsoop again for the prompts. Now I can catch up on everyone else's fics!

I hope you've enjoyed these little gifts that I've written for you. Happy holidays!! ❄️

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

Day 11 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️

Jin’s eyes open slowly. It’s dark outside. The clock reads 4:30 am. 

Must be something about being back in his childhood home on Christmas. Like muscle memory, waking up at the crack of dawn to run downstairs and find what’s waiting under the tree. 

He doesn’t get up. Instead, he slides his arm around your waist, slipping closer to you. You don’t stir, but huff in your sleep, a gentle sigh that makes Jin smile. He hopes you’re having a good dream. 

Jin never knew he could love someone so much before you came along. Sometimes he thinks his own dreams have come true. Well, except for one. But maybe someday. Right now, you’re all he needs.

He tries not to press too firmly into you, but your skin is so warm, and the curve of your ass too inviting. He keeps as still as possible, erection nuzzling up against your cheeks, not rutting mindlessly like he wants. Even though the two of you have a long-standing open invitation to waking the other up with sex, he doesn’t feel right about doing it in his parents’ house.

Which is why he’s surprised when you roll your hips back onto him. 

“Baby,” Jin husks, voice rough with sleep, “what’re you doing?”

“You need me to spell it out for you?” comes your teasing answer. Your fingers find his hard cock under his boxers, stroke the tip. “Please put it in me, sir.” 

He laughs at your oddly formal request. “Baby, we shouldn’t. What if someone hears?” 

“Well, your mom keeps saying she wants grandbabies, so I was thinking… what if we give her one for Christmas? It’ll just be nine months late.” 

It’s difficult for Jin to focus on your words when you twist your fingers like that. “Wait, what?” 

You roll over. “Merry Christmas, I stopped taking my birth control!”

Jin blinks. The two of you had been talking about it for a while, but he’d thought - he’d been afraid - that he was more into the idea than you. “Are you saying… ?” 

“Seokjinnie,” you sigh, cupping his cheek, “put a baby in me.” 

He smashes his plump lips into his pillow to muffle his loud whimper. “Fuck, yes, lemme knock you up!” he hisses, quickly maneuvering you onto your back. You laugh at his eagerness, hushed giggles that only make his heart beat faster with adoration. 

It doesn’t take him long to get you wet with his fingers, and then he’s thrusting into you, biting his lip to suppress his moan. You’re rarely quiet when Jin fucks you, so he slips two fingers into your lips to keep your mouth busy. 

“Shit, baby, so tight,” he grunts. You whine around his hand, eyelashes fluttering as he hits your sweet spot with his powerful pumps. “Gonna fill you up good, you ready?” 

You nod, releasing his drool-coated fingers. “Come on, Seokjinnie, make my belly swell, fill me up!” 

The thought of you round with his child pushes him over the edge. He spills into you, painting your womb white.  

Euphoric, his head drops onto your shoulder. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispers.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” you purr. “You know, it might take more than one shot, baby. Better try again.” 

Jin groans, cock already hardening again. “Best. Present. Ever.” 

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Hey there dear, it's BlackOrchid again. I don't know if my last message containing my thanks and my request for the BedBereft series was sent out. We had a thunderstorm and tumblr kept loading for quite a while. In the end my connection was gone, yet it said "Send". Did you recieve anything? If not here's my request again: What would a Valentines Day with our throuple look like? A little spice would be great, but it's up to you <3 Take care, always be happy and well <3 Thank you so much again <3

IT IS HERE!! I AM SORRY THAT IT IS THIS LATE BUT I WANTED TO POST ON THE TAEJIN BDAY MIDDAY! ALSO I MISS JIN!! SO IT IS A BIT MORE FOCUSED ON HIM!!

Drabble - The First Valentine’s

The sound of the elevator dinging shut and stomping footsteps made Taehyung’s ears perk. He languished on the couch, an arm cradling his head against a cushion and the other boredly flicked through the channels until it was time for his boyfriend and girlfriend to get home to him. He was eager to spend some time together - all three of them.

He sat up, an easy, wide smile spreading over his face at the very thought.

It was their first valentine’s day as a ‘throuple’ and they had very meticulously planned it - down to the very least detail.

Taehyung would get Y/N to himself for the morning, Jin and Taehyung would get the afternoon and Jin would take Y/N out for the evening before they all came together at home and spent the rest of the night together.

They fretted it would get a little hectic; Taehyung and Y/N had the day off but Jin had an important meeting he couldn’t pass on. It had to work, if it didn’t they could always extend their day…right?

Thankfully, the day had passed without any glitch…it seemed until now. Taehyung managed a glance at his watch, his smile turning confused when Jin and Y/N swung around the foyer.

“Hey, you guys are back early, did you have fun?”

He saw you first, your pretty peacock dress swishing about you as you marched over. Jin followed close behind, fingers already loosening his matching peacock shirt buttons. None of them paid him much mind.

He watched you kick off your heels finally, something that you usually only did at the foyer - and that immediately sent off alarms ringing through his head.

You shoved the heels to one corner of the room before flopping on the couch next to him, arms crossed and legs thrown over his lap. He instinctively placed his palm over your knee - a silent reassurance they’d been sharing since college.

He stared at Jin, the man not meeting his eyes while he diligently undid his cuffs and belt.

Why on earth were they getting undressed in the living room was beyond him?

“Uh guys, what’s wrong?”

Jin continued to slowly undo his belt and from Taehyung’s experience, it was completely too long to take it off.

“Yeah, tell him what’s wrong.” You said finally, provocative as you scoffed at your older boyfriend.

At your tone, Jin finally gave up, throwing his arms up. “Nothing is wrong, Y/N. I tried to tell you -”

“What’s going on?” Taehyung broke in hastily, increasing his volume to cut off an argument he somehow knew was going on for a while.

“We ran into Lee Soowin at the club we went to.” Jin sighed and Taehyung immediately winced. Soowin was the first of Jin’s two girlfriends and the longest reigning partner in his life…before Taehyung came along - the only girl who meant something to him before Y/N.

He could already feel fear gnawing at the pit of his stomach. They hadn’t told Y/N about her.

“Y/N, Soowin…I mean, I’m sure Jin didn’t mean to hide her or anything from you, we just didn’t think it was important -”

“Save it, Yeri already told me about it - a long time ago.”

Taehyung and Jin stared at her.

“You knew? Well, why are you so mad if you already know?” Jin ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

At that Y/N sat up straighter and the look in her eyes told Taehyung she had picked violence.

“Tae, remember San?”

He had to pause, flick through his memories before his jaw tightened.

Kang San…tall, athletic, a fantastic dancer and cook, played the drums in his offtimes and a Japanese exchange student…

While Y/N had never seriously dated anyone during their college time, what with her feelings for Taehyung - if there was one man he had truly needed to worry about, it was San.

“What about him?”

“How alright would you be if I am out with you, he comes over and I forget all about you?”

Taehyung turned to look at Jin with wide-eyes even as the other man raised a finger to halt the conversation.

“Dude what did you do?” Taehyung went on regardless.

His boyfriend shot him a look. “I did not forget about you. I just -”

“Forgot about her?” he continued to supply helpfully, gleefully. As much as he hated seeing his loved ones upset, he had to admit he felt a certain joy seeing Y/N make Jin sweat on a - rightfully - valid point.

He couldn’t imagine sidelining his girl for another, and honestly had no idea what Jin was even thinking.

“I didn’t forget about her! I got talking to Soowin and it had been a long time since I’d even set eyes on her. Yeah, we migrated to her table with her date , mind you, and I introduced Y/N.”

“You never told her who I was.”

“You’re my girlfriend! It’s valentine’s day, it doesn’t need to be specified.”

Taehyung winced. “Did Soowin make eyes at you?”

“No!”

“Fine. You know what, you’re right.” Y/N stood up. There was a deathly calm in her voice, her eyes glinting with a strange light and she smiled sweetly at the two - now worried - men. “Goodnight gentlemen, watch a movie, why don’t you?”

She walked past them and disappeared down the hall. A moment later they heard the click of her office lock.

“I think I fucked up.” Jin muttered.

Taehyung smiled, kissing his cheek and smacking his butt. “And you will fix it or I will join forces with her.” He crooned softly in his ear, taking the stairs to go up to their bedroom.

Jin gulped.

Taehyung spent the next three days watching his girlfriend grate an extraordinary amount of cheese into anything Jin cooked. The man’s face blanched but Y/N maintained that it bettered the taste. His drink stocks mysteriously vanished, his ties almost always in the wash. Jin’s handkerchiefs changed drawers everyday and he could see the insanity roving behind Jin’s eyes now.

Y/N maintained she had long forgotten his transgression that fateful night. She kissed Jin, cuddled them and fed him bits of cheesy meat and veggies that Jin had to bite off her fork.

She loved them. And she drove him crazy.

Taehyung was proud of her for dealing with the matter with no hint of doubt or foreboding. She was now aware of her worth in their lives and she was pulling in her pound of flesh in a whole different way than before.

It was enjoyable when he didn’t have to worry that she would go into her head about it and overthink herself into rethinking their relationship.

So he let the days pass without any interference, he was sure she would stop when she thought it fair.

And when he saw them in the shower, his hands wrapped around her jaw and hair, holding her against the wall tightly, he smiled to himself. Jin still wore his office attire, his white shirt soaked and pressing to his back as he kissed her ferociously.

Normally he would go over and join them, but he shut the door gently, leaving the warmed towels on the bed for them to use. They could use the time making up.

He retreated downstairs and set about ordering some Thai food from their restaurant.

He was going to make sure they had their long overdue shared valentine’s date after all.

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→ pairing: Streamer!Seokjin x f. Reader

→ summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

→ pairing: Streamer!Seokjin x f. Reader

→ genre(s)&au(s): Roommates to lovers, smut, humor

→ a part of the room for rent collab

→ warnings: cheesy humor, Jin is an annoying gamer, a lot of game talk, stupid bets, explicit language, references to an ungendered ex partner, a very cheesy plot i like cheese, jin crossing a boundary but he apologizes okay!!! sexually explicit content including oral (m. receiving) vaginal fingering, nipple play, a lot of body fluids like a loooot of spit and drool, protected vaginal sex, fast sex because they're both overwhelmed and honestly this is vanilla but they are CUTE!!!!

A/N: SHE IS HERE AND SHE ISN'T BEAUTIFUL OR EDITED BUT SHE IS FINISHED AND CHEESY AND THIS JIN IS REALLY CUTE OKAY. My inner gamer went fucking nuts in this I am so sorry I really like playing Apex Legends and I got too deep into the game lore so hopefully people can appreciate that. I might go back and add more smut later because usually I have so much more but I don't know. These two were just thirsty for each other and both busted nuts quickly okay it has happened to me jgdhgijhd thats tmi okay HAPPY READING.

A crash and a yell startle you in the kitchen, the spatula in your hand clattering into the egg pan as Seokjin lets out an unintelligible string of cursing and yelling. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try and center yourself in patience. It’s not uncommon in your apartment for two to hear him suddenly break out into yelling, and it surely won’t be the last. 

Kim Seokjin isn’t the worst roommate. Not by a longshot, when you consider the horror stories you’ve read in Reddit threads and seen on TikTok. He’s clean, he has an aesthetic eye for decoration, he’s an amazing cook, he pays his portion of bills on time, and he doesn’t steal food. Nor does he hog any of the common spaces in the house.

The negative? Seokjin is constantly gaming, which wouldn’t be a bad thing if he gamed quietly. Namjoon hadn’t warned you that Seokjin was a large-scale streamer before you moved in, focused on first-person shooter content and paid tournaments. 

It had taken about three hours into moving in when he screamed for you to realize that there was no fixing that bit. 

Meal finished and plated, you move to the dining room, sitting cross-legged in the chair and turning on the TV louder than necessary to tune out Seokjin’s hollering. You’ve come up with plenty of ways to tune him out, and listening to everything else on extreme volume is the easiest. 

Your neighbors must hate you. 

Halfway through your meal and eyes glued to RuPaul’s Drag Race, Seokjin comes trailing out of his room, drawing your attention. It isn’t a hard thing to do. For a grown man who is chronically wired to his PC, he is beautiful. The kind of beauty that is used in dramas and romantic comedies kind of beautiful. 

Dark, soft hair that is usually left shaggy and air-dried from the shower but you know looks dashing styled back for parties, equally dark eyes that shimmer with delight when he tells a horrible joke that he thinks is particularly amusing, full lips that would earn the envy of Aphrodite herself - Seokjin is painfully, artfully perfect. 

Except for the constant gaming. 

“Wow, didn’t offer to make me breakfast?” he asks. It’s more of a jest than anything, popping the fridge open in search of a caffeinated beverage. “How little do I mean to you?” 

“Check the microwave, nerd.” 

He looks surprised, meandering to the appliance in question and opening the door to see a plate of breakfast for dinner inside. “Wow,” he sighs dreamily. “You really are my favorite roommate.”

“I’m your only roommate.”

“Well, you’re better than Namjoon.”

“Mmm. That isn’t a hard feat, I don’t chronically break pieces of furniture.”

Humming his agreement, Seokjin shoves eggs into his mouth, munching happily. “When are you going to finally play some games with me, huh?” 

“Mmmm never.”

“You think I don’t know you have a little setup in there?”

“I like Animal Crossing. You like Apex.”

“Come on, I can teach you Apex.”

It’s a conversation you’ve had a million times. Gaming is the single thing that the two of you have in common. When you first discovered that Seokjin worked in the digital sphere and was a content creator for popular games online, you were a bit worried. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had been fetishized for so much as liking a game. 

Thankfully, Seokjin was alright. He didn’t make it weird, and after a casual comparison of the things you liked to play, he decided that the interests weren’t common enough to be a huge pain in the ass about it. 

He did really want to play at least once, with you though.

“I know how to play Apex,” you mumble, eyes flickering back to the TV. Your last situationship revolved around playing the stupid first-person shooter together. “I don’t like it.”

As in, you were absolutely never playing that game again after being worn out from it and having it associated with someone who kind of sucked anyway. 

“How can you not like Apex?” Seokjin mutters, more to himself than anything else.

Thankfully he drops the subject, distracted by your show. He shuffles to the couch, where you join him eventually, both of you tucked into the cushions as you watch the show. For the most part, Seokjin is quiet, only peppering you with questions during the commercial breaks. You’re happy to answer. 

It’s comfortable, your little life with him. You’ve almost lived together for a year, and despite the annoying gaming thing and his habitual bad jokes, you like living with Seokjin. You like having him as a friend, even. 

Things are good.

-

Things are not good. You clench your jaw as you re-read the email, feeling the tension creep into your shoulders. You can already feel the headache that has not yet happened but is predestined. 

If people would just read their emails before sending a snarky request with your boss CC’d- 

Mark: Come by my office, please. 

Sighing, you push out from the desk and head toward your boss's office. Your stomach flips uneasily, unsettled as you walked by the windowed offices of the executive staff. It isn’t that you’re afraid of your boss, but you certainly have been having a bad enough day without having to explain that if Alicia in accounting had just read your email she wouldn’t be confused.

At the appointed office, you tap lightly on the door frame. “Hi, still a good time?”

It’s obviously a good time, but for some reason, you feel the need to break the tension by clarifying. Your boss is a wide-set man who ushers you in with a wave. “Catch the door for me, please.”

The door shuts with a click and it feels like impending doom. 

Sitting quickly in a chair, you wait with a racing heartbeat as Mark finishes writing an email. The silence is awkward so you distract yourself by looking at the pictures of him and his family on his shelves as if you haven’t seen them a dozen times, and looking at his nameplate and literally any other object in his office to keep from feeling uncomfortable. 

The horrible 70s rock that plays softly in the background only makes it worse. 

With a final click on his mouse, he turns to you and says, “Sorry about that, trying to get through all these damn sales contracts.”

“Sounds exhausting.” You have no idea if it is - sales isn’t your area of expertise. “I know they’ve been busy.”

“Tons of new clients, which is always great but the paperwork is a killer.” 

“Makes sense.” 

“What is Alice in accounts losing her mind about? I saw that you’re missing invoices for radio stations and it’s way past the cycle?” 

“As explained in my email to Alice, the station in question filed for bankruptcy and has a halt on all their funds. This was something I communicated two months ago with accounting and legal. I believe you may have been on it as well, though perhaps I left you off.” You didn’t leave him off. You don’t leave him off any emails. “Those invoices are all going to be a mess until that’s sorted.”

“Look,” he sighs. “We all have a shit ton going on right now. One email letting us know that payment would be an issue isn’t going to cut it. You can’t assume that we see the emails. Was it flagged as high-importance?”

“Yes.”

And I mentioned it in three meetings and a sticky note, you think. 

“See, it’s just not foolproof. It’s your job to overcommunicate these things. You can't rely on accounting or me to remember these things for you.”

You give him one slow blink. Then another. 

“Understood,” you answer, throat tightening. “I will make sure to overcommunicate from now on, I apologize for the confusion.” 

“Thanks,” he says, a dismissal. “Door closed on the way out, I have a stupid call to jump on.” 

Door closed behind you, you wonder how anyone gets anything fucking done around this place. Because of course doing all of the things logical and reasonable to communicate a change in accounting isn’t reasonable. Going above and beyond and being responsible for other people not reading their email is now your job to compensate for. 

Steam blowing from your ears, you march back toward your desk in a blind rage, fists open and closing. You don’t see it coming when Yoongi smacks into you, eyes glued to his phone and fresh iced-americano now coloring your blue shirt a nice shade of mud. 

“Holy fuck I am so sorry,” Yoongi swears. “Shit - fuck - sorry.” 

Cold leeches through you like a knife. You rush to the bathroom, Yoongi’s cursing and apologies drifting behind you. The press of paper towels lifts a little of the yellow from your shirt, but it doesn’t fix the sticky-cold cling of fabric to your chest and the unmistakable stain down the front of your outfit. 

“Fucking perfect.”

-

Blessedly Seokjin isn’t home when you arrive stained in dry coffee, smelling like Starbucks, and sagging with a delightful mix of rage, wrath, and irritation. Like an angry little storm cloud, you move around the apartment, snapping cabinets closed extra hard and yanking your blouse off with a little more violence than usual. 

A hot shower makes most of the tension bleed away, but not all of it vanishes. Wrapped in a towel and turned into a prune, you reach for the clothes on the counter and realized in your haste to peel yourself out of Yoongi’s coffee, you didn’t bring any with you. 

It doesn’t matter anyway. Seokjin isn’t home, so you yank the door open and march toward your room, running smack into your second person of the day with a startled yelp and thankfully, a very tight grip on your towel. 

“Why are you all wet?” Seokjin shrieks, wiping his shirt as though he could get rid of the you-shaped wet stain. “And naked!”

“I’m in a towel! Why are you here?”

“I live here!”

“I meant right now! You weren’t home!”

“Well, I do come home, usually! And I yelled I was home when I got here so you would hear me!”

“Well, I was in the shower!”

“Obviously!” 

For a moment, the two of you stand there. You’re dripping a puddle onto the tile and the cold air has goosebumps breaking out all over your body. You shiver as Seokjin’s eyes flicker down for a split second before he’s looking at the ceiling and gesturing. “Well - go find clothes!”

“I will! Jeez!” 

You storm into your room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it. Your towel is gripped tight in your fist, heart hammering. You’re both adults and while being in a towel in front of Seokjin isn’t embarrassing or scandalous, it was unexpected and new. 

As you get dressed quickly, you can’t help but think of the way his cheeks tinged pink and the nervous way he shifted. It was… cute. 

With clothes on, Seokjin seems a lot less nervous around you. He’s still a little stiff, you notice. You bump into him as the two of you navigate the kitchen together and he ducks his head, the tops of his ears red. You file the information away for another time, feeling your cheeks warm when you go to reach for a pair of tongs but he already has them held out to you. 

It isn’t uncommon behavior. He’s known you long enough to know your habits around the kitchen, and you’ve cooked enough meals together to recognize the patterns in which the two of you move around the kitchen. 

Music plays in the background, Seokjin humming along. Occasionally, he sings the words, voice low and soft over the notes.

“You have a nice voice,” you note as you flip the oven off. He’s always had a nice voice, but you’ve never said anything before. He raises his brows as you grab oven mitts. “You do,” you insist with a grin. “I promise I’m not lying.”

“A great voice to go with a great face right?”

“Ew, here we go.”

He moves out of your way as you open the oven, leaning on the counter and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Maybe I should sing on stream. Do you think they would like that? People already think I’m the most handsome streamer.”

“Sure, maybe do some sort of caroling or something for the holidays.”

He pauses. “That’s actually not a terrible idea. What if I just called my friends who were streaming on Discord and started caroling to them? I could make it a charity thing and select streams based on donations.”

Placing the hot pan on the top of the stove, you glance at him sidelong. “Do you do charity streams a lot?”

“All the time. Most of the long streams I do are for charities.” 

“So it’s not all just… earning cash?”

“No, I get plenty of that.”

“So why do you need a roommate?” 

Seokjin leans over you, to pluck a fry off of the pan. He doesn’t move away immediately, eyes dropping down to yours as he sticks the french fry in his mouth. The warmth of his chest radiates through your shoulder where you touch and suddenly, you feel a buzz at his nearness.

It’s impossible not to drop your eyes down to his mouth as he chews. For a moment, you’re dazed by his pillow lips - they really are a marvel to look at. Then he’s smirking and murmuring, “For the cooking. Did you get these out of a frozen bag? Ugh.”

Spell broken you swat at him and he laughs, leaning away again. “I don’t like to be alone,” Seokjin admits. “Having a roommate is nice. Granted, I was supposed to be living with Namjoon until he and Jungkook decided to be in love and all that. Now I have you filling out the rest of his lease.”

“So you can afford to live alone in this city and don’t?”

“Hey, I also save a ton of money. I will want to buy a house one day. Consider yourself as a part of my savings tactic.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

Rooming with Seokjin had been of convenience. Finding affordable living in the city was nearly impossible - especially on your salary - and when Namjoon had announced after only two months of living with Seokjin that he and his boyfriend were getting their own place, it had timed up perfectly. You had been vaguely familiar with Seokjin at the time, and you desperately needed cheaper rent.

You’d never really asked why Seokjin had a roommate at all. He had a work-from-home job at a software company doing something that went far beyond your understanding, and he made a ton from streaming. 

Seokjin plops down on the couch instead of the dining room table, a plate full of chicken nuggets and fries balanced on his knee as he pats the seat next to him without looking. You definitely went the easy route for dinner after your terrible day, and Seokjin seems to pick up on the fact that tonight is an eat-from-the-comfort-of-the-couch kind of vibe. 

“Ugh,” Seokjin sighs as he watches Shangela get eliminated from the top four on All-Stars 3. “That is heartbreaking. She worked really hard.”

Seokjin has never really voiced being a fan of the show, but you have a sneaking suspicion he watches it because you are, and it’s something to bond over. Maybe you should play a round of Apex with him.

Instead, you say, “Yeah, she deserved it.” You pause. “Thanks for watching with me, tonight. I had a rough day.” 

“Hmm. I can tell.” He leans and squeezes your bicep absently. “I’m here for ya.”

Though you say nothing, your insides do a little bit of a flip.

-

Glancing at the clock on the stove, you frown. Pausing your show, you pull up your phone, paging over to Twitch to pull up Seokjin’s stream. He’s been doing one of those stream-a-thon things again, and you haven’t seen him come out to eat since the morning. It’s well into the evening now. 

Seokjin’s stream pulls up and you see him in the corner of his screen, the familiar lighting in his room glowing in the background. His room is surreptitiously clean, free of any garbage and clutter. His bed is always made any time you see it, and the beautiful tiles of pulsing lights above it make a nice ambiance for his stream. 

Currently, he is focused, leaning a little too far toward his screen as he talks to his teammates. Taehyung and Jungkook, by the sound of it. There’s no evidence suggesting he has left his room today, which urges you to get up and head to the kitchen, closing out the stream.

In silence, you put together a small meal. A wrap, a small back of chips, and some damn water will do him some good. Pulling up his stream again, you wait until his match finishes and he’s leaning back, talking to chat. 

A little nervous, you walk with food in hand to his bedroom door where you can hear his soft voice. You knock lightly and he calls you in. Carefully, you stick your head in and see him turn. You’re out of shot from his stream, but he’s confused nonetheless. You never interrupt. 

Sliding the plate into view, Seokjin’s face lights up. He rolls away from the computer and comes over, his headset on his head still as he gushes, “Holy fuck thank you. You are literally the best. A goddess. A queen. Royalty. Angel among humans. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, it’s like seven at night idiot.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Thank you.” He bites into the wrap eagerly, taking a few minutes to chew and swallow. He pauses and glances you up and down before smiling. “Really, thank you. That was incredibly thoughtful of you.”

“Uh-huh.” You glance at his screen. “Have a good rest of your stream.”

-

Jin: Left lunch for you in the fridge. I made extra this morning. 

You look at the text and furrow your brow, toothbrush still popped into the side of your cheek. You continue absently scrubbing as you walk to the fridge and pull it open. Sure enough, there’s a glass dish with a sticky note on it and a smiley face. 

Plucking the note off the top, you read it. Thanks for taking care of me. Now I’ll take care of you. 

With a smile bright enough to light up the entire city, you go about getting dressed for work.

-

The smile doesn’t last long. Work drags on unsteady, tired feet, and once again, you are stuck in a slew of responsibilities that shouldn’t be yours, reading emails that are reiterating things already discussed, and joining meetings that should be emailed. 

By the time lunch comes and goes, you realize that you haven’t yet eaten. Tucked in the small cubicle, you nibble on Seokjin’s homemade meal, eyes glued to the neverending scroll of budget tracking and invoices. 

A raging headache lurks behind your eyes and though your lunch is superb - as it often is with Seokjin’s cooking - you can’t help but feel your frustration mount by the time your next meeting rolls around. 

Meeting after meeting interrupts your afternoon, and when you finish your last one long past the time to go home, your nerves are fried and a high-strung feeling follows you all the way to your car as you scroll through all of the emails you have yet to get to.

Because of all the fucking meetings. 

The trip home is silent. Your fingers ache with the grip on the steering wheel of your car and when you park in the lot of the apartment complex, you sit there for a moment, car off, world muted by the car doors. 

Head pressed against the steering wheel, you take a few steady breaths. It feels like you might cry, which isn’t typical after a work day. But you’re frustrated and tired, and that goddamn headache is still looming in the back of your eye sockets. 

Upstairs and in your apartment, you breeze past Seokjin who is in the kitchen. You mumble something about a migraine and he barely gets a moment to say anything before you’re in your room, door pressed shut. You lay in your bed without even taking your work close off, wrapping yourself in your blanket and closing your eyes. 

The next thing you know, there’s something warm pressed against your brow. You frown and groan, rolling over and feeling several joints in your body pop. Your eyes flutter open and you see Seokjin leaning over you, making you flinch slightly. 

“Sorry,” he laughs. “But it’s really late and you should eat. I know you have a headache so I brought you meds and a cold towel. And ramen. I make the best ramen.”

“Jungkook makes the best ramen,” you correct, sighing and leaning up a little. Your movements are stiff, tangled in a blazer and dress pants. “Ugh, I slept like this?”

“Jungkook does not make the best ramen. I will take that away.”

“Fine, fine.” You take the medicine from the nightstand and chase it with the water glass offered. “Thanks.” You look at all the things he brought you and your insides begin to melt. He lingers near the doorway, eyes soft, expression warm. “Thank you for thinking of me. I… wow.” 

He shrugs, suddenly shy. “No big deal. Now eat the best ramen in the world or I’m going to have a fit.” 

With that, Seokjin leaves you to eat your ramen in peace. The first taste is amazing, already warming you up. You realized you’re ravenous, pulling noodles into your mouth hungrily. Absently, you think that it is the best fucking ramen in the world.

-

“What’s with you?” Seokjin asks as you drag your feet slowly in the grocery store. Rarely do you shop together, but today is an exception. “You look like a zombie.”

You nearly shoot daggers at him. “I lost my headphones,” you snap. “Which means I have to hear your gaming all night.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that loud.”

“Watch one of your streams back, I’m sure you’ll disagree.”

He sighs, turning the cart as you walk down the spice aisle. “Sorry, I’m preparing for this huge Apex tournament. Jungkook and I have been practicing duos a lot and it’s been a bit frustrating. Everyone has fucking aim assist these days, I swear that console players are doing to ruin-”

“Jin.” He pauses his rant. “I’m just asking you to keep it down a little. I no longer have the means to ignore you… moaning weirdly during a game.”

“What?”

“You haven’t noticed? You kind of moan and yell. It’s… ask your stream about it.”

He stops walking, staring at you as you walk ahead. “I don’t do that.” You snicker and he makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t!”

Five minutes pass with Seokjin sulking about your comment. It’s when you’re in the milk aisle that he says, “So you’ve just been imagining me moaning on the other side of the wall, huh?”

“W-what?” 

“Admit it. You’ve been thinking about me moooaaaning you’re having dirty thooooughts.” He sing-songs this to you, poking at your sides as you open the fridge to get milk.

“I am not.”

“It’s totally cool. I get it, handsome bachelor right on the other side of the wall, you’re bound to get curious and - oof.” 

“Put this in the cart,” you deadpan, having hit him in the stomach with the gallon of milk. He takes it from you and obliges, though there is a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Seokjin isn’t right, but he isn’t explicitly wrong. When you first moved in, you had been shy and wondered about the attractive boy who lived just on the other side of the wall. Once you had fallen into familiarity, though, there had not been anything there.

Except recently. 

The last few weeks have felt like the two of you have reached a new level of shared living space. You had done things together before, but now you find yourself making all your meals with Seokjin, bringing him snacks during stream, waking up to him making you breakfast or having prepared you lunch. 

And now you’re doing groceries together, which was something uncommon enough to make you wonder.

You think back to the gentle way he made you dinner and brought you medicine when you had a headache, the way that your insides had turned cotton candy at the action and house these days, your eyes lingered on him just a little bit more. 

But no. Seokjin was your roommate, and you learned in your last situationship that you don’t shit where you eat. Which is why you moved out of the old apartment and in with Seokjin in the first place. 

The rest of your shopping experience goes with mild teasing. You’re still a little bit on edge, but not enough to be truly mad, especially when he offers to cook dinner. 

Once again, you find yourself nestled on the couch watching TV before he finally relents and announces he’s going to practice duos with Jungkook. He assures you that he’ll keep it down this time - he isn’t streaming, so you sure hope so - and vanishes for the rest of the evening. 

When you get ready for bed, it is mostly silent on his of the wall. No yelling, but you can hear the soft lull of his voice. Oddly enough, it’s soothing, and you end up falling asleep with the barest sound of his hum through the walls. 

-

Most nights, you can sleep through Seokjin’s yelling at the sudden sound of his knee hitting his gaming desk as he jumps up, a string of expletives laced with other unintelligible expressions of shock, horror, and frustration. Most nights, you can tuck your headphones in, and blissfully fall asleep to the sound of rain, hearing his insanity only once in a while.

Except now you’ve lost your headphones, you don’t have enough money to splurge on a new pair, and Seokjin has been practicing for a tournament for some extremely long stream he has coming up. 

So now, you go nights without sleep. Nights where you drift off to dreamland after a long shift at the bar or studying for your dissertation. Nights like this, where you teeter on the edge between awake and asleep, and you’re startled straight out of your bed from a shout. 

Heart pounding, you grip the edge of your bed, trying to get your bearings as Seokjin’s shouting echoes through the shared wall. You feel sick with the sudden rush of adrenaline and fear, closing your eyes for a moment as the room spins.

Gritting your teeth and ripping your blankets from you, you march to his room, stumbling as you try to get your bearings from waking up so suddenly. Your stomach does a nasty flip, churning at the unplanned activity as you pound your fist on his door.

“Open up, motherfucker!” You screech, hand slamming on the door without pause. “I swear, Seokjin, sometimes I just want to-“ 

The door rips open and you nearly knock him right in his chest. His very bare, very broad chest, lit up by the purple RBG lights on his headphones and strip lighting around his room to improve the ambiance of his setup. 

“Holy shit, woman! What?” 

You blink, momentarily dazed at what you came here for, distracted entirely by the firm curves of his pectorals, skin smooth and gold. Was Seokjin always this in shape or is it a figment spurred by the rush of adrenaline? 

Finding your words is hard, your brain is scrambled and near ready to make dial-up noises at the site of your roommate’s bare skin. “We just talked about this,” you manage to spit out. “And you’re literally going to start screaming the same fucking day we talk about keeping it down?”

“I mean I’m sorry but damn. You don’t have to break the door down.”

“Then stop screaming!”

“You’re the one screaming!”

“Because I’m trying to fucking sleep! I have dealt with you yelling, cheering, slamming the desk and hollering and doing your little moan-scream for almost a year without saying anything!” You yell back, fists clenched and rage boiling. “I’m so fucking over it!”

“Then why have you never mentioned it before? You know, like an adult!”

Your mouth hangs open at the clap back. “Be for real. I am not the problem here.”  

“Well if I’m the problem, why haven’t you communicated that? You’ve been here eight months and it took me asking you at the grocery store to fess up that I was bothering you.” 

“I mean. Yeah, but-”

“So don’t yell at me that I didn’t read your mind and I had no idea I was bothering you. Or get headphones.” 

“How about you start gaming at normal hours? Have you ever thought of that?” 

He rolls his eyes. “You mean my working hours?”

“I mean between the hours before 11 at night, Jin!” 

“Make me!”

“Fine!” You snap, rage pushing you over. “Shall we make a wager?” 

This catches him by surprise. He blinds a few times, tilting his head. “What are you proposing?” 

Crossing your arms, you nod to the computer. “You want me to play Apex so bad? Fine, we’ll make it a competition.” 

“There’s no 1 v 1 in Apex.”

“Duos. Whoever gets the most kills wins. No shields higher than blue, no turning on each other. Just strictly kill count. If win, you don’t get to game past 11 pm anymore.” 

“And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“What can I have?” He pauses, looking you up and down. Something feels different as he does this. His gaze heavier. Darker. He licks his lips, your attention is drawn to the way the blue lights glittering on his wall turn the spit-slicked surface blue. “How about any favor at any time that I ask? Are we also trying to win as a duo?”

“Sure. No holds barred on how we get kills.” 

Again, he examines you, trying to puzzle something out. Wordlessly, he walks to his computer and grabs his headset. The door is open to his room, showing that he just has his basic setup turned on, with no intention of streaming. “Jungkook I’ll hit you up tomorrow. I have to kick my roommate's ass.” Jungkook says something on the other side and Seokjin clears his throat. “Yeah, no. Bye.”

He returns, phone in hand. Your phone pings in your room. “Add me on Discord, I guess.” 

Wordlessly, you spin and head to your room. 

There are still things Seokjin doesn’t know about you. Like how you played his favorite game for a year straight, trying to impress your last roommate-turned-fuck-buddy with your skills. While it partially worked in your favor, their failure to commit to you gave you a sour taste about the game. 

It’s been a while since you’ve played. Slower games are more your style, and you haven’t turned on your PC in a while, but as it starts, lights inside of the glass case glittering, you feel a shiver of excitement. 

Your setup is not nearly as advanced as your roommate's, who has three screens, a massive desk and hi-tech camera, a microphone, and a massive custom-built unit that could probably power a tank. Yours is pre-built but sturdy, and you have a single screen with a modest keyboard and headset to match. 

Glancing at the Discord user, you roll your eyes at what Seokjin’s written: WorldWideHandsomeJin.

“Weirdo,” you mutter. 

You add him anyway, getting comfortable in your chair and hitting the call button. He answers immediately, his voice making the hair at the back of your neck tingle as he says, “So are you going to be my Discord kitten?”

“Ew, don’t ever say that again,” you mutter. Navigating your desktop, you start to update the game. “Give me fifteen. I have to update.”

“Really? Newbie.”

“Sorry I don’t play this game every second of my life. I haven’t played since I moved out of the last place.” 

He hums, voice vibrating in your very nice headset. You turn him down a little bit, feeling just a little drunk from the rich timbre of his voice. “That was a… weird situation, huh?”

“A bit.” 

“They play Apex that much too?”

“Not as much as you do.” He hums again. “Who do you main?” 

“Loba.”

“Fine,” you answer as the program opens. “I’m playing Wraith.” 

The game menu blares in your ears, making you squeak and reset all of your old settings. It feels weird to log on, pointedly ignoring the familiar username as you navigate your friends list to add Seokjin. He pops up and selects duos for you. 

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see his rank. “Diamond? Holy fuck do you touch grass?” 

“Says you! You played enough that you hit Diamond in your first season too, nerd. It shows your historical stats. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Whatever. Ready up.” 

Neither of you says anything as the system prepares to put you in a game. You look at his stats, raising your brows as you flip through. He’s historically hit the highest rank in the game, making you wonder why he’s dropped recently. He also has a ridiculous skin on his character, making you wonder how long he’s been playing. 

Apex Legends is a first-person shooter game with a battle royale format. Similar to Fortnite, teams load into the game and pick up weapons and other materials to fight other teams the ring of combat gets smaller and smaller. With Seokjin’s selection of Loba guarantees that you’ll be able to stock weapons and ammo. With your selection of Wraith, you can get in and out of situations quickly and you’ll know when an enemy team focuses on you.

As the map loads, you can’t help but feel the tremor in your hand. Your leg bounces up and down as you wait, watching the dropship come into focus. You give Seokjin the power to drop your duo anywhere on the complex map. You almost expect him to launch immediately, but you’re impressed to see that he has enough patience to drop you a moderate distance on the map.

Which means fewer weapons, fewer shields, and fewer teams to kill. You frown as you navigate your character to land near utility boxes full of weapons. Does he think you need to take it slow? Or maybe he’s worried about giving you too many people to kill easily. 

“Team to the north,” you comm, opening up boxes and selecting weapons, shields, and med packs. “What do you shoot?”

“Energy. Preferably the volt.” 

“Volt here. Let me know if you see a flatline or sentinel.” 

“You snipe with Wraith?” 

“When she says someone’s aiming at me, yeah?” 

He hums but does not comment the two of you use the map to navigate. You fall into a rhythm, using the controls feels sort of familiar. As you work your way toward the next ring, Seokjin startles you when he starts firing shots at a time looting that you miss. You flinch and whirl, but he’s already eliminated the pair. 

“Two zero.” 

“Whatever,” you growl, ignoring his smug voice.

Shooter, move your character in game commands. You dodge behind a box as an enemy team rattles off shots. Your heart pounds as you use a sniper to look in the direction of the shots, seeing the duo up on a tower. Lining up the scope, you click and hit a player. 

“Knocked,” you call automatically. The second teammate makes a bad call and tries to get their knocked pair up. You line up the shot and click twice. “Knocked. Out.” You move your mouse and finish the other teammate. “Out.”

“Yeah, yeah, good comms whatever. We’re even.”

You grin. “Just trying to communicate to my teammate.” 

He snorts. “Sure.”

For a few moments, the two of you navigate to a safe zone. When you see two teams clash, you don’t even think. Normally you’d wait for one team to finish off the other, but you’re in a competition with Seokjin, too. Suddenly, winning means more than just peace and silence.

“Knocked,” you call, sniping another player. “Out. Out. Knocked.” 

“You motherfucker,” Jin hisses. “You’re supposed to - out - tell me when we’re going to push a team.”

“Hey, that was my kill!”

“You only knocked him!” 

“Whatever. And I pushed them because I want to win.”

“I didn’t realize you were so good at this.” The two of you start looting the load out of the eliminated players. “You kept saying I don’t like Apex and here you are, really good at it.”

“Honestly, I used to like it.” Together, you traverse the map until you enter the next ring. Seokjin pauses to use Loba’s pop shop ability, a cache of weapons and materials in the local area showing up in front of you. As you sort through them, you continue, “But I used to play with my old roommate and I used to do it to impress them. As it turns out, being good at a video game does not a relationship make.”

“Hmm. Well if it makes you feel any better, I like you even without the Apex.”

“I meant I was trying to get them to like me romantically.”

“I know what you meant.” 

You pause. Seokjin does not explain his statement, humming lightly as he picks up ammo and leaves the little shop running. He skips down the hill with his character, his happy little tune deep in your ear. 

Nerves get the best of you in the next firefight with a team. You get knocked and screech into the headset, thinking that your chance to win is over. Seokjin, thankfully, takes pity on you and heals you after your near-death experience. But now he’s in the lead, and there are only five teams left. 

I know what you meant. 

The words sit heavy on you. While you are attracted to Seokjin you know it’s a bad idea. Roommates being anything more than roommates often brings other issues. You’d learned firsthand how poorly not defining a relationship could go. That was on you as an adult too but… you didn’t want something in between.

And you have no inclination of what he meant. 

Seokjin wasn’t a very flirty person. Teasing you came easily enough, and he was always nice. He had been a little extra nice recently since you’d been spending more time together, but there wasn’t anything that would suggest he saw you as more than a roommate. 

Two more people downed, and you were tied. The two of you were more into the game and less into the bet. Your interrupted sleep was long forgotten, and you leaned forward as you devised a plan, locking down a high tower where you could see enemy teams coming to escape the shrinking ring. 

“Glad you got that stupid sentinel,” Seokjin mutters. “Who snipes with Wraith.” 

“Shut up,” you shoot back, though you don’t really mean it. “Your second gun is a fucking wingman.” 

“Because it’s like a one tap to the head!” An incoming team distracts him from arguing with you. “Over by that dino cage.”

“Got it,” you comm back. The second you shoot, you draw fire. “Oh my god do they have a Kraber?” 

“Yeah, but they fucked the shot. You got this.” 

Taking a breath - a little dramatic, you realize as you scope them - you take the shot. You tap one, but they have red armor. You curse, pissed you installed a fucking armor limitation, and duck behind the wall as the other team misses the shot with their kraber again. 

“Best gun in the game and they can’t hit shots!” Seokjin laughs. “Imagine! Their buddy must be fuming.”

You scope again and tap the person again. “Knocked. Do we stand our ground or try and take them?” Another shot misses. “Can you keep a scope on that person you cracked and I can push? Other team is probably trying to wait it out.” 

“If they see you?”

“Then you’re fucked but they’re not going to engage between two snipers. Maybe? I don’t know. Just do your thing.”

And you do your thing as Seokjin runs off toward the enemy team. They no longer have shots on their gun - which makes you roll your eyes, it’s the best gun on the map - and keep focused. Either they think you’re moving or they make a bad call - the healthy teammate tries to pick up their knocked ally and you take the shot. 

“They’re both cracked.” 

“Got it- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OTHER TEAM.” 

His screech makes you slam your knee into the underside of your desk. No wonder he does this all the time, you think, realizing that the disrupting noise is a lot easier to make than you originally thought. “Let them take the kill then!”

“Fuck that I want to win!”

“Ew is this about the bet still? Now I want to win the game!”

“That’s what I’m talking about! Ye of little fAIIIIIITH!”

It’s hard not to giggle as he breaks off into yelling, entering a firefight while you try to provide cover and miss your shots. “Stop fucking portaling where I want to shoot!”

“Stop missing!”

“Knocked motherfucker!” 

“Got it!”

Seokjin finishes the two teammates as the knocked enemies on the other team expire. Both of you scream over your headsets. You shoot to your feet as the victory screen flashes. You don’t even wait - you bolt toward the door, your wired-in headset ripping off your head and nearly yanking you back as you go. 

The door is already open as he yells loudly, jumping up and down and grabbing you by the forearms, jumping around in circles with you. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and you can’t help but feel elated as he shakes you wildly, screaming, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” 

His hands are warm on your biceps, gentle and squeezing you excitedly. And then between one breath and the next, he’s pulling you toward him, pressing his lips to yours. 

A shock goes through you. You freeze for a moment, completely taken aback and unsure how to react. Seokjin realizes what he’s done and immediately backs away, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the strands as he says, “Shit - I am so sorry. That was wow - that was a line crossed without your consent and I’m so sorry.” 

Heat floods you from head to toe. Your heart slams against your chest and you stare at him as he fumbles over an apology, his face red as you feel. Your mind can’t catch up as the warmth spreads from your face to the rest of you.

“I’m genuinely so sorry, I just got really excited and-”

“What did you mean earlier,” you cut him off. “When you were all I know what you meant. Look I… really don’t want to make this living situation weird.”

“Totally understand, I’m so sorry.”

You chew on your lip, looking at him. He looks earnest, eyes round and expression pleading. Your lips tingle where he kissed you, so quickly that you’ve already forgotten. Part of you wants to tell him to kiss you again. It was nice. And the flip in your stomach was… good. 

But the part of you speaking now says, “I had fun gaming with you. Apology accepted. I am super tired though, so I’m going to go to bed okay?”

“Yeah. Listen, I am so sorry. That won’t happen again and I just - that was not cool of me at all.”

“It’s okay.” 

“It wasn’t.” 

You offer a smile, still nervous, fingers twitching. “I know you didn’t like, mean anything by it.”

He frowns. “Well I did but that’s my issue.” 

Your heart is a stone skipping on the smooth surface of a pond. “What does that mean?” 

“Look,” he sighs. “I don’t want to make things weird, alright? I harbor a bit of a crush on you and that was honestly absolutely not okay for me to just-” He gesticulates wildly with his hands. “It was an inconsiderate thing for me to do.” 

A crush. Your breathing hitches and you rub sweaty palms against your pants, nodding. “It’s - we’re okay. We’re fine.” 

Seokjin nods, nibbling on his bottom lip as he stares at you, red-faced and nervous. The silence turns awkward, your mind blanks and buzzes as you try to digest his words.

Crush crush crush crush. 

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you announce abruptly, needing to escape the room to breathe for a moment. He nods, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as you rush out. “Night!”

Behind locked doors in your room, you cover your face, feeling the way your cheeks are flushed. You do some deep breathing, trying to regulate your heart rate as your brain spins its tires on Seokjin’s words- confession. 

He confused. That he has a crush. 

For a few moments, you just lean over and pant, trying to think how you feel. Your stomach is a bundle of nervousness and your hands are a little shaky. But you’re not upset. In fact, you smile a bit, thinking of the way that Seokjin had turned shy and the way his lips had felt soft for that split second of a chance.

Straightening, you stare at the wall between your bedrooms. Seokjin is right there. Has been right there. And has admitted to liking you and is sweet and kind and fun to hang out with and-

It might be a bad decision. You’ve been down this road before. It ended up with you nursing feelings and deciding that feelings with roommates was a bad idea. But your last roommate didn’t have feelings for you like that. They liked the sex, but that was where the attraction ended. 

So maybe -

You knock loudly on Seokjin’s door. There’s some shuffling on the other side and he opens it, brows furrowed and a little breathless. Before he can ask what you’re doing, you’re pushing past him and asking, “When you say you have a crush on me what do you mean? In the physical, only attracted to your appearance kind of way, or like the would date kind of way?”

“Well I am physically attracted to you,” he answers slowly, turning to look at you. “But I also like you. You’re funny and incredibly kind, and you’re easy to live with. I like the way that you make your hashbrowns a little extra crispy and crunchy, and I like that you think of me when you do things.” 

“So you like me?”

“Yes, I think I… included that?”

You lick your lips, taking a shaky breath. “So you don’t want to just fuck me no strings attached?”

He blanches. “No. I don’t. Look I know I made you uncomfortable-”

“Kiss me.”

“What now?”

“Kiss me!”

There is a fleeting smile Seokjin gives you that later, you’ll think on with a fluttering heart and breathless laugh. But now, all you can think about is the gentle touch of his hands as they cradle your face and the delicate way his lips press against yours, pillow soft and sweet. 

Seokjin smells like his body wash, the sage and juniper intoxicating as you wrap your arms around his neck. His skin is warm as you press your palms against his skin, his pulse throbbing underneath your thumb. 

The kiss is chaste, just a firm press of lips and a surprised noise shared between the two of you. Tentatively, you pull away, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. Seokjin’s eyes are swimming pools of darkness framed by long lashes. He’s so beautiful, but up close he’s deadly, flecks of gold glittering in his irises. 

“I just,” you whisper. “I don’t want it to be weird but I also… want.” 

You don’t have to explain. Seokjin’s grin is easy, nodding. He gets it. He gets you. So he leans down again and pulls you in by the waist, fingers curling in the hem of your t-shirt as he tugs you toward him. The motion makes you gasp and he takes the chance to turn the kiss from sweet to carnal, tongue sweeping into your mouth.

Seokjin kisses you slowly, tongue curious and gentle. Your head spins as you kiss him and you can barely breathe, so full of him and thoughts of him and the taste of him that you grip him tight, desperate not to fall over. 

The irritation from him waking you up is long forgotten as he tugs you closer. Your hips press against his, mouths sliding, a mix of gentle smacks, spit, and gasps for air. A buzz tingles through you as you nudge Seokjin toward his bed and he responds immediately, backing up and pulling you with him.

When the back of his legs hit the bed, he falls backward. The two of you become a tangled pile of limbs and kisses and giggles, but you find your place as you slot your knees on either side of his narrow waist, palms flat against his chest and the steady beating of his heart. 

There are stars in his eyes when he looks up at you. For a second, you just look at one another, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs and his eyes locked on your face. His lips and face are rouge, hair messy. You grin and lean down, pressing your lips against him again. 

Kissing Seokjin is invigorating. You can’t help but let little noises slip from your mouth. His fingers press into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he groans, hips twitching upward for friction. The bulge through his sweatpants makes you squeak and you break the kiss, wiggling your hips down to press against his clothed cock.

“Ugh,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut and head pressing back into his mattress. “Don’t do that. I’m so fucking hard.” 

“Do you want some help with that?”

His gaze softens and his thumbs slide back and forth on your thighs, caressing gently. “I want whatever you want. Nothing, everything, something. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Well right now… I really want to suck you off.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.” 

Without breaking eye contact, you drop and slide your hand from where it presses against his chest downward. His abs twitch under your hand as you dance along his over-warm skin. His breathing has turned faint and breathy, body nearly trembling as you brush your fingers along the trail of hair leading into his sweatpants.

Watching him is hypnotizing. Seokjin’s lips part slightly as you slide your hand underneath the elastic, brows shooting up when you brush the sticky tip of his cock. 

“No underwear?”

“They’re - nggg - restricting.” 

His shaft is long and smooth, your fingers brushing along the underside, tracing a vein. You’re impressed by the sheer size of his dick, wondering if you’re going to manage to not choke, but the sound he lets you when you wrap your fingers around him and grip him tight erases the apprehension. 

“You sound so good like that,” you breathe, giving a loose-fisted stroke toward the crown, beaded with precum. “Also you have a sizeable dick.”

“Sizeable, huh?” You brush your thumb over the tip, nail gliding over his leaking slit and he lets out a loud moan, making you grin. “Take it out and see how fucking sizeable it is, hmm?”

It’s hard to take him seriously with how ridiculous he sounds, but you slide down the bed, gently getting onto your knees. Using both hands, you tug at his sweatpants, looking up at him through fluttered lashes. 

And… suddenly it’s not a joke anymore. Your mouth waters a bit at the side, his tip flushed angry, and needy. His thick, and you know how good it would feel to just sink down on top of his length, filling up the throb that aches between your legs. 

Pressing your palms firmly into his thighs, you lift yourself up, dipping low to run your tongue along the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his shaft. He lets out a sinful growl, hands fisting the sheet and gasping as you watch him struggle. 

At the tip, you slid a hand up, gripping him firmly as you suckle the red, swollen flesh into your mouth. His precum is salty on your tongue and you hum, eyes fixed on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the blush blossoming from his neck to his pecs. 

Seokjin is beautiful under the assault of your mouth. 

Suckling gently, you watch his reaction as your tongue lazily circles around the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips wiggle back and forth but he never bucks up into your mouth, never thrusts deeper than you’re willing to go. 

“Please,” he whispers and it comes out as an almost whine. “More.” 

You give him more, gently sinking your mouth down on him. It’s a stretch but you manage, careful to mind your breathing as you bob gently, hollowing your cheeks for added suction. Expletive-laced moans drip from his mouth, his eyes squeeze shut as you continue to suck gently. 

Drool runs out the sides of your mouth. You let it, the stickiness of your spit and his presume slicking down his cock helps you take more of him in his mouth. When his tip brushes the back of your throat, he nearly growls, fully writhing underneath you now.

Seeing him like this is addicting, worked up and sweating, and falling apart. What you can’t fit in your mouth you grip with your hand, mouth, and fingers stroking together in time to work him up. Your mouth buzzes around him in a self-satisfied hum. 

Seokjin can’t help himself. His hands leave the sheets, one hand going to the back of your head, fingers pressed firmly. He doesn’t push or pull, his grip just firm and begging. The sound as you let him thrust a little is sinful and wet, the cough-choke of your throat accompanied by stilted curses. 

Suddenly, he pulls you up. Cum-mixed spit dribbles down your chin, mouth feeling stretched and swollen as you look up at him. His sweats are around his ankles, abs and thighs flexing as he leans forward, urging you upward. 

Your mouths meet in a heated smack of cum and spit and moans and teeth. Your mind is spinning as he cups your face fiercely, pulling you to your feet and up onto his naked waist. His hands pull at your shirt and you yank it fiercely, breaking your messy kiss just to toss it. 

Seokjin’s hands are warm and starving for you and vicious as he pulls your bralette off, adding it to the messy pile in his room. Steady hands cup your breasts, his eyes glittering as he makes a noise. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”

You fall forward but his hands steady you, lifting his head to catch a nipple with his mouth. It sets you alight, electricity snapping to life from the motion. You moan, head thrown back, eyes rolling as he nipples lightly on your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you squeak. The heat between your legs hurts, your cunting throbbing for him. “That feels so good.”

He hums, letting go of the hardened peak with a gentle scrape of his teeth, moving his mouth to lavish your other breast. His thumb brushes back and forth over the glossy peak, keeping it stimulated. 

You tremble in his grip, seated in his lap as he places luscious sucks across your chest. 

“You’re beautiful.” Seokjin’s words are mumbled in damp kisses against your collarbone. “You’re smart and sweet and generous and stunning.” 

“You’re beautiful,” you answer. It feels stupid to say, but it’s the only thing you can come up with. Everything feels fuzzy and you’re drowning in the praise. “Why is your discord WorldWideHandsomJin?”

“Shut up.” He rolls the two of you over, a whirlwind of limbs and giggles. “Cause I wanted it to be, and it’s true.” 

“It is,” you agreed, gasping as he slides his hand into your pajama shorts. His fingers brush over your damp panties, and he huffs a laugh when he feels how sticky wet you are. “More.” 

He hums and applies more pressure, but it doesn’t relieve the ache. “No,” you whine, clawing his chest. “Please.” 

“Because you said please.”

With a swift hand, he pulls your shorts and underwear down. You don’t have time to shiver at the cool air of his room hitting your pussy, his fingers brushing up and down. “God,” he groans, dropping his head against the side of your neck. “You’re soaked, baby.” 

Pleasure sparks as he thumbs your clit in gentle circles. You feel arousal flood the pit of your stomach, cunt aching and leaking as he slides a finger up and down, applying pressure to your hole before gently sliding into your cunt. 

It’s not enough. You get breathy all the same, the feel of his finger stroking your front wall making the world around you melt. Your limbs feel heavy and you shut your eyes, feeling the way he strokes your g-spot over and over again. 

“Another,” you gasp, hips bucking upward. “Please, more.”

“Yeah?” he asks. “Greedy pussy needs more?”

His filth makes your mouth pop open. He complies, though, sliding in another finger and fucking into you properly. He lets you roll your hips upward, trying to ride his hand as you chase the feeling in your stomach. 

It feels like you can’t get enough air, heat trapped between your bodies, static sticking to your skin. Seokjin feels like heaven and fucking hell, skin sticky where your bodies touch, thrumming with energy. 

And it’s so much - almost too much. You want him closer, want to be fuller, want the snap of his hips. You dig your fingers into his biceps, mouth brushing against his, words mumbled between pressed lips, “Please.” 

With a slick sound, he pulls his fingers from you. Immediately you miss the feeling, but you’re rewarded as he brings shine-slicked fingers up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth. He leers around his fingers, eyes dark. 

“Yum,” he whispers, bending down and licking into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips. 

For a quick moment, he fumbles in his nightstand, pulling out a condom and breaking the foil with a soft crinkle. He’s painted a soft blue in the lights of his room, the changing colors making him a mirage of neons and soft colors, a haunting and stunning creature all at once. 

Seokjin shuffles you carefully up the bed, peppering your skin with kisses as he goes. Reverent hands stretch your legs wide open for him as he slots himself against you, giving shallow thrusts so that his cock slides against your messy fold. You whine, needed more stimulation, needing to feel full to relieve the ache. 

Grabbing the base of his cock, he strokes upwards again, letting his cockhead catch on your trembling hole. A stream of expletives falls from your lips as your head falls backward, your entire frame vibrating as he slowly slides in. You’re so wet that it helps, but the thick girth of him burns all the way until he is fully sheathed and your walls are fluttering around him.

“Shit, you’re fucking squeezing me.”

“Cause your cock is fucking big!”

“Am I supposed to apologize?”

“No, but please fuck me.”

You need the slide of his shaft against your walls, need to feel the way he hits so deep it’s like he’s in your fucking stomach. Seokjin starts a slow but purposeful pace, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, sliding his hands under your as to lift you slightly. The angle allows him to fuck your spot as he thrusts in, your limbs going slack as the feeling of an orgasm winds from just a few strokes. 

Seokjin fucks you with purpose, stroking a little faster. Sweat beads on his chest, hair clinging to his forehead as he bites his bottom lip, stomach flexing. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers wrapped around his wrist where he holds you, practically pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you open. 

It’s mind-numbing, everything else fading away as his room swirls in colors, punctuated by the snap of his hips against your wet ass and your high-pitched moans. 

You wish you could be more of a participant, but the way he makes you feel has the room spinning. He fucks you down into the mattress, the slide of your skin against his sheets added friction. Your head hits a pillow, knocking it sideways, your hand trying to find a grip on anything. It finds the wall and you press against it, feeling the squeeze of your breath in your lungs and the coil in your stomach. 

“Come on,” Seokjin urges, one hand leaving your ass to slip between your legs. He circles your clit and your eyes roll back in your head, the roaring feeling of your orgasm coming closer and closer. “Fuck your feel so fucking good - you look so fucking good just taking my cock like this.”

There’s no response available. You think you’re babbling now, mouth agape, eyes squeezed so shut that colors explode across your vision. He fucks you hard but at a medium pace, each thrust supported with his full weight, hitting so deep that you can’t breathe.

When you cum, it’s like a freight train hits you, the world going absolute white noise and numb. You lose yourself in the feeling, everywhere and nowhere all at once. You’re aware of the way your pussy pulses around his cock and through the buzz in your ears, you hear him curse, gasping your name as he cums just as hard. 

You have no idea how long it takes for you to come back down. You barely feel your limbs, the tingle in them like when your foot falls asleep but far more pleasant. You roll your head over to find Seokjin breathing deeply, skin glowing with sweat. His eyes flutter open as you stare at him and he grins, tired but genuine. Your stomach leaps. 

“I swear,” he mumbles. “Next time I will last way longer than that. But fuck.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard,” you admit, voice hoarse. “I think that is why they call it le petite mort. Holy shit.” 

He laughs and he pulls you in. With the shift of your limbs, you feel how sticky and wet your legs are, thighs pressed together in the mess. You make a face at the feeling, no longer finding it attractive now that you’re not actively fucking, but he kisses you and you immediately forget about it. 

“By the way,” he mutters, voice deep. “I won the bet so you owe me a favor.”

You grit your teeth, realizing that he did win by a single kill. “Fine. What’s your favor?”

“Not much, just want to take you out somewhere nice. Buy you a beautiful dinner. Learn all of your embarrassing stories from middle school and if you had an emo phase.”

“Did you have an emo phase?” 

“You’ll only find out if we go on a date.”

You smile. Your mouth hurts from the kissing and the stretch of his dick, but it doesn’t matter. You brush the sweaty hair from his face, his eyes fixed on your reaction. “Of course, I’ll go on a date with you.” 

“Hmm. Good. Now come on, I wanna fuck you in the shower.” 

“That I can agree with.” 

ugh f*ck (m) | myg

— “who you belong to.”

title: UGH F*CK parts: one by @kookskingdom​, two by @yoon2k​​ pairing: yoongi x reader, seokjin x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; boxer au ; boxer!yoongi , ring girl!reader summary: you tend to yoongi’s wounds after a match, even though you damn well know that someone is coming to pick you up. very, very soon. warnings: pwp, swearing, dirty talk, infidelity (that turns out to be consensual it’ll all make sense!!), fingering, penetration, unprotected (pls be safe), voyeurism, exhibitionism, consent wbk, rough sex, choking, degradation, humiliation, dom!jin, clit slapping, overstimulation, crying, daddy kink, touch of aftercare, sl*t/wh*re mentions, creampie, begging, orgasm denial, breast play, boxer yoongi??, rich suited up seokjin???, feelings??, just a yoonjin pwp idk what else to say note: this is a last-second surprise for @sugakookitty​!! dee, the theme is purely for you I CANT DO THIS AGAIN!! no more! and i have no excuses other than i was coerced by four people, and two of them are min yoongi and kim seokjin (whom i heard you were thirsting hard for lately!) lastly, ty to my brain for actually allowing this fic to happen note 2: umm.. this is also for the yoonjin stans lol also it’s p unedited so apologies! total word count: 6k drop date: december 16th, 2021, 1:22am est

Like every other time, Yoongi left the ring a champion. 

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Soul on Fire: Masterlist

Author: vyduan Pairing: Kim Seokjin | Reader Genre: soulmate touch AU, slow burn, strangers to lovers, smut, idol au, angst Word Count: ~24.1k Rating: Explicit, 18+ Warnings: swearing, legal consumption of alcohol, light mentions of Ehlers-Danos Syndrome, light mentions of disability in general, eventual smut

Summary: What happens when you find your soulmate accidentally at a gala and he’s international superstar Kim Seokjin of BTS and you are both engaged to other people? Or the soulmate touch AU that no one asked for but I absolutely had to write. 

Notes: I went on a tear of reading soulmate touch AUs recently (where once you touch, your soulmate’s touch replaces food) and I’m indebted to the intricate worlds created by @bagelswrites and their fic “Love at First Touch,” “Turbulence” by @fallencairns, and “Trip No Further” by new bestie @matchstick6812​. 

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satisfy 05 (teaser)

summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ kimline/reader teaser word count⇢ 1k estimated chapter word count⇢ 13k+ rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda)

a/n⇢ HELLO!!! i've been slowly working on this for what feels like forever and i can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel 😭 fingers crossed i can post in the next few weeks, but for now i wanted to share a little snippet. as always, subject to change until i do my final edit--HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS IS GONNA BE A DOOZY 😈

You were even planning on putting on a little makeup, on properly doing your hair for the first time in weeks and giving the bun you had been sporting a rest. However, all it took was a knock on your door to put an end to all those extras.

You frowned at the sound and padded over to your front door, happy you had already thrown on a hoodie to keep yourself warm until the festivities properly started. The sight of a familiar man through the peephole, hands resting comfortably in his slacks, threw you off.

Automatically, your hands were disengaging all the locks, were swinging the door open. “You’re early—”

Whatever words you had next immediately dissipated on your tongue. Taehyung was there, but he apparently came with company. Your mind whirred, trying to come up with a perfectly logical reason for why all three Kim brothers were at your doorstep right now.  

“Your hair,” you blurted, your scrambled brain latching onto the easiest subject first.

“Hmm?” Taehyung ruffled his newly dyed locks, the onyx hue a stark difference from the silver you were used to. “Oh yeah, I guess I haven’t seen you all week. My dad wanted me to dye it to a more ‘appropriate’ color before the conference. But whatever. It was time for a change, anyway. And this will be easier to upkeep.”

You could only continue to stare at him as he spoke, your eyes naturally drifting over his shoulder at your additional visitors. 

All three of them were dressed pretty casually, which was normal for Taehyung and Namjoon, but less so for Seokjin when not in the comfort of his own home. The soft pink of his sweatsuit was a stark contrast to the sharp intelligence of his eyes. He met your gaze for only a few seconds before he was turning to meet Namjoon’s instead, a pinch in his brow. 

Taehyung spoke again before either of them could say anything. “You gonna keep us out here?” he teased, casually leaning against the doorframe.

That finally jumpstarted you out of your haze, scrambling to move out of the way and gesture them inside. “Yes, of course. Come in!” Before your nosy neighbor caught them and assumed you were slutting it up.

(She would technically be right, but still. It was the principle. Your life was none of that judgy shrew’s business.) 

Tae strolled in like he always did—like he owned the place—but you noticed his brothers’ strides seemed a bit more hesitant than the confidence you usually got to witness. Namjoon’s mouth was slightly pursed in the way you’d long learned meant he was thinking. Why did they seem as confused as you did?

“Hi,” you hedged anyway, a small, puzzled smile on your lips. “It’s been a while. Sorry if I’m acting weird—I just wasn’t expecting you, so I’m a little thrown off.”

Understanding immediately crossed Seokjin’s features, but you only got a second to see it before he was whipping towards his youngest brother, appalled. 

Namjoon was looking at him too, clearly irritated. “Are you serious, Taehyung?”

“What?” you asked, gaze flitting between the three of them in hope of finding some clarity. 

“You never asked her?” Seokjin snapped.

Namjoon shook his head. “You know that’s not cool, man.”

“Never asked me what?” you cut in, bemused. 

Taehyung, for his part, looked properly contrite. “I’m sorry,” he told the room, before solidly placing his attention back on you. His eyes were soft and sincere. “It truly slipped my mind, and I’m sorry, _____. I didn’t think.”

“When do you ever?” Seokjin snarked, but you ignored him, focused solely on Taehyung.

“What, Tae?” you encouraged gently. “What are you sorry for?”

It was clear from the hunch of his shoulders that he felt bad. “Um…”

“He invited us to come with him to meet you today,” Namjoon supplied. He gave his little brother a disappointed shake of his head. “But that’s not a decision for him to make. Is it, Tae.”

“I just knew that none of us have seen her in a while,” Tae whined. “And _____, when you reached out yesterday, I figured it would be the perfect opportunity since we’re leaving the country for a few weeks.”

“I should have known better,” Seokjin muttered with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry about this, _____. You never marked group activities as a no and I thought Taehyung actually asked you like an adult, so I just assumed you were on board. I can leave.”

You blinked, still trying to grasp what was going on. “You were…trying to share your time?” you asked Taehyung slowly.

He nodded meekly. “I don’t mind sharing,” came his honest answer.

“But does she,” Seokjin scoffed, eyes narrowing in irritation. “That’s the only thing that matters. And to think otherwise is just selfish, Taehyung.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” The words left your lips before your brain could even register them, likely spurred on by how chastened Taehyung looked. The three of them looked at you in surprise.

“It’s okay?” Namjoon parroted, an eyebrow raised in question.

You swallowed, then gave a nod of confirmation. Because you knew Taehyung had never been trying to trap you. One of the qualities that simply made him him was his spontaneity, and while that made him fun and interesting to be around, it also was a double-edged sword that could end up with situations like this.

Tae knew none of them had seen you in a while, he knew they were soon going to jet out of the country, and had simply been trying to be nice in inviting his brothers along. He didn’t mean any harm.

“It’s okay,” you repeated, giving him a reassuring smile that visibly loosened some of the tension in his body. “You can all stay.”

The words settled between the four of you, heavy in the resulting quiet. Teeming with implication. You still weren’t completely sure what you were agreeing to, but what you did know was that you were going to need something to help stave off the nerves slowly bubbling beneath your skin. You cleared your throat, turning to make your way to the kitchen. “I think I need a drink.”

satisfy 02

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summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ seokjin/reader, namjoon/reader, taehyung/reader, …..jimin/reader word count⇢ 10.7k rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda) warnings⇢ sexual content, lots of kissing, body worship, oral (female receiving), fingering, bad jokes, descriptions of a pelvic exam, jinnie likes his ladies all natural 🤪, jimin being an angel, taehyung being a lot, seokjin being a beautiful beautiful bastard 😔, in case you forgot this is a fic about prostitution the hustle never stops ok thanks 

a/n⇢ so i most definitely did not intend to work on this next…but then 190424 taehyung happened and i was flat out TRIGGERED 😭😭😭 all three of the kims looked good that day, omg. you expect me to see the kims in suits and not immediately have a meltdown?? you must be new here 😫😭 anyways, let’s get this ball rolling. mood for this chapter is this song~

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satisfy 02

cr

summary⇢ “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do? pairing⇢ seokjin/reader, namjoon/reader, taehyung/reader, …..jimin/reader word count⇢ 10.7k rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | escort!au | ceo!au (kinda) warnings⇢ sexual content, lots of kissing, body worship, oral (female receiving), fingering, bad jokes, descriptions of a pelvic exam, jinnie likes his ladies all natural 🤪, jimin being an angel, taehyung being a lot, seokjin being a beautiful beautiful bastard 😔, in case you forgot this is a fic about prostitution the hustle never stops ok thanks 

a/n⇢ so i most definitely did not intend to work on this next…but then 190424 taehyung happened and i was flat out TRIGGERED 😭😭😭 all three of the kims looked good that day, omg. you expect me to see the kims in suits and not immediately have a meltdown?? you must be new here 😫😭 anyways, let’s get this ball rolling. mood for this chapter is this song~

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sleepover — ksj, pjm

You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.

☆ pairing: best friend!seokjin x fem!reader x best friend!jimin

☆ genre: roommates au, best friends with benefits, smut

☆ word count: 7.3k

☆ warnings: evil jin & jimin cus i can't write them if they aren't meanies (they're still cuties 💘), reader's kinda a bimbo and a crybaby oops, roommates jinmin, a bit of possessiveness 🤫, pussy drunk jimin <3 (he could drown himself in it istg), dicks analysis 🤓 (i love doing that, sorry not sorry), threesome, unprotected sex, degradation, edging, oral (f & m), fingering, lil bit of anal play 🙊, cum eating, and btw kissing is overrated.

a.n.: fucking finally ‼️ this is me signing up for hell. jinmin turned me into a helpless romantic whore. ... idk how my characters are supposed to interact outside of sex ☠️ sorry

"Hi."

Seokjin greets you as a huge grin forms on his face. He leans on the door he just opened, eyeing you up and down before hiding his other hand in the pocket of his shorts. You recognize them to be his basketball ones, his favourite and lucky pair of shorts.

"Hello," you say in return, passing by him to enter his dorm room he shares with Jimin.

His eyes follow you, lingering on your body shamelessly. You're already dressed for the sleepover, having chosen to wear your Snoopy themed night shorts with a random t-shirt you own since high school.

You turn around, catching Seokjin staring at you at the same time. Fortunately, you're not that bright so you don't question him. You probably didn't even notice his eyes were on you anyway.

"Where's Jiminie?" You ask him, voice pouty and disappointed to not see your other best friend in the room with you.

After he closes the door behind him, he walks up to you. He almost wants to laugh at the height difference you share. He can see the top of your head, well, he would if you hadn't your head tilted upward to look at him.

He's much taller and larger than you. It does something to him. Is he old fashioned for preferring his women shorter than him? Maybe, but screw it. It attracts him, he can't deny it, especially when the woman in question is you.

"He'll be back soon," he answers, watching how your hold on the strap of your backpack twitches when he steps closer to you. "He went to take a quick shower. Didn't want to stink after his practice," Seokjin explains and you nod, quickly backing away and throwing your bag on Jimin's bed.

He doesn't mean to make you anxious. It's not his fault if his proximity cuts your breath short, but he finds it cute. Really fucking cute.

Jimin's bed is placed on the left side of the room while Seokjin's bed is on the right. Their dorm is minimalist in terms of decoration because in terms of mess... it's the opposite. Typical of a young man's room — of a two young men's room.

It's not super messy where you can't even see the floor beneath your feet, but a box of empty beer bottles is chilling beside their mini-fridge and dirty clothes are scattered everywhere as well as school furniture.

As unpleasant as it seems, you feel good in their room.

And anyway, they know how to clean, they just don't really do it. What's new?

"Sorry for the wait!" Jimin exclaims as he enters the dorm, coming in with his used towel around his shoulders. He shakes his head, trying to get his wet brown hair away from his face. "The shower I normally use was broken, so I had to use another one and the stupid curtain was sticking to my ass," he loudly complains and removes his sandals by throwing them in a corner by the entry, walking up to you.

"That's why I don't pull the curtain," Seokjin says, always having the best but also weirdest advice. "Doesn't bother me anymore."

Jimin winces, giving him a dirty look. "You're fucked up for that," he accuses Seokjin, laying his towel on the back of his chair so it can dry properly. "There's water everywhere if you don't pull it."

"And you make weird eye contact with people," you add on, Jimin agreeing with you with a 'yeah' and a nod of his head.

Seokjin rolls his eyes as if you and Jimin are the weird ones when everybody knows damn well it's fucked up to not pull the shower curtain.

"Nah, just close your eyes," he persists, believing he's in the right and you both are in the wrong. "And anyway, it's better than having the curtain sticking to your butt every time someone enters the shower room. Plus, there's a drain for the water, so fuck you."

You gasp offendedly when he insults you, giving him a tap on the chest to scold him for his bad words. He only smirks at the hit, wanting to tell you it tickles as a way to tease you, but he knows you hate it when he laughs at your lack of strength.

"Don't say that!" You reprimand, staring at him severely and he thinks you just look so cute. It's unfortunate how he'll never take your anger seriously.

He grabs your wrist, stopping from giving him another hit as he can't help but laugh at your facial expression. "I wasn't saying it to you, babe," he rectifies, pulling you closer to him by the hold he has on your arm. Your face is then a couple inches away from his, the corner of his mouth twitching up, as always. "Just to him 'cause he deserves it, but not you."

You look at him in the eyes, breath quickening as his plump lips seem way too close to yours. You notice his gaze shifting between your lips and eyes, understanding the idea he has in mind. You don't let him think about it too much.

"You're stupid," you mumble as you detach yourself from him, putting a safe distance between you two.

You glimpse in Jimin's way, hoping he didn't see how Seokjin was literally asking for a kiss, but he's busy tidying up his hygiene products he brought to his shower.

Seokjin's eyes haven't left you, still looking at you with a smug smile on his face, but he stops when his friend turns around.

"Ok, so... what movie do we watch?"

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"There's no more soda," Seokjin announces, looking inside their almost empty mini-fridge. It would be time to go to the grocery store.

"But I need one!" You whine from where you are laid down on Seokjin's bed, previously sandwiched between the two men with Jimin's laptop on your lap to watch a movie. "I'm thirsty and water won't hit the same..."

Seokjin sighs, knowing he'll give in to your whims. How can he resist your adorable face and your pouty voice? You're their spoiled best friend, after all.

"I have to go to the convenience store..." He explains, hoping it'll make you change your mind and go with water instead of a soda.

You keep the same expression, big rounded eyes and corners of your lips tug downward. "Yeah?" You say back, not bothered to make him walk miles just for a little can of soft drink. "Please, you'd be a sweetheart, Jinnie," you flatter him, using compliments to make him give in and it works, as always.

"Okay..." He sighs again, upset for being so weak with you. You deserve it, but he's not really willing to leave you alone with Jimin, especially with the smug smile he has on his face right now.

"Bring some candies, too," you ask while he's searching through his wallet to check if he has enough coins.

"And chips," Jimin adds in, smirking like a devious child. "Oh, and ramen, since we're at it."

Seokjin narrows his eyes at him, well aware that his friend has something in mind, but he can't tell what exactly. "Do you have the money for it?"

"You do," he replies quickly, snuggling himself closer to you.

"I'm not paying for your shit, Jimin," Seokjin says back, putting his coins in the pocket of his basketball shorts.

"Ah, come on, hyung!" Jimin groans, but his friend doesn't want to hear him.

He picks up a pair of dirty jeans off the floor, knowing Jimin hides his coins in there. He pulls out a couple, not really caring if he takes more than he needs to.

He puts on his sneakers and brings his phone and keys with him, opening the door. "Don't wait for me!" He yells before exiting his dorm room he shares with Jimin, door closing behind him.

As you're about to press on the spacebar to resume the movie, Jimin closes his laptop, extending his body over yours to drop off the electronic device on the floor.

"What are you doing?" You question him, confused.

"Waiting for Jin."

"But he said-"

He cuts you off, putting his index finger over his lips. "Shut up, will you, princess?" He smiles when you don't dare to open your mouth again, looking at him with widened eyes and pouty lips.

He hovers over you, one hand supporting his weight on each side of your body. He rapidly settles himself between your legs, lowering himself slowly, looking deeply into your eyes. Your heart accelerates and your stomach twists, starting to get nervous about what Jimin is about to do.

He carefully lifts your pyjama top over your belly, making you involuntarily flinch when his lips brush against your skin. He glances at you when you move, but he doesn't say anything. He just looks at you with his piercing gaze as a warning or maybe as a way to reassure you, telling you that you don't have to be anxious.

You swallow in a whine when his pillowy lips lay on your stomach, leaving you bothered and hot by the simplest action, yet the most meaningful at the same time. He kisses your skin, his lips trailing down until they reach the band of your night shorts.

You shiver, swallowing again, the area between your legs heating up as he gives your stomach more kisses. They are wet and warm as well as intimate and sexual.

He presses his plump lips down on you, the tip of his nose touching your skin as he gets terribly close to your crotch. You're flustered by the way he explores this area of your body you never knew was this sensitive until now.

His hands grip the fat of your hips, gripping hard, but it doesn't pain you. It cuts your breath short and makes you feel possessed, like he owns you. Owns your body, owns your emotions because there's nobody else at the moment other than him who makes you feel this way.

His hands on your hips shift down to your clothes that separate you from his insatiable mouth. It's as if it's searching for you, searching for your core that is turning wetter as the time passes incredibly slow.

His lips travel between your thighs and you open them for him, not thinking once about anything else than his mouth on your private parts. His fingers tease you by slipping under the band of your shorts before slipping back up, doing it over again. He pulls them slightly down, but stops since he likes torturing you.

"Are you going to... to, um…" You lose your words, gasping loudly when his mouth finds your bud of nerves, already aching from the lack of contact.

He doesn't stay long, going up just above your pelvis, pulling down on your shorts by hooking two fingers under them at the front. "Yeah," he whispers, confirming your doubts.

You feel his hot breath on your skin, locking eyes with him as he continues to pull, also bringing down your panties. "Like... like the last time?" You ask in a little voice, which makes Jimin smirk.

"Like the last time," he repeats before concentrating back on his task.

He attacks your stomach in kisses, distracting you from the fact that he's now using his two hands to get your shorts and underwear off of you. It works, you don't fight back and only bury your fingers in his thick soft hair.

Rapidly, your clothes find a spot on the floor, being long forgotten the moment Jimin puts his mouth on your pussy. He licks a long strip from your leaking hole up to your clitoris, wrapping his lips around it. He passes his arms around your hips and your legs hang on his shoulders, clad feet touching his lower back.

He nibbles on your clit, suckling on it, making it puffy and swollen. He sucks avidly on your bud and million tingles pass through your body. You buck your hips upward by instinct, pushing down on his head and gripping his hair between your fists.

You moan sweetly, Jimin's cock hardening in his shorts at the beautiful sounds you let out each time he sucks and licks, giving you the impression that he's literally making out with your pussy.

You imprison his head between your plush thighs and he likes the feeling of it, he likes it very much. He's happy to know he makes you feel good, so good that you could suffocate him between your thighs. You do this because you're agitated, squirming around under him and moaning, sounding almost like cute little meows.

His head of silky brown hair peeks out from between your legs and your stomach flutters at the sight, your mind fuzzy from thousand little clouds.

He suckles on your clit and you lack the words to describe the feeling, but it's wet, so wet. His tongue is everywhere, teasing and licking like it’s second nature to him. At this very moment, you believe Jimin was born to eat pussy and nothing else.

He ruts his hips against the mattress and lets out a deep moan, cock aching from being restricted in its confines. The wet sounds your cunt produces turn him on so bad, dick painfully hard at the melody of your moans and at the way you shove him against your pussy as if his head wasn't already buried between your legs.

It's a lot for you, your fingers can't compete against his mouth — they would lose instantly. If Seokjin knew what you two were doing right now, you can't imagine what his reaction would be. You wonder if he knows about last time, there's no way he doesn't, Jimin hides nothing from him.

If he knows, then why did he leave you alone with his friend who is incapable of keeping his tongue in his mouth, away from your cunt? That's why he was so hesitant. You feel bad, you shouldn't be doing this behind his back... No, you shouldn't be doing this at all. Or should you?

Is Seokjin's tongue as skillful as Jimin's? As wet and warm? Surely, with his pair of heart-shaped lips you can only imagine what they would do to your poor little clit.

You moan at the thought, twisting Jimin's hair in your small fists, coming closer to your orgasm. It doesn't take you a lot, a few licks and he has you over the edge. With skills like his, you're sure to be in seventh heaven really quickly.

So quickly and intensely that you don't even hear the door opening and closing, nor does your best friend.

"Jimin, what the fuck!?"

You knit your eyebrows at the sudden exclamation, but don't give it much importance as you feel your orgasm coming. Your pleasure is cut short and you get frustrated really fast.

"No, no, no," you panic, feeling Jimin's mouth leaving your pussy. You pull on his hair to have him back against you, but he doesn't budge.

"What?" Jimin responds nonchalantly, looking at Seokjin who has just entered the dorm with sodas and snacks bought at the convenience store down the street. "Don't you want the poor girl to cum?" He smirks like the situation is totally normal.

And maybe it is normal. It's not the first time he's gotten his way with you, it surely won't be the last. You're stupid enough to not see the way your friends look at you, how they undress you with their eyes and how they lick their lips salaciously whenever you find yourself in a compromising position.

They are perverts, but with you they are more than that and you're about to find it out.

You turn your head toward Seokjin who's standing beside the bed, a crease between his dark eyebrows. His gaze is sharp, mad at you for being such a whore, but can he really blame you when Jimin's lips are so tempting, literally breathtaking.

"Oh, please, Jinnie!" You beg, clit pulsating. Having Jimin's mouth just over your cunt is agonizing, so hurtful when he could soothe the ache between your legs in less than a second.

"What are you begging for, hm?" He says, his voice husky, making your stomach twist. You whine, eyes watering at how badly you need this release. "Can you tell me instead of crying like a little slut?"

Jimin looks at you from his spot between your thighs, smiling devilishly with no intention of helping you unless you follow Seokjin's order. You find it unfair and kind of dumb because if he had come in just a minute later, you would've orgasmed by the time. And it would have been magical.

Sloppy kisses are given to your inner thighs and you swear Jimin is doing it on purpose. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands, taking a deep breath before locking eyes with Seokjin. "Please, can I cum?"

"I don't know," he answers curtly and you frown even more. He approaches you and lean over you, taking a hold of your jaw, angling it in his direction. "How badly do you want it?" He whispers, his pink lips so close to yours, you can't help but stare at them.

"I- I," you stutter out, totally braindead and on the verge of tears. It shouldn't be that hard to say a complete sentence, but right now, it is. You surely look pathetic, crying for a stupid orgasm. "Please, want it badly."

"Good girl," he purrs when you finally say the words he wanted to hear. "Yes, you can, sweetheart," he gives his approval and your eyes light up.

Jimin doesn't wait to get back into it, lips already on your clit when Seokjin lets go of your face. You both look down at where Jimin's mouth operates, slurping up your arousal and flickering your little bud of nerves with his pink muscle.

You whine and grip his hair, tangling your fingers in it. You jut your hips upward in his face, his licks and sucks much more powerful than previously.

You're brought back to the edge of your orgasm in little time, mouth agape as you close your legs around Jimin's head. Seokjin takes the opportunity to insert two of his fingers in your mouth, going deep and pressing his digits down on your tongue.

You close your lips around him and you ask yourself if he's verifying how much you can handle at once. If you can take his long fingers, you're surely capable of taking something else way bigger.

You drool all over yourself and wince at the wet feeling, not really appreciating it. You moan around his fingers as you rock your hips in Jimin's face, the knot in your stomach ripping apart. The pleasure is intoxicating and ten times more intense. Who would've thought Jimin's mouth can turn such a little orgasm into a literal tsunami.

You cum hard while still having Seokjin's fingers knuckles deep in your mouth. You hear Jimin groaning at the pain you inflict on him by pulling on his hair, but he loves the pain and loves even more your cunt rubbing in his face.

Jimin removes your thighs off of his shoulders and pushes them over your stomach. He savours your arousal dripping down from your hole, drinking it like a thirsty man as if it was his only source of water. He makes out with your pussy and this time it's not just an impression. He's opening and closing his mouth on you, sucking on your lips like he would do if he was kissing you.

Seokjin retracts his digits from your mouth and slaps the side of your face with his wet fingers, cupping your jaw after. "Happy? You got what you wanted, greedy little girl," he rasps out, gritting his teeth.

He's so hot when he grits his teeth. He has this look in his eyes, one that makes goosebumps run down your spine. He seems mad, upset you've let Jimin get into your pants so easily without a second thought. Or mad because you didn't wait for him. Well, according to Jimin it's what you were doing, but you shouldn't have started without him. If only you knew you were about to start that.

"Yes," you nod, muttering the word. Seokjin holds your face tightly, fingers pressing on your cheeks, jutting your lips out.

Jimin gets up on his knees and your heart does a flip in your chest at the view of him with his hair tousled, knowing you're the cause of this beautiful mess. His lips and chin are drenched in your juices. He licks them clean and wipes his chin with his hand, flashing you a devious smile after.

"She's just a dumb little girl, now," he teases, bulge very apparent in his shorts. "Did you have a good time, hm? Grinding on my tongue like a deprived virgin?"

Seokjin frees your face to cup your cunt instead, slapping it a couple of times, making you squirm out of overstimulation. "She sure did," he agrees, licking your arousal off his fingers before speaking up again. "Look at her. No thoughts behind those pretty eyes."

You want to say something back, but you can only produce a pathetic whimper.

Jimin is about to lower his shorts over his crotch when Seokjin stops him. "What are you doing?" He asks with a scowl on his face.

"Well, it's my turn," he answers casually, but Seokjin doesn't really agree with him. "I got her all wet, I deserve that pussy."

"Yeah, and you did it behind my back. It's only fair I get to it first-"

"No..." You grumble, interrupting your friend. They both look at you, intrigued with what you have to say. "Stop fighting. I get to decide who enters me." You roll over, getting on your stomach and then on all fours to escape Jimin. You sit up, flicking your eyes between the two men. "And nobody will."

"What!? Why!" Jimin exclaims while Seokjin scoffs. It's stupidly easy to piss them off.

You place yourself over the edge of the bed, your back facing Seokjin and your clad feet hanging off the mattress. You grab Jimin's hand to bring him over to you. You sit on your calves, opening your legs wider and leaning on your hands while Jimin is placed on his knees, back straight.

You look over your shoulder and point at Seokjin where he should be. "Kneel here," you instruct, pointing to the spot just behind you.

You smile when he gets on his knees and he grins back at you, knowing your greedy little pussy wants more. Two pairs of plump lips on your sex on the same day? Blissful.

But you should know Seokjin isn't really the type to follow orders, far away from obeying to your selfish little rules. He's the one who commands, not the opposite. Never the opposite.

"Jimin," you tug on his shorts, making him look down at you.

He smiles sweetly, cradling your face in his warm hands. "Yeah, princess?" He purses his lips as if to send you a kiss. "Wanna suck on my dick? Is that what you want?" He coos, saying such lewd words in a soft voice.

"Please."

He groans appreciatively at your pleading, his cock twitching happily in his briefs. "Get rid of that first, baby," he demands, pulling your pyjama top off of you, revealing your breasts to him. "Perfect..." He purrs, fumbling your tits in his palms before reaching for the band of his shorts.

At the same time Jimin's pulling his cock out, you feel your asscheeks being pushed apart and a big glob of spit falling down between them, dripping down over your puckered hole. You gasp when a thumb comes to stroke the muscle, lubricating it.

You can't really focus on what's happening behind when Jimin's angry erection stands proud just before your eyes. You moan at the sight, having never thought that seeing your best friend's dick would have been so arousing.

He's perfectly girthy, his head a cute shade of pink and glistening in pre-cum. He's not super veiny, but you can sense the weight of it. Looking at it makes you hungry, salivating like a dog in front of a bowl of food.

Jimin is not shaved and you love it. He has two well defined shallow grooves on his abdomen going from his hip bone to his pubis, accentuating how slim and muscled his body is. A few veins pulse out on his abdomen, going down to his pubis, and you want to pass your tongue over each one of them.

You open your mouth, Jimin guiding his cock toward your mouth, but it's at that moment that Seokjin plunges two fingers in your cunt. You moan out, knitting your eyebrows as he reaches a sensitive spot right away. He scissors your insides, and even if you said nobody would fuck you, you think he's stretching you out exactly for that.

"Shhh," Jimin tries to soothe you, patting your head in an endearing manner. "Keep your mouth open, baby." You do so and he doesn't hesitate to penetrate it, moaning in relief as he puts a hand at the back of your head to keep it steady.

He keeps a hand around his base to guide it in your mouth and you relax your jaw, letting him stuff you full of his cock. You want to reach the end so bad, pleasure Jimin like he did with you, but he feeds you his dick slowly, too slowly.

You've never been that eager, that impatient to suck a cock. You want to make him cum, to satisfy him. You want him to use you, use you like you're worth nothing more than a sexual object. He can ruin you, fuck your throat with his fat cock, you only care about his — their — pleasure.

He holds your head, letting go of his cock when he considers he's far enough in. "Ah, what a good fucking whore," he praises breathily, watching the way your lips wrap tightly around his stiff erection, drool dripping down on your chin from being so full.

You bat your eyelashes at Jimin, feeling your eyes stinging. He growls when your eyes connect, his fluffy bangs covering his beautiful almond shaped eyes.

You can't see Seokjin's movements, but you can feel everything. His breaths, the calluses on his hand palming your butt, his long fingers pounding into you, his thumb teasing your rim, you feel it all.

He lays his tongue flat over your cunt where his fingers operate, licking a long trail until he reaches your other hole. You clench around him, a little bit taken back by his obsession with your ass, but still really turned on.

It's nowhere near uncomfortable, though it's not an area you usually explore when you're alone. You keep your jaw slack for Jimin as he starts to thrust in back and forth at a slow pace. He doesn't move much, most of his length stays in your mouth. It's enough friction for him to enjoy, hearing his soft moans above you.

You arch your back to Seokjin's pleasure and he groans pleasantly, having his head buried between your cheeks. He curls his fingers in you and pat gently the spongy spot in you, making you moan obscenely around Jimin's thick cock.

It sends delicious vibrations through Jimin's body and he opens his mouth in pleasure, pushing his cock in deeper. He frowns adorably while his mouth is ajar, watching his meaty length disappear and reappear between your swollen lips.

Seokjin's traces your empty hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing you and making you contract around his fingers so hard he has difficulty to move in. He slaps your ass and your whine is muffled because of Jimin's cock in your mouth. You unclench and he can finally move in freely.

He pulls on one cheek while he kisses and licks around your rim, sometimes going in just a little. You push your behind onto Seokjin, eliciting another groan from him, angry or maybe satisfied, you have no idea.

You're trapped between your two male best friends and you don't know what to think, mind so dizzy, potentially ready to explode. One feeds you his cock, the other eats your ass while fingering your pussy. How can your brain function correctly in this situation? Well, it cannot.

"So fucking impatient," Seokjin observes, now entering a bit of his thumb into your hole. The stretch is weird, but it tingles at the same.

He removes his two digits from your drenched pussy, making you whimper around Jimin, spreading your wetness over your puckered hole after he extracted his thumb. You feel the dampness between your cheeks, purring when Seokjin brings up more arousal.

He pulls your two globs of flesh apart, coming to lick your ass again. You feel his nose pressing down on you and the teasing tip of pink muscle tickling your tight hole. He almost cleans you off of your juices, leaving only his saliva and the insatiable hunger he has for your ass.

Your eyes roll back and Jimin sees it, gripping your hair at the top of your head in a tight fist. You let out a painful long whine, loving the burning sting and the stretch of your ass Seokjin offers you.

Jimin guides the bounces of your head on his cock, doing long and rhythmic thrusts. He groans deeply, the sound coming from his throat, and you mewl in return.

His face is all puffy, cheeks coloured in red, breath shallow and lips dried. He licks them, swallowing in a breathy moan after. He looks delectable, his dark gaze planted on you, never once looking away unless it's to watch his thick cock entering your mouth at an exhilarating pace.

You feel digits stroking your rim, teasing a bit before Seokjin spits on it. "I should fuck that tight ass," he states as he spreads his saliva, dipping in his thumb slightly. "For fucking with Jimin behind my back." He passes a finger over your slicks, noticing how wet you are.

You want to protest, hearing Seokjin standing up on his feet after his scary, but tempting threat. You're about to pull out when Jimin pushes down on your head, keeping it in place. "Ah, shit..." He hisses, feeling you swallowing around him.

It's not long until you sense a long cock sliding over your drenched cunt and you look worryingly at Jimin, but he only smiles at you, still holding your head down.

Seokjin pushes his bulbous head down your tight ass hole and you clench around nothing, heart beating faster. You wonder if he'd really dare to do it, but you know he's not the kind of guy to do it the... messy way. He's teasing, as always.

"Stop whining, baby," Jimin coos, stroking your cheek delicately. He moves in slightly and you flatten your tongue under his meaty cock. "Relax, m'kay? There's nothing to worry about, it's just us," he reassures you and you close your eyes, letting him use your mouth as he pleases.

You finally feel his cock penetrating you, sliding in your pussy in one motion. Your wetness allows him to enter you with ease, making you moan around Jimin's hard dick. One hand strokes your back, big palm caressing your sweaty skin, passing over the bumps of your spinal column.

"She's fucking tight, sucking me in like crazy," Seokjin rasps out, smacking one of your asscheeks, making your flesh jiggle from the force of the hit. "Acts like she doesn't wanna get fucked, but that's all she's been dreaming about..."

You whine, wanting to say something, but you can't while having a full mouth. "Such a dirty girl, aren't you, princess?" Jimin purrs, perfect pink lips curving upward into an evil smile.

He refrains a lewd moan from escaping his mouth by biting down on his bottom lip, fist pulling harder on your hair. You do your best to breathe through your nose, focusing on your gag reflex and hollowing your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.

"Ah, fuck-!" Jimin frowns and grits his teeth, too close to his high to continue fucking your mouth. He yanks your head back, pulling out of you in an instant.

His cock twitches after he analyses your face, looking absolutely destroyed. You breathe with difficulty, cheeks stained by your tears and chin by your drool. You blink several times, looking back into his eyes before moaning out loudly, leaning yourself on Jimin.

Seokjin doesn't miss your sweet spot and it's too intense for you, holding on to Jimin for some emotional support. You grip the sides of his t-shirt, sticking the side of your face to his chest, crying against him all while you're getting fucked by one of your best friends.

Jimin can't help but play with your dangling breasts, fumbling the plushy flesh in his rough palms and pulling on your nipples. It makes you arch your back, leaning on Jimin's touch and pushing your hips against Seokjin's.

The man behind you grips your hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh, leaving your poor skin sore and the marks of his fingertips behind. He snaps his hips against yours roughly and he seems to never get enough, driving his cock into your wet pussy like a mad man.

Jimin's erection stands just before your eyes, glistening in your spit and hard as rock. He sees you looking at it so he grabs it, guiding it to your lips. "Wanna suck it, baby?" He asks in his sweet voice and you glimpse up at him, drooling on his t-shirt, looking totally braindead. "Don't be shy, open your mouth..."

You part your lips to mouth at the reddened tip, suckling on it gently. Jimin hums, stroking your hair delicately, the opposite of Seokjin's actions who pounds into you with force, using you to get himself off.

Suddenly, he steadies his hips against your ass, stopping his vigorous hip thrusts. He then pulls out and your legs fail you, no longer strong enough to stand on their own without him holding you up. You cry, letting go of Jimin's cock and glancing over your shoulder to see Seokjin getting rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt.

"Do you want to switch?" Jimin questions his hyung and this one nods, catching his breath.

"Yeah," he breathes out a positive answer.

Jimin smirks down at you. "Come here, baby," he softly instructs, grabbing your bicep and bringing you to the head of the bed. He takes off his sweats before stretching out his legs and leaning his head on the pillows. "Turn around, show me this little ass."

You straddle his lap how he wants it and you see Seokjin following you, gently tugging at his aching cock covered in your juices. He's long and curvy, but he looks less stiff than Jimin. You suppose he's the type to get more length when erect, unlike his friend.

"Come on, princess, put it in," Jimin smiles and you look at him, shuddering in desire at his words. "Sit on it," he insists.

"Yes, Minnie," you sigh out of exhaustion.

You take his wet cock in your hand and angle it toward your leaking hole, moaning softly when you sink down on him. The stretch of your cunt is good, feeling completely full. He twitches happily in you, Jimin extending his arms to grip your hips possessively.

You moan in unison, Jimin letting out a long grunt and you a loud whine. He doesn't reach as deep as Seokjin, but he fills you up really well.

"Oh, fuck," Jimin curses, biting down on his bottom lip out of pleasure. "Go ahead, ride me, baby," he softly demands and you oblige happily.

You start doing a grind motion, leaning on Jimin's thighs to keep your balance. He runs his palms all over your body, appreciating your curves and the way you move your hips on him to pleasure yourself.

Seokjin grips your chin, making you face his angry erection, his hand wrapped around it. "Show me how good of a slut you are, sweetheart," he sings, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear.

His long fingers stroke his cock, but they stop at the base when you tilt your head down, catching his swollen tip in your mouth. He hums appreciatively and passes his fingers through your hair, now wet by your sweat. He collects your hair in an improvised ponytail, keeping them away from your face.

You bob your head over his long cock, stroking the base with one of your palms since you can't fit all of him in your mouth, your other palm still sitting on Jimin's thigh. You hear the beautiful, raspy moans of Seokjin, proud of yourself for making him feel good.

He is smoothly shaved, skin soft and sturdy under your tongue and fingertips. You love the sleek feeling of Seokjin's pubis, although you equally adore the stinging feeling of Jimin's pubic hair against your skin.

You grind on Jimin, doing little motions that are more pleasurable to you, but he still approves, muttering a 'fuck yeah' while directing your hips.

You suck Seokjin as if you were in a porno, bobbing your head over his length and moaning around him exaggeratedly. You don't know where this sudden vigour comes from, but you won't complain. Surely not when he looks impressed, in total admiration.

"Fucking slut," Jimin slurs out, pupil dilated and filled in lust at the sight of a white ring around the base of his cock left by your pussy.

You whine around Seokjin, disagreeing with him, or maybe agreeing. It doesn't matter anyway with the way you clench around him each time he throws bad words at you.

You like how they treat you, as if all those insults were deserved and justified. But they know damn well none of the things they say are true, that's why it's so exciting.

You move in slow circles, Jimin's hands grabbing and slapping your ass. Your juices are everywhere, dripping down on his balls and sticking to his pelvis. It feels a little bit nasty, but you don't think anyone in this room really cares.

It smells so much like sex and you wonder how long it'll take for the odour to go away. Knowing your friends, they could probably never open the windows just to keep the smell of you in. You would dissuade them from it, because come on, but the thought makes you slightly smile.

"Fuck, this mouth is doing wonders," Seokjin compliments and you're ravished to hear that. "Don't know how long I'll last, sweetheart," he announces, looking down at your lips gliding smoothly over his long, curvy cock.

"Same," Jimin adds in, voice raspy and breath erratic.

You're encouraged by that, pleased to know you're making them feel really good. You use your full potential and lift up your hips, dropping them back down on Jimin's dick. You love the stretch, love how his cock pushes your walls to make room for himself, being so big your pussy just can't keep his size.

You take Seokjin's in your mouth, slurping and swallowing around him. He groans, telling you how much he likes you and your wet tongue.

"Okay- Fuck," Seokjin begins, but curses when you cup his balls, innocently glancing up at him. He puts a hand on the top of your head and pushes you away from him, his cock slipping out of your mouth. "I'm taking her pussy, now," he says, still looking at you even though he's addressing Jimin.

"No! Why?" Jimin complains, groaning loudly in disagreement.

"Because I want to," he says back, too stubborn to even consider another option.

"Well, you're gonna let me finish first."

As you lift up your hips, Jimin's cock pulling out of you, he's quick to turn you around and lay you down on the bed where he was positioned previously. Seokjin lets him, rolling his eyes at the childishness of his friend — even though he's not acting very mature either.

Jimin straddles your waist, stroking his cock just over your breasts, licking his lips. You watch his hand running up and down his length rapidly, all coated in your wetness and saliva of earlier.

"Shit, shit- I'm cumming," he hastily warns, fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. He was already close when he was in you, so it doesn't take long until he's brought back close to his high.

His eyes are blown out, looking at your tits like there's nothing sexier than them. His hips stutter and you place your palms on his naked thighs, feeling how hot his skin is.

"Ah! Fuck," he chokes on his words, angling his cock toward your boobs. You look at him emptying himself on your chest, long ropes of white cum landing on your breasts. He keeps stroking obsessively until he spills out everything, little white beads falling from his wet and reddened tip.

He whines a little when it starts to hurt because of overstimulation. He eventually finishes, passing a hand through his hair, removing his wet bangs from covering his eyes. His chest heaves rapidly as he tries to regain a normal breathing.

"Go away, loser."

Jimin sends a murderous glare at Seokjin before clearing the way, sitting down, back against the wall.

Seokjin penetrates you again, locking your shaky legs behind his back. You gasp when he pounds in immediately, not once missing a beat. You sneak a hand between your legs, reaching your pulsating and puffy clit left alone for too long now.

With your other hand, you swipe a finger in Jimin's cum on your boobs, picking it up and bringing it to your mouth. Seokjin watches you eating his friend's cum and he squints his eyes at you, perhaps a little jealous.

"Oh! Jinnie," you mewl, the knot in your stomach tightening from his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you and your finger drawing quick circles on your clit.

You lick more cum off your fingers, arching your back and closing your walls around Seokjin's long cock. You moan loudly when you reach your high, milky his dick and clenching repeatedly around him, bringing him close to his high as well.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, sweetheart." His hips snap against yours and like earlier, they steady on you, cock twitching inside your pussy.

He doesn't pull out this time and paints your insides white in his cum, spurting everything he has deep into you. You sigh of contentment, loving the hot sensation of his cum in your pussy.

"I'm so full, Jinnie," you purrs and he slips out slowly, looking at his seeds dripping out of you as you hole keeps quivering and clenching from your previous orgasm.

He wets his lips, wishing he could see this everyday of the week; you full of his creamy cum. But of course, he's not the only one to want this. He'd have to share.

"Next time, I'm the one cumming inside," Jimin says from where he is, catching a glimpse of the white substance falling out of your hole. "You selfish jerk," he mutters to his friend.

Later on, after Seokjin passed a cloth between your legs and Jimin cleaned the mess he made on your breasts, you fell asleep in Seokjin's bed. The boys finished the movie without you since you were too tired, eyelids closing on their own.

They stayed up late at night, playing video games and eating ramen, sometimes giving each other stupid challenges like doing a certain amount of push-ups in a determined time.

They didn't really disturb your sleep since you were knocked out. Though you sometimes woke up from their voices, you went back to sleep easily. You don't know who slept beside you that night, but you woke up with Jimin's arm around your waist and Seokjin coming back with breakfast.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

payment plan

your husband and you find yourself bankrupt and dead broke thanks to his gambling problem. his younger brother - successful businessman kim seokjin - offers a helping hand free of charge. unbeknownst to his brother, you would be the one paying seokjin for his charity. @momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree @minshookie29

valentine’s day masteriist

word count: 5.509

warning: non-con/coercion, cmnf, smut, dub-con, degradation/humiliation, dominant jin, submissive reader, collaring, affair, unsolicited touching, impregnation kink, thigh riding, oral sex/deep throat, dirty talk, kissing, creampie,

“Your collar…” Jin murmurs, his eyes staring at the pink collar he has given you. It has diamonds wrapped around and in the middle, is a gold shaped heart. “...is so cute.”

“Thank you, sir.” you murmur, your thighs clenching together nervously underneath Jin’s intense gaze.

“Isn’t it sad that your husband is away?” Jin scoffs, a wicked smirk forming onto his lips - rosy and plump.

Kim Seokjin, tall with a slender build. Dark hair and even darker eyes. He’s beautiful - utterly gorgeous. His beauty is often compared to that of a God; ethereal. He carried himself as such, strutting into any room and completely holding the attention from everyone occupying it.

Kim Seokjin, wealthy - one of the richest men in the nation. He owned several businesses that thrived; all of which funded his life. He had enough generational wealth that his great-great grandchildren wouldn’t have to work - and he’d often boast about that fact. Kim Industries were one of the most well known and luxurious industries to be a part of - employees were even looked at as better off just for being apart of the business. 

Kim Seokjin, your brother-in-law. The very man who stood besides your husband, his elder brother, while you and he were wed. He gave a speech about the love you and your husband had was that of true love and raised his glass to give you a celebratory toast - “to my sister-in-law, Y/N. Welcome to the family.” 

Kim Seokjin, your brother-in-law, and the same man you are having an affair with. 

“It is sad, sir.”

Jin tilts his head a bit. “Then why don’t you look it?” he questions. “Maybe you’re happy to be with me instead of your good for nothing husband?”

You swallow at Jin’s harsh words, appearing physically ill at them. Jin doesn’t care, however, and openly berates his brother around you at any given moment.

It was 5 months prior when your husband came to you and confessed that he was completely broke - that you and he had not a dollar to your names. It came as a shock. No, your husband was not as wealthy as Jin - but he was nowhere near broke. Their father had helped start up a business before allowing them out in the world. While Jin branched out and became a big name in multiple industries, your husband was smaller. However, the Kim name had benefits. 

“How are we broke?” you asked with wide eyes, not believing your ears. “We have a few  hundred thousands saved up for a rainy day.”

Your husband had confided in you that the money was gone - everything that was saved has since been wiped away. 

The home you and he bought had to be sold, along with the cars. You were homeless, and the only way your husband was willing to turn was his younger brother.

Seokjin had welcomed you two with open arms and gave his brother a job at one of the many businesses he owned - it was an ego killer. Your husband was the older brother, but yet, the younger one was more successful and thriving. You and your husband moved into Seokjin’s home (even if he did have enough money to lend you a vacation home) and allowed you to borrow his cars whenever needed.

The hours your husband worked were always long, working from sun up to sun down. He came home exhausted and didn’t want to do anything but rest - and you understood. You contemplated asking Jin if there were any available openings in his business for you to work, but your husband shot you down. “I’m the man, Y/N. I have to be the one providing for you.”

As much as you appreciated the efforts your husband set in place, you wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth - that you trusting him got you nowhere. You were homeless, staying in a (large mansion, yes) with his brother, becoming a complete burden on him. 

Your feelings were never stated aloud, but it showed in your actions. You loved your husband to death truly, but you didn’t want to be around him. You soon got your own room in the mansion and to keep yourself busy, decided to take on chores. You cleaned from top to bottom and cooked constantly. As much as you were annoyed with your husband, you always assured he had three meals a day that you cooked personally.

“I am happy to be with you.” you murmur to Jin, understanding that it’s what he wants to hear. Despite being highly successful and wealthy, hearing that he was better than his elder brother brought satisfaction over Kim Seokjin.

“I know you are.” Jin brings a hand up to touch your cheek softly. “Isn’t this why you allow me to do whatever I want to you? Because my good for nothing brother puts his lovely wife…” Jin trails his hand down to your collared neck. “...in the hands of another man.”

You swallow the lump in your throat nervously. 

“Nothing in this world is free, Y/N-ah.” you recall Jin speaking those very words to you for the first time. You had just gotten out of the shower, strolling into your bedroom in nothing but a robe to find the man on your bed. He sits poshly, waiting for you. “I give my brother a job, a place to stay and in return…” Jin trailed off, having since pushed himself from your bed to come to you and without a warning, hands dipped between your robe.

Jin never forgot to remind you that you lived in his home - that you husband (though his  brother) worked right under him and if he truly desired, could fire him at any given moment just because. 

Maybe that’s why you never told Jin no - that you allowed him to touch you. In the beginning, it was only that; touching. He would come up behind you while you washed the dishes and press himself firmly against you, his hands gripping your waist before they rub up your sides - but then he’d leave you be. 

But of course, with you never stopping him - it escalated. Jin was no longer satisfied with just touching you because what was the fun in that? Your husband's work load became longer until he had no days off - and he never went against it. That only meant that you were alone with Jin more often. 

“You keep clenching your legs together.” Jin notes. “Are you rubbing them together because you want some type of friction?” he then shakes his head with a scoff. “Just like a whore would.”

Jin turns away from you and ventures into the bedroom - his bedroom. You swallow, now remembering that you and he were just in the hallway of the large mansion. “Come.”

And you do, following him into his bedroom. You never been inside his room before - he always came to yours. But it’s large and as luxurious as the rest of his home. His bed is large - possibly a California king - and it sits right in the middle of the room and behind it is a large window that takes up nearly the whole wall. It’s snowing, the trees outside are covered in beautiful white snow and the amount of it covers the ground completely. You are in awe at the view that Seokin has just outside his window that has such beautiful natural light that there wasn’t any need for one inside the room to be on.

Your eyes scan over the rest of the room and it’s then you notice just how it’s covered in mirrors - even on the ceiling. You wonder if this is a room Seokjin sleeps in, or just takes whatever flings he has.  

“Come.” Jin repeats, venturing towards the left of his room to a cushioned seat - it’s gray and matches his bed perfectly. He takes a seat, eyebrows lifting for you to come to him. “I’m glad you wore the lingerie I bought for you. Pink is so cute on your skin.”

Jin’s complement causes your body to flush with heat. You could never grow accustomed to it - maybe it’s the way he speaks. He’s always so smooth and his words come out so natural.

“Sit.” Jin commands and you venture over to him. His eyes lower to your crotch, satisfied with himself that he got crotchless lingerie for you to wear. As much as he enjoyed your naked figure, there was something about the pink hue against your skin that he loves to stare at.

“On my thigh.” Jin commands once more and you know where he’s getting at. You swallow once more, seating yourself on his clothed thigh.

Jin loved when you were naked - or nearly - and he was fully clothed. There was something about getting you out of your clothes that drove him crazy, even if he was able to mask it perfectly - and you never fought him about it, either. You were the perfect submissive woman he needed - and the fact that you weren’t his woman made it better.

“Don’t just sit there shy, Y/N.” Jin speaks. He widens his legs, manspreading to get comfortable on the chair. “Go ahead and rub yourself on my thigh. It has to feel better than squeezing your legs together.”

You don’t fight Jin - you never do. Your hips begin to buckle. You never liked when Jin’s eyes were on you - they were so dark and voyeuristic; always watching you whenever he saw fit. However, there’s nothing you could ever say to him about it - he made sure to remind you just who signs your husbands paychecks.

Every Time you do this with Jin - cheat on your husband with his brother - it always ends with you regretting it. But, in the moment, you don’t allow yourself to ever deny him - you tell yourself because your life depends on him, but there was another side of you. The reality of it all that you were enjoying this - secretly enjoying the affair and how scandalous it was. You enjoyed the way Jin would touch you, sometimes even sneaking touches when his brother was around.

“You’re so wet, Y/N. You’re ruining my suit pants. It’s expensive - far more than anything your husband can afford.”

You think Jin enjoys talking down to his brother but cannot understand why. Your husband never does, you note, and when they’re around one another they appear to be close; often laughing and sharing stories of their childhood.

Jin places a hand on your thigh to squeeze it. “Go faster.”

You do as you’re told, a low groan releasing from your lips. You bite your lips to hold back another, but Jin slaps your thigh. “Stop hiding your moans. I want to hear you.” 

You moan a little louder, the friction against your clit feeling just right. You begin to rock your hips in circles, whining at how good it truly felt - and how pathetic you were for allowing this to happen.  

Jin’s eyes darken and he licks his plump lips. There was nothing like a woman - someone like you exactly - grinding against his thigh and chasing her own orgasm. You were considered off-limits - not only a married woman, but a woman who is married to his brother. You were like a forbidden fruit, something so tempting but he shouldn’t have; out of his reach.

But, you weren’t that. Nothing was out of Kim Seokjin’s reach - not even you. You wore the collar that he gave you willingly, along with the lingerie and now, your pussy is drenched and staining his suit pants. “Go ahead and cum for me, Y/N. I know you want to.” Jin says, squeezing your thigh even harder in encouragement. 

Your pussy is so warm and wet; it drenches through Jin’s suit pants and he can feel just how excited you are on his own thigh. 

Jin loves to watch you - loves to watch you come undone just for him. You grind against his thigh harder, whimpering freely as your eyes begin to roll in the back of your head.

Jin slides two fingers beneath your grinding pussy to have a feel of your wet clit and it takes everything in him to not groan at the juices that coat his fingers. “How slutty.” Jin’s voice is raspy as he responds to you.

Your body shudders with goosebumps with how deep Seokjin’s voice becomes. You’re now grinding against Jin’s fingers and you cum almost instantly, a shrill cry releasing from your throat.

Jin places his fingers into his mouth and hums. “How sweet you are, Y/N, cumming all over the place.” he pops his fingers from his mouth. “I let you cum, Y/N. I want you to do the same.”

“Yes, sir-”

Jin is already pushing you off of him and forcing you to your knees. Your eyes open instantly when your knees hit the cold floor, but you don’t protest. 

Jin shakes his head while a smirk forms onto his lips. “You’re so obedient, Y/N. You do everything I tell you to do without question.” he then places a hand against your cheek. “Isn’t that right?”

You nod your head. “That’s right, sir.” you respond. 

Jin hums, his eyes zoning in on your face. His thumb traces your lips softly for a bit, and you’re confused as to what he’s doing and what the hold up was. “I was thinking about giving your husband a raise. He’s been doing such a good job lately.”

There’s malice in Jin’s tone as he speaks; spite. He scoffs a bit after he says it and you swallow at what he’s about to say next in anticipation. “Depends on how well you treat me, Y/N.”

And there it was - you’ve known as much. Jin wasn’t doing anything out of the pure kindness of his heart; he was sleeping with his brother's wife after all. This was nothing but a game to him - whatever issues he had with his brother, you’d never know. 

There’s nothing for you to say in response to Jin. You only nod your head, your hands tangling with his suit pants to take him out. Jin watches you with fierce eyes, never leaving you once. 

Your hands are trembling under his gaze, but this isn’t something that you need to mess up.

It’s sad - and you cannot be upset with anyone but yourself. You’ve allowed Jin to grow comfortable with disrespecting your marriage - you allowed him to talk down about your husband to the point that he does it constantly, even in moments such as this. There’s a part of you that hates yourself for allowing yourself to be used by this man.

But then the other part of you is attempting to give yourself grace. The other side of you wanted to blame your husband for losing everything in the marriage; so much so that you felt like you needed to do this with Jin so the man wouldn’t grow spiteful - so you could remain in his home while your husband continued to work in his brother's company. 

Jin notices your internal dialogue as you begin to remove his cock from his underwear, but he doesn’t bring himself to care much. After all, he never heard a no from you - you gave him what he wanted without a fight.  

Jin was no monster - but you weren’t a saint either. You moaned for him loudly when he was inside of you. You begged for more when you were drunk off of pure pleasure. Your fingernails scarred his back and your juices would stain his clothing.

You wanted this just as badly as Jin did - you were just a married woman who, at the end of it all, had to look herself in the mirror. He didn’t have a wife he had to look at after fucking you - and he could care less about looking his brother in the face.

“You’re doing this for your husband.” Jin says to you, your hand wrapped firmly around his erect cock. His plump lips offer you a smile - that looks more like a smudged smirk - but all he wants to do is make you more comfortable. 

Your lips wrap around Jin’s tip, tongue swirling as if it was a lollipop. There’s pre-cum on it, your tastebuds swallowing the salty substance. 

‘You’re doing this for your husband’ Jin’s words ring through your ears as you do, your hands pumping the shaft of his cock. You couldn’t be so sure you were doing this for him anymore - as selfish as it sounds.

 Losing everything in a blink of an eye has you constantly fearing going through it once more and the selfish side of you was enjoying the attention you weren’t getting from your husband, but from his brother. You were enjoying the expensive gifts that he’d give and the random money he would wire into your account - even if it did eat away at you to accept them.

You continued to suck harder, taking Jin deeper into your mouth. He winces, his hands clenching slightly. Licking his lips, Jin tilts his head at you. “There’s my Y/N.” he moans, hooded eyes watching how purely whorish you appeared taking him fully. “There’s my girl coming out.”

His Y/N - Jin told you time and time again that a part of you - the side that accepted the affair - would come out. This was the side that would moan freely, would hug him closer and the side that would beg for more. This was his Y/N - the Y/N that was determined to make him cum by any means necessary; that would fuck him like her life depended on it (and of course it did).

Your eyes glance up at him and for a moment Jin is stuck. His cheeks flush at you - and it wasn’t something he needed you noticing; he had to have the ultimate control at all times.

The solution? Forcing your head down, taking him even deeper. Your nose hits the cleanly groom patch of hair on his pelvis, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag - but it only edges on Jin further. 

“Don’t do it for your husband, Y/N. Do it for yourself.” Jin says, his head firmly on the back of your head to keep you in place. “Maybe that would make you act a little better.”

Your tongue lays flat as you suck, your head managing to lean back so only the tip is in your mouth, and quickly before Jin could react, you take him back into your throat, sucking with all your might.

Jin hisses, his toes curling inside his dress shoes. The noises that echo off of his room are filthy - his moans mixed with your slurping and gagging.

“How selfish my Y/N truly is. You like having a cock in your throat as long as the cock is providing for you, huh?” Jin squeezes his hand into your hair to keep you firmly in place, panting at just how good you were taking him. “I guess I’ll have to spoil you after this, huh? Not like your husband could.”

Your eyes begin to water, but you refuse to stop your sucking. Jin’s hips are moving a bit, and he’s cursing low to himself. He wants to tear his eyes away from you - but he’s mesmerized. There’s drool running down your chin and your eyes are watery and to him you look absolutely beautiful -  how could he not want to wire you thousands of dollars after this?

You pop off of Jin’s cock with a loud ‘pop’ing sound, saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Your hands immediately wrap around his length to jerk him vigorously, your tongue twirling on the tip for him to cum.

“Oh, fuck.” Jin groans, right as your eyes and his connect. You were jerking his cock with need - as if you were the one that was cumming. He begins to whimper, his thighs trembling. The familiar bubbling in his abdomen is returning - like it did time and time again when he was with you. “So good for me, baby.”

Jin’s praises shouldn’t be getting to you, but they do. They always do. He could be demanding while you and he were intimate, as well as degrading. However, there were times in which he did speak to you nicely; complimenting you at how good you were to and for him. He’d often call you beautiful and assured that you would always be taken care of regardless of the situation you were in - in the end of it all, you took it as nothing but pillow talk. 

However, you were now in the moment just as Seokjin was and you were determined to make the man cum. You bring the tip of his cock back into your mouth and you continue to suck, your palm jerking him to cum. Doing this, Jin begins to pant, his speech cut off. His head hangs back and his eyes are rolling with pleasure - such a beautiful sight, you think. Even when convulsing in pleasure did Kim Seokjin look beautiful.

Jin groans -  a groan that comes from deep in his throat. He wants to praise you and tell you just how good you’re doing; but maybe that was the side of him that likes you. That, of course, he can’t. He’s unable to form any words and all he can focus on is the pleasure that runs through his body entirely. It was as if his brain was shutting down and fuck did it feel amazing.

Jin’s thighs are quivering and he’s cumming, his breathing coming out in hushed stutters. He cums so much, thick white robes painting the inside of your mouth. It’s so much that it surprises you that it begins to seep out of your mouth, but you assure yourself to swallow as much as you could.

You release Jin’s cock and heave, the air hitting your throat refreshing. You’re sure you looked a mess; tear stained cheeks, blurry and red eyes and drool (and cum) mixed on your lips. But you don’t dwell on the fact - it wasn’t anything Seokjin wasn’t accustomed to seeing already.

It takes a few moments for Jin to compose himself. His eyes are closed and his thighs gently tremble until they stop completely. His mind is flooding with just what he has gotten himself into with you - an act he does each time you manage to make him cum.

“Sir?”

Jin snaps his eyes open and looks at you. You’re on your knees - where you belonged - and looked at him with a tilted head.

Jin leans forward, licking his plump lips. “You’re so obedient.” he murmurs to you, the Jin you knew coming back like a full circle. “The collar suits you.”

You yelp when Jin snatches said collar and yanks it harshly. His lips meet yours in a rushed kiss - an action he’s never done. You and Seokjin don’t kiss; it’s an act far too intimate for two people having an affair. He never initiated it before, and neither have you. Yet, kissing Jin felt right and there's electricity running through your veins. His lips are warm and soft to the touch and though you never initiated a kiss with the man before, you don’t find yourself pushing away from it.

Jin is amused (and satisfied) when you softly protest when he pushes you away from him. “You look like a kick puppy, Y/N. When was the last time you kissed your husband?”

Jin snickers when you glance away - you did because even you didn’t know. Jin kept his hours long (intentionally, now you know) and there was never any time for you and him to ever be alone. And even though you loved your husband for wanting to be better and get out of the financial bind he put the two of you in, there's a sinister side to you that still despises him for putting you in that situation to begin with.

“Come.”

Jin yanks at your collar and has you standing to your feet along with him. He pushes you towards his bed and you fall back with a low yelp. 

“Open your legs.” Jin demands and instantly, you comply. “Good girl.” he murmurs.

Between your legs was Jin’s favorite place to be - being inside you or his tongue buried in your pussy. Your pussy is always wet for him; warm and inviting. You gave it up to him so willingly and each time he took it with gratitude. 

Jin couldn’t get enough of you - and it had to be a deeper reason. You weren’t his woman to have, but he took you selfishly. He buries his tongue deep against your clit, not taking another second away. He laps against your pussy eagerly, eyes glancing up to see your shocked (yet satisfied) face - brows knitted and mouth agape as a moan draws out.

Jin’s hands place themselves on your outer thigh, allowing you to slightly cage him in between them - because that could never stop him from having his taste of you. He has no choice but to bury his face deeper into your pussy, suckling even harder against your swollen clit.

“F-Feels so good, sir.” you wail and Jin knows this. His eyes never leave your face as his tongue continues to lap. “G-Gonna cum already.”

Jin snickers - you were always so quick to cum when he had you like this. Like the perfect little whore you were, he thinks. He knows his brother could never please you the same way he does - you always walked around so uptight and shy. Your legs clenched together for whatever friction because his brother was far too busy to pleasure you.

 Now, you had that glow to you. Jin assured that you’d cum each and every time you and him were together - just like now.

Jin slams your legs open, pinning them against your shoulder. The position is as lewd as his actions, but that doesn’t stop him. He devours your pussy entirely, tongue ravishing your clit so loudly that his suckling is dancing off of the walls.

“S-Sir, slow down-”

Jin didn’t want to hear anything you were about to say. You didn’t tell him what to do - he was Kim Seokjin. If he wanted to lick your clit until you were squirting against him he would - because he was Kim Seokjin. 

Jin’s hands hold your thighs apart even tighter to assure you have no way to escape him, his tongue sliding against your clit entirely and entering in and out of you. Your eyes snap shut, squeezing so tightly. You were being swallowed up by the black hole of pleasure. There’s whimpering coming from you as well as the familiar moisture at the corner of your eyes. 

Jin shoves you away hastily. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you, Y/N.” Jin says suddenly - an act that is just as shocking as him kissing you.

You don’t get time to protest before Jin is flipping you onto your stomach and forcing your ass into the air. He’s behind you, positioning himself at your entrance.

Jin enters you without hesitation, needing no time to prep you because of how wet you are. He starts off rough, cock so deep that it brings back the familiar black hole of pleasure. 

Jin is brutal as he fucks you - but he was a man on a mission. He’s clouded by his own lust and selfish desire that he doesn’t hold back any of his own thoughts. 

“You’d want that, wouldn’t you?” Jin asks harshly, pulling both of your hands behind your back to hoist you up. “For me to fuck a baby into you?”

“Y-Yes, sir!” you wail, far too gone in pleasure that you don’t completely take in what Jin is saying. 

“You’re so drunk off of dick that you’ll say anything. There’s my Y/N.” Jin cracks his hips deeper and deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. Your juices are leaking down your thigh and staining his bedsheets, but he would never care. “I’m going to get you pregnant and watch my pathetic brother raise the child as his.” he laughs gleefully, his plan completely insane. 

You’re pushed away from Jin and you fall completely against the mattress. Jin hikes a leg up so he can go deeper into you.

“But don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll make sure our child has the best of the best.” Jin groans, eyes focused on the way your ass bounces against him. “And when they’re of age, I’ll tell them the truth. That the pathetic father they thought they had was not really their father.” Jin leans down, both hands firmly against the mattress for support. “And they’ll inherit millions from me. It’s better than having nothing like my pathetic brother.”

“Feels so good!” you moan into the mattress and all Jin could do is laugh - because you were far too gone to notice anything he was saying; and just how real his plans for you are.

“Yeah?” Jin manages to flip you again and now on your back, he allows you to wrap your legs around him. “So good for me, Y/N. Such an obedient little whore.”

Jin connects his lips to yours again and instantly, you wrap your arms around him. You were determined not to let him go this time - and he allowed it. Kissing you felt right; even when it was wrong. Not only because you weren’t his woman (because he was well aware of such and didn’t give a fuck) but because it was a sign of affection.

“Want you to fuck me all night.” you plead against his lips, holding him so close that you coild feel his own heartbeat. 

So dick drink, Jin thinks, but he doesn’t respond. He’s unable to, far too focused on giving you exactly what you want. 

Jin ponders how his brother wasn’t fighting him to have more time off of work. Your pussy is amazing - carved from the Gods. You’re gripping him so tight with a pussy that’s so wet that if he was in his brothers position, he wouldn’t be at work now - no, he’d be fucking you into the mattress.

But Jin wasn’t your husband and he was doing exactly what he should be doing to you.

“Squeezing me so tight, Y/N. Gonna cum already?” Jin taunts, but even he was ready to cum inside of you.

 The thought of getting you pregnant is stuck deep in Jin’s mind; watching you grow heavy and round with his seed. He would have a deep bond with the child, assuring that he would be loved far more than his brother would be with the child. He would be impressed with how large your breast would be as you grew with his child and how beautiful you’d look pregnant.

“Shit,” Jin’s forehead presses against yours. He plunges his cock inside of you with need now - the need to impregnate immediately - and to do this as many times as it takes for you to conceive.

Warmth floods deep inside of you just as you’re reaching your high. You squeeze Jin, hugging him closer to your exhausted and convulsing body and never wanting to let the man go.

You and Jin fucked for hours in various positions you’ve never been in. You had awoken suddenly, body exhausted in a bedroom that didn’t belong to you. Jin wasn’t there, you noticed, and that was your cue to take your leave.

Doing the walk of shame back to your bedroom was something you’d have to look yourself in the mirror about later. Your body was aching and all you truly wanted to do was have a soothing bath and then go right back to sleep.

You opened the door to your bedroom and stopped in your tracks. Your eyes scanned the room entirely.

Balloons littered the ceiling entirely - all red, white and pink. Your bed - king-sized that sat in the middle of the room, sat rose petals shaped neatly into a large heart. In the middle of it sat a small envelope, but that was the least of your concerns. 

Flower bouquets are surrounding your bed - all roses of different colors - and there’s dozens of gift bags waiting to be opened.

You enter your bedroom and close your door behind you. You ponder did your husband do all of this for you - and if he did, just how did he manage to do so without wondering where you were at the entire time?

Your heart sinks at the thought of your husband doing this for you and you were cheating on him with his brother.

You grasp the small envelope on your bed and open it. It’s a card - something simple written inside of it but it causes your heart to swell with realization.

My Y/N.

Happy Valentine’s Day

-Seokjin

hyung line said maknae rights

AHHHH SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD

Okay, i have never done this but here is my request 🫢 I’m gonna go with the elevator scene (could be the whole scene there or maybe then moving it to another place 😅) but with Jin please 🥺 I would like some type of angry sex, like idk, both are mad about whatever and then 🤯 if it could contain some degradation and maybe a spit kink? it would be more than perfect 😬🤩 oh! And some appreciation to his shoulders and lips ☺️ thank you so much in advance 🥰 hope you have a great dayyyy and take care of yourself 💜

Here’s some inspo~ 😍

stuck with you. || ksj.

❝ “Jin?”

“Hm?”

“Happy anniversary.” ❞

[this was also posted on ao3]

➳ summary: you always thought that having a 'first time' with your boyfriend, the kim seokjin, would be nothing but wonderful. like having your first kiss together or the first time you made love to each other. but not this time. having your first fight was horrible and you wanted nothing but to pout in silence. but then you get stuck in the elevator together with your boyfriend. and jin wasn't nearly done with you.

➳ pairing: kim seokjin x reader

➳ genre: idol!au, established relationship!au, light angst (they had a stupid fight), smut, fluff at the end

➳ warnings: make up sex, punishment sex, public sex (they're fucking in an elevator), spanking, spit kink, name calling (slut but also good girl, baby), unprotected sex, boobies appreciation, nipple play, creampie

➳ wordcount: 5,5k

➳ a/n: it's done, your request @jimcartop! I really hope you like this and it's written to your liking <3 it's not that good, I know, yet I still hope you (and all the other people too ofc) had a good time while reading this. Big thanks to @hoebii as well, thank you so much for taking the time to beta read for me! Ilysm <3 My requests are open btw, so if you have a wish, I'll try to get it done! Feedback would be much appreciated, ly all <3

➳ taglist: @parkdatjimin @hoebii

You always thought that the 'first time' of something would be a moment you’d love and treasure for a long time.

Like the first time you met your boyfriend Seokjin, all those years ago, or the first time the two of you went out on a date, the first kiss you shared or the first time you made love to each other. All these 'first times' will forever hold a special place in your heart, and whenever you’d feel sad, you’d remember them and suddenly the world seemed so much brighter, so much better.

Not this time though.

This 'first time' was horrible, something you thought you could prevent just a little bit longer, no, forever because yes, as much as you tried to deny it, you’ve always been avoiding it because it scares you to death; a fight. You and Seokjin had your first fight.

It all started pretty normally. You woke up at your shared apartment, alone, because your boyfriend had already left for practice and it was your day off.

Today was a very special day. It was your 5 year anniversary and you were beyond excited to spend this day with Jin. You both already had the day planned out in advance. Nothing special, because Jin still had work today, but the two of you would just spend time together at your shared apartment while watching a movie and eating the food your boyfriend made, and then things would – hopefully - get hot and steamy and the two of you wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom because you’d simply be too horny for each other. You even bought a new lingerie set in his favorite color you knew he’d love, because this anniversary meant a lot to you and you really wanted to please your boyfriend today.

But then everything just went downhill.

Your footsteps echoed loudly in the hallways as you made your way to the dance studios. You were angry, no, more than angry – you were furious and almost at the edge of crying, which was so unlike you that it simply made you angrier. But who could blame you?

This was your anniversary, a day that simply shouldn’t have gone wrong. Yet it did. When Seokjin called you earlier, saying that he wouldn’t make it home and needed to be at the studio for a few more hours you were mad. He knew how much this day meant to you, and yes, you also knew he was an idol and it happened often that he couldn’t make it home, but on your anniversary? He couldn’t even make time for you on your fucking anniversary?

There was music coming out from one of the studios, so you immediately knew that the boys would be in there. You probably should knock, waiting for them to give their approval for you to step into the room but you didn’t care. Not today, not now.

So, you shoved the door open with sheer force, a loud ‘bang‘ pierced through the room as it collided with the wall on the other side.

“Kim Seokjin!“

The people inside fell into silence, though the music continued playing in the background, everyone too stunned to make any moves as shocked faces were looking at you with wide, open eyes.

The first one to react to your sudden arrival was Jimin; the young man who was just sitting on a chair moments ago, drinking from his water bottle, fell from his chair, face colliding first with the floor. A loud soundision echoed through the studio, alongside Jimin groaning in pain, rubbing his forehead.

Then there was a laugh. Hobi.

The others followed him shortly after, laughing at poor Jimin who was now rolling his eyes, slightly annoyed, but not mad.

Everyone was laughing, except Jin.

Your boyfriend was looking at you, and you saw the different emotions flickering in his eyes. Surprise, guilt and annoyance. Why was he annoyed? A fire of anger blazed within you, ready to burn down everything that came its way.

“I am so angry at you, you have no idea!”, you announced, your voice echoing through the studio as you approach Seokjin with angry steps, your nostrils trembling.

In the corner of your eyes, you notice how the boys became quiet. They were no longer laughing, Jimin was no longer complaining about his pain. All their attention lingered on you, the crazy, angry girlfriend that just stormed in here without permission, without caring that they had to work.

You didn’t give any shit, your whole attention on the man standing right before you.

“This is such an important day for me, and you know it! On our anniversary?! Fuck, do you really appreciate me so little? How dare you, Kim Seokjin?!”

Okay, now you were overreacting. But you couldn’t stop, not when the anger within you only started to grow when you saw how his body tensed, a clear sign that he was angry himself.

You were also sure that the tears, which already gathered in the corners of your eyes, would soon gush out of you like a waterfall. You knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself then any longer. And you didn't want to show yourself this emotional in front of him and the others.

But Jin remained silent, calm. He didn’t let the storm raging inside him out. He waited while the guilt tried to suffocate him, slowly, because seeing you this angry and upset wasn’t easy for him, too. Even if he knew this was kind of his fault.

A voice from behind caught your attention. Namjoon.

Of course it was him, the leader, trying to solve every problem, even if he himself had nothing to do with it.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I think this has to be my fault. Shit, I completely forgot about your anniversary. If I had known beforehand, I wouldn’t have told Jin to stay longer to practice more”, Namjoon explained.

He was calm too, but something about that made you even more angry, more upset about this whole situation. Why the fuck was everyone this calm?!

Coming here was a bad idea, you now realized, because you were painfully aware of how much you were overreacting. Tears welled up inside you again, this time out of pure shame.

Yet you couldn’t stop.

You didn’t answer, didn’t even give a sign that you heard what the leader said and last but not least, you didn’t look anyone in the eyes. Not the boys, not your boyfriend.

Without another word, you practically sprinted out of the room. The door fell shut behind you, and now the silence of the corridor accompanied you as you ran away. Your heels clattered on the floor and your pent-up emotions that you tried so hard to hold in, tears of pure anger and shame, now flowed in streams down your cheeks, ruining your make-up you’ve put so much effort into.

You were painfully aware that Jin wasn’t following you, that he wouldn't pull you into his strong arms and let you cry on his warm chest.

But if you were honest, you couldn’t even blame him. You behaved like a little brat, which wasn’t entirely fair to him as well.

But you wouldn’t admit that, not now, not when your feelings were still this strong, this new.

You sprinted to the elevator at the end of the corridor, pressing the button like a madman, once, twice, then again, over and over again. You just wanted to get out of here, into your bed, where you could continue to act like a little child - but this time in peace, when no one could judge you and you no longer had to justify yourself for your shameful behavior.

The elevator opened its doors, a short ‘beep’ sounded out as you got in and pushed the button for the garage where you’d parked your car.

You were still sniffling, your eyes full of tears running down your cheeks, yet you didn’t have the emotional capacity to do anything about it, not even wipe them off with the back of your hand. Your back was pressing against the cold wall of the elevator, and you desperately tried your hardest to not look at the huge mirror. You didn't want to see what a miserable state you were in.

The doors slowly closed and you fished your phone out of your purse, fingers flying over the screen as you checked your messages, trying to get your mind busy with other things.

“Y/N!”

A hand reached through the elevator doors, followed by a foot, and then there was a groan as the doors failed to defy resistance, crushing both hand and foot. But the person on the other side reached his goal. The doors opened again, slowly, and in front of you now stood Jin, completely sweaty and agitated. He was running after you, even though you didn’t give him any reason at all to do so.

Rather the opposite was the case.

He entered, cautiously, and then the doors closed behind him and the elevator took the two of you down.

You now wiped your eyes, red and swollen from all the crying, but you still didn’t look at him. Because yes, even though you now understood how childish your behavior was, you were still angry. The fire was still burning in your chest and you weren't ready to erase it yet.

“Y/N, Jagiya, please look at m-“

Suddenly, the elevator came to a standstill. A screech rang out, metal on metal and a loud, startled shriek escaped your throat. Jin lost his footing, desperately flailing his arms back and forth as he tried to hold on to something at the very last moment, but it was too late. He lost his grip, fell forward and – of course – straight into your arms. Suddenly your lungs seemed to be out of air, your breath being taken away from you. As he slammed into you, as his full weight pinned you against the wall, your back hit with such force that tears came to your eyes instinctively, the pain making you see stars for a moment.

Then everything was quiet. Too quiet. And that’s when you realized the damn elevator got fucking stuck.

“Shit, oh god, are you okay?”, Jin asked, the worry clearly evident in his voice. You groaned in pain, your whole back hurt, and now tears were streaming down your cheeks again. This time, not out of anger or shame, but of pure pain.

“This can’t be fucking true, we can’t be stuck in this fucking elevator!”

But of course it was true. Jin knew, and you did too. What did you do in your previous life to deserve something like this?

Your whole back was killing you, and so while you were getting comfortable on the floor you groaned, both in pain and annoyance. Meanwhile you saw how Jin was pressing buttons, desperately trying to get you out of the elevator. He even tried to open the doors with his hands, but of course it wasn’t working.

“We’re stuck. Shit. Seems like we have to wait here till someone notices it.”

“No shit, Sherlock”, you grumbled, rolling your eyes. Jin turned around, and now you saw the clear frustration, visible in both his gaze and body language. You weren’t fair to him, you knew that. While it did made you feel bad, you also weren’t able to stop behaving like this. You and your hurt ego, it was honestly more of a pain in the ass than it was useful to you.

“Y/N, don’t be like that”, Jin sighed, and he ran his hands through his chocolate brown hair. A few wrinkles were now evident on his handsome face, which usually happened when he was nervous or frustrated. Probably both, you figured out.

“Don’t be like what? What am I doing? Explain it to me, so that I can understand it better”, you said, sarcasm practically dripping out of every part of your whole being. Jin only groaned in frustration, his head falling back, meeting the cold wall of the elevator.

“You behave like a little brat. Shit, I knew I fucked up, but I couldn’t just say no when Namjoon said he wanted to practice longer. You know how he is! He would’ve been stressing over it if I wouldn’t have agreed”, Jin tried to explain, his eyes searching for yours, desperately.

And you understood it, you really did, yet you had so much chaos, so many raw emotions within you that your reasonable side was hard to manifest itself again.

You started to cry. Yes, you, an adult woman, started to sob like a little baby while being stuck in an elevator with your boyfriend. You covered your eyes with your hands and it was like a switch had flipped within you. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing and you were pretty sure you looked like a whole mess, eyes and nose red from crying, your whole make-up smeared across your face.

It was in this moment you realized you were the luckiest woman in the whole world, no, the whole fucking universe to have Kim Seokjin as your boyfriend. No matter how angry he was with you before, no matter how frustrated, those feelings didn’t matter because he immediately put his arms around you without a second’s hesitation. Gosh, you loved this man, you truly did, and you swore to yourself that you would never get angry at him again.

He stroked your back in circular movements, didn’t stop, even if after what felt like an eternity – which was probably more like 10 minutes – you had calmed down, your body going limp in his arms. He still didn’t let go of you, instead starting to rock your body back and forth, slowly, carefully.

“I’ve been looking forward to this day for so long”, you started to speak, your voice sounding muffled due to your face still being buried in your boyfriend’s shirt. “I’ve took the day off. I-I didn’t say it because I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I cleaned the whole apartment, then I went shopping to buy this lingerie set you thought looked so good on me. I shaved my whole body, because… yeah, you know. I even made a reservation for your favorite restaurant. Shit, yeah, I’m so sorry for acting like this, but I’ve just… I’ve just wanted this day to be perfect Jin.”

You felt your tears starting to well up again, but this time you could control it. Instead, your gaze met his, and a soft smile spread on your face. Jin pulled you towards him again, this time his face was buried deep in your hair and you could feel his breath on your skin, making you shiver.

Then something wet rolled down your neck.

A tear. Guilt was washing over you, hitting you like a punch in the stomach.

“I’m so sorry, Jagi, shit. I’m so sorry. If I knew how much all of this meant to you, then I would’ve never stayed longer.”

You slowly untangled yourself from his arms, tried to look him in the face, but he wouldn’t let you. He turned away instead, sniffling softly to himself. The sound echoed through the elevator.

This had to be the most painful thing you have ever experienced. Your boyfriend, your soft, idiotic and funny boyfriend, who would always crack stupid dad jokes, who’d never leave the apartment without a goodbye kiss, was crying right in front of you. Because of your goddamn insensitivity.

You cupped his face, making him look at you. His eyes were red, swollen, exactly like yours just a few minutes ago. His hands clasped yours, who were still cupping his face, while he closed his eyes.

For a while, there was nothing but your shared silence in the elevator. The only noise coming from you was your calm and steady breathing.

Slowly you lift your fingers, wiped away the few tears that were still on his face and then spread soft kisses on his face, his eyes, which were still closed, his nose, his cheeks until your lips found his, and you placed one soft kiss there too. You have never been more grateful than in that moment, because after all of this Jin still let you get so close to him.

“I’m sorry Jin. I’m so sorry for letting it all out on you. This shouldn’t have happened, and I deeply regret that”, you spoke with a soft and steady voice, but on the inside, you were actually quite stressed. What if Jin wouldn’t forgive you? He had a reason not to, and the thought scared you, making you almost tear up again.

But Jin wasn’t like this, and deep within you, you already knew that.

“How can I forgive you when I’ve never been angry with you in the first place?”, he chuckled, a smile now on his face. You automatically started smiling too, and you nudged his nose with yours, giggling quietly while your arms swung around his broad shoulders.

“You shouldn’t be so indulgent with me. Punish me for what I did!”, came out of you, and suddenly it was as if a switch had flipped, the air between you immediately heated up, had something heavy, erotic in it.

And as you saw his smirk, you knew you would receive punishment. Just not in the way you imagined, but something much, much better, which made it already difficult for you to breath.

“Punishment, huh? Is that what you want?”, he asked. His voice sounded thick and so much deeper than usual, and when his hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer so that you were flushed against him, a groan escaped your throat.

You felt yourself becoming wet just by the thought of what exactly he would give you, and you couldn’t wait but to hope the punishment would be as bad as possible.

“Answer me, baby girl. Do you want to be punished? A bad girl like you should be punished the worst, don’t you think so?”, he mumbled, and as you tried to answer, tried to tell him how desperate you were to see how he would punish you, his sinful lips found the sensitive spot behind your ears, licking, sucking hard, and a whimper left your lips as you arched your back, closer, shit, you had to be so much closer to his body.

“Answer me, slut”, he groaned, and you whimpered as the filthy words left his mouth. You were dripping, your juices already forming a wet spot on his sweatpants and he hadn’t even started yet. And he knew, of course he knew, and he took full advantage of it, that lousy son of a-

With a jerk he turned your face to him, didn’t let go of you, even if you already looked at him obediently. Anger was now clearly visible on his face.

“Open your mouth”, he ordered, which you did without a second thought, waiting for what you knew would come next. He collected his saliva in his mouth and without hesitation he spat into your mouth and you stuck out your tongue, showed him where his saliva now was in your mouth.

He was breathing heavily and you could feel him beginning to rise underneath you, his long, fat cock slowly getting hard. A satisfied grin crept onto his lips.

“Now swallow.”

He gave you an order again, so of course you obeyed. With pleasure. You swallowed his saliva, imagining it was his cum instead, heavy on your tongue, and the thought alone almost brought you over the edge.

“Good girl”, he said and then the calm was over, the slight hesitation gone. Jin pounced on you like a hunter on his prey and you gave yourself immediately to him, unconditionally, even if there was a slight risk that he would eat you alive.

His mouth pressed onto yours, hard and without any mercy. He pulled you even closer to him, your breasts now pressed against his upper body and his cock rubbed against your cunt deliciously. Even under this much layer of clothes he had such a strong effect on you and you could feel how long and thick his member was. God, you truly loved his cock. You would definitely suck him off once the two of you got home.

“Gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of this fucking elevator. You will never behave like this, do you understand me? How you exposed me in front of the others, I will make sure you never will be able to do that again. You have to be punished, hard, do you understand that?”

His hands found your thighs, kneading the soft flesh while his lips kissed your neck. You immediately lean your head to the side so he could have better access to it, and now his kisses were getting sloppier, messier and a fire lit up in your stomach, making your walls clench around nothing.

His hands tore open your blouse with force and a startled scream escaped you. Buttons flew in all directions, but Seokjin didn’t seem to care at all, because he was looking at your chest intensely, the way your boobs almost spilled out of your bra, how nicely they were pressed together by the fabric.

“Look at your tits babe. Fucking look at them. They’re so gorgeous”, he spoke, his voice sounded so hoarse, so turned on. His big hands found your tits, massaged the flesh without mercy, again and again.

Your nipples harden underneath his touch, now clearly visible through the thin fabric of the bra, and Jin smirked as he saw that. He took one of your rosy buds between his fingers, rolling it back and forth while his mouth found your other breast, sucked you through the fabric, hard, just as he knew you liked it.

“Jin, oh my god, don’t stop, please”, you moaned out. His lips on your nipple made you see stars, and you grinded down onto his hard cock through the fabric of your clothes, the friction causing you immediate pleasure. Yet you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you, while he fucked you hard and fast.

“Yes, continue, ride yourself on my dick babe.”

He groaned at the sight of you. Your eyes were closed, your lips swollen and your tits bouncing right before his face, even though you still had a bra on. Gosh, he felt like he could cum right in his pants at this beautiful, sinful sight that was you.

But it was you who came first.

Your climax came suddenly, without a warning, so hard you screamed, the sound echoing throughout the elevator. However, you didn’t stop grinding against him, the opposite was the case, because while he still worked your nipples alternately with his lips and fingers you started to increase your speed, desperate to feel more of him.

“Fuck, who told you to cum without permission?”, Jin asked. He suddenly pulled away from you, leaving you confused and aroused, and instead began to massage himself through his pants. The sudden prospect made you groan, but the trembling of his nostrils made you hold still, made you not to do anything nasty again.

Your eyes followed him as he stood up and a moan escaped you as his hard cock was at eye level with you; a faint wet stain was clearly visible on his pants, and it was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. You thought he wanted you to lick his cock, to take him deep in your mouth until you couldn’t breathe anymore, but that wasn’t the case. He grabbed you by the shoulders, roughly, but not in such a way that it would cause you any pain, and pulled you up with all his strength. You got up stumbling a little, a little out of breath, but he didn’t give you time to get a hold of yourself, because the next moment he had pressed you against the wall with the mirror on it. The situation from before had been so similar, and yet so different, because this time you didn’t moan out of pain, but out of the sheer pleasure he was causing you.

“Turn around”, he ordered, his lips close to your ear as he bit down hard, once, then let go and waited for you to obey his command. And like the good girl you are – for him and him only – you followed his order, turned around and pressed your upper body against the cold glass of the mirror. Your breasts were spilling out of your bra, nipples getting even harder as they were pressed against the mirror.

Your eyes found his in the mirror, he looked at you without turning his gaze away just for a second, and you stretched out your ass towards him while you slowly licked your lips and exhaled your breath sensually, the glass beneath you making it visible by turning foggy.

He groaned at the sight, and then his whole body was pressed against your back, his dick pressed against your ass, slowly grinding between your ass cheeks as much as possible because you were still clothed. It had to be gone, you realized, your clothes who forbid him to grind his cock directly at your ass had to be gone. Now.

“Need to feel you inside me Jin, please“, you begged, wiggling your ass at him out of sheer desperateness. He bit down hard into your neck at this action, hard, and you moaned at the thought of being marked as his, the evidence clearly visible on your neck.

“Shit- you’re so hot, might cum in my pants by the sight you’re giving me. Gonna fuck you so hard I have to carry you out of this elevator since you won’t be able to feel your legs after it. Now strip for me, babe. Fast.”

You probably broke all the records by stripping, slipping out of your clothes so quickly and throwing them carelessly on the floor that you were pretty shocked yourself. Then you stood in front of him, naked, completely exposed and in his eyes you saw how much he enjoyed this, how much it aroused him that while you were naked he was still fully clothed, causing him to smirk slyly. His arousal was clearly visible as his erection continued to swell and the sight made you even wetter, even more desperate to get his cock inside you as fast as possible.

And it seemed like he couldn’t wait either. He forced your body to turn around, so you were facing the mirror again. Then, as you finally thought he would fuck you, you were surprised again.

He slapped your ass. Once. Twice. So hard that you were sure your flesh was all red. You moaned, cried out, over and over again as he continued to slap you. The view he had seemed too good to be true, how the flesh jiggled as he slapped your perfect ass until it was sore. Only then did he stop, and when you thought you could catch your breath you were taught a better one: he pulled down both pants and boxer shorts and thrust into you, hard and so fast and deep that you got dizzy. At first there was pain, so much pain it brought tears to your eyes but your boyfriend actually let you get used to his size until you were sure your legs wouldn’t give out the second he would thrust into you again.

You gave him a sign by giving him a nod, and he didn’t hesitate for even a millisecond. He pulled his cock out of you, the sudden emptiness making you whimper, but before you knew it, he was inside you again, and oh god, he hit a certain spot, so hot and deep. He thrust into you, over and over again, at a speed that made you see stars, that made you reach your climax far too quickly for your liking. Yet you didn’t want him to stop.

His hands were on your boobs again, finally, and he squeezed the flesh he loved to much, punished your nipples over and over again with both his hands till you were screaming due to oversensitivity.

“Watch yourself in the mirror, Jagi. Open your eyes. Shit, do you see how hot you are? So wet and ready for me.”

His words, oh god, his words made you scream as you opened your eyes, as you watched this beautiful man thrust into your pussy, hitting spots within you you didn’t even know existed.

You felt ready to burst, the obscene noises of your juices between you while he fucked you hard were too much, too hot, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

Seokjin grabbed your hips, prevented you from moving and was thrusting so fucking fast and hard in you that you were nothing but a screaming mess. And when he also took your clitoris between his fingers, massaged it over and over again in circular movements, it was over for you.

You came, your second orgasm hitting you, the pleasure flowing through your whole body, from the tips of your toes to the tips of your hair, making you sigh in comfort, making your body go limp and leaving you a panting mess.

“Good job, princess. You did so good”, Jin said, his lips on your shoulder, leaving a trail of feather light kisses along the way. But he still wasn’t finished with you.

Trying to reach his own release, he picked up his pace again, his cock slipping in and out of you again, the action making you scream because shit, you were so sensitive there, so sore from his big dick.

“Jin, I- ah, can’t go again, please”, you cried out, your forehead pressing against the mirror while you tried your hardest to stop your legs from trembling. “Yes, you can and you will. Be a good girl for me, Y/N. I know you can do that for me”, he mumbled, his voice sounded dull because he was still kissing your back and shoulders. His lips were squeezed shut, trying his hardest to chase his orgasm.

He was also panting you noticed, his shirt sticking to his chest due to all the sweat his body was producing, yet he didn’t seem to mind that. He was lost within you, deep buried into your tight and warm pussy, desperately trying to cum.

After you caught yourself again, a few moments later, you decided to help the poor man a little. With your hands you leaned against the mirrored wall and lifted your hips, letting them rotate back and forth as he thrust into you again and again. Sheer pleasure was visible on his face, and you swore the sight of him trying to get himself off while using you for his own pleasure was enough to force another orgasm out of you.

His movements were getting sloppier, changing from slow to fast which let you knew he was getting close, getting ready to burst his load within you.

“Cum for me, Jin. Need your cum in me, painting my walls white.”

Oh, and he did. His dick twitched inside of you and he came in waves, cum dripping down your thighs. He groaned, biting down hard into the flesh of your shoulders, panting heavily.

“Shit, that was amazing”, he said shortly after, his member slipping out of you easily due to all the cum the two of you produced together.

“We should get stuck more often in an elevator if it ends up like this, huh?”, you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively while grinning at him through the mirror. He laughed, nodding in agreement with you, because this had to be the best sex he ever experienced – although all the sex with you was the best, so fucking hot and good all the time. He would never get tired of fucking you, and clearly never tired of loving you.

You turned around, still naked as you smiled, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft, deep kiss on his beautiful lips. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you yet again closer to him.

Shortly after, you collected the clothes lying on the floor, trying to get dressed, Jin trying to distract you by grabbing you again and again, pulling you to himself and kissing you deeply. He only stopped after you hit him playfully on the arm, only then did he let you get dressed in peace.

“I love you, Kim Seokjin”, you announced, suddenly feeling emotional all over again. The love you had for him was real, deep and raw burning in your chest. You loved him with every breath you took, every heartbeat of your loving heart.

“And I love you, L/N Y/N”, he grinned, boyishly.

It took a while for the elevator to jerk into motion again, taking you both finally to your desired destination.

Only when the doors opened and the corridor leading to the garage was revealed to you did you remembered something, something so important you couldn’t believe you simply had actually forgotten.

“Jin?”

“Hm?”

“Happy anniversary.”

uploaded: 06/23/22

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEOKJINIE!!!

happy birthday to the most handsome cutest hottest man on earth💜💜💜

many all your wishes come true

thank you for everything you ever did for us

I'll always support you no matter what

I love you!!! stay healthy!and best of luck for MAMA!😘😘😘💜💜💜