Fresh snow glitters under the glow of the streetlamps. Every step produced a satisfying crunch as you and Seokjin walked through the park. Completely smitten, staring more into each-other’s eyes than at the road ahead. Your arms are looped together, refusing to let any innocent bystanders separate the two of you, not that there were any around to try; most sensible people had determined it too cold to go for a Christmas eve walk. The trail you’re following twists and winds, bare branches overhang creating a beautiful frozen canopy.
“I don’t think this Christmas could be any more perfect if we tried.” You sighed, cuddling into Jin’s shoulder.
“How about we go for a sleigh ride?” He points at the horses on the horizon. You grin and nod enthusiastically, speeding up to make sure nobody beats you there. Jin chuckles as you pull him along, smiling fondly at how excited you had gotten. You reach the horse drawn sleigh quickly and pay the elder man the fare before clambering in. A thick blanket is draped over the two of you to prevent the winter chill. The driver snaps the reigns and the horse pull forward to travel their well-known route around the park.
“So, what did you ask Santa for this year?” Jin brings his lips right to your in a move that could be taken as innocent by anyone watching, but it makes you shiver as his hot breath hits your skin.
“Oh, I’m not getting anything from Santa this year, I’m on the naughty list.” You state matter-of-factly. Jin raises and eyebrow but entertains the thought.
“Oh? How did you end up there?” he regrets asking you that as he watches you slip off a glove and wriggle you hand under the blanket.
“Let me show you exactly how I got on the naughty list.” You crane your neck up a little to nibble on his ear as your hand wanders over his crotch under the blanket. The zipper to his jeans slides down almost too easily allowing you unbelievably easy access to his crotch. His eyes go wide when his brain catches up to yours. He glances towards the driver and then back to you, but you just put a gloved finger to your lips as the fingers under the blanket wrap around his member and slip it lose from its confines. You trace the line of a vein with your fingernail and a small whine escapes he lips. The driver fidgets but doesn’t turn at the noise.
You settle your body against your boyfriend’s side. The picture of a couple desperately in love with one another to any onlookers. Realistically just a better angle for your antics, regardless of how true their thoughts may also have been. You swipe you thumb along his slit, using the small amount of precum as lubricant in your cold palms. He bites his lip as you take pleasure in administering long, slow strokes along his shaft. He nearly draws blood when you speed up. One particularly hard rub proves too much for Jin as he moans. Immediately, your hand snaps above the blanket. The driver turns to check on the two of you, eyeing you suspiciously but ultimately coming up empty.
“Would you be quiet? Or do you want to be caught?” his cheeks turn a little but redder at your suggestion, making him no less kissable. You pull his face to yours kissing him deeply before returning your hand under the blankets. “I think you want this poor old man to see what I can do to you, is that it Seokjinnie? Can I get you off on just the thought of being watched?” you mumble against his lips your strokes at his cock get faster as the red reaches his ears. Another moan tumbles from his lips but neither of you look up. He is so close you can feel him twitching. Every time you reach his tip, he jolts a little. His eyes meet yours, asking for silent permission. You nod your head, and he stops holding back, releasing all over your waiting palm. You lick the remnants away as the end of the route comes into sight.
Kim Seokjin. Even the name made you boil with loathing. He was loud, narcissistic, and obnoxious. Yet somehow everyone around you loved him. They craved his attention, swooned when his eyes met theirs. Everything about him was infuriating. Which is why you’re not exactly sure how you ended up bent over the cleaning supplies in the dorms cupboard for the third time this week as he railed you from behind.
It started after a night in with the boys. You had gone round to play video games with Jungkook and Tae, but he was constantly around. You were sat mid Mario Kart race when he entered the room placing himself on the armrest of your chair
“I see you’re losing Y/N” He taunted. In actual fact, Tae was far behind you, but he only cared about making you feel bad. The others had said that you were looking too far into it, all a joke on their hyung’s part but you were convinced it was part of some unspoken vendetta. No one believed you though, after all Jin would never want to make someone feel bad. The small smirks when someone comes to his defense tell you otherwise. You elbowed him in the ribs, making him fall from his perch and then ignored him for the rest of the race.
You placed a very close second, losing to Jungkook. The night had continued in much the same way, each of the boys had come home and joined you in the living room. Your casual gaming day became a full-blown game night. Someone suggested playing Mr and Mrs, Jimin and Taehyung going first. The only problem with that being they were on the same wavelength every answer had matched, meaning every turn lead to you and the rest of the boys having to drink.
Next the 94’s took their turn, not quite as consistent as the soulmates but still close. They failed on two answers: who is the better rapper (opting for each other), and who is better in bed (opting for themselves). At this point you were relatively tipsy having played another drinking game before getting to this point. Your head a little hazy, you hadn’t realized who they chosen to be your partner until it was too late.
As expected you and Jin answered every question differently. Neither willing to concede that the other might be better at something. The boys original plan had been for you to find some common ground, an answer that matched… a compliment given… something. They got nothing. So, they devised another plan. Jimin spilt his drink on the tiled floor, pretending to be a lot more drunk than he was. Namjoon offered to help him clean himself off, asking Jin to fetch the cleaning supplies for the floor in the meantime. Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed you, pushing you into the small supply closet and face first into Jin’s chest. The door slammed shut behind you.
“Guys this isn’t funny” you whined, banging on the door. It was no use. A note slid under the door.
“Reconcile your differences, we will come back for you later’
You’d let out a huff and made yourself comfortable on the floor, dragging your knees into your chest.
“NAMJOON-AH…. YOONGI-AH… THIS ISNT FUNNY.” His grating voice reverberated around the room.
“Would you just shut up!” you snapped, “They aren’t gonna let us out, all your doing is giving me another fucking headache.” He looked at you curled up on the floor and shrugged, not really caring what you thought.
‘JUNGKOOKIE-AH, YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE” he shouted for a little longer before realizing they really weren’t coming back. He lowered himself down to the floor across from you and assumed a similar position, except he’d been staring at you. “This is your fault you know?” he accused. You scoffed and met his eyes.
“Oh do share how you think this is my fault, oh-wise-Seokjin” you lifted your head to meet his stare. It was clear he hadn’t appreciated the sarcasm dripping in your tone, but he replied anyway.
“If you didn’t have such an abrasive personality, I wouldn’t hate you half as much and they wouldn’t have deemed this necessary” his matter of fact tone had pissed you off so much, you’d leapt to your feet, furious. His mirrored your action, getting right up in your face challenging you to come up with an excuse.
“If you weren’t so self involved, you would see that the world doesn’t revolve around you asshole” you were breathing heavily, vibrating with anger “maybe you should consider that my personality isn’t abrasive, I just don’t worship you and that frustrates you to no end” his eyes flitted away from you gaze for only a moment before he had scooped you into his arms. Lips desperate against yours. All the anger being taken out in this one intimate movement. The two of you had come away chests heaving, just as the door was opened by a very afraid looking Hoseok. You had shot one last glare at Jin before storming out of the dorm that night.
Now the two of you were in the cupboard once again, this time by choice. It was the only place the boys wouldn’t look for the two of you. They never cleaned the dorm themselves; it was the perfect place to hide. Jin had you bent across one of the shelves. Back pressed firmly in to the wood as he thrusted into you, taking out all of his frustration at you on your dripping pussy. One hand was wrapped in your hair pulling sharply, as the other rubbed furiously at the sensitive bunch of nerves between your legs. Your hands sort purchase on his biceps, grasping so hard the half-moon prints from your nails were sure to leave bruises.
You found it very therapeutic to let out your anger this way. Seeing his stupid face contorted in pleasure, ruining his perfect façade mad you hornier than you thought possible. The shelving unit shook with the force of each push. The occasional cleaning product falling to the floor around you. Jin’s hips stuttered as he reached his high, releasing his cum deep inside of you. The relief on his face made your stomach flutter in what you believed to be disgust. Once he had regained full function his hand pinched at your clit, rubbing, flicking, and stroking until you came on his softening cock. He helps you to your feet without a word, grabbing a clean rag and handing it to you before he zips himself up and walks out of the small room. You follow shortly behind after smoothing your hair and dress. You walk into the kitchen to find the maknae line staring at you.
“What?” you question.
“You know if you wanted to keep that a secret you probably shouldn’t do it in a room that shares walls with most of our bedrooms” Jungkook’s tone is nonchalant, earning him snickers of approval from his band mates and intense blush that creeps up your face.
summary: As usual, Kim Seokjin can’t wait for a hairstylist to cut his hair. But instead of cutting it himself with kitchen scissors over the sink, he convinces you to do it.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language, smut (fem reader, vanilla); idol!BTS; established relationship; Seokjin is ridiculous and so am I, sorry not sorry
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“Don’t ruin it!”
“Seokjin, why even ask me then?”
“Because I want you to do it.”
You were crouched over your boyfriend with a pair of hair cutting scissors and a comb.
“Just ask your hairstylist!”
“But you’re the love of my life,” he whined, wiggling around in the chair. “Come on.”
“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” you muttered as you combed his bangs for the hundredth time. Had you ever cut hair before? No. Had Kim Seokjin somehow convinced you it would be a great idea to trim his bangs? Unfortunately, yes. They weren’t that long but they covered his eyes and he was annoyed by them so clearly you had to rectify the situation.
“What if it looks terrible?” you winced.
“It can’t look terrible. I’m World Wide Handsome.”
Oh, my God. You gave him a look, the look that you always gave him when he said something like that, but he laughed like it always did, giving you a thumbs up. It made you look up into the mirror and stare at your own reflection as if you were in a sitcom.
Shaking your head, you used the comb to lift the hair from his face. He stared up at you, making you nervous.
“Close your eyes,” you scolded.
“I want to see,” he pouted.
“I don’t want to make you blind with your own hair. Close your eyes.”
He frowned, but obeyed. You had watched YouTube videos for this, which was clearly enough training for you to embark on this journey. You hesitantly made the first cut. He screamed.
“I swear, Seokjin, stop it!”
If you weren’t used to his antics, you probably would have chopped off a whole chunk. He was laughing at you, but you ignored him, point cutting to fix the bluntness of your mistake. You kept going, snipping delicately, focused on your task. It wasn’t as hard as you thought. Seokjin had thick hair, but it was also over-processed even though it was dyed black. It made things a little easier, as his hair needed the trim.
“I can see down your shirt.”
“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” you said absentmindedly.
“Take it off so I have something to look at.”
You stopped for a moment, giving him that look again. He giggled.
“You look so funny.”
You combed through his bangs to get the loose hairs off. “Better?”
He turned his head to look in the mirror, mussing with the front of his neatly-combed hair. He stood up and shook his white t-shirt, checking himself out. For a second, you wondered if he was actually looking at his hair or his own face.
“Thank you,” he finally said, grinning. “Now you can see my sparkling eyes.”
You wanted to facepalm and your expression reflected it. Seokjin clapped and laughed, knowing you were doing it sarcastically. You didn’t actually think it was lame. Couldn’t egg him on too much though; Seokjin could praise himself for hours and sometimes you just wanted to eat dinner.
You swept the fallen hair with a broom as Seokjin poked your side.
“Okay, what do you want?” he said cheerfully, looping his arms around your waist as you struggled to gather the hair on the floor.
You made the awkward waddle to the trashcan to toss the hair. “I don’t need anything, Seokjin. Thank you is enough.”
He picked you up, broom and all, and spun you around. You groaned exaggeratedly, pretending to wobble as he put you down. He laughed, pressing his forehead against yours. The broom clattered to the floor, but you both ignored it.
“I’m ancient,” you complained. “Don’t do that.”
“Hey!” He gently headbutted you. “There’s no way you’re ancient if I’m still young.”
You laughed, softly headbutting him back. “Weren’t you the one complaining to Big Hit that you were getting old and there was too much dancing?” you teased.
“They’re really difficult!” he whined.
“Yeah, yeah, but you always look perfect, so that means you can do it, right?” You nudged him, making his ears red.
“Ah, well, of course,” he stuttered. “I am BTS Jin after all.” He placed his hands on his hips and grinned proudly.
You looked up at him with a smile, not teasing this time. Maybe he drove you crazy but you loved him more than anything else in the world. It was always fun to be around him. He was ridiculous and never boring, always keeping you on your toes. You wanted him to keep smiling and always tried to make him happy when he was down.
He placed his chin between his index and thumb, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “What are you thinking about? Falling more in love with me?”
You laughed and shoved him lightly. He pulled you along, bumping you into his chest, showering you with light kisses. You smiled against his lips, kissing him a little harder. He stiffened, surprised. Seokjin could be overtly flirty, but when it came to the first move, well…
That might have been your instigation.
He looked at you curiously and you kissed him again. He had full, plush lips that were fun to kiss, and he always seemed stunned that you wanted to kiss him. You broke apart, looking up at him lovingly.
“Hey, Seokjin,” you murmured.
His eyes went round with curiosity. “Hm?”
“I kind of… maybe… really love you,” you dragged out, tongue cheekily between your teeth. You were making fun of his confession, way back then.
He puffed his cheeks at you. “Hey! That’s not nice!”
“I know,” you chuckled. The response you gave when he confessed, in true Han Solo fashion. You two were having a Star Wars marathon, after all.
“Yah, you’re so annoying!” he whined, tugging on your sleeves as he dragged you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. You tackled him, laughing, making him stumble onto the bed as you ferociously nuzzled him. You kissed him, cupping his face with your hands, pinkies rubbing his red ears. Despite saying you were annoying, he kissed you back, smiling against your lips. You broke the kiss, kissing his cheeks and ears, nipping at his earlobe playfully.
“Maybe I’ll show you what’s under my shirt after all,” you purred, pressing your body on top of his.
He groaned, his hands sliding up your sides. You liked being on top of him, but it was preventing you from removing his shirt, so you sat up and yanked your t-shirt over your head. You tugged at his and he wiggled out of it, tossing it aside. Both of you were only wearing underwear underneath.
You placed your hands on his broad shoulders and slid your hips down, stopping at his growing erection.
“O-oh?” You grinned. “Just from kissing?”
The red was slowly beginning to creep to his cheeks. “You’re b-basically naked too!”
You tilted your head as if you were thinking. “You’re right.” Tucking your tongue between your lips, you reached back and undid your bra. It slid off your shoulders and you tossed It aside, bouncing your chest on purpose.
He moaned, seeing your nipples bounce in the air. Seokjin might be good at body rolls, but there was nothing he enjoyed more when you did it with your bra off. You grinned and cupped your breasts with your hands, bouncing them more vigorously.
“Okay, that’s it,” he declared, grabbing you by the shoulders and flipping the two of you around, pressing you onto the bed. He was bigger than you, but it was comforting to look at him. Not to mention fun to see the slight desperation in his eyes.
He leaned down to kiss you before moving down your jaw and neck, running his hot tongue against your cool skin. You shivered, feeling his breathing, the light nip against your collarbone. Down the crevice of your breasts before stopping and licking up your sternum, blowing softly on the wet skin.
“Seokjin…”
He was deliberate and calm, driving you crazy. Slow, languid lick to your nipple before taking it in his mouth, flicking it lightly with his tongue. There was a little nervousness as he reaches up to slowly rub your other nipple. It was a sweet and innocent movement, and secretly it turned you on. You ran your hands through his hair, pressing into his mouth, whimpering softly to encourage him. He licked more roughly and you purred, sliding your other hand down his side and running your nails across his skin.
He released you, breathing your name softly before lapping at your other nipple, playing with the tip as he looked up at you with his round brown eyes.
“Hm?”
He rested his chin on your stomach. “Can I be inside you now?” he pouted. “I’m horny.’
You laughed, nodding. That was your cue to reach over and grab a condom from the bedside table, only to turn back to his underwear suddenly vanishing. Your mouth turned into a small ‘o’, impressed.
“A good magic trick, Kim Seokjin. Can I hire you for my birthday party?”
He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “If you’re going to be naked at your birthday party, of course.”
You removed your panties, amused. “It would have to be a private birthday party then.”
He put the condom on and then grabbed your thighs, sighing at the fullness of them. He always enjoyed your thighs and how juicy they felt in his hands. “Only the best for my love,” he whispered affectionately, positioning himself at your entrance.
“Oh? Missionary?” you quipped, raising your legs.
His ears reddened. “I like watching your breasts bounce,” he said, flustered. You also knew he liked your legs pressed against his torso. He liked to feel them against him as he fucked you.
He entered you slowly, for you and for him, both of you moaning as he filled you up. Your eyelids fluttered closed, feeling him adjust to touch your sensitive spot. He began to move and you squeezed him, making him gasp.
“Stop that,” he panted, thrusting slowly.
“Don’t want to,” you replied, rolling your hips up to meet his.
“You’re actually going to be the death of me,” Seokjin whined. “You’re so tight.”
You placed your arms above your head so he could see your breasts bounce with each thrust. “I have to practice for the love of my life.”
His eyes fixated on your chest, shuddering. “Or you could not drive me crazy for once.” Without meaning to, he began to increase his pace, thrusting harder and faster.
You gasped, so focused on his movements that you didn’t reply. He hit the spot you liked so much and your breath hitched, panting out his name like a prayer. Again, and again, harder, rougher.
“Say my name again, love,” he growled, pressing down. He crouched down and sucked on your nipple, hard, while simultaneously fucking you senseless.
“Fuck, Seokjin, fuck,” you moaned, clutching onto the pillows as he lifted his head, brows knitted in concentration. He felt so good, so right as his cock twitched inside you, the head rubbing against your sensitive walls. You were getting wetter, the orgasm hitting you out of nowhere, making you whine as your pussy pulsed around him, juices leaking down.
“That’s it,” he breathed, sweat glistening on his brow. The obscene, wet slapping sounds were almost too much for him.
“Seokjin, ah, I’m going to–”
He moaned as you came again, tightening around him, shuddering with pleasure. He grunted and slammed into you one last time, his orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave. It racked his entire body, filling him with satisfaction and bliss. You pushed your hair back, looking up to see his bangs tangled with sweat and plastered to his forehead. You chuckled, smiling at him.
“You’ve gone and ruined my hard work,” you complained.
Seokjin grinned devilishly. “And I’d do it again.”
pairing(s):seokjin x reader, mentions of past hoseok x reader
summary: Kim Seokjin goes through anger, fear, and inappropriate arousal and, quite frankly, he’s not sorry about it (well, he is a little sorry). It’s a roller coaster.
warnings: non-idol!AU; in which everyone makes bad choices; slow burn; rated M (18+) for language, mentions of drug use, mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, violence, mentions of past cheating, smut (a little bit of a praise kink, cowgirl, repeated orgasms)
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The air itself was tense.
He paced the front hallway after forcing the guards to make themselves scarce. He wasn’t wearing his tie and his blazer was somewhere in the house. That left him in his black suit pants and dark blue dress shirt, sleeves rolled up. If he was in his right mind, he would have cleaned himself up, perhaps made himself look less agitated as he waited.
You shouldn’t have let her go, Seokjin.
He was scolding himself. He should have trusted his instincts, but instead he let her go. He checked his phone again and there was the feed of the camera showing her leaving her house.
Moments before, he had the urge to call her suddenly, practically growling his instructions.
“Get your ass over here now and bring the week’s supply. All of it.”
He wasn’t even sure she was going to listen to him. But she was leaving her apartment. He shouldn’t have installed that camera outside her apartment, but he also didn’t give a single shit. He needed the peace of mind. He needed it.
He knew how selfish he was. Childish even. He knew it was wrong, all of it. He shouldn’t have kept her around after what happened to Hoseok. He shouldn’t have guilted her into staying a runner. He shouldn’t order her not to be touched, he shouldn’t touch her himself, and he shouldn’t, for fuck’s sake, give her continued access to cocaine.
But he did.
He rubbed his forehead, taking a deep breath. He knew he wasn’t a nice man. Maybe it was how he grew up – privileged and the youngest. Always fawned on and treasured. He had no cares in the world. He thought he could have whatever he wanted because money brought everything. And when money didn’t, well, emotions could be manipulated.
He knew he was deplorable. But none of that stopped him.
She wasn’t an addict. Fuck, she practically hated substances now. He knew she kept doing what he asked because she wanted to watch over her customers, wanting to check up on them even if it was to be the next dose. Seokjin knew how twisted that was. A drug dealer who cares because she couldn’t talk them out of the habit. She couldn’t stop them but maybe she could control their dose. And that was fucked up and he let it continue because he wanted to see her, even if she low-key hated his guts.
He really was the worst.
She was supposed to be his. But then she had met Hoseok, friend of a friend, and everything went to shit. He took the scraps he could get. He wasn’t proud of it. He made her do things sometimes when Hoseok was craving it really bad. Memories she probably buried so deep so she couldn’t remember them. And then Hoseok didn’t come to him one time, just once, and everything got even shitter, if possible.
He thought he could live like that. He thought he could continue being like that.
But this time was different. This time he could feel it. He didn’t know what she could do, but there was something different in her eyes this time. He hadn’t counted on that. He hadn’t counted on maybe, just maybe, she would stop this cycle herself.
He scowled, pacing more intensely now. Even now, he was sure of it. She didn’t like to admit it, but he knew her well and saw through her feeble attempts to hide her emotions. He had ignored it, but, of course, it steadily got worse. Each time he saw her, it was like a little more of her died inside. He thought she would get over it. She was a strong person. He had always admired that. Perhaps strong wasn’t the right word. Stubborn.
He punched the wall and growled. The pain felt like nothing compared to the heightening fear inside him. A fear he veiled in anger, the only way he knew how to deal with it.
The knock on the door was sharp.
It cut him out of his thoughts. A few swift strides and he practically ripped the door open. She was breathing hard through the black face mask, cheeks red from running. Grey sweatshirt and long grey shorts. He remembered that outfit. For once, however, her hands were bare. She had forgotten to wear her usual black gloves. She always wore them because she did not like handling the product directly. Fingerprints and shit like that. She looked surprised to see him opening the door.
Without greeting, he grabbed the front of the sweatshirt and dragged her inside, slamming the front door and locking it.
“Seokjin, what the–”
He shoved her into the wall, knocking the wind out of her. She gasped, head hitting the wall and seeing stars.
“Did you fucking bring it?”
“Fucking hell,” she swore, trying to blink her eyesight straight. “Yes, I brought it, you–”
He shoved her up the wall, taking the face mask off her roughly. He stared into her eyes, which were looking in every direction, getting back into focus. He checked her lips, her nose.
“Seokjin, are you trying to kill me? Fucking shit,” she groaned, shaking her head.
“Do I need to try if you were planning on doing it yourself?” he growled.
The air seemed to drop by ten degrees. Shock, and then shame flitted across her expression. She wasn’t looking at him. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off.
“Lie to me. I fucking dare you.”
She closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she looked up at him. A little bloodshot. Focused and so dark that it ate him up inside seeing that. There was brightness there once. Life.
“Give it to me.”
He held one hand out but the other didn’t let go of her sweatshirt. Wordlessly, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded handkerchief. She opened it in his hand. There it was. The packet of cocaine and a bottle of pills. The bottle rolled off his hand and fell to the floor, but he ignored it. He was looking at the plastic bag.
“You opened it.”
“I put it back,” she shot back.
He slammed his fist into her sternum, making her gasp painfully. “How much did you take?”
She suddenly shoved him, tone rising in rage. “I said I put it back, you asshole!”
He threw the packet at her, missing and hitting the wall. “Did you now? Suddenly a good girl?” he mocked, eyes narrowing.
“Fuck you, Seokjin! I’m not a fucking addict like you!”
Unfazed, he raised a finger, pointing at her. “At least I’m not addicted to actively punishing myself mentally and physically over nothing.”
“Nothing?” she hissed, slapping his finger away and shoving him again. “Nothing? You fucking cold-hearted, greedy shit, always acting high and mighty,” she shouted, clenching her fists. “As if you fucking know. As if you would ever have a clue what it was like to be in love.”
“I know,” he scowled. “I watched you and Hoseok frolic around until the end.”
“You–” She tried to slap him, but he dodged out of the way. She glared and turned around, obviously intending to head out. He grabbed her arm and dragged her back.
“Let me go,” she snapped, trying to punch him but he caught her hand in mid-air, squeezing it uncomfortably.
“You know you can’t actually land a hit on me unless I let you.” His voice was low, dangerous.
She stopped struggling and just glowered at him, clenching her jaw. “What are you going to do? Keep me prisoner?”
“Maybe I should. Prevents you from doing anything stupid.”
She was breathing hard. He was much bigger and stronger than she was. His broad shoulders towered over her, and his grip was tight and unrelenting. She changed her tone.
“Why do you care?” She narrowed her eyes. “Can’t have your precious runner die on you?”
He scoffed. “I have many more, better runners who service many more customers than you.”
“Then why does it matter?” she challenged. “I’m just a pawn in your game. Just let me die in peace.”
His blood ran cold. She cemented the worst with those words.
“You’re so caught up in Hoseok’s death that you think about nothing else,” he breathed through gritted teeth.
Her dark eyes flashed. “And why does that matter? You couldn’t give two shits Hoseok died. It only meant I wasn’t going to suck your dick or let you finger fuck me in an alley anymore.”
“You’re an idiot.”
Her eyes widened at the sharp retort. He was staring at her with a mixture of fury and despair.
“Your head is so far up your ass you didn’t even think to look around you.” He released her suddenly, pushing her away from him. “You think I don’t know what love is?” he asked, voice breaking a little as she looked at him, mouth open in shock. He huffed, shaking his head. “I love you. I always have, from the moment I saw you. You can stand there and deny it all you want, but you know it’s true.” He sighed, frowning. “But then you met Hoseok and you instantly fell in love with him. And, shit, Hoseok was a great guy. What was I supposed to do? Not let the women I love be happy?”
“You… you made me do all kinds of sexual favors for you,” she sputtered.
He raised an eyebrow. “And? You were begging for cocaine to feed your boyfriend’s bad habits. You think I would let you have that for free without benefiting off of it?” He chuckled, half in disbelief and half in his own shame. “Are you a saint? You were poisoning my friend right in front of my fucking face.” He cocked his chin at her. “It’s not like you were poor. You have money. You did it anyway.”
Her lips trembled. She looked from the ground to the wall and then to him. “B-but…”
“I should have stopped you both,” he continued, sighing again. “I should have cut him off and I should have made you break up with him. I saw where it was going.” He ran his fingers through his hair, dismayed. “I should have done something. Maybe he wouldn’t be dead. Maybe you wouldn’t be like this.”
“I… I haven’t changed.”
“Haven’t changed?” he snorted disbelievingly. “You’re a shell of a person. You live in Hoseok’s shadow, trapping yourself in there.” He took her by the shoulders and shook her. “Wake up.”
She lifted her head, dark orbs to his. It hurt him to see her like this. It hurt him to know it was partially his fault. Maybe he couldn’t stop her one day in the future. Maybe one day he would be too late and then he would turn into her. Pure apathy, navigating life but not caring for it.
Her head fell. They both knew they had made terrible choices. He exhaled and placed his forehead on top of her head, closing his eyes. Her hair smelled good, a gentle herbal scent.
“Please… I don’t want you to die,” he whispered. The emotion was seeping into his voice, anger dissipating into sadness. It was hurting him so much. He never told her because he didn’t want to burden her with his sorrows too. But he couldn’t stop it now. The walls he made to protect her were cracking, one by one.
“Seokjin…” The way she said his name was shattering his heart. So empty and miserable. “I want to see him.”
“I know,” he murmured, forcing his tears back. “I do too.”
There was a silence. Enough of a moment for Seokjin to collect himself and steady his emotions. He had to be strong. He had to support her.
“You didn’t really mean it, right?” she quietly asked. “When you said you loved me.”
“It wasn’t past tense, Moon.”
She pulled her head back and looked up at him, staring into his brown eyes. He had no lies to tell. He gazed back, smiling just a little.
“I thought I was obvious,” he teased gently. He wasn’t proud of being an absolute dick and taking advantage of her. He knew he was overtly flirtatious, but he also knew there were lines he couldn’t cross. He wasn’t going to try and pursue a relationship when he knew she didn’t want it. It didn’t make his feelings go away though. It didn’t matter who he fucked or who wanted him. The end result was always the same.
It was pathetic, he knew.
She bit her lip, frowning. “You could have forced me to be with you.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Contrary to your opinion of me, I wouldn’t do that to Hoseok or to you.”
“Yet… you kissed me at that time.”
His lips pursed. “I make mistakes too.” With a heavy sigh, he took a step back, smiling sadly at her. His hands left her shoulders, slowly, one by one. For the longest time, he had wanted her by his side, always. For the longest time, he had wanted her to stay with him, always. But this time, he felt defeated. This time, he didn’t feel like getting his way.
“It’s time for me to let you go,” he said, smiling at her, crushing his own heart with his own words, smashing it into tiny pieces and praying for them to never come back together. He gestured to the door and turned away from her. He couldn’t save her, no matter how hard he tried. The only thing he could do was stay away from her and keep the drugs out of her reach. He reached down and plucked the packet and the bottle from the floor. What started it all. Just some stupid white powder. He shoved it in his pocket, closing his eyes.
What was I thinking?
“We had fun, didn’t we?” he murmured, more to himself.
“Seokjin.”
Fingers suddenly grasped the sleeve of his dress shirt. Pull away. He bit his lip. He had to be strong. He had to pull away. But he hesitated all the same.
“Please don’t.”
The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Don’t what, my darling?”
She didn’t reprimand him this time. He felt her walk around him, standing in front of him. He couldn’t open his eyes. Don’t look. He knew he would fall apart if he looked.
“Don’t let go.”
She pressed her lips to his, softly. He felt his resolve crack. He opened his eyes, only a little. Her eyes were closed, brows furrowed as she feverishly kissed him. After his lack of reaction, she broke apart from him, looking up at him with questioning eyes.
“I have to.” To his surprise, his voice was weak, wavering. He had never been so scared in his entire life. “I’m a cold-hearted, greedy shit, remember?”
She frowned at her own words being repeated back to her. “I’m sorry I said that.”
His lips curved upwards ever so slightly. “You shouldn’t be. It’s true, after all.”
She chewed on her lower lip, looking down as she twisted her hands at her stomach. “But you still tried to help me. Even though I always refused it.”
Against his better judgement, he reached out and lifted her head with his fingers. He rubbed his thumb against her chin.
“I had to keep trying for my Moon.”
Her lips parted. She tried to kiss him again, but he turned his hand and pressed on her chest gently, preventing her.
“You don’t need to do that anymore to get what you want,” he said quietly. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, but he smiled anyway.
The eyes that looked at him – those dark, dark eyes – full of an emotion he didn’t understand. She was looking at him, deep into his exposed soul, seeing all of him.
“If what I want…” she whispered, lips brushing against his thumb. “If what I want is you, right now, would you say no?”
He should say no. He should refuse and walk away. But he knew his answer and he was sure that she had found him out already.
“I wouldn’t.”
If he could look into those eyes forever, he would. If he could freeze this moment forever, he would. But nothing was forever. He knew that and she knew that.
Her tongue slid out from between her lips and licked his thumb tentatively. He pulled his hand back swiftly, swallowing thickly.
“Don’t pretend for my sake,” he warned. “Don’t give me false hope.”
Maybe it was a joke. Maybe she didn’t really mean it. In the end, he was weak when it came to her. In the end, he gave in. He couldn’t refuse. When he was so drunk that he couldn’t see straight anymore, she was the reason he made himself throw it back up. When he was high as a kite, drifting into nothingness, the only thing he couldn’t forget was her. She was the one he dreamed of at night. When there was only darkness, she was the moonlight. She was the reason to keep going.
She reached out and wrapped her hands around his. “I want you, Seokjin. Show me how much you love me.”
He pulled her to him, making her stumble into him. He crashed his lips into hers, kissing her fully. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, pressing it against hers. It was messy and rough, almost as if they were back at that time. Back at those parties, drunkenly making out, not really knowing what was going on. He let go of her hands and wrapped them around her waist, lifting her up easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist and continued kissing him, sucking on his tongue the way he liked. He moaned into her mouth, walking them to the room. The room they had been in so many times before, but for different reasons. Her sucked on her lower lip, nipping on it softly. She pulled away, kissing his cheeks and jaw, tongue lacing around his earlobe. He shuddered, opening the door and feeling her suck on it softly. His hands held her tightly as he fell onto the black leather sofa with her on top of him.
“Here?” she mumbled, chuckling.
“Look, this is a big house and walking to a bedroom is going to take at least ten minutes,” he growled, squeezing her ass playfully.
“Next time, then,” she said, making his heart skip two beats.
She kissed down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. Her fingers fumbled with the small buttons of his dress shirt.
“For fuck’s sake, rip it open,” he complained.
She laughed a little. He was seriously going to have a heart attack from the arrhythmia she was giving him. “You’re too rich,” she commented, before she hooked her fingers between the folds and ripped the shirt open, causing buttons to fly everywhere and clatter to the floor.
“I’m horny; there’s a difference,” he retorted, yanking the shirt out of his pants himself.
She paused, eyes going down his toned chest. She could see his scars, some she knew, some she didn’t. Her fingers traced them, running down his skin, setting it afire. The shirt slid down his arms, and he lifted his arms out of it. It was useless now anyway.
She kissed his chest, her soft lips like a dream. Her tongue traced the contours of his muscle, hands pressed against his sides. As she kissed down, the hands slid up his broad back. He bit his lip and laid his head back. Down, down, kissing his belly button lightly, then down to the edge of his pants. She spread his legs, nuzzling his crotch. His erection strained against his clothes and she pressed her nose against it, breathing on it.
“Fucking shit…”
She came back up, a sly smile on her face. She straddled his lap, having to spread her legs even more to accommodate him. He could feel her inner thighs, the heat positioned right above his cock. She rolled her hips into him, pressing her heat against his stiffness.
He groaned, hands gripping the hem of her sweatshirt. He pulled it up and over her head, tossing it onto the marble table. Another second and he had unhooked the black bra. She shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Her nice round breasts, nipples sticking straight out at him. He cupped them in his hands and ran his tongue over them, flicking a nipple and earning a soft moan. He sucked on them greedily, lapping up their taste, intoxicated. She gripped his shoulders for balance, panting his name.
“Seokjin… ah…”
He pressed his thumbs against them, rubbing them roughly. “Are you my good girl?” he murmured, watching her come undone with his touch. “Are you all mine?” He pinched them and she gasped, grinding her hips into him.
“Yes, Seokjin,” she breathed, nails digging into his shoulders.
He smiled, slowly letting her go. “You have to take off your clothes then, so I can reward you,” he ordered, lightly pushing her off him. She hooked her fingers on the side of her shorts, but he stopped her, twirling his finger with a smirk.
“Turn around first.”
She gave him a look but he simply grinned. Turning around, she pulled the shorts and her underwear down together, exposing her ass and pussy as she bent down. His lips parted seeing her sex glisten with arousal. He hadn’t expected it, even now. She turned back around, frowning as she saw him with his pants still on.
“Too busy to take yours off too?’ she chided, reaching over to unzip his pants.
He smirked. “It’s a good view.”
She was about to yank his pants down but he stopped her, reaching into his other pocket to pull out his wallet. She raised an eyebrow. He took out the condom and placed it beside him before wiggling out of his underwear and pants.
“And here I thought you were going to pull out some money,” she pouted childishly.
He chuckled. “You can have my card any time you want, my love.”
He took her hand and cupped it around his cock, exhaling in satisfaction as she touched him. He had missed this, selfishly. They have never had sexual encounters with all of their clothes off. It was always a spur of the moment, an impulse they craved. She stroked him, but he kept his hand around hers, dictating the pace.
“I can go faster than this,” she said.
“Oh, I know,” he replied, sighing in bliss. “But I have more work to do, so I’m not trying to blow my load in five seconds.”
“What about me?” she asked, lifting her leg and tilting her hips towards him. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen, her dripping pussy facing him, wanting him.
He let her hand go, hesitantly. “Okay, okay. Get on top of me.”
He rolled the condom onto his cock as she climbed on top, positioning herself above him. Once he was finished, he held it in place as she sank down on him. Slowly. So hot, so wet, her muscles clenching around him, sucking him in. He clenched his teeth. He had only been inside her a few times. Only when Hoseok was really passed out and wouldn’t hear them. Because he couldn’t contain himself knowing his cock was filling her up, feeling her muscles tighten around him, pulsing. It felt so good. He reached up and placed his hand around her waist, positioning her so his cock was touching that spot she liked, making her moan and throw her head back as he thrust into it lightly.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he breathed. “You can take what I’m going to give you, can’t you?”
She knew what he meant. “Y-yes, Seokjin.”
Fuck, he loved it when she said his name so breathlessly like that. “Hold on, my darling.”
She looped her arms around his shoulders and he slammed his hips into her. She gasped at his forcefulness, but there was so time to collect herself as he thrust into her, bouncing her up and down on his cock, letting gravity sink her back down. She cried out, biting her lip hard as he pounded her, muffling them. He called her name, making her look down at him.
“Let me hear you,” he panted. “Scream my name.”
He thrust into her, hard, making her yelp and throw her head back.
“S-Seokjin,fuck!”
“Too rough?” he mocked, ramming into her while pulling her down on him.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Fuck, fuck, Seokjin, whatever you want,” she gasped, “You know you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Yeah?” He rolled his hips, hitting that sweet spot. She moaned his name, dragging it out as he continued. “Squeeze my cock with that delicious pussy of yours. Cum all over it.”
He felt her muscles contract around him and he had to chomp down on his tongue to avoid losing it right then and there. He had to make her orgasm multiple times first. He had to. He stopped, pulling her up so only the tip was inside her. She whined, trying to wiggle back down.
He reached between her legs and found her clit, rubbing it. She gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head as he pinched it, causing her walls to clench and liquid gush down his cock, coating it with wet stickiness.
“F-fuck, Seokjin!”
He grinned, letting her sink back down, but still rubbing her clit. She clung onto him, rocking her hips into his hand as he continued his assault on her clit. He ran his nail over it and she wailed, pussy gripping him tightly as waves of pleasure racked through her, clenching his cock in her warm vice.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered softly in her ear. He removed his hand and she shuddered, her swollen clit rubbing against him as he pressed his hips against hers.
“It’s going to be even better now,” he purred. He lifted her again and began a slow pace, dragging her clit against his skin each time he went down, earning a whine of pleasure each time.
“Seokjin, y-you’re crazy,” she panted, her body shaking in his hands.
“Crazy for your body,” he grinned, thrusting into her harder. She groaned, both at the response and his movements. Each time her body shuddered and he felt her become wetter, he increased his pace, harder, faster. Her pussy throbbed around him.
“M-more, Seokjin, fuck… fuck me up,” she pleaded, meeting his pace.
He couldn’t take much more. Her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing in his face, her completely fucked out expression and her pussy pulsating around him. So hot, so wet, so tight. He felt the familiar sensation tightening inside him. He thrust harder, giving it all he had. He breathed her name.
“Look at me.”
She did, pupils blown wide, devoured in pleasure that was all him, him fucking her senseless, him filling her up with his cock, him making her weak.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He came with a cry, slamming her down on his cock as it shot into the condom. His cock twitched inside her. He shut his eyes, moaning as he felt her pussy squeezing him, milking every last drop uselessly. Her head fell against his shoulder, her heavy breathing against his ear. He shivered. He was wet, sticky, and absolutely filthy. It was amazing.
“You have to get up, my love,” he whispered, exhausted.
He reached down and held the condom as she winced, pulling off of him. His cock slid out and smacked him in the thigh. He was surprised he was still semi-hard after all that.
She slid down next to him. She had never sat down next to him before, not in this room. His heart thudded in his chest and not from the afterglow.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
↳ Warning | mentions of body scars, involves smut, kissing (lots of kissing), emotional affection, sexual tension, foreplay, oral sex (f receiving), breast play, sex with protection.
It is a feeling that you had not expected to find when you thought about opening yourself to Seokjin tonight. It feels liberating to be able to share your past, especially with someone who understands, someone who knows what it feels like to live in the darkness while the entire world around you continues to turn and evolve as you remain standing still.
But you also have never expected to find his words alleviating the remnants of your pain, becoming the remedy that you have unknowingly been searching for in such a long time. If his presence had managed to fill your lonely days before to the point that the days you spent with him and his daughter simply gave you a new purpose in your daily life, you begin to feel it even more now, when you can finally feel your life slowly shifting into a new direction, with a new light at the end of this path you are taking with him.
our journey ends here… this is such a soft and tender story. everytime i read Dia’s story, i truly feel like im watching every scene with the characters, smeel things with them, feel every emotions that they feel, that’s how vivid Dia’s writing is to me. especially the emotions, they are always so raw. on the other hand the characters are amazing:
- OC understanding what Seokjin is going thru and giving him space to heal and move on at his own phase. putting her feelings aside and being the friend that he needs the most.
- Minnie by being so mature and paving the way of some sort for Seokjin to realize his feelings to OC. any other woman or character would have been vindictive and choose to cling, but Minnie chose to let go for both of their peace of mind.
- Soojin being so adorably cute and just like any innocent kid has chosen who she loves at the very start.
- Minhyun for taking the steps to make sure her sister gets the chance at love that she deserves.
- Seokjin for not hesitating a bit once he realizes what he feels for OC.
for me this is a story of hope and bravery. hope, that at the end of hurting and recovery there could be a another chnace only if you are brave enough. thank you, Dia! this means alot to me. and yes, me too is looking forward to an epilogue. i will reach out to you again coz im pretty sure somewhere in your dungeon there is already an outline for an epilogue.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13,+18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.
➥Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt (coming soon!)
➥ Author’s Note | Originally commissioned by @rm4lyf ; I have decided to release this one as a drabble series to present the timeline more appropriately and make the storyline work. Chapters will be posted weekly.
➥ Music Companion (link to playlist)|The LOFT- Glass Walls //Katie - Thinking Bout You // JERO - With you // Code Kunst - O (feat. Lee Hi) // Dxvn. - Drowning // Ja¥en x District - dying ember // Angelicca - Your Only One // GATS & Oh Genius - Lost In You // Adrian Daniel - Nobody
i can’t believe there’s only one more chapter and we’re done. it has been a roller coaster ride of emotion with this fic. brilliantly written! a story of grief, recovery, moving on, and finding new love eventually. Seokjin with a little girl is adorable!
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | involves grief, graphic depiction of tragedy/trauma, graphic depiction of a car accident scene, character death
Looking back, you would sometimes compare your life to the stories that you have read from those romance novels that you have loved so much when you were younger.
You were sixteen when you began to harbour a crush on your brother’s best friend. Both of them had been inseparable since junior high, especially after they both entered the basketball team together, and Aron had always spent a lot of time at your house to allow you to ogle at him at every chance you got.
At first, you had known that it would be impossible for him to reciprocate the feeling that you had for him, and yet you did nothing to stop it when the feeling had developed at some point when you kept on seeing him around. Still, you didn’t think much of it when Aron started spending more time at your house, sometimes stealing his chances to slip away from your brother to be able to see you even if all he did was to tease and joke around with you like an older brother would.
finally finally finally… a look into OC’s past, what a tragedy indeed! No wonder she doesn’t drive and his brother pick her up and drop her off. This just shows that each person has its own healing, healing is not timebound. Each person has their own way of coping up and healing and moving on. For Seokjin its a year, but for OC, no. Up until now she has not opened herself up. Or maybe, it takes the right person? For OC it took Seokjin’s arrival to finally let herself move on and feel something again, while Seokjin it was shorter coz OC was there on the very 1st day.
We are nearing the end, and i wanted so much for them to have their happiness - together or otherwise. They both deserve it.
I can never thank you enough, Dia! this is such an amazing story. I don’t know what you do in your dungeon, but this surpass everything i could ever want or expected. Thank you for not cutting corners. I always tease you about splitting story and about exceeding the word count you yourself has set, but it only shows how dedicated you are to a story.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | mentions of grief, implied/mention of character’s death
↳ Word count | 5,5k words
↳ Author’s Note | A longer chapter with this one (I’m sorry T^T) and another case of splitting a chapter into two to make things work. Roughly edited, so I might return to fix stuff once the story’s completed. I hope you’ll enjoy this one!
You can no longer remember the last time you found yourself in a moment like this. Surrounded by nothing else but warmth that you just want to embrace it forever and curl inside it to hide away from the painful world and never let go.
You had no idea what to expect when you came back from the back kitchen to find your older brother sitting in Seokjin’s booth. Never once had you ever imagined seeing both men sitting together and having a conversation the way they did, but watching it happening right in front of your eyes felt as if you were witnessing both of your worlds colliding together.
And surprisingly, you didn’t find anything wrong with it at all.
finally! thank goodness for Minhyun! i’ve said it before, i will not fault Seokjin for being blind. he just lost his wife and taking care of theor daughter as well. its too much to be honest.
but, finally! we’re going on a dinner! i am so excited for the next chapters.
and hello??? has anyone noticed how Dia split sweet melody into 2? i am not surprise anymore, really. thank you Dia, its just a testament of how much you work hard for every story you put out.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
It takes another two weeks before Minnie joins Seokjin and his daughter as they return to the cafe. This time, it had been Minnie who requested to go before Seokjin even had the chance to arrange for a special visit where they could all come together.
The moment Minnie suggested for them to go after working hours that day, he could already tell that there was something going on. That something wasn’t quite right.
As a matter of fact, he had noticed a lot of changes happening with his girlfriend for quite some time. Especially since she hasn’t been joining them on their hot chocolate and cinnamon bread dates after what had happened on their last visit to your cafe together.
yesssssss!!! finally!!! we’re almost finish (if Dia behaves & does not spend any time at her dungeon we only have 2 chapters, but knowing Dia she might end up having 1-2 extra chapters more, lol). honestly, i super love the development, Seokin finally realizing things and its ok that he took his time really. i admire Minnie, she wasn’t vindictive or angry at all. it takes so much maturity to read the situation for what it is and to let go peacefully. waiting for this fic was so worth it!
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay on the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart into pieces.
Seokjin cannot shake the feeling that he may have gone over his head.
As a father, the only thing that Seokjin has ever wanted was to provide a good life for his daughter. All he ever wanted was to be able to do the best that he could to make sure that his little girl would continue to enjoy her childhood, especially for a child who had been much too young to understand grief the way adults could.
He has kept his chin up and stayed strong for the sake of keeping Soojin happy and teaching her how to be strong, hiding his own wounds while making sure that life will continue the way it should for her to grow up like any other children her age.
He has followed all the steps he had learned as a newly single father, took in everyone’s suggestions and did everything to the T. For everything that he has done, for every choice that he has made, he always made sure that Soojin would always come first.
The first decision that he has ever made for his own benefit was to start a relationship with a younger woman like Minnie.
its not surprising that it took a long time for Seokjin to come to these realizations. He lost his wife and he was grieving, he is not in a good space. Friends have good intentions most of the time, but i think going out on a date when he is not ready muddle his mind a bit, much less start a new relationship. On the other hand, our reader has 3 years to recover, yet she is not done yet. I dont think one can ever fully move on from any kind of loss. But, she is in a much better headspace and i admire her so much for not taking advantage of Seokjin’s situation, you know. I thought she was too late in letting her feelings known but now i realize that she ubderstand what Seokjin is going through coz shes been there before and she knows that he is not ready.
Whenever i read a series of mini series i always get scared coz as much as i want a happy ending i know that an author can go the way of realism, and sometimes that means the main character not getting together. I think that this is one of those story i wont mind if they end up just friends. For me a happy ending for them both is not to hurt that much over their loss, recover from their loss and find their happy ending, with or without each other. Dies that make sense?
Thanks Dia, this story is so much more than i expected. The prompt is something really close to my heart. Though a different loss, its still a loss. Thanks for breathing life into the prompt.
➬ Summary | Ever since the day he walked through the front door of your cafe hand in hand with his sweet daughter on one gloomy afternoon in the middle of winter, he had captured your heart without him even knowing it. All the time, you had chosen to stay in the sidelines, watching him mend his broken heart in silence while he teaches his own daughter that it was okay to be a kid despite the pain that they shared. You know you shouldn’t be so infatuated with him or to let this feeling go any deeper. Because nothing could prepare you when you are forced to watch him move on, completely unaware that he is about to be breaking your heart in pieces.
↳ Ratings | PG-13
↳ Warning | involves grief, mentions of characters death and traumatic events, emotional battles, slow burn.
Nari’s cheerful voice continues to fill the whole cafe for almost the entire afternoon. Even the whole vibe within the shop feels heavenly today. Inside, the atmosphere feels so light and warm despite the intense cold weather going on outside. You are pleased to find your co-workers showing their smiles constantly as they tend to the customers, and there doesn’t seem to be a sight of unhappy patron sitting in your cafe everywhere you look.
If only you could share all the excitement instead of feeling like you are in a constant slump. It is something that you call as your ‘holiday mood’, where you find yourself constantly in a somber mood which doesn’t fade so easily even as the holiday season comes and goes.
It had been this way last year, and the year before, and you still have no idea just how much longer this feeling would last. Even the calming scent of baked goods and sweets that have brought all these people together to your cafe does nothing to you when it would have been your remedy against your sorrow. Today, however, they are not doing you any good, except for the fact that they simply make you feel like there is a part of you that is missing and the things that you normally treasure could no longer help elevate your mood.
PREFACE | A Collection of short stories that are created and built surrounding the universe within the Blood Moon Rising series. The collection will include side stories, prequels, and epilogues for the supported series.
Author’s note | Stories will not be published in chronological order.
⇢Summary | As beings from ancient times, the Vampire Clan has undergone numerous changes to thrive in the Modern Age after surviving the Ancient Blood War. As a part of the traveller family in his clan, Jimin has parted ways from the coven until the day his Lords warned him of the lurking danger from inside the clan. And all so suddenly, he was pulled out of his solitary, only to have given the responsibility he had never wished to have, along with the threats that come as a part of the deal.
Born as youngest yet having lost so much, you have given your family your loyalty, your protection, and had been given their love and support that had become the only thing that keeps you going. But what happens when the only people you have put your trust in only repay you with betrayal?
⇢Summary | Once the Blood War ends, trust becomes rare between species. Caught between two different species for having been born from an unusual union of a Werewolf and an ancient creature that had been brought up as weapons during the War, Taehyung has been pushed away from one family only to be frowned upon within a pack that supposed to provide him home. What happens when his mate, who he had been hoping for to be his saviour, turns out to be an entirely different species? Someone who cannot even believe that Werewolves are real.
⇢Summary | Winter always comes with surprises. Sometimes it brings you the joy in the form of solitude, other times it comes with a snowstorm that buries your lodge in a thick snow mountain that has you trapped until Springtime. You had believed that you were prepared for anything come winter. The only thing you were not prepared of was to find a bear being sent to your doorsteps. Asleep.
⇢Genre | Shifters!au, Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Jungkook, Fox Shifter!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst
⇢Summary | It is hard enough for Jungkook to continuously witness his peers finding their mates when he had been waiting for years to have his own. It is even harder when his eyes fall to someone who he may not even be allowed to pay attention to, much less to choose the person as a mate.
⇢Summary | Alphas are stronger with a mate. Losing his Destined was already hard enough, he has to go through another trial when he loses his Chosen, and has been leading his pack of misfits all on his own since. Until betrayals led to distrust, enemies become allies, and hate becomes love.
⇢Summary | He is a protector. And for his duty, he had nearly given up the thought of searching a mate to protect his land and his people from the threats being thrown at them from every nook and every corner. But then his mate comes along, side by side with the threat that has arrived to take his life. The Moon Goddess must have had a terrible sense of humour.
➬ To Trap A Wolf
⇢Character | Jungkook x Yoongi
⇢Genre | Shifters!au, Werewolf!au, Werewolf!Jungkook, Fox Shifter!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst
⇢Summary | It took him a long time, but Jungkook finally returns from his journey. The only thing he did not expect was to find Yoongi there waiting for him. And the fox is not alone.
⇢Fic teasers ⇢Inspiration board & Characters: Shifters Series ⇢The Dragon King: Blood Moon Rising side story - excerpt & moodboard
➬Music Companion
Replay-Rendezvous At Two | Floating - RZLZ |Want U Back-Sorrow|Everything-MRKRYL|Wait - n u a g e s |Used To - Kodamilo |Fever - UNDERHER |Circle - EVRDO |Let Me Know - Svn The Singer | Beautiful Chaos - Ja¥en x District | To The Ends - Aaryan Shah |
Blood Moon Rising has been updated, omg! stg this series is so good, they are interconnected. you can’t skip a line, coz you might miss an important part that links to the other stories. you know how you read and you get excited that sometimes you actually read a sentence or paragraph but you don’t remember reading it? i have read The Half Lycan and Of Bears & Bonds numerous times and have found that i did missed some things!
there are more stories in this series and there’s a long way to go, so im looking forward to this.
i have once asked Dia if she had any plan of makin a timeline, and she said yes!!! i can’t wait for that!
After going through the inbox and organizing all our requests by member, I can tell you that y’all are some thirsty people!! XD You’re definitely the most thirsty for Suga who by far had the most requests, and least so for poor Jin. Overall there’s SIX PAGES of requests, not including ships!! Hopefully I’ll get started on that huge list soon!
⤑word count:1k ⤑pairing: jin x fem!reader ⤑genre:non-idol!au, friends to lovers, smut ⤑warnings:smut (cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex); use protection! ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑masterlist‖seriesmasterlist‖updates‖read on AO3
WARNINGS. NO BECAUSE I LOVE THIS JK SO MUCH . established relationship. neck biting. groping (consensual ofc). dirty talk. body shaming. negative flashbacks. yns EX friend is a bitch we absolutely HATE her. short smut scenes. jk worshipping your literal existence. body worship. praise. jungkook is in LOVE. as he should thoo.
♫ best i ever had, drake. ❝ baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted. we could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it. ❞
Jungkook’s touches were so soft. So soft you almost barely even felt them. Keyword:almost. His smooth fingertips ran along your silky skin, while the tip of his pink tongue ran across the nape of your neck. Jungkook had one thing on his mind; which was pleasuring you in the best ways possible. “Baby,” Jungkook whispered in lust onto your skin. His veined hand made its way to your clothed breast, giving it a soft squeeze. He clutched at your tit one last time, before bringing his hand under your thin top, attacking your hardened nipple with his thumb, once reaching his awaited destination. “Love you,” Kiss. “So fuckin,” Your flesh was then in between his pearly white teeth, “Much.”
Tags/Warnings: Discussions of alienation and religion, bad religious puns, kissing, fingering, cunnilingus
Wordcount: 5k
a/n: A sequel to the Tied & Truepairing. This is a commissioned piece. Although I am not religious, I consulted several sources, friends, and the commissioner about the holiday and culture as I wrote this piece. I hope you learn something about Hanukkah or cherish this story as I did.
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South Korea is beautiful in the winter. The trees shudder with colorful leaves in between sturdy firs. The water looks gray but somehow gives off the crisp smell of the sea. Everyone is layered in fun patterns and colors, and you enjoy not sweating during your morning and evening commutes anymore.
“Merry Christmas!” A shop attendant shouts as you walk by on your way home from work. Well, not everything can be beautiful. You don’t bother smiling today. It’s not uncommon for some brave shop attendants to see the white girl walking through the street and shout out the English phrases they know. “Hello, how are you!” “Want to buy something?” “Happy New Year!” and “Merry Christmas!” They think, oh, you’re white, you must celebrate Christmas. Another overarching stereotype that cuts a bit deeper than being a cowboy or driving large trucks and owning a gun. Someday, you’ll turn around and shout “Happy Hanukkah!” Back just to see what happens. But today was a rough day, and you are desperately homesick as you always tend to be this time of year.
You miss the little things. You miss noticing a cashier’s Star of David necklace, both of your eyes lingering a second longer as she hands the bag over and you say “Happy Hanukkah.” You miss your neighbors as a kid who had a massive, cut-out manora they kept lit through the 12 days of Christmas out of spite. You even miss department stores’ feeble attempts to advertise Hanukkah on Christmas Eve, long past the actual day of celebration.
It’s okay, you remind yourself as you bundle your scarf a little higher and pull your hood a tad lower. Just get home and celebrate with Jin.
Last year, your relationship with Jin was still fresh. There were many intricacies of dating abroad, and understanding the more detailed parts of each other’s cultures tended to come after the honeymoon phase. Even in the United States, there was an odd kind of culture barrier when you dated an atheist or someone raised Christian. You weren’t just American. You were an American and Jewish. When your coworkers asked what Christmas was like back home, you forced a grimace and explained you didn’t celebrate it. The only other option, in their minds, is that you must be atheist. It was hard enough trying to find a space back home. Here in South Korea, the only synagogue is in Seoul. And that’s a ways away from your post. You’d hoped to make it over a weekend or get a days off, but work at the international office had doubled up due to holiday movements. Another reason Christmas sucked.
The familiar stench of frying oil clings to your clothes as soon as the door opens. You’re concerned at first with the light scent of burning, but something else tugs in your throat. A lump builds as you glance inside, the kitchen straight ahead in your small apartment, to see your boyfriend surrounded by potato peels, a strainer, standing over a frying pan. He’s dawned in blue, as he declared to do for the next four days, and he has white and blue party plates set out on the small coffee table.
At the sound of your keypad and clank of the door, Jin practically launches the cooking chopsticks in your direction. The aggravated fear in his eyebrows quickly dissipates when he sees you. With a smile wide enough to crease his eyes, he waves at the mess before him. “Kag Sah-mach!”
You take a deep sigh as you lean against the doorframe, watching him work. This mispronunciation is endearing. It shows that he is learning something unfamiliar to be closer to you.
“Apple sauce or sour cream?” You ask, flexing your toes after the days in heels. Even sitting at your desk all day, your toes are still cramped.
A spoon smacks on the counter. Jin’s hands are firmly on his hip, eyes wide. “Applesauce? With scallions?” He scoffs. “Look, I understand cultural differences, but this is an abomination. An insult. I won’t.”
You laugh, shoulders shaking as you make your way to the counter. You lean over, bopping Jin on his nose. “You truly are the love of my life.”
Jin pauses in his tirade, plump lips bouncing a few times before he tucks away a smile. “That better mean no applesauce.”
You nod affirmatively before heading back into your room to change out of the stiff business clothes and into something more comfortable. You throw on your favorite cardigan since the kitchen is sucking up the heat.
As you walk back out, the muffled sound of crooning weaves in and out of the popping and hissing pan and Jin’s fiddling.
“Is that…” you pause in the middle of sitting. You aren’t sure how to finish the sentence. “Who is this?”
Jin leans over his shoulder at where the iPhone sits in the speaker. “Ed-Eddie Fisher? Do you like him?”
You walk around to Jin’s side in the kitchen. The chill evaporates from the heat of the stove and the light smoke in the air. You give Jin a quick kiss on his cheek and wrap one arm around his waist as he tosses the latkes with his cooking chopsticks. “I have no idea who that is.”
“But he’s Jewish!” Jin argues, pouting down at a latke breaking on the next flip.
You snort. “We don’t have a club.”
Though, a small part of your heart twinges. Even a gimmicky cultural club would be nice this time of year.
Jin shrugs, his already heated cheeks reddening as he mumbles, “Well, it’s a playlist of Jewish musicians, and I thought you’d like it.”
A smile cracks over your face against your better judgement, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to cook. You nuzzle into the soft blue fabric of his sweater, inhaling the scent of him that still clings beneath the burnt oil scent. “I love you.”
“I’ve got a latke love to give,” Jin starts giggling before he even finishes the line.
You turn away to hide your own smile and shake your head. “Alright, Casanova. Finish these up and we’ll get the show on the road.”
Jin gingerly places his latkes in a baking dish and dolls sour cream into a bowl for the fridge. After dutifully patting his hands dry, he turns to you ready to go.
The menorah sits on your windowsill in the kitchen space, the only place in the small apartment that it could safely remain for eight days without being toppled over or moved out of the way. The street and smaller apartments beyond were lit up with various levels of warmth that shone like low-level stars when you turned off the kitchen lights to begin. It reminds you of the sacrifices you must make to practice in a foreign country. As you approached, you admired the four candles sitting astutely with the shamash raised higher from behind, sat atop a small inscription of a menorah into the stand. Jin liked it because he felt it was two menorahs in one, so you could use it together.
Jin takes his place propped on the chair next to the window, hands tucked between his thighs as he watches you intently. You light the shamash, gently pulling it from the stem and and hold it over the first candle.
With a slight squint, you assess Jin playfully. “Do you have your notes?”
Jin shoulders draw up in remembrance before he’s ruffling in his back pocket. He unfolds the paper, and the candle light bleeds through to show the phonetic notes you’d written for the prayers when he’d asked last week. He clears his throat playfully, but you can see the slight blush of embarrassment. You want to lean over and kiss his cheek in encouragement, praise him for how hard he’s trying when he didn’t have to.
Alas, there is burning beeswax in your hand. You give him a small nod before you begin softly under your breath. “Bah-rookh ah-tah ah-doh-noi eh-loh-hay-noo meh-lekh hah-oh-lahm ah-sher ki-deh-shah-noo beh-mitz-voh-tahv veh-tzee-vah-noo leh-hahd-lik nayr kha-noo-kah.”
Jin stumbles a bit, humming at times. His eyes never leave his paper, his finger coming up to try and follow along. You smile fondly, trying your best to stay focused. You light the first candle, moving onto the second as you begin again, “Bah-rookh ah-tah ah-doh-noi eh-loh-hay-noo meh-lekh hah-oh-lahm sheh-ah-sah nee-sim lah-ah-voh-tay-noo bah-yah-mim hah-haym biz-mahn hah-zeh.”
When the four candles are lit, you place the shamash back in its stand. Jin scoots over on the couch, patting the space next to him. He saw online that you wait 30 minutes for the candles to burn, and he is determined you must both stare them down until the time is over. The latkes sit in a warmed oven, the smell filling the apartment still and leaving you hungry.
As you watch the candles dwindle, you think back to your ponderings earlier today. Leaving work with the Christmas tree in the lobby, walking by the large Santa display in the open air mall, and the twinkling lights that, while white, somehow had the air of christmas and capitalism shining bright.
Jin isn’t religious, and you knew that. It wasn’t a new phenomena that you hadn’t experienced back home. His surprise when you said you didn’t celebrate Christmas wasn’t new either. Stereotypes tend to be about accents, attitudes, and tropes, but the lasting impression of the United States as “one nation under God” always meant one type of God to those outside of christonormativity. The awkward “oops” from your American co-workers when you respond “happy holidays” when they say “Merry Christmas” followed you here. Sometimes, you feel like a foreigner in your own country. Now, it feels doubled up during the holidays. It’s still hard, though. You wonder if things being hard for you make them hard for Jin.
Jin’s deep breath draws you from your thoughts, but then he lets it out. His tell-tale sign of holding his tongue. You nudge his shoulder, and he grunts. You nudge again. “What? What is it.”
He straightens his posture, lips starting to plump into a pout. “It’s not appropriate.”
You nudge harder, and he topples into the armrest. You mean it playfully, but after your self-conscious thinking, you feel worried. “Now you have to tell me.”
Jin pauses a moment, thumb brushing over the back of your hand before he practically whines. “It’s just really sexy. When you light the menorah.”
Your snicker turns into a snort. “What?”
“I don’t know,” Jin shrugs again, wanting to look down but trying to watch the candles. “Your voice is all soft, the words sound so pretty, and you look like a professional.”
You laugh, grip tightening around his. “A pro?”
“Yes, a professional menorah-er and I want more of her,” Jin asserts.
At such a bad pun, you turn your gaze from the flickering light to stare blankly at him.
Jin, however, misinterprets your look. He wipes a hand over his face, ears impossibly red. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t appropriate, was it? I shouldn’t make jokes about your beliefs. I just… I don’t know what to do when I don’t know what’s going on? You know me.”
Taking his pink cheeks between your own hands, you turn to face him. Eyes downcast, Jin avoids your gaze. You follow, prodding with a gentle, “Hey.” When he doesn’t look up, you huff a warning.
“Baby, look at me,” it does the trick. You soften your gaze, tugging him a tad closer. “You have done so much. You are doing so well. I would never have expected to find someone who cared this deeply for every part of me here, much less buy Hebrew vocabulary books. To know that you want to learn and be a part of this with me is more than enough.”
Jin chuckles self-consciously and places his hands over yours. Broad as he is, he looks so small like this. “You sure?”
You nod. “Want to light the candles together with me tomorrow?”
Jin’s eyes widened. “Is that allowed?”
You cock your head.
“I’m not,” Jin steals a glance to the menorah like it could hear, “Jewish.”
“I think it’ll be okay,” you whisper back. With a small tug, you bring him close enough to rub noses. You thread your fingers through his. Technically, it would be pointless for Jin to light the candles. It would null the occasion for you as well. But if you held hands, if you guided him through it, things would be fine. “You’re not Jewish, but if we hold hands together, like this, I think it will be perfect.”
Jin wriggles his fingers in between yours, a pleased smile alighting his face again.
“And I love your terrible jokes,” you add.
“Wow, terrible, okay then,” Jin tries to appear affronted despite the smile hiding in the curve of his lips. He drops your hands, patting them on his thigh. “We have candles to watch.”
Jin watches with his face awashed in candle light. His wide eyes appear childlike in the warm glow, and it reminds you of being home, children gathered around and eager to hear the same stories, to see this rare and special occasion.
“Do you remember the YouTube video about the candles?”
Jin nods, shuffling his hands between yours. You try to stay focused on your task and not your adorable boyfriend.
“Why did I light these candles?”
“Because the temple was out of oil.”
You nod, resting your head on his shoulder now. “Do you want to hear about a time when I wasn’t a professional?
“You mean you weren’t always perfect?” Jin asks in mock surprise.
With a roll of your eyes, you begin, “Did I ever tell you I almost lit my childhood home on fire?”
When Jin barks a laugh, you continue.
You gesture before you both as you animate the story. “My father finally let me light the candles myself. Which, honestly, this next part is on him. You see, the menorah should be near the front door, and we had this beautiful entry rug. I was excited to be given the duty of lighting our family’s menorah, so I was a bit jittery. And we had this dog-”
“Oh no.”
“Who was a really rambunctious little puppy. And he loved me.”
“Who wouldn’t.”
“And so I went to light the shamash, picked it up, and here comes Brownie whirling around the corner with the zoomies. I scream, drop the candle as I jump out of the way, and burn a massive hole in the carpet. My father didn’t even let me light my own menorah for the next two years.”
Jin glances down at the floor. “Is that why you moved the runner away from the windowsill?”
You roll your lips, caught by your own story. “It needed cleaning.”
Jin glances at the bare floor, the candles, and back to you a few times. “Right.”
“Nevermind, let’s just watch in silence,” you end quickly.
The minutes pass as you sit there wrapped up in each other, Jin occasionally referencing new cylindrical objects that the candles remind him of. Finally, they start to burn out.
“Is it done?” Jin asks after 30 minutes on the dot. “It’s done I think.”
“I don’t know, you sure?” You ask.
“You better eat a latke before I shove it in your face,” Jin starts, trotting over to the oven to check on his goods. You stretch, heading over to the coffee table and taking a seat with crossed legs.
“Make sure you put some sour cream on it first. I need the full impact,” you sass back. Jin barks a laugh, shaking his head as he gets the sour cream bowl from the fridge. He walks over, bowl in one hand and platter in the other, a beaming smile on his face. When he’d found the recipe, he was relieved. It was similar to Pa Jun, so he confidently whipped it up the first night. Still, he manages to make a mess each time somehow.
He sets both the items before you, hand waving over the dish as he asks, “Could I offer you a latke, my dear?”
You giggle and nod, leaning forward with your mouth open. Jin obliges, and your eyes roll back at the delicious, savory taste. “Mmm.”
“Stop that,” Jin says immediately, shoving another piece into your mouth.
You smile through your chewing. When you first met Jin, you’d commented on how he made eating food sound like an erotic exprience. He’d been afronted, but when you started copying him, he’d unfortunately been turned on by it. “MMMM.”
Jin aims a spoon of sour cream at your face, but you take his wrist before he can smear it over your nose (as he did yesterday). Catching his gaze, you trace the side of the spoon with your tongue, flicking off the end before you lean back in your seat to finish your bite.
“This is sacrilege,” Jin draws the spoon close protectively. “Of my cooking and Hanukkah.”
“It’s your own fault,” you shrug, taking another piece. It crunches between your teeth before meshing with the soft potato center. “Your cooking is soooo good.”
“I know that without you moaning over the table,” Jin jabs, but his voice fades a bit at the end.
“Don’t you want to make me moan over this table?” You ask with a quirk of your eyebrow, palm smoothing over the dark wood finish.
“When you said you couldn’t work after the candles were lit, I didn’t know it meant I had to do all the work,” Jin quips back as he rubs at his neck. He stares longingly at the dishes he’ll wash, but you know he’s referring to his own amendment– he’d be doing all the work with you, too. Moving the latkes aside as he leans over the table towards you, he gives your nose a greasy kiss before carrying the dishes away.
You watch him go, a slim waist silhouetted through the thin blue sweater. He turns the music back on once the dishes are in the sink, then turns to you with bright eyes. “I know this one.”
You listen for a second, recognizing the crooner. “Elvis is not Jewish.”
“According to my Spotify playlist, he indeed is,” Jin corrects, swaying his hips as he makes his way toward you. He winks with an extended hand, “C’mon, let me spin you like a dreidl.”
“That is your worst joke yet.” You’re pulled to your feet, arm fitting around Jin as you take his other hand. With another blush, Jin places his free hand on your shoulder and lets you lead the slow two step in the tiny space of the living room.
It’s silly. Swaying in the small space of a Busan apartment to Elvis while celebrating Hanukkah. It’s not where you ever thought you’d see yourself. But as you rest your forehead against Jin’s, there’s nowhere else you want to be at this moment. He hums quietly, only speaking to sing “falling in love with you.” Your smile starts to ache, nose tracing his and brushing his lips on the occasional you.
It’s tempting and teasing, all light fun. When you go to finally press your lips to his, he raises your joined hands high to send you into a spin. You giggle, throwing your arm out in a show of theater before spinning back in. Your fingers twist and twine as your cardigan billows out around you. This time, you’re to his back, his other hand clasping yours and wrapping them around you.
“I love this,” you murmur. Jin’s lips find your neck, nuzzling there as the song plays out to its end, arms holding you tighter. Your swaying slows a bit, Jin’s resting lips starting to move, tracing the slope of your neck.
“HEY BABY!”
You both startle as the playlist finally moves from jazzy tunes into the 80s. A synth beat bumps through the room.
“Baby! Pick your head up!”
“You have got to be kidding me,” you groan. Paula Abdul’s voice floods the space, destroying the warm ambience. Jin, on the other hand, has started shaking his hips, hands trying to move you to the beat.
“You’re forever my girl,” Jin chimes in. He’s got your hand and trying to make you do the disco move. “I like this one.”
“Of course you do,” you spin in his arms, placing your hands on his shoulder as you both rock more to the beat. Jin pushes you back for a second, doing his only quick jig before bringing you back in. “What is this, a dance off?”
“If that’s what you want,” Jin smiles. His cheeks are bunched, eyes creased and twinkling from the lamp. Instinctively, your hands trace from his shoulders to his collarbones, down his middle. Jin swallows, the touch of your fingers ghosting under the hem of his sweater.
“I want your clothes off,” you sing to the beat. Jin obeys, shaking his hips and shoulders as he raises his hands. His skin is smooth as your hands replace the fabric, tracing over all that is yours. He quickly does the same, tracing down your arms to drag the cardigan from your shoulders, and–
The music stops.
“Really?” Jin asks, mid-hip pop. He points at the iphone as though its in control of the selection. “That’s what it’s going to end on?”
“Doesn’t mean we have to end,” you remind Jin with a finger on his chin, turning his attention to you. You tuck your chin at your half-undressed body. “Where were you?”
It feels different. The evening had been an array of emotions. The uncomfortability of the walk home, the familiarity of smells cooked by someone new, stressing by the candlelight and dancing in the living room. And now, in the silence and warmth of the apartment, Jin takes you in. Lounge shorts, tanktop, bare feet covered by a crumpled cardigan, breath probably smelling of scallions.
And when he moves towards you, there’s so much intention. There’s a practice in the way he kisses the straps before rolling them down your shoulder. In how he moves to your neck, planting light kisses there until his own eager hands cause him to move, pulling the top over your head. When you bring your arms down, they land on his bare shoulders again but travel upwards, tracing his blushing ears and carding through his thick, black hair.
You take a deep breath of him and tug at the roots and he moves closer, bodies pressed together as he fumbles to pull down the shorts. And to your surprise, he does in fact lower you onto the coffee table. You shudder at the cold top against your ass, but Jin stays close, kneeling between your thighs. His hands trace your spine as he watches your expression, searching for something.
“What is it?” He asks.
“What?” you whisper, blinking a few times.
You feel it. The stinging of tears. Jin gently wipes the back of his finger under each eye. You didn’t know you were crying. You can’t think of much to say other than, “Oh.”
Jin blinks slowly, gently rubbing circles. Suddenly, the sounds of the room are too loud. The rustle of his pants, the breathing threatening to transition into sobs. The small sniff you give.
“Is it hard?” He asks just as softly as before.
The question shocks you. It’s oddly intuitive and raw. Not masked in a joke or a passive chance to leave the topic be. Something inside of you pours out with yes. Yes, it is hard. It always has been in a sense. And it only will continue to be. But some things this time, they feel easier. Happier. Homier. With him.
You just nod, scared more tears will come out. Scared of what you’ll say. Scared in the happiest way that he knew. That he asked. He grips your waist to pull you closer, deep black eyes gazing up at you so close that you can tell when he flicks between your watering eyes.
“What do you need from me?” Jin asks after a moment.
“I–” you don’t need anything more from him, you realize. Your grip tightens intuitively. “This. I just need this.”
Jin nods, wiping a falling tear again. His own voice is a bit croaky, moved by your hurt, probably troubled that he can’t prevent it. “I’ll give you anything. I want to give you anything. If it’s this, that’s not so hard.”
You smile as a small hiccup breaks through your throat. Jin swallows it down, pressing his lips to yours, lingering between each press as he starts to lean forward, laying you across the table. There’s a different heat in his touch. Not a fervent desperateness that you are used to feeling when he’s hard and needy beneath you. It’s a need and desire to give you what you need, to be hesitant in order to find the best way to serve you. And it makes your heart tighten beyond the sadness.
“I love you,” you finally whisper. Jin smiles, pressing a kiss to your lower jaw. He moves down, hands tracing over your waist, your thighs, kissing down the length of your body with hot, open-mouthed kisses. His lips cling to your skin, breaking only to move elsewhere. HIs hands start to grab, kneading your flesh, feeling you there, present. The sensations pull you into the moment, into him.
It’s a quiet love. Each night, in Jin’s declaration of keeping you from working, he’d pleasured you. The first had been demanding on your part, playing your role. The next had been giggly, similar to moments earlier. But this felt different. Jin fused appreciation and adoration into each of his touches. And when his fingers finally found your mound, cupping gently as he nipped at your thighs to open wider, you already found yourself soaking wet. There’s a power in claiming someone, but for that person to show they belong to you and treasure you just as much is overwhelming.
Jin’s fingers slide into you, the knuckles pushing in easily. You gasp, reaching for his hair to feel him. He moans at the sensation of you clenching, fingers already curling. His hot breath puffs teasingly over your clit as he rocks his fingers a bit, in gentle waves that match the heavy breaths you share.
Then, as sweetly as he’d kissed you, he places a kiss over your folds. It deepens, mouthing closer, tongue darting out to tease you too gently. It has your own mouth opening, moaning, practically able to envision the movements from the memory of his kisses on your lips. He deepens the thrusts, tongue now firmly pressed through your folds, working slowly as he sucks in. He’s drawing it out, wanting to taste you, to feel the way you clench in need of more. It’s unruly of him to not listen to your body, but you realize maybe he’s listening to other needs. The need to be wanted, cherished, to feel seen. And as you lift your head, you see he is watching. He watches the tension in your stomach, the rise of your breasts, the way you curl your lips in at the agitation for more. But he doesn’t quicken, doesn’t slow, just continues to be there in the moment of your pleasure.
It overtakes you, the communication through his movements, and you find your back arching off the table, jaw locked as you whine through the first crash of your orgasm. Jin moans in return, lapping gently as his fingers continue to rock and curl deeper inside of you. As the grip in his hair loosens, he works harder, tongue batting over your clit, fingers faster, pulling another orgasm from you within minutes. At this, you curl upward, leaning over him, legs shaking as you can’t decide whether to pull him away or draw him in. He traces his wet lips over you, kissing your thighs, the curve of your groin, to your stomach, fingers gently pushing as you catch your breath over him.
When he finally makes his way over your sides to your breasts, you take his lips, fingers tight in his hair to guide him, drinking down his own moans at the sudden pain. You nip at his swollen lips, lick the taste of yourself off his tongue, and inhale the hot breath of victory. He’s smiling as you reward him with kisses to his cheeks, his forehead. He finally slides out, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close again.
“Happy Hanukkah,” he whispers as your kisses slow.
“Now that’s sacrilege,” you snicker. Jin avoids your swatting hand and picks up his sweater to pull over your head. You shake the sleeves down far enough to cover your fingers, and Jin searches for your shorts. Holding them open, you step in each foot. He rises and brings the shorts with him.
Then, he bears hugs you before collapsing onto the couch with you in tow. You squawk, but he keeps you safe against his chest. You want to scold him, but you find yourself snuggling in closer. As you lightly trace over his forearm, you ask, “what about you?”
“Later,” is all Jin says, shaking his hips against your ass. You don’t push it, knowing Jin can be honest with what he wants. “Want to watch the Hanukkah Song?”
You stop tracing his arm at that, shoving it away. “You’re the worst.”
“Oh am I?” He asks, playfully nipping at your ear.
“Keep this up, and I’m going to tie you to the bedpost and leave you there.”
“Sounds hot,” Jin nips at your ear again.
You roll your eyes. “There’s no winning with you.”
Jin smiles bright, picking up the remote. “I’m already the biggest winner because I have you.”
“That was too cheesy,” you fake a gag.
“Not as cheesy as this song,” Jin starts, but he muffles his way through the last bit as he tries to hold you down as you fight to get away. You end up bursting into giggles as the grabbing turns into tickling. You both fumble on the couch until Jin’s beneath you, pesky hands held down. His body betrays him, hips bucking a bit as you sit atop him, and you smirk. But when you lean in to kiss him, it’s filled with love.
“Thank you for my happy hanukkah,” you say before pulling him in for another round.
➭ “Kim Seokjin is everything you don’t want in a man. Cocky, full of himself and oh so annoying. And that’s what makes him the perfect fuck buddy. Because it’s not like you could ever see him as anything more than a heartless player… right?”
*warnings: dom!jin, hair pulling, lovebites, derogatory dirty talk, sex in a semi-public place, voyeurism, light edging
“This… is your son?” You turn to your boss, William Hong.
Your mouth dries up, your heart quickens in your chest. You glance over at Seokjin, whose usual cocky expression has slipped under his father’s steely gaze.
William Hong doesn’t miss the perceptible shift between the three of you, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. He raises one steely grey eyebrow and nods, a curt, brisk nod.
“Yes, it is. This is Seokjin. My son…” He begins, and your eyes flicker back up to meet Jin’s. You are half expecting to see him staring at you with that signature overconfident smirk dancing on his lips, an eyebrow quirked. But instead, he is staring down at the ground, an unreadable expression marring his handsome features.
“…And the one who will be stepping up as CEO in my place.”
Your eyes widen, you cough on your champagne, spluttering out for breath. A few of your other colleagues around you pipe in, asking William Hong questions about when he plans to retire, what his plans are in terms of advancement and progression in the next five years but you barely notice, your eyes zeroing in on Seokjin. He just stares at you, then gazes at your champagne glass and your flushed face.
“Smooth,” He mouths and your eyes narrow.
“Sorry, will you please excuse me?” You cut in to the conversation and paste a polite smile on your face, William Hong nods, already disinterested in you and focused on one of the men in the small group instead. You shoot Seokjin a pointed glare and a jerk of your head as you step away from the group.
Within moments, Seokjin is by your side, his hands in his suit pant pockets.
“Well well, fancy seeing you here-”
“What the hell Seokjin?” You hiss, whirling around so that you are facing him. “You’re William Hong’s son?”
Seokjin just raises an eyebrow at you, a bemused expression on his face.
“Yeah, and you’re one of the lawyers on his case.” He sighs. “Which speaking of. You poor soul.”
You ignore him, your voice presses on, rising upwards in urgency.
“Did you know that I was working on his case?”
Seokjin’s eyes crease in confusion. “No, how could I have known-”
“This is just fucking great then,” You interrupt, your voice harsh. “I mean, fuck, we’ve… we’ve slept together-”
“So?” Seokjin interrupts, the amused expression slipping away from his face.
He turns, puts his glass of champagne down on a nearby table and faces you. “What does that have to do with anyth-”
“It’s a conflict of interest!” Your voice pitches up in irritation and Seokjin just stares at you, bewildered.
“A conflict of interest?” He repeats in a tone that drips with disbelief. “Please tell me you’re joking. We’re fuck buddies, I wouldn’t exactly call that grounds for a conflict of interest. Relax Y/N. Take a chill pill, do some bikram yoga or something, Jesus H Christ.”
You glare at him, a scowl twisting on your lips. “We were explicitly told that if any of the lawyers hired to represent Mr Hong – your father – had any personal connections to him or the case we’d be taken off, and I need this case, I need to make partner in the firm-”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Are you always this serious? It’s not that deep Y/N, God.”
“Well I wouldn’t expect you to get serious about anything or understand that some people have to work for their careers and don’t get everything handed to them by their fathers, but newsflash Kim Seokjin, some people actually have to work in life and don’t get fed with a huge fucking silver spoon every morning.”
Your words come out harsher than expected and a slightly stunned expression flits over Seokjin’s face before he narrows his eyes, steps closer to you.
“What is yourproblem?”
You open your mouth, a thousand things ready to come out – that this is just your luck, that this is his fault, that this is the world’s fault. That you’re on the case to defend his father but you are certain without a doubt that he’s guilty. That your entire career is hinging on this one case. That you never pictured yourself being involved with someone like the son of William Hong, let alone fucking that same someone, being in a casual sex arrangement with them… that this entire arrangement was supposed to be no stirings attached, easy, effortless.
Your spine prickles but before you can speak, Seokjin glides in cleanly, his stare steely.
“You didn’t seem to have a problem last week when you were on your knees for me in your fancy ass shower.”
Your eyes widen as two corporate people behind Seokjin’s eyes widen and they back off.
“Seokjin!” You hiss, lowering your voice, “People heard-”
Seokjin rolls his eyes dismissively. “So what? They’re like a hundred years old, I’m sure they know about the birds and the bees for fuck’s sake-”
You whack him on the shoulder. “Why are you immature?”
“Why are you so uptight?”
You both stand there glowering at each other. You force yourself to calm down, lowering your tone and trying to ignore the urge to punch him right in his pretty face. You look around you, at the event hall - it is bustling with corporate people, some faces you don’t recognize and some you do - amongst those your company coworkers, including Namjoon and Minho.
“Is there somewhere we can go to… talk about this? Somewhere that isn’t in the middle of the gala?”
Seokjin stares at you defiantly, rolls his eyes.
“Yeah.” He mutters and turns, walking away. He glances behind his shoulder, glaring at you. “Are you coming or not?”
You seethe as you follow him as he weaves his way through the crowd and down a corridor nearby. He reaches a set of swinging doors and pushes through, revealing an industrial kitchen.
“So what do you want to discuss then?” Seokjin asks as you walk through the doors, he turns and props his hands on his hips, glowering at you. “If you ask me, you’re completely overreacting-”
“I’m not overreacting,” You interrupt in an even tone. “If I had known that you were related to William Hong in any way, let alone that you were his son, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this-”
“What?” Jin’s words are sharp at the edges as he takes a step closer to you. His eyes are flashing, his eyebrows pinched in a glare.
“Are you really trying to tell me that you never would’ve slept with me if you’d known?” He lets out a derisive snort and your shoulders go rigid, a whip of irritation snaps up your spine.
“I wouldn’t have touched you with a ten foot pole,” You say in an icy tone, your eyes narrowed as you lean in closer.
Much to further your irritation, Seokjin doesn’t look remotely offended – instead, he just lets out a deliberate, disdainful scoff. Takes another step closer to you, smugness etched in the stare he directs at you.
“I find that hard to believe when you were the one begging for me to fuck you. That is how it all went down, no?”
Your lips twist into a scowl, you reach up and push against his chest with your palms. His chest, broad and solid beneath your hands, doesn’t even move and inch and all it does is clutch at the knot of frustration balling up inside of you.
“I fucking hate you,” You say as venomously as possible, “You are the most selfish, conceited person I have ever met in my life.”
He is breathing heavily, you realize – the only break in his composure is the ragged rise and fall of his chest beneath your palms. His eyes are darkened and glossy, his lips parted with each thin breath.
You realize suddenly that Seokjin is standing close to you – so close to you. Your face tilts up to his, only inches apart, enough so that you can see the flutter of his lashes as he blinks rapidly, the muscles in his jaw clenching. So close that you can smell him, and moreso, you can feel the flash of heat that crawls up your thighs when you inhale in his scent – masculine and woody and with a hint of sage, so utterly Seokjin that you can’t help but tremble.
Your palms are still flat on his chest, frozen this entire time, but now they slowly trail down until they rest right on his stomach. You can still feel each of his breaths from underneath your hands, and through the thin cotton of his business shirt you can feel his taut muscles.
Your breaths are growing more shallow too, with the air between the two of you feeling thick, time oozing into a subspace that seems to last both forever and nothing at all… and all you can think about is how warm and solid his body feels beneath your fingers, dwell on how good he smells, locked in intensity seared through the glare he is directing at you.
You feel it – a stirring deep in your belly, the slow and intentful thud that begins to ache between your legs. The barest of whimpers escapes from your lips and Seokjin’s eyes flicker.
“You fucking hate me?” Seokjin murmurs. His voice is hoarse, his words thickened, and it’s so far from the usual composed, annoyingly self-assured Seokjin that you are so used to, that you pause.
He stares straight at you, his eyes are still stormy, his jaw still tight – but his gaze is intent and focused. You swallow as his eyes trace down to your lips. The way he stares at you makes you fucking ache. You watch as his tongue darts over his bottom lip, at the bob of his Adams apple in his throat.
Your mind is empty of everything but an acute awareness of the prickle over your skin, the anger still surging through your bones, that desperation that is beginning to knock heavy deep between your legs.
You don’t have any thoughts that you can coherently pinpoint, except for one: you need him, and you need him now.
“Yep,” You manage to say, inching forward another centimeter. You can feel his breath on your face and you want to press yourself against Seokjin, to close the space. “I do.”
Seokjin doesn’t react, he just arches an eyebrow. “And how do you suppose I feel about you?”
The moment the words spill out of his lips something consuming and almost desperately animalistic snaps inside of you. You aren’t sure who is first- you or him, but somehow your lips collide against his.
There is nothing slow or careful about this, you are kissing him hard, messy intense kisses that have you both breaking apart for split seconds of air and then connecting again. He presses hard against you with nips and licks, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. You melt into him, you moan soft utterances of his name and ‘fuck’ into his kisses.
You nibble against his bottom lip and relish the strained mutters that escape from his throat, your bodies slam against each other, his hips angling against yours.
You break apart from your kisses to breathe, but Seokjin doesn’t stop – he mouths hungrily against the slope of your neck and you tilt your head back and feel a shudder of heat through your body from the friction of his lips against your skin.
His lips catch around the most sensitive spot on your neck, his fingers locking around your jaw and hoisting upward so that the entirety of your neck is exposed for him. You are desperate, you crane your neck upwards and whine at the feeling of Seokjin pressing hard, slow kisses against you, his teeth grazing teasingly over your skin before he latches down and sucks hard.
You moan beneath him, at the heady feeling of it – his hand against your jaw, his lips sucking a neat bruise on your neck. You feel the vibrations of your voice against his mouth, and your thighs squeeze together in an attempt to relieve the throb in your core.
“You’re so needy already,” Seokjin grunts, you can hear the smirk in his words and then you feel his lips against your neck again, his other hand rests on your inner thigh.
It’s so intense and so damn good that everything hones in to the feeling of the pressure on your neck and you can’t breathe, you just want, want, want.
You are faintly aware of the labored whimpers that are falling out of your mouth and you try to rein them in, Seokjin just chuckles. He moves up until his lips are right there in the dip of your neck underneath your jaw, and he mouths at the skin there- nipping delicately at your pulse point before his lips fall by your ear.
“I love hearing you,” He breathes, his fingers uncurl and your head falls forward.
“Please,” You whimper out and Seokjin chuckles again, growls out your name. His voice is low and like liquid velvet- so self assured, so smooth, and you are melting around them like butter.
Seokjin’s lips linger by your ear, his hand is still resting on your inner thigh and you are so fucking wet that you can feel it, damp and uncomfortable.
“Just like I said… you’re already begging for my dick.”
You wriggle in place, something right in the centre of frustration and arousal is dancing over your skin as Seokjin’s hand clamps around your upper thigh, he squeezes hard. You gasp, bite down on your lower lip, squeeze your eyes shut.
“Shut up,” You mutter, but your words come out breathless and desperate. It’s taking all of your concentration not to beg for him, to not relent to the wet throb between your thighs. “Shut thefuck up,” You repeat for emphasis, your tongue curls around the word fuckand then Seokjin’s fingers are by your neck.
You can feel it- his fingertips grazing right by your collarbones, his fingers curling so light and loose around the base of your neck that your eyelids flutter open.
“Such a dirty mouth,” Seokjin clicks his tongue, you feel his thumb ghosting over your neck and you wonder what the lovebites look like. It sends a ribbon of lust through you, the thought of Seokjin’s lips sucking against your neck, the heart shaped mottled kiss against your skin.
“Like you can talk,” You pant out and Seokjin just hums in response.
He is staring right at you and the look in his eyes one of pure want, his fingers are still gripped around your thigh, hard, and you can feel the weight of his hand there so close to your slit. Seokjin’s eyes are narrowing in the corners in a hungry kind of way that has something intense and desperate racing through you as his fingers tighten just a touch around your neck- enough to have you tilting your hips urgently in an attempt to be closer to his fingers.
“So needy,” Seokjin murmurs into your ear and his words are like molten silk.
He moves swiftly, you can his breath fanning over your skin as he moves downward, following his fingers as he pulls the straps down of your dress over your shoulders.
You wriggle out of the top half of your dress and let out a small shuddery sigh when the fabric gathers around your ribs, revealing just your lacy black bra.
Seokjin’s eyes fall unabashedly on your breasts, he is unapologetically staring at you, and you watch with a concoction of pride and lust as he licks his lips, stiffens his shoulders, and your eyes flicker down to see there, in his neatly pressed suit pants – the tent of his thick, hard cock.
He’s so fucking hot.
You hadn’t realized the words have slipped out of your thoughts until Seokin’s eyes keen up to meet yours, dangerously, wickedly confident as he reaches behind you and unfastens your bra. It falls to the floor, and you try to press your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the knocking between your thighs but the hand on your thigh stops you in place.
Seokjin lets out a soft, barely audible groan and you can feel his breathing against your breasts, your nipples hard and stiff as Seokjin gazes right at you and kisses down on the curve of you- mere centimetres away from your nipple.
You let out a pitchy cry at how close he is. Je finishes his kiss with a swirl of his tongue against your skin, so close to your nipple that you try again to press your thighs together – but once again his fingers keep your thighs separated.
Your heart is beginning to slam erratically in your chest, your blood feels hot and heavy and you want him so badly that you feel drenched in it.
Seokjin’s gaze is lidded and his eyes are dilated as he kisses you again, lapping up his kiss with another swirl of his tongue that has you moaning.
“So needy,” He sighs, and you can feel his words ghosting over your nipple and you let out a whine, nodding desperately.
“I am,” You moan out, Seokjin doesn’t respond, he just kisses your skin again and licks, slowly, his tongue tracing around your nipple.
“You are,” Seokjin repeats, “Such a good needy slut for me.”
Your entire body locks up, twitches in arousal… and then he presses his tongue wetly against your nipple.
The sudden pressure has you stiffening, he flickers over your nipple with the tip of his tongue and you moan hard before he pulls away to survey your face experimentally. His hair is in his eyes, his cheeks slightly flushed, his shoulders straining against his white dress shirt. He looks frustratingly good, his face by your breasts gazing up at you.
Before you can react he leans in and his tongue is presses flat against your nipple again.
This time, he isn’t slow, he doesn’t tease – his hand flits up from where it’s been locked around your thigh and he grabs at your breast, squeezing you hard as he sucks hard on your nipple.
“Fuck,” Your voice is shaky, desperate and Seokjin moans into you, his other hand reaches up and squeezes your other breast, his thumb massaging over your hard nipple and offering you some relief.
You press your thighs together, letting out a shaky moan as your hands move forward to skim over his broad shoulders. You can feel the ripple of his muscles as he moves, sucking your right nipple with swirls of his tongue and squeezes of his hands.
There is no gentleness in his touch, he grabs at you and the pressure of his tongue and lips on your sensitive nipples is so hard that it almost hurts. It feels good, so good that you keen against him, cries strangling into moans.
“Can’t forget this one,” He murmurs, his voice is husky as he flicks his tongue over your left nipple and your hands move up from his shoulders to his hair.
Your fingers entangle in his roots and you pull hard, hard enough to elicit a delicious kind of moan from Seokjin’s throat and hard enough for you to subconsciously squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to ease the hard and painful ache in your wetness.
“Fuck me,” You beg out, “Fuck me, please, I need you Seokjin, God, please fuck me…” You are begging for it, the thought occurs to you that you are needy, youarebegging for his cock. But you need him inside of you so badly that you want to beg for it, to plead.
Seokjin keeps his lips latched around your nipple as he reaches down and tugs your dress hard- gathering it roughly in his hands and shoving it until it gathers around your knees. You step out of your dress, he stands and grabs at your waist, pulling you in close.
He kisses you slowly– and you kiss back, his tongue prying into your mouth and kissing into you sweet and long. You bite down into his bottom lip desperately because you don’t want slow, you want hard and fast, and his teasing is winding you up when you are already so tightly wound.
Seokjin smirks into your mouth, and you feel his palms grab at your ass and squeeze, the slap he lands there, him holding your body so tight to his that you feel like you are going to burst, so crammed full with want.
You pull back breathlessly from him, your lips already forming around the shape of his name. But before you can speak his hands spin you around, hard.
You gasp as your palms catch your weight against the kitchen counter in front of you. Seokjin is behind you, his lips at your ear, his body pressed against yours.
“Such a good girl,” he croons, you can feel his hard cock pressed against your ass and you moan, tilting your head back as he reaches in front of you. His hands grab at your breasts and his fingers wrap around the base of your throat. You moan louder, enjoying the feeling of the vibrations of your voice against the palm of his hand, you push back so that your ass grinds against his cock, working into his lap and enjoying the throaty groan that escapes his lips.
“So fucking hot,” He moans desperately, his composure slipping a touch. “Grinding your ass into me like such a naughty fucking slut, mm…” His hand flutters down, grabs your hips and he grits into your ear, “You want me to fuck you from behind don’t you baby? Such a good view of your ass like this, God…” He lets out a grunt and you moan in affirmation.
“I do, please Seokjin, please, fuck me like this, bend me over…” You press harder into his hard cock with your words and he laughs, a dark, low sound.
“You’re such a tease…” his voice trails off as his fingers hook round your underwear and he shoves them down, not even bothering to pull them off all the way – they restrict around your thighs. The bare air against your wet pussy has you trembling at the anticipation of how close you are to getting what you want.
“Hurry up and fuck me, please Jin. Please.” You beg out, and you hear it, the zip of his pants, the sound of the fabric falling to his ankles. You hear the rip of a condom wrapper and a few seconds of him focusing, rolling it over his length and then tossing the empty packet on the counter.
The mental image of it- Seokjin with his dress shirt and strong thighs, black underwear and pants by his ankles as his hands grab at your hips has you letting out a loud whimper.
Seokjin reaches down and swipes one finger cleanly down your slit, he and you both hiss in for breath. “So soaking wet…” he moans, and you hear it, him sucking his finger clean, tasting you.
“Your cunt tastes so sweet, baby…” He leans in and his voice is right by your ear. “Do you want me?”
You nod urgently, you arch your head back and feel Seokjin’s lips at your ear, his hands digging into your hips.
“How badly?”
“So badly,” You pant out.
“Really?” Seokjin tuts, pulls out teasingly and you gasp at the absence of him, your thighs clench, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” You grit out, your breathing quickening in desperation, “I want you, I’ll do anything Seokjin, please, please fuck me-”
“How hard do you want me to fuck you then?” Seokjin asks, and you can feel it- the tip of his cock grazing at your entrance. You are clenched, tensed, and your breath is desperate. You ache from head to toe. Seokjin kisses at your temple, your shoulder, humming against your skin.
“So hard,” You mutter out, your tone complaining, “I want you to fuck me so hard, please…”
“I love hearing you beg for me,” He hums. “I play it back in my head all day.” You tremble. “You know, I could fuck you so hard baby,” He says softly, slowly. “So hard that I’ll have you screaming out my name, so deep and so good that you’ll be thinking about it all week…”
You shiver at the words and nod, pant out a “Yes,” because that is all you can muster. You need it, you are so fucking close that you might explode, you need it you fucking need it and¬-
Seokjin slides his cock into you. Your thoughts slam to a violent stop. Seokjin is inside of you, so hard and so deep that you gasp.
He doesn’t wait, you feel the stretch of your pussy and you groan, he pauses for a moment as you adjust to the feeling, his arms holding you, his lips stamped on your shoulder… and then he starts to thrust.
“Fuck!” you cry out, loud, any resolve you had to be quiet has flown out of your head because Seokjin is fucking you, hard. It feels so good, so full and he draws deeper into you with each heavy snap of his hips against yours. Hard and at a pace that is fast but not too fast- at a pace that has you feeling breathless and giddy in the best possible way, the ache subsiding with each long, intense sloppy thrust of his cock, hard and deep inside of you.
You can hear it, the slap of skin against skin, the groans that are falling out of his mouth, him kissing hungrily against your neck and ear and your shoulder.
You are bent over the counter at this point, not strong enough to keep yourself up as Seokin crooks his body over yours. Seokjin moves so that he is holding you upward with one arm as he continues fucking into you, he insistent and domineering and you feel like you are going to be swallowed up in it, with how good it feels.
“Jin, fuck, Jin, fuck, Jin oh my fucking God…” You are chanting out his name and choruses of ‘fuck’ and ‘fuck me’ without any control. Seokjin growls into your ear and slams into you again, edging upwards as you both let out moans that synchronize into one loud, sinfully dirty sound.
“I’m close…” You whine, and Seokjin laughs, he pushes down on your back unti your breasts touch the cool kitchen counter and his fingers entangle into your hair.
“Good girl…” He grunts out, and then he pulls you up again carefully so that you are upright. His fingers grip at the roots of your hair and then he pulls.
“Do you have any idea how hot you look bent over this kitchen counter for me, screaming out my name nice and loud so that everyone in that boring party can hear?” His voice is low and silken and you whimper. You whimper, from the sting on your scalp and the feeling of his cock pushing into your pussy with intense thrusts singing through you.
You are riled up, desperate, so dizzy and so aroused and so full that you need a release, you’re so close to a release…
Seokjin tugs hard against your hair again and kisses the nape of your neck, pain and pleasure entwining as you feel your climax start to build, fast and sharp and intense. Seokjin arches his hips so that he fucks into you at a different angle, you stiffen, something inside of you curls, so close to snapping, and you let out a fevered, desperate, “Yes, right there, please don’t stop, please don’t stop…”
Seokjin obliges, keeping his angle and pushing into you deeper with an intense thrust of his cock, and your breath rushes in. He pulls harder on your hair, wrapping more of it around his fist, murmurs out a “Come around my cock baby girl, that’s right, be loud for me you know it gets me so fucking hard, you get so me so damn hard…” right into the shell of your ear and you let out a shuddery cry. Your body collapses forward as you cum hard and desperate against his dick.
You are loud, so loud and the moans that are coming out of your mouth are obscene almost. But you don’t care- the release is gratifying and warm and electric all at once and it’s all you can focus on.
The orgasm is still shuddering through you, Seokjin slows for a beat before his arm wraps around your shoulders and he carefully hoists you up.
“How do you feel?” He asks, and you just let out a blissful murmur in response.
“Fucking amazing,” You breathe out. Seokjin hums delightedly at that, kisses against your shoulder blade smooths out your knotted hair.
“Can you take more?” He murmurs in your ear and you nod, your orgasm still rippling through you as he chuckles in your ear, “I’ll go easy on you.”
He keeps smoothening over your hair with his hands as he positions his cock at your entrance again, enters you. You let out a strangled moan at the feeling of it, Jin lets out a soft sigh as well.
“You felt so good, cumming around my cock like that,” He murmurs in a satisfied tone, his thrusts are slow. He is grinding his cock upwards and you feel a tingle of a deeper seated arousal from his careful push of his cock deeper into your walls.
“You tasted good earlier,” He adds, you clench involuntarily, feel another fresh ripple of want chase through your body. “I want to taste you properly when we have more time, have you sit that pretty cunt on my face so I can eat you out until you can’t see straight…”
You let out a whine in earnest and realize that you are pressing against him again, arching your back into him, wanting more, asking for more.
Seokjin chuckles into your neck. “You want more?” His voice is confident, and your take a deep breath, whisper out a “yes,” because you do.
You don’t know what it is about each touch of Seokjin’s fingers against your skin, each press of his lips to your hot skin, that has you a wreck with want each time.
“You’re such a sexy little-” Seokjin starts, but stops as the door swings open loudly.
“I heard sounds, is everything okay- oh!”
The two of you freeze for a second and gaze upward, you register a faint flicker of shock as you take in ther interruption– Namjoon stands there, his jaw falling open in shock as he takes in the sight in front of him.
Seokjin clears his throat before you can react. He doesn’t stop, instead he moves. His hips return to their usual pace, thrusting into you. He tilts his hips upwards calmly and hits that spot again and you let out an involuntary whimper, you are suddenly aware of the obscene sounds of him pushing into your wet pussy, at how your bodies must look – hot and sweaty and entangled.
Namjoon looks shocked, his mouth closing and falling and stuttering out half formed words, and something hot and desperate flickers through you like fire. You should tell Seokjin to stop, say something but… you don’t.
Seokjin speaks up, his voice throaty but clear.
“Do you mind…? We’re busy.”
His words are icy, and Namjoon lets out a choked sound and turns, the door closing behind him with a soft sound.
Seokjin leans in close, keeps his thrusts tilted upwards, slow and purposeful.
“I’m on the top of the god damn world, getting to fuck into this pretty cunt…” Seokjin murmurs in your ear, he is close, you can hear it threaded through his words. His voice is deep and delicious in your ear.
“…You know he’ll be thinking about this all night baby girl, he’ll be thinking about how he wishes he were me, how he wishes he was the one buried inside of you… and you’re all mine, how I’m the one who gets to fuck into you until you’re screaming out my name…” His words push you over the edge, and odd sense of arousal and satisfaction spilling through your entire system as Seokjin fucks into your heat.
Your body doubles over. Your orgasm this time is brief, quick and crackly and a tick-tick-tick of pleasure that washes over you. The clench of your pussy walls is enough to have Seokjin grunting as well, a long throaty moan as his body trembles behind yours, twitching as he cums long and hard into you.
You stay like that for a moment, breathing heavily, bodies entwined. “Fuck,”
Seokjin murmurs, his voice muffled, his arms trembling from where they are still wrapped around you. You both stay still, basking in the afterglow of your respective orgasms until finally, Seokjin straightens, eases out of you.
He rolls off the condom, tossing it into the bin, pulls up his pants and zips. You stay still, body still shaky, awash with the glow from your orgasms.
You hear footsteps behind you, feel Seokjin’s fingers carding down your legs and then carefully, slowly pulling your underwear and your dress on, zipping up and pulling the straps over your shoulder.
You hum out a wordless thank you, turn so that you are facing him. He is flushed, his cheeks a translucent shade of rose and his hair messy, lips full and swollen from your fervent kisses. He tilts his head to one side, smirks at you.
His signature, cocky as all hell Seokjin smirk. And like syrup, it melts away, softens at the edges until it becomes something different. He reaches up, his fingers brushing at a tendril of your sweaty hair.
There is something unrecognizable in his eyes in the moment he tucks your hair behind your ear, a stray emotion you cant pinpoint - a moment of tension so palpable and so unfamiliar that it hangs heavy and thick for a moment between the two of you.
Seokjin steps away and the moment broken. He shoots you another smile, this time it’s that same signature smirk.
“Not bad.”
You roll your eyes, bite back. “Not bad? Please. You wouldn’t shut up about how hot it was, how hot I was, my ‘hot ass’…”
Seokjin just shrugs, unaffected. “You do have a hot ass. The hottest. That thing is the answer to achieving world peace, truly.”
You roll your eyes but a smile flickers over your lips, betraying the expression of annoyance that you have pointedly painted over your features.
“I don’t know how we went from fighting to… to…”
“To fucking over the industrial kitchen counter at one of my father’s buildings?”
“…Yeah.”
Seokjin grins at you, shrugs. “Like I said,” He says airily, his broad shoulders rising in falling in a casual movement, “You cannot resist me and my Zeus-like dic-”
Before he can finish, you reach forward, slap his shoulder lightly, playfully.
“Ew.”
Seokjin grins, his face splitting open into a laugh.
“You’re so-”
“You’re so-”
“Annoying.” You both finish, but there’s no malice in your words. Instead you both just eye each other with the faintest smiles tugging on lips.
You stare at each other for a moment before you see it in his features, a flash in his eyes and a purse of his lips, a crease in his brow.
“About before,” He begins hesitantly. “I… I don’t tell anyone about my father, it’s not personal I just.” He finishes with a sigh. His hand cards through his sweaty hair, his fingers flutter up to button his shirt back up, straighten his tie. “I… it’s not…” He breaks off, sighs. “It’s not something that I want people to know. I take my mother’s surname for a reason, you know.”
You bite your lip. “What, you don’t want to take over his company?” You ask curiously, remembering the conviction in his father’s words, ‘the one who will be stepping up in my place’.
Seokjin leans back on the counter, folds his arms across his chest. Lets out a heavy sigh and grimaces.
“I mean, it’d be easy, right? Job sorted, life sorted. Dad’s told me that all I have to do is be the face of the company – that I won’t even have to work. He doesn’t even want me to work, he doesn’t trust me. He just wants me to… to put up the front. To be the dutiful son who keeps the company in the family.” His face twists, he sighs, shrugs. “And it’s not… it’s not what I want to do.”
He doesn’t look directly at you when he speaks, a clouded look on his face. It’s so different to the Seokjin that you know, the Seokjin that is glossy and together and ridiculous and exuberant …that you hesitate.
“What… what do you want to do then?”
Seokjin glances up, stares at you, his eyes narrowed. Pauses, evaluates.
“I…” He clears his throat, reaches up and rubs his eyes. It’s quiet, you can hear the party going on faintly, the sound of voices and refined classical music.
“I want to be in business, don’t get me wrong.” Seokjin explains, his shoulders lift and drop and he sighs. “But nothing… corporate. Nothing like Avidite. I… want something that is my own, that I’ve built. I’ve been working on an idea for a company with a friend. He’s got a really good head for business but doesn’t have money and my father thinks his family is unimpressive so…” Seokjin shrugs. “It’s a side project while I work at Avidite with my father.”
You gaze at him, quirk an eyebrow. “A side project?”
Seokjin nods. “I told you I had two jobs, right?” He shoots you a wry smile. “I’m working to make my side project a main project. I don’t know, I’ve always… I’ve always wanted to do something that can support start ups and young entrepeneurs, something that’ll make a difference and that’ll-” His eyes are lit up, and he has such an earnest look on his face that something dangerous flutters inside of your chest.
Seokjin suddenly stops mid sentence and then shrugs. “Still business,” He says instead, and he grins at you, confident and assured as usual. “Just not that kind of business. Which you know. Is unacceptable according to my father. What my father says goes, in case you haven’t realized. It must be a real fuckin’ hoot, working for him.”
His smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes and you gaze at him.
“You could’ve told me,” You say, your voice quieting. “I would’ve understood. I mean, I know you don’t have to tell me, we’re… I mean… I’m just saying, I, I would’ve understood. My family…” Your voice trails off and your mind flashes to your mother, the critical squint of her eyes, the questions peppered your way with each phone call. The always lingering sense of disappointment.
You glance up, meet Seokjin’s eyes. “I would’ve understood.”
Seokjin just nods and you stare at one another, before he straightens properly, shoves his hands in his pocket.
“Do you want to go back into the party?” He raises an eyebrow at you and you smile sheepishly, shake your head.
“Not really.”
Seokjin smiles. “Me neither. Come on. I’ll drive you home.”
Seokjin is more relaxed as he drives, one hand resting out of the window, his knee bouncing up and down in time to the song that is playing on the radio. You have been talking while waiting in traffic, arguing more accurately – a heated discussion about the merits of dogs vs cats, an argument that has culiminated to Seokjin tilting his head to you with a lazy smile on his face, and saying in that effortlessly annoying, charming way of his, “let’s just agree to disagree.”
You roll your eyes, lean your head back and watch the road in front of you. “No thank you.”
“Okay, if you want, we can agree to agree that I’mright-”
“No chance. Never. No way. Nope.”
Seokjin just grins and reaches over, squeezes your knee. “Me doth think you protest too much.”
You roll your eyes again and scoff and fight the smile that is tugging at the corner of your lips because there is something about these stupid conversations with Seokjin and his hand squeezing your knee, that has you fighting a smile in the darkness of his car.
Seokjin withdraws his arm, and a brief quiet lapses between the two of you as he drives. Seokjin clears his throat and you glance over at him. He looks handsome as always, the kind of handsome that would annoy you in any other circumstance. His hair ruffled in the wind and the carefree smirk on his face, way too much for a guy dressed in formal suit attire.
“So,” Seokjin begins, pulls his arm out of the window and on the steering wheel, the window gliding up as the car is suddenly quiet – except for the 90s girl band R&B playing in the background (Seokjin’s guilty pleasure, you’ve quickly realized, despite his insistence that it’s just ‘Spotify shuffle’.)
“…About the whole work conflict of interest thing.”
His voice is carefully casual, his words imbued with just the right degree of lightness. You stare ahead, at the road.
“That pesky thing,” You echo. “I…” Your words trail off.
You know that the responsible thing to do would be to tell Seokjin it’d be best to not sleep together, until the case is over, at least. That it’d be best to cut things off cleanly because the last thing you want is to be threading together work and whatever this arrangement is with him.
“… I don’t want… this arrangement interfering with my work. Or vice versa.” You say finally and Seokjin just nods his head, hums in agreement.
“It won’t interfere anything for me. I’m pretty good at keeping things apart if I want to.” He responds. “It’s just sex anyway,” He adds quickly -and you breathe in sharper than expected- “Worst comes to worse we’ll just… stop if it starts getting too complicated with the case, yeah?”
You meet his eyes and you nod. “Yeah,” You agree. “I’ll add it as a clause to the contract. If work gets in the way then we’ll stop-”
“A clause? You still have the contract?” Seokjin laughs but then nods agreeably when you flash him a withering, icy look. “Okay sure, add whatever you want to the contract, Ms. Law and Order.”
You have arrived at your place, he pulls up and turns to face you.
“So it’s a deal? Because I’ll be honest…” He contorts his face into a pout. “I don’t wanna stop this arrangement. It is fucking good, don’t you think?”
His voice is low and something skips in your chest. You swallow hard, you nod back.
This – in the darkness in his car, the closeness of the space between you two, has you short for breath. You stare at him, at the shadows sloping over his features and accentuating everything- the fullness of his lips, the arch of his cheekbones, his fringed lashes… you swallow hard and you nod again.
“It is…” Your voice trails off and Seokjin stares at you, his gaze lidded and intense. “Really fucking good.”
Seokjin leans in.
For one prolonged moment, you think Seokjin is going to kiss you. Your breath catches in your throat, your mouth goes dry, your heart thumping so hard and loud and fast in your chest that you can hear it in your ears.
You are staring at him, and you don’t know what it is – whether it’s the cheesy ballad playing softly in the background, or the hum of his car engine, or maybe even the dusky light that spills over from the nearby street lamp. Whatever it is, it gives pause for you to linger, your eyes drawn on the curve of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips.
He is close to you but not close enough – not close enough so that you can smell him, not close enough to close the distance. Suddenly, all you want to do is move closer.
You inch forward, a tiny bit – a centimeter, nothing more – and he eases forward too. A tiny bit.
And then you feel it, an electric shudder that dances up your spine and through your body.
Seokjin blinks, and then shifts, his hand opening the car door behind you. It springs open and cool air spills into the car.
You feel like you’ve been drenched in cold water and before you can react, Seokjin is moving back to settle into his seat, clearing his throat.
“Well. I’ll see you around, princess.”
You mutter something out, it’s barely a goodbye and more of a mishmash of syllables, before you undo your seatbelt and spring out of his car. You don’t turn around to wave goodbye, your cheeks flaming and your head is spinning as you walk up to your front door.
You hear the slow creak of brakes being released, the sound of his car driving down your road. And you stand in front of your door and cringe.
What the fuck was that?
You continue to agonize internally as you step into your hallway, kicking off your heels. Your place is dark, you head straight to the kitchen and as you flick on the lights, you spot Kale sitting on your kitchen counter, meowing contentedly. He isn’t really supposed to be on your kitchen counter in the first place, but instead of telling him off you walk up to him.
You level with your cat, who just stares at you with a disinterested expression on his face.
“Evenyou’re judging me,” You groan, dropping your face into your hands. “I’m acting like an idiot. It’s just sex. I can have no feelings attached sex, especially with someone like Seokjin.” You roll your eyes as you toss out his name, but the upwards slant of your words give yourself away.
“Plus,” You add as an afterthought, your voice sobering, “He’s William Hong’s son… fuck, It’s complicated as is. I shouldn’t be sleeping with him full stop. It’s a conflict of interest. Oh my God, why am I like this?” You shoot Kale a baleful stare and your cat just meows again.
You spin around so your back is leaning against your kitchen counter and you zero in on the contract on your fridge. You walk up to it, grabbing a pen and scribbling on the bottom of the contract.
Clause 1: Work will not interfere- and if it does, this arrangement is over.
You stare at your words, at the words you’d written previously – ‘they will net get involved with each other more than the act of sex’.
“There is no way I could ever be anything more than sex with Seokjin,” You say aloud, “Right?”
You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek and ignoring the swell that is cresting in your chest.
“No feelings,” You say softly. You try not to think about how his fingers felt pulling the straps of your dress over your shoulders in the kitchen, or the look on his face when he had leaned in so close to you just then in the car.
You try not to think about him at all. You tell yourself not to care, to detach, to fold neatly into yourself like a piece of origami.
“No feelings,” You whisper, as you walk away from the contract and scoop Kale up in your arms, walking to your bedroom.
“No feelings,” You repeat again, louder, even thought you can hear the threads of doubt woven through your words as you repeat them.
“No feelings. Justsex.”
amynote: thank you for reading (and catch this fic entering angst territory woops …) love you all ♡
⤞title: the art of vengeance ⤞pairing: criminal!seokjin x female reader ⤞genre: angst | horror | smut | suspense | thriller | strangers with benefits | crime au ⤞summary:An eye for an eye is the old saying. But sometimes, people are greedy when it comes to revenge. Seokjin is that guy. Cross him over, and he’ll burn down everything in his path. People may compare him to a monster, but you see him as a man who’s been wrongfully accused. He’s your dark knight, and you are his angel. Ride or die describes your relationship perfectly, but you wouldn’t compare yourself to Bonnie and Clyde.
If revenge is best served cold, then betrayal must be delivered with a block of ice.
⤞word count: 2.3k
⤞warnings(Please look over all the warnings before reading!):dark themes | mentions murder | crime | violence | strong language | weapons | mentions affairs and infidelity | plot twists | torture | oral sex(male receiving) | gagging | masturbation/fingering | deep throating | throat fucking | cum swallowing | exhibitionism | praise kink | sadism | manipulation | trust issues | unlawful imprisonment | forced voyeurism | pet names | mention prison escapes | mentions killing sprees/hit lists | mentions arson | revenge | betrayal. Please proceed with caution. I am not glorifying or romanticizing any of these acts but the story does include all of the above. If you know that darker themes are not for you, then do not read this story.
⤞rating: 18+/R
⤞a/n: This is my submission for the Bangtan Deadly Sins collab. It’s slightly edited and reposted from my old blog. The sin I was given is wrath which happens to be represented by Seokjin. I hope I was able to deliver. Please read responsibly.
You’re unable to recognize the man who was once so gentle and kind. His face is adorned with the same grin that he’s always used to lure you in. Only now, it’s much darker, more sinister than it’s ever been.
The man you admired is long gone. Only a monster remains, a damn-good looking one, in fact. Seokjin used his appearance to his advantage while he was in prison. He sweet-talked you into believing he was an innocent man, framed by the system.
But shortly after you assisted him in his prison escape, losing your job and freedom in the process—you discovered that Seokjin should have remained locked away until he died. However, now it is too late for regrets. You’re too deep in the hole you’ve dug for yourself.
“Only give her what she deserves, angel.” His delicate plump lips form a smirk. You observe them carefully, wondering how they feel. Are they as moist and soft as they look? “I’m just gonna make sure this bitch burns for what she did.”
The woman tied to the chair begins thrashing and squirming when she hears those words because she knows better than anyone that he will. Seokjin shows no mercy, especially for his ex-wife—and honestly, neither do you.
What Seokjin is doing is wrong and unjustified, but this isn’t just some innocent woman he chooses to torment. No. She’s nothing but an evil bitch, and everything she’s getting is well deserved.
She cheated on him with a married man. On Seokjin’s birthday, he found her and her lover having sex in their marital bed. She laughed in his face and told him he was lucky that she was even still with his boring ass. She’d been using the money he gave her to buy her lover nice things behind her husband’s back.
Seokjin was furious, and his rage was inflicted on the other guy. He roughed him up and kicked them both out on the street. Of course, his leech of an ex-wife tried to tail behind her boyfriend, but he rejected her advances.
The man had no intention of leaving his wife, and that infuriated her. She killed him in the driveway, and with the help of her crooked detective dad, she was able to frame Seokjin for the crime. She took everything after his arrest—the money, the house, his business. And he was left with nothing and no one.
You decided to help him after you heard this story. Putting the pieces together, you concluded he was telling the truth. You felt for him, and could relate to the feeling of being cheated on. It wasn’t easy, but somehow you managed to help him escape from prison. You two have been on the run since—only stopping to check another person off of his hit list.
First, was the dirty prosecutors and judge over his case, then his ex-father-in-law, and now, the woman who started it all, the former Mrs. Kim. But you’ve dreaded this moment. Not because he’s about to commit another murder, but because the next person on his list is innocent in all of this. The wife of his ex’s deceased lover, who has nothing to do with this. However, Seokjin wants everyone to suffer.
You thought you could save him. You really wanted to be his reason to love again—but only vengeance lies in Seokjin’s heart now. It’s far too late for love.
“But isn’t that too easy for her, babe? What if we dragged it out a little bit.” He raises one of his perfect eyebrows with a bit of interest.
“And what would that be, angel?” He’s slightly amused by the sudden boldness, but also fond and a bit impressed.
Curiosity covers his face when you drop to your knees. He clears his throat when you reach for his belt buckle, but does not stop you.
“Seeing you happy, that’ll kill her.” You wink at him while unbuttoning his pants.
You pull them down enough to remove his dick from his boxers, watching how he bites his lip when you begin moving your hand up and down his length.
Seokjin releases a small sigh as your tongue rolls over the tip of his cock, licking up a small amount of precum that has seeped out. You use your spit to lubricate him while he hardens in your hand.
Seokjin grabs your hair and chuckles. “Angel’s gonna show you how it’s done. Maybe next time you’ll actually be able to snatch someone’s husband if you pay attention.”
Your mouth opens wide, and he guides your head forward until his dick touches your lips. You take him in until he’s nestled deep inside of you, moaning at the taste of his dick. Your eyes water from the stretch, but you adjust quickly by relaxing your throat.
Breathing through your nose and keeping eye contact, you bob your head up and down while slurping and salivating over his length. The muffled cries of his envious ex-wife only fuels you to keep going, and pride swells in your chest when you notice Seokjin’s blissful state.
You know his mind is no longer on the woman who broke his heart, but on the woman who tried to fix it. He acknowledges your efforts, and that is all you can ask for.
“Shit, I’m gonna come, angel,” he grunts, grabbing both sides of your head and holding you still.
Seokjin then uses your mouth to finish himself off since time is limited and you cannot get carried away. You’re sure to breathe through your nose and relax your muscles so that his dick can enter as smoothly as possible.
A puddle forms beneath you—a mixture of saliva and both of your arousals. Two of your fingers work at a rapid speed to provide the self-pleasure you’re craving. Your eyes involuntarily roll back in response to satisfaction from the feeling of having both holes filled at once.
“You feel so good, angel…gonna feed you well, okay?” Seokjin promises, and your stomach bubbles with excitement.
The sensations of your moans drive him closer to his release. He thrusts deep into your mouth unexpectedly, hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.
Your orgasm also hits you without a warning, and your walls pulse around your fingers as you ride out your climax. Your sounds of pleasure have Seokjin shooting his load shortly after, and his cum warms and soothes your sore airways.
You swallow him greedily, enjoying the way his humming travels through the room like soft tunes. It’s captivating how someone so cold has such a beautiful voice. It’s just amazing how ethereal and god-like he is, especially as he stares down at you during his post-orgasmic bliss.
“You’re everything I could ever want,” Seokjin whispers, slowly sliding out of you.
He wipes away the tears you have shed and your cum-stained lips before helping you up and smoothing out the tiny wrinkles in your dress.
You cannot deny the joy that fills your heart when he says those words, but your breakthrough is short-lived when the woman bound and gagged begins to thrash around again. She’s angry, and you can make out the disgusting things she is calling you both.
“I think it’s time to shut her up.”
Seokjin tucks himself back in his pants and grabs his machete from the table behind you, prepared to make his way towards her.
“Wait.” You grip his arm to stop him. The scowl on his face softens when he looks at you. “Let me.”
“Angel, I don’t think you have it in you,” he chuckles.
“But I’d do it for you.” He pulls you closer and you look at him with pleading eyes. “I just want to make you happy.”
And that does it.
“Okay, angel.” Seokjin sighs, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. He places a small kiss on your lips; it’s his way of showing you what little affection he possesses. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”
You nod, and he pulls away before turning to his ex-wife one last time.
“You’re the one who should be calling her angel because she just saved your ass, bitch.” He tells her before leaving the old farm.
Once he’s out of there, you turn to the pathetic excuse of a human sitting in the middle of the room.
“Don’t call me your angel.” You remove your handgun from your thigh holster and set it on the table. “…because I’m not here to save you. The only mercy you had just walked out of the door.”
Her face turns pale when you pick up a knife and make your way towards her. When you straddle her, she freezes with fear. Tears form in her eyes when the weapon comes up to her cheek. You slide it under the dirty rag used to muffle her screams then tear the fabric so she can speak. The blade leaves a small cut on her skin in the process, but you could care less.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” you ask her, and she shakes her head nervously. “Hey, open your mouth when I ask you a question, whore. You had no problem keeping it wide when my husband was shoving his dick inside of it.”
The woman’s eyes widen at the realization of how fucked she is. You smile at her and give her a second to take it all in before you speak. When she tries to look away, you grab her face and force her to return her attention to you.
“Gives you chills, doesn’t it? Looking in the face of your killer, knowing that this is the last thing you’ll ever see before you leave this earth. I bet my scumbag husband felt the same way.”
“Ma’am, please. I’m so sorry for ruining your marriage, but I didn’t kill your husband. I swear—”
“Stop your fucking lying. I had been thinking of ways to get rid of the son of a bitch anyway,” you confess, and the woman is at a loss for words.
“And honey, a bit of advice, cheat with men who are actually worth the risk. That loser was terrible in bed. But Seokjin…that man can please you without even lifting a finger.”
A smirk forms on your face. “I had a blast fucking your ex-husband. Too bad I’m next on his little list.”
“You need to stay away from him. He’s crazy,” she warns.
“No…he’s pissed off. But so am I.”
You move some of the hair out of her face. She’s by far one of the prettiest women you’ve ever laid eyes on, but unfortunately her soul is hideous.
“He’s manipulating you, using you to fulfill his twisted plan. You’re following him around like a lost puppy. Can’t you see you’re being used?” she cries.
“Ha! Is that what you think is happening here? Oh sweetie, you really are dumb as a box of rocks.” You get directly in her face. “Bitch, you have no idea who you’re fucking with, do you? I am the whore you’re inspiring to be. The one that’s fucking your man so good that he can’t even take a shit without consulting with me first.”
It’s your specialty; men always fall for the obedient type. All you have to do is worship the ground they walk on, and they’re hooked. They want your attention, need your approval, and that’s what gets them caught up in your web.
“You know I was minding my own business, and your homewrecking ass just had to ruin everything. You killed my husband—”
“You didn’t even love him!” Her interruption earns her a slap across the face.
“Let me fucking finish,” you seethe. “What I mean is that you killed him before he could make me sole beneficiary. I could have had it all, but you had to fucking be bitch.”
You stand to your feet.
“Now, both you and your handsome ex-husband are going to have to pay for it. I know he emptied your accounts behind my back, and when I’m done in here, I’m going to put a bullet in that empty heart of his,” you wink.
“Seokj—” You stuff her mouth with the torn rag before she can scream his name.
“Goodbye, love. I hope you pass out before the flames start scorching that beautiful skin.”
Her screams and pleas fall upon deaf ears as you make your way to the exit. Hopefully, she’s learned her lesson about stepping outside of her marriage to fuck up another.
“…all of you motherfuckers can burn in hell,” is the last thing you say to her.
Seokjin’s been played too many times to fall for a pair of doe-like eyes and a nice ass. He knows exactly what you’re doing, acting all innocent and obedient. You aren’t fooling him at all. He remembers the twisted look on your face when you saw your own name on his hit list. All trust was lost at that very moment. Because he then knew that you were just as fucked up as he.
You are beautiful, intelligent, sexy…every man’s dream—but also his worst nightmare. The power your cunt holds over him is fatal, and Seokjin’s been playing a game of Russian Roulette. It’s going to suck putting a bullet between your pretty eyes, but it must be done. You’re just a snake that’s wrapped itself around his neck, and it’s only a matter of time before you constrict.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but you were hard to resist. And to be honest, the thought of wrecking the man’s wife who did the same to his satisfied Seokjin in more ways than one. It’s such a shame that it all has to end here.
“Babe, it’s done…light her up!” He hears your sweet voice call out from behind him.
summary- Seokjin has a strange request and you’re powerless to his pout.
word count- 1.4k
pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader
rating- PG-15
genre- fwb2lovers, idiots in love, fluff
warnings- nothing but cuteness overload
a.n.- idk I just had an urge that needed to be fulfilled. also, I missed this couple.
Unedited cause why not.
As always reblogs, asks, and feedback appreciated
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You could hear the rain outside your window lashing against the glass violently, turning from soothing background noise to distraction as you poured over the stack of exams you had to mark for the weekend. Each essay was worse than the previous and you wondered why your professor even continued to hold a first year seminar in the first place. Fresh high school graduates did not have the maturity to deal with the theories that came with your field, most papers being the same ill informed analysis of BDSM that came from a distracted watching of Fifty Shades of Grey.
Grunting as another person talked about the nonexistent link between childhood sexual trauma and domming, you pulled out your airpods from your drawer, hoping to drown out the raindrops threatening to break your window with the soothing vocals of Taylor Swift. However, that proved to be an even bigger distraction, the catchy lyrics interrupting your reading and making you sing out loud instead.
That’s how Seokjin found you, singing along to a sad ballad, horribly off-tune in front of your laptop with a stack of papers around you. He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes turning into crescents as he tried to calm his heart. He didn’t know why everything you did was so cute lately but he wasn’t complaining. It seemed that throughout your friendship he had discounted all of your moments, moments when you were free and truly yourself. Now, it was became a game for him to sneak up on you when you were least expecting, only so he could relish those moments for a bit. It may be a little creepy but he didn’t think you’d mind, not when you turned to find him watching from the doorway and instead of being embarrassed or stopping, you just waved, continuing your awful runs.
He laughed, coming up to you and placing a kiss on top of your head, depositing the snacks he had dug up from your kitchen on the table. Clapping at his foresight, you reached for the bag of shrimp crackers, opening and taking a sniff, savoring the umami scent before popping a few in your mouth.
“I knew there was a reason I didn’t kick you out after sex,” you teased, between bites as he rolled his eyes. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have left even if you did kick you out, if only just to annoy you and not because lately he really couldn’t get enough of your presence. He had half a mind just to put you in his pocket and move you to his apartment.
“Why are you staring at me?” you mumbled, cheeks ballooned with crackers, and he just laughed, pulling you up by your wrist, an idea blooming in his head.
“Come on!” he called, dragging you through your apartment to the front door, your house slippers clacking loudly on the tiles as you tried to keep up with his speedy long legs. It was when he opened the door that your questions started. Questions that he ignored with a shush and a “Wait for it!” Soon enough, you were at the door of your apartment building the usual view of the street blurred behind the sheets of rain pouring from the skies.
“Seokjin it’s raining!” you exclaimed, digging your heels into the ground, ignoring as he begged you to just listen to him. You didn’t understand why he wanted to go out in the downpour all of a sudden, just the thought of wet clothes sticking to your body had you cringing. You were in your pajamas for fuck’s sake!
“Please! Just once,” he pleaded, bottom lip jutting out and eyes wide, a combination he knew made you weak. It had worked when he used it to convince you to sing a duet with him in the high school talent show. It had worked when he took you fishing just for you to be bored out of your mind for six whole hours. And it worked now.
“Fine. God, you’re so annoying!” you groaned, starting to walk again as Seokjin beamed, raising a fist in the air like he was in some coming of age movie. Rolling your eyes you followed him outside tentatively, the rain already starting to soak you both. Seokjin, on the other hand, seemed as if he didn’t even notice, walking casually down the sidewalk and around the building to the little park at the corner.
It was desolate, not a soul in sight, considering the terrible weather, and once again you were left wondering what mental breakdown your best friend was having to be standing grinning in the rain. He let your hand go when you reached the park, instead opening his arms and looking at the skies with a joyful laugh that made your own smile crack. He looked like a little kid about to jump in puddles behind his parents’ back. You almost felt bad breaking him out of his bubble.
“So you’re just here to frolick?” you smirked, crossing your arms as you looked him up and down. His shirt was plastered to his torso, revealing the spectacular body he often hid behind oversized clothes, and his legs glistened where they peaked from under his shorts. He kind of looked like a drowned rat with how his long hair was stuck to his face and you couldn’t help but laugh how ecstatic he looked despite his appearance.
“Nope,” he answered smugly, pulling you to him till you were chest to chest. “I’m here to kiss you!”
He giggled at the confusion on your face as he cupped your face, fruitlessly trying to move the raindrops scattered across it with his thumbs. Even with the slight chill of the rain, a warmth bloomed in his chest as he stared at you, your eyelashes flicking away the little drops of rain as you blinked up at him.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss in the rain,” he whispered, eyes glued to your lips as he waited for another snarky comment from you. When none came, he leaned down pressing his lips against yours slowly, savoring how the taste of rain mixed with yours, sending his senses fuzzy till he was melting into you.
Seokjin and you didn’t kiss too often yet lately it seemed that the two of you used any excuse to have your lips on each other. Hello kisses, goodbye kisses, good luck on your test kisses, hey that’s a cute cat video kisses, and now rain kisses. The reasoning kept getting flimsier and you knew that you should probably stop. Friends with benefits didn’t kiss, but the reasoning was lost on you when Seokjin’s kisses set your whole body aflame.
Winding your arms around his neck, you stepped on your toes to deepen the kiss, enjoying how he smiled at the gesture, his own arms circling your waist and lifting you up. It was effervescent, the sudden giddiness he felt just from kissing you and he couldn’t help but laugh, his forehead against yours as he twirled you around like he was the lead in a cheesy romcom. You told him as such and it only resulted in his laugh getting louder till he was putting you down, kissing you once again between giggles.
“Thanks for helping me get my wish,” he snickered, his hand in yours as he led the two of you back to your building.
You shrugged, oddly less stressed than you had been earlier, the little break helping you look past the infuriating pages of assignments you still had to go through. “That’s what friends are for.”
He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you as he entered the code to your building, the two of you trailing water behind you. He felt you shiver at the blasting airconditioner in the hallway, opting to wrap his body around your back as he waddled you both to your front door, making you laugh at the absurdity that his equally soaked body would warm you up.
“Shower?” he asked when the two of you were back in your apartment.
“You did all of this for shower sex, didn’t you?” you deadpanned, eyes narrowed at him but he just rolled his eyes again at you before bending at the waist and lifting you over his shoulder making you squeal in surprise.
“Let’s go, little brat!” he exclaimed, smacking your ass once and carrying you to the bathroom.
Perhaps friends with benefits were supposed to have rules, but if this is what it was like without any rules, you were euphoric without them.
“J-joon” you moaned loudly as another wave of pleasure hit your body causing you to see stars while Namjoonsmirked looking at your weak body helplessly squirming under him. He groaned when you clenched around him tightly causing him to thrust inside you hard “fuck babygirl how are you still so fucking tight?” He grunted when your nails scratched his back leaving red marks but he didn’t give a damn about. You whined looking at him with half closed eyes and pulled him down to a messy kiss. Your tongue and teeth clashed before you pulled back and attacked your lips to his neck sucking harshly causing him to growl and fuck into you deeper and a cry of his name escaped your lips “d-daddy!” He groaned and suddenly pulled out but before you could even whimper at the sudden emptiness, he turned you around making you lay on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You both moaned in sync as he entered inside your even tighter asshole. The new angle giving him much more access to every part of your warm and plush ass hole. Your face was squished against the pillow and a line of drool was seen too but you could care less when your fiancee was literally fucking you into the mattress. “Yeah? You like that? Fuck baby i shouldn’t even let you cum with the way you were teasing me the whole night. Were you that desperate for my cock? Fucking slut” you moaned shamelessly nodding as you became a babbling mess “y-yes daddy! Like your cock so much” you cried out as the coil forming in your stomach snapped and you came without a warning causing namjoon to groan “you are so fucking beautiful. Bet you will look more beautiful with my seed right? ” you nodded immediately and he chuckled darkly “makes me want to fuck a child inside you. Would look so fucking pretty round with my kid” “y-yes! Want your seed joon” you gasped when he shooted his load of heavy cum inside you with a low moan of your name. Before he fell besides you breathing heavily. After a few minutes of just heavy breathing he asked “ tomorrow is your day off right?” “Yeah why?” You mumbled feeling your eyes getting heavier which widened when he suddenly flipped you around and hovered above you with a smirk “then let’s put all those baby shoes to use babygirl ” you moaned at his words and your hand went to stroke his already hard cock.
Writing only 4 kinks for each of them but they certainly have more.
A/n: Let me know how i did, I hope you like it!!
I wrote this this thinking of Yn as a gender neutral character, please let me know if I did it right?
(TELL ME WHAT OTHER KINKS THEY’D HAVE IN THE REPLIES!!)
|| NSFW || 18+ || Minors dni! ||
Seokjin
Hard dom
Types of kisses: Seokjin is very affectionate when it comes to kissing, he kisses you all over your face before reaching you lips. His kisses are short and sweet and very affectionate.
Pet names: Darling, baby, pup.
-> Overstimulation
“Jinnie please, no more, I can’t cum again please”
“No, don’t say that, I’m sure you can take one more, now be good for me, okay?”
-> Daddy Kink
“Jinnie” Yn moans.
“I thought I was daddy” Jin growls.
-> Praise kink
Loves praising and being praised, constantly tells his partner that they are doing a good job. “Mhmm, fuckk baby, you’re taking me so well”
->Voyeurism
Jin loves watching his partners touching themselves, he had a huge collection of their videos that he watched when he can’t be near them.
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Yoongi
Hard dom.
Types off kisses: Rough, dominating kisses that has your toes curling, lots of tongue and his hand will be wrapped around your neck. According to Yoongi, the sloppier the kiss the better.
Pet names: Baby, Jagi, Sweetheart.
-> Choking
Loves to have his hand around his partner’s throat, even if it is for just a kiss or when your sucking him off.
-> Cunnilingus
He loves giving his partner oral pleasure and he loves receiving it too. Loves showing off his tongue technology.
->Exhibitionism
Yoongi loves it when you try to hold in your moans in public. You look really cute, trying to control yourself, your cheeks all red from embarrassment, loving the though of getting caught.
He also loves it when the other members watch you two fuck.
-> Edge play/Teasing
He loves teasing his partner and constantly edging them but never letting them cum.
~ Le Yoongi using a vibrator on his partner and pulling away just when they start bucking their hips trying to gain more momentum.
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Hoseok
Soft dom
Types of kisses: Soft kisses, lots of moaning and groaning, he likes groping your butt while kissing you, (the maknae line pretend to gag when they see the two of you).
Pet names: Jagi, darling, sunshine, babe.
-> Begging
Loves it when you beg for his attention.
“Hobi please fuck me..”
“Beg baby and maybe I’ll consider”
->Breast/nipple worship
Has an obsession with tiddies, loves putting his hands and mouth on them till his partner is all riled up and begging him to take them.
-> Marking
Hobi loves marking and being marked, he makes sure to leave hickies and bruises all over you and shows off the scratches that you left on his back to the members in the dressing room.
“HOBI YOU LEFT A HICKEY ON MY NECK YOU ASSHOLE”
“BUT YOU LOOK SO PRETTY WITH THEM BABY”
->Discipline
The sadist in Hobi pops up once in a while and when it does, you better be careful because once you mess up, you won’t be able to walk for a while. He makes sure to discipline you when you mess up and he takes your discipline very seriously.
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Namjoon
Hard dom
Type of kisses: Rough, he likes to bite your lip till its swollen and then sucks on it till you feel better, followed by multiple soft kisses.
Pet names: Moonlight, love, sweetie, Ynieeeeeee
-> Degradation + Praise Kink {a holy combo }
“Such a pretty whore, taking my cock so well, you look so pretty with my cock inside your slutty little hole.”
-> Barebacking (impregnation kink for fem readers)
Hates condoms, loves to fuck his partner full of cum.
“You like it when I coat your insides with cum baby?”
-> Exhibitionism
Loves teasing his pretty partner in public. The thought of getting caught gives him an irreplaceable high.
“Namjoon stop, people are watching”
“Don’t worry darling, might as well put on a show since they’re watching”
-> Collaring
Namjoon is all for letting people know you belong to him, he’s possessive and makes sure people know you ain’t available to fuck with. But to take extra measures, Namjoon gets you a pretty anklet which you wear at all times, it’s his way of collaring you but still making sure you’re comfortable with wearing it everywhere.
A/N: Attention SMUT ahead. I saw the pictures of him at the wedding of his brother so I wrote this. Enjoy!!
Jin was looking around the room nervously while you were fixing his tie. “Hey Popstar.” you called him knowing that he hated that nickname. He rolled his eyes and you chuckled. After you were finished with his tie you brushed your palms over his shoulders to flatten his black suit. He was still nervously moving and you finally cupped his face to keep him still. “Hey.” you said again making him look into your eyes. You smiled and you could see his worried features. “It’s going to be fine.” you said and he sighed defeatedly. “This is horrible.”
“No it’s not. Come on.” you said and leaned in to give him a peck on his lips. “It’s a small ceremony. There are no paparazzis and Oppa needs you with him.” you said and he looked away, sadness filling his eyes. “I think he would appreciate it more if I didn’t show up.” he said and you shook your head. “No, Jin. You´re his brother. Family. He needs you to be there.”
“You don’t get it. It’s supposed to be his big day and no matter what I do people will shift their attention on to me.” he said now seeming really selfconcious. “I´m really sorry that I can´t take you with me. That will just throw everything out of proportion.” he apologized and you sent a warm smile his way. “Don´t be sorry. I totally get it. Just enjoy the day with your family and make your mom happy.” you said and he suddenly wrapped his arms around you. “I don´t know how you can be so good towards my family even though they´re giving you a hard time. Especially my mom.” he said after placing a kiss on top of your head and you chuckled. “That´s not true, Jin. She´s just worrying about her son. And that´s her right as a mom.” you said trying to ease his mind. His mom was giving you a hard time. She didn´t like you very much and sometimes it did hurt your feelings and put a strain on your relationship with Jin, but you overcame everything together. He was about to say something when the door to the dressing room was pushed open and his mom walked in, wearing a beautiful yellow hanbok, making you two pull apart. Both of you bowed to greet her and she nodded back. “We´re ready to leave when you are.” she said towards Jin and he nodded. “I´ll be right out.” he smiled at his mom and tried to play off his nervousness. “We´ll see you tonight, Y/N.” his mom adressed you and you smiled politely. “Have a great ceremony. I´ll congratulate Oppa and Unnie when you´re back.”
His mom nodded at your answer and turned away towards the door. “I´ll wait outside.” she said and you were surprised that she didn´t drag Jin out of the room. You put your hand against his back and pushed him forwards gently. “Go. I´ll see you tonight. Have fun.” you said and he gave you an apologizing kiss before going after his mom.
***
You spent the evening doing things you didn´t have the time to do usually. There must have been a few people who snuck photos and posted them online without anyone recognizing because you saw photos from the wedding online as you scrolled through social media. You were snuggled up on the couch, some random show running on tv while you were on your phone. A smile spread across your features as you saw Jin on the photos. He was really trying hard not to draw attention. He was nervously clasping his hands or standing in the back at a table greeting new comers. His tall and broad statue didn´t help his attempt not to draw attention. You would have some calming down to do when he came back from the wedding.
It was late at night when you heared the lock of the door click announcing that they arrived. When someone walked ino the living room you expected it to be Jin but found his mom walking up to you. You stood up immediatly to welcome her and she sat down on the couch next to you. “Do you want to drink anything?” you asked politely but she just shook her head and patted the seat next to her. “Come on sit down. I need to tell you something.” she said and your eyes widened. What could be this important that she needed to talk to you at this time of day?
“I know I didn´t particularly welcome you to the family.” she said and you started an attempt at denying it but she stopped you with a hand gesture. “I gave you a hard time this whole time but..” she said and looked away from you,”as I heared how you talked to my son today while he was getting ready for the wedding..I-..you calmed him down, never said a bad thing about us even though it would´ve been your right - I cursed about my in laws whenever they were not around and I was alone with my husband - you´re always trying really hard to make him happy and you take care of him. He looked like a lost puppy at the wedding without you.” she said in one go, as if it cost her all her energy to say that. A big smile spread across your face. “I´m still unsure if you´re the right one for my son.” she said trying to hold up her pride,”but as long as he thinks you are, I´m going to be nice to you.”
“Thank you. This means a lot to me.” you thanked her and before she could say anything footsteps got closer and Jin was standing in the room. “What means a lot?” he asked and a hint of horror passed the features of his mom, afraid you might tell him what his mom just did. “Nothing. She just brought some photos and food back for me from the wedding.” you lied and she exhaled in relief. “I´ll get going.” she said and got up. “Aren´t you staying the night? It´s late.” Jin said but she shook her head in denial. “No way.” she said and was her old self immediately which made you chuckle lightly.
***
He tried making you tell him what you really talked about but you just brushed it off everytime. He was lying in bed next to you with his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your head resting against the side of his chest. “I’m proud of you Jin.” you said into the dimm lit room and he placed a kiss on top of your head. “I’ve done nothing to be proud of. You’re the one pulling me through all of this.” he said and you rolled your eyes. He was the worst at accepting praise. You swung your leg over his hip to sit on top of him and smiled down at him. He looked surprised at your actions but very happy nonetheless. He rest his hands on your hips and let his fingers glide under your oversized shirt. His cold fingertips against your warm skin gave you goosebumps. “Did you miss me while I was gone?” he tried teasing you but you were feeling too confident to be teased by him. “Baby I know for a fact that you need me more than I need you right now.” you said sliding your hands down in between your legs to fumble with the waistband of his shorts. “All that built up tension…” you purred and stroked over his member,”has to go somewhere.” you teased him back and his eyes changed from bright and peacefull to dark and lustfilled in seconds. “I mean…” you said sliding your hands back up and under his shirt to pull it up. He lift his torso for you to pull his shirt over his head. You breath catched in your throat at seeing this beautifully built man laying in front of you in all his glory. The moonlight was shimmering on his toned skin and made him look extra delicious. “I saw the photos and you were looking really,…” you kept talking while tracing his lower abdomen with your fingertips while slowly grinding your hips against him,”really stressed out. Keeping all that stress can’t be healthy for you.”
He growled something under his breath as the friction of his shorts sent sensations to his brain that would push him over the edge shortly. “Babe..” he hissed as you picked up your pace and his grip got tigther on your hips. You lift your arms above your head signaling him to take off your shirt and he did that immediately with no hesitation whatsoever. He leaned up to take your bra off too and tossed it to the side before leaning in to place kisses on your chest. When he sucked and played with your nipple you let out a statisfied moan and you could feel him smile against your skin. He moved up to your throat and arrived at your ear with his wet kisses while he kneaded your breast with his hand firing himself up. You could feel him growing harder and harder underneath you. You were already dripping wet from all of the action and the fabric seperating you drove you crazy. He captured your lips with his and you grind harder against him to pull a deep moan out of him. “Take them off.” you said in between kisses and he did while you took your own panties off. You were about to climb back on top when he arched a brow and you smiled at him. “I’ll take care of you today.” you said and let you fingers tangle in his hair while climbing back onto his lap. You wrapped your hand around his leangth and stroked him a few times to get him fully ready. While you sat up to align him at your entrance, he cupped your face and kissed you passionately. As you pushed down on him he let out a low groan and burried his face in the crook of your neck. “Fuck me.” he cursed at the sensation of your walls clenching around him. “Shit…” he said breathlessly and you smiled enjoying your own high. You tucked at his roots while he streched you out real good. You bit yourself into his shoulder while trying to adjust to his girth. He started kissing your shoulder and neck softly when he realized that you were having a hard time adjusting. “Ugh..it’s been so long.” you moan in to his shoulder and the moan leaving your lips makes him want to pound into you until you’re left moaning his name. He’s been on tour before the wedding and when he came back he was so wrapped up in the wedding preperations that there was no room for you two to catch up. “I need to move.” you beg him after adjusting and realizing that he has a firm grip on your hips not allowing you to move even an inch. “If you answer my question.” he says suddenly out of the blue and you pull away to look at him. The tiny movement making you both wince in desire. “What? Ask me. Hurry.” you say impatiently and he smiles. “What did you talk about with my Mom?” he asks and your eyes almost fall out of your head.
“Jin!” you scold him while slapping his chest,”how can you ask me about your mom while your fucking dick is inside of me?!”
He laughes at your reaction and kiss your lips. “Major turn of.” you growl after he pulls away. “Tell me.”
“No!” you exclaim and try pushing off him because this is getting ridicilous. You manage to move a few inches and the friction blows both of your minds after not moving for such a long time. “I never thought soaking would be this pleasing.” he panted against your lips while both of you tried really hard not to move. “I know.” you breathed, the tiny argument from seconds ago long forgotten. “I don’t think I can handle you moving.” he moaned while holding onto your back and a devilish smile spread across your face. His hands were already trembling and he wasn’t holding on as hard as before so you could easily move up to let him slide out of you. Both of you moaned in unison at the feeling and you pushed back down immeaditely because the emptiness felt horrible. “Jin-…oh fuck.” you cursed, not able to form a logical sentence, while you kept grinding on him picking up your pace.
“You feel so good.” he praised you and slid his fingers between your folds and started circling your clit harshly to add to your pleasure. You took your lower lip in between your lips, closed your eyes and leaned your head back to enjoy the sensation of his fingers. “So beautiful.” he breathed and you clenched around him which made him moan out in pleasure. “Jin..” you tried to warn him that you were close but just couldn’t gather your thoughts. When he felt you getting closer he finally thrust his hips up to meet yours which made you cry out his name. “Right there, right there.” you moaned and he drowned it in a kiss. “I’m so-…” you pressed out and he nodded knowingly. “Cum for me baby.” he purred into your ears and nibbled at your earlobe before sucking at your sweetspot. That pushed you off the edge and you came moaning his name through the entire apartment. Your statisfaction made him follow close and your movement became sloppy while both of you rode out your highs.
***
You were back in cuddling position just without clothes this time and much much more statisfied and relaxed. Your eyes were closed because your eyelids were heavy and when something came to your mind you smiled to yourself. “Jin?” you whispered sounding very sleepy. “Hmm?” he stirred and you chuckled. “She thanked me for taking good care of you.” you said happily and snuggled closer to him. There was a long silence and you could practically hear his inappropriate joke coming. “If you make an inapropriate joke about me taking good care of your dick while I’m talking about what your mom said, your sleeping on the couch tonight. Try me.” you warned him and he chuckled nervously while pulling you closer. “You are taking good care of me.” he finally said and you rolled your eyes before both of you fell asleep happily.
Summary: How do the boys react when you tell them “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today”?
Jung Hoseok
You were lying next to each other bodies tangled as an aftermath of the activities you just finished. Both of you were still slightly breathing heavy. Hobi had one arm wrapped around you and brushed his fingertips gently your arm up and down. Your hand rest on his bare chest and you were tempted to tease his hardend nipple but decided to tease him other wise.
“Hoseok?” “Hm?” he answered immediatly hearing his real name fall from your lips and not any type of pet name. “What’s wrong?” he asked trying to see your face to identify how you were feeling. “I think you could’ve been nicer to me today.” you said while hiding your face because there was no way you could hide your smile. His whole body tensed up and you kind of felt bad - but also not. “Wait, what?” he asked and you could hear that he felt sorry through his voice. “Was I too rough?” he asked and blood flushed to your cheeks. When you didn’t answer he pulled away gently and cupped your face with his hand to make you look at him. “Did I hurt you?” he asked and he was seriously concerned about your well being. His eyes were looking for anytype of discomfort he might have caused you. “No you could’ve been just a little nicer.” you said and his eyes looked sad all of a sudden and this time you felt really bad.
“I’m so sorry. I thought you would tell me if anything isn’t the way you want. I’m sorry. I’ll be more carefull next time. I thought you liked it rough since you never said anything.” he apologized and suddenly his eyes went wide. “Was I too rough the whole time? Did I hurt you this whole time?” he said and his voice sounded a few octaves higher feom shock. “Oh baby no!” you backtracked immediately as you saw that your prank backfired. “I was joking. I was just joking.” you ensured him but he shook his head. “No, you need to tell me stuff like this. You can’t keep it to yourself just because you think my feelings will get hurt. Your safety is more important than…”
“Hoseok it was a joke! I pranked you!” you interrupted him and pressed your palm against his mouth to make him shut up. “I was just trying to get a reaction out of you. It’s a trend that’s going around.” you explained and leaned down to his ear,”I love it when you take me rough and ruthless all night long.” you purred and your hot breath against his ear gave him goosebumps. Suddenly he flipped you over and was hovering over you. “I’ll show you rough and ruthless.”
Park Jimin
Jimin came into the living room after he changed into something comfy and let himself fall right onto the couch next to you. He laid his head in your lap and you brushed your fingers through his hair. “Min.” you called him and he opened his eyes. “I feel like you could’ve been nicer to me today.” you said and he let out a tired chuckle. “What do you mean?” he asked and closed his eyes again. “Just that you could’ve been nicer.” you said and he turned onto his back and opened his eyes to look up at you. “Babe I haven’t seen you in a week. Let alone today. I literally came home two hours ago.” he explained and tried to understand what you were getting at. “How could I have been not nice?” he asked and was about to blow your cover but you suddenly forgot about the prank. “You’re right. I almost never see you. There is no time for nice things.” you said under your breath and your sudden change in mood made him sit up and look at you. “Hey.” he said to grab your attention and you looked at him. You chuckled sadly and shook your head. “Nevermind. I was trying to prank you but it kind of backfired. Forget about it. You’re tired. You should rest.” you said and patted your legs to signal him to lay back down.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked and you sighed. “No! No, of course not.” you said and took his hand into yours. “I just missed you. And you rubbing in that you’re almost never around didn’t make it better.” you explained and he chuckled while wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to him. “You accused me of not being nice.” he said and kissed the top of your head. You poked his tummy and he laughed. “It was supposed to be funny.” you said now realizing that it was just stupid. “It’s funny now.” he laughed and you rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” you pouted and he tightened his hug while you felt his chest vibrate from his laughter.
