Warning: hardcore impregnation kink, possession, dirty talk, vaginal sex, basically a major creampie bro.
A/N: I’m going through major baby fever, so please enjoy my imagination
You felt Jungkook’s hands press roughly into your hips as he pounded you from behind. The sound of your husband’s groans and whiny sounds filling the air as your face was pushed into the mattress.
“You like the way that feels baby?“ He asked as you gripped onto your marital sheets. You tried to nod, your words failing you but your back being bent unnaturally stopping you. “Oh god baby” He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him. You squeezed around him again unconsciously causing him to buck harshly into you, the angle causing him to kiss the base of your cervix, a shiver running down your spine as you let out a wanton moan. The movement caused Jungkook to pause. You grew worried and tried looking back only to see the man you called yours with his eyes shut, head tilted as you watched him breathe through his nose heavily almost as if to keep himself sane. You called out to him with a weak call of his name catching his attention breaking him from the trance he was in, you watched his eyelids open slightly, his usual coffee coloured eyes now a lustful black eyeing your sweaty body.
“fuck” He let out as his eyes moved from you to where the both of you were joined, his cock twitching slightly at the filthy ideas running through his head. “Look forward again for me baby” He breathed out, his voice an octave deeper causing a submissive whine to catch at your throat before turning. His hands gripped your hips even rougher, this time his nails digging into your skin before pulling his hips back slowly and bucking back into you, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated this before your body started fluttering around him again and all his thoughts began to slip from his mouth.
“Fuck baby wanna fill you up so badly, so f-fucking badly” He moaned as he pounded into you roughly. You moaned in response which only urged him on even more.
“Wanna cum so deep in you baby, wanna fill you with my seed pretty girl” He rambled as he threw his head back losing himself in you. “Jungkook please” You whined not knowing what you were even asking for.
“You want it too baby hmm? want me to fill you up and knock you up?” He pressed, his words sending a shock into your system at the thought of him getting you pregnant. It’s not like you both hadn’t talked about it, babies were a subject you just both silently agreed on that when it happens, it happens and apparently for Jungkook it needed to happen now. “God beautiful I’m gonna put a baby in you, would you like that hmm? like my cock hitting your womb baby” He asked, his voice straining at the end.
“Answer me baby, wanna hear you say it” He groaned as his hand sneaked between your thighs and started began rubbing harshly at your clit. You tried to figure out what was going on in your head but the mixture of Jungkook’s fingers pressed against your clit and his cock hitting your cervix was too much for you. You could feel your climax literally on the tip of your tongue but the thought was stopped the minute you felt a harsh slap on your clit sending your hips to jolt forward. “Baby-I told you-to answer me” He punctuated with harsh thrusts. You gasped, your eyes filling with tears as you tried lifting your head to give him what he wanted.
“J-jungkook please, fill me with your cum, want your b-baby in me, make me yours” You gasped out, his shit eating grin practically beaming even if you couldn’t see it.
“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine” He growled, his fingers back on your clit his hips angling to press even deeper into you. “Can’t wait to show you off, all big and round with my baby” He whined, his orgasm catching up to him as yours hit you. Now you’ve never experienced a vaginal orgasm but with the way Jungkook’s cock hit the end of you, your body just went into overdrive. You felt like it was everywhere, causing your body to shake underneath Jungkook like a leaf in an aggressive wind. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him aggressively had Jungkook growling as hips forced his cock into you. “Gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum and fill you. take it, fucking take it- Fuck!” He let out as he pressed into you till you could practically feel him in your stomach, The heat of his orgasm filling you to breaking point. You let out small whines as Jungkook moved his hips slowly milking his orgasm “so deep, so fucking deep” He whispered as he watched his softening cock fuck his cum back into you.
“You good baby?” He asked breathless as he fell down next to you. You slumped your body down, wincing at the aftershock. “Ask me again in nine months” You breathed still catching your breath, your eyes closing but not missing the way he beamed at your words.
Extra
“Kook, what did you do to Y/N, she looks so pale lately” Hoseok asked as he plopped down next to the younger, the boys weekly catch up at your home.
“Yeah, I offered her the left over eggs from my plate and she literally gagged and ran off” Jin pitched in as snatched the remote away from Taehyung before scolding him.
BTS scenario/reaction - Sex/Sexual acts while one is asleep
Warning: blowjobs, sex with the unconscious, consensual sex, female oral, fingering.
Smut under the cut
Namjoon
It was clear you had tried to wait for him but they’d been delayed
You’d fallen asleep in sexy lingerie
A book by your side and reading glasses askew on your face
Mouth ajar with a little drool
You still looked undeniably sexy all dressed up or rather down for him
He placed your book to the side careful to keep your page
He slipped the glasses away desperate not to wake you before having a little fun
You had had an agreement for a long time that he could touch you however and whenever he liked provided there was no safe word used.
He turned you gently onto your back and spread your legs wide enough for him to lie in between
He slides your panties out of the way and flattens his tongue against your folds
You start to stir as he sucks on your clit and pumps one finger into you
“Hi Jagi, sorry I’m late.”
You don’t get a chance to respond before he is diving back in to make you moan for him
Seokjin
The clingiest man when he comes back from tour
Wants to do everything with you and for you
Cockwarming was something you did a lot during this time
An extra layer of intimacy you could share
Working from home, watching TV, playing video games
However this is the first time you’ve tried whilst asleep
Cuddly sleepers anyway it made sense
Until you’re awoken by his thrusts
Once you figured out what was actually happening you couldn’t help but be turned on
Jin was still asleep
Some wet dream being lived out in real time
You roll so he is on his back
Riding him through the dream and kissing his bare chest until he comes to
He doesn’t open his eyes, but you know the moment he wakes as his thrusts go from shallow languid rolls to deep forceful jolts
“What a wonderful way to wake up” he murmurs after finishing
Yoongi
You worked out early on in the relationship the best way to wake Yoonig up and not have to deal with a grump was a blowjob
He’d worked through the night again
Fast asleep his mixing desk
You squeeze yourself into the space underneath the table and unzipped his shorts
It’s so routine now that you can free him without him so much as stirring
You pump your hand along his hardening length before leaning in to kiss the tip
His breathing hitched as you tongued his slit his eyes flickering at the sensation
You could tell he was close to consciousness when he started to moan
His hands laced into your hair just as you took the last inch down your throat
“Good morning, Princess” his voice was still heavy with sleep
The sound mixed with the way he was petting your hair made you moan around his cock
Moments later he came undone deep down your throat.
Hoseok
Hobi was awoken by all your wriggling
At first he thought you were having a nightmare…
Until you moaned his name
He pulled back the covers to reveal your hand inside your pjs trying to provide some relief
Being the wonderful caring boyfriend he is, he thought he should lend a hand
He carefully removed your hand chuckling a little as you whimpered change your nose at the loss of friction
He cuddled close nibbling your ear lobe as his hand replaces yours
Your features straighten out again when he applies pressure to your clit
He whispers dirty words in your ear to influence your dreams
Dirty girl, so needy for me even in your dreams
Gonna come for me without even knowing
So wet for me
You mumble back “For you.” And Hobi has to check that you’re still asleep
You are
He gets more daring leaving his thumb on your clit and sliding his index finger through your folds dipping it inside
He thrusts the digit shallowly
Enjoying the little ‘o’ your mouth forms when he plays with a second finger
Every noise you make his music to his ears
He keeps his eyes on your face
Adding a third finger inside and curling each one as you stretch
The only change in you is the pleasure on your face
You cum in your sleep and Hobi isn’t sure he has ever seen anything sexier
He pulls his hand away and licks it clean taking note of how heavy a sleeper you are
Jimin
You awaken from your nap very disorientated feeling the heat pulling in the pit of your stomach and hands kneading your spread thighs
You can’t help the scream you release when you see the dark head of hair between your legs Jimin’s face peaks up smirking at you, lips covered in your cum
“Fucking hell Chim! You scared the fuck outta me” You half heartedly smack the side of his head
He was blonde when he left this morning
“Sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks before reattaching his plump lips to your clit and sucking like his life depended on it
Two fingers scissor inside you
You’re not sure how long he’s been going at it but judging by the knot pulling in your stomach you wouldn’t need to go for much longer
The orgasm shudders through you
Thoroughly fucked out and oversensitive you hear the sound of a zipper
“My turn” he chimes lining himself up and you groan loving the overstimulation so soon
Taehyung
He woke so needy and desperate
In his half-asleep state he does the only logical thing
He put his leg across your sleeping body and starts using you for relief
You wake up when it starts to feel like you’re on a boat
You are unsurprised to find Tae with lidded eyes rolling his hips against your leg impatiently waiting for you to wake up
He has a way of asking for what he wants with actions and not words
You roll your eyes as he nudges into your arm
His boxy smile lights up his face when you agree
You rollover pressing your bum into him having forgone panties in favour of a long T shirt
He fingers you slowly for a while the motion relaxing enough to lull you back into a shallow sleep
Once he’s satisfied with your stretch, he hooks your leg over the top of him and lines himself up to you and rocks gently, finally content
Jungkook
It starts as a drunken bet between friends with benefits
“I bet I could make you cum in my sleep” he sounds so cocky
“But wouldn’t I be doing all the work? That would make you a glorified sex toy Hun.”
“OK, I bet I could make you cum in your sleep then”
“Without me waking up?.. You’re on”
Weeks go by and you forget but he doesn’t, plotting his time
You’d fallen asleep on his sofa after movie night and everyone else had already gone home
Through all the guys talking (and him accidentally hitting your head against the door frame when he moved you to bed)
It was now or never
He was careful removing your jeans scared to lose he hates losing
He starts tentatively rubbing your clit and watching your face for every reaction
The longer it goes on the braver he gets
Pinching your clit
Watching his index finger into you and feeling for the spot he knows drives you crazy
Your eyes flutter but you stay asleep
Finally he peels his gaze from your face to the matter hand
Just seeing how what you are for him gets him ridiculously wound up
All caution thrown to the wind as the blood from his brain go southbound
He slotted himself between your legs
Lapping hungrily at the juices
Diving his tongue in when he needed more
He ground himself against the bed seeking friction
Two fingers in
Sucking desperately at your clit
He felt you start to tense, a sign you’re as close as he had managed to get himself
He came in his pants as he felt you release on his face
Panting for breath he was a little relieved that you haven’t seen how easily he’d come all over himself…
pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader
summary:Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can’t take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (coughwith some Yoongi)
’journey (to the dick)’ au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem
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“Yah!”
Smack!
“What? Ah, f-fuck!”
“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.
You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.
Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.
“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”
You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.
“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”
You could hearhis exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?
“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”
Smack! “Why–” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”
Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.
“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”
“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.
The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.
The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.
“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…
Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”
“We’ll see about that.”
You hung up on him.
“I gotta go.”
Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.
“Afterthis one.”
“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”
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“I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you’re fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“Zzzzzzz – guh!”
Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.
“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”
“Yah!”
“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”
Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.
You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.
He was making the most of it while you were distracted.
“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”
You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.
“You know what punishments are.”
He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.
“Where do you think you’re looking?”
Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.
“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.
Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”
You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.
He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.
“W… Want it…”
You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.
“Look at me.”
You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.
Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.
“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.
Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.
Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.
“F… Fuck…”
The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.
“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.
You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.
“Only one way to find out.”
And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.
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“Whose face am I looking at?”
“Obviouslymine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”
You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”
Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”
“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.
“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how Ilook very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.
“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.
You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.
You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.
“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”
Namjoon knew that. Obviously.
Your eyes widened.
He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.
“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”
You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.
“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”
He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.
“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”
Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon’s wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.
Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.
“We haven’t even started.”
Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.
“Already?” he teased.
You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.
“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”
“I – gah, d-don’t…”
But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.
“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.
You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.
“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”
He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.
“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”
Eh, you’ll take it.
You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.
“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.
You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.
You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.
Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”
You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.
He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”
“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.
He chuckled.
“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”
Oops, he got ya.
You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.
“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.
“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”
Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.
“N… Namjoon-ah…”
“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”
You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.
You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.
Shivers up and down your spine.
“Say it.”
You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.
“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.
Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.
“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruinme.”
The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.
You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.
“Told you, hyung.”
His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.
Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–
Too late.
“Oh,f-fuck!”
You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.
Well.
Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.
“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”
“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”
It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.
“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”
You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!
“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”
You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.
Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.
Surelytheirneighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.
“Seokjin…Namjoon…”
Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.
Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.
Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.
Nice.
“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.
Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.
“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.
“What?!” you roared.
“That’s n-not…!”
Welp.
-
“We still have unfinished business.”
“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”
“Mmm.”
Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.
“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”
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.
¼ of the amazing quartet, i will do the other 3 in due time! i love my queen, i live for her werewolf au, plus there’s always the right mix of angst, fluff, and smut that is always chefs kiss… i super like that although her male characters are so obviously strong they are super soft too then it comes to female leads… and and and theres sort of redemption always for characters like Yoongi in Third Wheeling & Jimin in Bird Cage.
below are my fave fics from this author, but please do go ahead and browse all her works as they are all equally beautiful.
I Waited for You - just because its a Kim Seokjin fic and he’s an alpha!!! maybe i have not explored tumblr properly but i have come across very few Alpha Seokjin stories.
Welcome to Seoul Land - again, just because its a Kim Namjoon fic and werewolf au. my queen did not disappoint! Namjoon is so soft, ima cry…
When it Rain it Pours - i was swooning, a soft Namjoon for a roommate turned lovers…
What’s up Doc - ooohhhhh! soft Yoongi and i love the part where they whispers while waiting for test results, its so cute i swear! but, don’t be fooled coz we are talking about the queen here so the smut is top tier as per usual.
Snowed In&Live, Laugh, Love - bestfriends to lovers stories featuring our eternal sunshine Hoseok. imagine Hoseok telling his girlfriend that his best friend means the most to him in the world!!! if that is not in love i dont know what.. but, Hoseok in our queens story is amazing.
Siver & Blue - alpha Taehyung with lots of smuts, what else can you ask for?
➬ 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
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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!
Contains:Pegging, dirty talk, spanking, the use of butt plug, praise kink, ass play, hand job
Word count:2545
AU: Royal AU
A/N:Part 1 of the Her Beloved Consorts series! The stories are loosely connected by the persona of the Empress-reader and, of course, take place in the same universe.
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As you waited for his arrival, you settled comfortably on the enormous wooden chair that stood behind the worktable. No wonder he had to have such sizeable seat – Seokjin was a substantial young man after all. He must’ve felt powerful sitting here, you were sure of that. Maybe even as powerful as you felt sitting on your throne.
Looking around the room briefly, you chuckled seeing how organized everything was in here: all the papers neatly arranged, even the gaps between the writing utensils were perfectly equal. There was no doubt it was Seokjin’s work space.
You heard his footsteps just before the door opened wide, and Seokjin walked in immediately taking up half of the space with his very presence, not to mention with his body.
“Your Majesty,” he said going down on one knee in front of you and bowing his head with utmost respect.
You always liked how he placed his right hand on his heart only when greeting you – a gesture reserved only for you with a deeper meaning behind it. While greeting the rest of your family, Seokjin was simply placing his left hand on his chest. An incurable romantic, that general of yours.
“General Kim,” you answered with a smile and motioned for him to stand up.
Even though you were sure he must’ve run here, he wasn’t even slightly out of breath. His well-fitted uniform emphasized his silhouette, and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find even a single fault in it – Seokjin always looked exemplary, just like a face of your army should. His long cloak always made him appear even bigger than he already was, its colour fitting his golden complexion perfectly. You often wondered how dangerous he must seem to others: he was after all not only physically large and clearly muscled but also had that charismatic aura that made people tremble in fear in front of him. His gentle side was reserved for your eyes only.
“You must be wondering why I summoned you, general. To your own study on top of that,” you mused placing your chin on your hand.
“I admit I’m curious about the reason, but I believe it must have been an important issue, Your Majesty,” Seokjin answered with the softest of smiles.
His whole face brightened from that, and you felt your chest tighten a little at the very sight – you loved seeing him smile. Indeed, that vulnerable expression was reserved only for you, as usually his face was looking rather cold. He was a great beauty but in a chic yet cool way that was only emphasized by his straightforward personality.
“Well,” you smirked mischievously as you stood up from your seat.
A deep blush bloomed on Seokjin’s cleanly shaved cheeks, and he swallowed thickly seeing a well-known object: a thick phallus made of perfectly smooth glass was fastened to your hips with leather straps. He shifted uncomfortably trying to discreetly adjust his cock in his pants but to no avail: you could already see the outline of his length appearing on the soft fabric. Seokjin must have been aware of that fact too as he glued his stare to the floor clearly avoiding your eyes.
“If you’d be that kind, general Kim, and come here,” you gestured nonchalantly to the space next to you, deciding not to address his visibly growing problem.
Still looking down he approached you, stopping mere centimetres away from your body. The dildo brushed his thigh to which he blushed beautifully and bit his plump lower lip. No matter how many times you have already played this game, he was still shy about it.
“Aren’t you gorgeous, my love,” you said in hushed voice, looking up at him in awe.
You couldn’t help but smile lovingly as you took one of his large hands into both of your smaller ones to press a soft kiss to his knuckles. When you kissed his soft lips, Seokjin moaned your name sweetly before kissing you back. You’d never get bored with kissing him, you were sure of that. As you moved away slowly Seokjin sighed quietly, looking at you from under his long eyelashes with such raw emotions in his eyes that your breath was caught up in your throat.
“Your Majesty,” he breathed out making the tension in the room even more noticeable.
You understood the politically problematic situation you were in as the Empress: you had to take consorts to create new alliances and improve the already existing ones. People around you advised you to be indifferent towards those men, telling you that they don’t matter much but such attitude enraged you – you weren’t this kind of person. You believed that it was your duty to give every single one of them your attention, in more ways than one.
“Bend over the table,” you commanded brushing his sharp jaw line with your lips.
“Y–Your Majesty I have an inspection,” Seokjin choked out bashfully but nevertheless threw his head back to give you better access to his long neck.
“What kind of?” you asked gently pushing him towards the wooden furniture.
Before he knew it, Seokjin was already laying down on his stomach on the hard tabletop, and you were pushing his heavy cloak to the side. Your hands wandered over his clothed thighs and back, marvelling over the sturdy muscles sculptured by years of intense training.
“There–there is a unit that was making trouble recently, and I need to, no, I have to inspect it, Your Majesty,” he panted out pressing his forehead against the solid wood.
“And I have to inspect your beautiful backside, general Kim,” you shrugged with a smirk while tugging his pants down to expose said backside.
“And let me tell you, general Kim, that it’s also a matter of great importance.”
He was clearly embarrassed: the back of his neck and the tips of his ears were crimson now, and you could feel arousal coiling in your belly already. You couldn’t help but slap the back of his thick thigh slightly to which Seokjin groaned your name. Your precious general; ever so proper with the protocol, yet he was always moaning your actual name when he was losing it – just thinking about it made your pussy clench. The power you had over that man was absolutely delighting.
“You’re so good, general Kim, always ready for me,” you sighed spreading his ass cheeks to take a better look on a sizeable pink diamond sitting between them.
You liked seeing him in pink as it made his honey-like complexion stand out beautifully while emphasizing his golden brown eyes. A silver butt plug decorated with a gem definitely wasn’t a common gift for a lover, but you were never the one to settle for ordinary. It was absolutely thrilling to know that he was wearing it all this time and even more thrilling to imagine how full he must have feel because of that.
“You’re also naughty, my dear. Walking around with such a pretty thing in your tight hole, giving orders and having inspections. What’d your soldiers say to that?”
You grabbed the end of the plug and slowly pulled it out only to push it back inside and hit his prostate. Seokjin groaned, his hands grabbing the edge of the worktable tightly. You worked him open thoroughly, mindful of the fact that you were preparing him for a much bigger toy that the one you were currently using.
“I–I don’t know, Your Majesty,” he managed to choke out between taking quick and shallow breaths.
“Bet they’d love to see their general taking it in the ass from their magnificent Empress,” you chuckled as you took the plug out entirely and placed it on the side.
“Bet they’d want to take it from the Empress too,” Seokjin answered in a playful tone, even turning slightly to wink at you with that sweet smile of his.
“Well, it’s not like I’d decline their request,” you said nonchalantly positioning the tip of your glass cock in front of his entrance.
In the meantime you poured a generous amount of oil on it but just in case you spread the substance between his cheeks too. Seokjin pushed back against your fingers, as if trying to slip them inside somehow. With a scoff you slapped his ass with your clean hand and moved it to his hip.
“Are you ready, my dear?”
“For you always, Your Majesty,” he moaned softly as your cock has already started to stretch his hole.
Even though you took your time with the preparation he still felt the burn; pleasure mixed with pain in his mind. After you bottomed out, you waited patiently for him to get used to it. He was breathing heavily as you massaged his lower back soothingly with your clean hand.
“It’s–It’s fine, Your Majesty. Please, move,” Seokjin finally said in a trembling voice, his shoulders visibly tense under the fine linen shirt.
“Are you sure, love?” you asked leaning forward slightly to place a gentle kiss between his clothed shoulder blades.
That simple gesture seemed to have a calming effect on him as his muscles slowly started to relax. With a small smile you rubbed your face into the soft fabric breathing his scent in and making him sigh sweetly. It took a few more minutes for the tension to leave his body as your hands wandered over his body in a sensuous manner.
“Your Majesty,” Seokjin said in a slightly hoarse voice.
“Yes?” you asked simply as your nails gently scratched the back of his thigh.
“Fuck me, please,” he hummed changing his footing slightly to stand firmer and grabbing the edge of the table tightly.
“As you wish, general Kim.”
Your muscles were hurting a little from standing in such position for quite some time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at the moment. You were about to turn you precious consort into a fucking mess, so you’ll worry about the cramps later. There are priorities in life, after all.
“Good God, Your Majesty,” Seokjin yelped as you grabbed his slim hips firmly and started to pound into him unceremoniously.
“What is it, love? Didn’t you just ask me to fuck you?” you panted out slightly out of breath as the dildo moved in and out his flushed hole in a rather fast pace.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned in the answer which made you smirk.
Your grunts of effort mixed with his soft whimpers, moans and occasional begs, and if you weren’t already wet, those little sounds he was making made you completely soaked. Slowing down just a little you reached around to curl the fingers of your oil-slicked hand around his shaft.
“Oh, Your Majesty, you’re making me feel so good,” he groaned pushing back against you.
“Aren’t I always?” you chuckled in the answer as your hand started to move slowly up and down his swollen shaft.
“Your cock must be so pretty right now, general Kim. Curious what’d your subordinates said if they walked into is like that,” you mused thumbing his sensitive slit.
“They–They’d probably think that I look–that I look gorgeous, Your Majesty,” he moaned out spreading his legs wider for you.
“And they wouldn’t be wrong. After all, I don’t fuck with just anyone, I take only the best,” you purred snapping your hips into his while speeding up the tempo of the movement of your hand.
You knew very well how he liked for his cock to be played with: your grip firm yet not too tight, your strokes flowing, a little twist of wrist from time to time around the swollen head – it all made him go nuts. Feeling your hands all over his body, your sweet perfume filling his nose, your soft body pressed flush against his – he loved it, he loved you.
“Lean against me,” you murmured burring your cock as deep as you could, making him moan loudly in the answer – you must have struck his prostate.
Seokjin stood up slowly, his legs trembling ever so slightly as he obediently followed your command. Pressing your face into his muscled back you didn’t waste time and cupped his balls with your free hand. He was moaning your name sweetly along with pleas and praises as you worked on bringing him to his orgasm with both of your hands. While you fondled his sack carefully, he fucked your tightly clenched hand as fast as he could without hurting himself in the process.
“I’m–I’m coming, Your Majesty,” he cried out just before white ropes of cum shot out from his slit, sticky substance covering the table-top and some papers that laid on it.
You stroked his cock until he pleaded for you to stop. To be honest you wanted to push him further than that, but you had to stop yourself – Seokjin was a busy man after all. That little swing you just pulled was risky enough, and you were quite surprised that none came for him yet. You suspected that everyone already knew what’s going on and simply decided to pretend that they, in fact, didn’t have the faintest idea. As much as you wanted to fuck him up, you couldn’t do so in the middle of the day when he still had work to do.
“How are you feeling, love?” you asked carefully withdrawing the dildo before swiftly unbuckling the leather straps and putting it aside.
“A little dizzy,” Seokjin murmured quietly before turning towards you and hugging you tightly.
“Please, give me a moment, Your Majesty.”
You simply hugged him back in the answer, not caring about anything else beside his warm embrace. When he finally moved away, you were about to help him put his pants back, but a mischievous idea sparked in your mind.
“If you’d be that kind and bend over for me for a second, love,” you said sweetly motioning towards the chair that stood next to him.
When he did so, you crouched and carefully spread his cheeks to take a look at his flushed hole. As it was still covered in oil, you had no problem with slipping the butt plug back inside him. He let out a breathy moan when it entered him but, sadly, you didn’t have time to play with him some more. Instead, you stood up, pulled his pants up and took a step back.
“Off to go,” you said slapping him ass briefly.
“T–Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said in a strangled voice before straightening up and smartening himself up.
“I’ll take my leave then. Duty calls, after all.”
You couldn’t help but smirk – his way of walking was a little stiff, and it made you weirdly proud to know that it was all because of your doings. You briefly looked at his worktable and chuckled to yourself – someone would have to clean this mess. There was no way the whole palace wouldn’t know what happened here at the end of the day.
“Think about me,” you called after him in a clearly amused voice.
“There’s no doubt I’ll, Your Majesty,” he murmured bashfully in the answer before leaving the room.
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.
Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook
Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU
Summary: All Jin can think to do is try and kiss it all better.
Word count: 7.6k
Tags/ warnings: blood is mentioned a lot, lots of crying, angst/ comfort (it’s more comfort), fluffy-ish, violence (but its deserved), the pain if finally over, hybrid mistreatment, me thinks that is all
Notes: second to last chapter lets gooooo. i also planned for like super soft smut in the next chapter, like a cute way to end the series but oh my god the cringe, jail time, will never see the light of day. so idk if there will be which im pissed about and i’m too scared to ask someone for help :’( and i’m shy but i’m open to suggestions! i’ve also been stressed because i have to write a graduation speech and my brain has fully stopped working so this chapter is a lil late and i’m a tiny bit unhappy with it because i feel like something is missing but my brain is fried.
⏤ : you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts. enemies to lovers au
⏤ : seokjin x reader
⏤ : fluff, smut, slight angst
⏤ : 18k
⏤ : intense make out session, some heavy petting, public foreplay, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, soft dom!Jin, biting/marking (hickeys), food play, use of peach syrup where it shouldn’t be used (don’t do that), slight nipple play, pussy eating, cum eating, virgin!reader, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, bbc seokjin aka bIG beautiful cock, creampie, cum play
⏤ / : hello children,, look at this fucking bullshit? u see that 18k smh. that means altogether peach parfait is like 37k yikes but anyway!!! hope you enjoy!!! unedited because its 5:30am and that shit is 8k yikes
Two days later, you find yourself still locked up in your apartment. Thankfully, you had a two-week-long break before the inevitable final exams that were rearing its head. You quickly glanced at your calendar, anxiousness settling into your bones as you realised your final exams were only three weeks away and then you’d be done with your training and hopefully a fully qualified chef. The single rose catches your eye and a different type of nervousness settles deep within your abdomen, your stomach flipping. You turn back to the bowl of batter sitting in front of you, thoughts of Seokjin once again running through your mind. Just as you’re about to scoop batter into the cupcake tray, there’s a knock on your door.
“It’s open,” you call as you return to your task of scooping the batter into cupcake cases.
“Kind of stupid to just leave your door open don’t you think? Any stranger could walk in and I don’t know… murder you,” Jungkook says as he enters your apartment, Taehyung and Jimin following in toe.
“Woah, is everything okay?” Jimin asks as he steps into your kitchen. You look up at the boys, your hair a mess, stray hairs everywhere and looking marginally frazzled.
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Though Alice ‘Y/N’ Liddell is overshadowed, and she doesn’t seem to think much of it, she yearns for a world which notices her- gives her a chance- a part of her wanting for a turn to be on the pedestal. But of course, nothing can change that-
Or can it?
One chance encounter with a boy with bunny ears and a strange hole, and she arrives at the world of Wonderland- a world of magic, mystery and madness.
What more when everyone seems determined to capture her heart?
➠ Genres: Fluff, angst, mystery, fantasy, isekai (going to another world), alice in wonderland!au
➠ Rating: PG-15
➠ Triggers Ahead: Hints of creepy/obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, reader’s manhandled, stolen kiss (?), violence and weapons, physical fights, suggestive dialogues, confusion, madness
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“Warning!In entering this game, be warned, dear player. You are an outside force, imposing your will on this world. You may have great power, but this power only comes once. Use it as you wish- whether you wish to control the story, or let it consume you. You may choose to leave the story, the world, without an end, or you may also stay, and search for the true end.
Here, it is your choice that matters. If you believe in this world, they will exist in your head. It will be up to you to direct the story however you want- because, in the end, if there was no Alice, then there would be no Wonderland. Wonderland comes into existence because of the person named Alice- and so this story will be if you choose to exist in it.”
You find your attention focused on the cup before you, a thread of hesitation running through you at the sound of your older sister’s voice. Lorina seems as beautiful as ever, really. The sunlight luminates her features, giving her an ethereal glow.
Fingers pin back the stray hair behind your ear, and you idly wonder how much you pale in comparison. Ah well. At least, in this moment, seated at the tea party, that your family is best known for… even if no one is there to witness it but you both, no fault can be found in your manners, an unachievable hunger for perfection having long been instilled in you.
After all, that is the expectations set on you as a daughter of the Liddell family. Or rather, not just from your family, but also from the noble society. Intelligent, beautiful, refined. To always be a lady in every way.
Still, no matter how well you hold yourself, you muse as you take a sip of your tea, it’s not like it will ever matter. It’s quite simple if you think about it- when everyone’s eyes are already turned to someone else, there won’t be any left to glance your way.
Which is fine, really. No one might acknowledge your success, but your failures go unseen as well. To anyone else, those words might seem bitter or jealous, but you know yourself that you say it with relief. You do not ever want to be in Lorina’s position, where everybody pays attention to her every move.
You don’t, you think to yourself. You really don’t.
“… -ice? Dear? Alice?”
You snap back to attention at her voice. Gently setting down the cup in your hands, you finally address the elephant in the room with a deep breath, unable to bear it anymore.
“Lorina, dear sister-” you pause, trying to find the right way to say it without hurting her feelings. “I’ve missed you terribly,” you start. “To be able to see you again in person is a pleasure, but- I worry about your health, coming to see me when you must have pressing matters to attend to.”
Lorina’s face brightens in that moment, to your surprise. “Alice, dear, for an important matter such as this, I simply could not wait to tell you- other matters can wait,” she beams, clasping her hands together.
“An important matter…?” You echo, confused. You’d received no prior notices or any hints as to what your sister is talking about. Your brows furrow, a puzzled frown lacing your expression. At your reaction, she only seems to smile even more, excitement showing.
“Yes, you see- my engagement with Malchin has been approved by mother and father!”
Ah.
Malchin. Lorina’s suitor of four years. A name you hoped you wouldn’t hear for the rest of your life. You exhale discreetly, trying to keep up a pretense of happiness, if only for Lorina’s sake.
“Really?” You smile at her. “Congratulations, Lorina!”
She giggles, and in the setting of the golden afternoon sun, Lorina glows. Happiness suits your sister, or rather, it always has. “There was nothing more that we wanted than to bring you the news in person. As my sister, you know how much he cares for you! He was just as excited to tell you this as I was- oh, we came straight here without notice… I’m sorry, Alice dear,” she suddenly murmurs, brows furrowing. You can’t help but frown as you hear her words, especially at the mention of him.
Even so, Lorina’s guilty face prompts you to answer her, so you keep the smile plastered on your face. “It’s alright. Why would I ever refuse a visit from my beloved older sister? … and from my ever so wonderful future brother-in-law,” you add hastily, in case she notices.
“What a relief then, for there’s nothing more I’ve wanted since our last meeting, than to see you again,” another voice joins the conversation- and your grip on the cup tightens, the necklace around your neck sitting colder than ever before.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Soft, caramel eyes that twinkle, a chiselled face, white-blond locks and sharp yet features that soften as he smiles, a being you’d only be able to picture in the novels you read, Malchin, the subject of your conversation, joins your tea party.
Foreign, a history shrouded in mystery, and yet impossibly skilled with diplomacy, Malchin is the picture perfect fiance for a daughter of your house. Yet even so, you find him to be someone you want nothing to do with. If you were to speak honestly, his words were seeping poison and his presence a headache.
Sometimes, you ponder over what made Lorina like him so much- but in the end, you aren’t in a position to do anything about it. After all, that has long been a tradition of your house. A Liddell journeys on her own to choose a suitor of her liking.
And Lorina, for some reason you will never understand, has chosen Malchin.
Looking up, you see his lips set in a smile as he faces you. And as always- the moment that your eyes meet, Malchin pauses, before his eyes turn too piercing, a trace of unexplained deep fondness becoming visible. Of course, he’s always been rather…affectionate towards you, and even if you found it uncomfortable in the past, nothing comes close to the tension you can feel it building up to right now.
You immediately avert your gaze when his lingers for too long to be considered appropriate, heart beating fast. Taking your cue as what it is, he starts walking- to Lorina, you hope, not wanting to be near him in any way.
When he’s about to pass by you, you tense, your focus entirely on your plate, there’s nowhere else you’d rather look-
You shudder as you feel the brush of his hand tuck away a loose strand of your hair, before his voice resounds.
“You look stunning, as always, dear Alice,” his voice is near shy of a purr, and you wrack your brains for a suitable response, your hackles raised. His next sentence comes out lower, and if you were sitting anywhere else, you might not have heard it. As it is, you have the front seat for his theatrical acts.
“Any man, if he were to see you, would fall in love immediately.”
“T-Thank you for the compliment,” your words come out stilted, and you almost stutter. What he means by it, you don’t want to contemplate too deeply into it. You should look at him as you respond, but- no. “A roundabout way to tell of how Lorina’s beauty captivated you deeply?” You redirect his words to your sister immediately with a false giggle. “After all, I’ve been told I am the picture perfect copy of Lorina. Really… you are as charming as always, Malchin.”
Guessing by his expression, he’s caught off-guard, if only for a second. Lorina’s shy giggle rings in your ears. His pupils dilate before he bursts into a sweet smile too, one that could never make someone paint him as the demon he is under that mask of his.
“Of course Lorina is very beautiful, and so are you, dear Alice,” he chuckles, laugh airy and soft and oh-so-toxic it makes you want to run, red sirens going off in your head. “If a man sees two flowers growing ever so beautifully, is it not his duty to state what they are? And if he likes one so much, enough to want it for himself…”
The feel of a hand subtly gliding through your hair makes you squirm- just a little, you’ve been trained not to show discomfort- and you keep the tight smile on your face, though it strains the longer he stays near you.
It seems mercy has finally come upon you though, as Malchin finally strides over to Lorina, slowly as if he seems reluctant, seating himself beside her- though not without fleeting overly fond looks your way as well. You try not to meet his gaze as often as you can, though you can’t imagine just how or why Lorina can stand this. She can see it, can’t she? It’s frustrating, truly frustrating and as Lorina chimes happily with a, “Alice, dear, more snacks?”-
You find yourself looking at her and trying to ignore the person on the side. It doesn’t help that the table is small, just enough to fit two people, and Malchin’s addition has made it incredibly crowded as he sits beside you. When his knees brush over yours- you almost jump. Your mind tells you to escape, but how?
Not even three minutes and all you want to do is leave.
You send a soft smile (or what you hope is one) to her, thinking over the words in your head, unwilling to stay a moment longer-
“Lorina, love-” the brief, fleeting glance your way snaps you out of your trance when ‘love’ rings in your ears, fortunately just in time to hear the next words being spoken, “-we seem to be running out of snacks, shall I call for the maid-?”
“Oh no,” you instantly cut in with an apologetic smile that you hope is believable. “I had the maids leave the garden for today, to give us privacy,” you sigh, looking at Lorina under your lashes as if to imitate the sorry but well-meaning child. Before Malchin or Lorina can speak further, you continue forward.
“Never worry though! Calling for a maid in the mansion is not too much- and besides, I believe you two have some words to speak to each other that I should not be hearing,” you giggle, playing the part of a mischievous, adoring younger sister this time. You see Lorina blush, and Malchin looks at you with amusement. The way his lips tilt in fondness and want, behind the facade makes you all the more relieved you are leaving.
“If it’s not too much,” he softly repeats, a cup raised to his lips, before you see something dart out- and you look away before you have to see more than his tongue pressed over his lips.
You quickly flee away.
If there is anything that gives you comfort right now, it’s the sight of familiar bushes, of familiar roses and hedges that make up the maze in the garden you are in. It’s no secret that the Liddells- your family- are people who indulge in beauty and luxury; the gardens that encircle the lands your family owns only attests to that.
Another thing that reminds you awfully a lot of your high status in society other than the large gardens and your last name is the chain of silver hanging down your neck. It comes down to a tear-shaped red tourmaline, and you faintly remember sitting under a certain tree, thinking of how it looks to be a real tear made of blood. Or perhaps a raindrop, you think idly. All that you know is that it’s a very special heirloom. Sometimes, it still baffles you- why your esteemed mother and father would give it to you, rather than Lorina. After all, it’s apparent that she’s the better child in their eyes.
Still, talking of gardens, this one in particular has been, and always will be, your favorite.
When you round a corner, you smile softly as you reach your destination- the clearing that lies in the very center of the maze. Inside, you see the huge tree that has been a familiar face since you were but a child, the croquet holes that are scattered around, the grass that tickles your legs as you pull up your skirt- the feel of the breeze…
… the… body lying down near the… tree…?
You pause in your steps, confused. Is that a new servant of the manor? It’s the only possible explanation for the unknown person to be sleeping in the garden that you’ve explicitly told them not to sully. You try to keep your temper in check as you stride over to the- boy? No, man- in quick steps, disregarding the danger-
You stop, for the second time, in surprise.
Having crossed the distance between him and you, the image of this sleeping man is now much clearer. Details previously blurred are now all too easy to see. What you thought was a mismatched uniform seems to be something else entirely, his whole outfit something you’ve never seen before. A red coat with an off-white shirt, paired with his white pants makes for an overly bright attire, though the black bow with white speckles does make it more coherent.
But as you look up, you retract all your other thoughts.
It’s the pair of bunny-like ears on his head, huge and brown and floppy that are mismatched with everything you know. How- why? What?
If that’s not enough, as the man shifts in his sleep, the ears twitch, and you let out a small gasp, your curiosity taking over the fear that should have been your first response. Instead of wanting to run away- you find yourself intrigued. Who exactly, or rather- what exactly is this man and why is he sleeping in your garden?
If you’d known what would happen later on, you would have scolded yourself, curiosity be damned. It has always been your one crippling weakness since when you were a child.
But in this moment you crouch, coming closer, tempted to touch his ears and see if they’re real. The man murmurs something in his sleep though, and you find your gaze attracted to his face instead- and you fall even more silent, if that’s possible.
Beautiful.
Where his ears drew your attention before, his face certainly seems to take your breath away just as much. You’ve never seen someone as handsome as him- how do you describe the angel in front of you? Long lashes, the cutest nose, soft pink lips. Now you’re more than sure he isn’t someone from the staff- how could someone with his face work as a mere servant?
Peering down to his wrist, you see a purple gem, a garnet, you realize thanks to the academy’s constant pressure on noble women knowing their gemstones, shining under the glass of the wristwatch, even in the shade of the tree. It’s pretty, very pretty, you think with a soft smile. Befitting his awfully formal attire.
The ears twitch again and you turn to watch with fascination as his nose in turn twitches at the same time. Then his ears flop over, and into your hand-
You bite back the squeal building in your throat at how utterly soft his fur is. Unable to help yourself, you let your hands run over his ears. They’re addicting to touch, and it’s only when you hear the man below you make a sound that you halt to a stop, embarrassment coloring your cheeks red.
What in the hell have you been doing?
Observing someone sleeping without their consent- what more to touch them so casually-?
In a single moment yet again, you seem to have renounced everything you learned back at the academy. The mere thought of it makes you shudder and you hastily move to put distance between the two of you, but-
The hand that grabs your wrist in turn makes you squeak in shock.
“… Who…?”
Huge, doe-like eyes that fittingly make him more handsome stare at you and you find yourself unable to say a word, your heart unable to do anything but beat fast as you find yourself in close quarters with quite one of the strangest strangers you’ve encountered yet.
“A… Alice…?”
Then he immediately grins, and you’re broken out of your trance.
“Oh, I knew you’d come!” He beams at you- even his teeth resemble that of bunnies, you dazedly think- before shuffling closer until your noses are only a breath apart. “I only had to wait, and you’d come back one day. I knew you would. I knewit.”
“Let’s go home!”
“I-I beg your pa-!?” Your words are cut off as he suddenly, effortlessly tugs you close, and in a single move, sweeps you off of your feet. With your body cradled in his arms, your feet left dangling in the air, your head tucked to his chest and his arms tightly holding you, you aren’t given even the slightest bit of leeway to break free.
More than that, all the words in your throat die down as you’re suddenly brought close close close, so close to this (infuriatingly) handsome stranger’s face, such that you can clearly see the mischief in his gaze as he looks at you. There’s a touch of glee in there too, but more than that- ecstasy? Hope? Relief? The myriad of emotions he displays on his face confuses you, but then you stop that line of thinking when you feel him start to move.
“Let me down!” You hiss at him, trying- and failing- to move in any way.
“Why would I?” He asks, an innocently curious note in his voice. The rabbit ears that you’d earlier wondered if true proudly flop in the air, folding over and sometimes standing tall. Just like a real rabbit, you can’t help but notice, before his words sink in and you scowl.
“What do you mean, ’why would I’- for one, you’re basically manhandling me, and another, I’m not whoever you think I am! For both of our sakes, let go of me already, you-!” You squeal when you suddenly notice the hole that has- how, how!? You’d remember if there was a hole like that in your garden, let alone beside the tree’s roots!- appeared, huge and gaping. That’s not what makes your heart drop in fright though-
It’s the fact that it’s pitch black, even under the bright sunlight. It’s as if there’s a wall of some sort that prevents light from passing through, making you want to curl up in fear.
“… I guess you don’t remember, but that’s alright. It’s the rules, after all. When we return, you’ll surely remember me then, won’t you, dear Alice?”
And before you can ask him what that means, or even to ask him where he’s taking you-
-he jumps, and your scream is swallowed by the air as both of you fall down the hole.
You don’t know how long you’ve been falling, though internally you’ve counted at least two minutes, it feels as though an hour has passed instead. The only thing that keeps you grounded is the sensation of arms holding you close. Not even your voice echoes out.
In this space, you feel as though you’re weightless, in a void, enough to daze you that-
‘Let’s play a game, Alice!’
You see a flash of blue, of red, of different colors and there is innocent joy in the laughter that follows. Still, it flutters out of your reach like a butterfly…
- your heart aches. The sudden, sharp pain that makes itself known in your chest makes you gasp silently, scrambling for air as your lungs burn-
-and when you open your eyes again, all you can see is blue.
Blue, reaching as far as your eyes can see, white clouds that hang lazily in the air, the sun hidden behind them… the wind, suddenly loud and screeching in your ears. When you speak, you can barely hear yourself, but having experienced the void, this feels like a blessinginstead.
“What happened!?”
You didn’t mean that question for anyone, if anything it is just the expected reaction for someone who fell into the ground, only to realize they’d somehow gotten from under the ground to above the sky.
Still, your insane captor answers your question. “We’re back in Wonderland!”
Wonderland. Immediately do you feel your heart pound hard and fast, the emotions from before making itself known yet again. An hour ago, you never would have heard about it before in your life, so- why, why was it so…
… familiar?
More than that though, as the blue of the sky makes way for a startling amount of green, you’re reminded of your situation at hand.
“We’re still falling!?” You scream, tugging him closer, the pounding in your heart being replaced by fear, sharp and cold. “We’re going to die at this rate!”
The smell of something surprisingly manly, with a mix of flowers makes itself known, and his voice rings in your ears. “Don’t worry! I won’t ever let you get hurt,” he reassures you, hands cradling you even closer, tucking you into his arms enough that your head is now pressed under his head, your nose brushing against his neck.
The sudden proximity shocks you into silence, and you still. Thinking about it clearly though, as insane and fast-paced as the past few minutes have been, clearly- clearly he would be familiar with this, right? And it’s not as if you know how to make it safely to the ground either.
With that in mind, you gulp, deciding to trust your kidnapper, as infuriating and stupid as it may sound.
Seconds after you think that- you almost let out a gasp as you feel a soft sort of force envelop you both, visibly slowing down your descent- and when you finally open your eyes, you really do let out a gasp.
Below you both is what seems to be a gigantic tower of some sort, the balcony only a few meters away.
“What is that…?” The question falls from your mouth without you even thinking about it, dazed as you are. Yet again your kidnapper happily replies.
“It’s the clock tower- we’re almost there! Just a little bit more, okay, Alice?”
You gulp nervously. Still, it’s obvious to you that if you want to get away, or do anything- you have to reach the ground first, so you remain compliant in his hold until the two of you drop to the balcony.
The second that you hear his feet touch the floor- with a swift kick to his waist, you finally release yourself, although you squeak when instead of cringing in and holding his waist, he holds on to your arm instead and pulls you close, and-
“!?”
-he kisses you.
You freeze.
Soft, warm- and you heart suddenly feels like it could collapse in and of itself, red flooding your face and your movements halted. You can’t even find the words, your eyes wide with shock while his eyes are closed.
And then they flutter open, a flash of something wet across your lips and- you’ve had enough.
If before you held back a little somehow, right now, there’s nothing more you really would like than to just dropkick him off the tower- and with that feeling driving you, you punch him, straight in the gut.
Creep lets out a choked sound, immediately falling to his knees and you grin, but you forget the tight hold he’s kept on your arm, and-
-he pulls you straight down on him, making you hiss as you make contact with what has to be solid muscles, what the-
“-don’t just-!”
“-brat, don’t you know the meaning of eldest first-!”
“-so you’re admitting you’re an old… man..?”
And for what seems to be the nth time of today, you’re given yet another surprise.
This time, in the form of several men bursting through the previously unnoticed door to the tower. At first you notice a man with grey hair and spectacles, but then just as immediately as you see him, he’s pushed to the side by two more men. Both of which are not only fighting, but upon seeing you, immediately fall silent with a shocked gaze.
Still, you’re just as confused… as…
You follow their line of gaze down, down, down, to meet with…
… the eyes of Crazy, who’s- who’s flushedred, eyes wide and a dazed sort of smile on his face, frame trembling and you give up, you really give up, what the hell is going on-
“Jungkook, you little shit!”
All proverbial hell breaks loose as you suddenly find yourself gently but still firmly pulled away, the sudden movement making you dizzy. In the span of two seconds, you find yourself some distance away from Mad, and instead with-
Your eyes widen as you notice the similar looking bunny ears that seemed in fact longer than Crazy’s.
“Are you alright?” If the man before you notices your sudden bewilderment, he doesn’t say anything. He looks at you with worry, lips raised into a heart-shaped pout as he pats you on the head.
“I…” What are you even supposed to say to that question? In the span of what has to be half an hour, you’ve been kidnapped and then thrust into what seems to be another world entirely. Only the fact that panicking would not help is keeping you from bursting into tears. You swallow, coming back to reality when you notice how all too close he is to you. Hastily taking a step back, you smile at him, albeit shakily. “I’m alright, thank you.”
He beams at you, and you’re abruptly reminded of sunshine.
Or maybe it’s his clothes.
Clad in what has to be the strangest fashion you’ve ever seen- nothing is color-coordinated, it looks like the most wonky, tacky thing you have seen in awhile. His rainbow-colored tie clashes badly with the neon green jacket he’s wearing, while his pants- you can’t even figure out if they are jeans or trousers, stripes covering them. The strangest thing yet might be that he actually pulls it off quite well.
One of his large ears is home to a ring sitting on the tip of it, adorning a bright green emerald in the shape of a simple rectangle. It’s beautiful, you find yourself thinking. Very mismatched with his outfit (apart from the jacket), but still… gorgeous.
Oblivious to your inner confusion (and how you’re practically drooling over the gem when it’s not your place to do so), he gives you another smile. “That’s good, I was worried Jungkook did something to you,” he earnestly tells you.
“Technically, he did already steal a kiss,” another one murmurs. You glance over, once again being overwhelmed by how handsome the person speaking is. With hair that seems as though it was spun from silver, the uniform that he wears complements his appearance well, a sword sitting sheathed, ready to strike at any moment. “Though it seems Alice herself doesn’t seem to mind?”
Your eyes settle on the cyan stone- apatite, you dazedly think- fixed in place on the handle of the sword, gleaming and reflecting the sun’s rays. It’s hypnotizing and draws you in, and you would’ve dared to touch it if not for the unwanted attention on each and every single movement of yours.
Your smile stiffens as you register his words moments later into the curious silence. “I don’t believe that can be considered as a kiss, at least on my end,” you reply, your hands clenched around your dress. “It would have to be consensual first.”
“PerhapsI will be the one to first claim a kiss from our Alice then,” you squeak as you suddenly heard a new voice come from beside you- and when you spin around, taking a step backward, you’re met with the face of one of the men from before- boxy grin in place as he unabashedly stares at you with mischief in his eyes. You aren’t quite sure what to say then, speechless from everything that was going on. Too much, too fast.
“Speechless?” He murmurs, his grin turning into a smirk. “Well, I’m not surprised. I do have that effect on people, don’t I?”
“I know you’re confused right now, Alice, but- it’s not that hard to understand. Trust me- we’ll explain everything to you very soon!” Mr Bunny Ears Part 2 says brightly, before frowning as he looks behind you. “Well… as soon as they’re finished.”
It’s only then that you remember the previous events. Turning around, you aren’t quite sure what you were expecting to see. If the men from before were any indication, then the remaining two men would be a sight to see as well.
Still, it doesn’t fail to take your breath away.
A formal outfit, chain of gold with a clock at the end placed neatly on the tuxedo he wore. His hair lightly falls over his face in a side bang, though you can make out his eyes very clearly, with a pair of glasses putting everything together. Smart, is the first thing that came to your mind. Like the sort of person who’d worry over others excessively, you add.
“I mean- you shouldn’t have just kissed her like that.”
“Yeah! What about the ‘everyone gets a chance’ part?” Beside him, the last member of the group finally comes into clear view, huffing the question with a frown.
All that comes into your mind is that he looks like… a king.
The red, fluttering cape behind him, the crown inlaid with gems, the sceptre he currently wields; everything pointed out to a single conclusion. The gem that stands out the most, however, is the red ruby in the middle, charmingly dazzling and basking in the attention of the nature around it. It flickers as you land your eyes on it, finely cut to add to its extravagant flare.
Still, when his words sink into your head, you can’t help wondering if he’s truly a king, or merely wearing clothes like one.
“How are we supposed to lure her in if you hit on her when we aren’t even there? That’s not fair.”
Insane scrunches up his nose, pouting. “It isn’t my fault you’re so slow and old!”
“What did you just say?”
“I said you’re old. Suck it up!”
You bite back the laughter in your throat as you let them settle their argument. You aren’t deficient in the head to intervene without a thought, the situation does not quite require one nor are you comfortable enough to do such a thing.
After all, no matter how friendly these men seem, it is an irrefutable fact that you are in unknown lands. Being excited and careless is the least that you feel you should be. With that, you use the time they argue to observe them instead.
Even if what you’ve been learning so far about them hurts your head instead.
It is only then that Mr Wise seems to remember the situation at hand. Quickly glancing at you, he tries to placate the other two. “Guys, she’s still here-”
“Shut up, Namjoon! I’m being insulted and all you care about is-”
It’s then that his eyes seem to meet you once more, as he stops and stares. “Oh.”
You smile though you feel quite awkward inside, one of the many things you’re experienced in.
In this moment, all attention falls back onto you, and while you’re thankful for the brief opportunity to truly talk and figure out the matter at hand, there’s a certain type of disquiet inside you at having strange, gorgeous men stare at you.
King (you really should learn their names, a part of you murmurs) gives you a faint smirk. “Alice,” he smoothly says your name and- really, that’s another matter that has you on edge. How do these people know your name?
You grip your dress tightly, willing yourself not to show weakness. Curtsying to him, of course- what else are you supposed to do- you open your mouth to introduce yourself, but then-
“I see you know your manners,” he cuts you off, looking quite… pleased? You’re unsure of how to take the tone in his voice. Is he trying to be formal and give you a command, or trying to make you feel at home with the compliment? It isn’t even a compliment, really. The last thing some random strangers as the ones you have stumbled upon would do was make sure you’re comfortable.
…Which you’re not. But they don’t seem to care.
“Unlike some other people,” the last part is added by King in a bitter manner, as he scowls at Insane with a side glance. You are quick to take your mind off of that detail. “Whatever the King orders, you oblige, correct?”
“I- yes, your majesty…?” Your reply is more of a question than an answer, but it seems as if the quick reaction to his words actually made him even more pleased, guessing by the ever-growing smirk of amusement on his face. Should you be scared…?
“Tell me honestly.“ He charges forward as he says, brushing a strand of your hair. You hold your breath, heart palpitations sounding louder in your ears with each beat. The others, unfazed, simply watch.
“Who do you like best from us?”
If not for his steel-cold gaze holding you down, you’d run, run faster than you have ever before. But you’re stuck, frozen, and it’’s not only because of the question he asks, but the way his fingers softly slip through your hair.
Truth be told, you like none of them.
Crazy, is… well, exactly that, completely unhinged and a psychopath. He dared to steal a kiss from your lips- and you had only met him for less than an hour!
And as for the others? Mr Bunny Ears Part 2 is interesting, that was true, a little questionable with his attire but friendly. Perhaps a little toofriendly.
Boxy Grin gently hinted at the same thing Crazy had done. King, the one standing before you rightnow, well… You bite down on your bottom lip. Yeah, he definitely isn’t your favourite. The rest- a minute of meeting did not an accurate analysis makel, so it isn’t as if you can say anything about them.
Really, it’s ridiculous that you’re even thinking for an answer, when you know there’s none.
“Well, obviously, she likes me more. She just isn’t saying it because someone is glaring daggers at her,” Boxy Grin says, rolling his eyes.
“Ohplease, be a little humble, will you?” King frowns. You don’t say anything- what is there to say? You don’t like any one of them… however, of you bring that up, murder did not seem to be far off the list of their reactions. Your current goal, as simple as it may seem at the moment, is to survive, and then hopefully head home.
“Jungkook, tell Taehyung to be humble. He simply can’t understand me, not that I would expect a plebian to do so.”
Crazy is starting to blush even more, you notice, turning red when you look at him with a grimacing look on your face. “W-Well, I-”
“You’re all really stupid, aren’t you?” Mr Bunny Ears Part 2 starts, “The only reason Alice hasn’t spoken yet is because she likes me best.” You would want to tell him ‘no’ firmly, but… He continues before you can say anything at all. “Seokjin, you’re glaring at her again.”
“It isn’t glaring if you do it to encourage someone!”
“What does that even mean-”
“Breaking news! The King of hearts is actually begging someone for the first time in history.” The silver-haired man, presumably a knight from the outfit, speaks.
"As his right-hand man, shouldn’t you be more supportive of him trying to be humble?”
“Spreading news of our great King becoming more humble is a way to support him, Namjoon,” he crosses his arms. “I always endeavor to spread tales of his greatness whenever I can.”
“Oh, for my flamingos’ sake, I am not trying to beg her!”
“Who even cares about your flamingos?”
“Youhaveflamingos!?”
“Should I sit down? This seems like it’s going to take a while, isn’t it?”
“Rather than sit down, I can already see this devolving into a fight-”
“Oh, I’ll definitely give you a fight alright, how-”
You startle as you see one of them pull out a- is that a gun!? How is it that a simple argument somehow devolves into a gunfight!?
“-howdare you people obstruct the king!? Why, if you’re looking for death, then I’m not opposed-”
Not to mention how the others seem to be getting just as agitated, the bright flashes of swords and the glints of metal from guns attracting your gaze. You look around- is no one going to stop it-?
“You’re the one being an obstruction!”
The resounding dark looks, yells, and the jerky movements all tell you otherwise, and you debate on leaving while they’re preoccupied. You’re not about to stay in a what seems to be soon a warzone-
“-All of you, stand down!”
With that, everyone turns quiet. The voice that last spoke seems to ring through the suddenly quiet air, as everyone turns to him.
Mr. Smart Guy looks at them with what you could only describe as burningrage, towering over the rest in the midst of the fit of anger. He’s the tallest, you realize, with how easily he’s able to intimidate everyone in the room. Even you are taken aback by the sudden stern voice of his, cold and unnerving.
“I will not tolerate any fights in this place. I assume you all know that by now?” Hastily as they should, the six other men nod to his words. Not all are willing, most are more than reluctant. "Yet it seems I deal with toddlers instead of adult men, who seem to forget the rules of this tower everytime.”
“This tower is a neutral area, and therefore it is not a place for you to hold your violence-happy, warmongering, amnesiac idiotic selves, and for clock’s sake-”
He sighs, loud and irritated, and you spot one of the men hastily putting away a weapon.
“… At this point, nothing will get done until the next cycle. Well then, if you can’t behave yourselves to be better than at least children, then I suppose it is partly my fault for believing you could do so. … I will correct that now,” he nods. The men look at him, confused, before Glasses guy points to the door behind him.
“Leave.”
You keep mum in the silence that follows.
“… Well then, what are you waiting for?” He raises a brow, a frown on his face as he meets his eyes with everyone.
“But Alice-”
“Go,” he repeats firmly. “I will take it from here, since you people seem to be too inept to do so. Just wait for Alice in your territories.”
His lips curl. “That is, if she picks you.”
“This is breaking the rules, Namjoon,” King grumbles. Beside him, Crazy nods frantically.
“We’re supposed to tell her about Wonderland together!”
“And have you guys actually done anything in regards to that?” He asks skeptically, before shaking his head. “I believe I already told you. I will not budge on this issue- leave. If there are consequences to deal with for breaking this rule, then I will gladly bear it, if it means having you people out of my tower,” he scoffs. “I will call you when we can start the official introductions, and I hope you will be ready by then to act as the role holders that you are.”
With that, the group seemingly deflates as one, though they finally start to leave.
King shoots you a last look before he turns away swiftly, the sunlight making his crown shine above anything else, its looming shadow falling over your small figure.
“I am leaving. Come to my castle when you have the least bit of respect for me and my flamingos.” He huffs, theatrically, might you add, taking a sharp turn from you to the door they had entered from.
“All hail the King of hearts!” Exclaiming so, the Knight leaves rather slowly than you’d expect for the energy in his voice, trailing after the King himself. You can see his figure sigh a little before the door closes behind him.
“Well you know what that means,” Boxy Grin says, a little while after the doors close. “I’m having a tea party tonight to the King of hearts becoming more humble and begging Alice.” Saying so, he takes off his awfully-decorated top hat to reveal a teapot and two cups. “Hoseok, dear, have some tea,” it’s a broken british accent that he speaks in. You have the desire to cover your ears in case he goes too high and potentially breaks his voice-
But he doesn’t.
Instead, Mr Bunny Ears Part 2, Hoseok, you catch his name, takes the offered teacup and begins walking towards the door. “You’re all invited!” And with that, andBoxyGrinchasingafterhim, they leave too.
You let out a sigh as soon as they left. “H-Hi,” oh no. Oh goodness, why? Why can’t they leave you alone for a single second?
It’s Crazy.
“Sorry for… all of that,” he’s still tomato red, but you refrain from paying that too much attention. “They are a little crazy.” Andsoareyou, you want to say. Clearing his throat, he sighs, albeit shakily, “Well! I should, uhm, leave now that the King of hearts is gone. They’ll be expecting me,” it takes him all of his courage to walk away- but not before giving one last sad glance, as though he’s a puppy being forced to part with its owner and why did your thoughts even go that way?
You sigh, and upon making eye contact with him, you glare back like there’s no tomorrow.
It’s quiet now. There may still be two strangers remaining that are looking at you weirdly, perhaps even whispering things to each other, but at least it’s a bit more calm now.
You can hear steps coming towards you, but you only look up when you hear a familiar voice call your name.
“Alice,” it’s the one man that you had thought looked smart- though you did not get his name. “It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope they did not scare you too much. Please find me as soon as you’ve taken everything in. And please feel comfortable, this land is now your home too.” And with that, he gives you a little smile, scrunches his nose and fixes his glasses, then leaves.
You blink at the last man standing- he has cat ears? How did you not notice before? If you remember correctly, he came with the rest of the men but hadn’t said anything, right?
You expect him to say something, anything, but he just takes a step, and another, and then another, until-
A click and thud of a door. He’s gone, just like the rest of them.
You feel a sigh rip its way out of you.
You slide down, down, down until you’re practically sitting on the ground, for once, uncaring if your dress is dirtied. In this situation though, you find that you can’t care much, if at all.
For a few moments, you find yourself struggling to realize just what, exactly, should you feel. Even when you think back on it, everything feels like a blur, too fast, too intense for you to process.
What- and pardon yourself here- the ever living fuck has just happened?
You’ve been having these thoughts earlier, but now they seem to continuously repeat in your mind. Did that really happen? Haveyouactuallygoneintoanotherworld?
You don’t want to believe it. Who would? Here you are, without friends or family, surrounded by unknown people, in an unknown land. How are you going to get home? How are you going to survive?
… What more, the strange, focused attention the men earlier held for you. You have no idea what happened then, nor how they knew your real name. It’s a huge problem- especially when you remember that Crazy stoleakiss from you, and the others don’t seem to be far off from doing the same thing, given the incentive.
Looking down to peer at the treasured heirloom, you find it’s red color brightening into a pink, shining and dimming consistently, almost as if there is a light inside of it. It scares you, it really does, becauseitlooksasifthetear’sglistening, but that next to everything else and the fact that it has never done this before your entire life, only when you stumble into a strange world…
Just then, a strong gust of wind blows by, and with it, you feel the urge to burst into tears.
What the hell are you going to do now?
Your body trembles, you’re lost and you’re scared-
It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay, right? You are. You’re going to survive, you’ll get out of this somehow, you will.
Because.
You’ve survived until now. You survived the mansion, their stares, your mother, the school-
You made it through. You tell that to yourself repeatedly. Youmadeitthrough.
Right.
Right.
Exhaling gently, you forcibly push all lingering feelings of panic and despair down, deeper down. You can’t break down now. You have to find a way to get through this.
Going home is your priority, has to be your priority. There lies everything you’ve worked for and understood in your life, but you have to face reality- perhaps you can’t go home right at this moment.
So.
First of all. You need information. Merely staying where you are is no good, either. Your options, you gather, are to-
A. Go with King, and the silver-haired guy. You guess that they reside in the huge, red castle south of where you seem to be.
B. Go with Boxy Grin and Mr. Bunny Ears Part 2, who, after minutes of squinting, you haphazardly guess to live in the huge mansion a little ways off the red castle. You say so because of the huge garden connected to it, where there’s a white table with what you assume to be decorations and food on it.
C. Go with Smart guy, he hasn’t gone far yet, you hope.
D. Go into the town, and brave your luck to find a house willing to house you.
However, each option has its pros and cons.
Option A. You… are highly uncomfortable with King, although Silver haired guy seems okay if not a bit weird. Although they would probably easily let you stay, you aren’t eager to find out what happens when the King decides to pursue his delusions of you liking him. Silver haired guy might help him too since he’s a subordinate.
So. Very low chances for that.
Option B. Seems to be slightly better than Option A. However, considering Boxy Grin casually assumed you liked him, and… Hoseok? The thought that his name seems slightly familiar flashes in your mind, but you will it away. For now, you don’t feel okay calling them by their names (truthfully it doesn’t seem to suit them as much as their nicknames [that you gave to them] do, so…) Bunny Guy Part 2 did the same, you aren’t sure you want to go there either. Even if the thought of tea parties reminds you of home.
Option C. The one most promising so far. Everyone so far seems to be… not quite right, so to say. But Glasses guy seemed to be the best and most normal one yet, if just as exasperated as you. He’s just as unknown as the others, that’s for sure, but you can reason with him better than you can with the others, and that makes him the best candidate so far.
Option D. Under Option C it seems. Blindly trusting people is just another way to say ‘please trick me and use me!’, and you are not that desperate to risk that. Perhaps if you really had no other choice. You don’t know the current state of the town, and you could find out later if needed.
Still, now that you’ve reviewed your options, it seems that Option C is the best one so far-
And with that in mind, you resolve yourself.
You arrived- no, you got abducted into another world. Fine. Alright. You’d live. You then got left behind bytheverysamepersonwhoabductedyou, but fine! That is fine too. More than peachy. You’ll find a way to survive and get back home.
And the first step is to find Mr. Smart Guy.
It’s the faint sound of movement that finally draws your attention, alerting you to the possibility that there’s someone in the room nearby. What feels like half an hour of wandering around, and you’ve managed to tour around a bit of (what you now know) to be a tower. Built in a square structure, with what seems to be an endless amount of stairs connecting each floor, the tower has quite the number of floors. You aren’t sure, but between guessing how tall each floor is and the distance to the ground, you guess it to be around twelve, maybe fourteen flours, including the balcony from before. It’s amazing, it truly is, but-
The fact that it took you six floors before finding the first hint of life beyond dusty rooms, not as much.
You stop by the door, listening for any warning sounds inside.
But you don’t hear anything- except for the sound of things being opened and closed, presumably side tables. Was this someone’s bedroom? Pushing the door ajar just a little, you peep through.
Ah. Finally.
He’s still wearing those glasses, hidden behind a stack of papers. To his right is a bookshelf, to his left, a few drawers. Not a bedroom, you think, more like an office of a sort. You frown a little, trying to make out the expression on his face, but open the door a little more, and you might make an unwanted creak and give up your location. Or the fact that you were staring at him in a rather creepy position.
So you’ve found Mr. Smart Guy.
Yet, still, you stand there, frozen and unwilling to move. You shouldn’t be scared of him though. He doesn’t seem intimidating at all, so why can’t you just approach him? You bite down on your bottom lip, before letting out a heavy sigh.
Remember your main objectives.
Clearing your throat, you make your presence known to Mr. Smart Guy as you open the door and enter the comfortable-looking office.
“I- I’m sorry to disturb, but, good afternoon.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, though you hope he hears it in the silence of the room. Looking up towards you, you see relief color his face.
“I wondered when you would come,” he smiles, though his hands still hold the clock gears, he gestures to one of the chairs nearby, “It’s alright, please, sit down.”
You follow his words with barely any hesitance, though you remain cautious. Still, it’s a relief to think that maybe you’ll finally get a clue on what seems to be going on. The man coughs once seemingly thinking over his words, before he starts.
“I’m certain you’re feeling confused right now, so if you have any questions, please.”
Thank god. You take in a deep breath and ask not the first question that’s been driving you crazy, but the one that you need the answer to the most. “Do you know how I might get home? And if not that, then at least, an idea of where I might stay? I… the discussion earlier left me at a loss, since everyone immediately came and left without answering a single question of mine.” You look down, biting your lip in distress. When you speak again, your voice is a few sizes quieter. “And perhaps… why did they seem so fixated on asking who I liked best…?”
The expression on his face falters to a more solemn, stiff one at your words. He fumbles with his pen, the frown widening by the second. For a moment, he seems to think over his words- before he answers you.
“Hm, I suppose you’re right. It must have been terribly confusing earlier, to be caught up in the antics of the toddlers. … I’m afraid I can’t answer all your questions right now, since doing so for some of them goes against the rules of this land.” And he blinks at you, lost in thought. “However, you’ll find a place to stay by tonight, you need not worry.”
“And as for your earlier question…”
He runs his hand through his hair, brows furrowed, before he resumes speaking.
“This world is named Wonderland- a parallel world to your own- which people here call the real world. All those who inhabit this place are bound by rules, and as Alice, if you desire to go home, then it is in your best interest to complete the game.”
You blankly stare back at him. Not even several sentences in, and you’re already feeling blindsided. “The game…?”
He smiles wryly. “… I’m afraid to say that that question will have to be asked at a later time. For now, what’s important is for you to pick a territory that you might be comfortable having a discussion in… as well as a faction to stay with.”
“…What,” you softly say, shocked and stunned and possibly bewildered as well. “I- you have to be kidding me,” you mumble, “That’s…”
Smart Guy easily shrugs, looking at ease in contrast to you. “…I assure you, I am not joking. Although I am not at liberty to say why or how, Alice has the right to choose where to live during the remainder of her stay. Although it was to be decided earlier, the others were…” he grimaces before continuing, “…a little too rambunctious, so I sent them on their way. Besides, with how the argument was unfurling, rather than letting you choose of your own free will, it was more likely that coercion, and then a brawl would happen. Hence, why I believe it’d be best for you to have some information, if not a choice about which people you will be staying with. And so-”
Here he pulls out a map from a nearby drawer, smoothening it out on the desk near the two of you. It unfurls, revealing quite a quirky landscape.
Surrounded by mountains, you see a mishmash of villages, a mansion, castles- isthatthetoweryou’rein?- and what seems to be an- an amusement park?
“Your options,” the man gestures first to a huge red castle on the bottom right. You can see miniature mazes and rose gardens drawn around, along with a crown. “Hearts Castle, where the King of Hearts, along with the Knight of Hearts and White Rabbit reside.”
Your mind flits back to the men from before- the pompous king, who’d quite honestly irritated you, the knight who seemed more inclined to snark than to serve, and-
You hold back the annoyed twitch as your thoughts go to the young man with rabbit ears from before, the one who’dkidnappedyouandstoleakissfromyou.
Yeah, you aren’t going there.
His finger by now moves to the mansion in the middle of the town. You spot two guns in a cross, circled by roses. “Hatter Mansion, where lives the Mad Hatter, as well as the March Hare.”
The one with the tea cups from before, you assume. You question their sanity, but looking back on it, they were much more preferable to living with, rather than the first three.
Still… remembering how one of them- the Mad Hatter himself, probably- assumed you to be falling for him… perhaps not.
Finally, he points to the amusement park that sits on the upper left corner. “Or the Amusement Park, the territory of the Cheshire Cat.”
Cheshire Cat? Who…?
Might be the one who left last, you deduced. No, you won’t be going there either. You aren’t keen to share a living space with someone you barely know anything about, even less than you do the others.
You pick your options carefully. There’s only a little chance of success, but…
“Come to think of it,” you change the subject as gracefully as you can, smiling sweetly at him. A step forward is all it takes before you’re standing close to him, and you fix an interested look on your face. “I wasn’t able to learn your name earlier.”
He exhales, eyes now seemingly turned and glued to the clock that you now notice he’s fixing on the table. “It’s Namjoon. Kim Namjoon.”
…Instantly do you notice the weird way he’s told you his name, though you refrain from commenting. “My name is Alice, Alice Liddell. But please do call me by my first name, I wouldn’t mind at all!” You feign cheerfulness. “Would it be okay to call you by your first name, Namjoon?”
“Youare Alice, after all,” is his only reply. You suppose that’s as much as a confirmation you’re going to get- the short replies that you’ve suddenly been getting all but telling you he’s losing interest in your conversation. Still, his words are confusing. The way he’d called you Alice seemed more than your name, but rather a title-?
And he all but agreed that his first name is Namjoon. Kim Namjoon. You’ve only met one person who introduced themselves with their family name before their first.
A flash of intrigue, one that makes you wary as he bends down a little to smile at you. “My name is Malchin. Lee Malchin. I’m ever so pleased to meet you, dear Alice.”
The mysteries keep piling up, you suppose. More questions that come as answers arrive.
“Do you live here alone, perhaps?” The tower is full of empty rooms, the upper floors full of dirt and dust. As grand as the tower seems to be, it’s surprisingly empty. Lonely.
“Actually, I do,” he looks at you for a split second before averting his gaze down to the clock he seems to be fixing. And he’s trying hard, you notice. You’re not very educated on clock fixing though, so you’ll skip over the details.
You scramble your brain for a way to keep the conversation moving, although the other person seems more than uninterested. “You must be quite an important figure then,” you eventually say.
The sound of metal on metal, the clock being repaired slowly dies down.
Namjoon turns to you- his lips purse and he briefly gives you an irritated look. “Alice, may I ask for your reason in doing this? I presume it’s obvious I have no desire to talk to you.”
You wince minutely at the harsh tone he sports. “I…”
“Well?”
“…What about the Clock Tower? Could I stay here?”
Namjoon stills. You hold your breath, suddenly feeling nervous, but…
“…It would be foolish to choose my domain,” he eventually says. Namjoon’s face is set into a frown as he speaks to you, words clear and cutting. “As I have no interest in participating in this game. You’re better off winning over the other role holders.”
“But-” you hesitantly push forward. “Why not? I mean, so far you seem to be the only one who-”
He cuts you off.
“I am the Clock Maker. My duty is to Wonderland more than it is to a game where we pander to the whims of a girl for a chance at a world unknown to us,” he smoothly says, but- you shiver as you hear the undertone of scorn. All previous gentleness and warmth has disappeared from him, leaving only the coldness of a man who is annoyed- before he thaws a little, seeing the timidity in your eyes.
He stands up, and you take a step back, confused- and then he steers you by the shoulders
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.
I’m opening my requests for a lil bit if y’all wanna request anything shoot me don’t actually shoot me this is not an american school oops she didn’t yes she did
I’ll take like 7 requests for now, let’s see what happens
