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floralseokjin · 1 year
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I just got done reading small tuna fish and I don’t have any words. I literally don’t have any words it was SOOOOOOO good like WHAT????? YOU’VE MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM A SECOND TIME GOOD LORD AND THE SMUT????? OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! AND THE WAY YOU WROTE THE ORAL SCENES GOD BLESS U GOD BLESS U
According to my notifications small tuna fish has been doing the rounds lately 🥰 I’m so happy you enjoyed! I loved writing that Jin so much, he was such a sweetheart! (and hot… very very hot) THANK YOU!
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floralseokjin · 2 years
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small tuna fish was the first fic of yours that i had read. i think i found it on some a fic rec post and I AM SO GLAD I CLICKED ON IT. i still remember reading small tuna fish for the first time and JDVEMSHSNJ. i just want to say that i appreciate you sm <33 thank you for being you!! AAAA youre so talented!
i am currently on my uni break and im planning on reading made up love song. IM SO EXCITED! Just want to stop and give you some loveee<3
so so late to this, but wahh thank you! small tuna fish is always one of those fics I seem to forget I wrote and then it comes back to me and I’m hit with soft gooey feels 🤧 those two are too cute together! I’m happy you found me through that story and decided to stick around <3 thank you!
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floralseokjin · 2 years
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Have you ever considered writing a drabble for ‘small tuna fish’ ?
Yes I have, but then I was like no woman you need to be stopped! you don’t need anymore drabbles 🤣
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floralseokjin · 2 years
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I just read super tuna fish and I really loved it. Its so cute and well written. 🥺 thanks for giving us a soft jinnie
STF Seokjin is such a cutie! I’m happy you enjoyed 🤧 thank you!
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floralseokjin · 3 years
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⊶ small tuna fish (m). ⊷
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Kim Seokjin is a really nice guy. (Not to be confused with a ‘Nice Guy’). Too nice for someone like you, you’re sure. Which is why you’ve been attempting to ignore what’s going on between you. He couldn’t possibly be flirting with you. He couldn’t possibly like you. Could he? 
It the end, it takes one charity car wash event and one – or two, depending on how dirty your mind is – soakings to make things very clear. 
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pairing; kim seokjin x f reader  au/genre; college au, friends to lovers, romance, smut  warnings/notes; inexperienced! jin, kissing, so much kissing, groping, dry humping, lots of cute reassuring, this jin might be more of a boob man (shock horror), oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, protected sex, sweet and soft, jin has a big dick (don’t let the title mislead you lol)  words; 17,103
listen to; blanket kick 
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author’s note; thank you to @tan-dulset​ 💖 I can always count on you to shower me with ideas and inspiration! This wouldn’t exist without you <3 I hope everyone enjoys because I had great fun writing it! (And FYI, Seokjin is inexperienced because his dick’s too big lmao poor baby 🤧) Also, yes, I am highly aware of how much the word count grew… who is even surprised anymore 🤣
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“I’m terrible at public speaking. Why did I do this to myself?”
“Because the idea is to build your confidence up,” you tease, deeply amused by Sunmi’s pain. Then, a little cleverer you add, “It’s actually one of the best classes to take.” 
“Okay, smartass,” – she clicks her tongue – “if it’s so beneficial, why didn’t you take it with me?” 
You grin. She’s missing something important. “I’m already great at it.” 
“_____!” 
Whatever Sunmi is going to comeback with gets cut short when you both hear a voice calling your name from behind you. You turn your head immediately, grin now spreading wider across your face as if you can’t stop it.
You really can’t.  
And that is because over the past couple of months you’ve become quite fond of that voice. 
“Oh, hey Jin.” 
Sunmi hangs back, waiting for you. 
While your best friend is sweating her ass off in public speaking 101 this semester, you’ve been making new friends in your business writing class. Which has definitely made learning how to write résumés and professional emails a lot more fun. 
Jin catches up to you, a little out of breath, which you can’t help but find cute. Is he in a rush? Or had he just been trying to chase after you? You tell yourself to shut up, it’s obviously the first one. 
You hike your backpack strap further up your shoulder, trying to adjust the weight. Fridays may be your shortest day, but it calls for the heaviest books. “What you up to?”
He’s carrying a large plastic box, which may also further explain the light panting. “Last minute prep,” he explains with a small smile, plump lips lifting slightly, making his cheeks round. 
A little confused, you take notice of the contents of said box, feeling guilty when you see the yellow sponges and bottles of car soap. “Oh, the car wash.” 
Of course. Tomorrow is Saturday and the college has organised a car washing event for charity. You feel guilty because Jin has been going on about it for over two weeks now, a part of the committee that’s organised it in the first place.
Ignoring your gaffe, you rush your words. “Are you excited?” 
A light breeze blows his hair in his face, chocolate strands in his eyes, and he cutely attempts to shake them away by moving his head. You fight the urge to reach forward and help him. “I mean, is washing cars all day cause for excitement?” He chuckles. 
“Good point.” 
You can feel your face heating up at yet another stupid mistake, which is unlike you, and actually embarrassingly, Jin has always been able to get this type of reaction out of you. And it’s not like he tries or anything, it just happens. 
As if he notices, he’s quick to reassure you. “But yeah, I can’t wait. Been organising this thing for so long now.” 
You smile politely, aware of Sunmi who is still hovering behind you. Jin must make eye contact with her because you watch him nod his head in her direction, a friendly acknowledgment, and that’s him all over. He doesn’t know her, much like he didn’t know you until a couple of months ago, but he’s still pleasant. Still nice. 
“Will you be dropping by?” He asks you after clearing his throat briefly. He’s casual about it but you notice the way the tops of his ears burn red, similar to how they get when he answers a question in class. “If you come early enough, I’ll still be enthusiastic – probably.” 
You giggle but can’t stop the need to tease him. “Who says I’d want you to wash my car?”
His eyes twinkle as he looks at you, much like they always do when you’re laughing and joking together. He tilts his head to the side. “I’d do a really good job at it.” 
“Oh yeah?”
Your voice is low to match his. 
“Yeah.” This time his smile morphs into the smallest of smirks. There’s something cocky about it, and you like it. 
You sigh dramatically, crossing your arms. “That’s a shame then. I actually don’t have a car right now. The engine blew up a month ago and I can’t afford a new one.” 
Maybe you’re deluded, but he looks a little disappointed. It does something funny to you. Inside your chest. “That sucks.” Then quickly, “You could always volunteer? The more the merrier. We’re expecting a big turnout.” 
You narrow your eyes playfully. “Are you getting some kind of commission?”
He just looks confused, not following. 
“Charming innocent women to come and do the dirty work.” 
It finally clicks and he chuckles almost shyly. “Busted.” 
You point at him. “I’m on to you, Kim.” 
He feigns innocence, holding one hand up in surrender.
It makes you laugh – hard – unable to stop yourself. This is yet another reaction he gets out of you very easily. Don’t get you wrong, he’s a funny guy, but most of the time you’re cracking up over nothing. It’s embarrassing, and that’s why you turn down his invite. 
“But gonna have to give tomorrow a rain check, sorry.”
Again, he looks a little disappointed, but it’s probably all in your imagination. It’s gone in a second, his usual smile directed at you as he nods in understanding. 
“There’ll be other opportunities, right?” You can’t help but feel guilty. Not only because he’s asked you, but also because the car wash is for a good cause. 
Jin laughs, readjusting the box he’s still holding to try and point his finger at you. “I’ll hold you to that.” 
“I know you will.” You laugh back, both hanging on it seems, despite the conversation being practically over. 
He takes the lead first as you carry on dithering. “Okay, best get going with these sponges. See you Monday?” 
You nod, forgetting your voice for a moment. “Y-yeah, of course. See you Monday, Seokjin.” 
His entire name slips from your lips, and you can’t understand why or how. You never call him that. No one does. But he seems to like it if his smile is anything to go by. You wave him goodbye, and he attempts to do the same before turning and walking off in the opposite direction. 
“What the hell was that?
You suddenly remember the existence of your best friend.  
“What was what?” You demand cluelessly, turning around. What was she going on about now? 
“That.” 
She thinks she’s just explained everything but really, it’s nothing. 
She scoffs at your puzzled look. “What I just witnessed. The. Flirting.” 
“Shut up, he wasn’t flirting with me.” You try to sound unfazed, but your voice is unnaturally high-pitched. 
“He was!” She cries. “And you were flirting right back!” 
“Sunmi, I wasn’t!” 
She pauses to think. “Actually, I couldn’t work out who the instigator was.” With a flick of her long dark hair, she begins to mimic both you and Jin. “’I’d do a really good job’… ‘Oh yeah?’” 
“Shut up,” you grumble, nudging her forward. She’ll be late for class at this rate. And besides, your voice definitely wasn’t that squeaky! 
She starts walking and you follow, feeling the need to defend yourself. “We weren’t flirting, we’re just friends.” 
“Friends.” She doesn’t sound convinced. “Dude was practically begging to see you tomorrow.” 
“He wasn’t.” 
“He– Y’know what,” she sighs, looking back at you, “never mind. I’m not arguing anymore. If you refuse to see what’s right in front of you, then so be it.” 
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. She’s so fricking dramatic. “And what is right in front of me?” 
You regret asking as soon as the question leaves your mouth. 
“Kim Seokjin looking at you with hearts in his eyes!” 
You walk ahead, still fighting her. Fighting it. 
“He’s too nice for someone like me.” 
Sunmi snorts behind you. “Oh yeah, ‘cos you’re a real bitch.” 
“I’m just saying,” you turn back, shooting her a glare, “he…” 
“Does charity work?” She prompts, amused as you struggle to explain yourself. “You could too. It’s not hard.” 
“We’re just different.” 
As much as she’s teasing you, Sunmi makes a valid point. That is the type of guy Jin is. He spent last month volunteering at an animal shelter on the weekends. The guy loves to help others, and while you’re not exactly selfish, and definitely not self-absorbed, you’re nothing like him. The idea of someone like him liking you seems too good to be true. And if he does like you, you’re scared it will only be a matter of time before he realises his mistake and changes his mind… 
“No, he’s different,” Sunmi corrects. “Different from the other guys you insist on giving a chance.”
You mull her words over. She probably has a point. Let’s just say the guys you usually attract are the complete opposite of Jin. And that doesn’t help with all your second guessing… 
“He’s a good guy, _____. You don’t get many of those. Especially around here.” 
To prove her point, perfectly timed, although he doesn’t know it, Sunmi’s ex (very brief) boyfriend is walking out of the door you both want to head through. He sees her and smirks – the gross kind, not the cute kind Jin had shot your way just now – and stops to hold the door open. 
“Ladies,” he greets. 
“Get lost, Hyunjun,” she practically barks, barging past him and leaving you no other option but to chase after her, Jin still definitely on your mind. 
Now more than ever. 
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This is a stupid idea, you tell yourself for the one hundredth time today. 
But by now you’re pulling into the college, following the signs that direct you to the lot near the tennis courts – which is where the car wash is being held. You’re on autopilot. Have been ever since you woke up this morning, deciding to act on the bright idea you had last night as you tried to fall asleep. 
Your grandma had easily agreed for you to borrow her car, so here you are, parking up in one of the available slots as a guy you’re vaguely familiar with walks towards you with a clipboard in hand. After a brief conversation, which involves you shamefully asking if Jin can be the one to wash your car, hoping and praying it will work – which surprisingly it does – you pay and get directed to his slot where he’s just finishing up with another customer. 
You hang back, letting the other car drive off before you slowly take its place. Jin is too preoccupied to notice it’s you, his back to you as he pours away the dirty water in his bucket. You watch familiar clipboard guy head over to him. 
“You’ve been requested, Jin.” 
There’s something in his voice, he sounds amused, you think, which is kind of embarrassing for you, but you watch on still, see the puzzled look on Jin’s face as he turns around. Even more so when he meets clipboard guy’s gaze, but then he’s pointing towards your car with his pen, and Jin follows, face morphing into surprise instead. 
“_____,” he says, sounding it too. 
You can’t help the smile you give him, nerves and embarrassment disappearing, and you wave before stepping out of the vehicle. 
“Have fun washing her car,” clipboard guy practically snickers as he leaves – but not before Jin pushes his shoulder. He pays no mind, actually laughing harder, and when he walks past you, he gives you a gummy smile, eyes bouncing with silent glee. You feel like you’re missing something. 
Before you can dwell on it though, Jin is rushing over to you. “You came,” he smiles, looking genuinely happy to see you. Your stomach flutters. 
“Surprise,” you sing cutely, not even cringing at yourself. 
It makes him laugh, eyes crinkling up before he’s peering behind you. “And with a car…?”
“It’s my grandma’s,” you explain. “She doesn’t drive much anymore so it’s just collecting dust in the garage. Thought it could do with a clean.” 
You wonder how believable that is. You mean, yeah, it’s all true, but there isn’t some kind of dire need to get her car freshened up. You’d just needed an excuse to come, which is funny because you don’t actually know why you’re here in the first place, or even what you want from the situation. He wanted you to come and you felt bad for blowing him off. But deep down you know that you really, really wanted to see him today, and now that you’re in front of him, you almost feel giddy… 
Whatever he thinks of the situation – if anything – he doesn’t share, so you continue on, smiling coyly. “I know I’m a little late, but I was hoping you’d still have some of that enthusiasm left?” 
You spent half the morning battling with indecisiveness, so by the time you finally made your decision, there was less than a couple of hours left before they had to call it a day. 
You make him laugh, and that makes you feel great, even more so when he moves in a little closer, his familiar scent floating in the breeze. “I’m sure you can help make it appear again.” 
“Yeah?” Your smile turns a little brazen. 
Sunmi is right, you are so flirting with him. And you can’t stop. 
“Yeah,” he replies in a low murmur, plump lips rising to one side. 
It’s that damn smirk again. The one that makes your knees wobble. It also emboldens you further, one of your hands reaching for his bare arm, fingertips brushing down the smooth skin. “And how exactly would I do that…?”
How ever you’re expecting him to respond, it definitely isn’t with a jump backwards as if you’ve just scalded him. 
“A s-sponge.” He chokes out, stumbling a little. 
“What?”
“I need my sponge,” he blurts. “To wash your car– I mean, your grandma’s car.” 
You blink a couple of times as you watch him reach for the bucket, trying to work out what’s just happened. His cheeks are pink, flushing darker by the second and you stifle a laugh. Okay, interesting, you’ve managed to out-flirt him. You find it adorable but tell yourself not to push it. You don’t want to mortify the poor guy after all. Slow and steady wins the race. Obviously you came on a little too strong. Stronger than what he’d been expecting. 
“I’ll help you?” You step forward as he grabs the hose off the floor. 
“Huh? No way.” He looks up, sounding horrified, all hints of embarrassment disappearing immediately. “You don’t need to help me. You paid after all.” 
You shrug. “It’s fine. Seems like fun?” 
He doesn’t look convinced. 
“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” You try. “Walk ‘round campus waiting for you to be done?” 
He sighs, giving in way too easily, you note. “Fine.” 
You grin, snatching the damp sponge from his hand. “I’ll take this. You can get another one, yeah?”
The quiet chuckle he gives you sounds fond, and you watch him walk off with the bucket, filling it with hot soapy water and grabbing a new sponge for himself in the process. As he heads back, you can’t stop yourself when you pipe up, “I like your outfit, by the way.” 
However, this time it’s not flirting, you just want to compliment him. 
“This?” 
He looks down at himself, sounding dubious. 
“Mhm.” You nod. 
It’s the first thing you noticed earlier. Mainly because it’s not his usual style at all. Well, on second thoughts, it’s probably nobody’s usual style. You can’t say denim overalls are a popular sight to see on campus. Especially with the way Jin is wearing them, the top half unzipped down the middle and hanging loose around his waist, an animal print scarf weaved through the belt holes, tied together at the side. The white t-shirt he has on underneath only emphasises how broad he is, and you’re sure you’ve never seen him wear something so short sleeved. The guy has biceps, and now you wish you’d ran your fingers down them instead… 
“One of the girls came up with it,” he explains, setting down the bucket at your feet. He plops in his sponge. “Thought it might help bring in some extra custom if we had outfits.” 
“It definitely worked. I’m here after all, aren’t I?” you can’t help but joke. 
He genuinely finds it funny, laughing as he crouches down to submerge the sponge in water. You copy, squatting on the opposite side of the bucket. 
Your hands touch inside the sudsy water and you look forward. “You look good in denim.” 
“Thanks,” he replies, dropping his gaze, attention in the bucket as he reveals a shy smile. 
The following half an hour is spent laughing and joking around together as you wash your grandma’s car. You’ve never actually hung out with Jin outside of class before so getting to be this loud and chatty is super fun. He spends nearly ten minutes trying to convince you that he thought the capital city of Belgium was Waffle up until he was fourteen years old and you’re still unsure whether to believe him or not. Even as he promises you he’s telling the truth with the straightest face you’ve ever seen. 
And he could very well be telling the truth, but you think his main goal is to just make you laugh as hard as you can. Every time he succeeds, he has this adorable tiny smile on his face – half smug, half fond. 
He makes you laugh harder than anyone you know, and often it’s the unattractive, embarrassing kind. The kind where you snort and choke. His laugh is no better, slightly squeaky at times, dorky, but you love it. In fact, it makes you laugh even more. 
You’re laughing seriously hard when you’re wringing your sponge out over his back. 
You’re nearly done by now, Jin about to hose down the last of the remaining suds, and you really can’t help yourself, his broad back almost goading you, especially in that criminal white t-shirt. 
“Oooops,” you say, sounding not in the least bit apologetic as his shoulders lift and tense automatically, the water, by now almost cold, a cruel shock. 
“What the hell, _____?” He cries, rounding on you immediately. He looks and sounds (comically) betrayed, and you can’t help but burst into laughter. This kind that erupts from between your lips, greatly amused but also in disbelief at what you’ve just done. 
“I’m getting you back!” 
He’s reaching into the bucket as he speaks, grabbing his sponge that’s soaking in what’s left of the water, but you don’t hang around for much longer, speeding off as fast as your legs can carry you. 
“Wait, no!” He chases you around the car until you’ve done a full circle, next to the bucket again, your hands up in surrender. “Jin, please!” 
You have no qualms about begging. 
He stops a couple of feet away from you, and you think you’ve succeeded, relaxing slightly. But he’s luring you into a false sense of security because a second later he’s launching the dripping sponge at you. 
You don’t really know where he was aiming for, but you’re pretty sure it wasn’t your face. Which is exactly what he does hit. Square on. A mouth full of wet sponge has you spluttering instantly, the incriminating item falling to the ground with a squelch. 
“Oh, shit,” Jin gasps, rushing towards you. “_____, I’m so sorry.” 
You turn away from his as his hands find your shoulders, devilishly wanting to grab the bucket, but he doesn’t know that, and it makes him only worry even more. 
“I didn’t mean to hit your face. Are you okay?”
You try to hold in your giggles, acting fast once you grab the bucket and spin around. About half the water spills out, hitting his stomach, but most drops and hits his feet. 
“Sorry!” You sing out, once again not apologetic in the slightest. 
He stands there in shock, mouth open as he makes an unimpressed sound, his eyebrows arched. You make a mental note: He looks hot when he’s mad. 
“That’s it.” He moves just as quick, grabbing the hose on the floor. 
You squeal, panicking for real now because that’s the best weapon you could possibly have at a time like this. “No, not the hose,” you beg, taking a cautious step back. “Seokjin, please not the hose!” 
It’s serious now, you’re using his entire name. 
“Why?” he asks simply, finger on the trigger. 
“I thought you liked me.” 
“Correction,” – he takes a step forward – “I did like you. Then you threw a bucket of water at me.” 
“You hit me in the face with a sponge!” 
“You started it!” 
You take off, Jin immediately racing after you, shooting the water at the floor, either careful not to spray you for real, or just taunting you further. It splashes up your jeans as he chases you around and around your grandma’s car, the both of you laughing like crazy. You’ve probably gained some attention by now – not that you notice, too engrossed in your own little world with Jin. 
Just as you’re getting dizzy, Jin changes tactics and spins around. You’re practically running into him before you realise, shrieking out as you try to backtrack, out of breath and tired by now, all the running getting to you. 
“Where do you think you’re going?!” 
He lunges for you, both arms wrapping around your waist, pressing your back into his chest, and his finger accidentally hits the trigger of the hose, a jet of water hitting the ground and accidentally spraying into both of you. You scream your head off, feet flailing about, even after he’s knocked the hose off, and he laughs loudly, easily taking your weight to lift you off the ground. Even with all the excitement you manage to take note of how nice it feels to be held by Jin… How warm his body feels against yours… 
“YES!”
The loud shout gains both your attention, Jin settling you back onto your feet as a red-haired guy who’s been washing cars next to you picks up his hose. “Time for the water fight!” he hollers. 
What follows next is complete chaos. 
You both bring the car wash to its very wet end. The car lot turns into a battlefield, people taking cover behind cars, behind walls, behind buildings, whatever they can, wherever they can reach, as jets of water shoot in all directions, soggy sponges getting hurled around and buckets getting dunked over heads. You manage to stay pretty unscathed, Jin kindly acting as your protector, in stealth mode as he guides you to safety, the both of you giggling all the way. 
You hide near the sports centre’s fire escape, taking the time to catch your breaths. 
“What did we start,” you whine weakly, coming down from the adrenaline rush. 
Jin’s so close that when you lean your head to the side it falls against his shoulder. You look up to see he’s already looking down at you, a smile growing on his face when your eyes meet. Your heart starts drumming for another reason. The ends of his hair are wet in some places, brown strands wavy, falling in his eyes, and this time, unlike yesterday, you don’t fight the urge to swipe them away. 
His smile turns softer as you do so, blinking down at you, and suddenly it’s just you and him. You can’t hear the commotion nearby, you don’t care where you are or what you were doing beforehand. You’re just in this moment. 
“I’m sorry I threw a sponge at your face.” 
The timing of such an apology sends you into a giggling fit, Jin finding it adorable – and you think that’s what he wanted. He moves in closer, his body turning and shutting off the outside world. His eyes keep flicking between yours and your lips, and you know he’s never been this brazen with you before. It’s like if you give him the go ahead, he’ll kiss you in an instant. 
And you do go to open your mouth, your gazes locking – his hopeful, expecting… 
But then – 
“HIDING IS CHEATING!”
The red-haired guy appears out of nowhere. Grinning like a Cheshire cat and holding a full bucket of water. Jin has just enough time to shield you, his reflexes kicking in, before he’s getting said bucket thrown over his back, gasping out loud because it’s so cold and there’s so much of it. He’s sopping, and you’re shrieking as if you’ve got hit too. 
The perpetrator runs off, laughing loudly as Jin yells after him, “Jimin, I’m going to fucking murder you!”
You can’t help it; you lose it again. It feels like all afternoon you’ve been laughing, your jaw actually beginning to ache now, but it sounds so strange hearing Jin curse. He looks confused at first, unsure why you’re nearly on your knees, especially after the moment you’ve just shared, but soon enough he can’t help but join in, eyes crinkling up at the edges. 
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The water fight gets cut short when someone returns to pick up their car. They’re cool about it, but ultimately the fun has to end in order to finish off the remaining couple of vehicles. Seokjin is so soaked through he has to use the bathroom in the sports centre to try and dry off. The hand dryer does an OK job but in the end, he comes back with his t-shirt removed completely, wearing his (damp) overalls zipped up, which is probably a good idea. His white t-shirt had become awfully see-through in the back, revealing just how wide and muscular his back truly was. It had become very unbearable very quickly. You’re just lucky he didn’t get his front drenched, trying to avert your gaze would have been torture! 
You stay behind after everything is over to help clean up. You tell yourself it’s because you feel guilty for causing the added mess, but really you know it’s because you want to hang out with Jin for a little while longer. So, you’re ecstatic when he invites you over to his dorm room. 
“Come on, my dorm is only a short walk from here. Park up your car and we can dry off. I’m sure I have a spare t-shirt you can borrow.” 
You’re really not expecting the invite, but the offer of borrowing his clothes nearly sends you into a tailspin. And then, he asks if you want to get takeout later to eat at his place too. Your expectations are all over the place, but yet, you don’t want to get your hopes up in fear of getting hurt.
His dorm room is really nice. It’s the more spacious, fancier – definitely more expensive – type. You’ve continued living at home, the college only a short journey, but you know that Sunmi’s is much smaller than this, and it’s even an upgrade from last year! The guy even has his own (small but adequate) sofa and bathroom. He’s living the dream. His room cutely decorated with little personal knick-knacks that you try not to stare at too much in fear of looking too nosey. 
Your lower half had been the main thing to get wet during the water fight and your jeans are still quite damp even now, so after some digging, Jin finds a pair of grey baseball shorts he used to wear back in high school. He’s unsure why he has them here with him, seeing as there’s no way in hell he’d fit into them now, but it works out pretty well for you. He also finds a purple t-shirt he manged to shrink in the wash last week, so once again, you luck out. 
You change in his bathroom as quickly as you can manage, pulling a face at yourself in the tiny mirror in front of his sink once you’re done. You feel awkward. For two reasons mainly. 1. What you’re wearing is crazy unflattering, the drawstrings of his shorts pulled as tight as they can go and tied in the toughest knot you can manage, and 2. This is crazy intimate. You feel like you’ve missed a couple of steps along the way. Sure, you’ve worn the jackets of ex-boyfriends in the past, but this is extreme. You can smell his laundry detergent all over you, and just like that you remember back to earlier, well, not even a couple of hours ago, when he had his arms wrapped around your waist, the warmth of his chest against your back… 
Reality hits you then. You’re in Kim Seokjin’s dorm room. In his bathroom, in his clothes. Without any underwear on… 
They had also gotten soaked through and are now hidden in the laundry bag Jin had given you with the rest of your clothes. The plan was to make the short walk downstairs to the laundry room and shove your clothes in the dryer for ten minutes before ordering something to eat, but now you’re not so sure… 
God, you wish you had your cell phone with you to text Sunmi. Instead, it’s in your purse which is on Jin’s sofa… 
You’re just going to have to go out there and look like garbage in front of him. You have no other options. Well, you did have another one earlier, but that involved saying no to Jin’s invite and you wouldn’t have been able to bear turning him down again, so yeah, you’re just going to have to suck it up. 
You steal some extra time when you decide to wash your hands, but of course, it’s you, so you run into trouble along the way. The faucet in the sink is pretty old looking, with double handles instead of the single ones your used to back at home, but that’s not the problem, you can work faucets, obviously. The problem is that the one that controls the hot water won’t fricking turn off! You try your best, but it’s as stiff as a board. 
You rush out the bathroom, momentarily forgetting you look like an eight-year-old dressed in hand-me-downs. “Jin, the faucet won’t–oh–!”
You walk in on a very shirtless Jin, who jumps violently at your voice, looking like a deer caught in headlights. 
“Shit, sorry,” you squeak, heat rushing to your face as you turn your head. 
But the damage has been done. Like it’s been implanted into your eyeballs, the image of Jin’s chest is all you can see. If you think his back is a sight to see, the front is enough to send your knees weak. He’s a naturally built guy, that much is obvious even with his clothes on, but you guess he must work out pretty regularly with how toned his abs are, how defined his pecs are… 
In the corner of your eye, you see him attempt to cover himself up with the t-shirt he must have been about to slip on before you barged in on him. You turn further, heading back into the bathroom – well, running back into the bathroom. 
“I, uh, the faucet is too tight. It won’t move.” 
“T-two seconds,” he calls after you, sounding a little embarrassed. 
It’s the longest two seconds of your life, which is probably because it’s more like an entire minute. The whole time you’re waiting for him you can’t stop thinking about what you’ve just seen. His hard chest, nipples a soft brown. The small dark hairs that travelled down to a destination that remained hidden by his (very low slung) sweatpants. You’ve seen bare torsos before of course but none have quite affected you like this. Despite how brief the glance was… 
You’re so attracted to him it’s beginning to hurt, and it has taken you this long to realise you may not be able to control it for any longer… In fear of combusting. 
When he appears (fully clothed, although his black t-shirt is dangerously loose, you note), he seems flustered, eyes darting over your body briefly before he looks away. His face was already mildly flushed when he entered, but now it’s turned even darker, those cute little ears flaming red. Your heart races. Is he embarrassed because you saw him shirtless? Is he embarrassed because you’re in his clothes and he likes what he sees? You feel bolder now, no longer self-conscious in his baggy t-shirt and shorts… 
“It’s always getting stuck. I’m sorry, I should have told you beforehand.” 
It takes you a moment to realise he’s talking about the faucet. You watch him start to struggle with it and lean in closer, practically touching him as you joke around. “Is this the moment you yank it off and we get soaked?”
“I hope not,” he chuckles, looking over at you slightly. “Then I’d have to apologise for getting you wet twice in one day.” 
Your eyes widen just as his do, the both of you realising how what he’s just said could be perceived. It takes everything in you not to snort unattractively. Jin looks away before you can give him a reaction anyway, cheeks filling with colour. He twists the faucet handle harder. 
You like flustered Jin, and you want more of it. 
“I don’t recall you apologising for the first time yet.” The playfulness is evident in your tone, but he tries his best to ignore you. “Come on let’s hear it,” you prod, elbowing his side. 
He breaths out a laugh, refusing to look at you. “Sorry.” 
“Properly, please.” 
He’s not listening, giving the handle one last tug before it works, knocking off the stream of water successfully. “Finally,” he mutters. 
You don’t care about that though. Not anymore. You place a hand on your hip. “I’m still waiting.” 
You hear him groan your name softly, but he looks you in the eyes this time – and despite his face being aflame right now, he tries to beat you at your own game. “I’m sorry for making you wet today.” 
But you don’t get so easily embarrassed as him. At least not right now anyway. Instead, you erupt into laughter, finding the entire thing hilarious. His mouth quirks up, and you know he finds this funny too. To prove you correct, he lets out a quiet chuckle. “So embarrassing.”
His voice is soft. Actually, everything about him is soft. His voice, his face, his gaze… It makes your chest ache a little. Soft and inviting, that’s what he is. 
When he turns to leave, you act without thinking, the disappointment of yet another moment disappearing too much for you. (And hopefully this time someone doesn’t appear out of nowhere to dunk a bucket of water over his head…) 
You grab his hand, making him look back. 
“Jin?” 
He lifts an eyebrow, curious, but it’s all a front. His eyes give it away. He thinks he knows what’s coming. You take a deep breath. 
“Sunmi thinks you like me.” 
Silence. 
Then, unsurely, you add, “Is she just deluded?”
That’s code for: are you deluded? You don’t think you are but making the first move is scary. You can’t wait one second longer though. You need to know what’s going on between you both – what could go on… 
Jin gives you a lopsided smile, almost coy, before he chuckles awkwardly. “So I was making it really obvious, huh?” 
You fight the urge to grin, your heart starting to drum with excitement. “Not really, I was pretty oblivious.” You watch as he steps towards you, almost going cross-eyed in the end because he’s so close. “Thought you were just being nice.” 
“Ah,” he sighs playfully, “the dreaded nice.” 
“I like nice.” 
He looks unconvinced. “Did you know that being called a nice guy is actually a bad thing now?” 
That makes you laugh. “If it’s being used as a noun, then yes.” 
He lets your information marinate before coming up with his conclusion. “I don’t know, I still don’t like the idea of you describing me as a simple nice.” His nose cutely crinkles up at the adjective. 
“There’s other words I can use…” This time you take a step forward, your noses brushing together. 
It feels so good to be this close to him. It’s finally happening. The moment you’ve barely let yourself think about. 
“Yeah?” He murmurs. 
“Yeah.” Your voice is just as gentle. “But I’ve had enough of talking…” 
He pulls his head back slightly, briefly taken back by your boldness maybe, or possibly just making sure he’s not imagining this. Once he’s positive, he slowly begins to move in, lips parting. You copy, hand reaching forward to curl your fingers in his t-shirt, and as soon as you feel the warm press of his mouth you let your eyes close. 
His kiss is soft too, of course. What else would you expect? 
Your lips touch briefly for a few moments, giving you both time to familiarise yourselves with the feeling – or just the situation in general. It doesn’t take you long to melt, the meeting of your mouths just feeling so right, and with his next press there’s a little more oomph, retreating momentarily before applying even more pressure. Your fingers instinctively curl tighter into his t-shirt when you begin to kiss him back. Your eagerness meeting his gentleness in a way that shouldn’t work, but does. It really does. 
When his hands cup your jaw, you can’t help but sink further, heart beating quickly, your other hand sliding over his hip, the smallest of sighs slipping past the seam of your lips. Jin loves it, for the briefest of moments pressing into your harder, grip on your jaw tightening as he holds you close. 
You feel something zap southwards, heat flooding your face, and you give him another sound, lower this time. He breaks away with a shaky breath, and when he come back his mouth opens yours ever so slightly. Then again. And again. Until you’re moving together effortlessly. You’re the one who slips in some tongue, needing to taste him, and he complies eagerly, but keeps it to a minimum, hints of tongue joining each glide of your lips, and somehow such a simple kiss has your legs feeling like jello. 
His kissing is addictive, much like he is, so when you feel him start to withdraw, you can’t help but feel disappointed. You want it to last a little longer, all evening if possible. 
He takes his time with it though, which reassures the insecurities inside your heart. He’s stopping out of thoughtfulness, not because he wants to. After multiple drawn-out pecks, he finally manages to gain the strength to pull away. His eyes crinkle up when he gives you a warm smile, and it’s impossible not to return such an action. His lips are shining, even plumper than usual if it’s possible and you want nothing more than to dive right back in. 
The tips of his fingers graze down your cheeks as he moves his hands away, and you feel fresh warmth spread over the skin. You want him to touch you more. You want him, period. 
“Pinch me, let me know that was real,” he finally says, voice airy. 
The hand against his hip stays put, but the one gripping his t-shirt lifts away, your eyes drifting over his left collarbone, his baggy t-shirt finally giving up the fight as it slips down the top of his shoulder. You let your hand graze up his arm, feeling goosebumps pop up, and pinch his bicep softly. “It was real,” you confirm with a smile. 
He doesn’t jump away like earlier today. Instead, letting out an affectionate laugh before he takes your hand in his, lifting it between your bodies to run his thumb over your knuckles. “Hm,” he thinks aloud, eyes locking. “Do you just want to eat here?” 
His question naturally throws you. 
“I have stockpiled ramen hidden in my room so nobody can steal it.” 
Food is the last thing on your mind right now, especially if it means you have to prepare it in a kitchen shared by his entire floor, but you let him lead you out of the bathroom, because well, your hand is in his. How could you not? 
There’s a cupboard just above his desk filled with ramen – he wasn’t joking around. But you’re not in the least bit interested as he reels off flavours. All you can think about is the kiss and how much you want to do it again. Right now. 
“Okay, so there’s shrimp, beef… There’s hot chicken but that’s pretty spice–”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because your lips are pressing into his suddenly, cutting him off. It’s only one kiss, that’s all your tiptoes will let you do, and when you pull away you laugh at Jin’s puzzled expression. His eyes comically wide. 
“I wasn’t done kissing you,” you smile. “I know you were enjoying it so why did you stop?”
He chuckles coyly, finding it hard to meet your eyes. “Sorry, didn’t want to push my luck.” 
“Please do.” 
It’s as simple as that. 
You bite down on your bottom lip, waiting for him to do something, and when he meets your eyes, it’s a look unlike anything he’s given you before. The usual playful sparkle in his eyes is replaced with something else, he’s serious, but not in a bad way. There’s a need there, and it shows with how he takes your hips in his hands, leaning in slowly, never taking his gaze away from yours. You have just enough time to swallow, your mouth unusually dry before he’s pushing his lips into yours intently. 
There’s something still gentle about the way he moves, but it’s laced with something new – a determination, an urgency. It has you needing to grip onto the tops of his arms, a muffled moan slipping from between your lips as the hands on your hips press you into the edge of his desk. It’s such a simple action, but your body heats up. He loves it, fingers twitching against your sides like he wants to do more, but instead he removes them completely, holding onto the desk instead. You can’t mind too much though, because now he’s closer. That, and his tongue is running along the seam of your lips, seeking entry…
You give it to him easily, the sheer purpose of his movements taking you by surprise, nothing like a few minutes ago in the bathroom. This time he meshes your tongues together, taking full control of your mouth, and you can’t help but to run your fingers through his hair, gripping gently at the roots as your body falls pliant. The small moan he gives you sends you almost wild, even more so when his hands wrap around your waist, desperate to embrace you – to feel you. He’s had enough of holding himself back it seems, and you can’t help but grin into the kiss. 
“What?” He whispers, feeling it and in turn grinning back. 
“Nothing,” your breath is hot against his and you’re panting slightly, so is he. “I just like it when you touch me.” 
His breath hitches, wet lips pressing into yours once before he replies, “I’ve wanted to touch you for a really long time.” 
Okay. Whether he’s trying to be sweet or dirty, he has you. Your heart races, kissing him eagerly as your hands relax in his hair to run down the expanse of his back. You tug him closer, your lower halves pressing together, and Jin gives you another small moan, only this time it’s gruffer. You follow suit, the sweet noise you present getting swallowed by his greedy tongue. 
With how intense things are getting you shouldn’t be surprised when you feel his erection starting to form in his sweatpants, the swell nudging your thigh, but you still are. You’re making him get hard. You’re turning him on. It just does wonders for your ego. 
And your greed. 
You spend the next few seconds trying to break away, but he makes it difficult, his kiss hungry, grip on your waist firm. You giggle as you finally manage to pull free, hands on his shoulders, evading his mouth as he tries to lean in again. 
“Why did you stop,” he whines, nuzzling into the crook of you neck instead. The sweet kisses he places on the skin bend and fold you, one of his hands drifting down to your hip.
“Can we go somewhere a little more comfortable?”
He freezes his movements, processing your words before he shoots his head up. “Oh yeah, shit, sorry.” 
“It’s okay,” you laugh softly, rubbing one shoulder. Why’s he apologising? 
You give him one – as innocent as you can muster – peck, before straightening up. He moves too, a little woodenly as he gains his bearings, eyes refocusing in the process. You notice the way he pulls his t-shirt down lower, attempting to conceal his erection you guess, which is funny seeing as you’ve already felt the beginnings of it pressed against you. 
But you don’t point it out. Instead, you take his hand, prompting him to lead you forward. You have your sights on his twin bed, but he moves to the low sofa at the foot of it. You’re not that disappointed, guessing he must not have wanted to ‘push his luck’ again, and that’s actually pretty adorable. 
“Here?” He asks. When you nod, he sits first, still concealing the growing tent in his sweats. 
You don’t know what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t for you to take a seat directly on his lap. His eyes widen, mouth popping open as he lets out a simple ‘oh.’ 
You stop on his thighs, second guessing yourself, hands hovering above his shoulders. “This okay?” 
“Definitely.” he nods quickly, eager to confirm. 
It makes you giggle, and he chuckles along, leaning forward to recapture your mouth. His hands wrap around your middle as yours find his neck, tongues already lacing together, your breathing heavy. His fingers graze the top of your ass as your mouths work together urgently, but he seems hesitant to travel further. You’re craving his touch by now, the heat between your bodies becoming unbearable, so you remove yourself from his mouth with a sticky pop and run your hands down his chest. It feels strong and hard beneath your fingertips and it’s a wonder you’re able to control the urge not to tear his t-shirt off and suck hickies all over his skin. 
“Touch me more, Seokjin.” 
You’re trying to tell him, but it sounds more of a beg, unable to stop yourself from diving back into the kiss, his swollen lips looking way too inviting. He moans just as you do, a hand tentatively sliding over the curve of one butt cheek. When you push into him, he repeats, gliding his palm back and fore before his other hand wants in on the action. When he suddenly squeezes your behind it jerks you forward, makes you rub against his dick, and he can’t help but grunt. It sets you alight, and you swallow the moan greedily, rocking your hips again, wanting more. 
It feels good for you, too – more than good. You can feel yourself growing wet, which is a little embarrassing considering you don’t have any underwear on under Jin’s shorts, but you guess that doesn’t really matter anymore, not when you’re grinding all over him, kissing him like your life depends on it. You can’t imagine he’s going to care. 
Soon, it begins to feel too good though, getting hard to concentrate as pressure builds, Jin keeping a firm grip on your ass as you move on top of him. You break away from his mouth to catch your breath, arching into him as you wrap your arms around his neck, circling your hips around and around. Jin groans, nose nudging your throat before he starts to kiss it. Wet kisses, teeth nipping you every now and then. It has your breath shaking, body thrumming, and it only gets worse (read: better) when you feel one of his hands slip up your (his) t-shirt, his warm, gentle touch spreading over your back and throughout your entire body. 
He runs his fingertips up and down your spine, and it feels even better because he’s doing it without any prompting. Eventually he gets higher with each caress, and you know the exact moment he realises you’re not wearing a bra because you feel his movements still briefly. He changes tactics, running his fingers along your side and over, down the soft skin of your stomach, before he travels up. Your breath hitches when you feel him stroke the underside of your left boob. He’s moving slow, as if he’s giving you a chance to tell him to stop if you want him to. But you don’t. 
You really don’t. 
You press your chest into him, giving him the go ahead, his palm taking a handful of boob, squeezing the flesh carefully. You move his head back, wanting to kiss him again, and when you do, he smiles against your mouth, laughing quietly. 
“What?” You laugh back, voice uncharacteristically soft. 
“Nothing, just happy.” 
“Happy because you’re feeling my boobs?”
“Maybe,” he shrugs, going in for another kiss. 
You snort unattractively but it doesn’t seem like such a big deal anymore. Soon enough you’re letting out a little yelp, Jin’s fingers pinching your nipple suddenly. 
“Sorry,” he grins, thumb now rubbing small circles against the hard bud, before he does it again. “I swear that’s the last one.” 
Your gazes meet, eyes silently dancing with laughter before you’re kissing again, palms cupping his face, until you drag one hand down his chest. You want to feel his body too, and you slip your fingers under the baggy material, feeling the faint ridges of the abs you’d caught a glance of earlier. It seems like a lifetime ago now, the unthinkable happening. 
He moans at the sensation, the hand still on your ass gripping tightly as you continue to explore his chest as best you can. You kiss across his cheek, then down his jaw, hitting his throat, pressing your lips softly against his thick neck, teeth grazing his Adam’s apple. He practically quivers under you, your name slipping from his mouth sweetly.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confesses quietly. 
“Yeah?” you ask, nipping his collarbone. By now the hand on your boob has slid down your stomach, he’s turning boneless underneath you. “You’ve been imagining this?” To explain, you roll into him, his boner brushing against your core. His fingers grip your hip, a puff of air expelling from him. 
You press on, having fun. “Kim Seokjin has dirty thoughts about me?”
His cheeks are already red from being so turned on, so you can’t tell if he’s embarrassed when he responds, although he does avert eye contact briefly. “Only sometimes.” 
You feel jubilant, the idea of such a thing thrilling. 
“I don’t make a habit of it,” he continues, quick to explain. “Most of the time I’m thinking about how beautiful and pretty you are.” 
If any other guy would have told you that you wouldn’t have believed them, but it’s Jin, so you don’t doubt him at all. 
“Oh yeah?” You laugh. 
“Well,” he adds, “you’re still beautiful and pretty during the x-rated thoughts too, obviously.” 
That just makes you laugh even harder, leaning in to kiss him again. You lose yourself for a moment, his hand on your ass moving to thread through your hair. He hisses when you start to drag your hips over him again, and you’re suddenly really, really hungry. 
“What do we do in these 18+ fantasies of yours,” you pry, pulling back to look at him, winking playfully. “Maybe I can make it a reality.” 
He chuckles, stroking your stomach as he looks between your bodies. “This.” 
“This?” You grind a little quicker, gripping his sides. He lets out a faint moan. “I grind on you so hard I make you cum your pants?” 
He flutters his eyes closed, pressing his back into the sofa. “If you keep talking like that then, yeah.” Then he opens them again, the same smile on his face from yesterday, the one that’s similar to a smirk. You flutter. Even more so when he speaks again. “But we, uh, we… we might be naked.”  
You don’t need to hear another word, your hands reaching for the hem of your (his) t-shirt, and you begin to lift it up. 
“Wh-what are you doing?” 
Jin stops you with both hands on your hips. 
“Making it a reality,” you laugh, before noticing the look on his face. You panic, misreading it. “Unless you don’t want to?” The t-shirt slowly falls back down your body. “Shit, sorry, Jin. I didn’t mean to–”
Maybe you’re being too forward? It isn’t intentional, just kissing him turns you crazy. 
“No, I do want to,” he assures, before giving a short laugh. “Trust me.” He sees how confused you look and tries to explain. “I just… I’m not in a rush, okay?” He pauses. “You don’t have to do this. I still really like you either way. If you want to kiss me all evening, I’m fine with that.” 
As if you couldn’t like him more than you already do, he decides to go full gentleman on you… 
You give him an appreciative but coy smile. “And if I want to do more?”
You don’t miss the way he clears his throat before he flashes you a grin. “Then I’m great with that.” 
“Sure?” 
You’re pretty sure the throat clearing was a good sign, but just in case. You don’t want to push him into doing anything he didn’t want to. 
“Sure,” he settles, reaching for you, his hands sliding up the t-shirt. 
“You don’t think…” you stop yourself, regretting it immediately. Now you’re over thinking things. 
He raises his eyebrows, sensing something. “Don’t think what?” When you don’t reply, his forehead pinches in concern. “_____, talk to me,” he murmurs encouragingly, giving your side a stroke. 
You look at him, deciding he won’t ever judge you. You trust him. “I don’t want you to think I’m easy.” 
It’s silly really. You’re quite a confident person, always have been, and hopefully always will be. But you’ve had numerous bad relationship (if you can call them that) experiences since being in college. The latest one was a few months back, and that word still echoes in your brain from time to time. You’re still pretty wounded. 
Jin looks horrified. “Of course I don’t think that. Why would I?” 
You give him a simple shrug, feeling a little awkward. 
“Has someone told you that before?” 
You don’t reply and he doesn’t push, but you know he understands, having guessed right. 
He’s quick to shower you with kindness, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your nose. “I think you’re beautiful” – then your lips – “and amazing, and kind, and funny, and –”
“Okay,” you giggle, “you’re already getting in my pants, no need to butter me up anymore.” 
He laughs along, kissing you once more. 
You take a moment, gazing into his eyes. “I like you too, Seokjin.” You haven’t actually told him that yet, have you? “That’s why I want to do this. You’re different…” Wrinkling your nose, you cringe at yourself but carry on, wanting him to hear it. “I think you’re incredible.” 
He smiles gratefully, letting you push him against the back of the sofa. You run your hands over his shoulders, admiring his face and then his body. “And really hot.” 
He snorts softly, embarrassed no doubt. It’s the truth though. You kiss him, speaking against his mouth as it puckers. “And sexy.” Again, your hands travel across his shoulders, hips grinding into crotch, stirring his cock again. He kisses you back for a couple of minutes, your tongues tangling together hurriedly as you get more desperate by the second, but when you start getting more handsy, Jin fidgets a little. You notice his kiss becoming a little distracted too.
“What’s wrong? 
“Nothing,” he mutters, “it’s just…” He winces, head falling back. “This is embarrassing.” 
You’re lost. 
He takes a deep breath. “Just don’t go expecting too much, okay?” Then meekly, “I’m not very experienced.” 
Your jaw drops in shock. “Wait, you’re a–?” 
“No,” he rushes. “I’m not, but…” 
“But?” You repeat, confused now that you think of it. “What about you and Daeun?”
Daeun was the girl he’d dated through pretty much all of first year. You hadn’t known him personally back then, but it was still common knowledge around campus. 
“We didn’t really do it much when we were together,” he explains with a shrug, not meeting your eyes. You’re pretty sure he’s trying to sound casual, but secretly you can see straight through him. 
“Oh.” 
Each to their own, but if you’d been dating him back then, you would have been jumping his dick every single day. 
“Christ, I’m so embarrassing,” he groans, dropping his head in his hands. “Why did I just tell you that?” 
“No,” you insist, grabbing his wrists. “No, you’re not embarrassing, Seokjin.” 
He peeks at you through his fingers, seeing no judgment or laughter on your face. 
You give him a small smile when he drops his hands completely. “Thank you for telling me. I’m really looking forward to this.” 
“You are?” He sounds unsure. 
You chuckle, nodding your head. “I thought that much was obvious.”
“Yeah, it is,” he mumbles with a shake of his head. “Ignore me.” 
You place a sweet kiss on his mouth before lifting the edges of the purple t-shirt. “Should we continue?” You smile. 
He nods, smiling back. “Yeah, I’d love to.” 
His eyes are round as he watches you remove the item of clothing, soaking in every last bit of your torso. He’s almost frozen, and in the end, you have to take one of his hands yourself to place over your chest. He comes alive then, the warmth of your tits making all his apprehensions disappear, just like magic – of course. 
“Can I…?” He asks, dipping his head, and your stomach flips, realising what he wants to do. 
You nod, not sure you’ll do a good job with words right now, and watch as he descends, arms wrapping around your waist as his pillowy lips press a kiss to each pert nipple. Instinctively your hands find their way to the back of his head, fingers locking into the chocolate strands when you feel the wet warmth of his tongue, tip circling one bud, making it extra sensitive. 
You need a moment to process. 
Kim Seokjin is kissing your boobs. Kim Seokjin is sucking your nipple between his lips. 
You arch into him when he starts wanting more, taking more, as if he wants your entire left tit inside his mouth, tongue tracing patterns into the soft skin. You can’t help but moan a little, the sound choking in your throat, fingers tugging on his hair a little. He gives you a grunt of approval, moving to nuzzle between your breasts, eyes shut, before he starts to mouth the one he’s neglected. He’s so tender, so loving, it’s by far the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced, and the pressure between your legs increases, if possible. You’re surprised you haven’t soaked through the fabric of his shorts. 
When you don’t think you can take much more of the way he’s straight up worshipping your chest, you push him back against the sofa, lifting his head up so you can kiss him, feel how wet his lips are, how soft his tongue is. His breath quivers, hands pawing hungrily at anything he can reach, the softest, neediest of moans slipping out every now and then. 
It drives you wild. 
Your hands slip up his t-shirt, noticing how slightly sticky his skin has become. His muscles tighten under your touch, whining when you tear yourself from his mouth. “You too,” you simply say, tugging at the fabric. 
He helps you take it off, stretching it over his shoulders, and while he’s pulling it over his head, you rightfully get distracted, fingers grazing up and down his chest, brushing across his pebbled nipples. This is a dream come true. You feel uncontrollable raking your nails across his smooth and muscular body.  
“Do you work out?” you ask, curious but also wanting to praise him as much as possible.
“Occasionally,” he breathes, watching the way you touch him. “It’s mostly just natural–wait–that sounded so big-headed.” He sounds panicked, it’s cute, even more so when he begins to stumble over his words. “I meant, like… I just–I’m like this naturally for the most part –I guess…” 
You grin, leaning in as you glide your palms along each shoulder. “Should have known with shoulders this wide.” 
You can’t wait to cling to them while he fucks you… Your tits press into his chest as you place a kiss to the nearest shoulder, and he groans, his hands spreading over your back, holding you to him for a second. That is until you wriggle free, hands travelling down his stomach, the small, dark hairs ticking the pads of your fingers as you hit below his (very cute) bellybutton. 
You look at him and raise an eyebrow. “Should we free something else too?” 
He gulps when you run your hand along his erection, pressed against his inner thigh, and you can’t help but notice just how long and thick it feels. You’ve been grinding on it for the past God knows how long, but under your palm it feels entirely different – entirely new. The monster twitches at your touch, Jin’s hips lifting slightly, chasing for more and you lock eyes, his lips parting as he mouths his affirmation. 
Your heart is drumming inside your chest as you rush to push his sweats down, fingers curling underneath the waistband of both the clothing item and his boxers. You really don’t know what to expect, equal amounts excited and nervous because of what you’ve just felt. Jin helpfully lifts his ass off the sofa, and you tug at his clothing, jaw dropping open when his cock springs out – hard, smooth, long and thick. Very, very long and thick… It slaps against his stomach with an intimidating thump, tip angry red and shiny with precum. 
“Oh.” 
Your practically speechless, unsure what you can say – what you should say. 
“You’re really big,” is what you settle on, stating the obvious dumbly. 
Jin must sense your panic because his forehead creases in concern, mixed with embarrassment you think. “I, uh,” – he swallows – “I should have said something.” 
Yeah, a heads up would have been lovely, but then again, how the hell would he have brought it up? 
He continues on, grimacing slightly. “I was hoping this was just normal.” 
“What do you mean?” 
You’re confused, but also highly distracted as you watch his dick bob against his abs. You’re pretty sure your mouth is watering because despite how daunting that thing is, you can’t help but be mesmerised. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Of course he would have a gigantean dick. Of course. He’s blessed everywhere else, may as well include his cock on the list too… 
“Okay, so I haven’t been entirely honest.” 
You force yourself to pay attention, fighting the urge to take him in your fist and squeeze. 
“The reason me and Daeun didn’t do it much was because I couldn’t fit properly.” 
His face burns red, and you can’t blame it on how aroused he is this time. You patiently wait for him to continue, not wanting to hurry him. 
“I mean, I’ve seen other dicks before, obviously. The size checks out in porn but in real life?” He snorts in humiliation. 
“I don’t know, I was just kinda hoping there were other guys on campus who…” 
“Who were hiding dicks this big?” You can’t help it, your mouth quirking up at the edges. Why is he so adorable? 
He whimpers, burying his face into his hands for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. “This is so fucking embarrassing.” 
You move in closely, speaking against his ear. “Seokjin, every single guy on campus wishes they had one this big.” 
He makes an agonised noise against his fingers. You smile and kiss his earlobe before gently running the tip of your tongue along the edge, dipping inside, making sure to be wet about it. Your eyes are very much locked onto his erection, so you see it jolt in response. Emboldened, you reach for his hands and push them away, wanting him to see when you take his dick in your fist. You feel his body freeze when you give him a firm squeeze at the base, before raking your palm upwards, following with a squeeze at the head, a fresh bead of precum pooling out of the slit. He makes a tiny noise, and you swear you feel a fresh gush between your thighs. 
“Trust me,” you reassure, voice low and hopefully seductive, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” 
“Kiss me,” is all he says, voice breathy. 
You listen, stroking him in time with how your tongues caress, one of his strong arms holding you tight, purposely wanting your tits brushing up against his chest, your nipples grazing the solid flesh. 
“What if…” He tries to speak but gets distracted when you start nibbling on his bottom lip. You pull back to let him continue, but you’re unable to stop pecking at his lips as he does. “What if–mhm–what if –mhm–s-stop,” he laughs loudly, holding you still the next time you attempt to. “I’m trying to be serious.” 
“Sorry,” you grin, kissing his cheek instead. “Please continue.” 
He stares at you in warning, a smile twitching at his lips, before he frowns slightly, remembering what he wanted to say. “I just…what if we can’t do it either?” 
His concern touches you. 
“We’ll try,” you smile softly, the hand around his erection moving away to brush up and down his thigh softly. 
In all honesty, you aren’t actually worried about that. Like yes, it is the biggest dick you’ve ever seen before – in real life and on screen – but it’s Seokjin’s dick, so you want it with everything you have… 
He kisses you this time, a hand curling over your ass, kneading the soft flesh. You moan into his mouth, reaching to cup his face as your tongues curl together. You tap his jaw as you move away. “I’m not going down without a fight, Kim.” 
His face breaks into the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, the sound his laugh makes breaking your heart a little. “I don’t doubt you,” he says simply, and there he is, the Jin you know. No longer the one filled with worry over his humungous dick. 
“But first…” you trail off, letting your movements do the talking as you slip away from him, attempting to drop to the floor on your knees. You have never wanted to suck dick so much in your entire life. Your jaw is already vibrating just from the thought, imagining the ache that will come from trying to stuff yourself full of him – and you’ll love every minute of it. You’re certain. 
He stops you though, taking your hands in his tightly. “Your knees,” he worries. “It might be painful.” 
Christ, if he’s going to be this sweet about it you might just cry. 
“Let’s do this,” he suggests, and you watch as he maneuverers out from under you, lying lengthways across the sofa. It’s so tiny he has to half lay down, half sit up, feet dangling over the opposite edge. You giggle, straddling him as best you can as the furniture groans in protest, but you both make it work. 
“Okay?” he asks. 
You nod, leaning in to kiss him briefly before moving your lips down his chest, kissing his nipple which makes him shudder and chuckle shyly. You travel down his sternum, licking away sweat that’s collected in the ridges of his abdomen, before you find yourself at his bellybutton. You can feel his hard on brushing against your boobs, hot to the touch, desperate for more relief, but he doesn’t rush you. Just waits patiently, one arm resting against the sofa cushions, the other dangling off the edge, hand pressing into the floor the sofa is so low. 
You wriggle down further, one knee getting jammed between his thigh and the sofa and fight to free it. His cock bobs against his stomach, and you lean in to place a small kiss to the head of it, pulling away just as he freezes before going back for seconds. This time taking your time, pressing your lips to the sensitive flesh for a few seconds. Jin holds himself still, but you notice his fingers twitch against the cushion out of the corner of your eye. 
With a smile you take his cock in your fist, standing him upright, and then you let your tongue dance around the tip, tasting the sweet and saltiness of his precum. He hisses at the sensation, hips jumping up, and you can’t help but suck him for a brief second, looking over at him just in time to see his head fall back, eyes fluttering shut. You feel so much discomfort between your legs that you can’t help but grind down a little on his thighs, needing at least some relief. 
When you pop him out of your mouth, he opens his eyes and lifts his neck up, watching you curiously to see what your next move is. You stroke him slowly a few times, but you want it to be easier, you want to be able to glide across the veiny skin. So you start licking lines up the length almost like he’s a popsicle. You physically see him reel, eyes stuck open this time as if he can’t bear to look away. You keep eye contact, grinning a little, making sure he’s practically soaked in your saliva, and then you run the tip of your tongue along his slit, wiggling it back and fore crudely. 
“_____,” he chokes, now white knuckling the cushion, the palm of his other hand pressing into the floor. He’s twitching like crazy in your hand, veins pulsing. 
“Good?” You ask, lifting away. 
His chest heaves just as you do, grunting when you start jerking him off quickly. 
“Yeah, seriously good,” he strains out, voice sounding a little panicked. “_____, this is… I feel like –” 
“Shhh,” you soothe, knowing exactly what he’s getting at. “If you cum, you cum. I won’t mind.” 
As you finish your sentence you descend once again, this time feeling bolder, wanting to see how far you can take him into your mouth. You want to give him the best head of his life. 
Wrapping your lips around him, you gradually sink down a couple of inches, already feeling the burn, and Jin shouts out as go. You think his head falls back again, but you can’t be too sure because now your attention is solely on the job at hand. You manage to take him halfway, your mouth stretching open as much as you can manage before you begin to bob your head up and down, clumsily finding a rhythm, although you don’t think he minds that you’re doing a sloppy job about it if the airy moans and occasional grunts are anything to go by. 
He does panic when you start choking though, gurgling noise freaking him out, but you reassure him with a couple sucks of his head that you’re okay. “Hold my head,” you murmur, your voice shaky from how turned on you are, and he listens quickly, lifting the hand from the floor to lace his fingers through your hair, eyes rolling back when he feels the flick of your tongue against the underside of his cock. 
By now you’re not even noticing the ache in your jaw, too focused on making Jin feel as good as possible. You think he slips deeper, head of his cock tickling your tonsils but you’re so in the zone you can’t be sure. He glides in and out of your mouth like magic, but of course, you do need to catch your breath at some point when breathing through your nose doesn’t suffice. You lick a long, sloppy trail up his length before you pop off, trails of spit still attached to your mouth, breaking apart and coating his dick even more. 
“Ngnn, _____,” he moans, fingers tightening in your hair as he stretches his body out, pleasure still lingering. “How are you doing that?” 
His disbelief gets you good, praise going straight to your head, and you lean back in to suck at his tip. You don’t stop, the flesh red hot and squelching around your lips, until he’s becoming weak under your grip, oversensitive but somehow desperate for more. 
He sounds just as weak when he speaks again. “If I look at you, that’s it. I’m going to fucking blow.”  
You giggle, unable to stop yourself. You love hearing him curse, gets you hotter for him. The sound vibrates down his cock and sends him close to death. 
“Shit, _____,” he groans. “I-I can’t take much more.” 
You pull back to look at him in all his fucked-out glory. Lips wet and parted, face flushed, chest patched with the same shade of red as his it rises and falls aggressively. “Would you like to cum like this, or wait?” you ask innocently, digging your tongue into his slit to wiggle it back and fore again 
His head falls back, knot in his throat looking so sexy you want to bite it. “It feels so good,” he moans weakly, “but I can’t cum yet.” 
That’s all you need to hear, some kind of decision, for you to stop teasing him any further. The idea of more to come has you pulsing with fresh desire, and you crawl your way up his body, lying on top of him (and ignoring the protests of his sofa) to kiss him like it’s been days. Like you miss him. You do. 
He hums in enjoyment, holding your face passionately, enjoying the taste of himself on your tongue. “Not yet,” he repeats softly, although at the same time he’s rubbing all over you. 
At this point you’re 100% sure you’ve soaked through his shorts that you’re wearing, and if you don’t get some type of relief soon you might just scream. Unable to wait much longer, you ask, “Can we go to your bed?” 
He doesn’t need telling twice. You’re up, he’s up, kicking off his sweatpants like there’s a fire (and for some reason he needs to be naked for it…), but he does pull his boxer shorts up, practically tenting a mile away from his crotch, which is hilarious. You make the short distance to his bed wrapped up in each other, crashing down onto his mattress with a silent bounce – surprisingly. Well done springs! 
All over you, he hurriedly moves from your lips to your neck, kissing you so hard you’ll probably bruise, sucking at the sensitive skin, making you whine and cling to his shoulders. His hands cup your tits, palming you a lot rougher than the first time and you love it. You love that he’s losing it, desperate for you. Soon enough his mouth takes over, sucking more bruising kisses all over the round flesh before the tip of his tongue circles your nipples in turn, teeth grazing you as he pulls away, making you hiss and arch your back into him. His cock prods where your thigh meets your hip, still just as hard as you left him. 
He licks down your stomach, then back up again, on your left nipple, on your right, palms digging into the mattress, holding himself up as his arms shake with want. He’s like a whirlwind and you can’t keep up. You don’t really want to keep up, basking in the attention. 
His hands find the large drawstring knot tied around your hips, and now you’re kicking into high gear. 
“Can I?” he asks, voice trembling with the same urge. 
You moan in reply, nodding your head, and his fingers rush to untie the jumble you created. You didn’t really think it through, although it wasn’t like you could have predicted what would happen. You had no clue Jin would be on a one-man mission to strip you naked not even an hour after you’d tied the knot. 
He struggles, at one point you’re about to suggest some scissors, but just as you open your mouth a cry of celebration fills the room. 
He’s in. And the shorts are off. 
You swear he nearly falls backwards when he sees you’re not wearing any panties. It nearly makes you laugh, but then he meets your eyes, looking like he wants to eat you alive. He scoots down the bed, face directly level with your core, gazing at it like it’s the eighth wonder of the world. “You’re beautiful,” he awes. 
You feel slightly shy from his attention, which is unlike you, but no one has ever sounded this genuine and sweet while complementing… your vagina! You go to close your legs a little, but he stops you with a gentle hand to your thigh. 
“Don’t,” he whispers, looking up to meet your eyes, the swell of your chest rising and falling faintly.  
Slowly, he brings his fingers up to your heat, tracing down your folds and making you flutter. He coats himself in your arousal, lips curling as he chuckles softly to himself. 
“What?”
He shakes his head, rising slightly. “Nothing, it’s just…” he trails off, as if he’s contemplating whether or not to continue, but then he cracks up again. “I guess I really did get you wet twice today.” 
“SEOKJIN!” you roar. He’s unbelievable. 
He just laughs harder, eyes turning fond halfway through. “I like when you call me that.” 
“I know you do,” you smile, letting him link one of his hands with yours as he leans up to kiss you softly on the mouth. “Enough mush,” you tease when he pulls away. “It’s almost like I’m not butt naked on your bed.” 
“As if I could forget,” he chuckles, nudging his erection into your stomach. “I want you to stay here forever,” he adds as he kisses down your cleavage, making his way down your body again, lips following. 
He stops just below your bellybutton, lifting his eyes as you feel his fingers brush against your entrance. You pulse against them, wanting to be filled so bad. 
“This okay?” 
You bite down on the knuckle of your pointer finger as you nod, watching him intently as he slowly begins to push his own inside of you. You take him easily, body twisting to the side with the perfect intrusion, a soft moan escaping you. He curls and presses it against your inner walls carefully, your eyes falling closed as warm pleasure seeps through your body. Soon enough you feel him add a second digit, copying the movements before beginning to gently scissor you open. You understand what he’s doing, trying to get you stretched enough to fit his cock, and the thought does something to you, has you moaning more frequently, a little louder. The squelching you’re making around his fingers doesn’t help either, so wonderfully lewd it makes your head dizzy. 
Still on your side, Jin’s free hand pushes you back onto your ass, readjusting his fingers slightly, before starting to move them in and out, his pace picking up. You push your feet into the bed with a soft cry, legs lifted at the knee as your thighs tense at the new pleasure, fluttering your eyes open to look down at him. He likes that he’s making you feel good, an accidental noise falling from his mouth as he watches the pleasure on your face, and then he’s switching things up again, long fingers pressing and curling against a spot that has your hips jerking, a tremble that sounds like his name slipping past your lips. 
He goes back to scissoring you, gaze now burning a hole between your legs as he watches you greedily take his fingers, the wet suction noises getting louder, your arousal dripping down his knuckles. You’re wet wet by now, and if he doesn’t manage to fit after this you’ll definitely cry. 
He lifts a little, turning his head to the right. “You’re so soft.” His voice is a whisper, and he places small kiss to the inside of your knee. 
Delicately, he brushes his thumb over your clit and it feels like fireworks are going off inside your brain, taking you this long to realise he’s left that part of your body untouched this entire time. You pulse erratically, letting out a breathy moan, no doubt squeezing his fingers, because now you need more. 
And more he gives.
He looks over at you, gaze almost drunk, definitely desperate. “Can I go down on you?”
You can feel your heart quicken immediately, the idea exciting you a little too much. You already know how amazing his mouth feels against your own, so imagine it someplace else… You feel like you may pass out. 
“Go for it,” you attempt to breeze, but your throat is tight, voice strained. 
Enthusiastic, he wastes no time attaching his mouth to your clit, the sudden contact making your hips jump, but it’s nothing compared to the immense pleasure that follows. He keeps fingering you as he wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, tongue flicking against it rapidly. The shock of such an onslaught has you momentarily speechless, but your body reacts madly, squirming around before your feet kick out, one hitting the wall his bed is against. 
“Oh, shit,” you finally manage to get out, a whine escaping you as your hips push into his face on their own accord. 
He makes a noise in return, working his jaw against you harder, wrist still snapping away, incredibly focused on the job at hand. You feel like you can’t handle it, like you might explode. What the fuck is going on?! 
“Jin–!” 
Your voice almost doesn’t sound human when you cry his name. 
He pulls away briefly, a very visible smirk across his face. “Good?” he asks, his hand stilling, but the tips of the fingers inside you continue to press upwards, moving leisurely. His mouth and chin are smeared with your arousal, and it looks so hot you can’t take it. 
“You liar!” you cry out dramatically, back of your head pressing in the pillows. “You said you were inexperienced!”
You hear him laugh, before you tense up, his lips kissing your clit. “Maybe not at this,” he murmurs, making you shiver. Then, more of what you’re used to, he sounds a little awkward, feeling the need to explain. “I mean, I did this a lot because of…” 
You understand, lifting your head to look down at him. He gives you a small smile, cheeks rounding, far too cute for the situation right now. 
“It’s so good,” you praise, one of your hands running through his hair. 
He grunts as you do so, moving in to start working his mouth over you again, tongue dipping between your folds, running along the sensitive flesh. “Give yourself something to hold onto if you like,” he tells you, before sucking on your clit. 
Your hips jump as you moan, fingers tightening into his hair immediately. He’s slower this time, taking his time with it, digits rubbing against your walls, his tongue washing over you, over and over again, occasionally taking your clit in his mouth to suck softly. All you can do is watch and sigh quietly, unable to stop yourself from spreading your legs wider, toes digging into his rumpled sheets. 
His mouth moves, kissing across to meet your thigh, fingering you deeper, enjoying it when you moan, chasing the sound repeatedly. He can do doubt feel the way your skin trembles underneath his mouth, the way you tense up, the pleasure building up, your orgasm near. 
“I want to make you cum,” he whispers. 
“Please do.” Your eyes fall shut as you groan, breath hitching when you feel him back on your pussy, picking up his pace, wrist snapping with fresh enthusiasm. You’d definitely made it appear again, you think to yourself. This afternoon felt like a lifetime ago. 
You feel like you’ve been missing out this entire time, oblivious to the fact that oral sex could feel this amazing. Most guys you’ve been with hardly wanted to go down there at all, and the ones who did never did it long enough (or well enough) to make you cum. So, here right now, is a brand-new experience all together. You don’t know what to do with yourself, how you or your body should react. Not that your mind is in charge anyway. 
Your legs flail around, feet pushing and sliding around the bed as he gets you closer and closer to your high, the noises you’re making choking out of you, his stuttered name in there somewhere. You sound a little panicked, and that’s because you are. Whatever he’s doing down there feels impossible, every nerve in your body vibrating with a pleasure you’ve never felt before. 
“I’m–I-I’m… shit–” You can’t even continue. Even more so when he speeds up, ready for the grand finale. 
The hand not tied up in his hair reaches for him, fingers splayed. He grabs hold of your wrist, anchoring you down, and that’s when you finally give in. You throw your head back with a silent bounce, a cry leaving you as the first hit of your orgasm comes. And it just keeps on coming… Wave after wave, Jin dragging it out for as long as he’s possibly able to, tongue washing over you, feasting on the taste of you, little noises of enjoyment leaving his throat.  
You feel like you’re floating, lightheaded and tingly. Clammy now that you think about it, but you can’t care. Not when it’s the best orgasm you’ve ever received – ever given yourself actually! 
You feel him slide his fingers out of you carefully, the squelch loud, and he softly starts to trail kisses up your belly, between your panting boobs, his hands pressing into the pillow either side of your head as he makes his way to your face. Only then do you let your eyes open, feeling spaced out as hell. Your voice is weak when you’re finally able to vocalise. 
“What. The. Fuck.” 
You’re aware enough to notice how huge and dark his eyes are, his face glistening from the nose down. Lips red and puffy. God, is he beautiful. Even more so when his face lights up with a grin. “You’re going to give me an ego.” 
You pull him to you, his surprised yelp muffled by your lips on his, and you kiss him hungrily, greedily, tasting yourself. His erection digs into stomach, and now you’re just getting driven crazy. Instead of feeling exhausted, you feel ravenous. Needy, your legs tangling up in his as you cling to his body, wanting to feel him everywhere. What has he done to you? 
“Jin, hurry,” you whine against his sticky mouth, sucking on his bottom lip. He’s breathing hard, unable to stop rubbing up against you, desperate for any type of friction. It has you speaking without a filter, feeling a need like no other. “Want your dick.”
You swear to God he nearly chokes, lifting his head back to take a look at you. He’s filled with lust, but still sounds a little uncertain when he asks you, “Now?” 
You nod quickly, unable to stop yourself from reaching down and squeezing him, feeling him pulse against your palm. He grunts, leaning in to kiss you. Your tongue reaches for his immediately. 
“You sure?” he presses, lips trailing down your chin, your throat. 
“Mhmm,” you moan, fingers grazing down his muscular back. “I need you.” 
“Me too.” He moves quickly, leaving the warmth of your body to reach over to his nightstand. “Let me grab a condom.” 
You feel your heart race as you watch him eagerly reach into the second drawer, fiddling around briefly before he procures a gold foil packet. He turns his back to you, raising his butt to push his underwear down, kicking it off when it reaches his ankles. He’s in a rush, dick fit to burst no doubt. His patience up until now was beyond hot of course, but watching his urgency right now? It’s on another level!
He tears open the condom wrapper, throwing it to the side of him. You can’t see him slide the latex on, and you kind of wish you could, but you wait patiently, not wanting to make him uncomfortable in any way. Instead, you sit up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, placing small, sweet kisses against his back. He makes a slight noise, pushing into you slightly, and as you turn your head to the side, the foil packet catches your attention. 
“XL?” you question, raising an eyebrow. 
He chuckles coyly. “Trust me, I’m not making the mistake of attempting to use a regular sized condom ever again.” 
He’s making a joke, and it is funny, but instead of being highly amused, all you feel is highly turned on. He’s a bit startled when you drag him back, leaning around to kiss him wildly before becoming a tangle of limbs as you attempt to straddle him, pushing him to the mattress. You find him so hot you can’t control yourself. Sweet and thoughtful Kim Seokjin with his secret massive dick. 
You’re kissing him so fast he can’t keep up, a breathless laugh escaping him as he manages to get you to stop. 
“What?” you smile. 
“Nothing,” he smiles back, cupping your face in his hands. Then, more quizzically, “Are you really sure?”
“Yes, I’m really sure!” you laugh, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious. “Are you?” 
“More than sure,” he confirms. “Just… Just don’t worry if this doesn’t work out.” 
You nod, understanding his reservations. But he doesn’t yet understand the full extent of your determinedness. You’re fitting his dick inside you whether it’s the last thing you do. 
“Let’s try like this,” you say, sitting up to fully straddle him. 
“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes wide as he looks up at you. “Okay.” 
You grip the base of his cock, the girth of him suddenly intimidating from this position, but you persevere, feeling the way he pulses in your hand, using it as encouragement. He holds your hips gently as you start to push down, taking the tip of him easily. Now just another God knows how much left… But a couple of inches down, you start realising this position was probably a bit too ambitious for your first time together. You already feel so full at this angle, and you hate giving up, you really do, but if you want this to happen, you’re going to have to save riding his dick for another time. 
“This was a bad idea,” you sigh in frustration, pulling off him entirely, feeling extra bad because Jin has been so patient as you attempted to take him. 
“_____, it’s okay,” he consoles, sitting up effortlessly to place a kiss on your cheek. He runs his hands down your back. “We don’t have to…” 
“No, it’s just the position,” you tell him, realising he’s mistaken you. You kiss his lips before chuckling. “Feels like I’m getting impaled.” 
“Oh,” he says, joining you awkwardly – half amused, half freaked out. “That’s not hot.” He holds your hips again, tilting his head to the side. “Let me try?” 
You nod, letting him guide you gently onto to your back, placing kisses to your mouth the entire time. You spread your legs, pressing your feet into his ass as he kneels low between them, wanting him to have as much access as he can. He looks down, holding his length in his fist as he starts to rub the head against your folds, back and fore, the latex making a noise with the movement. 
He stops at your entrance, looking up to shoot you a reassuring smile. “Okay, I’m going to start pushing inside.” 
You nod, holding your breath, and you can’t help but look down to where your bodies meet, heart hammering inside your chest. You’re suddenly really, really nervous. 
Maybe he notices the apprehension on your face, because immediately, with his free hand, he lifts your chin, your gaze meeting his. “Hey, look at me,” he murmurs. You reach to kiss him, feeling calmer already. It makes it easier for when he starts moving, slowly starting to push his cock inside of you. 
You both moan when he gets further than you did, the feeling of him filling you, grazing against your walls, unimaginable. You know you’re already squeezing him tightly, getting used to the intrusion, and for a few seconds he freezes, familiarising himself with the sensation. Your mouths press harder, noses brushing together, and you wrap your arms around his back, tugging him closer, wanting to feel his weight against your body. 
In the process, you push him inside further, causing another moan from you and a grunt of pleasure from him. He tears himself away from your lips to stare down, breath catching in his throat when he sees himself inside of you. 
“How much is it in?” you ask, voice breathy. 
“Nearly all the way.” His voice is shaking, much like his hands that caress your body as he leans forward again, showering you with kisses. “Should I start moving?” 
“Y-yeah,” you whisper. 
He begins to thrust into you shallowly, not attempting to push the rest of his dick inside yet, wanting you to get used to feeling first. Your pussy welcomes him, warm and wet, hugging him tightly, squelching around him, and he loves it, moaning softly with each push of his hips. It makes you lose it even more, moaning louder than him, clutching him tight. 
“I’m not hurting you, right?” he pants, the veins in his neck bulging slightly as he tries to hold himself back from thrusting all the way inside. 
You shake your head, answering with a simple “more.” 
“More?”
You moan, lifting your hips up to meet his. It’s a little uncomfortable maybe, not used to his kind of thickness, but there’s no pain. You want everything he can give you. You’re sure you’re wet enough. “Give me all of it.” 
He splutters. “Ffuck, _____, you can’t just say things like that.” 
You giggle, liking that you’ve embarrassed him, and nudge your hips up again. He obeys, unable to deny you anything right now, and carefully keeps on pushing, your pussy stretching over him as he gets deeper and deeper. He groans as he finally bottoms out, feeling the way you flutter around him, and you kiss him deeply, chests pressed together, hearts hammering. 
“How does it feel?” he forces out, trying his best to contain himself. 
“Good,” you reassure, running a hand down his back, before gripping onto his shoulders. Just like you’d imagined. “You feel so good.” You’ve never felt this full before. So full. It’s a feeling out of this world. 
“Shit,” he grunts, hips bucking into yours uncontrollably. “You too.” 
You remember then that this is his first time being fully inside a girl, and the thought drives you wild, wanting him to take full advantage – full advantage of you. 
“Keep doing that,” you encourage, one foot pushing into his ass. 
He listens, inside you fully for a few thrusts, getting used to the sensation, before he gains confidence, pulling almost all the way out just to drive back in. You cry out in encouragement, clinging to his shoulders, and he repeats once more, a loud groan puffing against your face. You moan sweetly back, wanting him to know how much you’re enjoying it and much of a great job he’s doing. 
“Is it okay?” he asks, needing confirmation. 
“I love it,” you say, voice a whine. He pumps harder in return. 
Gradually, you start to help him, rolling your hips into his to start up a rhythm, and it feels so good for both of you, you can’t do much else. Apart from the moans, the occasional whimper, there’s no talking, your bodies doing all the communicating. You touch him all over, sliding your hands up and down his sweaty back, fingers grazing the hairs at the nape of his neck, tangling in the brown locks as your mouths move together when they can. Most of the time you’re too distracted to kiss properly. 
After a few minutes he begins to pant your name, face falling into the crook of your neck, your earlobe finding its way between his lips as he sucks on the flesh. “Shit, I’m close,” he shudders, sounding guilty about it. 
“Okay,” you breathe, rubbing his shoulders, a hand slipping down his chest, giving one pec a hearty squeeze. “That’s okay.” 
He lifts his head up, staring at you to make sure. 
“Go a little faster,” you urge, linking your ankles around his lower back. “Use me.”  
That, you find out, is his last straw. His hips immediately snap faster, bed frame starting to creak with the force, and not a minute later he’s moaning loudly, lunging at you as he captures your mouth in a needy, hot kiss. You moan with him, holding him tightly as his hips still, only jumping erratically as he spills into the condom. 
You kiss for a long time afterwards, even after he’s moved away briefly to pull out. Even after he’s tugged the condom off and pushed it into the foil packet. You can’t get enough of one another. 
“Best day ever,” he grins down at you, the both of you still panting but at least you can talk again.
You giggle, the sound bubbling out of you, sounding fond, happy. “Best tip of the day, or what?” you tease. 
He laughs along, going in for another kiss, unable to stay away. He kisses you until your lips feel sore, and even then, you don’t want him to stop. He cups your face, pulling away to catch his breath and stares at you all gooey eyed. (Or as Sunmi would say, with hearts in his eyes). 
“You’re so pretty, I mean it.” 
All you can do is smile gratefully, not one to take compliments well. That, and it makes you a little shy. You’re not used to this much adoration after sex, but you don’t question his sincerity. That’s the type of guy he is. Instead of replying with words, you flip him onto his back, climbing on top of him to kiss him appreciatively. You can’t stop touching him either, running your hands down his broad chest. 
“I didn’t want that to be over,” he confesses against your lips. “Was it too quick? Felt like it.” 
“It was perfect,” you beam as you pull away. “And we can always go again if you want to.” 
“Hm,” he thinks aloud. “I think I might have to take a rain check.” The look on your face must be a picture because immediately he’s looking horrified. “I’m kidding!” he exclaims.  
You huff, rolling off him, your arms folding across your naked chest. 
“_____, I’m just messing around,” he insists, leaning over you. He can’t tell if you’re being serious or not. “Because you said that to me yesterday, remember?”��
You pout. “That was mean.” But when you look up at him, he sees the playful glint in your eyes.
Relieved, he lets out a sigh, kissing your cheek. “I know it was. I’m sorry, beautiful.” 
The affectionate name he uses has your heart skipping a beat. 
“I definitely want to go again,” he assures lowly, gaze deepening as he leans in for your mouth yet again. “Soon.” 
“Soon as in a couple of hours?” you grin, a hand sliding over the curve of his hip. “We still need to put my clothes in the dryer.”
You think back to the items in the bathroom, wondering how long it takes for clothing to smell damp… Not that you truly care right now. You spend the following ten minutes cuddling each other, enjoying the warmth of one another’s naked bodies. You’re surprised you feel this comfortable around him, but then again, he’d immediately become such a calming and welcome presence in your life since you’d gotten to know him. Friends, lovers, possibly more? What was the difference… 
“Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” he asks suddenly, just as your eyes are growing heavy. 
You shake your head, before realising he probably can’t tell what that means with it pressed against his chest. “No,” you add. 
“Good, because I want to take you out on a date.” 
“A date?” you repeat, lifting your head to look up at him. You can’t help but sound surprised. “I’ve never been on one before.” 
“You haven’t?” He sounds shocked himself. 
It’s true. None that you would class as one anyway. Maybe the guys in question thought differently… But a midnight McDonald’s run hardly screamed romance, did it? 
“Okay, tomorrow, 10am.” Jin announces. “We’ll make a whole day of it. Can probably fit in a bunch of different dates.” 
“Like what?” You’re curious and beyond excited. 
“It’s a surprise,” he laughs, tickling your sides. 
You push him away with a weak giggle. Tickling usually makes you angry, but if he’s the one doing it, maybe anger is not the emotion you feel… He listens anyway, arms wrapping around your body again. 
“But I need to know what to wear,” you whine. 
“You look cute in anything,” he tells you simply, kissing the crown of your head. “However…” He trails off, sounding a little embarrassed. 
“Go on,” you press, highly curious. 
He gives you a quick squeeze. “You look the cutest in my clothes.” 
Ha! So he had liked seeing you in his clothes. Your hunch had been correct… 
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A note from Jordan; the guy with the clipboard was Yoongi by the way, and knowing that Jin liked OC he definitely made it possible for her to get the car washed by him (and the rest 😝) So, everyone say ‘thank you, Yoongi.’ This fic wouldn’t have ended the same without him… 😆 
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Written 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021
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⊶ small tuna fish ⊷TEASER
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Kim Seokjin is a really nice guy. (Not to be confused with a ‘Nice Guy’). Too nice for someone like you, you’re sure. Which is why you’ve been attempting to ignore what’s going on between you. He couldn’t possibly be flirting with you. He couldn’t possibly like you. Could he...?
It the end, it takes one charity car wash event and one – or two, depending on how dirty your mind is – soakings to make things very clear. 
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pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; college au, friends to lovers, romance, smut notes/warnings; inexperienced! jin, kissing, groping, dry humping, lots of cute reassuring, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, vanilla sex, sweet and soft, jin has a big dick (don’t let the title mislead you lol) words; 1,080
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please note; warnings are for the entire fic, this is just a small (sfw) teaser!
RELEASE; JULY 18TH
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“I’m terrible at public speaking. Why did I do this to myself?”
“Because the idea is to build your confidence up,” you tease, deeply amused by Sunmi’s pain. Then, a little cleverer you add, “It’s actually one of the best classes to take.” 
“OK, smartass,” – she clicks her tongue – “if it’s so beneficial, why didn’t you take it with me?” 
You grin. She’s missing something important. “I’m already great at it.” 
“____!” 
Whatever Sunmi is going to comeback with gets cut short when you both hear a voice calling your name from behind you. You turn your head immediately, grin now spreading wider across your face as if you can’t stop it.
You really can’t.  
And that is because over the past couple of months you’ve become quite fond of that voice. 
“Oh, hey Jin.” 
Sunmi hangs back, waiting for you. 
While your best friend is sweating her ass off in public speaking 101 this semester, you’ve been making new friends in your business writing class. Which has definitely made learning how to write résumés and professional emails a lot more fun. 
Jin catches up to you, a little out of breath, which you can’t help but find cute. Is he in a rush? Or has he just been trying to catch up with you? You tell yourself to shut up, it’s obviously the first one. 
You hike your backpack strap further up your shoulder, trying to adjust the weight. Fridays may be your shortest day, but it calls for the heaviest books. “What you up to?”
He’s carrying a large plastic box, which may also further explain the light panting. “Last minute prep,” he explains with a small smile, plump lips lifting slightly, making his cheeks round. 
A little confused, you take notice of the contents of said box, feeling guilty when you see the yellow sponges and bottles of car soap. “Oh, the car wash.” 
Of course. Tomorrow is Saturday and the college has organised a car washing event for charity. You feel guilty because Jin has been going on about it for over two weeks now, a part of the committee that’s organised it in the first place.
Ignoring your gaffe, you rush your words. “Excited?” 
A light breeze blows his hair in his face, chocolate strands in his eyes, and he cutely attempts to shake them away by moving his head. You fight the urge to reach forward and help him. “I mean, is washing cars all day cause for excitement?” He chuckles. 
“Good point.” 
You can feel your face heating up at yet another stupid mistake, which is unlike you, and actually embarrassingly, Jin has always been able to get this type of reaction out of you. And it’s not like he tries or anything, it just happens. 
As if he notices, he’s quick to reassure you. “But yeah, I can’t wait. Been organising this thing for so long now.” 
You smile politely, aware of Sunmi who is still hovering behind you. Jin must make eye contact with her because you watch him nod his head in her direction, a friendly acknowledgment, and that’s him all over. He doesn’t know her, much like he didn’t know you until a couple of months ago, but he’s still pleasant. Still nice. 
“Will you be dropping by?” He asks you after clearing his throat briefly. He’s casual about it but you notice the way the tops of his ears burn red, similar to how they get when he answers a question in class. “If you come early enough, I’ll still be enthusiastic – probably.” 
You giggle but can’t stop the need to tease him. “Who says I’d want you to wash my car?”
His eyes twinkle as he looks at you, much like they always do when you’re laughing and joking together. He tilts his head to the side. “I’d do a really good job at it.” 
“Oh yeah?”
Your voice is low to match his. 
“Yeah.” This time his smile morphs into the smallest of smirks. There’s something cocky about it, and you like it. 
You sigh dramatically, crossing your arms. “That’s a shame then. I actually don’t have a car right now. The engine blew up a month ago and I can’t afford a new one.” 
Maybe you’re deluded, but he looks a little disappointed. It does something funny to you. Inside your chest. “That sucks.” Then quickly, “You could always volunteer? The more the merrier. We’re expecting a big turnout.” 
You narrow your eyes playfully. “Are you getting some kind of commission?”
He just looks confused, not following. 
“Charming innocent women to come and do the dirty work.” 
It finally clicks and he chuckles almost shyly. “Busted.” 
You point at him. “I’m on to you, Kim.” 
He feigns innocence, holding up his hands in surrender. 
It makes you laugh – hard – unable to stop yourself. This is another reaction he gets out of you very easily. Don’t get you wrong, he’s a funny guy, but most of the time you’re cracking up over nothing. It’s embarrassing, and that’s why you turn down his invite. 
“But gonna have to give tomorrow a rain check, sorry.”
Again, he looks a little disappointed, but it’s probably all in your imagination. It’s gone in a second, his usual smile directed at you as he nods in understanding. 
“There’ll be other opportunities, right?” You can’t help but feel guilty. Not only because he’s asked you, but also because the car wash is for a good cause. 
Jin laughs, readjusting the box he’s still holding to try and point his finger at you. “I’ll hold you to that.” 
“I know you will.” You laugh back, both hanging on it seems, despite the conversation being practically over. 
He takes the lead first as you carry on dithering. “OK, best get going with these sponges. See you Monday?” 
You nod, forgetting your voice for a moment. “Y-yeah, of course. See you Monday, Seokjin.” 
His entire name slips from your lips, and you can’t understand why or how. You never call him that. No one does. But he seems to like it if his smile is anything to go by. You wave him goodbye, and he attempts to do the same before turning and walking off in the opposite direction. 
“What the hell was that?
“What was what?” You demand cluelessly, rounding on Sunmi. 
“That.” 
She thinks she’s just explained everything but really, it’s nothing. 
She scoffs at your puzzled look. “What I just witnessed. The. Flirting.” 
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floralseokjin · 3 years
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Should I drop a small teaser for the new Jin fic I’m writing???? 🤧
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floralseokjin · 3 years
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JORDAN I CANT WAIT FOR SMALL TUNA FISH!! Excited to see carwash boy jin 🥵🧽💦🚗
He’s excited to see you too 😘💖🍣🐟🧽💦💗
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floralseokjin · 3 years
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hi is it ok for me to picture yoongi in his recent vlive as STF!yoongi
definitely 🥰
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floralseokjin · 2 years
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You KNOW Super Tuna made me think of Small Tuna Fish because of the title... And the Jinness of it all... 🐟💜
It’s so funny bc the thought didn’t even come into my head while I was watching his live but then a few people mentioned it and I was like omg of course 😂 I’m this close to writing an accompanying drabble called super tuna fish lmao
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floralseokjin · 2 years
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Could you tell us what your characters' Halloween costumes will be this year? and PLEASE include miss Arin because why not? 😭 i keep thinking about crystallised couple with Harry Potter costumes tho and little Weasley too😻🥺
Little Wesley dressed in a little cloak 🥺 I love that! and thank you for this ask, I had such fun thinking of what my couples would wear <3 I hope you enjoy what I came up with!
Crystallised couple - Edward Scissorhands and Kim Boggs 
Now that the world is slowly getting back to normal and they are both vaccinated along with all their friends, that means HALLOWEEN PARTY AT THEIR PLACE! I feel like halloween costumes are slowly becoming a tradition for them, so this year they painstakingly write up a list of potential ideas like two months in advance. They end up deciding on Edward Scissorhands and Kim Boggs. (Not to be confused with Edward p*nishands, Seokjin insists on telling everybody at the party lmao and they’re just like ??? we don’t watch strange parody p*rn that’s just u 🤣) Oc really wanted to include Wesley in their idea but Seokjin won because she can’t say no to him when he does “that” pout, and besides, he bought this for their loaf baby and she thinks it’s the cutest thing EVER. (And yes… I know what everyone is thinking… Seokjin’s uh, penis hand did come out that night once everyone had left…)
MLS couple - The Addams family 
Okay, I KNOW I’m reusing this from my beloved crystallised babies but LISTEN little Arin dressed as Wednesday 😍😍 She would be adorable! (and would totally own the character! I think they have a little actress in the making!!) Seokjin as Gomez?! 🥵🥵 and Oc would look stunning as Morticia!! I just think it suits them really well. I imagine Arin would ask for a halloween party at her house so all their friends and family could attend.
PBN couple - Pumpkin bump!!
Seeing as Oc will be very pregnant I think she’d go for something pretty simple so I can see Yoongi carefully (and taking it very seriously) painting her bump orange and drawing a pumpkin 🤧 Yoongi would probably take halloween less seriously for him so I imagine he’d just wear something like this 😂 They’d still look adorable together though 😭
STF couple - Clark Kent and Lois Lane
The superman costume was too risky considering his body 🥵but he still looks sexy as hell in a suit and tie, and glasses!!! PLUS THE FOREHEAD IS ON SHOW and Oc has a hard time keeping her hands off her man at the halloween party they attended together (and wouldn’t we all!!!) 😳
FLLL couple - Scooby doo
In the ultimate betrayal Jungkook wanted to have matching costumes with Seppe so he decided on Shaggy and Scooby. But Oc really wanted him to be Fred because she picked Daphne. He doesn’t give in (because quote unquote ‘FRED SUCKS’) and convinces her that Shaggy and Daphne make a much hotter couple <3 
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floralseokjin · 3 years
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ok but butter CD peaches version seokjin represents STF!seokjin, right?
YES that is most definitely him 😍 I just added a white tshirt underneath for… plot hehe
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floralseokjin · 3 years
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Patiently waiting for small fish tuna. Awwww car wash bts ^.^
What we picture and dream of. Well I for one picture this as what I imagine jin as. Screaming some college retro vibes in Jean jacket
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But then sometimes then be crashing our fun filled fantasies by being real.
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Still sexy but just so ...ughhhhh and squeal worthy
😂 the difference between reality and fantasy! I can confirm that stf! jin shall be in the denim overalls for part of the fic so 👀 Thank you for waiting its release! I’m so excited to post!!
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floralseokjin · 3 years
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When I saw the small tuna fish teaser I thought tuna fish was a euphemism for dick 💀💀💀
💀 it’s the word ‘small’ it’s playing tricks on us!
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small tuna fish (teaser) replies
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@yslkook reblogged and said: OMGGGGG the chemistry im gonna pass out...i have been thirsty and i am now quenched. ty for blessing us with a fic based on carwash seokjin bc it needed to be done<3
I AM SO HAPPY TO BE ABLE TO PROVIDE!! Hope you enjoy the full thing, thank you always <33
@sas085 replied: I see somebody was very inspired by all those teaser pics Bighit gifted us with 😏 The teaser did its job, though: I'm looking forward to this fic as much as your previous ones 🥰🤩
Those damn teaser pics inspired way too much 😭 Thank you for looking forward, and for feeding my inspo in our dms!!! 💕
@trustingofwinds replied: omg stoppp I'm so in love with this jin already!! the way I'd be a flirting mess in front of him too lmao. I just know this fic is going to be so cute!! can't wait 💓
Literally 🤣 He’d be all like “what the fck is wrong with this one???” LMAOO. Thank you, thank you!!!
@ikuyootori replied: Ahhhhhh buzzing with excitement from this teaser!!!! Cannot wait for the whooooole fic!!!!
Ahhhhhh thank you 🥺 so happy you’re excited! 
@jinpanman reblogged and replied: im into this. i am SO into this. omfg.......im so excited.....plz.....THAT FLIRTING EEEEPPP!!!!! JFHJASH HE IS SO INTO HER!!!! I CANNOT WAIT FOR MORE FLIRTING!!!!!
i keep coming back to reread this uwu......i already know im gonna love this so much
I am so happy I managed to pull off that flirting hahaha 🤣 Thank you for being so excited, I’m so eager to be done and post already!!!!! 
@bringmetheksj reblogged and said: Yaaay I'm so excited for thissss, a new Seokjin to add to the collection 🥺💜 also that "Jin has a big dick" warning 👀 omg Jordan what's new? 😏
My collection of Seokjins are so close to my heart, he’s gonna fit right in with the crazy bunch 🥺 even if he is a little more quiet, bless him! and lmaoo I guess I don’t even need to add the BD to the warnings anymore, right??? It’s a given 🤣 Thank you for looking forward! 
@icksndkys reblogged and said: Omg wait but I'm so excited to see how this story unfolds! You had me at Jin's bright red ears. I'm already so invested in these characters 🥺🥺
Oh, what a compliment! Thank you so much <3 
@ladyartemesia replied: SO EXCITED!!!
THANK YOU VIOLA!!
@sadiesemi-blog reblogged and said: How is it every time this BEAUTIFUL writers writes anything about Jin I always question a. Who my true bias is and b. How many times I’ll end up re reading it. The cute banter, the flirting, F*$& everything is always making me squeal. Oh what am I going to do when the full fic is out
Thank you for this, it’s such a compliment! I hope you enjoy the full fic once it’s released! I’m looking forward to posting ~ 
@atastefulwonderland reblogged and said: AAAAHHHH I LOVE HIM ALREADY 😍 Can't wait to read this future masterpiece (and figure out that title 👀). Long live car wash!Seokjin 💦💦 hihi
Hahaha, the title is actually from the Shark Tale song Car Wash !! It’s been stuck in my head ever since the teaser pics were released 🤣 and whelp, car wash! Seokjin will definitely be soaking something 👀 Thank you for looking forward! 
@idiotscalledfriends replied: This is so good I can’t wait
Thank you <3! 
@yourbibillyhills​ reblogged and said: Aaahh I’m so excited!!! 💃💃
YAY, thank you!!
@sunshinerainbowsbts​ replied: Carwash Jin? Oh hell yeah!
He’s a keeper!!! 
@analoghearts​ replied: CAR WASH JINNNNN
LET’S GO!!!
And lastly, thank you to everyone who has left lovely tags on their reblogs! 
I hope I can finish this fic ASAP. All your love and support always means so much 💖 
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My type is literally my comfort fic. Idk what it is but “nerdy” Seokjin literally does some stuff to me emotionally. I get so happy and giddly every time I read it. The “first time” concept is so cute yet so sexy at the same time???!!! This story makes me wonder if I have a virgin kink lmao. I think it’s just Jin that does stuff to me. 😂 Also the ending literally gives me BUTTER-F.L.I.E.S.!!! There’s just something in a “nerdy” or “submissive” guy getting confident and dominant in bed!! It’s just so hot!! I felt the same thing in Small Tuna Fish as well. Am I the only one who feels like that? 😅😅
Nooo you’re definitely not the only one who thinks like that!!!! STF gave me the same sorta vibes as My Type actually! You worded it perfectly, seeing their confidence build is just 🥵🥵 Thank you for rereading My Type 😭😭 it was such a random idea I had after watching that run episode where Jin had the blonde hair and glasses, but nerd Jin still holds a special place in my heart 💖
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