#jin imagine

[cravetive]

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂

☾ ⋆*･ Pairings: Meteorologist! Jin x Fem!reader

☾ ⋆*･ Synopsis: after many failed relationships you find yourself struggling to open up to new connections but once you overhear that your timid colleague Seokjin has a crush on you, you set out to play a game of temptation where somewhere in the process, you come face to face with the sudden realization that the weather is not the only unpredictable thing.

☾ ⋆*･ Warnings: SMUT! workplace/office au, Jin is quiet and innocent until he's not, fingering, oral sex! ( M! receiving ), dirty talk, creampie ( hehe) , teasing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, hardcore, a bit angsty ( im an angst slut leave me alone ) , foreplay , slight dom/sub dynamics, kissing, biting/marking, we will pray Y/n gets her life together.

☾ ⋆*･ Authors note: I wish I could tell you what I've done but this is what my brain produces when I'm on 5 hours of sleep.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Word count: 10 K ( for what reason?)

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Ever since you were conscious you would often find yourself lost in the sky - entrained on the sun, the moon, and the stars but most importantly on the weather. Even before you could walk You wondered what caused thunders to ripple through the clouds, worried over the sun that disappeared during rainfall. You were fixated, overly obsessed and it is what had led you to become a research meteorologist and whilst some found the profession to be boring and fruitless (your parents), there was nothing in the world that you loved most then to predict cloudy skies and cold nights. Being able to observe, understand, and therefore explain the earth's atmospheric phenomenons offers you a sense of gratification.

On the other hand you couldn’t say you ran with the same luck when it came to love and relationships, your long list of exes and failed talking stages were enough scientific evidence to prove that. Things just never ended well between you and whoever fate decided to send your way. you could never decipher if it was due to the lack of communication, lack of interest, or a little bit of both that prevented you from harvesting anything solid with those you fell in love with but it always left you high and dry. It wasn’t like you were a hopeless romantic either, yet the instincts you had when it came to forecasting sunny skies were just not there when it came to romance.

To put it bluntly, your relationships just didn’t last and it had brought you to a point where you questioned all your romantic interactions.

How long will this one last? How long until this one ends? Will we see each other in public and turn the other way?

It's why you struggled to get your feelings across most times, it's why you found it almost impossible to tell that certain person who sat across from you at work how he made you feel.

The timid and reserved Junior meteorologist didn’t catch your attention at first, always keeping to himself and rarely participating in any after work activities with your co-workers, which had made it almost impossible for you to even notice him. that was until 3 weeks ago during a mandatory work dinner. Whilst on a small bathroom break you had unintentionally walked into a game of truth and dare between your colleagues where by perhaps fate you had eavesdropped on the confession of that very same drunken man.

You had opted to feign ignorance, slipping back into the table as if nothing had happened all whilst deciding to commence a cruel game against the meek man. You would find yourself teasing him, subtly flirting until his cheeks turned red and his words turned into stutters. At first it was a childish fun ruse but as time progressed you found yourself looking in his direction more often, entranced by his smile and quiet charisma.

You were doomed and yet, it didn’t stop you from taunting him. small winks and little comments of how good he looked in his baseball caps and soft sweaters, causing him to often jolt as a response. It was harmless until it wasn’t, until you started imagining him between your legs, his large and skillful hands wrapped around your neck.

“for fucks sake” Daiyu, your best friend and colleague huffed as she ran towards the entrance, her freshly styled copper hair drenched with rain that poured from the sunny sky. You giggled, closing your umbrella and entering the building, your heels squeaking against the marbled floors. Daiyu followed after you, a trail of curses falling from her mouth whilst her hands frantically wiped at her wet clothes.

“I always tell you to carry an umbrella and you never listen” you sighed.

“It was a 30% chance!” she exclaimed, reaching to frantically press on the elevator button.

“I should sue you guys” Daiyu groaned.

You looked back at her, taking in her flustered and soaked appearance, deciding not to pass further judgment. Daiyu was as stubborn as a bull and anything that you chose to say would just  go  through one ear and out the other anyways. you reached into your purse and grabbed a napkin, extending it out for her to take. She snatched it urgently and dabbed on her face, emitting a groan of frustration at the inconvenience the sky had caused her.

“It was so sunny and warm outside” she complained, which caused you to laugh loudly, both of you stepping into the elevator as the doors slid open.

“Looks can be deceiving Daiyu” you noted, watching as the doors closed in front of you.

Daiyu smirked, disregarding your statement and focusing on the current situation you were in. her mind going back to the late-night conversation you both had shared 2 days ago over wine and expensive cheese. She leaned over closer to you, her eyebrows teasingly raising while you shared a bewildered expression on your face.

“what?” you asked, concerned with her inquisitive glances.

“I guess the same thing can be said about Jin,” Daiyu winked, a hint of excitement in her tone. She goaded you to speak on the subject, but you rolled your eyes in response.

“I bet he is a real beast in the sheets” Daiyu raised her eyebrows.

“Daiyu please, this is not the time or place to have this conversation” you scolded - eyes fixed on the numbers that flashed on the small screen above the elevator panel. 

“I guess you are deceiving - look at you all serious now like you aren't torturing that poor man.”

“Daiyu” your eyes widened and she was lucky you were both alone in the elevator - out of hearing range of any nosy employee’s. 

“I didn’t share that with you so that you can hold it over my head” you snapped, making a quick escape as soon as the elevator doors opened.

“oh come on!” she shouted after you, the sound of her heels echoing inside the office as she chased after you, her arm interlinking with yours when she caught up. you didn’t intend to avoid the topic, in fact you found it relieving to be able to speak to someone freely about it but what Daiyu was trying to indicate with her previous statements were by far completely illogical. 

Jin was but a shy and reserved guy, not the kind that tried to deceive by putting on appearances. 

How else was he able to contain himself by your constant teasing and flirting, if he wasn’t.

“we will talk about this later” you declared, giving her a soft shove towards her desk. Daiyu pouted, providing you a saddened glance whilst reluctantly dragging herself to her desk where she threw herself into her chair in rather dramatic defeat. You giggled at the scene she produced and walked across the room, reaching your own desk.

Seokjin was already there, too focused on the screen in front of him to notice your arrival. You took this time to take in his appearance. the sweater he wore accentuating his biceps and broad shoulders, the pair of glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose causing a pulsation between your thighs - lured by the image of him crawling over you with them on. You cleared your throat quickly, grabbing his attention and interrupting your perverted train of thought.

He glanced up at you, cheeks already turning pink as he took in your presence.

“Good Morning Mr. Kim” you whispered, offering him a smug smile whilst sliding into your chair. It took a moment for him to respond, his eyes briefly falling on the low v neck blouse you decided to wear today (one of your many little tricks of course). His lips parted, a gulp traveling down his throat. He quickly removed his eyes from your accentuated breasts, dragging his attention back to his screen.

“G-good Morning” he stumbled on the phrase, his tone quiet and faint.

you smiled out of satisfaction, unable to suppress the butterflies in your stomach that only he managed to make flutter. Seokjin is sexy in the most subtle ways; he doesn’t even try and yet he could make you squirm in your seat like a schoolgirl. His full lips, his deep intense eyes, and dorky smile kindled a pressure in your lower abdomen that you often tried to conceal by crossing your legs. 

“I like that color on you, you look good” you complimented, offering Jin a small smirk.

Jin glanced down at his sweater, his hands smoothing out the cashmere deep blue material. He had liked the color, had even thought it was a nice sweater when he first picked it out at the store but having its tincture complimented by you now, gave it a new feeling - it felt softer against his skin.

“thank you” he almost muttered.

You nodded happily, bringing your hair into a ponytail as you always did when beginning the day. Jin’s eyes hesitantly trailed your exposed neck, carving out the smoothness of your skin and studying each detail of the necklace that hung there - soon halting at the sight of your lips, a breath hitching in his throat. 

“You like what you see, Mr. Kim?” you asked, your eyes sparking with the realization of his discreet stare.

Jin sat up,your voice startling him out of his daze - his eyes now looking in every direction but yours.

“cause you can see more if you want, you just have to ask” your voice was a mere whisper and Jin could feel every hair in his body stand up from your tone alone. There was a long silence, your eyes intensively studying his composure. He moved his attention back on his computer screen, deciding it would be best to ignore the comment that made his heart run laps inside his chest all together.

“Hey Jin” you called, his eyes quickly moving back to you with hesitation.

“I'm only joking” you lied.

You would've allowed him to see your entire soul if he had just asked.

The day had turned sour rather quickly, the entire office thrown into a frenzy by the threat of an incoming spring storm and it had left you running in circles all throughout the building, your heels beginning to jab into your feet painfully- leaving your soles red and sore. You groaned, stepping into the cafeteria for the first time in the day, finally allowing yourself a small break amidst the hysteria. You needed coffee and you needed it fast. Your heavy eyes scanned the cabinet in search for your favorite mug - propping yourself on your toes for a better view. 

“Where the hell did I put you?” you muttered under your breath, your hands pushing away various mugs in an attempt to find the deep emerald one you always used. Your shoulders ached, weighed down by the tumultuous day and your eyes burned, the result of staring at your computer screen for 4 hours straight. Not finding your mug would be the last straw, the drop of water that would make you spill over. You groaned loudly and leaned against the counter, your hand flying to cover your face in frustration while you balanced from one foot to the other, trying to ease the ache shooting up your legs.

“Are you looking for this?” a quiet and familiar voice asked.

You raised your head slowly, capturing a view of the man standing in front of you, your mug held comfortably in his hand. Exhaustion creeped through your body, leading you to bubble with irrational anger but as you prepared to berate the individual who had seized your precious mug, you took a moment to study their fingers, soon realizing they were the hands you melted over ever so often, concluding who the culprit behind the theft was.

Jin offered you a concerned glance, his profound sepia eyes blinking slowly as if expecting a response. You remained silent, losing yourself in his stare. the ache on your limbs suddenly evaporating for those short seconds, a wave of serenity settling deep inside of you. you shook your head slowly, unable to break eye contact as he made time stop around you.

All urgency to resume your pending tasks halted whilst you stood in front of him - The buzzling in the office growing quiet as your eyes slowly traced his features.

“I can wash it out if you want, I’m done anyways” Jin offered, a small smile forming on his face.

Your attention crawled to his mouth, inspecting his plump and soft lips, lips you wanted to press yours against, lips that were smeared with the cold foam of his coffee, foam you imagined on other parts of his body for you to lick.

“n-no, it's okay” this time it was you who stuttered; it was you who grew flustered.

The room fell silent as you remained stunned by his intense stare, your mind flowing with ideas that were neither appropriate nor sane. You were in deep shit, and you knew it, your heart pressed against your chest begging to jump into the hands of the man standing before you whilst your mind yelled that he was like everyone else, like every guy you had ever met. The one with the soft eyes and quick lies.

“You uh have something” you gestured to his mouth, making him aware of the leftover foam on his lips.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, his hand quickly flying to wipe away at his face. his eyes trailed away from yours, causing you to inhale sharply.

“Did I get it?” he asked, turning back to you. His cheeks still flushed with shame.

You inspected his lips once again, taking in their smoothness and soft pink color, pictured them gracing your skin softly - leaving their imprint on your skin.

“Here I’ll-” you offered, reaching forward and closing the gap between you both. you leisurely wiped away at the top of his lip with your thumb, removing all the residual foam left there. His lips were warm under your touch, your breaths growing short and unruly due to the sensation.

You could feel his stare fixed on you as you aided him, your cheeks becoming rogue at the sudden intimacy of the situation. Jin’s mouth parted as if he had wanted to say something but even if he had you doubted you would have been able to hear him over the hammering of your heart. The euphoric feeling dazed you out of all self restraint - luring you to act upon your intrusive thoughts .

you found yourself losing yourself in the sea of brown that were his eyes again, knowing you could drown and subsequently, dipped your foam covered thumb into your mouth without a second thought.

You collected the sugar that had once rested on his lips on your tongue and allowed it to rest there. A pleasure filled hum echoing from within your chest - your eyes fluttering shut at the satisfaction the fulfillment of your craving caused. You remained stuck there, your brain unable to generate anything but utter bliss. 

“hey! Is there any creamer lef…”

The voice of the intern entering the cafeteria was like cracking thunder, your body jerking as a life vest was being thrown at you, aiding you from going under. Your eyes shot open in realization, body tensing at the action you had just mindlessly committed but Jin didn’t appear to be as startled as you, his eyes firmly held on your lips. It felt like your whole body was on fire and it was only then when you noted the damp fabric of your panties pressed against your clit. 

Both you and Jin turned your heads quickly, eyes landing on the intern who stood shocked by the door, his mouth held ajar. You blinked quickly; your brain unable to register what had just taken place. it was as if everything inside you had been electrocuted and you couldn’t even find the strength to defend yourself against the silent accusation the interns eyes made.

You dreadfully took a step back from Jin, lowering your gaze once he looked back at you - you cleared your throat quickly before stumbling out of the shared space. The sound of your heels leaving echoes inside of Jin’s head.

You had deduced 2 things from that brief encounter. The first being you and Jin were beyond screwed - interns liked to talk, liked to share and gossip didn't take long to spread within the office and secondly, that being alone in a room with Jin was dangerous, far more than you had anticipated.

“Yup, it's been sent to the group chat” Daiyu nodded, pushing a spoon full of yogurt into her mouth.

You sighed, covering your face in agony.

As expected the details of your little encounter with Jin had been shared all throughout the office with the intern taking quite the creative liberty of disclosing details you were sure never happened. You groaned loudly, pushing your food away. 

“Oh god” you whispered, “we work together, you know I can lose my job right?” you stared at her, wide eyed but your friend didn’t join your panic, instead a small giggle escaped her lips and your eyebrows intertwined in confusion.

“Do you find this funny?” you yelled, throwing a balled-up napkin at her head.

“Hey! Let’s use our words” she laughed, causing you to throw your head back in defeat.

“What did you think was going to happen Y/n? Jin is a man and you are a woman - i'm surprised you haven't humped in the janitors closet yet” she mused. 

You pressed your hands against your temples, trying to stop yourself from imagining the both of you doing the mentioned act. 

“Relax, it’s not that bad” she responded, “besides their just rumors, okay?” you knew she was trying to calm you, trying to bring you back from the trepidation you had been succumbing to during the last few days but her words didn’t offer any relief, anxiety running through your entire body quickly and mercilessly.

“you know I almost believed it but then he added that Jin had his hands wrapped around your waist and I had to debunk it” Daiyu shared, swallowing the yogurt in her mouth “cause we both know that boy would simply combust if he even graced his finger tips against your skin.”

You shot bullets in her direction, how was she able to make a joke out of all of this when you were literally falling apart? your job on the line, your reputation. Everything you had worked so hard to get and maintain all down the gutter for a man and Yet, there wasn’t even a hint of regret in your thoughts, in fact the only reason why you were so stressed out in the first place was for the simple fact that you were caught,caught doing something so frivolous and yet the whole office was in an uproar about it.

If you knew you would be at the brink of getting fired over lingering stares and kinship, you would’ve at least given yourself the liberty of kissing him.

“Hey, you are in your head again” Daiyu yelled, snapping her fingers in your face. you blinked in her direction and sighed, turning away once again.

“Can this get any worse?” you complained.

“I think it just might,” Daiyu winced.

You glanced back at her and turned your head in the direction of her widened eyes. The director had stepped into the cafeteria, and he was walking straight to you. you felt your body tremble, your brain preparing for the worst. You quickly stood up, your entire nervous system beginning to shut down.

“Ms. Y/n” he greeted, you stood completely still, unable to bring any air into your lungs as your knees threatened to collapse.

“Mr. Han,” your voice trembled.

Daiyu stood up quickly, putting down her yogurt and offering your boss a 90 degree bow before standing up straight, giving you a panicked glance.

“Ms. Y/n do you have a moment? I would like to go over some things in my office” your heart dropped, your palms clammy. You soon became very aware of every vein in your body, pulsating strongly against your skin.

your throat went dry, sandpaper rubbing against the other as you tried to form a coherent response.

“I uh I – yeah”

He turned quickly without another word, his steps firm and demanding, you followed behind him like a lost puppy, glancing back at Daiyu; your eyes brimmed with tears. she attempted to give you a smile through her concerned expression but even her movements faltered when she offered you a thumbs up. You were screwed, you had gone too far in your little game and now you were facing the consequences.

The walk back to Mr. Han’s office felt eternal, passing coworkers who stared and mumbled amongst each other. You were dragging your feet at this point, your heart plummeting into despair the closer you got to his office. In retrospect you didn’t feel contrition towards the event that had taken place, one does not lament over things they enjoyed but now was not the time for you to ponder on the things you did or didn't regret.

one word from your boss and you would be sent packing with all of your hopes and dreams.

You entered his office quietly, brain swarmed with negative thoughts - predicting the words that would soon empty from his mouth.

‘YOU’RE FIRED’ 

The unspoken yet inevitable words rang inside your ears - tears swelling in your eyes out of mere anticipation. 

You let out a long breath, hoping that for a second it could appease your mind but it was no use, you were a nervous wreck and it was evident by the way your boss stared at you whilst he sat behind his desk. You decided to solve math problems in your head, a method that most times distracted you from distressing situations but as you began to find the answer to your first algebra problem you felt a presence next to you and when you glanced over, your legs buckled.

“please take a seat guys” your boss requested.

You tried to move your limbs, but your feet were stuck to the ground, eyes fixed on Jin whilst he avoided your gaze and pushed out his chair taking a seat as instructed. He didn't greet you as he tended to do nor did he give you one of his famous small introverted smiles you often looked forward to. It was as if you weren’t even there but you were and it was as if he couldn’t care less. 

Ouch…

he was tense, you could see it and It was all your fault. you were fucked, royally fucked. Your shaky hands reached for your own chair, hesitantly slipping next to him.

“I can assume you know why I’ve asked the both of you here” Mr. Han began, your stomach somersaulting painfully. You glanced over at Jin who remained silent, not a speck of anxiousness in his demeanor. Why was he so relaxed? Had he just accepted his fate? Your face contorted with conflict and then turned to face your boss, a long weighed sigh leaving your body.

“I want to apologize, I know that it wasn’t ethical and I assume full responsibility-“ you began rambling, your mouth going painfully dry. your boss stared back at you like you had 3 heads and your voice faded into thin air, further apprehension spreading inside of you.

“Y/n, I can attest you are really good at your job but why are you apologizing for the weather?” Mr. Han chuckled. you blinked slowly, unable to understand his words.

“huh?”

“look, we might be facing a storm soon and I want to send a group of you over to our headquarters in Yeosu, they will be hit the hardest and in all honesty they need all the help they can get”

Relief and embarrassment flow through you as his intentions are made clear. you let out a small nervous giggle struggling with the intrusive desire to slap yourself across the face.

“I can go on my own,” Jin interrupted, and you quickly turned to him. his face cold and expressionless, your stomach dropping once again and all those bad feelings that had previously  swallowed you, began eating at you all over again.

“I'm sure Ms. Y/n  here has a lot of work on her plate and I'm sure I can do most of the work myself.”

His words were rational, made sense even but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking this was just the aftermath of the rumors that had been spreading. You understood him, being spoken about and stared at when most times all he wanted to do was go about undetected must’ve been uncomfortable, albeit it made your insides twist.

“oh i'm sure you are more than capable but there will be a lot to cover and I just don’t think you’ll be able to manage.”

“Then give me a team, Ms. Y/n can stay here with the others - I'm sure we will need coverage here too” Jin insisted. you couldn’t bring yourself to protest. It was probably the best idea. You didn’t want any more rumors to spread about the two of you, not when it made Jin treat you like this. The game was over - no longer did you find amusement in your actions, instead you started to regret toying with him in the first place. it was immature on your part and you wanted nothing more than to apologize for your childish ways.

“I can understand your consideration of Ms. Y/n but it wasn’t a request” Mr. Han stated, causing chills to go down your spine.

“the train tickets have been purchased, you will be departing tomorrow morning” your boss concluded.

Jin stood up first, walking out of the room without another word. You followed behind quickly, your head spinning in circles as you tried catching up to him. 

“Jin” you called, but he kept his pace - not bothering to look back at you.

“Jin” you repeated, your voice much louder this time. 

His steps slowed, a sigh falling from his lips before he turned to look at you - you couldn't make out the stare he held once his eyes met with yours but it made you feel like shit. This entire ordeal was making you question the kind of person you were and for the first time since you had begun playing mind games with the man, you had realized how fucked this entire thing was. 

“How can i help you Ms. Y/n” his tone had always been reserved but this time it was different - you could feel the chill from a mile away. 

“I just wanted to say I'm sorry” you breathed. 

“Okay” he answered. 

“Okay?” you questioned, taken aback by his response. 

“Okay” Jin reaffirmed before he spun around and left you standing alone and confused in the empty hallway. 

The train ride had been 3 long painful hours and even though all your colleagues had slept peacefully, including Daiyu who snored into your ear the entire trip you hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Jin. He avoided you like the plague the entire way to Yeosu. Putting on his headphones when it was only the two of you awake, making sure he was the first to exit the train once it arrived, and when you entered the shared home you and your colleagues would be staying in for the longevity of the trip, he intentionally chose the room furthest away from yours.

You decided to just let the situation be, there wasn’t anything you could do now and besides, it didn’t appear like he even wanted an apology. Maybe, seeking him out would only make things worse.

“Have you talked to him?” Daiyu asked, setting up a small satellite on the ground to assist the tracking of the storm.

“no” you muttered, writing down notes in your notepad “and quite frankly I don’t intend to Daiyu.”

“oh come on, we will be here for 2 more days and you guys are just gonna what? Pretend the other is not there? It's making me and everyone else uncomfortable” she complained.

“And what other options do I have? I tried to apologize but he just said okay, like what even is that? okay?!” you huffed with frustration.

“he even stayed in when we said we would go out for drinks” you whisper, the topic alone distracting you from the data you were collecting. The memory caused an ache in your chest, an ache that you didn’t like. It was a faint soreness that had accompanied you many times before, during nights of heartache and rejection, so imperceptible yet debilitating.

“The kid likes you, we know he likes you, you know he likes you, and you like him” Daiyu shrugs “why are you dragging this?” her tone was annoyed but she held a smile on her face.

“it's more complicated than that and you know that” you responded, rolling your eyes.

“ugh whatever keep eye fucking him for all I care” Daiyu groaned.

“Are you all done here? I'll wait in the car” you yelled, taking quick steps away from Daiyu.

“hey! We need to make sure it's stable!” Daiyu yelled out but you ignored her, pretending to be too far to hear her curses.

As predicted the storm had arrived ferociously. Wind ripping through the city, rain pouring harshly - turning the sky opaque. Your dry and pained eyes stared at the computer screen in front of you as you wrote yet another report, racing against mother nature in an attempt to keep up with the current weather. You hadn’t slept in the last 24 hours and the toll it had left was visible. The only thing keeping you awake being the loud crackles of thunder tearing into the sky. 

You had been locked in your room all day and you had no intentions on stepping out.

The rest of the group with the exception of Jin had left to track the storm, giving you hourly updates on the current situation and the damage the storm was leaving in its path. Knowing you were alone with him in the same house left an anxious haze in your system.

You allowed your eyes to flutter shut for a few seconds, giving them some moisture but your mind wandered to another place, drifting deeper into your consciousness - within the darkness of your tightly shut eyes you envisioned Jin’s capable hands. touching, roaming, rubbing. You retracted the image of his mouth, of his tongue. Sliding, licking, pulling. And then there it was, the pooling between your thighs, the pressure under your navel.

Your eyes opened quickly as another thunder rolled through the sky, bright lights seeping through your half-opened blinds, dragging you away from your salacious contemplations.

You needed to clear your mind, to provide your brain another task to focus on before it began to rot. An impulse surged through you, your body rising from the chair it had made a home out of and stepping out into the dark house. What was the worst that could happen? For Jin to ignore you? He was already doing that anyway.

Your steps were soft as you made your way to the kitchen, a cup of chamomile tea sounding delicious at the moment, it would help you fall asleep and above all it would shake away the anxiousness that gripped you. your mouth watered with the idea. 

Aside from the small creaks the foundation of the old home made against the strong wind outside- everything else was completely silent. The gray evening sky offering the only source of light throughout the space.

You reached into the coverts and pulled out a kettle, which you filled with water and set on the stove to boil. Your eyes wandered out the window, concerned with the raging weather that apparently had no intentions on stopping. You were worried for your team, hoping they had found shelter, and you were also worried about running into Jin. all the bravery you had suddenly found in those short seconds when you first decided to leave your room quickly fading away. you blinked slowly, trying to rid yourself of the exhaustion pressing on your body.

 You made mental plans of a warm shower and then finally some rest, if the thunder allowed it.

If your Jin ridened brain would allow it.

There was another crackle in the sky and then the sliding door in the dining room opened and slammed shut, your whole nervous system jolting as a loud scream escaped your mouth. you turned your head to access the damage the wind had probably caused but your made out a figure standing by the door. A drenched, heaving figure. You blinked rapidly, ensuring it wasn’t your imagination and once your brain awakened from its internal slumber you realized that the person standing there, dripping wet from head to toe was Jin.

“Jin?” you exclaimed “are you okay?”

Your feet moved quickly towards him, mind racing with weariness at the sight of him. His presence left a puddle on the floor, his rain slicked black hair stuck to his forehead. He nodded slightly, wanting to avoid further questioning. You reached into the closet nearby and pulled out a clean towel. 

He was shivering, mouth trembling as he stood there in complete silence.

“What were you doing outside? It's dangerous out there” your voice was stern, but you weren’t trying to reprimand him. Jin was a grown man, and you were sure he was aware of the current climate.

“I had forgotten my camera” he simply explained, holding up the canon T7 camera for you to see.

“Gosh, let me help you” you sighed, taking fast steps towards him. your mind was racing with ways you could help him, concerned with his well-being however once you were closer, all those thoughts stopped – paused by the view in front of you. Jin’s black t-shirt was glued to his body, the imprint of his torso visible through the wet material. His face dripped droplets of water as he stared at you with those eyes that you habitually melted over and you weren’t sure if it was due to the rain outside, but his skin appeared to glisten, accentuating the veins that crawled down his forearms and down his hands.

This wasn’t the time to look, to peer like you often did, not a moment to tease but your eyes couldn’t help trail down to his sweats that now due to the weight of the water they had absorbed sat just below his waist, his underwear peeking above them.

You cleared your throat, attempting to remain focused whilst your hands tended to the shivering man in front of you but once the towel touched his skin, his hand came up to grip yours. You looked up at him quickly, your brows knitting with concern. His eyes pierced through you and you recalled the reason why the both of you hadn’t spoken this entire time, remembered the way he had avoided you at all costs.

“don’t do that” his tone was low, a heaviness within it that you had never heard him use before.

“do what?” yours quivered, a crack forming at the last word.

“don’t provoke me,” Jin stated.

The ache returned inside your chest, the one that you hated so much and you felt weak. Your eyes faltered, blinking away from his gaze with a heavy sigh.

“Jin, I want to apologize again, I shouldn’t have-“ you began, unable to recognize the softness in your words - a knot embedding itself in your trachea.

“What are you apologizing for?” his expression was that of confusion and you felt intimidated. The question leaves you disoriented.

“what?” you asked.

“you shouldn’t apologize if you aren’t sorry.”

“but I am” you stood on those words, truly feeling culpable of the situation you had created due to your lack of self control, due to your habit of complicating things but Jin’s words held different meaning which you had missed due to your lack of sleep,or perhaps it was because you couldn’t concentrate on anything else besides the bulge that pressed against his drenched sweats.

 Jin was teasing you.

He stepped closer, his chest now mere inches from yours. His towering build caused you to become very aware of how tall he really was, you didn’t speak another word as the room suddenly shrunk 3 sizes, your breath trapped inside of your rib cages.

“I take pride in the kind of man that I am” he muttered, leaning his face towards yours. “im respectful – a well mannered man” Jin’s eyes trailed down to your lips and he watched them intently as they parted slightly. 

“I am a civil man” he whispered, his hand rising to caress the skin of your cheek softly - erupting goosebumps everywhere inside of you. the shy and concealed man you had come to know had disappeared, leaving no traces of innocence – his stare flickering with lust. His thumb smoothed over your mouth and you could feel your heart rumble within your chest, your body trembling with each outlet of air.

“but you continue to toy with me, you appear in my dreams where I find myself doing the most indecent things to you” the confession made you lean into his touch, the realization of how good his hand felt pressed against your cheek eliminating all hesitation “it makes me question what a gracious man like me can do.”

“Jin” you trembled, body running feverishly warm as you bore into his eyes.

His hand traveled to the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with strands of your hair and he pulled, firmly but yet not hard enough to cause pain – your mouth opened as a whine traveled through your throat but before it could escape; his lips landed on yours.

 his tongue twisting away the small complaint.

It felt like a dream, like it wasn't real and for a second you wanted to pinch yourself – you wanted your alarm to go off so that you could wake up because it felt too real and dreams like these often brought you utter disappointment. Jin ran his hands against your body, his cold touch leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

You could feel your arousal dripping against your panties, the exhilaration of his mouth and hands on you leaving your mind hazed. Jin’s hand trailed under your tank top, his fingers gracing your stomach as they dragged themselves towards your breast, your small whimpers pouring into his ravenous mouth. His hand went under your bra where his fingers found your nipples, rubbing them lightly. your body leaning into his as a consequence. You both stood so close now and yet, it didn’t feel like enough.

You wanted to melt into him, wanted to feel him everywhere all at once – until you couldn't breath, until you were louder than the storm outside.

Small moans left your lips, urging him to lose all control and you could tell he was reaching his breaking point when his hips jerked forward, his erection pressing against your thigh. You leaned away from his lips, eyes meeting at the sudden action. You tugged at his drenched t-shirt and he allowed you to remove it, lifting his arms up in the air. Your eyes trailed his skin as you exposed it, inch by inch.

He was gorgeous, not a trace of imperfections on his soft pale skin – his shoulders were so broad and you pictured your legs stretched over them, giving him full access to the part that pulsed sorely in-between your thighs.

His hand reached for your hair once again, pulling your head back - his tongue traveling up the valley of your neck. your eyes fluttered shut, mouth releasing short sighs as he bit and nibbled on the tender skin. You felt like your skin was on fire, cheeks burning due to the lack of oxygen his mouth was causing. It was a  high you wanted to be in at all times.

 you had misread Jin entirely. This man was capable of destroying you, the evidence in the way your body trembled under his attention.

His hand slipped from under your shirt, finding the hem of your pajama pants and guiding his hand inside. Your mouth falling completely open once his slender fingers reach your clit, quivering in anticipation. He palmed you through your panties slowly, allowing your wetness to spread across the crutch of your panties.

“mhmm so warm” Jin groaned almost painfully.

He licked his lips as he stared into your eyes, darkness enveloping them the longer his hand remained inside of your pants, you knew you were completely fucked, he had you right where he wanted you.

 a thought arises from within the deepest part of your mind that perhaps, he was the one toying with you all this time. testing how far you would go to bring him to this point.

“Jin” you moaned “I want to uh.”

“What do you want to do?” he asked, arching his brow at your broken request.

You couldn’t concentrate but you were sure of what you wanted, of what you wanted to do to him. you reached forward, your hand finding his rock hard dick - giving it a slow pump. It quivered under your touch, urging you for more. Small groans fell out Jin’s mouth, the hand intertwined with your hair pulling back a bit harder.

Your eyes pleaded out to him -  slowly sinking on your knees. your stare never breaks with Jin. You wanted to look at him while you snatched his soul away, you had imagined this moment so many times and now that it was finally here, presented to you in a silver platter your mouth salivated. You slowly pushed down his sweats and then his boxers, his erection springing out, standing tall in front of you.

Your willing tongue unraveled from your mouth, holding his delicate length in your hand as you slid your tongue up his shaft, spreading your saliva against the pulsing vein there. Your deep breaths cascades over his tip, his cock twitching against your tongue in anticipation. Jin watched  through hooded eyes, unable to blink away from your position under him.

“Ah fuck” he groaned. 

You looked so pretty, so dirty – he could cum from the sight alone.

Your tongue glided towards his tip, your damp muscle collecting all the pre-cum that sat on his slit, the salty taste making your clit pulsate. Your tongue slipped back and forth and then you felt it, his whole body trembling at the pleasure you were drawing out with just your mouth and you let out a moan, one that you couldn’t withhold because god did he look ethereal from this angle.

You eased his head into your mouth, eyes wide open looking up at him – your cheeks hollowing as you began to slowly bob your head, allowing him to catch his breath whilst your tongue glided around his thickness. Hisses streamed out of him, the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him leading him to throw his head back in pleasure.

Your saliva allowed you to take in more of him – feeling his cock reach the back of your throat, tickling your tonsils. you began moving your head faster, your hand reaching to pump the length that your mouth couldn’t take, the other slipping inside of your pajamas, your fingers rubbing against your folds and dipping inside of your warm walls.

His hand reached down, gripping your hair again and you noticed it was something he liked to do but you didn’t mind – the small pang of discomfort causing moans to vibrate against his dick. Jin’s hips started to move into your willing mouth, drool dripping down your chin as you continued your quick tempo – the sound of his drenched cock dipping in and out of your mouth echoing inside of the dining area along with the sound of your gagging. 

Your eyes burned, tears brimming at the corners but you didn’t dare to look away as he looked down at you, he appeared so sexy whilst in heat, the thought that it was you doing this to him causing your fingers to move quicker inside of you, your arousal gliding down your hands. 

“Y/n” Jin moaned.

You removed your hand from his shaft and took in the rest of him, you could feel your throat begin to burn but you didn’t care – your need to have his entire length in your mouth overpowering even your need for air. Your head bobbed up and down, waiting for him to come undone in your mouth but his hand pulled back on your head, causing his cock to slide out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“That's not where I want to come,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling with each harsh breath he took. 

He glided his thumb against your pulsing red lips, collecting the drool that remained on your chin. You whimpered, your own thumb pressing against your clit - fucking yourself to the sight of him. He carried a dark ardor, a look in his eyes that you had never witnessed before or perhaps never noticed. 

In one swift movement you were off the floor, Jin placed you on the kitchen counter - his tongue once again sliding down the nape of your neck dragging out small moans from your mouth. He was experienced, his mouth and hands knowing where to touch and tug as if he had studied your entire anatomy and you let him, falling into the bliss of all your lust filled dreams. 

His mouth found yours, his lips blending against your own with rapid appetite. His hands traveled to your waist, moving his fingers in between the skin and the hem of your pants and with one pull - he brought down your pajamas and dampened panties. You yelped as the cold air hit your hot clit - begging for his touch. He pulled away from your kiss - bringing his pointer and index finger into his mouth and coating the digits with his saliva - his eyes fixed on yours. 

Your body shivered, as you watched him preparing himself to completely wreck you and not a word of objection leaves your mouth, entranced with how sexy he makes it all look. He’s a professional and you had been too cocky to ever realize that. He pressed his fingers against your throbbing pussy, your hips jerking forward at the sensation. His fingers are long and warm against your cunt and you want nothing more than to have them inside of you. 

“Shhh relax” Jin hummed, rubbing your clit in small slow circles. 

Your breath trembled, mouth falling open as he teased your needy cunt - a smirk forming on his lips. Your touch deprivation didn't go unnoticed to the man standing in front of you. Your back arching into his teasing contact. He leaned forward and left wet kisses on your chest, trails of love bites and saliva as  he reached your breast and then his fingers began to move faster - his mouth taking one of your nipples into his mouth with ease. 

“Jin” you whimpered. He was everywhere all at once and your body shook, he was too much and yet you were capable of taking it all. 

His tongue went flat against your hardened nub, gliding it up and down and then sucking on the nipple softly, your hands tangled themselves in his hair, your legs shaking as he slid one finger into your welcoming cunt and then another, and then another and soon he began pumping them quickly, holding no mercy. 

Your hips matched his tempo and your breast begin to bounce as fucked yourself into his hand. Jin pulled away from your breast - not wanting to miss how much of a slut you had become for him. Your eyes were completely shut - allowing the feeling to take over you completely and you were a wreck but you couldn’t control your hips as they rolled against his appendages. Jin groaned at the sight of you, of your Pretty cunt taking all 3 of his fingers. 

“Look at you, you love this don’t you” he muttered into your ears, his forehead pressed into your cheek as he looked down at his fingers disappearing into your cunt, glistening with your juices - leaving a small puddle on the counter. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked but you remained silent, whimpers replacing the answer you wanted to give. 

“Mhm?” Jin urged you, wanting to hear you beg for him. 

“Y-yes” you stuttered. 

“Look who's stuttering now” he mocked and your eyes open, gleaming with lust. 

Jin slowly retracted his fingers from where they had remained, embedded inside of you, the action making you whine in desperation which made Jin smile in response - you were needy, no longer in control and Jin felt his dick quiver at the realization. He looked deep into eyes as he stood in front of you. he raised his hand and spit into his palm proceeding to lather up your already dripping cunt. You could feel his saliva coat your clit, the feeling causing your whole body to tremble. 

He leaned back in for a kiss, slowly pressing you back into the counter until you could only see the ceiling above you. His hands slid up your thighs and with one swift movement he brought your ass to the end of the counter, your legs now placed exactly where you had wanted them to be for so long, where you thought they would look their best, thrown over his shoulders. 

“You look so good like this” he groaned, his eyes scanning your half naked body. 

You could hear the loud whistling of the tea kettle on the stove consume the entire room, creating a symphony with the moans that rattled from your lungs and then Jin sank into you, with so much ease, so smoothly that for the next few seconds you couldn't breath. 

Jin’s hands rubbed along your legs, his hips starting to roll into you with swift and disposed movements. You could feel all of him, the pulsations of his cock as he slowly retracted and then easily slipped back inside. The way the tip of his cock reached your ovaries, your legs quivering out of reflex. 

“Jin” you cried out and you lost it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he snapped his waist, pounding into you with so much speed that the counter underneath you began to shake, Jin’s hand flied to your tank top, gripping it in his hand -  pulling at the fabric with each thrust that he gave you. 

“Is this what you wanted me to do all this time?” he questioned, bringing his thumb against your clit. 

“Y-yes” you yelped. 

“Fuck Y/n” he moaned breathlessly and the thunder outside was no match for the sound of your greedy wet cunt taking his entire length, your loud yelps and moans masking the natural disaster taking place. 

Your ass bounced against his thighs each time he slammed into you and he was frantic, your warm walls smothering his aching cock as he plunged into you with so much need and desire you could feel your clit swell around him. As you peered down at him there wasn’t a trace left of the shy boy you once knew. His eyes darkened, glazed over as he stared at his dick stretching out your walls. His teeth biting down onto his lip harshly in a foolish attempt to refrain from the grunts that vibrated from his chest. 

His fingers rubbed quickly over your flustered clit, it was as if he already knew what you needed before you said it, he had you down to a science and you couldn’t stop your body from convulsing, your cunt squeezing around him as a signal of your incoming orgasm. 

“Jin i’m gonna-” you yelp out, this orgasm was different from the ones you would give yourself to the thought of him, pressure beginning to form dangerously in your core. 

“Shhhh i know princess relax” he hummed like an expert only would. 

Your legs fell from his shoulders and his hands received them quickly, holding them wide open. The view of your pussy taking him to the hilt  urging him to flutter in pleasure but he didn’t want to look away - he didn’t want to miss a beat, not when it had been everything he’s dreamed of and more. 

You looked so perfect, felt so perfect and whilst he fought the utter pleasure surging through him, that left him completely spent he could feel your cunt constricting around his cock, his hips faltering at the sudden tightness that enveloped him. 

“Ahh ahh” Jin yelped. 

 With loud moans you came undone, your body tensing and muscle restricting - eyes brimming with tears and just as fast, you felt every cell inside of you ease, like a shot of anesthesia, body and mind going completely blank. Moments later Jin shoots streams of his warm nectar into your walls, filling up every ridge, his milk oozing out as he retracts his hips slowly, careful as to not disturb your high. 

By the time the morning crept into the city of Yeosu, the storm had subsided - superseded by the bright sun that now shined directly in your face. You concluded that the sky had made it its goal to not allow you peaceful slumber these past few days. Denying you the pleasures of rest. You had been awake for a few minutes now but you had been reluctant to open your eyes, focusing on the feeling of the soft comforter wrapped around your nude body. 

Perhaps you were just really tired but the truth was that you just didn’t want to recognize the body that laid next to you, soft snores flowing past their lips, their face nestled into the crook of your neck. 

If you opened your eyes then it would all come to an end, the feeling of his arm wrapped around your waist, the feeling of his weight besides you. Yet, you knew it couldn't last forever and although neither of you had shared any words regarding the events that took place last evening, or the other things that happened after that, you concluded it would all end the same way it usually did. 

You weren’t unfamiliar to awkward goodbyes when the sexual tension dissipated and though inside you wanted to hold onto the hope that maybe this time it would be different, that Jin wasn't like that - you were aware of the inevitable. 

Your eyes blinked open with a soft hiss and for a moment you were blinded by a ray of sunshine gleaming on your face - you raised one of your arms, blocking away the light and carefully turned to glance over at the sleeping man beside you. Jin was sound asleep and you could tell how completely at ease he was in contrast to your nerves that rattled you out of your very needed and desired slumber. 

You didn’t want to leave, didn’t want him to wake up to an empty bed but you knew it would only be harder if you were to leave whilst he was awake, you knew he would attempt to sooth the rejection that was approaching. 

You carefully lifted his arm from around your waist, sliding inch by inch out of the comforter you both shared. Your eyes remained on his resting form, his lips slightly parted and his disheveled silky black locks sprawled on the pillow underneath his head - he looked angelic and your heart lurched at the sight. 

You contemplated if you should’ve stayed, if you could allow yourself a bit of cruelty in exchange for comfort but you had been down that road many times before and at last you made up your mind. Your eyes moved to scan the floor, trying to find the article of clothing you wore the day before but they are nowhere to be found. 

“Shit” you whispered. 

Scenes of the previous day flashed through your mind like a silent film, replaying the lust filled moments you both shared - your bodies intertwining in nearly every room of the vacant home until you found shelter under his bed sheets. His moans and whimpers forever embedded into your memory causing your legs to quiver as you stood disoriented in his room. 

You had left your clothing sprawled in different corners of the house - evidence left for your colleagues to find upon their arrival. 

Jin’s body twists and turns and grumbles fall from his lips, shifting you into overdrive. your hands quickly picked up one of his t-shirts that had been thrown across the floor. You slipped the fabric over your head - being suddenly hit with his scent, guilty adrenaline soaring through you. 

You slowly moved towards the door, your steps careful and calculated as you attempted to escape the room like a foolish thief. Your hands reached for the doorknob, wincing as the door creaked under your touch, cursing at the old house for exposing you in such a dire situation. 

“I thought i had at least 5 more minutes” Jin’s raspy voice echoed inside of the silence you so badly tried to keep. 

Your body froze - heart thumping inside of your chest at a faster rate than before. You shut your eyes as a grimace took over your expression - you had been caught, red handed. You tried to come up with an excuse, in order to lessen the blow but nothing came to mind and as you turned you gave him the words you had heard oh so many times before. 

“Sorry, i didn't want to wake you” the words left a pungent aftertaste in your mouth as you spoke them. 

Jin was sitting amongst the mess of comforter and sheets you both had made, his bare chest gleaming with the light that ripped through the windows - his hand reaching to rub his puffy eyes, a long exhausted sigh leaving his lips. 

“It's too early for you to lie and honestly, I'm too tired to believe it.”

You blinked quickly, his statement throwing you off balance. His tone did not hold any anger or frustration - he sounded disappointed. He was a reflection of you this time and now you were the one having to seek for poor excuses regarding your sudden departure. 

“Jin I-” you tried to speak but your words were cut off by silence, a boulder sitting comfortably against your throat. 

Jin shifted from his sitting position - his eyes focused on your messy hair and on his favorite t-shirt that hung loosely around your frame. 

“You are always close but yet, so out of reach Y/n” Jin states “as open as you appear to be you hold your doors so tightly that your hands grow blisters.” he didn’t intend to be harsh - in fact his words are only a demonstration of how deeply he had come to know you but you couldn’t control the bitter sensation they left inside of you. 

“I didn't mean to- '' you began but couldn’t finish, swallowing down your justifications. 

“I can predict the weather for the next 2 weeks but not what you will do next” he chuckled and your lips quivered at the reality of what he was saying, of the truths that he knew and threw at you without hesitation. 

“I just don't want to mess things up - not this time around Jin, not with you” your mouth grew dry, your eyes glistening with tears that you didn’t want to let out. 

“That’s not a decision you can make on your own,” Jin retorted. 

“Jin, i've been here before so many times - i don't want it to be you running out of my life this time, the thought alone is unbearable and i know we don't know each other like that but i don't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation, you are a really nice guy” you don’t breath between your words, your lungs constricting as you give him your reasons in fear that he won't understand. 

“Well I'm not the one sneaking out of the room, am i?” 

Jin’s stare was sharp and you fidgeted under it - your mind attempting to find other logical reasons why whatever it is you both shared ultimately would come crashing down in the most vile kind of way. 

“What if you grow tired of me?” you whispered, eyes looking away from his. 

“I like coffee” he jokes and this time you smile. 

“I'm being serious!” you whine, your brows knitting with the conflicting debate that expands in your head. 

“Y/n, i am a grown man” Jin smirks “and not the kind that plays silly little games.”

Your eyes snap in his direction - a pang of guilt shooting through you. 

“Yeah i’m sorry about that too” you mutter, your cheeks growing flushed in embarrassment. 

“Are you?” Jin raises his eyebrow, a small smile appearing on his cheeks.

“Stop apologizing and come here.”

It doesn't take a second longer before you swiftly remove his t-shirt from your body - making a mental note to remind him that it belongs to you now. the insignificant object becoming one of the first things he will let you keep without hesitation because this man, the one who you decorate with kisses - the one that has entered your atmosphere at high speeds and at an unknown trajectory will never be like the others.

© 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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[vintagenahbi]

HOME pt.2

Jin x Reader

Summary: You and Jin discover that you are expecting your first child, but are faced with challenges that neither of you could imagine.

Warnings: topics related to pregnancy that could be considered controversial.

The last thing Jin said kept replaying in my mind over and over again. He didn’t want to lose me I knew that for a fact, but I also knew I was stubborn. My mind was made up about what to do. I pressed my hands against my stomach and caressed it trying to calm my nerves with the rhythm of my hand movement. I wanted to know how our baby would look like, what their personalities would be like, how Jin would be as a dad. All these thoughts ran through my mind as if it was about to be taken away.

I waited for Jin to come back into the room to talk more or perhaps help him see my side better. But one a.m became three a.m and I knew he wasn’t coming back for the night. I picked up my phone and saw that I had a missed text from Jin. I was scared to see what he might have sent me. If it was a plea to choose us or the baby. Maybe it was an explanation on why he was not here. I held my breath as I opened the message.

JIN:

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come back to check on you. I want you to be okay. I’ll see you in the morning or sooner. I love you.

In perfect timing my door cracked and appeared Jin. I dropped my phone to the other side of the bed hearing its thud from the emptiness. It was nearly four in the morning and he was standing here in his pajamas to be with me. He gently closed the door and glanced over at my suitcase in the corner. I got up from the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me tightly. There was so much I wanted to say but couldn’t.

“I want you to be okay Y/N. I don’t want to lose you.” I could sense he wanted to go on, he had words circling around in his mind. I don’t blame him for being hesitant or scared. I was scared. This was more than a baby, it was also my life on the line.

“You won’t lose me Jin. I’m going to be okay.” I grabbed his hand and placed it on my stomach. “We are going to be okay.” I said nearly pleading with him to see the bright side of our situation. I wanted him to know I didn’t plan on leaving him through death. Although my decision was set in stone, I wanted him by my side.

He paced around and anxiously ran his hand through his hair, which I was noticing was starting to happen more frequently when he was stressed. He pressed his lips tightly together unsure of how to react next. Jin tilted his head up at the ceiling clearing his throat in the process. I knew nothing I could say would convince him I was making the right decision and I didn’t want to see him cry again. It was too painful knowing I was causing him to cry.

“We have to come to a decision.” Jin said. I looked at him disappointedly.

“I already made my decision Jin.” I took a pause trying to collect my thoughts and redirect the conversation. “Maybe it’s best if I leave. A lot has happened these past two days and I think it’s best if I go.” Jin was surprised. Honestly, I felt this was the best choice I could make for us. It would give him space and myself some as well. Maybe this way we could think on things with a clear mind.

“If you aren’t here I can’t help you if something happens. After all the doctor said you were high risk. I can’t have something happen and I’m not there.”

“I know but I’ll manage.” I grabbed my suitcase that sat in the corner, packed and ready to go. Originally the plan was to be like a thief in the night and wait for Jin to come back home after the shoot. I knew it was selfish. I knew it could cause more problems, but what else was I to do. I was caught between the man I love and the baby we made.

“If you go, you text me if anything happens.” I nodded my head agreeing to his request. He flashed a soft smile. “I love you Y/N.” I kissed Jin and managed to get one of the PAs to take me back home.

Two weeks had passed. Jin was finally coming back and my bump had grown nearly everyday. I would stare in the mirror for hours looking at it, amazed that something was growing inside of me. I was so excited to show Jin in person how I looked now.

I could hear Jin’s bags drop in the living room, his feet began hitting the wood as he ran into our bedroom. He grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. He flashed his bright smile staring lovingly into my eyes. Being with him made me feel at home. I was safe and nothing bad could happen.

We spent hours catching up. I told him all about the baby. How my body was changing constantly. He kept looking at my stomach as I spoke, watching it move around subtly with every word. He smiled more. We decided to order dinner and play some video games as a way to unwind. No serious talks, us enjoying each others company.

I got up from the couch when I suddenly fell to the floor. A sharp pain ran across my stomach. I was only 12 weeks with our baby the size of a lime. I yelped out in pain. Jin rushed to my side. I could tell his worst fear coming true by the look on his face. The pain stopped. I gathered myself and pretended like it wasn’t that serious. In all honesty, I was terrified about what just happened.

Jin helped me up from the floor. He walked me over to the kitchen table so I could take a seat. He kneeled down in front of me rubbing my thigh as if it was a reflex. I could still see the concern written all over his face. I rubbed my hand against his cheek.

“Jin I’m okay, don’t worry.” I didn’t even believe myself. I felt like this was the first warning sign of what was to come. Maybe Jin sensed it too. I felt like I could read his mind and he had the same fear that I did. We would have to face a major challenge by starting a family, one that either of us were confident in the outcome.

Jin grabbed my hand squeezing it lightly. “Let’s get married before the baby comes.”

“Okay.” I whispered. We sat in silence. An exciting moment turned into complete silence.

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[holdinbacksecrets]

Hi! Can you please write BTS version of the voicemails they will send hinting their feelings? Thank you 😊

thank you for requesting 🖤

voicemails from bts, hinting feelings

namjoon: “i was in a bookstore the other day and started to imagine a book you wrote being on the shelves someday. everything you do, down to the indentation of your steps, leaves behind a story. do you remember your birthday two years ago? you drank one glass too many, and it’s like the fiction unleashed. i recorded a voice memo, but i never played it for you. i want to.”

jin: “are you scared? this morning you sounded really scared on the phone. i’m sorry i didn’t say more or say enough. i was caught off guard because you’ve never showed me scared before, not like that. i’ve seen your apprehension. i’ve seen your insecure. i’ve seen your anxiety, but this was consuming fear. i’m making dinner, and i feel like you probably haven’t eaten today… if your anxiety gives anything away about your scared. come over when you’re off. i’ll greet you with a hug and bowl of soup. or two bowls. i have cheese and bread too. the good bread. the loaf you turned me on to.”

yoongi: “you used the notes app on my phone to write out your grocery list, and i’m amused. it sounds like you’re having a conversation with yourself: right now, i want rice crispies, but i’ll probably change my mind once i’m in the cereal aisle. trust your gut, or get two boxes. you’re 26. no one is stopping you. oh! get some apple juice too. i keep having dreams about twelve year old me at a friend’s house. we’d sit at the kitchen island after school with graham crackers and apple juice, and i miss her. i miss those simple conversations. you’re so pure and magnetic. sometimes i wonder where you came from, but then i’m just glad you made it here—tumbled into my life because you did tumble. you’ve always made the story sound too elegant. the tumble was charming, i promise.”

hoseok: “you’ve been sharing recipes with me, or i guess i should say the final product of your recipes has been shared with me, repeatedly, and now i’m starting to wait for the knock on my door or the ring of a text. is that bad? i wouldn’t want you to ever think i’m demanding treats, but i love… i love the time we spend together when you bring them over, and your eyes sparkle when my expression changes because of how good everything always tastes… i love that too.”

jimin: “did you say everything you needed to yesterday? i swear your lips parted and you leaned in so many times to never say anything. i know it was a busy place, and it’s not that fun sitting at a table for twelve. but i was ready to listen. i’ll be ready at 2 am too. whatever you need. there’s something to this, right? to the ease of our conversations. you trust me?”

taehyung: “do you want to sculpt clay with me? i bought a whole bag and a bunch of tools. i thought about booking a private lesson, but i wanted my record player and access to a kitchen and the ability to get my hands dirty whenever i want to—need it. do you need it too? if not, keep me company while i try to make something?”

jungkook: “can i pick you up today? this is going to sound ridiculous, but your smell used to linger in my car, and i can’t quite make out the notes of your perfume anymore. i can imagine them, but they don’t meet me when i open the door… i can’t leave this as a voicemail on your phone. can i leave this as a voicemail on your phone? i sound insane.”

bonus: “i’m calling to tell you i’m proud of you. sometimes when we were kids, i used to think our dreams wouldn’t make it higher than the trees. i thought they’d get caught in the leaves, die on branches come winter, but look at us. look at you. you’re incredible. we did it.”

#bts imagines #bts blurbs #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts reactions #namjoon scenarios #namjoon blurbs #jin scenarios #jin imagine #yoongi scenarios #yoongi blurbs #yoongi imagine #hoseok scenarios #hoseok blurbs #jhope imagine #jimin imagine #jimin blurbs #taehyung scenarios #taehyung imagine #jungkook imagine #jungkook blurbs #jungkook fluff

[pe-arls]

#art #wallpaper soft #wallpaper aesthetic #soft minimalism #soft wallpaper #minimalist lockscreens #minimalist #jin layouts #jin lockscreens #jin icons #jin imagine #jin moodboard #jin messy moodboard #jin wallpaper #jin users #jin aesthetic #bts lockscreen #bts layouts #bts low quality #bts long locs #bts moodboard #bts messy moodboard #bts jin #bts edits #bts icons #bts imagines #kpop layouts #kpop moodboard #kpop bg #bg lockscreens

[euphoricfilter]

Idk if u write this but

Breeding kink for seokjin as a night shot?

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆. night short #30

double horny thought for tonight!!!

it wouldn’t have been until one night, the both of you in his car with no condom on hand, would he find out just how much you loved the idea of him cumming inside of you just as much as he did

your pussy clenching around him, cock arousal-soaked and slippery. ring of creamy white cum clinging to the base of his cock

his eyes would stay trained on where your bodies meet, stomach tensing when he cums, utter filth falling past his lips as he tells you how much he wants to fill you up. how his seed would take, how pretty you’d be with his baby

wet squelch obscene as he fucks his cum back into you, smearing whatever had escaped over your clit to bring you to the edge of your second orgasm

he’d work his softening cock back into your cunt. keeping himself there tucked warm inside of you until you feel him stirring between your walls, hands wandering over your body as he starts to rock back into you, ready to release another load of warm cum, cock twitching as he cums, feeling enough for you to find your own orgasm

he’d make you ride him, lifting your hips up just enough for him to slip out of you, making you push his seed out of your cunt, watching it dribble onto his cock before he’s pressing it back into you

or making you finger his cum back into you as he watches, thumb pressing over your clit, helping you get off as he recovers, ready to fill you up, ready to make it take this time

night short masterlist

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts #bts x reader #seokjin fic #seokjin fanfic #seokjin scenarios #seokjin imagine #seokjin fluff #seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #seokjin #jin x reader #jin fluff #jin fanfic #jin imagine #jin smut #jin x you #bts jin #bts fic #bts x you #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin fic #kim seokjin smut #kim seokjin fluff

[coqiito]

#. ✦ ˚ ˚ .˚ ✦ . . ˚ .͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏͏ #jin moodboard #jin messy moodboard #jin icons #jin instagram #jin imagine #jin layouts #jin lockscreens #jin bts #jin bios #jin bangtan #jin headers #jin packs #jin #bts jin #bts messy moodboard #bts moodboard #bts layouts #bts lockscreen #bts lq icons #bts low quality #bts long locs #bts icons #bts imagines #bts instagram #bts packs #bts headers #bts #icons #moodboard

[7ndipity]

Dating Jin headcanons

Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: swearing, teeny bit suggestive

A/N: More headcanons because they're fun and I can't sleep🤷. Working on these lists is making me so soft for the members all over again, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you like them!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Jin is like dating your best friend.

Cause, I mean, you basically are.

He is a hopeless romantic, in every sense of the phrase.

A Classic Gentleman. Opens doors for you, holds your hand on the stairs, shows up for your first date in a suit with bouquet of flowers(even though your just going to the fair or smth)

So awkward when you first start dating, his ears probably stayed red for a solid three weeks.

Does that blushy, flustered laugh thing anytime you complement him. Like yeah, he knows he's Mr.WWH, but hearing it from you just hits different, man.

He admitted before to getting so lost in daydreaming about his future s/o that he's burned food, and I think that would still happen(hopefully to a less severe degree) now that he has you.

Like, you'll be talking about something and look over at him, and he just has that distant look in his eyes. And you're like "Hello?" And he just blurts out something like "We should get a cat." "What?!"

You've heard his dad jokes, now get ready for the cheesiest, cringiest pick-up lines ever.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me & you together." "Please stop." "Are you from Paris? Because Eiffel for you." "That doesn't even make sense!"

His flirt game is actually pretty good tho, he's just so nonchalant about it, that it tends to catch you off guard.

You:*walks in room* Him: "Wow." You:"What?" Him:"I just forgot how gorgeous you were."

Likes taking you on fancy dates, but usually prefers cozier, lowkey dates with you.

Like, one day he'll take you to the nicest restaurant in town, the next, he's dragging your ass to some lake to go fishing.

Cooking dates that start out pretty cute and sweet, but become increasingly unhinged as time goes on(there's a korean youtube channel TryToEat, that I swear is what he would be like)

Calls you things like 'Jagi' and 'Honey', as well as more weird, Jin-esque names like 'Bubble'(he thinks it's cute, just go with it)

Couples outfits that range from matching sweatsuits to those t-shirts that say "if found, please return to Jin" & "I'm Jin".(He claims it's for safety reasons because what if he loses you at the mall or smth?)

Y'all pick on each other constantly.

"You look like a Pokémon." "Big talk for someone built like fucking Dorito."

Like, you've seen him with Jungkook, he's a menace. But now, he's your menace. (Imma pray for you)

But he's the only one allowed to pick on you. Anyone else who tries is in for the cussing out of a lifetime.

House Husband Vibes.

Takes pride in looking after you, whether that's taking care of you when you're sick, or just making dinner on a random Wednesday. It makes him feel needed.

Speaks as if you're already married.

"Think about the kids." "What kids?!" "The cats!" "We don't have cats yet!" "Aha, yet! So we are going have some eventually!"

Has the tendency to finish every conversation by giving you a lil smooch. (Doesn't matter if he was talking to you or someone else, you're getting kisses)

Needy

Literally hangs off of you whenever he's tired or wants attention.

Long, drawn out kisses where he backs you against the wall or counter that can make you forget about anything else other than him.

Likes to lay on you rather than with you. Like, you are his favorite pillow, and he will whine if you don't let him have his pillow time, cause he's a dramatic mf.

"AGH, Y/N-AH LOVES ME NOT! HOW WILL I GO ON?!

The other members don't call him the actual maknae for no reason, he's kinda baby.

You're one of the only people who get to see his more serious sides though, however brief their appearances may be.

Argues with you over the dumbest shit, but avoids actually fighting with you like a plague.

Overall, he's very sweet though and would do anything for you. Idk, he's just so, 💞ugh, yeah Imma go now.

#seokjin drabble #seokjin fluff #seokjin scenarios #seokjin headcanons #jin fluff #jin x reader #jin imagine #jin x y/n #seokjin x reader #seokjin x y/n #bts scenarios #bts headcanons #bts fluff #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts x y/n #bts x reader #jin scenarios #jin headcanons #seokjin #7ndipity

[nahomysobalvaro]

✽  ℬ𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝒟𝗂𝖾   ♱

#bts #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #bts jimim #bts jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kpop icons #min yoongi #jin imagine #dollete moodboard #coquette films #coquette aesthetic #girlblogging #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #pink moodboard #yoongi messy icons #messy usernames #messy bios #messy icons

[beautifulfuckup99]

✨Masterlist✨

🌸=Fluff

🥀=Angst

💋=Smut

🫂=Hurt/Comfort

+Soon💋

+Soul teacher💋🥀🫂

+For me💋🫂

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+Too Easy🌸

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+I've got it from here🫂🌸

+Making it official💋🫂

+Those damn eyes💋

+Only for you💋

+Keep me calm💋

+Those damn lips💋

+Bored💋

+Coming back to you💋🫂

+Those damn hands💋🫂

+The soul partners🌸🥀

+Those damn words🌸💋

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+My goofball🌸

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+Our baby🌸

+His favorite doll💋

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+Why can't you be mine?💋🫂

+Soul Mates🌸💋

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+I can handle it🫂💋

+A little reminder💋🫂

+With you🌸💋

+Gotta trust us🫂💋

+The crossing soulmate🥀💋

+3D💋

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+BTS PREFERENCE #1: YOU HELP HIM WHEN HE’S INSECURE🫂🌸

+BTS PREFERENCE #2: YOU WATCH HIM WITH KIDS🌸

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Honorable Mentions:

+Halsey: Peace...🌸

+Random post: Just a thought #1🌸

+Random post: My girl (A Namjoon/Bangchan preference)🌸🫂

+Random post: My girl (Seongwha preference)🌸🫂🥀

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#bts #bts imagine #min yoogni #jungkook imagine #jung jungkook #park jimin #kim seokjin #Kim Namjoon #kim taehyung #yoongi imagine #jimin imagine #jin imagine #namjoon imagine #taehyung imagine #bts smut #jhope imagine #yoongi smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #namjoon smut #halsey wlw #halsey imagines #halsey icons

[ugh-yoongi]

Hi Jewel. Congrats on the milestone! Can I request for a drabble for Seokjin with a brother’s best friend trope? Thank you

thank you so much! i am not well-versed in this trope, but i am the no. 1 trope inversion stan so i hope i did it justice and that you enjoy it nonetheless!

i'm still slowly working my way through my milestone drabbles btw! i didn't forget about them. :')

got me all messed up

pairing: seokjin x f. reader genre: brother's best friend, fwb au; smut warnings: i have tagged this as smut but it's not super explicit/detailed. still: swearing, oral sex (m. receiving), reader is kind of a brat, seokjin is both flustered as hell and bossy, a little dirty talk, unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1.1k

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

You roll your eyes, shimmying your shorts down and off. “You say that every time, Seokjin.”

He sputters, torn between the nonchalance in your response and the sight of you nearly bare, down to just your underwear and a flimsy tank top. “Yah, that’s because it’s true every time.”

Of all your brother’s friends, Seokjin is probably the worst one you could’ve picked for something like this for a multitude of reasons. First, he’s got a horrible laugh. It’s not the sexy kind of half-chuckle that some guys have—it’s honking and loud and mortifying when you’re in tight quarters. Second, he’s got something of a conscience. Something in the sense that he’s still going to meet up with you for sex, but he makes a whole thing out of it.

You’re his best friend’s sister. He’s taking advantage of you. Blah, blah, blah.

“It’s getting a little annoying, is what I’m saying.”

Seokjin’s got protests and excuses for days, but he always seems to shut up whenever you drop to your knees in front of him. And, to his credit, there is a lot of him, which almost cancels out all the talking he does about your brother, who is not a person you want to be thinking or talking about when you’ve got a very nice, very capable cock halfway down your throat.

“So-sorry—oh my god.”

Whatever you want to call it, the thing between you and Seokjin has been going on long enough that you know what he likes, know how he wants it. Know when he starts doing those breathy, staccato whines, rolling his hips, that you’re treading along a very dangerous path.

The temperature in your apartment can barely be considered habitable, and you know he’s not long for this world between the sight of your hardened nipples poking at the fabric of your top and the attention you’re lavishing on the head of his cock. So you pull back, jerk him slow, make a show of rolling your eyes again. “You know all that who does this pussy belong to shit is just dirty talk, right? My brother doesn’t own me.”

Another reason why Seokjin wasn’t really built for this: he’s so easy to embarrass. Flushes red, red, red at the mere mention of sex despite having had a lot of it. “I don’t—”

“I’m an entire adult, Seokjin.”

A high-pitched keen erupts from him when you sink back down his length and he nudges at the back of your throat. “I know.”

“I can fuck my brother’s friend if I want to.”

“I know.”

“My brother’s friend can fuck me, if he wants to.”

“Can you do that thing again—”

“Only if you shut up about my brother.” A pained noise. Something between a whine and an frustrated groan, because he doesn’t agree but tries to guide your mouth back to him anyway. “Seokjin.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “it’s just…”

Entirely fed up, you pull away entirely. Seokjin looks stricken, a child whose favorite toy has been taken from him, and you ignore it long enough to find his jeans and retrieve his phone from the back pocket. “What are you—” he starts to ask, expression morphing into full-blown panic, and the line rings once, twice, before—

“Hey, hyung,” comes your brother’s voice.

Above you, Seokjin is flailing. Tries to grab the phone. Assumes some kind of prayer position. Whisper-yells please, please, please while you just stare. Looks like he wants to sink through the floor and die when you don’t budge. Moves on to bargaining: he’ll tell your brother himself, please just give him time. Two weeks at the most. No? How about a week? Come on, please, don’t do this. Three days? Fine—just hang up and he’ll call him back himself, tell him right now.

“Hyung? Hello?”

It’s honestly impressive how long you’re able to stonewall him, because Seokjin eventually sighs, sags against the wall in defeat. “Fine,” he acquiesces. Runs a hand through his hair and waves you off. “Go ahead, ruin my life.”

“Did you butt-dial me again?”

“No, it’s me.”

“Huh? Why do you have Seokjin-hyung’s phone?”

“Because we’re hooking up.”

There’s a scream from the other end of the line. Seokjin tries to disappear further into the wall. “What? Like, right now?”

You can spare him the embarrassment of this, at least. “No, in general. Just thought you should know.”

“I did not need to know that, thanks. Please never call me again.”

“Fine by me.”

You end the call, tossing Seokjin’s phone back towards his pants. And it’s not his expression that shocks you, stuck somewhere between relief and pure terror. It’s the fact that Seokjin, the mildly-reformed king of all things vanilla himself, is still rock hard.

“Are you still—”

“Don’t,” is all he says, flush nearly creeping to the middle of his chest. “You’re turning me into a freak.”

“Didn’t know being honest was some weird kink, but all right.”

“It wasn’t being honest,” he argues, “it was you being all authoritative and hot.”

You snort. Say, “I would barely consider that being authoritative, but we can definitely explore this now that I’ve cleared your conscience and you’re able to fuck me guilt-free,” even though it’s not a surprise that Seokjin is into that sort of thing—being ignored, almost purposely disobeyed. Knowing exactly what he wants and giving him the opposite.

You expect an agreement. Maybe a repeat of that time you’d gotten him so riled up he’d dragged you into the bathroom and fucked you against the sink, not a care in the world that your brother was fifty feet away. You expect blush-dusted cheeks and that aw shucks expression he loves to wear as he scratches at the back of his neck and agrees that yeah, he can fuck you guilt-free now.

But there’s none of that.

There’s still Seokjin slumped against the wall, breath heaving as he fists mindlessly at his cock. There’s you, still on your knees in front of him, spit lingering in the corners of your mouth, pooling on your tongue. For the first time, it’s awkward, and you wonder if you’ve overstepped. Made a mess of something Seokjin wanted to keep neat and tidy.

An apology is halfway out of your mouth when the atmosphere shifts. You feel it, and you know Seokjin knows you feel it because he quirks an eyebrow, barely taunting. Stands at full height, looks down at you like an inconvenience, like you’re another one of his unruly dongsaengs that he needs to wrangle into compliance.

You test it. A cheeky, “Can I help you?” that makes his jaw clench.

“You can.”

“Yeah? You got any suggestions, or have you not thought that far ahead?”

“Get on the bed,” he instructs, glaring, like he’s never had a sense of humor a day in his life.

You’re not the type to be easily wrangled, but this version of Seokjin is really working for you. Shy, bumbling Seokjin is nowhere to be found, and if this is what it means to turn him into a freak, you’ll gladly reap the benefits.

#seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin x y/n #jin x reader #jin x you #jin x y/n #seokjin fanfiction #seokjin fanfic #seokjin fluff #seokjin smut #seokjin imagine #jin imagine #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #work: 1kfm #jewel answers

[taetaespeaches]

“Will you be quiet? You’re giving people the wrong idea.”

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive/smut word count: 1.7K

a/n: Hi lovelies! In a surprise to myself, this ended up being sexual at the end?? lol. Jin is gaming, Poopsie/reader is on facetime with Hobi’s girlfriend (Petal) and they realize that Jin’s moaning and groaning at the game is sounding quite… suspicious. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

p.s. I hope this isn’t shit. I honestly don’t know <3 

“So this goes with this,” the girl on the other side of the screen spoke as she held up two handmade pieces of clothing.

“You’re so talented,” you awed, finishing with a pout. “I love them, my little seamstress.”

She rolled her eyes, making you giggle. “I just thought you’d look really pretty in this material,” she said, rather shyly. Everyone seemed to be a little intimidated by Hoseok's girlfriend but you always found her to be quite endearing. “I can bring them to breakfast tom-” she suddenly cut herself off, her jaw slightly ajar as she looked to the left of your screen.

“What?” You asked, following the direction of her gaze. You weren’t sure what you expected to find: a ghost? An intruder? But you found nothing.

“I’m sorry but- are you serious?” She questioned, making you pull an expression of confusion. “Can’t you hear that?”

Focusing your attention to any sounds, you waited to hear something suspicious. After pushing your hair behind your ear, you heard a snort come from the phone. “What?”

“Did you just push your hair aside to make you hear better?” The girl teased you, making you shoot her a glare.

“Shut up,” you held back a smile, making you shoot a smirk at her. And then you heard it. To be fair, you had been in a relationship with Seokjin for a few years, and the man could be quite loud at times. Therefore, you became something of a pro at tuning him out from time to time. “Are you talking about Jin?” When she nodded in response, as if to say obviously, you grinned. “He’s playing games in the bedroom. Is he being loud?”

“It literally sounds like he’s getting off,” she deadpanned, nearly making you choke on air.

Shooting your eyes in the direction of your shared room, you tuned into the sounds coming out of his mouth. “Oh god,” you sighed in realization. She was right. He absolutely sounded like he was in the throes of filthy passion.

“Is he seriously just gaming?”

“Yeah,” you said simply, walking toward the hallway so you could stare at the closed bedroom door. “I think,” you joked, making the girl chuckle through the screen. “Seokjin!” You suddenly called out, waiting for a response that never came. “Hey!” You yelled again. Still nothing.

As you stepped closer to the room, saying his name again, your friend spoke out in alert: “Do not take me in there if you’re not one hundred percent sure he’s just gaming.”

Smirking, you opened the door to find Jin sitting at the desk, his back towards you, with headphones over his head. “Look at him, you switched the camera around to show him sitting in his pajamas, moaning and groaning at his game. “He wears the headphones because in his words, I don’t want to disturb you,” you giggled.

“Fuck off,” she smiled in response, shaking her head at the man. “That’s so funny.”

“Jin,” you yelled out again with a feigned sternness, your voice finally cutting through the sounds of the game, making your boyfriend jump in start as he ripped the headphones off his head and let out a surprised whoa as he turned around to shoot you a wide-eyed look of shock. “Hi,” you smiled sweetly.

“Hey,” he then greeted, quickly clutching his heart before giving you a small wave with a slightly embarrassed smile for being scared so easily.

“Quick question,” you told him, the man lifting his eyebrows to silently encourage you to go on. “Will you be quiet?” You then asked, holding back a smile of amusement. “You’re giving people the wrong idea.”

“What?” He asked in confusion, eyes blown wide as he stared at you. Making your way across the room to him, you turned the phone so he could see the screen. “The sounds you’re making,” you hinted before nodding at the screen.

“Who’s that?” He peered at the phone, squinting to make out the person. “Oh, hey,” he greeted in realization.

“You’re moaning, love,” you finally told him. “They sound very sexual.”

“They do?!” He raised his voice as shock and incredulity passed through his beautiful face as you planted yourself in his lap. The man immediately adjusted his posture to allow more room for you, his arm wrapping over your hip.

A snort of amusement and disbelief sounded from the phone, both of you looking at the girl rolling her eyes yet again. “I didn’t even know she laughs,” Jin muttered in embarrassment and defense, making you roll your eyes as you ran your free hand through the strands of hair at the back of his head. “Stop being a pervert,” he said louder through a smile, fond of the girl despite her teasing.

“Stop being foul,” she countered, wiping the smile off her face to feign annoyance, fooling neither of you.

Giggling at the two of them bicker, you leaned toward Jin’s face and left a quick kiss to his cheek, the man instinctively leaning into the touch.

“Ok, anyways, I’ll see you at breakfast,” your friend announced from the phone, only making you laugh further.

“I’ll miss you until then!” you called out, watching as she gave a single chuckle. “Bye sweets.”

“Yeah, yeah, bye,” she rolled her eyes one last time before ending the call.

“That’s so embarrassing,” Jin immediately groaned as he dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “How sexual?”

“Jin, you were moaning,” you giggled, pressing your lips to the top of his head. His hair was fluffy against your face and it smelled of flowers. “And screaming, but that wasn’t as sexual.” Lifting his head, he pointed a pout in your direction, your hands moving to hold his face, his cheeks plush under your palms. “You’re adorable.”

“I can’t get past this stupid level,” he whined in complaint. You glanced to your side to the computer screen, smirking at the game.

“I’m awesome at this game,” you bragged, looking back to Jin to see him smiling at you. “You want me to get you past this part?” You asked, already knowing the answer before he nodded at you. “Fine, let the master work,” you teased, turning your body so you faced the desktop, your back pressed against Jin’s chest.

His arms easily wrapped around your waist as he propped his head on your shoulder and watched you go to work with his avatar. “You’re so hot,” he whispered against your neck, leaving a kiss to the spot.

“I know,” you spoke quietly back, giggling when he kissed you several more times in a quick succession.

“Maybe I don’t care about the game so much anymore,” he hinted.

“Shush, baby. I’m winning,” you smirked, wanting to tase the man.

“Right,” he nodded, looking back to the computer. “Later,” he added, making you giggle as you pressed the buttons of the keyboard.

However, he continued to place soft kisses to your neck and shoulder, the affection heavily laced with desire. His agreement of, later, meant even less with the way his hands were quietly but not unwelcomingly slipping beneath your top to drag over the warm skin of your abdomen. You tried to ignore his touch, and the way it made your body tingle, but Jin was distracting. “Seokjin,” you whined through a quiet voice, but making no effort to push his hands away.

“Focus on the game,” he whispered near your ear, eliciting a scoff from you. “You can do it,” he simply encouraged, as though his fingers weren’t inching lower, threatening to deep beneath the waistband of your lounge shorts.

Ignoring him, you inhaled deeply and turned your attention back to the screen. And then his fingers broke the barrier, moving lower and lower, your exhale coming out quickly in both surprise and in anticipation.

“Just keep your attention on the game,” he whispered into your neck, smiling at the small moan you left out as his finger finally graced the spot you wanted him most.

“Honestly, Jin,” you pulled your right hand from the keyboard and instead gripped onto his wrist. “What fucking game?” Your voice was breathy as you let your eyes flutter shut for a moment.

The man simply chuckled, his fingers working magic as you gently and slowly moved your hips against his hand. “This game,” he told you, his voice low and thick with his own need. That voice was almost more distracting than his touch, almost making you not register the meaning of his words.  

Oh. So this was a game, you realized. With a smirk, you returned your hand to the keyboard to play the game, wanting to show him that you could still win this level even with his hand down your pants.

Challenge Accepted.

And challenge failed. You didn’t win the level, and it only took a few more minutes before you rose to your feet and dragged Seokjin to the bed, demanding more. But the games weren’t over, and you would find a way to win. You kissed him softly before whispering against his lips in that intimate way he loved: “Be loud for me, love,” you smirked as he hovered over you, supporting himself on his forearms, caging your face between them. “Let’s make those sounds real.”

“Stop,” he immediately complained in embarrassment, dropping his forehead against yours as you giggled in his smiling face. “Let’s see if you even can,” he then teased back, lifting his head from yours to look down at you. He was wearing an amused yet still slightly bashful grin, poking fun at himself but finding enjoyment in the new game you were both playing.

“Come on,” you retorted, glancing at his plush lips that you wanted on yours again. “We both know I can.”

He rolled his eyes, the sassiness only making you laugh and want him more. “Prove it,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to yours, giving you a sweet peck.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you smirked before deepening the kiss. Challenge accepted, again. And this time, both of you had no doubt you’d win.

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[vintagenahbi]

How They Act During Your Pregnancy

Ot7 x Reader - BTS Reactions Pt. 2

Jimin, Jin, Jungkook

Summary: How each member takes care of you during your pregnancy journey.

Warnings ⚠️: nervous breakdown, feeling like a burden

Jimin

I laid down on the bed with my stomach nearly floating in the air. Jimin walked in the room and I was barely able to see him over my giant stomach. Jimin smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“Two more days and we meet our baby boy.” Jimin said excitedly. I rolled my eyes. My pregnancy had been wonderful, but I was already starting to miss it. I was slightly dreading having to give birth. Jimin had been by my side the entire time and suddenly I was going to be jolted back into reality. I also wasn’t the happiest about having to have a C-Section. My recent stress was causing the baby to be stressed which was becoming a serious concern to my doctor.

“I’m not ready.” I blurted out of absolutely no where. It was as if my brain had no control over my mouth.

“You’re not ready?” Jimin questioned in a soft tone. I shook my head no and propped myself up. I let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah. I mean- it’s not like I’m not excited to meet our baby, it’s just this has been so great. You and me. We hadn’t had moments like this in a while. If it’s not a tour, I’m working or we are passing like ships in the night. Being with you has become the new normal, but it’s going to change. As selfish as this may be, it will be me, you, and the baby.” I couldn’t believe the last sentence escaped my lips. I was genuinely happy to have our baby, but the selfishness in me was scared. I didn’t want to feel alone like I had so many times before. I never thought about it until recently, but things were about to change drastically.

“Umm… I don’t know what to say Y/N.” I knew I screwed up in that moment. “I get it though. It won’t be the same. We haven’t had the time to be a couple and babies change things, but my love for you and our son won’t.” I felt reassured. Jimin had a way of cheering me up when I was down. I always felt seen and understood when I was with him. “Had this been bothering you?” He sat on the edge of the bed facing towards me. I felt like I was in a therapy session talking about my deepest feelings.

“Yeah.” I gently pressed my hand against my stomach. “I’m terrified and I’ve hurt our son in the process because I don’t want to lose us.” Jimin grabbed my calf and started rubbing his thumb up and down. His use of physical touch nearly made me burst into tears. He did everything right and here I am.

“Y/N, we are going to okay. I don’t need you stressing more than you need to be. Our son doesn’t need you stressing. We will have time with you and me. I promise you it will be okay.”

The tears started flowing down my face. It felt great to get it off my chest but it was still a lot to process. Jimin got back up and hugged me. He didn’t let go until I was ready. Once I pulled away he looked at me and frowned.

“It’s going to be okay Y/N.”

Jin

Jin and I got back from our doctor’s appointment to learn the gender of our baby. In my hand was the envelope that contained the answers that we had been waiting for. We stood in the living room debating on if we should open it know or wait.

“Jin we have to open it. I’m ready to start buying stuff for the baby.” He took the envelope out of my hand.

“Let’s guess what we think it is first.” I stomped my foot and walked to the couch. It was a comically childish response that he and I both chuckled at. He mocked me and sat down next to me. “One the count of three we say what we think we are having okay?” I put up his fingers to start the countdown. “One, two, three.”

“Boy!” We yelled at the same time. I was elated. We both imagined having a little boy. I grabbed the envelope and tore it open. I read the paper and it was a girl. I was surprised. A girl meant Jin was stuck with a mini me for the rest of his life that happened to look like him.

He took the paper and read it. He had the same reaction as me. We looked at each other and started to laugh. I loved the playful nature of our relationship. We knew when to be serious, but enjoyed having a good time.

“We are having a girl, Jin. What do you have to say.” I held the pretend microphone near his lips.

“WWCP.” I didn’t understand what he was going for with that one. “World Wide Cutie Pie.” We both started to laugh. I gave him a kiss and cuddled up next to him in his arms. He kissed my forehead, lifting my head after to look him in the eyes. “I love you Y/N.” He put head near my little belly. “And I love my little girl too.”

Jung Kook

The crib part slipped out of my hand and slammed against the floor nearly hitting my foot. Jungkook rushed into the babies nursery only to find me, six months pregnant, trying to lift up the piece that fell. He took it out of my hand and sat it back on the floor gently.

“You really shouldn’t be lifting stuff like this.” I walked over to sofa chair and sat down.

“I was tired of nothing being ready. All the boxes not having a proper place. This baby is going to be here sooner than later and nothing is ready.” I snapped at him. I was cranky these past couple of days. I knew I was in the wrong but wanted our baby to have a special place once we brought her back from the hospital.

Jungkook kneeled down in front of me. I started stroking his hair. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my stomach. I felt little flutters as the baby began to move almost as if she knew her daddy was near.

“Y/N, she is going to be okay. We have three more months before she is here. You need to focus on resting, I’ve got this part.” He kissed my stomach and stood back up.

“I feel useless. I want to be able to help. This is my baby too. I want her to know she is loved even before she gets here and this is the one way I know how to do it.”

“She knows she is loved.” He takes my hands and helps me up. He turns me towards the wall that has the photo of the two of us hanging up. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “That’s how she knows she is loved.” I looked at our picture and smiled.

“You know you’re really good at this sometimes.” Jungkook started to chuckle. I turned around and looked in his brown eyes. “You’re gonna make a great dad.” He kissed me and let go of my waist.

“You’re going to make a great mom, but until she is born let me do the heavy lifting. You are carrying something more precious. I got this.” I playful rolled my eyes. He quickly kissed my cheek. “Now let me finish up in here.” He rushed me out of the room leading me to the doorway. I pressed against it and watched him put the crib together. I knew in that moment he was everything I had dreamed of for the kind of dad I wanted my daughter to have.

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[holdinbacksecrets]

boyfriend things // the first date

namjoon: the first date happens on a park bench near your home. conversation twisting into new topics over cups of coffee that left him kissing your cheek upon meeting when he planned to go in for a warm hug

jin: the first date is a breath of fresh air, a crisp page at the beginning of a new chapter, a sunrise flooding through blinds left open because sleep embraced you suddenly and now the morning greets you beautifully

yoongi: the first date is cold and carries on through footsteps along a river’s path. he’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met. his voice is peaceful and melodious; you want it close enough to hear all the time

hoseok: the first date is the ease of a grocery store trip. the decision made quickly on your way home to run in for a couple things, but it becomes over an hour of exploring. over an hour of reading labels and walking through different aromas, leaving with far more than you planned to

jimin: the first date is laughter and sudden touches that represent your blossomed comfort, it happened so quickly, but he’s easy to exist around. he lingers in your doorway at the end of the night, even though a second date was decided in the lobby

taehyung: the first date is pancake batter and fresh orange juice blended with frozen mangoes. he completes the newspaper crossword puzzle and writes down a couple movies you should watch on the crinkly edge. he holds your gaze like your presence is fleeting. he washes the dishes and shares stories when you seek details, soap suds up his forearms

jungkook: the first date is a car repair and a drive to the countryside because he’s playing music. five more songs become ten then more and more and eventually losing count, getting lost in his voice, his smile, how many of his favorites are yours too. it becomes a night spent in a house he knows quite well- familiar architecture you fail to place. you fall asleep in the yard with your cheek on his chest, pretending to dream when he carries you inside

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[blu-joons]

When He Apologises After A Fight ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

Your eyes widened in surprise as you walked through the front door to see your house decorated and plenty of boxes waiting on your dining table.

“Surprise,” Jin laughed as he stepped out from a pile of balloons on the floor.

Your eyebrows knitted together, looking across at him in confusion. “What on earth is all of this Jin? Have you lost your mind?”

“Not quite,” he innocently chuckled, “I just thought I’d get a few bits together to try and let you know just how sorry I am for what happened last night.”

“It looks like we’re celebrating something right now.”

“Hopefully,” Jin smiled, “we can celebrate you forgiving me in a bit.”

“You’re insane,” you sighed as you took a better look around the place. “Are they presents on the table too? What have I done to deserve any of them?”

Jin’s smile turned up even more as he appeared beside you, “most of all you’ve dealt with my nonsense to deserve those.”

“I can’t believe you,” you whispered, “I’ve never seen anyone react to a fight like this before.”

“This is my way of saying sorry.”

Yoongi:

Your eyes screwed tightly shut as you heard the bedroom door opening, knowing the footsteps you heard could only belong to one person.

“I know you’re not asleep,” Yoongi told you straight away, admiring your acting.

With a huff you opened your eyes and rolled around to look at him, “couldn’t you just get the message if I was pretending?”

“I could,” Yoongi agreed with you, “it’s just that I don’t want to. We can’t go to bed on this argument Y/N, it’s not doing good for either of us.”

“Really? I’m happy sleeping by myself tonight though.”

“Come on,” Yoongi pleaded, “try and give me something to work with here.”

“I’m awake, that’s what you can work with,” you bluntly told Yoongi, “I’m listening, but that’s about as far as I want to go tonight, I’m tired too Yoongi.”

Yoongi nodded, knowing he wasn’t going to get much more from you. “Are you really listening or just daydreaming?”

“I’m listening,” you corrected, “but this doesn’t sound like an apology so far really.”

“I’m getting to it Y/N.”

Hoseok:

A sigh came from you as Hobi continued to follow you around the house, refusing to let your argument slide and be left stewing with time.

“Y/N, can you just wait?” Hobi called out, reaching out to grab your hand to get you.

He just missed your hand though as you continued to walk. “I don’t want to hear how sorry you are right now Hoseok.”

“Hoseok?” He quizzed, a shiver running down his spine as you used his full name. “Y/N, I get that you’re mad but just listen to me, for a second.”

“Why would I listen? So you can continue to be rude?”

“No!” He yelled out, “because I want to say sorry and not let this carry on.”

“I need time, space,” you warned him, stopping to finally face him. “Please, just go and do something by yourself for a little while or something…Hobi.”

His head slowly nodded back at you, “if that’s really what you want, maybe I could go to the studio or something.”

“That’s a good idea,” you told him, “maybe see if one of the boys is around too.”

“Yeah, I’ll do just that.”

Namjoon:

The soft smile that was on your face gave Namjoon a glimmer of hope as he walked through the front door, beginning to make his apology after fighting.

“You got the note, right?” Namjoon smiled as he saw the piece of paper in your hand.

Your head nodded as you held onto it tightly, “I wasn’t expecting to come down this morning and see this on the table for me.”

“I just needed you to know how sorry I was as quickly as I could,” Namjoon explained, “and remind you just how I really feel about you too Y/N.”

“It made me feel a little less angry reading this from you.”

“I’m glad,” Namjoon whispered, “but I know a note isn’t going to fix everything.”

“I think we have some talking to do,” you agreed, smiling weakly still. “There was a lot that was said that maybe can’t just be brushed under the carpet.”

Namjoon hummed in agreement with you, “plenty of things that I said which need to be proven wrong as well.”

“Were they wrong?” You pushed, “because you need to be honest with me Namjoon.”

“I promise, they were mistakes.”

Jimin:

You threw your head back in disappointment as you heard the front door open, watching as Jimin walked through the front door and straight across to you.

“Can we talk?” Jimin asked you quickly before you had the chance to leave the room.

You momentarily glanced at him before shrugging his shoulders. “That depends, do you want to insult me some more if we talk?”

“No, of course I don’t,” Jimin insisted just as quickly. “I want to try and put things right, maybe explain why I was so rude to you this morning.”

“I think there’s a lot of explaining to do if I’m honest with you.”

“I know,” Jimin understood, “I can’t really understand myself what came over me.”

“I know you’re probably going to tell me you’re stressed,” you predicted, “but that’s never an excuse to start taking it out on me when I just try and care.”

The nod of Jimin’s head let you know your judgement was right. “I shouldn’t take it out on you, but I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s not fair,” you warned Jimin, “there’s only so many times I’m just going to take it too.”

“I don’t want you to either.”

Taehyung:

You called through to the person on the other side of your office door to come through, pushing your pile of paperwork to one side as they walked into your office.

“Peace offering,” a familiar voice called out, bringing a sigh out of you straight away.

Your eyes glanced up as Taehyung smiled weakly at you in the doorway. “What are you doing here? I’ve got work to do right now Tae.”

“Surely you can spare a few minutes for lunch,” he told you, lifting two boxes in the air. “I wanted to come and say sorry for what happened earlier.”

“You’re lucky that I’ve got a little bit of time that I can spare.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung told you as he entered, “I made sure to get your favourite too.”

“I guess that helps to try and make me forgive you a little bit,” you commented, making room on your desk for Taehyung to place the two boxes down.

Taehyung hummed as he took a seat at the other side of your desk. “I really am sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier.”

“I agree,” you weakly smiled back to him, “what even made you say such things to me?”

“I really just don’t know.”

Jungkook:

A glance down from Namjoon was all that Jungkook needed to know that he was doing the right thing to try and make up for his mistakes earlier that morning.

“Does Y/N like flowers?” Namjoon asked him, watching him browse the website.

Jungkook nodded in reply to him, “I don’t know whether they’ll truly make up for what I said to her, but I can only try and fix things, can’t I?”

“What must you have said to need to do something this huge to apologise?” Namjoon quizzed, only for Jungkook to shake his head, staring away.

“I don’t want to talk about it, I’m too embarrassed to really share.”

“Wow,” Namjoon muttered under his breath, “you really must’ve done something stupid.”

“That’s an understatement,” Jungkook remarked as he selected one of the bouquets on the website, “I just hope that Y/N will love these as much as I love them.”

Namjoon offered him a weak smile as Jungkook looked to him, “I’m sure Y/N will love them, you know what sort of flowers she likes.”

“I think so,” Jungkook muttered, “although after this morning, I’ve lost a bit of confidence.”

“Don’t beat yourself up Kook.”

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[peachypinkygloss]

i’m a whore for dilf! jin yet he’s also a lowk sub :( do u think u can write a smut w that ? 🤭 maybe a little bit of overstimulation, mommy kink (a need at this point), and tit play 😳 this would be a great bday gift !! thank u so much <3

dilf + subby Seokjin? 🤔 just- yes, totally!! such an interesting combo... hope you like it and happy birthday lovely 🥳xox thank you for your request 💜

Romantic Lover

pairing: dilf!seokjin x actress!reader

genre: smut, eventual established relationship

word count: 3k

warnings: sub seokjin/dom reader, unprotected sex, oral (m), breasts play, mommy kink, praising, brief overstimulation.

You were joining Seokjin on a date at a fancy restaurant. It was your fifth, maybe sixth - honestly, you didn't remember - time eating together, but tonight was special. In his invitation text he sent you this morning, he told you he would bring his seven-year-old daughter.

The first time you both met, he informed you right away about him being a father. You were surprised to hear that such a young and beautiful man as Seokjin was a dad, but after spending a lot of time with him, you learned that his little girl was the best thing that has ever happened to him.

It was endearing to listen to him talk about his daughter proudly and with so much love. He was a great father as you could see and you loved that caring side of him. You were still on the stage of getting to know each other before deciding whether or not this relationship should be official.

You liked Seokjin very much, but as an independent woman who lived on her own since nineteen, it was difficult for you to engage yourself to someone. Nonetheless, your feelings for him were growing at a fast pace and seeing his daughter for the first time really enchanted you.

You made your way into the restaurant after your chauffeur dropped you off at the right location. You hide yourself being a pair of sunglasses even though it was dark outside, but as a famous actress you couldn't have people recognizing you. There were small chances of that happening though, since you reserved a table at an expensive place. Clients didn't care about you as they are themselves wealthy people or celebrities.

"Hello, a reservation in the name of Miss Yln." You smiled at the waitress as you followed her to the table. You discerned the handsome shape of Seokjin as he greeted you with a smile and your eyes shifted to the little form sat next to him.

"This is the menu and the kids menu right here." She pointed to the smaller version of the regular menu with bright and colourful images. "I'll come back later for the drinks." The woman politely smiled as she left your table to continue her job.

You took the seat in front of Seokjin and you removed your glasses, settling them down next to you. "Hi, I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." You crossed your legs under the table, careful to not hit him with your foot.

"Of course not, Yn. Right, Miseon?" Seokjin turned his head in her direction and she glimpsed at him then back at you as she shook her head from side to side.

You laughed softly at her adorable face. Her pigtails swung around when she moved her head, red ribbons holding her hair in place. "Hello, Miseon. I'm Yn, your dad must have talked about me before, didn't he?" You perched your arm over the table, holding your hand open for her to take.

Her little fingers wrapped around your palm and Seokjin watched the interaction joyfully. "Yes, all the time... You're the woman we watch on TV." You shook your hand with hers, nodding at what she said. "Dad's cheeks are always red when he sees you on screen!" You raised your eyebrows at her revelation, looking at Seokjin with amused eyes while you backed your arm away from his daughter.

"Is that so?" You giggled with Miseon, observing the man shyly looking away. "Interesting to know." You licked your lips, leaning your elbow on the table and resting your chin on your palm.

"Why do you snitch on me like that?" He whined as he gently nudged his daughter's shoulder. She laughed at him, giving him a tap on his bicep as revenge.

The diner went great and you would even say that you might had created a bond with Miseon. She's the sweetest kid you've ever met. You wondered what it would be to be her step-mother, if she would end up calling you 'mom', considering you as a maternal figure. It was probably too soon to be thinking about that, but you couldn't help yourself.

Seokjin left her at her grandma's house for the night and he drove the both of you to your penthouse. It felt like a habit by this time, going to your house or his to spend the rest of the night in the arms of each other.

You were already excited when you entered your house, undressing him of his leather jacket, removing your heels, kissing each other until you reached the door of your bedroom.

The first time you slept together, you were pleasantly surprised to discover Seokjin's secrets. What a man like him, a great and wonderful father, would like to do in bed? A lot of things.

He was the literal definition of 'dad I'd like to fuck' with just a little twist. He was gentle, kind, generous, funny, hot and whiny. He was putty in your hands, squirming under your touch, calling you sinful names. At the end of each day, Seokjin only wanted to be taken care of like he did for everyone else.

You pushed him on your bed, his tall body slumping down on the mattress. He levelled himself on his elbows, watching you kneel in front of him, your hands caressing his thighs. He looked at you with his mouth ajar, his fluffy bangs covering his forehead.

"You've been a good boy, Jinnie." You hooked two fingers under his collar and pulled him to you, brushing your lips against his ear. "Such a good boy." You emphasized, smirking at him then pushing him back on his elbows. He gazed at you with so much lust in his eyes it sent shivers down your spine.

You palmed his crotch as you heard him exhale loudly, his hooded eyes looking at your movements closely. You unbuckled his belt and your manicured hands unbuttoned his trousers while you looked at him in the eyes. You pinched the zipper between your thumb and index finger and pulled it down.

You deviously smiled at him and sneaked your hand under his beige sweater, eliciting a small gasp from Seokjin. "Why don't you get rid of that, mh?" He didn't wait a second before passing the garment over his head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. "Great. Now, let me take care of you, Jinnie. You deserved it, don't you think?"

"Yeah..." He lifted up his hips for you as you tugged down his pants and boxers, joining his sweater laying on your bedroom's floor.

Completely naked in front of you, he felt vulnerable and it aroused him very much. You could do anything to him, he wouldn't complain, he'd say yes to everything. Your hands were so soft, he just liked having them on his body, making him feel good. Giving you control wasn't scary or humiliating, it was relieving because he knew he was in safe hands. Your hands.

You placed yourself comfortably between his legs, laying your forearms on his thighs as you circled the base of his dick with your palm. Seokjin's was just long and big enough to make any girl scream, just enough to make you drool and feel heat at the pit of your stomach. He was perfect, literally.

You swiftly ran your fingers up and down his shaft, making him harder and harder until he stood tall proudly. He let out soft moans as you twisted your wrist, stroking his tip slowly, some pre-cum leaking on your hand.

"A-ah... Fuck..." He formed fists onto the bed sheets, the satin material crumpling under the strength of his hands. You slid your palm down his hard cock, approaching your mouth to his tip. You gave him a lick along the whole length of his erection, the salty taste of his pre-cum lingering on your tastebuds. "Mmh-" Seokjin threw his head backwards, scrunching his eyes shut.

You took him in the warmth of your mouth, suckling on his tip and twirling your tongue on it. You bobbed your head, never going lower on him and still holding the base of his cock. You knew how much sensitive his tip was and you couldn't help yourself from teasing him, bringing him over the edge and never letting him fall.

"Shit. Please, just- just..." He whimpered, incapable of continuing his sentence. You understood what he wanted nonetheless and took more of him into your mouth. You sank down on his dick, engulfing his length until your lips reached your hand. "Oh God, yes, thank you..."

He gripped your hair with his left hand, pushing your head down. A loud moan escaped his lips when you gagged around his big cock, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You inhaled through your nose, concentrating on your gag reflex as he held your hair tighter between his long fingers.

You pulled out when you felt your throat burning from the intrusion of Seokjin's erection. You passed a hand through your hair, pushing them back while swallowing to ease your thirsty throat. You wiped the drool off your chin and licked the excess from your lips.

You then stared severely at Seokjin, you didn't like the way he steadied your head over his dick. You knew it was harmless, he didn't push with force, but he still went too far. He cannot be selfish.

As you kept your mouth in a straight line, you stood up on your feet. "I decided to reward you for your good behaviour. That's how you thank me?" You accused him with a stern tone, moving your arm to hold his jaw.

He blinked a couple of times, frowning. "I'm sorry." You locked your eyes with him for some seconds before backing away from him. "I didn't mean to..." He insisted, watching you slipping out of your tight dress.

His eyes sparkled when he noticed the red panties you were wearing without a bra on. "Lay your back against the bed frame." You instructed him and he executed himself. You didn't want to punish him, he had good intentions, it'd be unfair to restrict him in any way.

You joined him by walking around your bed, knees dipping down on the mattress as you straddled his lap. Thighs on each side of his body, he didn't dare to lay a finger on you. You wouldn't have minded it, but he was trying to get on your good side, which meant doing absolutely nothing that could make you mad.

"Do you want me to forgive you?" You asked, raising your eyebrows. He nodded and he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, patting his hair soothingly. "Beg me for it, then."

He took a second to look at your features, his lips parting to follow your order. "Please, I'm so sorry." You slid your palms up his chest, resting them on his broad shoulders. "I just want you so bad, it's difficult to keep my hands for myself." You wanted to fuck him so hard at this point, sink down on his cock until he came deeply into you. "Please, mommy. Forgive me."

He was already forgiven anyway, no need to pretend.

"Oh, Jinnie, you know I can't stay mad at you for too long." You smiled, stealing a kiss from him, his plush heart-shaped lips pressing against yours.

His large hands instantly found your hips, squeezing the flesh with his fingers. They lifted up to your boobs, swiping his thumbs over your perky nipples and your moans were muffled by Seokjin's mouth on yours. You started to grind on him, rolling your crotch against his hard cock, left alone since you pulled it out of your mouth.

Your lips parted from his, grinding your clothed pussy faster against his erection, your movements becoming needier and jerkier. His hands didn't leave your breasts even though the friction you created made him more sensitive, whines escaping his mouth.

Your tits bounced slightly on your chest from the incessant rutting of your hips against him, his large hands following you, flicking your buds between two fingers. You couldn't keep the teasing for any longer, yourself being overwhelmed by his delicate touch on the most intimate parts of your body.

"I want you to fuck me, Jin." You said between moans and you stopped moving, quickly hooking your panties to the side, offering him your hole. He glimpsed down, your clit was throbbing and your pussy was dripping wet.

"Everything you want, mommy." He smirked at you playfully, aligning his cock with your cunt.

You kept your balance by holding on his shoulders, watching him entering his tip into your warmth. He hissed and frowned when your walls hugged him tightly, taking him whole willingly inch by inch. You finally sat down on him and he couldn't hold in his whines, sounding almost like he was in pain, but he was simply in utter pleasure.

You felt his dick twitch inside of you, at ease between the comfort of your silky walls. You moved your hips up and down when he seemed ready, his naked back against your bed frame as sweat was falling down his forehead.

"Fuck. You feel so good, mommy. So good..." He whimpered, still playing with your tits, his palms brushing against your hard and sensitive nipples.

You ignored him, concentrating on jumping on his cock, his length deliciously rubbing against your walls. Seokjin cupped your two breasts in each one of his hands, bringing a tit to his mouth. You first felt his hot breath hitting your bud, sending goosebumps all over your skin. He then darted his tongue out and gave your nipple a wet lick, closing his mouth around it after.

You moaned and placed a hand on the back of his head, your fingers gripping on his hair tightly. The other stayed on his shoulder, nails digging into his soft skin, leaving little crescent forms. He suckled on your nipple while holding your breast up to his mouth, his saliva coating your flesh. He played with the other, pinching your perky bud between his index and middle finger.

Your hips rolled on him, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy, arousal dripping down to his balls. You rode his cock with fast movements, your hole was quivering and your clit was throbbing, his tip hitting your sensitive spot each time he bottomed out.

"Jin- Oh, God!" The back of your thighs were starting to burn from the slapping of your skin against Seokjin's, but you didn't stop, instead you intensified your thrusts. He looked up at you where he was sucking on your nipple and sneaked a hand between your legs, massaging your clitoris in circular motions. "Yes! That's it..." You praised him, encouraging him to continue.

The knot in your belly was tightening, threatening to explode. You were near your end and it only made you more eager to reach your high faster. With you on top, his dick reached deeper and therefore, brushing perfectly against your magic spot.

You gripped his hair, pulling his mouth away from your chest. His hair was messy, his cheeks were all red and his lips were swollen, glistening from his saliva. He looked so hot and you couldn't help yourself from kissing his plushy lips.

With one last thrust, you came, clenching around Seokjin's cock and moaning into his mouth. Your thighs were shaking and hands trembling, riding his dick lazily until you drove off of your high.

"Shit, shit..." He backed away, his head rolling backwards, hitting the bed frame. He gripped your hips, squeezing the flesh and you felt his erection pulsating, begging for a little bit of friction.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of that..." You promised him while you slipped his cock out of your soppy cunt, placing yourself between his legs.

He hissed at the beautiful sight you were offering him, hand around the base of his shaft, lips kissing his wet tip. "Aah- fuck. Yes, please." He whined, bucking his hips onto your fist.

You laid a hand on his thigh to prevent him from moving too much and gave him the blowjob you denied him at the beginning. You bounced your head up and down his length, lips sliding easily on him, making the whole thing ten times more pleasurable.

His hand found your head again, but this time he forced himself to not push, only twisting strands of hair between his fingers. Your scalp hitched from his grip, but you took the pain gladly as you sank his cock into the warmth of your mouth.

"Mommy, fuck- Gonna cum..." He breathed out, his balls tightening, about to release his load onto your tongue. You went faster, hollowing your cheeks and clamping your lips around him. "Shit!"

He cried out and he shot his hot cum into your mouth, the salty and sour taste of him lingering on your tongue. You milked him dry, pulling him out and swallowing everything. He looked at you with admiration, his large hand caressing the hot skin of your cheek.

You grinned when he sucked air through his teeth, your palm sliding up and down his poor cock. He whined, squirming a little at the overstimulation. "Too much..." He managed to spill the two words out of his mouth, eyes scrunching shut.

You licked your lips as your gaze flew down to his crotch, his big dick glistening, wet noises sounding through the room. You only stopped when he tried to close his legs, but didn't succeed as your body was still laying in front of him.

"Shhh, it's okay, Jinnie." You kneeled, circling his shoulders with your arms. You brought him against you, pecking his lips softly.

After cleaning yourselves and you went to pee, you cuddled with Seokjin. Your cheek was squished against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Miseon really likes you, I think." He murmured and the corners of your lips instantly lifted up.

"I like her too." You confessed, tracing small patterns on his skin with your index finger. "You're a good dad, Jin." You turned your head to look at him and he was already staring at you, heart in his eyes. Your own skipped a beat.

"That's the best compliment ever." He smiled and you chuckled, kissing his lips. "Be my girlfriend, Yn."

There was only one thing you could answer. A simple word that would settle everything between you and Seokjin.

"Yes."

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Hi. In honor of Jewel, I’d like to request something with Seokjin and his d*ck resting on the counter lmao

pairing: best friend!seokjin x gn!reader genre: friends/idiots to lovers, humor, fluff word count: 1245 & 2 texts rating: mature (because they're talking about the dick perch, there's no smut) warnings: they talk about the dick perch, they're both kind of menaces, jimin makes a brief background appearance a/n: this is the first request i got for @ugh-yoongi's birthday drabble event and i completely lost it. i also hope it's not just me that thinks this is funny. but it's okay if it is 😂 also i promise there is literally no angst, the title is just something they tease each other about fun piece of jewel lore: we (i) tried to get this picture screen printed on a cake for a surprise bachelorette party for jewel. not only did the bakery not understand the assignment, but the cake wasn't even good. so, a definite fail, but the thought was there.

There’s a lot that you’ve just gotten used to during your friendship with Seokjin. That he’s always going to ask you to taste some new recipe he’s trying when you come over for dinner. That he’s always going to have the absolute best wine and turn his nose up when you show up with something cheap. That he uses the perfect meal to say the things he can’t. That he’s actually the best cook you’ve met without ever taking any classes. That you can’t interrupt him when he’s in the middle of playing a video game without getting a lecture or it actually being an emergency. That he doesn’t feel at home in large groups and, despite all his charm, he would rather be off to the side. Or, better yet, home in his pajamas. That, in some ways, he never fully grew up. That he’s always going to be there for you in his own way, even if he doesn’t have the words. That his laugh is always going to be one of your favorite sounds, even if it’s also completely obnoxious. 

But, worst of all, you have to accept the fact that he is always going to be painfully hot no matter what. It didn’t really bother you the first time you met him. He was charming and dorky and had the worst sense of humor (that had you barely able to breathe from laughing). No, it wasn’t until a group of you had gone out drinking and you crashed at Seokjin’s apartment that you truly realized the unfairness of it all. You woke up feeling like death warmed over, make-up smudged with bags under your eyes and hair going in unnatural directions. Seokjin, by contrast, came walking into the kitchen bare-faced and still looking like he was photoshoot ready. Talk about irritating. 

That’s not actually the worst of it, you realize, when you get a text from your best friend. He’s dying his hair, a feat you told him would be better left until you could get there to help him. But he’s also stubborn, sometimes, so he carries on anyway. The proof is in a picture that he sends to you showing him in the bathroom with gloves on and purple on his previously bleached blond hair. You’re considering if his hands have always been that big or if the gloves make them look bigger when you notice something else. Something else that looks...big. Something else you definitely should not be looking at. 

He’s fucking with you. He absolutely has to be fucking with you. Because there is no way that he has his dick fully resting on the counter without noticing it. And there’s no way that it’s just a fold in his pants. There’s also no way you’re going to admit to your best friend that one of the first things you noticed was the outline of his dick resting on the counter. You’re pretty sure you don’t even want to think that word again. So, fine. If he wants to post that photo exactly as it is, who are you to stop him? 

Ten minutes later you get the notification that he’s posted the picture to Instagram, which is much less time than it usually takes him to pick the right filter and the right caption. You only know because he turned your notifications on for him one day and acted affronted that you might turn them off. Even still, as your little way to regain some semblance of control in the friendship, you wait until you like it. It’s the small things. 

However, when you do go to like it, you see a much higher number of likes than normal, along with several people commenting heart eyes or fire emojis under it. One comment sticks out, though, from yours and Seokjin’s friend, Jimin. All it says is: hyung, i’m not sure you thought this out before posting. You snort to yourself immediately because leave it to Jimin to just come out and say it. You can imagine the text conversation as you sit there. Can almost hear Jimin’s real laugh and Seokjin’s reaction. When your own phone rings, it startles you out of the thought.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” Seokjin nearly screeches before you finish saying hello.

“Hi to you too,” you respond.

“No, sorry, was that what you meant when you said I should crop it?” Seokjin carries on.

“I’m missing several pieces to whatever you’re trying to ask,” you answer even though you do know what he means. You’ve known Seokjin long enough to know that he texted Jimin and to guess at how that chat went.

“Please don’t act dumb, you already liked my photo,” he starts.

“Because you forbid me from turning off your notifications and missing out on, to quote you, your incredible hotness that’s a gift to us all,” you interject.

“And I know you must have seen the comments, so you saw Jimin,” Seokjin carries on like you hadn’t interrupted.

“Jimin says a lot of things,” you counter.

“Well I called him and he informed me that you can clearly see my dick outlined through my pants on the counter. And then when I said you suggested cropping the picture, he laughed for a full minute before telling me to call you and hanging up,” Seokjin explains. 

You curse internally. Just like there’s a lot to get used to with your friendship with Seokjin, there’s even more to accept with your friendship with Jimin. He’s actually really grounded and reliable. The kind of person you can tell anything to. The only problem? He never forgets and makes damn sure you never do either. Case in point: your crush on your best friend.

“Well?” Seokjin prompts when you’re quiet for too long.

“Well what?” you ask.

“Were you looking at my dick in the picture? Is that why you suggested I crop it?” Seokjin continues on, unashamed.

“Ew, don’t say it like that,” you deflect.

“Say what like what?” he asks.

“You know, your…just don’t say it like that,” you stumble.

“You can’t even say it,” Seokjin barks out, obnoxious laugh making you pull the phone away from your ear.

“That wasn’t what I was looking at anyway,” you lie. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Seokjin says, but it’s soft in a way you’re not used to. “But hey, I actually wanted to try this new recipe if you wanted to come over for dinner.”

“Seokjin, are you asking me out?” There’s something about the softness in his voice that makes you bold. Makes you think maybe you’re not in this alone. 

“What? No, of course not!” he nearly shouts, voice pitching up at the end.

“You can’t even say it,” you tease back.

Seokjin grumbles on the other end of the call. “Fine, you don’t have to.”

“I’d love to come have dinner with you, but only if you admit it’s a date,” you offer.

“It’s not a…actually, yes I’ll call it a date if…” Seokjin starts.

“Yes, Jin, I was looking at your dick,” you say quickly. “Okay, see you tonight for dinner!”

You hang up the phone before he can say anything else and have a moment of satisfaction imagining his face. It’s so easy to see the way he’d look at his phone, the way the blush on his ears would give him away. You think, for the first time in awhile, this might all be okay. 

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