#jin one shot smut

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Bangtengers

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Genre: superhero au, poly rlsp, Marvel Avengers au, comedy is the main genre

Summary: it's just a normal day as a superhero, a normal day of alien invasion, a normal day of close to death experience, a normal day of bickering during fight, a normal day at being manhandled by your seven superhero boyfriends.

Warning: there's mention of past traumas, talk of losses, angst, gore, talk about death and fight, a bit of sexual talks and reference, and absolute silly talks.

Side note: this is kind of an Avengers inspired oneshot that randomly popped up in my brain, there will be refrences to some of the Avengers related descriptions but it's brief so you don't have to a marvel fan. It's just pure out comfort fic for me.

Word count: 4.6k

There's a saying that even in the greatest of calamity there is a blessing hidden. Like one must face the worst of there fears to get back to the world with a renowned soul that breaths fire and knows how to tame the situation which would have been dier for the older self.

The blessing that came from the calamity also knows as the chitauri attack was that the world got their superheroes, who defeated the alien army lead by a mind controlled Loki.

Well it didn't exactly turned out good one would say but yeah..that might have worked to some point. Leave behind the normal consequences and as we all know War always leaves behind destruction, new problems and nightmares. Nightmares that can't be shaken off.

But some nightmares are actually good, like the unknown attack brought to face the potential threat of dealing with other worldly being which lead to the world in accepting their heroes for good.

The bangtengers like how yoongi aka iron man had suggested after some thought, the orginal plan by SHIELD was Avengers but yoongi said that the name should sound interesting something that would leave people saying cool.

Like they say what is kept in the name so everyone else agreed, what matters in actuality is the teams job and that typically shitty line that with great power comes great load of bullshit. So yeah it was pretty much normal superhero stuff.

As normal as a sudden attack by some alien jet..

"Remind me again what were you trying to do?" You can hear the mock in namjoon's tone through your intercom, as you ran full speed towards the purple alien guy and body smashed him. "I was just trying to communicate okay!" Yoongi defended himself as flew from top of you, you would have added in a comment but your mouth was currently busy in chanting a mind control spell on the alien, the familiar crimson light igniting from the tip of your fingers and tracing a wave pattern towards the guys brain which was disgustingly visible through that transparent skin of his, yikes!, It didn't take even a second before he was knocked unconscious with a painful grunt. Well if you got in this mess for yoongi wanting to game some information about aliens, you would rather be of help.

"Well they definitely don't want to talk." An almost panting hoseok ran past you making you look up in the direction he was heading, you raised in silent question to his run opening your mouth to ask him about the obvious rush in his features. Doing quick work of jumping back onto your feets, a sudden blast on the side hoseok just ran from turned your attention to the direction to see a visible struggling 95's duo who were currently trying to take down one of those gaint Hulk sized monster. Speaking of Hulk it's about damn time hoseok did some real work instead of keeping up the act of 'we can handle this without the big guy.'

You raised two of your fingers up in the air as the monster charged in taehyung's direction who visible braced himself for the upcoming damage but before the monster could smash your partner a red sheild of fog surrounded him, the monster looked just as confused as your friend who slowly turned in your direction to look at you with realisation, you just winked back before the fog surrounding the monster grew thicker and he started to choke, his hands came automatically to his throat strangling his own self before he vanished into thin air. "Where to this time?" Jimin's laugh following those words turned your attention to him to see him fighting against one of the kinds you just knocked unconscious, a smirk appeared on your face on realising what jimin was talking about.

when ever you teleported one of the opponents it was either an isolated island or a desert or antartica, once you had tried teleporting one of the attackers to some other planet but it had kinda backfired and like wisely you had found yourself unconscious with a headache that you could feel for three days straight. After that incident you mostly tried to play safe, the guys had been super worried about you after that one incident, so you had no choice on trying to expand the range of your power.

Your thought about saying wonderland but before you could even word out a single syllable your heart missed a beat , the ground trembled beneath your legs a visible vibration radiating from the ground making your blood run dry, the sudden shift in the wind made you look up to see a large spaceship almost the size of the SHEILD helli carrier roaring high in the sky. Honestly you were partially glad that you had already taken care of the civilians and that this area was already declared a war zone. But just because you were superheroes didn't mean you didn't value your life or the life of your friends, the thought of any of them getting hurt was not something you could afford, they were the family you as an orphan had the chance to have and you wouldn't let some shitty alien ruin it.

"you deserve a pat on the shoulder with a chair for this yoongi." The obvious irritation in jimin's voice made you want to laugh bitterly but you couldn't agree more with him, he was right, genius or not yoongi was a dumbass bitch. And someone needs to do something about that lab of his, "i swear tintan the moment I get home I am going to blow up that genius lab of yours." You finally let go of the little amount of patience you had developed in the last three years, rage wasn't something you wanted to get used to but right now the adrenaline rush felt all to familiar. The crinkling sound of glasses cracking and the view of all the windows of the building in front of you shattering had jimin and taehyung exchanging quick glances before they walked towards you, well jimin did walk taehyung used his speed ability and within the blink of an eye he was infront of you and within next blink he was hugging you trying to distract you from the situation. All the members knew that you had traumas, traumas of losing your family right in front of your eyes and the simplest idea of anyone dying was enough to let you be blinded by rage.

"Guys incoming from three o'clock." Jungkook's voice brought you back from being drowned by the enchanting trance of taehyung's hold, you pulled away slightly giving a quick nod to taehyung to let him know that you were okay, taehyung didn't seemed to trust your answer but he still reluctantly let you go before you both turned in the direction jungkook had just pointed out to you all as he came swinging from behind one the tall buildings, Spiderman webbed swing his way to where you three currently were.

"I will handle that." Namjoon's voice sounded almost out of breathe and you were already signalling to them that you will go help him,

"if you guys don't kill me after this, how about we go to that shawarma joint--"

"No! And whose to say you will make it out of here alive??" The obvious frustration in hoseok voice had you cackling as you ran past him this time, purposely bumping your shoulder in his who was currently standing infront of the pile of three unconscious or dead bodies, you could see the way he was about to rip of your head before he realised it was you not one of the guys messing with him.

You blew him a quick flying kiss distracting him enough that he didn't notice the crimson smoke typing around his feet like a rope before his legs were rugged from beneath him and with a girly scream hoseok was gone. You didn't stayed back to watch him turn into the big guy but knowing Hulk it would be three seconds before he would be jumping to your side and just at the count of the familiar shaking of the ground with the loud thud and the Hulk scream.

"Woah now who let pea brain sized green ass out?" Jin voice was followed by the sudden lifting of you from the ground, the transition was too fast for your brain to have proper time to react, you blinked looking at the ground becoming foreign to your figure as you were currently being held in the arms of none other than the lightning man of your group, "i warned you about this jin." You grumbled while you narrowed your eyes at him who winked at you totally unaffected, "I am just helping you." You knew there was a silent, 'but you must return the favour next time.' in that statement, that was enough for making you roll your eyes. The familiar crackling of thunder filling the already noisy environment as he leaned in and stole a quick kiss, his lips sealing your while you were trying to grumble out a protest.

"Fare trade." He whispered mischievously pulling away as you looked into that familiar black eyes of his, the look in them reminding you of Loki, they weren't blood related but the way you could see the traces of being siblings briefly in their action made you heart sink, "if you could put side that flirting not that there's any rush but we are in a bit of a pickel down here." The sarcasm in namjoon''s voice was so

Thick it made you internally cringe, you looked down to see him glaring right back at you both, the parental look in his eyes making you let out a sheepish grin before you saw that they were being cornered by aliens that were heading in there direction from every corner.

"Jin a thunder strike would be really kind of you." You commented turning your eyes from the crowd to the man infront of you, "as the lady wishes." The overly drawled words had you wanting to roll your eyes but you were grateful for the thunder nevertheless that fell down in circles a few inches away from namjoon, who jumped back in order to avoid the lighting knowing exactly well that it was on purpose hence the death glare in namjoon's direction was acceptable.

"Opps?" There's wasn't even a single ounce of guilt in Jin's tone as he lowered you both to the ground and the moment your feet touched the ground you were snatched from the between the men in a rush of wind, you were about to curse taehyung for the sudden counter but your words died down on your tounge when he came to a stop before jungkook who was currently trying to web an alien to the statue of some recognised public figure.

"20° angle jimin." Taehyung shouted as you both turned to see jimin struggling against a shit load of aliens, "fuck you yoongi." You hissed raising your hands in the air and letting the energy flow through you, "after this mission babygirl." Yoongi's unaffected remark only added to your words had your pissed mood doing a hundred and the energy flow just seemed even more powerful, you lifted your hands in the air and the aliens advancing in on you guys all froze in there spot. Jimin turned to you for signal and you didn't take even a second before nodding your head.

"I would recommend earplugs but I don't think we have that.." jimin trailed off just as taehyung speeded around handing everyone earplugs, since you were trying to hold back a whole shit load of aliens taehyung helped you with the earplug making sure to ask you if they were secure enough and once you nodded clearly not able to hear a single word he said, taehyung gave jimin a thumbs up who turned his back to you guys, you saw how his shoulders stiffened and you wanted to move forward and comfort him but you were currently holding back the aliens so that was kinda hard.

You waited for jimin to do his work, taehyung's warm hand around your waist kept you anchored to the awake world as you watched jimin with anticipated breathe, just like that you felt the pressure of the fight from the aliens that you were holding back reducing drastically, you eyes bouncing off from jimin's back to watch as the alien fought against their own people, the horror of them killing their own kind making you want to tremble and shut your eyes tight but you couldn't do that, you couldn't even look away as they pierced each other's body with their blade swords.

It was straight out bone chilling but you couldn't stop thinking about jimin, you knew what effect using his power to do this had on him but almost always he had to use them, it wasn't always sunshine to be a superhero.

The moment you saw jimin dropping to his knees you let the hold on the aliens go and rushed your way to jimin, "fuck yoongi for this." Jimin mumbled jokingly as you lowered yourself next to him, he sent you a half smile trying to hide the wobbling of his bottom lip, you smiled gently at him reaching forward and lacing your fingers with his trembling one's, "thanks for the offer jimin but y/n already booked me for the day." Both you and jimin rolled your eyes hearing yoongi's reply as you leaned in and placed a quick kiss on jimin's cheek.

"Umm guys there's more coming." Jungkook sounded so confused saying that and partially frustrated, you had to hold back a groan at the information as you helped jimin up, "ugh give me a fucking moment to breath." You heard taehyung growl through the intercom as you watched him speed past you both to help jungkook with the alien that was currently pinning him down, you could hear the distance sound of thunder in some distance from you probably a few buildings away and the familiar sound of yoongi's suit.

"Okay guys enough playing around let's get this shit done." You heard namjoon bark out as you sent a limping alien crushing straight into the hardware store. "Yoongi any free clearing for proper battle nearby?" Namjoon questioned as he appeared from behind the alley of one of the bookstores signalling you all to follow him.

"Two stores and a left." Yoongi's answer was brief as you all navigated your way to the clearing, it was weird that a bunch of superhero were walking the streets like a kid exploring his new neighbourhood. "Has anyone seen Hulk?" It didn't even take a second before the all too familiar shout filled the air turning all of your attention to the spaceship which was tilting oddly, you saw a few black dots falling from the ship knowing exactly well what they were.

"When did he even get there?" You questioned know one in particular, you were quite amused to see Hulk doing his work so well, and it wasn't just you who found it amusing because you could hear the thoughtful hum of the others who had also stopped walking and were right now looking at the spaceship being taken down single-handedly by hoseok.

"I am bringing party." Yoongi's urgent voice had all of you exchanging glances before everyone ran to where yoongi had asked you all to be, and true to his words yoongi was heading you way with a whole swarm of small alien jets chasing after him and on narrowing your eyes you saw that there was a crowd of them running your way too, "just what did you tell them yoongles." Jin's comment was really showing his curiousity, "atleast not that i am looking forward to banging their wives." Yoongi's comment had you all scoffing as everyone braced themselves for the fight.

"Bang it vengers!" Jungkook shouted from behind as he shoot his web on a near by tree and moved forward to strike at the aliens, "it was supposed to be assemble." You heard Jin complain as you all charged at the crowd, taking down as many as you could. "Remind me again to never let yoongi watch Bollywood movies." You commented as you kicked one of the aliens before sending them flying with a quick flick of your wrist, "hey! It was not the movie."

"Oh please you watch Krish and suddenly you wanna see if you could talk to aliens."

"Now that makes sense to me." Namjoon chimed in as his shield came flying to cut an alien throught that was advancing in on you from the side, you gave a quick nod before moving forward and letting your fingers lift up as the Hulk sized monster got raised in the air, "so is the shawarma plan still on?" Yoongi questioned as he flew down to stand beside you, blasting an alien advancing in on you, "what do you mean by still?, I never agreed to it in the first place." You calmly retorted side eyeing him before turning to deal with the Hulk alien who was struggling against your restrain of crimson fog, poor soul.

You heard the blasting of Yoongi's energy blasters, before the very usual series of wae's he uses to make you give in to his requests, "i don't see one good reason for you rejecting this offer." Yoongi challenged as he turned his whole attention towards you, the mask of his suit flying open to show that obvious pout on his lips, you rolled your eyes fighting away a smile. Scoffing you twirled your index finger in a circle the alien going full circles along with the direction of your fingers, "please I could give seven good reasons." You challenged back with a smug stare, risking a glance over you shoulder at the men behind you.

"Hey!"

"I don't see why I am being dragged in this!"

"What do you mean by I it should be we tae!"

"I didn't speak last time!"

"And I didn't even eat!"

You laughed at the way all the complains came flying your way while you guys combated against your opponents, yoongi knocking two of the aliens and blasting a hole through one of them, jin flying around striking thunderbolt and choking one of the Hulk sized alien, jimin taking down three of the aliens one knocked down with a punch to his gut while a knife was still slitting his throat open, the glint in his eyes was of pure menace, it was moments like this you could see the damage he got as an assassin. The other was still holding onto the blade that was pierced right at the top of his heart another was next to him with his dead eyes staring at you directly, his mouth agape as blood spilled from it.

"You know it's moments like this.." taehyung trailed off with a heavy breathless grunt snatching your attention away from jimin to taehyung who was currently visible just like a blur of monotoned blue and gray going around in zig zag followed by the fall of alien who he passed. You shook your head with a smile turning your attention back towards the aliens advancing towards you, you held your grounds against them going into hand to hand combat with one of them as you advanced towards them and striked him with your silver dagger that you always carried around.

"I rethink if I should have taken farming serious instead." Taehyung completed his statement while you kicked the alien in his shin turning a good 360 on your left heel and bringing your another feet to collide with the jaw of another of the alien on your side, you chuckled hearing taehyung's statement, "sounds fair to me." Namjoon chimed in agreement to taehyung's previous comment while you watched him fight one of the aliens, the whole Team was trying to take down the mess as quick as you could.

"Farming in the day coming home by evening and then spending the rest of my day with y/n and our kids." The dreamy tone of taehyung's voice made you laugh out in disbelief while you heard the other guys mutter out their agreements, "I don't get what I am doing in this 'regrets of my life' preach of yours." You snorted wipping your the blade of your dagger clean of the green blood with the khaki shirt of the alien.

"Come on love, you know what you are doing there." Taehyung smugly retorted back followed by the strong breeze of wind when he passed from beside you not forgetting to place a quick peak to your right cheek, you didn't fight back the smile instead restarting to bite the inside of your cheek, "you met me because of this whole SHEILD thing tae." You reasoned with him sighing exhausted with the whole fight thing.

"Oh don't be ridiculous, I would have met the love of my life one way or the other."

The series of ohhs from the guys had you rolling your eyes while you tore apart a few aliens with the flick of your fingers, "and I thought jimin was the best with words." You heard jungkook tease from behind you, turning around you came in face to face with him well a masked him, "wanna fly?" The suggestion sounded pleasing consider just how exhausted this whole fighting was making you feel, "you don't basically fly." That earned you a grunt but before jungkook retort or do something a loud thud sounded from inches behind you making you close your eyes and purse you lip as you waited for the next move.

"Dolls mine." You had to stop a surprised yelp when Hulk growled behind you, eyes shooting open to see Spiderman backing away with his hands raised in surrender, you turned around giving out a sheepish smile to Hulk while you did a timid way at a very pissed hoseok aka Hulk, you could hear an alien advancing on Hulk from the side but he didn't even move his eyes away from you as he punched the alien square in the face. You held back a hiss at the thud of the alien falling, "you tricked me." He grumbled advancing in on you as he started to get smaller in size the spandex material of his suit shrinking to get to hoseok's size.

"It's tripped not tricked." You corrected grinning innocently at hoseok who rolled his eyes pulling you in for a kiss, his lips crashing with yours while his arms circled around your waist, the sound of screams and bones drowned away with the feeling of hoseok's warmth around you, you were partially glad that hoseok was still in control of Hulk or let's just say it takes a lot more convincing and sweet talking to get Hulk to relax, not that he has ever tried to hurt you.

"Can you guys do this later, I have an assignment due tomorrow for goodness sake." Jungkook's complain came in from beside you both making you pull away from hoseok with a slight pant, eyes still fixed on his while your faces were inches apart, "you should be thankful you are so cute." Hoseok rasped giving you a pat on the small of your back before he pulled away turning to jungkook with a scowl adoring his features.

"We are almost done I guess." Jin spoke as he came down to stand beside you both, "shawarma--" "no yoongi we ain't going." You didn't miss a bit to disagree as pushed the boys away seeing namjoon struggling against a squad of aliens, his shield was thrown on a five feet distance from him while the aliens were holding him down, "give me one damn--"

"One, the last time we went there you tried to buy the shawarma place."

A red wave of energy sent the aliens flying away from namjoon and his shield was brought closer to him by another wave of red.

"Yes but-"

"Two Jin caused an almost short circuit."

"That was by mistake!"

"Happened none the less. Third namjoon broke a whole set of their new cutlery."

Namjoon sent you a sheepish smile before throwing his sheild at one of the alien coming from infront of him.

"That why I tried to buy the-"

"Four jimin feel down the chair thrice and later broke the chair blaming it was defaulted."

"It was defaulted!"

"Five taehyung went inside the diners kitchen which was a staff only area."

"I needed a spoon"

You huffed breathless as you took down another of the alien, just how many of those were in that wrecked ship.

"Six Hoseok left a Hulk sized whole in the diners wall."

"It was the other guy not me!"

"Seven jungkook tried to web the wall."

"I was trying to help!" Jungkook reasoned sounding whiny as you scoffed turning the neck of the alien that you had in chokehold on, the crack sound of bone followed by the spill of blood of his mouth signalled the death of him as you let him go, "yeah like I wouldn't have noticed the difference, i went to the restroom for like five minutes and you guys did a whole show in there." You scolded them walking to where they all were fighting the last of the remnants.

"Anyone wants anymore reasons?" You directed your question at yoongi as you kicked one of the alien advancing from behind him, "i would rather stay quite." Yoongi grunted throwing you a quick glance before he turned away punching an alien with all his might, or the suits might.

"Can we be quick i have an assignment on theoro dynamics to complete."

"Me too."

"What a coincidence!"

"We are literally in the same year, doing the same course, in the same uni kook."

"Oh excuse for being an optimistic on this shitty ocassion"

"Your are excused." You threw back no missing a beat as you threw one of the alien in his direction using your power while he moved out the way letting the alien strike against the concrete wall.

"Guys can't you be quick, i don't want to stay up late finishing that assignment." You whined dodging another extraterrestrial with a shield of your energy way in front of you.

"Who allowed the kids to tag along for this mission in the first place?" Namjoon sounded really curious and partially parent like with that tone but all you felt was annoyance.

"They would have sneaked in the jet even if we left them at h--"

"Jin.."

"What I am trying to say is that they are sneaky as fuck so--"

"I told you not to again"

"Okay fuck it, i told them about the mission." Jin shouted from behind you somewhere making you snicker as you heard the guys bickering over it, "i can't do this anymore." Jimin announced followed by taehyung piping in, "there not much I and yoongi will take care of this you guys can go back to base." Namjoon suggested giving jimin a quick glance who nodded his head.

You looked at the guys who started to leave one by one while the duo who agreed on staying back dealt with the last of your enemies, "i can sta--" you didn't get to complete the sentence when jimin came forward sweeping you off your feets and into his arms before he placed you on his shoulder.

"Hey this isn't fair." You protested squirming as he secured you with a hand on your waist, you could see hoseok and jungkook snickering looking at you.

"You ain't staying back angel."

"Nice ass sweetheart."

"Fuck you hoseok."

"Gladly."

"Aww not without me."

"Urghh you guys are insufferable."

"No we are bangtengers."

"Your humor sucks Jin."

"Not as good as you suck us off."

"I hate you guys."

"We love you princess."

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[jhugas]

‘Do it.’- Bts member

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Genre: smut

Pairing: Husband! Any Bts! member X wife! Reader

Summary: you and your husband trying to have sex at his concert… and after.

Word count: 1,6k

Warnings/tags: Sex scenes count: 2 | unprotected sex, semi public sex?, make out, m masturbates, f masturbates m, lil facial, cumming on your pussy, rushed sex, half-clothed sex.

Ps: this was inspired by DDay Tour🫶🏻

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Some help for the private room: if you’re imagining this in a OT7 concert, just imagine that every member has their private room👀

You and your husband have been teasing each other right before the concert; you were caressing his torso, and him grabbing your titties. And then you started making out, his lips grabbing your top one, sucking hard and softly, and his tongue started caressing your lips. Later, both of your tongues met, intertwining with each other and making wet shameless sounds.

But right when you were about to get serious, the staff called for him to get on stage.

So unfortunately, he had to go perform and you… just watch him on the tv and wait there.

You noticed though, that he looked pretty frustrated performing, along with his boner.

So you just thought that it’d go away and that he’d stop being horny, but he didn’t. The whole first part he kept his dick in his hands and singing half of the lyrics.

So when he came back from the first part, he ran to the private room and immediately ran up to you.

He opened the door, closed it behind him and didn’t lose anytime.

He grabbed your hair and waist and pulled you in a passionate kiss.

Not only he was sort of aggressive from the frustration of not fucking you, but he was also sensitive, so it didn’t take long for him to start moaning in the kiss. He needed you so bad.

So to help him you decide to cup his balls in your hand and feel his cock through his pants, pressing your chest against his.

In answer, he slides his hands under your shirt and toward your pants, playing now with the lace of your panties as he traces his fingers on your ass.

Meanwhile, you’re getting deeper and deeper in the kiss, both moaning and touching each other anywhere possible, the kiss got heated quickly.

When suddenly, he remembered he didn’t have a lot of time, so he wondered about what’s best for him, waiting the end of the concert to get you, or do it now?

But his hands spoke faster, he pulled down your pants and panties in one go and took off his too.

He then looks at you and waits for your approval, and after you nod, he lays you down on your back on the couch, and gets on top.

Curses leave your lips, his hands were so strong and attractive, he grabs strongly your thighs and pulls you closer to him making his tip get dangerously close to your hole, slightly teasing you to make you feel his smooth tip rubbing your clit before pounding inside, making you feel every inch of him just like he wanted.

He starts sliding in and out of you while watching your tits bounce up and down in your shirt. All of this while his fans are still in the public, waiting for his second part without knowing that he’s currently fucking you deep.

He was so needy, he was going all the way in and couldn’t care less about how loud it was nor if someone would see them.

If a staff entered, trust that he won’t stop.

Along with the cheers of the fans, wet slapping sounds and moans were resonating in the room.

Sometimes he took the time to get closer to your face and to kiss you sloppily, I mean, he did whatever felt good to him, and whatever felt good to him, felt good to you. Every move was so pleasurable, that tears rolled down your cheek while he wiped them away.

His hands were grabbing firmly your hips, then caressing your tummy and holding your hands, occasionally holding your chin to make you look at him.

‘I- I’m gonna cum~’ you say, feeling your orgasm coming fast.

‘Cum for me then. Do it.’ he answers in a deep voice, you could hear him being close too.

Then your moans got shamelessly louder, making him even closer to cumming and then, you came hard, clenching your walls around his cock as he fucks you at the right pace, making you feel high for a good minute.

‘In five minutes the part two starts!’ a staff says outside the door.

‘Fuck.’ he curses, before pulling his dick out and masturbating.

He’s going fast, trying to reach his orgasm as quick as possible while looking deep in your eyes.

And when he’s about to cum, he starts shivering, moaning your name loudly and finally releases his semen that reaches your face and slides down his length.

You wipe off his cum off your face and get closer to his, leaving a few kisses on his lips and neck, making him relax before going back to work.

‘The things you make me do…’ he says in a deep voice with a sarcastic smile on his face, before kissing you goodbye and leaving the room in a rush.

When the concert finished, you decided to go home without waiting for him, not thinking of anything, but he wanted more. And when he saw that you weren’t in the private room, he got ready and rushed to his apartment.

You were laying down here, on the couch with your robe and panties under, when all of a sudden, your husband enters in a rush and throws his bags on the floor.

For a minute, he just enjoys your position, on your tummy laying down, with the bottom of the robe almost showing your ass. He’s getting hornier and hornier, and he was so mesmerized looking at you that he didn’t hear your greeting.

‘What’s wrong?’ You ask him when you saw him staring at you from the door. He’s breathing fast, his chest moving heavier than usual…

‘I need you…’ he answers as he gets closer to you, so you try to turn and lay on your back but he stops you, hands on your ass he put you back on your tummy.

For the moment he was just enjoying you with his eyes and creative mind, but now he needed more, more of you.

Unconsciously, he gets on top of you and gives you long and passionate kisses on your neck, slightly sucking and leaving a mark.

‘What are you doing babe…’ you giggle because of how ticklish it feels, but not so long after you’ll understand he’s not really tickling you. You start feeling good about it, getting your neck covered in marks and his spit, him sucking in and wrapping his lips around your skin… your pussy started throbbing, now, you both needed more.

But just when you started moaning, he gives you a peck on your ear and gets back up, positioning himself on his knees with his crotch above your ass.

He curses before taking off his pants and boxers, and places his dick in between your ass cheeks through the robe.

‘Take off my panties, it’ll be easier.’ you said, because you wanted to feel everything, and you did.

After he took off your panties and kept your robe over your ass, you felt his tip rubbing your ass, in between your cheeks, and your asshole, just him applying pressure and making sure you feel how hard and big he is.

Oh how proud he is of his big thick cock, just perfect for you and no one else. His cock and your holes fit like a puzzle, because once he’s in, you couldn’t feel more full and complete. He’s part of you.

He taps it on your ass a few times, before spreading your legs and getting near your cunt.

‘Y/n?’ He asks to make sure you consent.

‘Do it.’ You answer quickly and breathlessly.

He pumps himself a few times, slides in your folds to rub your clit and tease your hole, then finally, after lifting your ass up, slides in.

He’s pounding into you, the sound is wet and strong, and you hear his long moan of relief.

His hands are on your hips, pushing you front and back along with him thrusting into you.

It’s the way he’s filling you entirely and hitting your sweet spot continually that makes it so pleasurable.

He has his eyes stuck on your ass bouncing with your robe halfway up them.

Then you felt your orgasm coming, quicker than you thought and try to push it back as long as possible so that you could feel him fucking you for some more time.

But when he got faster and rougher, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it for much time now.

‘I’m gonna- cum.’ You spit out with moans slipping out your lips too.

‘Cum for me then, go on darling.’

He says in a deep, breathless voice.

And as he said, your orgasm reaches to your brain and you feel your weak legs shivering.

Soon after, you came hard and long on his cock that was still pounding in you, you felt so high and good…

But he wasn’t done, he needed to cum too.

So he just pulled out and made you sit on your ass, facing him. Then he took your hands, making them wrap around his dick.

You start sliding your hands up and down his lengths, fast enough to make him reach his orgasm.

And after a few minutes of work, when he was just about to cum, he took his dick himself and placed it over your pussy. So you laid down and opened your legs to give him more space, and he came hard, his white thick cum covering your pussy like a cake.

Later, you both took a warm bath where he made sure you didn’t fall asleep, washed each other and cuddled all night.

Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are veryyyy appreciated🫶🏻

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[byuljoonie]

M.list for byuljoonie

⤷ Hi lovelies, I’ve finally made a long overdue masterlist for your convenience! It’ll be updated after every story post so that I won’t get behind on updating it. I put a few coming soon stories on here so you guys can know my drafts are never empty! Thank you for enjoying my writing, especially my earlier pieces that are not that good:3 Requests are open and AO3 link at the end. Ily♥︎ -dubu☆

⁀➴ Kim Namjoon

one-shots:

☾ Moonlight {5.1k} { fluff, smut // growing tension, boyfriend material, desperation }

⤷ namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym

☾ Please Give Me A Remedy ft. Myg {3.2k} { fluff, angst // on hiatus }

⤷ 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

☾ Let You Break My Heart Again ft. Jhs (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ A First Meeting {0.1k, fluff}

☾ Sesame Syrup {0.2k, fluff}

☾ Virgo’s Groove {coming soon, smut}

☾ Church Girl {coming soon, smut}

☾ Valentine {0.7k, fluff}

⁀➴ Kim Seokjin

one-shots:

☾ Cozy {6.7k} { fluff, smut // coworkers to lovers, slice of life, slow burn, OfficeWorker!AU, dom!seokjin }

⤷ you hate me, because you want me…

⁀➴Min Yoongi

one-shots:

☾ Never Goodbye {3.3k} { fluff, angst, smut // slice of life }

⤷ It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

☾ Please Give Me A Remedy ft.knj {3.2k} { fluff, angst // on hiatus }

⤷ 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

Drabbles:

☾ Freek-a-leek { hard smut // coming soon }

⤷Tell me what you want…

⁀➴Jung Hoseok

one-shots:

☾ 6 Inch {4.2k} { fluff, slight smut, yearning // friends to lovers? }

⤷ your best friend convinces you to attend a launch party, without mentioning the presence of a certain someone.

☾ Let You Break My Heart Again ft. Knj (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ Heart 2 Heart {1.3k, fluff}

⤷TA!Hoseok

☾ Habanera (coming soon, smut)

⤷ Si je t’aime, prend garde á toi

☾ A Helping Hand (0.3k, smut)

⤷ need a hand?

⁀➴Park Jimin

one-shots:

☾ Pussy Fairy {2.3k} { smut // unedited dom!jimin }

⤷ read the title…

☾ Cherry Airhead {2.3k} { smut, ftl // unedited dom!jimin }

⤷you want a piece?

⁀➴Kim Taehyung

one-shots:

☾ Ramo Buchón ft.jjk {9.5k} (under construction) { fluff, smut, angst // growing tension, husband material, insanity }

⤷ You make beautiful bouquets…Jungkook notices

☾ Blue night |02|

⤷ (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ Plastic off the sofa {1.7k, smut}

⤷ prologue (coming soon)

⁀➴Jeon Jungkook

one-shots:

☾ Ramo Buchón ft.kth {9.5k} (under construction) { fluff, smut, angst // growing tension, husband material, insanity }

⤷ You make beautiful bouquets…Jungkook notices

Drabbles:

☾ ☆ {2k, smut}

☾ ♡ {1k, smut}

☾ ♢ {1k, teasing}

☾ ♧ {0.6k, smut}

☾ ♤ {1.1k, smut}

☾ Art Deco {coming soon, smut}

Other than BTS

Ateez

one-shots:

Jyh

☾ Can’t get enough of you (coming soon)

Anime

one-shots:

Gojo Satoru

⤷ (coming eventually)

Actors

Drabbles:

Pedro Pascal

☾ Brooklyn Baby {0.4k, fluff}

AO3

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[fanficbtss13]

Contract

<Babygirl series> [2]

JJK (JEON JUNGKOOK) ONE SHOT SMUT.

⚠️ WARMING: DO NOT read if you are not used to smut and mature content or if you are not an adult.

DO NOT copy.

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CONTRACTED BABYGIRL

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She sat on the bed, all bored. So basically it was actually really boring being in a contracted life for 1 year with a man who is the CEO of the biggest fashion company in Korea.

1 year? Well yes, it was the fourth day in his house, all you have to be is a cute little girl who he will fuck till the end of the contract. He was out for a business trip after discharging you in his house and your room, as usual, it was a soft aesthetic like you have and unlike what he has.

One time you were wondering in his house and the maids were literally just ignoring you after giving you clothes to wear and food to eat so you were really bored, you came across a room and opened it, it was really different from yours, by the things and furniture inside the room, you knew it was his room.

You were lying on your bed as you stared at the ceiling, you can't even go out without his permission. Even though you haven't been in a physical step with him yet.

You heard a car pull up on the driveway of the mansion and you peeked through your light-colored silk curtains from your window, he came out of the car with some shopping bags with his own company's logo and he walked inside the house.

You felt a bit scared and nervous to meet him because he has that so-called cold face with seriousness included which always makes you think he can do anything which he actually can.

You step back and slowly walk out of your room, you are wearing just a top and pyjama pants as you open the door and walk out of your room, looking down at the living room as he tiredly takes off his tie and goes towards his room which was near the living room meanwhile yours was upstairs.

He glanced up at you still seriousness plaster on his face and went inside his room. You walked back inside your room and scrolled through your phone and you heard a knock on the door so you locked your phone and opened the door, Jungkook was again in casual clothes this time, wearing a t-shirt and a pyjama and he pulled his hand forward to hand three bags of the same shopping bags you saw when he entered the mansion.

"I bring some clothes for you and you are doing a fashion show in front of me with them." He said and walked inside making you step back as he stared dead into your eyes making you hella nervous.

But little did you know his heart was racing, he was giving a face that was deadly serious but deep down he was trying not to blush. You nodded took the bags and went inside the dressing room as he sat on your bed waiting for you, looking around your room.

"Cute." He whispered to himself seeing everything in pink purple or light blue, inhaling the sweet scent of yours which was mixed with the new furniture of your room.

So there were three dresses for you, one was a simple yet short sexy dress and the other one was a short blouse like top with shorts, and the last one was a nightgown, designed like a kitten costume with cat ears too. You took and wore the simple one and walked out of the dressing room, showing it to him.

He smiled, it was a mix of smirk and genuine smile as he stared at you and lean back a bit placing his hands on the mattress. "How do I look?" You asked in a low voice and he hummed.

"Not bad, next." He said in a bit of a playful voice you turn around just to make him stare in shock at your ass, it was poking out because of the shortness of the dress. And you knew you were affecting him. He gulped lightly and you closed the door behind you and wore the next one, the short blouse and shorts.

You walk out and adjust your hair a bit and his eyes sharpen, he was feeling aroused just by your belly which was in full display. The thought of just touching you was making him wild. To take your little body in his arms and feel the soft skin against his hands.

"Jungkook?" You asked as he was just staring, not saying anything. He looked up at you, "I did choose the right clothes for you didn't I?"

He chuckled lightly and checked out your body up and down again. "Next." He said in a bit deep and low voice as you felt a shiver run down your spine.

You turn around and he is just still staring at your body you close the door behind you again and change into the last dress he brought you, it has net cups for breasts and even the skirt area was so short as if you will just sit and spread your legs a bit, your pussy will be on display, you wear the dress and the cat ears which with it and walk out only to make him drop his jaw.

His breath caught in his throat and you were looking so cute and he hurriedly looked at your hands. He also brought the cat gloves but you were not wearing them, you adjusted the cat ears properly and he stood, you looked so small and cute in his eyes as he went forward and took your hand.

He dragged you inside the dressing room and checked the bags making your heart flustered by his touch and confused by his actions.

"What is it?" You asked and at the end, he found the cat hand gloves and made you wear them.

"You maybe forgot this earlier. Now I am outside, come out, walking like a little cat you are, baby girl." He said in a low voice and walked out of the room making you fluster even more, your cheeks were bright red as you walked out again.

It was as if his eyes were making hearts just like in cartoons as you walked and stood in front of him. A bit far from him though. He can feel his cock getting hard seeing your breasts translucently visible from the cat dress which he didn't notice before and your cat gloves and ears were so cute and sexy at the same time.

"Come here, my meow meow baby girl.." He said with a smirk as he pulled him hand forward and took your wrist pulling you closer to him, making you sit on his lap and smirk even wider seeing your blushing cheeks.

"Say meow." He said in a demanding voice and you looked at him shyly and made kitten hands and meowed.

"Meow."

"Oh! Cute.." he said as he nuzzled his face on your neck. His hands were sliding slowly over your tights making your heart skip a bit and his heart was beating like that too.

"How about we do it now? If you are ready?" He pulled away his hands and caressed your waist and his gaze was changing from your eyes and lips for the second time.

You looked away, feeling nervous and he chuckled lightly at your shyness. "I don't know, if you want to you can." You shrugged and he nodded slowly and held your chin.

"My little meow meow baby girl is going to fucked by his contracted boyfriend, isn't she?" He whispered against your ear and his hands slowly slid over the thin sleeves of the kitten outfit and he slid it off. Making it slide till your waist, exposing your pretty breasts to his animal eyes. He finds you cute and sexy at the same time, all he wanted is to eat you up and fuck you like an animal, like there is no tomorrow.

You gulped, your heart was beating like crazy and you could feel heat radiating between your legs as he cupped your breast with one hand and the other one was still holding your chin making you stare into his eyes as he just wanted to do all the things he wanted to do while you stare in his eyes "You are so pretty, I wish I could have you forever." He whispered as he pressed his lips on you making your eyes widen with his words.

His lips were moving hungrily yet gently on yours and pulled you even closer by your waist and pulled away after a while making you breathless and stared at you while you were breathing heavily, teasing your nipples between his middle and index finger making your breath hiss a bit and he took a deep breath.

"Tell me you are ready, I can't take it anymore. I want you to beg for more after what I will do to you.." He nuzzled his face onto your neck again, this time giving wet kisses and he caressed your tights gently, near your core but not touching it even with accident, waiting for a yes from you.

"I am," you said in a low voice making his eyes open in anticipation and before you knew it he had you bending over the bed for him, your left cheek pressing on pillows and he was holding your hip, making it curve out for him and he moved the skirt of your cat dress up above your ass and on your lower back.

Exposing your panties and he took it off and now you were exposed to his eyes and his finger entered your pussy and his thumb on your clit making you moaned.

"You are really beautiful, my little baby girl." He said in a low seductive voice making you moan lightly again he took off his pyjama and stroked his hard cock a few times before pressing it over your clit, teasing.

"Um... You know what? No matter what the shitty contract says, I will make you mine, and I definitely think my big bare cock would be a great start for this plan of mine." He caressed your ass as he was earning moans from you by teasing your clit with his cockhead.

Before you could say anything, he pushed inside you with a groan and made you gasp "My meow meow is so tight!" He said with gritted teeth, his voice was like he was waiting for this moment. He started thrusting as his fingers tighten on the soft skin of your ass.

"Jungkook, please we can't be together forever." You said with a low cracking voice as he started thrusting a bit faster.

"Please, my little meow meow, I need this, I need you. I need you as mine." He said as he closed his eyes and slammed his hips harder then before as he completed his sentence, and you let out a crying, pleasuring gasp. "Forever as mine!"

He continued moving fast as you were moaning and gasping with pleasure, his one hand holding your long hair, rolling it once around his knuckles but not painfully as he started thrusting faster making you gasp and whimper louder he was groaning with pleasure, hearing your moans and whimpers was making him lose control so much as he growled again. "Baby girl, now you will be my meow meow forever!"

He slammed against your ass, hitting your cervix deep, as he released, making you his forever now. He slowed down his thrusts deep inside you and moved deeper to be closer to you as much as possible as he was emptying himself inside you. His hands were shaky with his orgasm as he caressed your ass and was still buried deep inside you.

You both caught your breath and after that, he slowly lowered your ass and your lower belly was now pressing on the mattress as he lay on top of your back as his cock was still deep inside you.

"I promise to make you never cry even worse, not loving you. I will love you and care for you forever, baby girl. Please say yes, and if you will say no, I promise I will just end the contract right now, and if you get pregnant, you can abort the child." He said as he slowly pulled out of you and turned you around only earning a soft smile from you and a bit teary eyes by the intense lovemaking earlier.

"Fine, I will be yours forever.." you said and he wiped tears from your eyes. "Thank you, my little meow meow!" He said in a really happy and charming voice and he nuzzled his face on your neck again and inhaled your scent.

"How about a round two, meow meow? I swear if you say yes this time again, you will be cumming over my face,"

The nicknames he gave you, were making you fluster so much, 'Baby girl' is okay but 'meow meow' was so cute and sexy to hear at the same time.

He made you blush for the 100th time as he pulled you close to his chest while kissing your neck and you eventually said it. "Yes, why not." You said in a playfully and teasing voice and he smirked.

END

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[mylovejimimi]

SNEAK PEEK | A MINIMONI STORY PT 1

— PAIRING: boyfriend!jimin x fem!reader x friend!namjoon x ??? — GENRE: smut +18. minors dni — WARNINGS: smut, dirty dirty talk (jimin's a menace), vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), not as much fluids as the last one lol but still fluids, riding, accidental vouyerism, talks of kinks, mentions of gang bang, jimin calls reader mean names, jimin and reader are in fluffy love, SOME plot — SUMMARY: It's your sweet, loving boyfriend's turn to plan your weekly date, and his sweet, homey plan comes with an exciting surprise in the form of a friend that he totally forgot was crashing at his place. — WORDS: almost 5k This one is like the holy scripture compared to the tae and jk one lmaooo but don't forget there's gonna be a part 2!!!!! promise to make it worse &lt;3don't be shy and tell me what you think about my works! also i lied and say i would post it last night but my first draft didn't save <3 i love technology <3333 please remember you can send me a tip by buying me a ko-fi if you like this stories, it will meant the world to me and it will help me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Enjoy !

Whenever your schedules coincide, you and Jimin always made sure to have a date. Today was no exception.

Having an idol boyfriend, it was never an easy task to find time to spend together. And to have quality time, on top of that; a moment when he wasn’t too tired or overworked, or even anxious, and could engage in conversations or activities with you as his stress-free, lovely self. You always understood and supported him because that was his passion after all – though it never got any easier to watch him be away in tours or stay in the city but be unreachable, busy every second of the day. Also, you worked too, a less glamourous job of course, but a lot of times you had to give up your free time for some extra-hours or documents to finish at home.

Luckily for you, the boys just wrapped up the promos for their latest comeback, which meant they were relatively free for a couple weeks. It was Jimin’s idea to have a date every week, as long as he wasn’t required to work 24/7, to make up for past or future time apart.

So, it was a late Friday night and both of you lazed around in Jimin's apartment. You two loved going out and about the city, doing whatever activity you could think of, but since it was your boyfriend’s turn to plan the date – and he had been feeling like a homebody lately – he decided to have a chill night with you, the love of his life. You cooked, laughed, drank, danced around a little to his songs and now you were drinking again, sitting on the mat in between the sofa and the coffee table, chatting while soft music played in the background.

“It was an awful fit to be ever seen wearing! Whoever told you it looked good was lying” you laughed out loud at your boyfriend’s frown, before downing what was left of a bottle of soju, one of the many that you and Jimin already drank. You had the capacity to hold gallons of alcohol if you wanted; Jimin often joked that was what made him fell in love with you.

“It was you who told me I looked hot! I sent you a mirror pic and you replied with fire emojis” Jimin accused you with an offended pout, pushing you playfully and, in your tipsy state, making you fall fully on the ground. You giggled.

“I surely wasn’t in my best moment. Must had been one of those weeks of forced celibacy you make me go through when you release music, and thirst possessed me.” Jimin rolled his eyes with a little smile.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You get horny just like the rest of us, you’re not special.” You felt giddy and fuzzy inside because of both the alcohol and Jimin’s company. Goddamn, how you loved that man. Couldn’t help your big smile, heart in your eyes.

“Like the rest of you? You have no idea the depths and length of my horniness.” You started to draw random patterns on his thigh with your finger but kept staring adoringly into his eyes, always bold and teasing around him.  With a hint of a smirk, he arched an eyebrow at your words and actions.

“Oh my God, right now too? You’re a horndog!” Jimin laughed heartily, pushing you again. You laughed along joyously, feeling happier than you ever been. You were sure you would never love a person the way you loved Jimin.

“Can you blame me? My boyfriend is way too hot.” Despite the dying laughter, Jimin, always up for flirting, had a smug expression that could be only mean problems. Sitting side by side, you only needed to crane your necks a little to be inches away from each other’s face, which was so helpful to your playing. You smirked, whole body facing Jimin’s now and buzzing with alcohol and imprudent ideas. 

“Praising me for free? You’re totally too horny for your own good right now. But you’re right, I’m hot.” His smile got bigger and bigger the closer he got to you, stalking you slowly in the manner a predator about to attack his prey would. Soon enough, you could feel his breath caressing your lips: sweet with the fragrance of the flavored drinks, warm and intoxicating. Your eyes found his and in them you saw the glossy filter of alcohol mirroring yours, but the desire in his blown-out pupils was beyond comprehension.  Your boyfriend was a menace – for you more than for anybody else. “And my girlfriend is hot as hell as well.”

“I am.”

“And we’re both very drunk.” Your heart accelerated in a second, just feeling the heat that radiated from Jimin and his gaze on your lips. And you knew Jimin was no better, if the ragged breaths escaping his mouth was any giveaway. “And we’ve been apart from each other for so long already.”

Call it a signal from the universe or simply your guts instincts being one step ahead of you, but a ray of clarity downed upon you carrying a possibility that, while it turned you on a bit, wasn’t completely right. Before taking things further, you frowned slightly.

“Baby wait, we’re in the living room, what if Taehyung or Jungkook just drop by without notice? They know the code for the door.” Jimin just shrugged, giving no importance to the very real, very probable problem. You, on the other hand, were too aware of it, remembering all the times you were there and any of the boys – usually the maknaes – would just walk in. Your boyfriend did not back off though; he just tilted his head playfully.

“Why does it matter? Everybody had seen us before at some point, and, like, this is my home. Plus, we’ll hear the door if anybody comes in.” Finally, he moved just the littlest bit so his lips could move yours whenever he talked. Jimin stared intensely into your eyes, speaking in this sultry, seducing tone that was so unique to him. “It’s been so long, baby, and I need you so much right now. I can’t even think of anything but having you right this moment. We’d waited long enough, my love.” And he closed the distance with a fervent kiss. You were never strong enough to fight his kisses, much less when you wanted it as much as him.

It always amazed you just how synced up you and Jimin were; but, well, everybody said all the time how right you were for each other for a reason. He knew exactly how deep to kiss, how fast or how sweet, and, of course, how to touch all the magical parts of your body to make you go feral. And you knew all of him too – but the truth is that both of you shared a lot of likes in every aspect of life, including intimacy. So, you knew he liked as much tongue as possible and as desperately as one can make it. Also, he liked to be touched everywhere at all times, because his body tended to get so sensitive, so brittle to your hands when he was turned on. Jimin loved feeling adored, and you loved to adore him.

He settled his hands on your ass, pulling until you were straddling him. Not missing a single beat, Jimin moved his lips to your throat, making sure to bit and kiss the most sensible spots. You gasped and whined and said things that Jimin couldn’t hear well with all the blood rushing in his ears. Then, all of a sudden, you gripped his hair in a fist and tugged his head backwards, away from your neck, because you knew he loved to roughhouse too. Jimin could clearly see the arousal and drunkenness swimming in your eyes, and he knew he must look just the same, but it was okay because you had been together long enough to be very acquainted with the wildest part of each other. Now it was your turn to attack his neck, and Jimin couldn’t help but think how good you were at it, surely more skilled than him. He groaned and whined loudly as the kisses became sucking and light nibbling everywhere; it went from his neck to his jaw to his ear and all the way down again, always mindful to avoid leaving too noticeable marks on the flesh.

At some point, he began grinding his crotch into whatever part of your body it could grind into, becoming impatient and whiny, so you stopped and left his neck to grip his jaw and look into his eyes. Only then, both of you realized what a mess of red lipstick you were.

“Who’s domming?” You asked, panting. As an answer, Jimin whined more and pouted, making you giggle. “You pretty, spoiled pillow bitch. You will have to do all the dirty work on your own someday, you know.” And you got back to work.

Not much time passed between the teasing and the doing, both of you needing to satiate the constant thirst you had for the other. You two were so high on arousal and desperation, aided by the alcohol, that you skipped the step of taking the clothes off. Jimin lowered his sweatpants to his upper thigh to get his girthy cock and heavy balls out, and then lowered your camisole enough to get your breasts out too, because he was obsessed with them.

“Baby –” you breathed when you took a hold of his member and felt how hard he was. He thrusted mildly and unconsciously, groaning when you tightened your hold on him. The precum his tip was leaking started to cover your fingers once you started fisting him, and you couldn’t resist the temptation: you released his member to take your hand to your mouth and lick his fluids away, making a show of it all for your boyfriend, who groaned loudly.

Before taking your hand down again, you licked your palm, but this time, instead of his cock, you took both of the man’s balls, playing with and gripping them. Jimin threw his head back on the sofa, moaning in a high pitch and tightening his grip on your hips, surely imprinting his fingers on the skin. Once again, you took his cock and got up your knees before moving out of the way your skirt and underwear. You were so wet that your folds squelched when you separated them to descend on your boyfriend, impaling yourself on the meaty, delicious member of his. The stretch left you breathless for a moment, because Jimin was large enough to fill you up fully even if he wasn’t hard. To get you out of the discomfort, he captured your mouth in a sloppy kiss, guiding you to move slowly on him and taking the liberty of put his thumb on your clit. You moaned, and mere seconds later, you were bouncing on your own, increasing speed and clenching your insides sporadically. Your boyfriend, in return, pushed you back down when you bounced up until you both found the perfect rhythm.

You two were too immersed in your own world; too consumed by pleasure to hear the distinct sound of the door lock being unlocked and the footsteps that followed.

“You’re my bitch, got it? This ass is only mine to fuck,” Jimin exhaled close to your mouth, trying to keep his eyes focused on you moving face. You whimpered but nodded. “I will use you like the cockslut you are, whenever I want to and however I want to. And with whoever I want to.” He thrusted up with vigor, clearly liking the idea of sharing you. “Can you imagine it? To get fucked by me and then by any of my friends? Or all of them, because I know the greedy whore you are.” And he made you gasp out loud by biting your nipple and suctioning it. You panted open-mouthed now, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch how your boyfriend went from one nipple to the other, and then to insert his tongue shamelessly in your mouth.

You almost lost your mind at the way he licked filthily your wet insides, but the idea of being shared was pushing stronger. It was no secret to your boyfriend that one of your deepest fantasies was to be shared by several people, submitting to them, being at their mercy; and despite the natural jealousy that arose in Jimin at the beginning, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head for days. He thought about it so obsessively that he got desensitized to jealousy, and, at one moment, he found himself getting hard and needing to jerk off to the made-up image of you being used by multiple people. So, it became his fantasy too.

“You always wanted that, to get passed around like a pretty toy, cock after cock fucking this useless pussy.” Jimin chuckled with gritted teeth, getting more turn on by his own words. You whined loudly, just as loud as Jimin was talking – because he simply couldn’t regulate his voice while fucking –, which was pretty loud for anybody else in the room to hear. And there indeed was someone hearing and watching you from the entrance. Not like any of you realized though. “You know what else a filthy slut like you wants? To choke on cocks. To get your pretty face fucked rough. To have cum dripping from your mouth and still get your throat fucked over and over again. And I know you want to choke on my members’ cocks, don’t you? Get on your knees for the seven of us, suck dry the cocks of those friends that think you’re just my cute, little girlfriend; their pretty, dumb friend.” Jimin hissed with a particular tight squeeze, so close to release. He gripped your hair, tight, and pushed your face closer to his. “Who is the spoiled pillow bitch now?” And he kissed you, knowing both of you were mere moments away from the best orgasm of the year.

And then, a phone rang strepitously right there in the living room, some meters away from where you were. And you knew it was neither yours nor your boyfriend's.

Both you and Jimin jumped in your places, separating from each other's body once you saw a blushing and frantic Namjoon hurriedly looking for his phone in his pants. With one hand, Jimin hurried to help you fix your bra and top that were half off your body, while with the other hand, he tried to put himself inside his own pants as hastily. As if Namjoon hadn't been watching your passionate encounter for the last five minutes.

Your head? Empty, come back later. Your body? Burning with shame and, well... other things had arisen too.

“J-Joon” you started, still out of breath, but you had nothing else to say. You just stared at your friend, who arrived at the perfect time to see you being dommed.

By your peripherical vision, you saw your boyfriend getting red in the face, expression twisted into pure fury.

“Yah! You –“ And he stopped himself in his tracks, staying completely still for a second and then clearly his throat, his whole demeanor changing in an instant. It was completely weird for Jimin to stop himself from berating someone, being the most argumentative man ever as he was.

What the fuck is going on?

“S-sorry you had to watch us, Namjoon” he said calmly but still harsh. Overcoming quickly the initial surprise and change of behavior, Jimin showed his friend he definitely didn’t like the unconsented voyeurism.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was petrified in place, holding both of his friends’ stares. Mind completely blank, he couldn’t think of any excuse or justification, not even the very real reason he was there.

“It’s, uh, it’s okay. I didn’t see much.” He wanted to slap himself for saying that. It implied he had seen at least a little. “I just arrived, really didn’t see or hear anything. No big deal.” And then both you and Jimin saw it – the proof that Namjoon saw some and heard some and he even liked some. The bulging in the front of his sweats wasn’t that obvious but it definitively was there, where it wasn’t in everyday happenings. You both got visibly surprised, maybe a little aroused too, but said nothing. Instead, you two, in all your lipstick-messed glory, stared Namjoon in the eye with some sort of dignity.

“I would have appreciated it if you hadn’t seen anything or said something or go somewhere else.” Jimin was always borderline aggressive when he thought something was inappropriate; and, though you didn’t always agree with this approach, you stood by him on this one because he was right.

“But I told you we shouldn’t do this here in the open,” you whispered, a little ashamed. Namjoon blinked, speechless.

“I-I…” He swallowed and inhaled deeply. “You’re right, I’m sorry I watched you and I’m sorry I interrupted too.” He said all of that sporting the brightest color of red ever seen in someone’s face. “I forgot both of you would be here and that you both do these things. I should have called before coming, sorry.” Jimin was totally satisfied with that reaction but you were not. You felt bad that Namjoon was putting all the blame on himself when you had a feeling something like this could happen and did nothing.

“It’s okay, Joon. Just… don’t watch us without asking ever again.” Though it did feel a little hot. Being caught was one of the many fantasies you and Jimin shared, and you knew that Jimin felt as aroused and excited as you. But he was sterner than you and so, he was the one that put the ruthless mask on and delimited the boundaries to all the people outside your relationship.

“Ask you?” Namjoon asked in utter disbelief, like he was hearing the craziest nonsense ever. He could ask? He could watch? You and Jimin looked at each other. Of course he could watch. Any of them could watch, if they wanted. You both discussed it a million times; if any of Bangtan, six of them being single and unlucky, approached the couple seriously, they had no reason to tell them no. You trusted them a lot, and it wouldn’t necessarily ruin the friendship; not if they didn’t make it weird.

“Well, if you want to do something that involves other people, you usually ask if they’re OK with it.” And yet Namjoon couldn’t believe what his group member was saying. He felt weird. So weird that his nervous system was firing all alarms. His heart started beating faster than when he came home to the image of two of his friends doing each other. He felt so overwhelmed suddenly.

“Okay,” he said, before spinning on his heels and almost running to Jimin’s spare room. You were confused. Why did Namjoon go to that room instead of getting out of the house?

“This damn dumb bitch interrupted us in the best moment.,” Jimin grumbled, upset.

“Babe, why is Namjoon here?” you inquired harshly, crossing your arms. Jimin pursed his lips and looked at you with his big, puppy eyes. You didn’t buy it. “Jimin, were you the one that made Namjoon come tonight?” Your boyfriend sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, baby, but – Wait, wait! I didn’t ask him to come! I just let him come!” he explained in a rush when he saw you open your mouth to yell at him. “There’s a problem with the water system at his building and I told him he could crash here for a couple nights. He is out all the time so I totally forgot he was sleeping here this week.” You scoffed.

“You’re dumb, did you know that?” Jimin just giggled at your response. It was an accident, so there was nothing to get angry at. You grinned at him, playing with his fingers. “Can we finish what we started now?” But he grimaced at that.

“I don’t know how to feel about fucking you after what happened. I mean, is one thing to fantasize about it and other completely different to experience it without consent.” Jimin didn’t look convinced. You appreciated so much how tactful he was about the situation.

“You’re right, baby, maybe let the shock pass first.” You squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile. “But would you, at least, let me help you? As a reward for being a good friend.” He smirked, and passed his arms around your waist to hug you to his body.

“How could I say no to a reward?” …

And just as fast as you agreed, you were on Jimin’s bed. Currently, your boyfriend was laying on his back, sweats on his mid thighs, with you kneeling by his side and pumping him with all your heart. And yet, he was fixated on the ceiling, barely reacting to the stimulation.

“Man, why the fuck are you just laying there? I’m giving you a hand job right now,” you huffed, frustrated with the indifference your boyfriend showed toward your efforts. “If you want a blow, you just have to ask, you know.” You stopped all movements and Jimin finally focused on you, coming back from being lost in his head.

“Sorry, babe, you’re amazing as always. I just can’t stop thinking about what happened.” He sat up, now being face to face to look you closely.

“Well, same. It was awkward but also kinda hot.” Jimin nodded a little absent-minded.

“He seemed surprised that you said he should ask.”

“It’s not every day that two of your friends indirectly invite you to watch them have sex, though.” At that, Jimin arched an eyebrow, playful all of a sudden.

“So you were inviting him, huh?” You blushed.

“I mean, yeah. Wasn’t that what we wanted? Did I read your eyes wrong?” Jimin, once more, got closer to your face like a menace, until you were millimeters from touching.

“So, you really plan on having him watch while you’re getting fucked mercilessly, in every way, in full dom/sub display? I bet you would like to get dicked down by him too.” He smiled and you felt your heart racing. What was your boyfriend implying?

“Uh, I don’t know? I mean, sounds… Yeah.” You really tried to form a rational sentence, though it was difficult with all your thoughts all over the place. As an avid over-thinker, you needed three to five business days to sit down and dissect the whole situation from beginning to end to sort out your opinions. “And what about you? Would you be fine by that? Would you also like to get some of his dick?”

“Nah, love. I don’t think it flows like that between us. Would be super embarrassing to bounce on his lap and go to a company briefing with him the next morning.” And he smirked deviously at you. “But it wouldn’t be weird watching him thoroughly giving it to you. Or should I say, hammering it into you.” He extended his arm and fondly caressed the side of your face. “Mmh, I think the shock had already passed because I just unlocked a new fantasy. Baby, I really, really need to see you being fucked into dumbness by him” he expressed with a pout, like begging you to give it to him. “I can attest he has a horse dick too.”

“Jimin!”

“And I think it will help me to shut up that annoying ego of yours for once; you’d been domming for too long and need humbling” he added to tease you. You frowned at the teasing; frowned even deeper at the weird list of cons of fucking Namjoon that your boyfriend just gave you.

"You’re getting a little too brave for a man with his dick in his vengeful girlfriend’s hand,” you told him lowly, narrowing your eyes and gripping said dick harder. Jimin took a sharp breath but smiled anyways.

“That’s it, babe, that’s how I like it. Just tug a couple times more while I imagine Namjoon folding you into two and fucking you to tears.” You scoffed and pinched Jimin’s nipple, way too hard to be pleasurable.

“Ow! But I’m being honest!” Jimin complained with a laugh.

“If you want me to blow you, stay fucking quiet, whore” you warned Jimin, getting comfortable on your knees. Your boyfriend helped you by taking your long hair in a makeshift ponytail in one hand. And you did exactly what you said.

As always, Jimin was loud and, at times, rough. Whenever you bobbed up, he only let a second pass before push your head down on his cock again. He lived for hearing you gagging and choking on him. And, as expected, he loved it messy and with a lot of saliva involved.

“Holy fuck, this mouth is amazing, baby, just like your pussy. Dirty little bitch, where did you learn to deepthroat this good? Is because you used your whore mouth on many cocks? I bet that’s why.” With each word, Jimin thrusted his hips against your mouth rougher. He was very aware of your limits and knew that his words and movements were making you drip. “Those late nights waiting for me in the company? I bet you spend them being used by the guys. Whose cocks do you slobber, you fucking cumdump? Yoongi hyung’s? Hobi hyungs’s?”

Your eyes welled up just as your pussy creamed the skimpy panties you wore for Jimin. Though you had a pretty dominant and defiant personality, you became fully submissive from time to time to humor boyfriend. Like in that moment, when you let him control your head by taking fistfuls of your hair to make you gobble his cock however he wanted. His balls hit your chin each time he snapped his hips up, and, since all that movement made it very difficult for you to keep your saliva in your mouth, most of it ended up falling towards Jimin’s body, dampening his testicles and inner thighs.

“Ah, I know -shit- you act all innocent but you let Namjoon use your mouth every night, like the disgusting slutty toy you are.” He was really close; you could tell by the precum that his cock leaked on your tongue and how his member throbbed. You looked up at him and catched him devouring you with his eyes, plump lower lip tucked between his teeth (and you couldn’t help internally melting at his cute crooked front tooth). On the other side of the blowjob, Jimin felt his abs flexing uncontrollably while he fixed all his attention on you, the most perfect being that ever existed. You were a sight for his sore eyes, with that fucked up face he loved – the only thing that could make him come in seconds. “Oh fuck, I won’t stop thinking about his come dripping from your mouth. Shit, shit, shit—”

Despite having your mouth way too full and roughed, you moaned to assist your boyfriend in cumming. The thrusts became erratic and a loud, long moan left Jimin’s lips when he threw his head back to finally let go, coating your mouth and throat. He pushed your face against his crotch and held you there tightly until he stopped coming. In a couple seconds more, his breathing was steadier and he could let go of your poor head.

You lifted yourself slowly and breathed deeply, composing yourself despite being a mess of tears, saliva and cum. Wiping some off with the back of your hand, you looked pointedly at Jimin, who just raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

“You’re getting a little too insistent with this me and Namjoon thing. Are you really that fucked up? That you would enjoy the emotional torture of seeing me with someone else? Do you have a kink about being cheated on?” Even with a rough voice, Jimin understood what you said instantly, and his response was a roll of eyes and a snort.

“Don’t be an idiot, I just find it hot, ok? I DO NOT want you to leave me for him.”

“So hot that you had to talk about it so detailly to cum?” You helped to get his pants back on their place before fishing one shirt you found nearby to clean your face. Jimin admired you for a moment, hands behind his head.

“Yes.” He smiles brightly. “And I’m serious when I say I need to see you get fucked by him. It’s, like, vital for me right now.” It was your turn to snort. “Maybe all of us could benefit from his stay here.” Eyes drooping, you rested your body on his, using his chest as your pillow. Too many things happened in the span of an hour and just now all the alcohol intake had its effect of making you sleepy. Whatever other things Jimin said, you missed them after giving your veredict:

“Maybe.”

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Alexithymia. | JJK +18 [3 of 3]

Pairing: Demon!Jungkook x Reader

Rating: Mature +18

Genre: Angst, Smut, SoulmatesAU

Word count: 17.4k

Description: Jungkook always had a pull to you. An unexplainable connection that brings him to your side daily, like a permanent routine.  Is it a hobby? An obsession? Or was the centuries old prince just bored? No… boredom doesn’t make his heart race. It’s not supposed to make him lose his own self control, or fill him with blinding rage, and it certainly isn’t supposed to have him hallucinating the strangest things until it drives him back home for answers. Maybe he just cares too much for you and he thought that it’d be better to wait than to give in, but the longer the prince of darkness spends his time away, the more he realizes he has absolutely no Idea what emotions have been festering since the very beginning. What if he could just turn them off?

Warnings: This part is pure smut and basically a continuation of part 2, if you’re expecting fluff? umm. Cursing, explicit language, Unprotected sex (don’t be like these idiots), Dom! (not really) JK, face riding, fingering, oral female receiving, overstimulation, penetration. 

Song Inspo: Pretty- The Weeknd, Waves- Normani, Softcore- The Neighbourhood, Middle Of The Night- Elley Duhe

Author’s note:  This is a mini series of three parts due to the high word count lol Also In no way am I an expert on demons, all of this is from the top of my head or made up honestly. It’s more of an angsty self-indulgent plot to write demon JK for (several months) so please enjoy and if you want leave your thoughts on it as well! :)

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III. Emotional Ties

“Woah, okay…” You breathe out within the thickening atmosphere.

 You don’t move when Jungkook suddenly pulls you back towards him, noticing an odd shift in his gaze as he tightens his hand around your neck for just a moment. You’re still coming to terms with your current predicament.

 He kissed you…and you definitely kissed him back.

 Now your friend had the look of a predator and as much as it sends shocks of fear into your soul, you were too turned on to acknowledge it. He then grins, what seemed to be such a sweet smile, now turning into one so wolfish and Jungkook only focuses on your lips before his tongue shoots out to run along them again and  gives another peck.

 “Wow…what was that?”  You breathe, collecting yourself and sucking in your bottom lip to ease the tingles he’d just created.

 Jungkook lets out a husky scoff. “Hopefully, something I don’t regret.”

 You take note of how deeply low his voice had gotten, eyes dancing with a wild look as if he was using them to peel your clothes off vividly. It was enough to make you completely weak, the only thoughts going through your mind, on how you could have him in your bed. 

 Anything you wanted to know has melted down to a one thought process. The only part hidden towards the back seems to be how convenient it is that the very night you realized how you felt about him- Jungkook had taken your relationship a step further only very few hours later.

 Where did this come from? Is there something that you’re missing? “We- You kissed me…”

 “I know.” He replies carefully. “You kissed me back,  Angel”

 You pause attempting to catch up “ I did, I wasn’t thinking- um…we were supposed to talk right?” He listens to you, but with your hands fisting his shirt and your eyes continuously jumping back towards his lips- you might as well throw him over the cliff yourself.

 Jungkook scoffs.

 “Y/n, my hand is around your neck—” He deadpans, arms bringing you even closer and he stifles a groan as your warmth touches the growing arousal in his pants. “—I think enough has been said by now.”

 “Right…” You exhale helplessly, Jungkook moving in again to kiss you and pecking his lips to the corner of your mouth and on your jawline, down further on your neck. You moan, tilting your head back for more when Jungkook places wet kisses on the supple skin, licking and sucking hungrily against you. 

 He eases up to your ear, his voice vibrating within and causing goosebumps all over you. “…I want you so bad it's killing me. Please tell me I'm not imagining this.”

 “Kook, I’m still not sure what this is… ” You could sense Jungkook’s fingers digging into your thigh, your heart ready to fall out of your chest as his confession swirls around in your head. 

 Should you confess as well? You think to yourself, still a little apprehensive about the entire situation. Were you both moving too fast? Was Jungkook playing a trick on you? No, he usually wasn’t the type to pull this kind of prank, especially to not take it this far. Still, you weren’t sure it would be safe enough to let your guard down. 

 But…you have to admit all of this feels so good and you really want him too.

 The man suddenly sends you a look, one you can’t decipher at the moment. “Angel, you seem to always forget who I am. You know what this is… So stop lying to me and yourself.”

 What is this overwhelming feeling taking over you? At what point did the switch flip inside your friend?

 Jungkook grins. "I can see everything you’re feeling, even when you’re trying not to think about it. That includes you wanting me to fuck you right now.”

  “Jungkook…don’t.” You whine, completely embarrassed and you’re frowning because you always tell him not to look in your head, yet somehow knowing he saw everything you’ve been imagining of him has your arousal completely surpassing his and nothing but pure lust fills you up. 

 You pout. “I can’t hide myself from you, you aren’t supposed to see that.” 

 He moves again, slowly and subtly rocking his hard on into you and you’re gasping under your breath as a surprising shock of pleasure reaches your senses.  His other hand tightens around your throat a little and he’s lowering his face to your ear again, placing a soft kiss right below it. 

 Somehow, you can tell there's a lot of pent up aggression behind these actions.

 “Angel, You don’t have to hide from me. For one, it was never possible.” He whispers, sending chills over your body. “I like it when you think about those things. Imagine how many times I’ve had to stop myself from wanting to fuck you senseless because you can’t keep those filthy thoughts to yourself. You literally drive me crazy every second.” 

 “You…shouldn’t say things like that so suddenly. When did you become so shameless?” You breathe with a slight hint of guilt, knowing there may have been a few times you’ve wondered about him. Though as much as you want this, nothing ever made you think you would be able to reach this point with him and you had begun to wonder if maybe you really were still dreaming-selfishly rocking your hips on the counter as your core begins to throb with attention. 

 This is escalating so quickly.

 Jungkook smirks to himself, black eyes endless and sucking you in when your thoughts say the complete opposite. He places another kiss below your ear, unable to keep to himself now and he knows you want him to kiss your neck again, craning further. He can feel your grip tightening and the way your hips move in closer to him.

  “You don’t want to hear about me fucking you? Would you like it if I talk about how many times I’ve thought of tasting you? How I would do anything to have you screaming my name and cumming on my tongue while you ride my face.” He suggests mouth watering as he gets himself going. “Fuck that would be so hot, you always thought about my face between your legs whenever you’d play with my hair…or maybe that was just me.” He breathes huskily.

  At this point, Jungkook is pretty sure he’s lost all will to suppress himself,  knowing how much you would did in-fact want that. He’s seen the images in your mind one too many times to doubt it. The only problem is, you haven’t truly confirmed if you’re okay with anything at this moment and he wonders for a second if maybe he’d gone too fast for you. The man would never do anything you didn’t want him to and he quickly catches himself before  leaning back. 

 “Unless—I mean, we can stop.” The hand on your thigh eases up and stops excruciatingly close to your throbbing core. It was the only thing you could focus on in that moment, rubbing yourself against the hard surface again.

 “Tell me now, Angel. It’s not just me is it?”  He bites his tongue hard, pressing his head against yours as he holds on to the last shred of patience he has left. 

 The bond, it’s definitely crushing any resistance he’s had until now. If you don’t want this Jungkook will have to leave once and for all. He won’t be able to live around you like this anymore. Quite literally since one of you would have to die…

 He’s offering you the one thing you want most right now and yet you couldn’t find yourself to say anything. Your body was on fire and you only wanted to be consumed within Jungkook, causing you to whimper as you gently grabbed for the hand that was resting on your thigh. He watches intently, sucking a breath of air when you lead it lower and press it on the soaked cloth of your panties, finding it incredibly hard to voice how much you wanted the prince to touch you.

 Your tone is heavy with lust. “I want you. All of you. Please.” 

Jungkook’s fingers twitch against you as he processes that info. Your core was beginning to throb heartbeats onto the digits, a specific detail that finally made his morals snap. Without saying much else, he presses them into your clothed  slit, gliding them down and back up just to watch your mouth pop open with a gasp. 

 Jungkook closes his eyes, a suppressed growl vibrating in his chest as something crawls forward inside of him. He leans towards you to press your heads together, closing his eyes to gain some kind of patience and you find yourself exhaling the breath you were holding when you do the same. 

 “Fuck, Angel, you really are crazy.” He then suddenly whispers with a new vengeance, continuously rubbing his hand into you for the beautiful friction of pleasure.

 “Only a little…” You exhale and try hard to stifle the moan wanting to escape, but there's no time when he’s suddenly ripping the both of you out of your tender moment.

 Jungkook abruptly yanks you from your position, both hands grabbing onto your hips to pull you off of the counter. Your feet have yet to touch the floor, but Jungkook still holds onto you firmly without breaking a drop of sweat. He leans down, landing his lips onto your mouth passionately and roughly. You don’t realize how fast he managed to steal your breath with this kiss, quickly lowering you completely to the ground when he feels he’s had enough and sucking on your bottom lip until it releases with a pop.

 Within the next motion, he squeezes one side of your waist, deciding to twist your body towards another angle opposite of him. He faces your front towards the kitchen sink, pushing his hips to your ass as a whimper leaves your mouth with uncertainty.

 What is he up to?

 Somehow you could manage to see a faint reflection of both of you within the kitchen’s window. Your heart hammers violently when one hand presses on the back of your thigh, caressing up in a sensual manner with a vicious tone set in it. On some end, you were feeling as if his actions were not being fueled by his feelings. This felt more feral than anything, driven solely by instinct and a lot less tender than you imagined with him.

 Not that you’re complaining…

 As his finger tips carefully graze your sensitive skin, his other hand moves toward the back of your neck, stepping so close that his breath sends shivers rolling down your spine. 

 “What are you doing?” You try, biting your lip when his hand finally reaches further up under your huge shirt and onto the curve of your ass. His cold fingers slide to grope and squeeze it before finding the band of your panties and you can see his eyes fully trained on the area, with a dark, thoughtful expression.

 He then tilts his head curiously “I know I’ve said this, but have you ever ridden someone’s face before?” 

 Your jaw drops open, heart temporarily breaking down with such a crude question. Not that you didn’t like his effect on you, it will take some time getting used to hearing him like this. You do remember him vocalizing his fantasies not long ago, but the bigger problem at hand seemed to be how innocent he assumed you were and honestly you didn’t think he would know about something like that.

 You clear your throat trying to think when you look at him in the almost non-existent reflection. “People have been down there a couple of times…”  You then answer honestly with a shrug. 

 However, you bet it was nothing compared to what Jungkook could possibly do…

 Jungkook’s intense stare suddenly snaps up towards your gaze within the reflection. Peaks of sunshine begin to blind you as it comes into view from the morning sky. You almost want to look away, however his hand and his gaze manage to keep you pinned in place. 

 He then gives a cocky grin, his fingers slipping with the thin fabric as he slides your underwear down your hips and watches as they land helplessly onto the floor. “I didn’t ask that, Angel.  I want to know who else let this beautiful ass ride their tongue?” 

 You swallow hard. “Can’t you read my thoughts? You have no problem invading them anyway.”

 He chuckles huskily, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and you're not sure what he could possibly find so humorous in that, but knowing your friend, you most likely wouldn’t want to ask.

 “So I’m guessing you haven’t...” He concludes on his own and Jungkook can’t ignore the strong sense of sweetness you were pushing up his nose. 

 Fuck he can’t wait to taste you.

 The prince never once thought you were a virgin. You were beautiful, even when he first saw you, Jungkook always knew that. You’re funny, smart, and sweet enough to somehow convince him into watching lame movies with you (Although he’s pretty sure, most of this influence is from the bond.). He couldn’t imagine seeing how many guys you’ve probably brought to their knees in your past. Then again, if he did, he’s pretty sure it’d piss him off to no end and there's already enough evidence of how he reacts when it involves anyone you might have been into. 

 He may not feel it now, but Jungkook is sure he’ll regret it once he’s back to himself.

 Your stomach is turning with anticipation, watching as a serious look flashes behind Jungkook’s eyes and another surge of heat clouds your head before he’s tightening his grip on your neck. You gasp and when your eyes connect again. Jungkook looks all but determined when he pushes your torso forward and says “You’ve probably never come from it either if you’re constantly thinking about me fucking you with my tongue. I bet you want to know how good I am, right?” 

 You frown thoughtfully and you’d hate to give into Jungkook’s cocky assumption. “Probably just as good as anyone, Kook.” You reply in a teasing manner, but Judging by the look he gives you in return, Jungkook didn’t find it to be amusing.

 You yelp from the sudden sting on your ass cheek, whimpering when Jungkook’s palm suddenly rained down and smacks your ass in response to your teasing. “Oh Angel, as I said before, you always seem to forget who I am and I’m definitely not just anyone.” 

 The residue of pain lingers and you find yourself shameful to relish in it.

 Jungkook, abruptly lets go of your neck when you’re still stuck pondering over his words, curious as to where he could be leading with it. He sounds too arrogant for your liking, an all knowing tone bouncing in your ears when his chest hits your back and both of his inked hands wrap firmly around your wrists- indefinitely locking them there as if you had any choice to move. Before you know it, he has you bent over the sink so far that you have no choice but to have your hands find purchase on either side of it. He then kicks at the inside of your ankles shamelessly spreading you further apart in front of him. Meanwhile you’ve never been more grateful for the material covering your bottom half, a twinge of embarrassment rolling in your gut from a lewd position.

 “Do me a favor and keep your hands here for me okay?” He instructs more than requests, but your mind is still thinking about how hard his chest feels against your back, creating an unbearable amount of heat and lust within your abdomen. In your mind you could only imagine him fucking you like this, biting and tugging your hair as he pounds you effortlessly. 

 …where did that come from? Your thoughts are definitely getting worse.

 Once he lets go, you’re frowning with a silent alarm going off in the back of your head. When he lifts off of you, you could no longer feel Jungkook’s body- suddenly leaving you incredibly cold and alone. Your chest is still hammering, and you were very much aware of the warm arousal beginning to trickle down your inner thigh, instantly your reaction is to pull your shirt down.

 But you shouldn’t move your hands.

 You didn’t notice yet, but Jungkook had moved himself lower, silently awestruck, as he kneels with a full view of your glistening core in front of him. 

 Fuck, he thinks ignoring the instant twitch in his pants. Jungkook then presses his hands to your thighs again, rubbing soothingly as a way to ease your sudden panic. He could hear the way your heart was beating crazy out of your chest and he grins, moving to lift your shirt higher—exposing you completely to him. 

 There's a reason why you were unsettled by Jungkook’s arrogance and that was because he seemed too sure in his intentions when it came to whatever he was planning to do to you. The feeling in your gut tells you that it would be best not to let him continue in the kitchen.

 “Maybe we should go to my room?” You chew on the inside of your cheek, fighting the heat in your face, as the entire situation starts to become very clear. 

 “We will.” He clips, clearly too distracted. 

 You could feel his breath fanning over your core and you’re already clenching at the simple thought of what he plans to do. On top of that, standing directly in the middle of your kitchen, as he opens your deepest parts for anyone to see. Honestly you don’t think you’ve ever been so nervous before, but for some reason the thought of Jungkook burying that gorgeous face between your legs, was giving you enough motivation to rock your hips gently with impatience. 

 Though you probably shouldn’t have teased him right before this…

 “—Y/n.” He suddenly calls, inhaling the sweet almond that was making him delirious by the second. 

 “Yes?” You then breathe nervously, trying to bring yourself back from wherever you've gone. For some reason, it’s extremely hard to stay focused around him.

 His hands move once again to fondle at your cheeks, eyes lighting up when he imagines how many marks  he could leave on your supple skin. You could hear the lust thick within Jungkook’s voice and your stomach drops from how turned on that made you. If only you could see him at this moment, you would rather be faced around and watching him as he plans to devour you. 

 He pauses, a distant looking gathering in his eyes as his fingers move to spread your pussy for him. He then places a gentle kiss right beside it, the searing cold of his lip ring reminding you of its presence. You hold your breath, his own deepening with an obvious hunger for something he’s wanted for so long. However, maybe it's just his pride, but he didn’t know how to feel about you already believing he wouldn’t be able to make you cum with just his tongue. It’s not rocket science for Jungkook to see that clearly whoever you’ve been with before didn’t know the right places in order to please someone.

 Teasing or not, he’ll make sure the only memory you have left of this would be from him.

 “How many times do you think you’ll come like this?”  He says, moving to blow a cool breath over your spread lips. He eyes your clit, moving forward to flick his tongue quickly against it. 

 “Kook…why-” Immediately your knees buckle and you squeak out a moan. 

 Shocked, you’re already thrown off by such an immediate reaction. Suddenly there's a much rougher smack to your ass, spiking a pleasurable pain up your spine and then another that has your pussy clenching in response. 

 “That doesn’t sound like a number, Angel.” Jungkook then hums in a petty manner, you could almost hear the glare he gives in his voice. “Answer me, now.”

 “Please, I- Jungkook.” Those words leave your lips too fast for you to process as your inner legs shake. 

 “If you can beg Angel, you can answer me.” He doesn’t stop there, finding your response satisfying enough to flick his tongue again and then taking a long drag up your slit as his hands grip your ass tighter.

  Jungkook Immediately hums with an instant addiction. You were sweet enough for him, making him want more and he licks again, sucking roughly after to taste again. You lurch forward, the foreign pleasure of Jungkook’s textured muscle slowly swiping up and down your pussy has an endless set of moans falling from your lips. Truthfully, if he was this good with minimum effort, you were even more anxious to feel him at his full capacity.

 Preferably not when you were about to collapse on your kitchen floor.

 “I…I don’t kno-w” Your body jolts and your hips dip, causing Jungkook to spread you wider for him- he swirls his tongue all over- sucking on any sensitive nerve he could capture as he licks up your sweet arousal around and even up the trail of your inner thigh.

 You try hard to keep a steady stance, hands gripping onto the sink for dear life as you begged over and over- whimpering his name. Your stomach coils and the pressure rises higher and higher. It feels as if he’s dragging the entire process out, slowly dipping his tongue in and out of your walls and humming with appreciation as you clench unknowingly around his tongue. 

 But then- when the pressure was suddenly becoming too much, Jungkook stops, licking his lips and he pulls back right before what would have been a very quick orgasm. “That’s too bad, Y/n. I’ll assume you don’t want it then.”

 What? 

 You whimper pitifully to yourself, torso hunched over the metal sink and Jungkook smirks to himself, satisfied enough to stand behind you at his full height. You on the other hand, couldn't help yourself, but to exhale a frustrated breath and you’re hesitating as to whether or not to face him just yet. 

 He knew…Was he going to do that from the very beginning?

 Jungkook, rolls his eyes while watching you shamefully hide yourself in the sink. He then unbuttons more of his shirt, biting on his own lip as he licks around his glistening mouth still evident with your arousal. If there was one thing you two had in common, you both had a lot of pride. 

 “Look at me.” 

 He says this, but it's more of a command. The Domineering tone in his voice leaves no room for rejection and you find your back straightening instantly from it. The coldness to it, reminds you of his aggressive actions. A complete opposite of the Jungkook you were used to seeing everyday. Oddly it makes you much more aware of his terrifying duality and that it quickly may become your undoing.

 He then proceeds when you don’t move, walking up closer to you to grab you gently by your waist and turning you back around to him. You want to panic, the throbbing still aching miserably in your core—but you were still lost as to why you felt you couldn’t look him in his eyes…

 “What's wrong Angel? Are you upset I didn’t make you come?” He asks almost in a mocking tone. If you assumed he wouldn’t be able to, maybe he could just prove you wrong, but that didn’t mean he would make it easy…after all it’s fun to mess with you. 

 Slowly you bite the inside of your cheek and glance up to the lust driven man holding you. A gasp leaves your lips again, staring at how affected he clearly was just from that one act and it was a relief to know you were having a similar effect on him.  Jungkook’s eyes are completely dilated, lips evident with an undeniable wetness and he‘s looking at you with an intense fierceness driving behind those black orbs. Not to mention how hard he is, pressed up against you right now.

 Why is he putting you both through this torture?

  “ You didn’t or you couldn’t?” You frown, not wanting to admit how close you actually were before he stopped completely.

 He pauses before he tilts his head. “What was that?”

 You bite your tongue, tugging at the bottom of your shirt. “I…want more.”

  Something jolts in Jungkook from that. He scoffs, smirking internally when he knows exactly what you want to ask. He could just help you out, taking you out of your misery by leading you both towards your bedroom- but what would be the fun in that?

 “More what, Angel?” He probes, squeezing you closer towards his body and running his hands along your ass again. You could hear the amusement in Jungkook’s voice, a rush of shame from what you were envisioning in your mind and you knew he could tell exactly what you were thinking. Though you were finding it incredibly hard not to stare at his mouth…

 “Go ahead…ask me. I’ll do the impossible.” He tries to encourage you, unaware of the desperate tone within his speech. You both were really ruining each other. 

 “Ask what exactly?” You question innocently and then try to direct your eyes elsewhere, which seemed to be worse because then you were met with the torturous view of his open chest, pressed flushed against yours. It gave you an even better view of the dark inky symbols and swirls marking further along his body and all you wanted to do was run your hands all over. This is harder than you thought.

 Jungkook’s arm then moves from your waist and he lifts towards your face. His finger hooks under your chin and before you know it, he’s raising your gaze back to him, a much more serious look being trained on you when he speaks.

 It leaves you breathless.

  “Whatever you want from me.” He whispers honestly and then moves in closer to your ear, licking right under. “—but you can also stop being a coy little brat and just ask me to sit on my face.”

 For some reason, hearing exactly what you wanted draws a gasp from your mouth and you’re clenching your thighs together in response. Your hands move to grip tight onto Jungkook’s shirt, shutting your eyes as you think carefully about what you wanted to say next. 

 You want it really bad.

 “That sounds nice, but I'd rather have you inside me right now kook.” He hears your small voice come in after a while and Jungkook tries hard to ignore how sexy you sound asking him that. He groans, suddenly letting his head fall on your shoulder as he pulls himself together. He could feel the veins around his eyes deepening- 

 “Fuck, Y/n you sound way too hot asking me that. I shouldn’t be this turned on.” He mutters more to himself, but you definitely believe him- not doubting the unmissable bulge poking you on your hip. “Say it again.”

 “What?” You frown, not having to expect this reaction… this seemed more like Jungkook you knew.

 He lifts his head from your shoulder and your breath catches from the shocking sight of his darkening eyes and veins. “Do it. Tell me what you want one more time.” 

 You bite your bottom lip, one of your hands releasing its hold on his shirt to lift your fingers towards his own . You’re doing well for someone who’s more nervous than anything at this moment, tracing a single digit over the silver piece pierced through his mouth. “I really want you to fuck me, Jungkook.” 

 “...Shit.” He curses and you’re inhaling deeply when he doesn’t hesitate to step forward in your direction. 

 There's a sudden tingle over your skin, goosebumps raising the hairs over your body. Your eyes then glance towards the kitchen exit and immediately it finally dawns on you, exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into. Except, you couldn’t understand why Jungkook was walking the both of you in the opposite direction?

 Actually…How are you taking so many steps when you were just pressed up against the kitchen counter?

 Your eyes are suddenly widening. “Jungkook! Wait—”

 Your stomach instantly drops from the next action. Before you could finish that thought. Jungkook’s hold on you becomes angled and you’re abruptly feeling your body get picked up then pushed back into the air within the fastest blur. With a sudden panic rushing through your veins, your eyes squeeze shut and you were expecting to be tossed back completely onto some kind of hard surface of your sink. A rush filling your body with fear that has you pulling yourself closer to the man holding you.

 Jungkook hears you yelp suddenly, biting back a laugh when your grip on him tightens and he’s walking forward with you in his arms. He can hear your heart beating from the sudden adrenaline and he places a sweet kiss to your temple before he’s bending forward to settle you on your back. 

 Meanwhile, you’re confused when you’re suddenly feeling the soft mattress of your bed completely engulf you and you can’t help but to peek up from your position.

  When you open one eye, you’re met with a smug Jungkook, whose pierced brow is raised in question to your strange reaction and definitely waiting for you to calm down. To say you weren’t embarrassed would be a complete and total lie.

 Honestly, what did you think he was going to do to you? A question not only you were thinking, but Jungkook himself.

 You then flick your gaze elsewhere, looking to the side only to be met with what looks like the furniture found in your room. The still plants, tidy vanity and overall minimal effect of your master room reflecting back at you once you realize he’d taken you there. 

 Although it's nowhere near the first time he’s ever done it, for some reason you could never seem to get used to such an unceremonious move. One second standing idle within your kitchen and yet all he had to do was push you and your back was landing perfectly in the middle of your rumpled sheets from where you’d been sleeping earlier. 

 Lucky demon teleportation… 

 “Y/n?” He suddenly calls your name and you’re glancing in his eyes, when he motions down to the fabric you were definitely stretching. You then realize you'd been so distracted by the abrupt change that you were still clutching onto him for dear life. 

 “We’ll be here all night if you keep holding me like this.” Jungkook scoffs while staring you down. Then again, with his hands firmly planted on you and feeling your body directly under his, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by the position. It's almost enough to make him want to rip that shirt off of you and fuck you just like this.

 But there's one thing he still wants to do first…

 All of a sudden Jungkook’s face turns into a mischievous smile, the one where you knew he was thinking of some way to mess with you. However, this smile was darker than usual and might have been a little more terrifying in a normal situation if he wasn’t currently laying between your legs right now. 

 “Kook- whatever you’re thinking…don’t.” You frown back in return, a light look of horror forming in your expression that only fuels his motive more.  

 Jungkook’s face suddenly inches forward and you move yours back simultaneously until he was close enough to capture your lips and you couldn’t run from him. Immediately he licks and sucks at your tongue, the faint residue of yourself still evident in his mouth, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think about it. Whenever he kisses you, you quickly find your mind going blank and heat spreads throughout your entire body like a warm blanket. It makes you weak, your hands losing their grip on his shirt, but then immediately wrapping around his neck and snaking up into his hair to express how much you really liked this.

 You are slowly driving him crazy, his hunger building up significantly and he’s beginning to get impatient with the way you’re kissing him back.  Jungkook then manages to release a gasp himself, suddenly feeling your teeth tug at the metal ring on his lip and then licking across his mouth like a starved kitten. He even feels when your legs tighten around him, your hips rocking up for any friction and your scent driving further up his nose- 

 “Be patient, Angel” He groans huskily in your mouth and his vision is going black, but he couldn’t care less. 

 Jungkook’s hands move to grip greedily at your thighs, rubbing along this in a rough and hasty manner. As much as Jungkook wanted to skip everything, he’d already made a promise to not just you, but himself and he intends to finish the job. To be honest the thought of getting you on his face was only making him harder by the minute. 

 You moan helplessly into the kiss, the air in your lungs slowly disappearing, but you didn’t want to pull away from Jungkook. You’re so lost and completely consumed into such a delicious act that you didn’t notice his hands sliding up your legs and gripping firmly as if to prepare himself. 

 Abruptly,  Jungkook begins to turn and he’s fairly certain you won’t even notice that he’s completely on his back at this point. His hips then jerk up, rutting into you until he feels your body reacting to him and you’re gasping from the pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. Jungkook could feel your hips rocking, frustrated, and slick from the arousal continuously leaking onto his leather pants.

 You’re fucking irresistible…he thinks and Jungkook tries his best to hide the way his chest was rising harder and harder to calm himself. 

 “M-More...” He suddenly hears your soft voice over him as your pussy throbs over his hips, empty, and unfulfilled. 

 That's right, Jungkook hasn’t made you cum yet…

 Without warning, Jungkook pulls on your body with ease, not breaking a sweat or showing any kind of struggle.  When he does this, your lips instantly let go from each other and you squeak as Jungkook’s hands push your hips forward on his chest and then push himself up further on the bed, until he has your thighs surpassing his shoulders. 

 Jungkook grins wolfishly, watching the way your face shifts from shock to horror and then slight embarrassment. But beneath all of that he could still see how turned on you were as you stared down into his eyes and in your head, He knew exactly what you wanted him to do.

 Your face warms when the man then bites his lip, lust more evident than ever. 

 “Be honest, If I didn’t stop, would you have came?” Jungkook questions while simultaneously coming to grip your ass so shamelessly and kneading it underneath your shirt. 

 You’re licking your lips hesitantly and wondering what he could be asking about until you were highly reminded of the unsatisfied pulse in your abdomen. Your pride takes over again and before you know it, you are sending him a playful glare when the lie sits on the tip of your tongue, but without your intention- another answer suddenly falls from your lips. 

 “...Yes.” You do in fact answer honestly, but also manage to cringe from how easily you admitted it.

 Your friend then hums, a coy smile dazzling its way up to you and that cocky personality is exactly what you were trying to avoid. His eyes tell all, the mischief behind it is more prominent than ever, when you realize what he’d done. 

 “Get out of my head Jungkook.” You huff to cover up your embarrassment and the man beneath you frowns feigning innocence. 

 “I’m not in your head Angel…” Jungkook replies while nodding and rubbing his palms flat against the bare skin of your back. You’re becoming slightly aware of those sneaky digits, sliding further around and stopping just before they can reach your center. He then turns, kissing on the sensitive skin of your thigh and nibbling before suggesting something else.“-maybe your body is more honest than your mind.”

 As if on cue, your spine shudders from those words.

 “...Which one is it for you?” You ask suddenly with a small smile. 

 Jungkook pauses to look back up at you, a spark of something hitting in his chest from not only that question, but the pure hunger pointed within your stare at him. 

 “Huh?” He blinks.

 “What part of you is being honest Jungkook? Your mind or your body?”  You clarify with a soft tilt to your head to tease him. 

 The prince seems to be stuck for just a moment, unable to find an immediate answer. To you, it was just a simple question and when Jungkook had mentioned it before- he wasn't truly thinking about the situation. But…why did suddenly hearing that question from you trigger a strange reaction within him? In his chest was a faint sting of an ugly feeling- something he definitely shouldn’t be experiencing at the moment.

 Guilt.

 But as if it had never happened, the stinging quickly faded and the void had returned with a vengeance when he smirks back to your curious gaze. 

 “I’ll answer when I’m finished with you…” He finally says, with a low timbre to his voice, yet so much was told to you behind it as his hands begin to pull you closer and closer towards his face until the only thing you could see was his eyes and that silky black hair draping short to his forehead.   

 Somehow, his response had created a foreboding swirl of anxiousness to your stomach and as foreign as the entire situation felt for you, the more you’d begun to wonder what was so different about Jungkook. On the inside, a good part of your brain knows there's a red flag somewhere in all of this, his reactions and behavior, the dangerous inability for you to turn away- but whatever was piloting your body ignores every alert the situation provides and urges you to continue on.

 You try to swallow back your nervousness, chewing on your tongue as your heart races from the sultry exchange. Jungkook takes advantage and suddenly leans up to nip at the skin around your hips and inner thigh. By now you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d already begun to leave marks on you there. He then begins to move further along, ghosting his mouth over your slit and pausing to stare up into your soul knowingly.

 Your breath catches. He’s dragging this out and you’re ashamed to admit how much it’s actually affecting you…

 “…This doesn’t seem much different from what we did in the kitchen.” You say to him from above and Jungkook pauses before he’s dropping his head back and frowning up at you. His hands twitch within their spot, he’s becoming incredibly impatient to taste you again. 

 “Like I said before Y/n…They’re not the same.” Without warning, those sly fingers cup you from behind and suddenly spread your pussy open before one begins teasing gently around the ring of your walls. He lets one enter after a few seconds, thrusting it in and eliciting a shallow moan from your lips. With his other hand, Jungkook eyes the shirt you’ve been wearing and lifts it up high as if to silently tell you he wants it off.

 There's only so many times you could feel the heat in your face from the nervousness you felt with your long time friend and your hands tremble to grasp at the bottom of the cotton material and lift it over your head. It never occurred to you that he would be this way in bed or that he would have such a fascination with someone’s body like this. You're on fire from the way he drinks in the sight of your bare torso from above- he really wants to touch you there.

 Jungkook has seen you naked before, that night when you slipped and nearly died- he was just too shocked and panicked then to actually notice it. This time, you were all his to admire and touch, not to mention you were very much conscious and consenting.

 “You’re so fucking beautiful…” You hear him suddenly mutter as he stares up at you. That is somehow enough to distract you completely from him. So much that you’re completely caught off guard by the second finger Jungkook had decided to add in within your hole. 

 Your body jolts, torso falling forward when your hips move themselves to grind subtly against them and you’re exhaling- feeling the way Jungkook begins to move them slowly and then curling them up into a unique spot inside. When he suddenly presses on it, it is only then do you let out a much deeper moan that sets off a chain reaction within Jungkook’s body.

 You sound so lovely too…He couldn’t wait to hear you, when he’s fucking deep into you after this.

 You’re tight around his fingers and he chews temporarily on his lip ring when he realizes he’ll have to loosen you up to take him soon. His fingers pump in and out of your walls, creating a delicious rhythm when his face suddenly becomes buried in your pussy and you hadn’t noticed you’d been easing closer towards him all this time. 

 “Hng—Kook!” You groan as Jungkook’s lips come to wrap around your clit and he’s sucking roughly on the sensitive bud, letting go and slurping up the sweetness of your pussy when his fingers dig slightly deeper and so does his tongue.

 You’re already way too close to cumming. Whether it still be from the after effects of his doing earlier, but Jungkook could still feel how your walls clench around his fingers for every swipe he takes to eat you out- he knows it's still not enough.

 “Angel, move your hips for me.” The man mutters against you and the vibration on his tongue somehow feels just as good to anything else he was doing- your hands moving to run along desperately in his hair. 

 Your better Judgment no longer existed, the heat in your abdomen coiling tighter and without questioning it- you’d begun to rock over Jungkook’s face. He moans into you from the action- satisfaction filling his chest, when his nails start digging into one side of your ass while the other begins to pick up its pace in fucking the slender limbs into you.

 His nose nudges against your clit and your eyes are snapping shut to keep them from rolling.  His tongue licks passionately down further to dip into your walls, sucking hard until he could begin to feel your hips shaking and rocking desperately to reach an inevitable climax.

 “Kook- mm g-good, god!” You mewl and squeak again when Jungkook boldly adds for a final finger. 

 “Just like that Angel, cum on my tongue.” Jungkook’s hand thrusts viciously into you at an unforgiving pace- aiding in the motion of your hips on his face. He laps quicker into you, pressing himself deeper to keep up with the way your body is nearly bouncing. To say this entire ordeal wasn’t unraveling something deep inside of him would be a lie- if anything, any part of him that was holding back had begun to slip further away while hearing you moan his name and  he groans, ending his assault with a final bite onto your clit.

 Suddenly, everything comes crashing down and almost quite literally. Your body jerks to an abrupt stop when the strongest scent of mint fills your nose and you’re mumbling out curses from your orgasm finally hitting you and he hums with approval.

 Jungkook still continues to suck on your clit and you could begin to feel his fingers slowing but you were becoming sensitive either way. Whimpering helplessly, the sweet friction has you throwing your head back, another wave crashing over you and you’re rocking subtly when Jungkook suddenly feels your hands in his hair- gripping and tugging hard until you can't take it anymore.

 “Jungk- hah!…T-Too much!” Your mouth drops open, the fingers gripping your ass, pushing you down more onto Jungkook’s face before he takes one final swipe all the way up and attacks your clit again. 

 “F-Fuck!” You exclaim as something in your stomach begins to coil up again and your body falls, becoming incredibly weak while the man slurped and sucked tirelessly -completely ravishing you for a second time. 

 Jungkook feels a growl low in his chest, his fingers slipping out of your pussy and he’s gripping both of your hips to move them for you. Your eyes are completely rolling back, back arching and mind becoming blank when he swipes his tongue in circles over and over until you are unable to form a complete sentence. 

 You huff, feeling completely empty from his fingers- but oddly his mouth was definitely enough to have you stuck, writhing over him until the heat you felt before strikes your entire body like lightning and you’re coming hard all over again. 

 Jungkook was addicted, swallowing all that you could give him and he winces once the essence of heat tries to enter his head. Whenever he touches you, it’s like he becomes even more aware of the block in his head and your reactions always trigger something in him. Every time it happened, Jungkook felt less tense than before and the searing pain always felt like Hoseok would still have his hands wrapped on the sides of his head- frying his brain repeatedly until the man could barely form a thought or any kind of emotion. However the prince could very well say that the grip your hands currently have in his hair is definitely not helping the situation.

 Jungkook pats at the curve of your hips, looking up to see your eyes opening and mouth parted in a fucked out expression. 

 Why do you have to look at him like that? Now all he wanted to see was those starry eyes teary and dazed while he’s buried inside you.

 Jungkook suddenly frowns and the dark expression he gives you has your stomach dropping. Your chest is still rising rapidly and a short silence settles between the both of you when a strange warmth comes over your body even more intense than before.

 You bit your lip, becoming hot all over again. How? Why was this not enough?

 “…They’re not the same.” You say suddenly and he arches a brow before a knowing look enters his eyes. “Why do you know how to do that so well?” You then ask curiously and slightly embarrassed how easy it was for him to do. You tried not to think about his skilled knowledge in sex, but the thought never dawned on you until Jungkook nearly tried to take your soul.

 Jungkook snickers, attempting to drop his head, but that clearly won’t happen with your hold on his hair. He winces, looking at you expectantly before he’s clearing his throat and licking his already wet lips. He’s not sure how or if he should really answer that question. “I’m centuries old, Angel. I’ve definitely fucked more than a couple of times.” 

 “Oh… right.” You exhale and drop your gaze when an ugly emotion flashes in your chest. You wonder if he’s been with anyone since he’s known you.

 This is suddenly a gross feeling.

 Jungkook instantly sees your reaction from his confession and mentally scolds himself. He sees the way you silently sulk at the mention of others. "That being said- I haven't had sex in a while and I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you at this moment. It's so hard right now, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He adds on quickly and it doesn’t take you more than a few seconds to understand what he’s telling you.

 Jungkook… hasn’t had sex since he met you. Just how long has Jungkook felt this way about you? Then again…he’s been watching over you for a while now, so that couldn’t mean it was because of how he felt for you, right?

 You swallow slowly from the thought. “ Jungkook?”

 “Yes, Angel?” He stares curiously.

 “I’d really like you to fuck me now…” You breathe as something takes over you.

 Jungkook looks taken back but the veins around his eyes tell it all. They crinkle in slowly giving away his impatience. “Y/n, I’d turn over and fuck you right now- but I’d rather not lose hair in the process.” He smirks, patting your hip once again, then circling his thumb. He does this, eying your body with an intense hunger and your body is buzzing for something more, reacting instantly to the suggestion.

 “O-Oh…sorry.” You say and Jungkook chuckles when you become aware of your hold on his head–releasing him as if he’d burned you right then and there. It's so cute to see how bold and flustered he can make you with the smallest things. He wonders if you’ve always been this timid when you were about to have sex. Or were you simply this nervous because of him?

 Jungkook then grunts, gripping your jello legs and flipping you both back to a previous position. The prince then stands up, looking down towards you. He runs his eyes up from your curious gaze and down towards your exposed legs. There's a hitch in your breath from his expression, your eyes watching him warily and he then does something you weren’t expecting, even though that's all he's been doing for the past few minutes. From your position, you lift up to watch him and your breath catches completely when his inked hands begin to move towards his half unbuttoned shirt. 

 Jungkook undoes the rest he hadn’t gotten to before and slowly, but finally he begins to shrug off the almost see through material, revealing the torso you could only imagine in multiple scenarios of how it looked.

 Maybe you didn’t mean for your jaw to drop the way it did, but somehow, you could have never imagined all of the random ink and swirls flowing throughout the top half of your friend’s frame. Your mouth salivates, gaze following every last ink and dip of his impressively sculpted frame and even down towards the fingers that were currently undoing the belt of his leather pants at such an excruciatingly slow rate.

 Jungkook watches for your reaction, smirking when he sees your very impatient and frustrated stare. 

 He arches a pierced brow. “ Am I not moving fast enough, Angel?” 

 You bite your lip. “Can’t you just teleport out of your pants or something?” You suggest in a joking manner and Jungkook chuckles while rolling his eyes, because you’re so freaking adorable and somehow you wanting him this bad is turning him on even more if possible.

 Jungkook then hums, narrowing his eyes and walking up to you suggestively. The mischievous look in his eyes has you sitting up and your heart races the closer he gets again. Jungkook comes to stand before you, moving a hand to tilt your chin up at him. 

 “Well…if it really bothers you, feel free to take them off yourself if you’re going to be a brat about it.”  He challenges and you begin to let out a laugh when you truly take in how serious he is. 

 Your lips then suddenly part and Jungkook’s gaze burns through you expectantly- the hand on your chin slowly caressing up into your hair and gripping firmly. 

 You wince slightly, but you were more focused on the task he’d suddenly gifted you and your body is still aching- waiting for him to fill you up. The longer you prolonged this, the more both of you were becoming anxious.

  “Yes, sir.” Jungkook watches you roll your eyes mockingly and he scoffs again to himself.

 Your tongue darts out to run along your lips and hands moving to finish what Jungkook didn’t. First goes the buckle of his belt and then the button of his pants. The sound of you unzipping the material followed by the clinks of his belt is enough to have your stomach dropping before your fingers finally reach the bands of his briefs. 

 You almost hesitate to pull, not missing the unmistakably impressive bulge of the black cotton material, and you hope Jungkook didn’t notice. 

 Unfortunately he does, withholding a smirk when you glance up at him and then tug on the material revealing his member instantly. The veiny girth springs from its confines and you’re nearly dropping your jaw again at the sight. Your heart almost stops, hands continuing to shove his pants and briefs further down his legs. 

 You barely have time to take in just how big Jungkook is when he moves to step out of them and you’re following that beautiful ink further down the muscular cords of his thighs. 

 To see Jungkook like this in all his glory, was nowhere near what you could have prepared for. He was a fully inked up sculpture, perfect down to every last vein running from his pelvis and to the underside of his heavy cock. Your pussy clenches, staring at the form of it and the red mushroom tip oozing the evidence of his arousal for you.

 Could…you even handle that?

 “I-...oh.” You say almost too low.

 Jungkook watches you intently, toying with silver on his lip and the way you’re staring hungrily at his cock has him imagining the worst things to do to you. Suddenly his eyes are pitched black once again and he’s suppressing the growl wanting to snake out of his chest. 

 Jungkook’s grip in your hair tightens and he’s forcing your gaze back up to him, licking his lips.

 “Oh? Is that all you have to say to me Angel?” He can hear the way your pussy throbs when he does this, but all you can do is whimper as your chest rises hard- thighs pressing together from his endless stare. It’s like a switch flipped the second you fully unclothed him and Jungkook was pushing you onto your back too quick for you to comprehend. 

 You gasp. 

 The prince leans down, placing a knee to the edge of the bed directly between your thighs and trapping you in place, when he begins to look your entire body over. You can’t help but to do the same as he continues to crawl closer to you, but specifically your eyes keep falling to the monstrous cock currently falling on top of your thigh. 

 You haven’t had sex in a while , let alone with someone as big as Jungkook and there's a good chance he’s probably going to ruin you for the next. Wait- will there be a next? Actually, what exactly will you two be after this? What if he disappears again?

 …No. Your heart sinks suddenly at that thought, you really hoped there wouldn’t be such an awful situation, again. Fuck, how are you just thinking about this?

 He notices the way your eyes suddenly become distant, but for some reason can’t see what exactly you were thinking about. 

 Did seeing his size suddenly make you that nervous? Jungkook muses to himself.

 “What? You had so much to say just a second ago Y/n, why don’t you tell me how pretty my cock looks? You haven’t stopped staring.” Jungkook suddenly teases with a dark smirk and begins to lean down further over you-hand leaving your hair to join the other as they begin to caress sensually over your sides. You shiver from it, tingles flowing all over until from the simplest of touches and you’re breaking out of your trance.

  “ –Kook…” You can’t help but to call, interrupting him from his teasing. 

 When you actually find yourself able to look away, your eyes follow Jungkook’s body- over his abs and inked creamy skin, past the silver chain dangling around his neck and then up to the face of the man above you. “You’re… really beautiful.”

 When he hears those words from you, Jungkook sees the way your eyes stare up deeply at him- completely in awe with another concerning emotion hidden behind and before he could truly react, you’re leaning up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

 It was so sweet compared to any of the kisses you both shared before… one that was full of very dangerous meanings that had him burning like an inferno. Jungkook feels like Icarus flying way too close to the sun…

 Fuck, fuck! Why couldn’t he have done this sooner, where your first time together should have been a more mutual feeling. Jungkook will make sure that's exactly how every time will be for you in the future, full of the intent that he’s sure is stemming from his feelings. For now he’d have to live with the memory of knowing only you are in love with this moment.

 When he feels your lips moving wantonly against his- the man melts within your embrace and something begins to bloom in his chest. For a while, he simply lets you take the lead- your tongue slipping into his mouth immediately and your soft hands slowly moving to rub at his stomach and then his chest. It’s as if you were the one memorizing every curve of him, taking your time to have it etched into your hands- tasting him as if you never would again.

 After doing all of this, you’re slowly becoming aware of the fact that Jungkook hasn’t moved to touch you again and you’re squirming with your hips in your position. You whine into your kiss as your hands continue to caress over the taut skin. Suddenly you’re frowning with impatience, sucking on his bottom lip and releasing it until you’re pulling back breathless. 

 Your eyes find his completely void of emotion. It’s kind of chilling to be honest…

 “What's wrong? D-Did you not like that?” You frown up worriedly with dark eyes.

 Little do you know, the mental block within his head- chips drastically within, a sudden awareness of the woman beneath him, churning his insides and he breathes- unable to form speech. Jungkook then scoffs, closing his eyes momentarily when a surge of power begins to creep up on him once again. 

 Something just snapped in him…

 When he opens his eyes, they’re all black, but he drinks your body in- bringing a hand to the pit of your belly and spreading it wide in thought. 

 “Angel…I like it. So much I want to fuck you until I break you.” Jungkook finally whispers this, as the hand he has on you moves up on your body, caressing up the valley of your breast. He eyes the area, that same hand coming to palm the mound before it pinches at the nipple and your back is arching immediately from his touch.

 Your breath is held, but not enough to prevent you from pleading for more. “P-lease…”

 Jungkook pinches your nipple again, playing with the small bud and he's suddenly leaning down to attack your lips. The force of this kiss is nothing like the others- tongues tangling and teeth clashing as he overtakes the entire act. He then moves away, kissing down the side of your neck, then trailing fierce, open kisses deliciously until there were enough marks he was satisfied with and you’re gasping- watching him dip lower and lower until his knee was no longer trapping you in your place. 

 When he’s done, he’s shifting off of the bed, leaving you surprised when his hands are suddenly grabbing your thighs with him and Jungkook yanks your body to the edge. You almost couldn’t keep up, feeling your legs get lifted back and Jungkook pushes them all the way to your chest. 

 He licks his lips, putting your ankles over his shoulders and you can’t help but to whimper. Jungkook lifts your ass, one hand supporting you while the other grips at the base of his cock. You let out soft breathes, feeling the way he begins to slide his tip up and down your slit, coating his member with your arousal and he pauses, switching his eyes to your expression before he settles at your hole.  

 “Exhale for me, Angel.” He whispers, because Jungkook realizes he hasn’t heard you breathe in the last few seconds. 

 When you do so, he slowly begins to sink into you, pushing slowly until only his tip is beginning to stretch you out further than ever before and your mouth falls open to let out a soft groan. The man’s eyes are fully trained on you, his teeth sunken into his bottom lip so hard he could nearly draw blood from how good you already felt.

 You feel his hips jerk, inching his thick length more into your walls, the slick from your past orgasms aiding in the easy slide.

  “O-Oh…J-Jungkook I-” Your head falls back before you could finish and when you’re already feeling so full, Jungkook is only half-way in. He’s molded perfectly into your walls, the stretch slowly adjusting and he’s grunting when you’re already clenching tightly around him, hissing when he’s fighting the urge to fuck you into this bed. 

 “Angel, I need to move. Can you take it?” He huffs, inching in more and finding himself buried to hilt. Jungkook’s other hand suddenly finds purchase above your head, your own gripping the sheets when he’s pressed up against the spongy spot inside.

 This feeling was so unreal.

 You nod when Jungkook stares down at you, moving your hips as a signal to keep going. “I’m okay, Kook. You can move.” 

 Your voice is small and breathless to him, causing him to pull his hips back and snapping them forward- filling you up completely again. He then hears you squeak out a moan, pulling them back again-starting a new and steady tempo that has you creating a string of the cutest sounds he’s ever heard.

 “Fuck, you sound so damn cute, Angel.” He growls, fingers digging into the small of your back. “Makes…me want to fuck you h-arder.” he continues to confess with slightly deeper thrusts, but he really doesn’t want to over do it.

 Jungkook wanted nothing but to have you in the worst way possible-but somehow he was actually beginning to have half a mind in making sure he didn’t wear you out too soon. The sounds you were making weren’t any better, his gaze focused on the way he already had your body bouncing from his hips motion.

  To say your moans weren’t driving him would be a lie, thrusting a bit faster until he saw you gasping and arching under him- you were barely able to keep your eyes open. “Jungkook…kook- fuck ah!”

 Before you knew, Jungkook had begun to angle your pussy up a bit further, a vibration in his chest buzzing over and over with every thrust and he huffs getting lost within your warmth. He loves hearing his name from your lips, even better when he knows he is going to make you come soon.

 You find yourself unable to think, Jungkook’s thick cock driving into you endlessly, but you knew one thing for sure and that was how much you wanted to be completely lost in him. This new passion was a strange feeling for you, a sudden obsession with the dark prince that had you wanting to be closer than ever and to share him with no one else. 

 But eventually, the thought soon reminded you that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing with your friend. You knew you were acting on your feelings- what exactly was Jungkook acting on? In the back of your mind, you wanted to focus on him, however the nagging idea that he would disappear again was just too painful and your vision was beginning to become blurry.

 What the hell was going on with you?

 “J-Jungkook h-arder please-angh!” When you suddenly reach up for him, your hands are sliding up his chest, nails clawing along the inky panels and he growls- wincing from the familiar pain, but it feels 20x better knowing it was coming from you.

 “Are…you sure, Angel?” He asks snapping hips into you, hesitation clear as day in his eyes. 

 Your eyes are trying hard to focus, toes curling every time his dick molds your walls and he’s completely surpassing your most sensitive spot so easily. Something was beginning to come, an intensity of heat he was radiating onto you along with the fresh scent of mint. 

 You’re mewling with satisfaction. “Fuck y-yes..so close- gonna hngh-cum!”

 Oh fuck…

 Jungkook suddenly moves up, pushing your thighs onto your chest completely and dips to sink his cock deep into your walls, eliciting a scream from your end. A tight knot tugs and curls within your stomach from before and you can’t stop your orgasm’s fast approach when Jungkook has taken in your request, driving his hips up and down to fulfill it.

 “You’re so sweet for me Angel, so damn tight too.” He grunt’s pivoting his hips and mouth dropping open when your walls ripple around him in response. “Is it good for you Angel? want me to make you cre-am on my cock?”

 “Jungko-ook…so dirty—” You moan, from his words, chewing on your tongue and trying not to admit how much his words were drawing you closer already. Your back arches up painfully, heart pounding and chest falling harder. Each time Jungkook drops his hips, your body tingles in euphoria. You’re barely able to think about what he’s saying anymore until you’re feeling an abrupt sting to the side of your thigh.

 Jungkook can see the shame you felt hearing his words, walls rippling over around him with every vibration of his voice. He can tell this will be quick for you.

 “Don’t lie to me, Angel. You like dirty don’t you? I can feel how close you are. You’re gripping my cock so tight I think its me who’s going to break.” Before you realize it Jungkook’s hand lifts again, landing in the same area and you’re jolting in response, pussy spasming and the knot in your stomach unraveling the very next second.

  “Come for me.” Jungkook’s hand then lands a lower blow to your ass cheek, body jerking with every slowing thrust he gives you as your walls begin to release around him.

 “Yes, g-god Jungkook-…oh!” Like a train hitting your body, you’re coming harder than before for the third time tonight. 

 Jungkook, feels the way your body tenses on him, his own jerking to an abrupt stop when your pussy clenches around him for dear life. It feels like you were trying to milk him for everything he was worth - however, Jungkook wasn’t done yet. 

 He stares down, looking you over, smirking as your eyes roll back and your body is twitching in ecstasy. A swell of pride enters his chest, your almond scent overpowering anything else and he’s no longer able to suppress whatever was driving him mad about you from the inside.

 Without warning, he slips out- one hand lowering you back onto the bed and Jungkook allows your legs to drop on his sides- hips settling halfway between your thighs. They’re nearly jello when he does this, a heart stopping smile forming on his face when he sees the pleasure in your eyes. 

 “My beautiful Angel, coming for me, such a good girl for me.” Jungkook suddenly coos, making you snap your eyes up at him curiously. Somehow, there was a slight difference in him from that.

 Jungkook sounded like his old self just now- well despite the obvious sexual praise.

 In a haze, an anxious heat tears through your stomach, heart rate picking up once again. You peek up at him, a horrible mix of dread and excitement overriding the sensitivity of your body and you’re nodding towards Jungkook- heat filling your cheeks because you weren’t able to ignore the hand crawling up your chest and coming to rest on your neck. 

 The hand suddenly closes and tightens around when Jungkook’s eyes train intensely towards you admiring his work around your wrecked body. Hickeys and marks laying over your neck and thighs just like he wanted.

  You shiver in your place in the shock of his actions and stare up at Jungkook when something overwhelming enters your chest. Like before your eyes begin to glaze over and although your body was already in the beginning effects of becoming sore, you’re bucking your hips up for more.

 Your eyes then fall lower, connecting with Jungkook’s very much still hard member and you realize how he’d yet to come once. Meanwhile you were already beginning to lose count. 

 You swallow, moving to grip around him at the base as much as your hand could and you’re still in shock as to how it was able to fit. He was long and thick, a prominent vein leading all the way up and you should be ashamed the way you had begun to wonder what it would be like to taste him. You find yourself turned on from those thoughts, your hand stroking upwards around him and making Jungkook choke on a groan. 

 “Y/n, wait-….” Jungkook hisses, rendered helpless under your touch as he twitches from the sudden pleasure.

 You don't think too much when you continue at a steady pace, your eyes looking up to the man’s beautiful expression and to the rest of his body. His inked abs are clenched tightly, one hand gripping the sheets above your head and his face screws up, brows dipping harshly as he tries to catch his breath.

 Jungkook is so undeniably gorgeous within this view…

  He was ready to burst any moment now, bucking his hips into your hand and you knew he could probably come right then and there just from your lazy strokes. With his grip on your neck still, Jungkook groans huskily before letting his head fall on your shoulder and he’s suddenly jerking away- using his other hand to remove yours.

  “Angel, Not yet-…” He whispers breathless. 

 You’re broken from your trance, eyes falling from Jungkook’s face sheepishly when you were stopped in your intentions to watch him break down. Instinctually your legs are wrapping around his waist, chest beating harder at the thought of him leaving you there. You hoped you didn’t upset him, but you weren’t sure what exactly took over you just then.

 “S-Sorry…” You apologize suddenly, your core throbbing all over again inside, when Jungkook’s heavy breaths are fanning over your cheek. “You were so pretty.”

 After hearing you say that, Jungkook is silent for a moment, taking in your response. It’s not like he is upset, if anything you somehow managed to fuel him, chomping on his ringed lip when he’s well aware of your legs circling back around him in a desperate manner and your arms doing the same around his neck.. 

 Why does it feel like you were so afraid to let him go? 

 “Don’t apologize, Angel. I like your touch, but I’d love your body even more.” Jungkook sends a small smile your way, watching the way your eyes let a flash of temporary relief run across them. 

 Jungkook frowns from the odd emotion, unsure why you looked as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulder. Now that he thinks about it, Jungkook realizes you have been just a little distracted, stuck in your mind and thinking heavily about a matter that he just couldn’t seem to get the make of. Why the hell couldn’t he see what was bothering you?

 You gasp, once again feeling Jungkook’s member on your thigh, still hard and heavy. You could feel it throbbing, the pulse making you feel worse for trying to speed up a moment like this. Jungkook obviously wants to release, just not like then and you were already exhausted just from the first act. However, there’s no way you were going to leave him like this and you were suddenly thinking of him fucking into you mercilessly this very moment.

 A thick layer of heat settles over both of you.

 “Can we…do it again?”  You breathe out of nowhere, writhing underneath him.

  For some reason you were beginning to notice no matter how many times Jungkook had managed to make you cum, no amount has satisfied the intense heat blanketing your skin. Even though your body is past your normal stamina, you were burning hotter to be filled all over again, your hands slowly tugging on his silver chain to pull his face back to yours. 

 Jungkook all but lets out a growl from this, the way your sweet taste lingers on his lips every time you kiss him. The cracks within his mental block are all but big empty holes now, some parts of himself seeping through as he began to rub his hands all over your soft skin and open his mouth willingly to your prodding tongue.

  “Jungkook. It’s too hot.” You beg, pulling away with a delirious expression. Whatever was making you so incredibly hot had also begun to affect Jungkook as well and he’s frowning from the familiarity of those words. He’s heard you say that before and in the pit of his stomach, he knows they hold a heavy significance. 

 Was it from before? An hallucination—The bond…Jungkook realizes this as a light feeling enters his chest and his body is being filled with his previous senses of before.

 It’s beginning.

 His mind is starting to creep from a numb state to an overwhelming panic of emotions, but most importantly-it's like having his brain fried all over again. In an impulsive moment, Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist, tightly and moves to stand with you comfortably in his arms. Not bothering to prolong this, because you were already sure that this is what you wanted from him.

  He wastes no time, turning and pressing you up against the wall, continuing to devour your mouth and then your neck all over again. 

 Your body trembles, the head of Jungkook’s cock slipping past your folds again and he’s suddenly plunging himself all the way in, giving your walls no time to adjust.

 “Ugh De-eper…” You groan out a moan in response, an electric intensity forming with your finger tips, burning across Jungkook’s chest and face until you were gripping your hands in his hair for dear life.

 Jungkook moves to grip your ass again, bucking his hips to push himself in almost all the way and you’re hissing from the delicious stretch of him filling you completely. 

 You were so hot around him this time and Jungkook’s vision is going black again. His mouth is salivating, a malicious energy flowing through him like it did earlier when he first saw you. At that time Jungkook was scared—no, terrified of whatever he was feeling, except this time he’s very much aware of what exactly he wants to do.

 And that was to fuck you hard into this wall right now.

 “Angel…I can’t hold back.” He pauses, gritting his teeth from the full access he got within this position. “You feel so amazing, I’m not gonna last very long.” He confesses honestly while stopping his own hips from moving.

 You on the other hand couldn’t focus on anything he was trying to tell you, only that you wanted to get rid of whatever fire was burning in your stomach right now. You whine just wanting him to move already. “ Kook, just fuck me now- I don’t care break me if you have to.” You say it a bit too carelessly.

 Way…way too careless.

 Because before you knew it, Jungkook lifts you up and drops you back onto his hips without any regard afterwards. You whimper from the extreme pleasure and pain, eyes widening from the way a deep and scary sound rumbles low within your friend’s chest. 

 “Fuck, that's so hot.” He begins again bucking his hips upwards fast and hard, fucking you more relentless than before. Your mind is blank within a pure bliss, the only thing to focus on was his thick cock sliding in and out on a ruthless rhythm.

 You’re not too sure how long you would last yourself, not wanting this moment to end because you really never wanted to let Jungkook go. You whine, your hands tangled in his silky strands and your hips dipping to meet him within your bruised walls. 

 “So good, Angel- coming… soon.” Jungkook’s hips smacking against your ass are the only sounds filling the room besides your loud moans bouncing around the walls. He hears you pleading over and over -loving every sound you make as he rolls your body onto his cock consistently. “So close, fuck. I need you to come again for me okay?” 

 You nod, biting your lip—though it doesn’t seem like you have a choice with the way he’s drilling into you continuously. “Y-Yes…”

 Somewhere along the way, Jungkook’s nails had grown longer, finger tips clawing slightly along your sides with every thrust you both create in your heated passion. 

 Jungkook is super close, his cock swelling inside and he knows it’ll take a few more pumps before he’s spilling.

 He can sense you were almost there too, your sweaty bodies tangling and holding each other closer as if someone would come and rip you away from each other any second. This process wasn’t meant to be rushed, but Jungkook felt like it was - driving himself faster to reach something more than just his average orgasm.

 Something like a much deeper connection he had yet to explain to you…which oddly enough was a common thought decorating the back of his mind. It was also enough to have him realizing how much this had gone past a simple hunger. Jungkook is now doing this because of his slowly returning feelings for you…this is mind over body.

 He pulls back, black eyes staring you down and you're stuck in awe from the intensity of his gaze once again. Jungkook thrusts up particularly rough angles to hit a familiar spot deep inside that has you lost for breath and looking down in between the both of you. He does the same, a smirk forming on his lips when he watches himself disappear inside of you and then looks up to where your breasts were bouncing from impact.  

 All of this was quickly sending him over the edge, your moans, your touch, the way you were staring at him with the most horrifying emotion that he hadn’t experienced for hours. 

 You looked so…

 “Fucking beautiful, Angel.” He suddenly grunts, bending forward to take a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it hard before his thrusts begin to turn sloppy and rough. 

 “Ah! Jungkook-” When he did this, Jungkook’s cock had begun to penetrate you so deep that the tears were forming effortlessly in your eyes and your back was arching to the point that a sudden gush of your final orgasm rips through you.

  It completely destroys you physically, mentally, and definitely emotionally. Pulling you apart inside and binding you back together all within one moment- but most of all, it felt incredibly amazing. Everything you’d been feeling, the anxiety and your irrational fears of time  and loneliness all had begun to slip away from you. It leaves you with the overwhelming emotion swimming around inside. Words you’ve been meaning to say stuck in your throat out of fear, mind a big fog.

 Jungkook’s body then suddenly stiffens under you, his mouth releasing your nipple and your own release trigger’s Jungkook’s much awaited orgasm. His cum shoots out suddenly, filling up your walls with a warm essence that has you shivering violently against him. 

 For him, it feels like the first time he ever met you. A shock so deep inside his stomach spreading across his body and electrifying him- burning from all contact of your skin on his. It wrecks him to the deepest parts of himself, as if replacing them with a high feeling until it has him giving up all control.

 You wince as his arms squeeze you closer until his inked chest is pressed tight against your swollen nipples and you’re dropping your head onto his shoulder, body suddenly feeling limp with no more strength. 

 The heat was finally gone. 

 “Fucking hell…” Jungkook pants against  your head and the only thing he’s able to hear for a moment, is the sound of your heart beating dangerously in your chest- maybe his as well. “—was it just me or did everything go black for a second?” He jokes through hard breathes.

 Pulling back to meet your dazed expression, you smile wearily-unable to keep up with your drumming heart. “Mm, I think my legs may actually be broken.” You hum lazily.

  Jungkook feels the need to step back, carefully moving closer to your bed to lay both of you on the sheets as before.

  “Then my job is done.” He replies with a smug tone.

 The mix of almond and mint is the only thing filling his nose and Jungkook  couldn’t help but to feel something creep into his chest successfully this time around. It stays there, unmoving, lodged in his throat and blocking any words for him to form when the entire situation truly catches up to him after a few moments of silence.

 Well its done…What happens now? Were you both supposed to feel different? Do you feel any different?

 He swallows, mildly aware of the war happening inside of his head at the moment. Jungkook could still feel whatever was left of Hoseok’s doing, however  he realized that there was still one part of him too stubborn to come back, causing him to keep you firmly planted in his arms, the warmth inside spreading all the way from his fingertips and to his toes just to feel more.

 You, on the other hand, are blinking up within your blurry view and can still feel your body twitching with pleasure, something unspoken falling over both of you as you laid there catching your breaths. There's an inner turmoil, something you’d experienced like never before with anyone and the realization of your now entirely different relationship with Jungkook has your heart and mind overflowing with so many emotions, you quite literally can’t control them.

 Jungkook, completely content, presses harder into you, shutting his eyes in silence until an odd sound reaches his ears in the next few seconds. 

 His eyes are suddenly shooting open.

 “Y/n?” He asks abruptly sitting up alert and it makes him even more distraught when he hears a sniffle leave your nose and he’s aware of the tears still leaking out of your eyes. He’s instantly confused, saddened and angered towards himself if somehow he was the cause of it. 

 “Fuck! What's wrong? Did I really hurt you? I thought we were joking—”

 Jungkook then goes to reach for you, but hesitates if it was even okay to do so. He’s never heard those sounds from you before-panicking from the way you instantly hid your face from him.

 Well this definitely wasn't the reaction he was expecting after having sex like that just now.

 “We were, weren’t we?” You say and wipe your weak hand over your teary eyes, taking a deep breath before a deep giggle now leaves your lips and Jungkook is thrown back from whatever is causing you to suddenly laugh so hysterically. 

 He’s staring at you in shock and bewilderment

 “…Angel?” He frowns, a nervous chuckle of his own coming out, but it quickly stops when you’re also sitting and dropping your face into your hands with a much deeper sob. 

 What the hell is he supposed to do? 

 “Jeon…” He’s now hearing his name, so soft and broken from under your breath and nothing has ever made him nervous in his life- well aside from the possibility that he could have killed you less than 24 hours ago. 

 “What’s wrong Y/n?” He’s cautiously scooting closer, frowning when he sees how your hands are shaking and you look more confused than ever. Your red eyes are distant when you finally look at him- as if you weren’t actually aware he was there with you and Jungkook’s panic spikes again when he notices how weak you actually are in the moment.

 He watches your eyes flutter. Another tear slipping out silently as something washes over those far gone eyes. “Why can’t I feel anything?” You suddenly say as a strange giggle leaves your chest, completely unsolicited. 

 Jungkook almost has half a mind to hold his breath from the realization of those words…Can you tell? Before he knows it, you’re shaking your head searching for anything around that makes sense to you and it bothers Jungkook that he still can't get a read on whatever it is you were trying to tell him. 

 “What can’t you feel, Angel?”  Jungkook tries curiously.

  You frown harder, raising your hands to where you were glancing just as lost and wondering about the strangely new sensation that was filling you all around. You were no longer hot like you were moments ago but with every part of your body laying so close to Jungkook- your skin burned and your heart hammered as something overwhelming washes over you, suddenly making you aware of his presence. 

 However there was this part of you still bare and cold and the more you focused on it, the more it gave off a familiarity that the man next you shared. It reminds you of the same instinct you felt as you wondered about Jungkook’s behavior. 

  You finally answer, your vision darkening and you can’t stop the numbing feeling that instantly drenches your body. What the hell is this feeling?  “I can’t feel myself anymore…I know that sounds weird, but-...”

 Jungkook listens to the way you’re trying  to describe the effects taking place on you and immediately begins to understand when he notices a small flinch of his touch against you. You’re hissing, cautiously navigating away from him because you couldn’t understand or place whatever it was currently happening.

 Once he looks away from the area inching closer to you, he’s then coming to and watching the mute words from your trembling lips.

  leaning in gently as he lifts a hand to your face, he’s nearly searing you in the process as he wipes away a fallen tear. Jungkook’s lips then find yours again and he sighs listening to the whimper that's stuck in your throat. 

 Gently, he leans back- pulling  you back with him, as he whispers words of comfort. “Angel, I promise everything will be okay. Calm down, you’re fine.” Jungkook says and although he clearly shows no sign of any kind of emotion behind those empty eyes. You swear you could hear the fear in his voice as he stares down at you, letting your head hit the pillow and your body follows exactly what the prince is telling you.

 You’re fine? No, something is definitely off…but the way Jungkook is easily navigating your body to relax and your eyes are becoming heavy, you know there's so much to be said after the last few moments you both spent together. Jungkook is aware of this as well, but he tries his best not to show it, watching your eyes flutter shut as your heart rate lowers and he can actually relax his stiffened body. 

 Without you seeing, his brows dip worriedly- looking carefully at the darkened veins around your eyelids that are now disappearing and definitely should not have been there in the first place.

 He sighs exhausted and completely confused the moment you’re breathing becomes steady and he's sure you’ve drifted off into a much needed slumber. He replays the way your eyes sunk in as you were panicking in front of him, the white in them disappearing, just as if it were one of his hallucinations and he was terrified from the possibility of it being one once again. 

 The only problem seemed to be that as time went on, Jungkook couldn’t ignore the chill creeping up on him as he pulled you closer, resting his head lower and curling into your frame. He’s stuck with such a haunting image, closing his eyes himself and hoping that by the time he opens them- he won’t be met with a cruel reality.

 Well something is definitely different now.

It’s probably mid-day by the time your eyes snap open and adjust to the rays of sun falling through your curtains. At first it doesn’t hit you, what you thought to be an amazingly realistic wet dream quickly turns to reality  for you and your friend- or…whatever you two are now?

 You can remember it all, his hands, his mouth, his body against yours- the memories of Jungkook and the time you both spent together comes rushing back and has your face becoming hot in more ways than one. 

 Did you…actually ride his face? The thought has you cringing immediately with embarrassment. You groan softly, remembering your fingers through his freshly cropped hair, gripped tightly while he definitely made you regret your words beforehand. 

 These thoughts had you suddenly squirming within your spot as your mind tries to adjust to the alertness your body was feeling. Although you quickly learned that this may be harder to do, because the second you thought to move, you realized how incredibly hot you were and that probably had something to do with the huge, very much unclothed frame laying on top of your side- curled into you with a possessive intent. 

 You swallow once again as the heat becomes worse in your face, glancing down to your chest and seeing that same messy head of black hair falling on your skin.

 With the extra light now filling the room you had the front row view to all of Jungkook, moving your gaze down the naturally inked flesh of his back and everywhere that flowed around his body and legs that you had the pleasure of running your hands over this morning.

 You then gaze towards his arms, which were doing an amazing job at making sure you wouldn’t move an inch under him. It’s almost as if he was afraid of you disappearing on him. Which would be ironic considering he’s done that to you twice. 

 Hopefully there's not a  third time.

 A few minutes of silence passes by and you don’t know how much longer it would take for you to get used to the new image of the man beside you. A sigh leaves your lips, moving to rake your fingers through his just fucked hair and you falter as a strange feeling shoots through your hands and to your chest. …There it was again.

 You frown, eyes narrowing as a strange sensation runs through your body, it wasn’t as numbing as before, but it was definitely still noticeable and had you wondering if maybe you had gone overboard or if you were simply overthinking it. 

Jungkook told you everything would be okay, but how sure could he really be? Unless he knew something you clearly don't…

 “...I know you’re awake.” You say cautiously and somehow you’re not terrified of how you could feel that from him, or why you were able to tell so easily. Maybe it could be from all the times you were used to taking naps next to him, or now you somehow had this overly cautious feeling inside of you that there's more to whatever your relationship is now than the sex you two just had.

 There's no signs of movement at first, considering you know how wired he is at this moment. You’re not sure how long he pretends as if he was lost in slumber. But In the following moment, He suddenly yawns and mumbles something, catching you off guard when you were beginning to think maybe you were completely wrong. 

 Jungkook proves you right however when he raises his head, turning slowly to look up at you as his arms wrap tighter around you. His eyes are concentrated at first, blinking and watching you carefully, as if he was waiting for you to say the wrong thing.

 “...I was wondering when you would wake up, I was beginning to think maybe I overdid it. ” Jungkook grumbles within his morning voice and honestly you wouldn’t put it past the soreness you currently felt in your legs and lower back for his assumption not to be far off.

 You expected his eyes to be puffier, Instead his eyes looked a bit drained as if he didn’t bother to rest them, as if he literally couldn’t force himself to sleep.

  Your mouth shoots open in shock before you’re frowning. “Did you not sleep after this morning?”

 “Only for an hour or two. I couldn’t bring myself to after the way you freaked out on me in the end, so I had to watch you, which sounds weird now that I’ve said it out loud.” He pauses before giving you a once over again. He couldn’t lie about the how relieved he felt staring at you

 “That's okay...” You shake your head, still running your fingers lazily in his hair. ”I mean it’s not like you didn’t spend the first few months stalking me or anything.” you then reply with a shrug and Jungkook honestly regrets after confessing everything to you if you were just going to use it against him all the time.  

For a moment there's a comfortable silence and he wonders what has you thinking so hard- again besides the fairly obvious fact that what you both have right now, can no longer be considered a friendship. 

You on the other hand, stare at Jungkook as everything tries to piece together in your mind. You could never place having a sensation like this before. The way his touch suddenly burned like hell and your eyes felt weird, body nearly convulsing. You swallow, pushing it back and grateful for whatever effect Jungkook had on you to instantly calm your unusual panic.

 “I’m just glad you’re still here.” You suddenly say with relief, catching him completely off guard.

Where did that come from?

 Jungkook frowns again, chuckling nervously and the sound vibrates in your heart, sparking an overwhelming wave of emotions from you, however he’s not entirely sure why he feels a surge of more panic from what you just said. “Where else would I be, Angel?” 

 “You’re a few weeks overdue for that answer.” You say immediately, before you’re staring back at him hard as if to make something out. You chew on the side of your mouth, thinking hard on this new feeling between you both. It's one that Jungkook clearly isn’t feeling too worried about, in fact it feels as if he was simply studying you at the moment. 

 “Jungkook…there's something more to us isn’t there? The reason why I felt so strange last night and why you didn’t seem like yourself.” You say softly, picking at the small black strands on his forehead and he moves himself closer into your chest. Although it’s a strangely new sensation, it suddenly feels as if every small fuzzy intuition you had for him, had become so clear. You held no doubts about whatever he was feeling, you just knew.  “You seem like you but you’re still holding back from me and it feels like you’re scared of something, you’re just not telling me.” He then hears you huff and then stares in thought of your abnormally keen observations. 

 Jungkook huffs as well after this, because he could feel your heart beating rapidly- not just from the position he was in, but because of the newly fulfilled connection between both of you. Quite frankly it was just as terrifying as it is comforting, because he would have to explain to you why for all of it. The biggest concern however, is your trust for him.

He knows he should say something now, but after what he saw this morning with your eyes, Jungkook is pretty sure you aren’t capable of his nature. 

From what Hoseok had explained to him, they never mentioned anything about anyone being able to take it on from their bond, in-fact a human mating to a demon is completely unheard of, which means the only way he can be sure about what exactly is going on with you, he’d have to do what he’s been dreading all this time. 

Jungkook needs to make sure if what he saw was real or not, either way both options could be foreshadowing trouble.

 “Y/n… I want to take you to meet my family.” He regrettably decides and glances up at your shocked gaze. Jungkook gives you a nervous grin, the one you were actually used to and in return you couldn’t find it in you to refuse- even though he has yet to answer your question.

 “Really? Why so sudden?” You frown, but he feels your sudden joy flowing out of you from the suggestion. He then shifts, moving into a highly familiar position from above. Your eyes find his lips and you want to kiss him, but the look he gives you, has you slightly worried about what he could possibly have to say to you. 

Jungkook also notices the flicker of your starry eyes and the way your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as you stare up at him. It didn’t take a genius to know what you were currently thinking about. 

 You guessed both of you were on the same page however, because before you know it, he leans down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips- melting you instantly. Jungkook presses for more, making you close your eyes in euphoria and you’re silently praying that this feeling never goes away with him…

Little do you know, it’d physically be impossible.

After was feels like minutes worth of a heavy make out, Jungkook finally has half the mind to pull back from you.

 “Angel, you should know our relationship has gone from unusual to complicated. If we go on with this, there's so much that's about to change drastically…– It's going to be a lot to take in.” He suddenly mumbles against your lips, making you snap your eyes open again. His lips stretch for a small reassuring smile, but even then Jungkook looks unsure himself as he pulls back. “Someone like me...has never been with anyone besides our own and especially not with a human. You’re right for questioning me, because there is so much that I need to tell you .There's more to us than just a title and I want to share it with you.”

 “...Okay? You’re kind of scaring me kook, feels like you’re trying to put a curse on me something.” You joke while narrowing your eyes at him and you can’t help but to notice small flinch from his end.

He swallows back that momentary fear. wondering what he could possibly do or say when that right moment comes. ‘Hey, Y/n by the way yes we are cursed forever as soulmates, and remember that night we first had sex?’ 

Jungkook’s panic is nearly lost inside his head until he notices the way your concentration had been centered solely on him. He sees the concern suddenly gracing your features when you begin to ask him something, realizing how guilty he might actually seem.

“Jungkook-?” 

Before you know it- he is sitting up from you, pulling your hand with him. You take a mental note to catch the covers that were quickly falling off of your torso, distracted as you both sat in a higher position. You weren’t sure what prompted him to do so, however there was no time to think about it when you are about to be bared completely to him once again. 

He might have seen you only a few hours ago, but it still felt so strange to be this vulnerable with him...

 Jungkook notices immediately, eyes glancing at the way you crossed your arms over your clothed chest. He chuckles, wondering how you could suddenly be so timid with him after putting his face between your legs not long ago. 

“You are aware I’ve seen you naked already right, Angel?” He nearly laughs in your face and watches the way your eyes widen from his words. Actually, Jungkook could still remember those cute moans leaving your lips and the way your body shivered with pleasure, making a new form of arousal in him.  Which now had become a major distraction, when he remembers that you were fully naked and sitting beside him. 

His eyes begin turning  and he’s reaching for you again only to pull you onto him, with a new intent. It’s not exactly what he thought to take your mind off of less serious topics, but he’s not exactly complaining either in this case.

Meeting his family could wait...

 You gasp in surprise, giggling with delight before wrapping your arms around his neck and straddling him in return. To think you could only dream this a few hours ago, tossing and turning in desperation to escape a reality of a faceless man you could never seem to have like you wanted to. Instead, now he was staring up at you with a look of hunger, moving to plant a kiss on your chin and the corner of your mouth. 

 You then move to planting a kiss to his nose and his dark eyes light up, slowly adjusting to their normal appearance from the simple gesture. Once again, you’re caught speechless from the beautiful man sitting under you, your fingers slowly moving to play with the silver jewelry around his neck and then to trace the inky lines across his collarbone to his shoulder blade.

“I’m glad you want to share more with me kook, I’ve always wanted to know more about you and your family…I love you.” Suddenly Jungkook freezes under you and he thinks hard about something, realizing a sudden guilt hidden deep in his chest. It’s not like he didn’t see this coming, but he had to admit that hearing you say it out loud so suddenly made Jungkook want to throw himself over a cliff.

Finally.

“I...love you too Y/n and I’d never want to lose you…There's a lot we need to cover and I’m not even sure where to begin-...well, nevermind I’m sure Hoseok and Seokjin will explain it better than me.” He confesses, but somehow part of that sounds more for himself than directed towards you, which has you completely confused as who Jungkook could possibly be referring to. 

Although, Seokjin is a name that brings a familiar curiosity to the back of your mind. Do you know a Seokjin?

 You tilt your head unaware “I’m sorry but who are you talking about?”

 Jungkook sighs and inhales your scent, slumping forward to bury his face in your neck and butterflies have never hit you so hard. He hears as your heart picks up its pace again- grinning mischievously as he slowly grabs at the sheets shielding you from him. 

 “Two sadistic assholes…” He grumbles bitterly and before you could react he’s ripping the thin material from you, having you yelp with surprise and Jungkook chuckles darkly as he pushes you to lay back down. You huff, feeling yourself get hot as he bores his eyes over you once again and suddenly a disturbing reminder enters his head and Jungkook realizes he can’t go back unless he actually wants his body to be picked apart as Hoseok promised.

 “Hey, you wouldn’t know a good place to get a century old coffee table, would you?” He suddenly asks in a serious manner.

 You blink up at him, Completely lost as to how he could connect old furniture to such an intimate moment like this. “…What?”

 “I-…nevermind, it's a long story.”

...

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Cupid’s On Holiday - KSJ

Summary: You don't get it, you're a damn catch. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You're smart, you're tidy, hell you'd give up your own kidney to a homeless guy if he needed it that bad. So what the issue? Failed relationships, blind date after blind date, and now your friend's competitive archery teammate is telling you he's Cupid here to help you find your one true love. You're not that desperate. He could take those golden arrows and shove 'em.

Genres: Angel!Au | Fluff, angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers, humor.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, smut (fingering, protected sex), Oc's a bit of a downer but hey! Aren't we all sometimes! If I missed anything, let me know!

Rating: Mature (Minors, please, go away.)

Word count: 17k

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Notes: A little late, but I made it before Saturday! I really really hope you guys enjoy this!! My contribution to @raplinesmoon , @kithtaehyung and @joheunsaram 's Catch Of The Century Collab! It's been a bit of a struggle to write, so show it some love! Also, you won't understand what I mean yet, but emotions are valid and you should feel them. Thank you to THE LOMFL @xpeachesncream for beta'ing for me, Nikki I love you so so much! Thank you for being there when I screamed about this fic when lightening struck and hyping me up always. Ly babie ❤️❤️❤️

Don't forget to leave feedback guys!! I'll love to hear your thoughts ( or crazy emotional rambles) Enjoy!!

Serendipity was in full swing; music blasting so loud you can feel it in your chest. Fellow club goers crowding the dance floor in a wild flurry of limbs and ill-timed dancing. You can barely keep up with the conversation Yoongi and Jungkook are having, you’re not even sure how they’re hearing each other over the music.

Clubs typically aren’t your thing, not one for the deafening music or the people who never knew when they had too much to drink. Tonight, though, you made an exception, meeting a friend of a friend for a date you were excited to be on. You thank your lucky stars you had the foresight to grovel at Yoongi’s feet to come with you, lord knows you’d be making your grand escape through the club’s back door by now.

“I mean, it’s not that hard, right?”

“That’s what she said.”

“Dude. Grow up.”

You chuckle into your whiskey as Yoongi rolls his eyes, waving his hand to direct your attention back to him and not on the way Jungkook was snickering. The flashy strobe lights waving mindlessly in the club catch on the silver of Yoongi’s bracelet and he rights his leaning frame, propping an arm on the table between you both.

“All I’m saying is...” He thinks hard for a moment, tilting his head to squint at the ceiling. You could tell he’s gone above his limit tonight; the rosiness of his cheeks visible in the odd flashes of light. “Man up. When he gets back, tell him he’s an ass and we can go home.”

“You know she’d rather die.” Jungkook mutters, draining the end of his beer, adding the empty bottle to the rest that was steadily growing the longer you all sat there. “Too nice.”

“Shit, you’re right.” Yoongi says, brows furrowed as though he’s just heard the most distressing news in his life, “I’ll do it for you. I swear if I have to sit here and listen to that guy ramble on about himself any more I’ll actually walk out into the street and stand there.”

“I don’t find you funny.” You deadpan, kicking your foot against his shin. He only whines, reaching for your bottle of water instead of brandishing his silver tongue at you.

Yoongi takes a long drink, eyes scanning the crowd, “He’s taking a long time to get back from the bathroom.”

Jungkook lifts himself partly out of his seat – having more vantage with his height – and looks around too. “Fou-oh...”

“What?” You perk up, following Jungkook’s gaze, but you���re suddenly blocked by Yoongi, who you didn’t even see get up. He shifts every time you’d move to look around him. You open your mouth to protest, but Yoongi’s hands land firmly on your shoulders.

“How about we just go? It’s late.” The furrow of his brow and the clench of his jaw tells a lot; he’s seen something you’d be better off not seeing at all and you simply agree. You take the hand that he offers, sliding out of the booth and Jungkook follows with a frown.

When you all get outside, Yoongi throws an arm over your shoulder, and you’re grateful for his warmth as the late night air nipped at your skin. You sigh, watching mist dance on your exhale, ducking your head a little to look at your feet. It’s quiet between you three, and you realize belatedly that you should’ve asked Hoseok to come too. He’s always good at distracting you.

Of course, you should have expected it to go this way. Another failed date that’s left you feeling worse than before, you think you’d might as well give up now, resign yourself to growing old and having fifty cats to keep you company. It’s been this way for a while, your last actual relationship being exactly three years and six months ago -- not that you’re counting or anything.

You stayed out of the dating scene for a while, focusing on yourself and being happy and content with who you are first before anything. Because that’s important, you can’t love someone else without loving yourself first. It was a good run anyway, until you became lonely and Yoongi’s dry humor and good cooking no longer sustained you.

You loved him, truly, but you missed the level of intimacy he couldn’t provide you with. Even though you loved when he made a big deal about cuddling and holding your hand – and frankly would rather shoot himself in the foot than say he liked that shit. You’re honestly considering making a pact with him to get married in the next ten years or something. You feel like that’s the only way to get out of whatever curse you’re under.

You don’t know if it’s you, or what. You’ve tried meeting new people, friends of friend’s, strangers from dating apps. Your dating life is quickly going down the drain.

“Hey, get out of there.” Yoongi taps his fingers against your temple, looking a little more sober now, even though his cheeks remain pink from the cold. He frowns at you, pulling you a little bit closer to his side, “Don’t think about it, okay?”

You can’t help it though, it’ll do no good in the long run, you know that. You’ve been feeling all sorts of low, and really you shouldn’t. You don’t need someone next to you to feel complete, to make you feel like the world’s finally spinning on the right axis. You just hate that you feel like you do; everyone around you seems to be happy and with someone and you’re here feeling like the hottest dumpster fire. You want to have rose tinted glasses to wear, too.

You wanted someone to hold hands with that wasn’t Yoongi or Jungkook...or Hoseok whenever he wasn’t working at the bar and using you as his wing-woman. You wanted someone to tell you you’re pretty and not mean it in a totally-best-friend way.

You sigh, long and drawn out, shoulders sagging as you watch the pavement pass by under your feet. The cracks in the gray stone representing the cracks in your love life that’s slowly drifting away like the ashes of the universe post Infinity Snap. Oh, you wished Thanos was actually here to snap you out of existence. You can deal with floating away into nothingness than dealing with the loneliness that’s beginning to cling to the edges of your form.

“How about we stop at the convenience store?” Jungkook suggests, linking his arm with yours, he looks down at you with a soft smile you couldn’t see. “Ramen on me?”

You can’t say no when you look up and catch his smile, dimples and all, and the three of you walk a little faster.

“Damn, everything’s just going up these days.” Yoongi grumbles, reading the label of a vitamin gummy bottle with a frown. You hum, reading your own set of labels listlessly a few feet away.

You’d long lost Jungkook somewhere in the depths of the large convenience store. He’d run off to find something and it’s been five minutes of you and Yoongi walking around and complaining about prices.

Yoongi puts the vitamins back on the shelf, twisting the container until the brand label faces him. You see him glance at you in your peripheral, see him walk a little closer until he stops at your side, “Doing okay?”

You think about it for a fraction of a second and shrug, throwing Yoongi a careless ‘Ok' sign, “Yeah, A-OK.”

You really just want to go home, watch a movie and forget tonight. Maybe you can convince Yoongi to watch that movie with you, and you both can share laughs over more beers and the pistachio flavored ice-cream that Yoongi hates.

The man himself doesn’t look convinced, and it shows in the raise of his eyebrow and the way he studies you. He’s always said you’re like an open book to him and he knows how to read the lines well – as much as you hate that – you appreciate that he says nothing of it.

You know it will come up later, not now while it’s still fresh, but when you least expect it. Yoongi purses his lips at you, shaking his head before tugging you along behind him as he walks on.

“Guys!” Jungkook's call comes from behind you both, and you and Yoongi turn to his approach, and the company he had with him.

The guy trailing behind Jungkook, for the sake of your mind that grinded to a halt at the sight of him, is beautiful. You don’t think you’ve called a man beautiful before, but there’s no other word that you can use. This man with his dark hair, eyes of the deepest brown, perfect plush pink lips and the widest set of shoulders you’ve ever seen.

You stand a little stunned, just staring at him until Yoongi nudges your arm and you realize that Jungkook is speaking. You can feel Yoongi’s eyes on you, briefly, but you know he’s itching to grill you and you’ll never live it down.

“Guys, this is Seokjin.” Jungkook smiles, waving a hand at his friend, “He’s on the archery team.”

Seokjin bows his head in greeting, “Hello.”

“Jungkook talks about you a lot. It’s nice to put a face to the name.” Yoongi says as you struggle to come up with anything that won’t give away how nervous you suddenly felt.

“This is Yoongi, and Y/n.”

Yoongi nudges your side again and you smile, “Nice to meet you.”

There’s a twitch in his eyebrow as his eyes focus on yours, and for a moment it feels as though he’s looking right through you. He’s looking at you, but his eyes are so intense you feel like you’re under a microscope, or having one of those weird naked dreams and nothing to cover your shame.

It seemed like the moment stretched on for ages, and you’re stuck in a void being watched by someone you can’t see.

Seokjin's lips pull into a smile and when he blinks, you do too. There’s something strange about the air in between the space you occupied, something unfamiliar but at the same time not completely unknown. You’re not quite sure how to feel about it and you’re not sure if the shiver going down your spine was from the AC.

When he looks away from you to look at Jungkook, you lean over to take the basket from Jungkook’s lax fingers – it was filled with way more things than you’d all come in for - announcing that you’re going to check out.

You and Yoongi leave them both talking, walking back to the front of the convenience store where the cashiers were. You’re wondering about what that could’ve been, teeth picking at the skin of your bottom lip, brows furrowed in thought.

“You sure you’re good, right? You seemed a bit gone back there.” Yoongi asks, unloading the contents of Jungkook’s basket onto the counter, shaking his head as he picks up a packet of mint gum and places it with the things.. “Well, actually, you looked stupid – and I don’t mean that in the way it sounds. You just kinda...blanked. Like the second you saw him you went outta your head.”

“Huh...” You look back to where Jungkook and Seokjin are still talking, still feeling watched even though he wasn’t looking. “Kinda felt like it.”

When you finally left the convenience store, a light drizzle had started. Your apartment complex isn’t far, less than five minutes from where you are.

Seokjin had parted from your small group, getting into a fancy black car parked at the curb after bidding you all goodnight.

The walk was quiet until you’d all gotten home, with Jungkook waving a little frantically at his door a good way down the hall. Yoongi made no move to get into his apartment next to yours, watching you fumble with your keys.

“Not going in?” you mumble, looking over your shoulder to catch him waving his phone at you.

“Nah, I’m gonna meet Hobi.” He says, “Need me to stay with you?”

You shake your head. Sometimes you felt as though you treated Yoongi like your therapist, he’s always there to listen when you need to vent, always being the shoulder to cry on. Always a listening ear without complaint.

“I’m okay Yoongi. Promise.” You smile, lifting the plastic bag that Jungkook had so graciously provided you with. “I’m gonna eat my woes away.”

Yoongi sighs, “You know you can’t say you’re okay and then follow with that.”

He steps over to you and hugs you a little awkwardly, patting your back. You appreciate his effort to sacrifice his comfort, even as you laugh a bit. “Text me if you need anything and I’ll come back.”

Relaxing in his hold, you sigh, “D’You think it’s just me? I mea-”

“-No.” Yoongi cuts in, rubbing small, comforting circles against your back, “Men are dicks. It ain’t you, trust me.”

He leans away, hooking his pinkie into the handle of the bag and shakes it a bit, “Eat and get some sleep, okay? Don’t go thinking too much.”

You wait until he’s down the hall and out of your sight to head inside. Kicking your shoes off, you flick on the lights and drag your feet to your small kitchen. You dig through the bag in search of your ramen, finding the chocolate popsicles Jungkook bought you.

Maybe you should talk to Yoongi about that marriage plan of yours. Just so that you’d have something to fall back on, so that later down the road when you’re sixty you’d have grandkids running around and not a few cats instead.

There’s a loud banging on your door that jolts you out of your sleep the next morning. The blackout curtains you’d bought a couple weeks ago were working, you have no idea what time it is. You also have no idea when you’d gotten to bed either, you remember eating the ramen and one of the popsicles.

You remember hearing Yoongi come home, the opening and closing of his door and the clink of his keys against the little bowl with the cat on it that you gave him.

You don’t remember much else, you certainly don’t remember crawling into bed or changing your clothes for that matter.

You groan as the pounding continues, rattling into the empty hallways of your sleepy mind and knocking on every door. Rolling over you pull your pillow with you, covering your head and willing the noise to end. Squinting at the little blue clock on your nightstand and the numbers that squint back, you lay there wondering who’d be knocking on your door this early on a Saturday.

“Police! Open up! I’ve got a warrant.” Jungkook’s muffled, disembodied voice filters through your apartment and you sigh, kicking at your covers because you know if you don’t get up he’ll stand there and ring your phone until you pick up.

Grumbling to yourself, you drag your feet to your front door and open it. Jungkook’s standing there with one hand raised, looking ready to knock again and too bright eyed for the hour. His other hand balances a coffee holder with four cups and a large brown bag.

“Don’t you have practice to get to? It’s seven am.” you step aside to let him in, covering your yawn with a hand.

“Good morning to you, too.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, wiggling the brown bag at you – the brown bag that’s doing a great job of concealing its contents. “I brought breakfast.”

You’re moving to close the door when a hand stops the motion and Hoseok’s poking his head into your entrance hallway.

His eyes are bright, even though he’s not a morning person, and his smile is brighter when he sees you, as it always is. He pushes the door open as you step back to allow it, coming in to wrap his lanky arms around you. “Heard your night sucked ass.”

His fingers tangle in the mess that is your bed head, but he doesn’t let go of you even as he tries to free them. He rubs circles into your back, and sighs, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” You laugh into his sweatshirt, the old one he kept from college even though it’s fraying at the edges and the blue isn’t as blue anymore. The one you threw up on the night Yoongi lost you in a crowd of college freshmen and you didn’t know your ass from your elbow.

“Someone has to, you know?”

Yoongi’s the last to come through your open doorway, shutting the door behind him, looking like he’d barely slept, dark hair sticking up at odd angles.

He frowns at you both, “Guys, c’mon. You’re blocking the way.” He pushes lightly at Hoseok’s back, making him walk forward still clinging to you.

“You’re gonna make me trip!” You laugh, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold. When you’re free of Hoseok’s cuddling, you trail after Yoongi and into the kitchen where Jungkook’s pulling carefully wrapped bagels out of the bag.

“What’s the catch, Jeon?” You ask, knowing that he should be on his way to practice right now. Not that you don’t trust the guy, it’s just that normally if Jungkook has practice, you won’t see him until it’s over and he’s back in the building.

“Can’t I just be nice and bring my best friend breakfast from her favorite cafe?”

“There’s always a catch.” Yoongi says as he plops down into a chair at your small kitchen table and Jungkook makes an offended sound at the back of his throat. Yoongi shrugs, pulling a coffee free from the holder and passes it to you.

“What do you need this time?” Taking the coffee from Yoongi, you take the seat next to him and Jungkook gives you one of the bagels.

“Can you drive me to practice today?”

Hoseok ruffles your hair as he passes, leaning around Jungkook to grab a coffee and a bagel for himself while Jungkook neatly folds the brown bag. “I’d take him but I gotta be at the studio in an hour...”

You hum waving a hand, “No worries.”

It’s ten am by the time you return back to your apartment. You’d stopped at the grocery store to pick up things you needed and had no choice but to lug all the bags up at once.

You would’ve liked to make trips, which you would usually do going up and down the elevator and getting weird looks from old Mrs Bailey two floors down. The elevator was once again getting serviced and you curse the stupid machine to the high heavens.

You take one step at a time, the weight of the bags digging uncomfortably into your fingers. You’re sure they’re red by now and you groan thinking about the way they’ll cramp up when you put the bags down.

“Need help?”

You almost drop your bags, body jerking in place as you stop to look behind you.

Seokjin is standing a few steps down on the platform between the flights, and you find it just a bit strange that you hadn’t heard him; footsteps echo in the stairwell. You don’t think much of it though; Yoongi walks like a cat and you can never tell when he’s behind you either.

You look down at the bags in your hands, giving Seokjin a light smile. “Yes please.”

He jogs up the remaining stairs to meet you, and you envy the bounce of his dark hair that falls perfectly back into place. He’s dressed more casually today, with a loose white tee-shirt tucked into black jeans. He gently takes the bags from one hand and reaches for the other.

“Oh, I’ve got these.” You chuckle the sound awkward to your own ears and you want the floor to open up and swallow you. Seokjin thankfully says nothing of it, though.

“Which floor are you on?”

“The one above us.”

“Oh really?” Seokjin smiles at you and waves his free hand, “Howdy neighbor.”

You blink at him, a little confused, “Huh?”

“I moved in this morning!” He’s already walking up and you step quickly to follow. “you know the apartment just before the staircase?”

“That’s great! It’s been empty for years. Hobi thinks it’s haunted because he says he keeps hearing noises.”

Seokjin laughs at that, the sound bouncing off the walls of the stairwell. His laugh’s kind of squeaky and it makes you laugh, too.

You both share a light conversation going up the last staircase, and it isn’t as awkward as you thought it’d be. It’s certainly better than last night when you tripped over your tongue just to say hi back.

Seokjin’s presence is oddly calming. Despite being a stranger, it feels as though you’ve been friends for a while. He’s telling you about how he’s planning on decorating his apartment while walking to yours, and asking your opinion on paint colors.

“White always makes a room look bigger. Could be too plain though, if you’re not into that.” You say, fishing your keys from the pocket of your jeans. He places the bags at your feet when you asked him to, “Thank you,”

“No problem,” He gives a smile, a small one that puffs up his cheeks. “Well...I better get going...lots to do.”

“Of course! Bye then.”

“If I don’t see you around, I’ll see you square.” With a very serious expression, Seokjin shoots you some finger-guns before walking away, laughing at his own joke.

You shake your head, chuckling to yourself as you unlock your door.

You throw yourself on Yoongi’s couch, which by the way, was way bigger than yours and way more comfortable.

You groan into the throw pillow, smacking your hand against the cushions. “Yoongi. You traitor. Who’s hand am I supposed to hold now?”

“Hobi’s always available for hand holding.” Yoongi mumbles, barely paying you mind as he gets ready to go out on a date. A Date! How dare he.

“His hand doesn’t get sweaty like yours does!” You turn your head, pressing your cheek against the pillow, “This is absolute betrayal. I’ll never ever forgive you.”

“Quit being dramatic.” Yoongi sighs, fastening the clip of a silver chain around his neck. You pout at him from your spot. “It’s only the first date. If it falls through you’re welcome to hold my hand for the rest of our lives.”

Yoongi doesn’t date often, you honestly can’t remember the last time he even mentioned having one to begin with. You kinda feel bad about your whining, only because you feel bad that everyone’s suddenly finding significant others while you suffer.

“I’m joking.” You say, sitting up, “You’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.” Yoongi smiles, all cute and gummy. “Now get out, I’m leaving.” He helps you up off the couch, grabbing his keys from the coffee table.

“You’re so rude!” You trail after him anyway, following him out his apartment. As he locks his door you poke his side, “What’s her name anyway?”

“Justine.” He glances at you, “Jungkook didn’t tell you? She’s on his archery team.”

“You met her through that rascal?” You scoff, crossing your arms, “You guys never tell me anything. When did you even have time to meet them?”

“Hey, I do other things when I’m not hanging out with you.” He walks you to your door, patting his pockets to make sure he has everything. “I’ll call you if I need to make a run for it.”

“Just go!” You push at his arm, waving goodbye, “Let me know how it goes!”

Yoongi’s in the elevator when he finally waves back, and you stay standing there long after the metal doors shut. Staring at your door, you sigh, you’re happy for him, really. Everyone else shouldn’t suffer with you.

“Hello.”

You startle, a frightened screech leaving you as you turn. The person behind you yells, too, backing away from you with wide eyes.

You press a hand to your chest and take a deep breath, “Dude. My heart almost fell out of my ass. Why are you sneaking up on me?”

“Why’d you scream like that? You scared me!” Seokjin presses his back against the wall behind him, a hand against his chest also.

He relaxes, hands dropping at his sides, and you do the same, laughing a bit at the situation.

“Did you need something?” You ask, watching as he steps closer.

“Actually.” He puts a finger up, “I came to make you an offer you can’t possibly refuse.”

“Huh?”

Seokjin straightens his form, smiling again, “I can help you.”

You blink, looking off to the side before your eyes settle on him again, “....help me with?”

Seokjin looks a little confused now, brows furrowing and he puts his hands behind his back and chuckles. “Your problem.”

When you stare at him blankly he sighs, “I can help you find the one you’re destined for.”

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No. I’m not drunk. I’m being serious!” He says, shaking his head, “Why do I always have to do this? I hate this part.”

He’s talking to himself now, and you’re trying to slot your key into your lock without him noticing. Maybe he is drunk, or maybe he’s one of those salespeople who try to talk you into buying shady things.

He suddenly looks at you and you freeze, giving a slow, awkward smile. “Um. Whatever it is... I’m okay. You should go lie down or something.”

“I’m not drunk.” Seokjin repeats, “Your friend went out on a date right? I saw him on the way up.”

That’s weird. Yoongi only left a few minutes ago, if Seokjin took the stairs there’s no way he would’ve seen him.

“I can help you with that. Getting a date, I mean.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Not me, no.” He seems to think for a moment, “I’m actually the only person that can help you. I’m a Cupid. And it’s my job to steer you in the right direction so you can find that person.”

You laugh and he frowns, but what else are you supposed to do? He looks completely serious, and you wave a hand at him.

“Okay.” You say even though you don’t believe him, giving him a thumbs up, “That’s nice. I’m gonna go...and you can go lay down, okay?”

You turn quickly, opening your door and slipping inside. You leave him standing there, shutting the door behind you.

“...oh-kay...”

“I’m so tired.” You press your forehead against the cool wooden table. This isn’t really the way you’d like to spend your Monday afternoon, sitting in a café trying to finish up an article due next week.

The café you frequented is a bit crowded today, some either coming in to get their fix of hot drinks to battle the autumn chill outside, or either just taking in the scenery. There really isn’t much to take in, the cafe is a small hole in the wall on a street corner, with wet roads and people passing by outside.

There’s a park across the street that looks better in the spring, empty now that it’s getting colder and winter’s on the cusp.

You raise your head to stare at your half completed article. Cursor blinking mockingly against the white backdrop of the open word document. At least it’s due by next Friday, you have time to wallow in the writer’s block that’s been plaguing you for days now.

You stare out the window and sigh, watching the people and the cars pass by, watching the light rain that’s been doing nothing but falling all morning. You thought that getting out of your apartment would’ve been better, a change of scenery to help you finish your work. Now that you’re sitting in this crowded café, it’s difficult to concentrate, you don’t know how the college kids do it.

You’re quite bored by yourself, usually, your friend from work, Brinny would be with you. If you’re not working, you could at least pass the time with some gossip or some sort of stimulating conversation. Brinny had to be at the office today, and honestly didn’t have time to meet with you, so you’re stuck struggling alone.

“Y/n?”

You turn your head at the call of your name, the barista behind the counter is waving you over. “Your coffee’s ready.”

Getting up, you hobble over, reaching the counter to take your coffee. The barista smiles at you, closed lipped with dimples you want to sink your fingers into.

Namjoon was new, and you’re glad to see he’s getting the hang of things. You’ve seen the guy spill more coffee beans than he grinds and he’s burned himself so many times that you’ve been permanently worried.

You’ve also seen him staring, always when he thinks you’re not looking. You’ve had a few conversations with him on days when the cafe isn’t so busy, he’d always have some quote from a writer you’ve never heard of or he’d talk to you about art. He’s nice.

He’s cute. Even as he fumbles now to let you know that he put an extra shot of espresso in your coffee because you look tired.

You thank him with a sweet smile before going back to your seat, hoping to remember to leave him a tip.

You sit, squinting at the time displayed on the clock widget of your laptop screen, glancing over at Namjoon again who’s busy behind the counter. Maybe you should take matters into your own hands and just ask him out. Might lead somewhere, hell, you might even have a great time.

“I mean...”

Your head whips around to the person who’s suddenly sitting opposite you. Seokjin looks fashionable in a black coat over a white turtleneck sweater as he pulls a burgundy scarf from around his neck. He’s looking at Namjoon too, squinting at the man. “He’s nice and all but it won’t work out, trust me.”

“Are you stalking me?” You ask, still a little shocked because you didn’t see him approach, you didn’t even hear the chair move. He’s just there.

Seokjin chuckles deeply, the sound a far cry from his high laugh. He turns to look at you, “Me? No. I was just passing by and saw you. Thought I should say hi.”

“Hi. You can go now.”

“Wow.” Seokjin presses a hand to his chest, faux hurt morphing his features, “You wound me.”

“Seriously. Why are you here? Because it kinda looks like you’re stalking me.” You lean back into your chair, crossing your arms.

Seokjin tilts his head at you, expression serious as he simply stares. His eyes are intense, like the night you met him and you know that the shiver that runs through you isn’t from the cold; the café is warm.

“I’m honestly trying to help you.” He says after a while, expression unchanging.

“Right. ‘Cause you’re Cupid?”

“A Cupid. We are many.” He corrects you, putting a finger up. “Trust me, asking Namjoon out is gonna do more harm than it’s worth. Some things are just meant to happen in passing.”

You sigh harshly through your nose, closing down your laptop to stare at him without it in the way. “Listen.”

“You had a really great opportunity to say “Lend me your ear!”. I find that wording more effective in catching my attention, but I digress; speak away.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath as his laugh fills the silence between you. Funny, just Saturday morning you were thinking he was kind of cute with his stupid jokes and his finger-guns and his stupid laugh. Now he’s getting on your nerves and he’s beginning to give you the creeps with how persistent he is about this Cupid thing.

It's always the pretty ones.

“Okay, look.” You raise a hand because you can see he’s about to open his stupid mouth to say something even more stupid. He gives you his full attention, leaning in a bit like he’s waiting to hear the secret to DaVinci’s code. “Do you...perhaps have a psychiatrist I can call for you? Or a guardian?”

His expectant expression drops, he looks agitated now and you’ll take that as a small victory. “I’m not craz....” Trailing off, he slumps back into his seat, “I give up. Why do I always get stuck with the stubborn ones? I’m just trying to do my job.”

He’s talking to himself again, loud enough for you to hear him. He waves a hand at you, looking out the window petulantly, “Do as you wish. Ask him out. I’ll be swinging by to say ‘I told you so’ when it crashes and burns.”

“You know. You definitely can’t be Cupid with that attitude.”

“A Cupid. It’s not just me.” He huffs, sucking his teeth, “Why am I even still here talking to you?”

“I could ask you the same thing, really.”

Seokjin side eyes you, slowly turning his head in a way that you decided at that moment was quite unnatural. There’s something weird about the motion, he’s weird, and that’s all there is to it. He’s no Cupid, and honestly kind of curious about what made him think he was.

“Go for it then.” He waves a hand in Namjoon’s direction, “Don’t let me stop you.”

You feel petty, but you also feel the indescribable need to prove him wrong, so you get up, chair scraping against the floor. “Fine. Watch me.”

Seokjin gives you an unimpressed look, sighing as though you’re the one making his life difficult.

You march your way over to the counter, now that the rush died down, Namjoon’s just sitting idly in a corner, phone in hand. He looks up at your approach, smiling sweetly.

“Hey, need something?” He asks, getting up from the chair he occupied to meet you at the counter.

“Um..” Abort. Abort! Namjoon is looking at you patiently, waiting as you wipe your suddenly sweaty hands on your jeans. You take a breath, “Are you free on Friday?”

“Huh? Y-yeah. I could be?” He looks just as nervous as you do, another small victory; you’re not alone! “Why?”

“I was thinking that maybe we can get a drink? If you’re okay with it?”

“Oh! Yeah. I’d like that, yeah. Let me just... I’ll write my number down for you.” Smiling, he goes around to the other end of the counter, looking for a paper to write on before giving up and grabbing a napkin.

You turn, ready to rub your pettiness into Seokjin’s face but he’s gone. And so is your coffee.

“Dude I mean...are you sure?” Yoongi looks skeptical, raising a dark brow at you as he wipes down a table. He settles chairs into their rightful spots, stuffing napkins into the fancy napkin holders. “Last week you were literally ready to cry over a failed date and you asked a guy out?”

“I was not.” You say, “Water on a duck’s back my friend. This guy’s actually nice, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t go off with some other chick halfway through our date.”

“Well, I thought that you’d just give it a bit of time before going again.” He pauses to look at you, halfway across the empty bar, folding the cloth he was using. “I know you want what everyone else seems to be getting – I’ve noticed it too, lots of couples running around like it’s valentines or something. But I think you should just wait it out.”

“Yoongi.” You whine his name, laying your head against your arm. “I’m not getting any younger.”

“I know.” Yoongi smiles at the offended sound you make, “Everything happens on its own time, sweetheart. Just gotta be patient. Wait a little.”

“But what if I just wait forever?” You mumble, picking at the skin around your fingernails.

“I didn’t say it for you to get sad, you know.” Yoongi walks over to you, he smiles gently, “If you wait forever then I’ll meet you at the end. You can hold my hand while we wait together..” He offers his hand to you, wiggling his fingers.

You give a watery laugh, taking his hand with a sniffle, “That was so corny.”

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”

When seven pm rolls around you’re sitting at the bar, sipping on a rum coke that Yoongi gave you to calm your nerves.

The bar’s a little quiet, but you know that it’ll get rowdier as the hours go on. Yoongi’s sitting opposite you, picking at his nails in his boredom.

“I hope tonight doesn’t get busy. Hobi couldn’t come out cause he has some dance things to finalize...”

“It’s Friday, though...” You point to the door with a tilt of your head as a group walks in. Looking fresh out of the office in their business suits and briefcases. Yoongi sighs, hopping off his stool to go greet them.

You spot Namjoon coming through the door next, pulling headphones out his ears and smiling when he sees you. He reaches you in a few long strides, sitting next to you with a soft greeting.

You catch Yoongi’s double take, and the raise of his eyebrows but think nothing of it.

In the hour that goes by, the bar picks up and Yoongi has company behind the counter. Namjoon has you giggling and blushing every time he looks at you, you’d like to think this is going well.

You do the normal routine, getting to know each other, trading jokes. He’s easy to talk to and you like that.

He and Yoongi go way back – Or so he’s told you. You didn’t know this, but when does Yoongi actually tell you anything? – and they make easy conversation while he works. You’re not getting the looks Yoongi keeps trying to send you, though. You’re usually in tune with each other’s signals, but Yoongi’s been sending up smoke all night, because what does he even mean?

“You guys need anything?” Yoongi comes over for the third time, nodding at your empty glass.

“I’m good, thanks.” You wave him away, why’d he keep interrupting?

Yoongi sighs, moving away to help Jimin bring out more glasses from the back room.

“This was nice. I don’t get out much...” Namjoon says, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “I uh...wanted to ask you something...”

“Sure, what’s up?”

Namjoon looks a little nervous, playing with his fingers. “You know, last week when you came to the cafe? It was Wednesday, I think... You came with someone... Brunette about yay high?”

You know who he’s talking about before he actually asks. You sip on your rum coke just so you’d have something to do, watching as Namjoon gives a height estimate with a hand.

“You mean Brinny? Yeah...she works with me.”

You don’t blame him, Brinny’s a darling, an absolute angel. You feel like a complete clown, though. Maybe you’re cursed, or maybe you’ve pissed off some wrathful god in your past life.

You didn’t mean to visibly deflate, really you didn’t , but honestly, you’re tired. You feel like you’re stuck in an endless loop of ‘yeah, this isn’t gonna work out.’.

Namjoon pauses, eyes widening, “Oh God. This wasn’t a date was it?”

Ah, ignorance is bliss indeed. He looks genuinely worried, a crinkle between his brows as they furrow. Eyes round and a hand reaching out hesitantly, like he’s not sure he’s allowed to touch you even if he seeks to comfort you.

“What?” You snort, smacking his arm playfully. It’s the only way you can ease out of it so you don’t burst into tears in front of him. “No way! You’re a cool guy. I can totally put in a good word for you. Brinny’s nice.”

If Namjoon isn’t convinced - and you’re pretty damn sure he isn’t – he doesn’t show it. He nods slowly, smiling a little – a lot – awkwardly at you before throwing back the whiskey in his glass.

“Hey, slow down a bit, yeah?” Yoongi covers the top of your glass with a hand, frowning at you. You stare at his hand, at the rings that glint in the soft lighting of the bar with a pout. He quickly pulls it to him when you reach for it and instead passes you a bottle of water. “Drink this, sober up.”

“D’wanna.” You slur, leaning forward to press your forehead against the cool bar top. Yoongi taps your arm, and you make a disgruntled sound at the back of your throat raising your head with some effort. You prop your chin in your palm and blink slowly at him. “I wanna not exist right now. I’m so embarrassed!”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Yoongi scoffs, twisting the cap off the bottled water, he presses it firmly to your hand. The bar eventually died down, unusual for a Friday but you’re thankful. A whole lot less people to witness your downward spiral into self pity with the help of Yoongi’s fancy drinks. “I swear I thought you knew. I was trying to tell you.”

“What am I supposed to do with your blank ass stare, Min Yoongi?”

“Just drink the water.”

Yoongi leaves you be, walking away to greet someone that waved him over. You stare at the bottle with a frown before picking it up and downing nearly half. “Cupid must be on a holiday or something.”

“I wish.” Seokjin plops himself onto the barstool next to you, and you groan, because he’s the last person you want to see. You hadn’t seen him all week since you asked Namjoon out for drinks, you were just starting to get comfortable. “I could be somewhere nice and sunny right now. Instead I’m stuck looking after you.”

“How are you literally appearing out of nowhere?” You ask, a little sober now, enough to question the way he just randomly popped in.

“I’ve been trying to tell you, but all you do is call me names and hurt my feelings.” Seokjin rolls his eyes, “Enough about me though, I want to hear about your date.” He gives a cocky smile and you really want to punch it right off his pretty face.

“There’s nothing to tell.” You grumble, and Seokjin chuckles.

“I told you so.” He says, shrugging, “You wouldn’t listen.”

“That was a coincidence.” Your throat burns.

“Or was it?” Seokjin nudges your shoulder with his, “Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are you so annoying?” You fire back and he purses his lips, raising a perfect brow at you. “I really think you’re stalking me. How’d you know I’d be here?”

“I was just passing by.”

“Right.” You huff, rolling your eyes before leaning forward, “I’m gonna be alone forever.”

“Well, if you’d let me actually do my job you won’t have to worry about that.”

Something hot is burning behind your eyes, throat tightening. You’re once again asking if you’re doing something wrong. You don’t get it, you’re a damn catch! Anyone would be lucky to have you.

You sniffle, swirling the water around in the bottle as tears blurs your vision.

“Please don’t cry.” Seokjin says, but it’s not at all comforting. It comes out in a ‘Are you serious?’ kind of way that only makes you want to cry even more, so you hop off the stool, shooting Yoongi a text on your way out of the bar.

You’re quite aware of Seokjin trailing behind you like he’s got nowhere else to be. Your phone vibrates somewhere in the depths of your bag but you ignore it, promising that you’ll just let Yoongi know when you get home.

“Can you stop following me?” You stop, turning around to face Seokjin.

“We live in the same apartment building!” He points in the direction you’re walking, rolling his eyes, “Is it a crime to go home now?”

“Well can you at least not walk so damn close to me? You’re giving me the creeps.” Turning on your heel you continue walking, and thankfully, Seokjin doesn’t follow until you’re at least five steps ahead.

“My offer still stands, you know!” There’s no reason for him to shout, but he’s doing it anyway. “This’ll keep happening if you don’t accept it!”

You stop walking again, bowing your head to stare at the concrete below your feet. His footsteps slow and stop too, waiting.

“If...If I say yes. Would you leave me the hell alone?” You sigh, looking over your shoulder at him. He’s standing a few steps behind, hands in the pockets of his coat.

“No, but I can leave you alone for the rest of the night if you want.”

You tilt your head back, looking up at the overcast sky. Hoping for it to open up and give you the answer to all your problems. Honestly, what do you have to lose? Best that could happen is that he actually leaves you alone after this and you can go back to figuring it out on your own. Even though you’d already tried that and well...yeah.

“Fine.” You mutter softly, and Seokjin jogs over to you quicker than you can make sense of his movements. “I accept your stupid offer.”

“Finally.” Seokjin smiles, prettily, the glow of the street lamp looks like a halo above his head and for a second, you really believe that he’s an angel. He sticks out a hand, “You have to shake on it.”

“Are you serious?” You deadpan, staring at his hand as though it offended you.

“Yes.” There’s mirth in his eyes and you think he’s pulling your leg, but you shake his hand anyway. “Great! I’ll see you in the morning then.”

You look down at your hand as he walks away, grimacing, “You’re so weird.”

When you look up, Seokjin is gone and you’re standing on the sidewalk completely alone.

::

True to his word, you didn’t see Seokjin for the rest of the night. You’d gotten home, stared at his closed door for a while, having half a mind to knock and ask exactly what you’d gotten yourself into.

You thought that, yes, finally, he’ll leave you alone for good. That today when you had woken up bright and early, you’d be able to get some work done, maybe even clean up the apartment a bit.

You couldn’t be happier to work from home, even though it offers more distractions than you're able to deal with, it’s better to write from the comfort of your own home.

Though, Monday you had to be in the office to discuss some things with your team manager. You know that he’s going to ask about how your article is coming along, so you want enough of it finished by then.

You’re sipping on your coffee, content to watch the world wake up from behind your window, and there’s someone knocking at your door.

Sighing you place your cup on the coffee table, taking your sweet time to walk even as the knocks get insistent. You’re expecting Jungkook at the other side, or Yoongi coming over to give you a piece of his mind for bailing on him last night.

It’s just Seokjin, though. Standing there in black track pants and a white sweater, dark blue recurve bow in hand.

“Isn’t that dangerous to walk around with?”

“Not unless you’re my target.” Seokjin smiles, “Get ready, you’re coming with me.”

“I don’t think so, I have a lot of things to do today.”

“You really don’t.” He taps your forehead with a finger, but you’re not quite sure what he means by that. “Please hurry. I don’t want to be late.”

He races back down the hall, stopping to knock on Jungkook’s door before heading to his own apartment.

::

“Tell me again why I needed to drive you two?” You grumble, car slowing to a stop in the parking lot of Straight Arrow Archery Center. Jungkook gets out with a quick thanks, jogging through the parking lot.

“So I can start today, the quicker I get this done, the quicker I’ll be out of your hair.” Seokjin takes his time getting his things from the backseat, “C’mon.”

He waits until you're out of the car, rocking back on his heels before he marches across the parking lot. You’re following with quicker steps, trying to keep up with his longer strides.

The local archery range was owned by their coach, and they practice indoors when they’re not in the back field during the colder months. A big looming building, with large windows and chipping paint. You’ve only been inside a couple of times, once when Jungkook’s team was going against a team from the city over.

The heat’s blasting in the building, and you rub your hands together to help them warm up faster. Seokjin leads you through the front entrance of the building, where they have different types of bows mounted on the walls. There’s a board behind the counter, pinned full of photos of past teams and flyers about the center and archery safety.

The back room where the range actually is, some of the archers are taking practice shots or sitting against the back wall getting ready. You see Jungkook securing his quiver to his waist, joking with some of his teammates.

“Are you any good?” You ask Seokjin just to taunt and he purses his lips at you, leading you over to one of the many benches scattered around the range.

You sit and watch him set his bow up, attaching the stabilizers, sight and clicker to the front of the bow. He slips the chest guard over his head, sliding his arm through the loop, when he’s securing the arm guard against his forearm he finally answers you.

“I can shoot an apple off your head blindfolded.” He winks, “If you get hungry or anything, there’s a vending machine outside.” With that he jogs off at the call of the coach, the rest of the team following behind.

“Alright you guys, we all know that winter’s coming up, so we have a couple of weeks left to train up for the last competition. After that, we have some time off before the regionals in February.” The coach says, clapping her hands, “So! During these last weeks, I’ll be picking six of you for the competition!”

You watch on, genuinely interested in what’s being said. Jungkook had mentioned regionals a few times, talking about his excitement and nerves. The coach goes on a moment more about what she expects from her team and a few changes for meeting dates.

“Alright, let’s do our best today!” She says, waving them off, “Teams of three please. Seokjin, you’re up first.”

You perk up more, eyes following Seokjin’s movements as he stands behind a marker taped to the ground. He pulls an arrow from the quiver at his hip, the fletching and nock a shimmering gold that catches the overhead lights. He nocks the arrow, pulling the string back to his cheek and aims.

When he releases, you barely see the arrow cut through the air, you only hear the sharp whistle and the dull thump of it hitting the target dead center. The team claps and you’re not far enough to miss their mutterings as Seokjin walks forward to retrieve his arrow.

“He’s so cool!”

Half an hour later, you’re scrolling through your phone, finally answering the million and one texts Yoongi sent you last night.

Seokjin’s skill with the bow honestly surprised you, the way he’d nock and fire off arrows with inhuman precision was actually terrifying. It almost had you believing his little tirade, just almost, you’d yet to be convinced by his claims of being Cupid.

Part of you does believe him, though, as much as you’d hate to even think it. There’s just something strange about him. The way he’d seemingly appear from nowhere, disappear without a sound and – you truly believe that it was a coincidence – the way he knew that pursuing Namjoon would not be in your favor. There’s honesty in his eyes when he speaks of it, either you’re easy to be swayed or he honest to God believes he’s Cupid.

A Cupid, your mind berates and you scowl, shaking your head.

“I didn’t think you’d stick around.” Jungkook sits on the bench next to you, digging around his duffle bag, “I can take the bus back you know?”

“I know, I’m actually waiting for Mr Sharpshooter over there.” You wave your hand in a vague direction, not too certain where Seokjin was standing.

Jungkook nudges your shoulder, “I see how it is.” He wiggles his eyebrows, “I’m definitely taking the bus home.”

“Now why would you say that?” You raise a brow, pocketing your phone, “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not that.”

“Sure it isn’t.” He over exaggeratedly winks, quieting to unwrap a sandwich and take a bite. “He’s pretty cool, though. I approve. He’ll have a hard time with Yoongi though...” He says through his mouthful, brows creased - a little angrily - as he chews.

“There’s nothing to approve!” You push his shoulder while he laughs, almost choking on his sandwich. “Kook. Can I ask you something?”

“Hm, yeah. What’s it?”

“Have you actually ever spoken about Seokjin before?” You think about how strange it is, Yoongi mentioned that Jungkook’s spoken of Seokjin before. Now that you’ve asked the question, you realise that you’ve never once heard of him. Most of the time if you’re not by yourself, you’re with the guys, and they aren’t usually by themselves either. Though, it could be nothing, could have been a conversation you weren’t privy to, just something you missed.

Jungkook rarely talks about his practices, unless something big happens, like the regionals announcement or when he wouldn’t let you, Yoongi or Hoseok forget that he fired the winning arrow during the summer semi’s even though you were all there to witness it. Seokjin’s never once come up, you don’t think.

You don’t remember seeing Seokjin in the times you’ve visited the Range or at any of the competitions, though, he seems to be well acquainted with everyone, and no one thinks it’s strange.

Jungkook stops mid bite, brows furrowing out of confusion now – and not because he really likes his sandwich – he nods, slowly.

“Yeah? I think so...” He doesn’t sound as though he believes his own words, “Yup, yeah. Definitely did.” He nods more surely, “....I think?”

“Are you sure? Because...”

“Bad mouthing me? I’ve only been gone thirty minutes, that’s rude.”

You look up to find Seokjin watching you with a raised brow. He unclips the belt at his waist to remove the quiver before he sits down, squinting at you. “What?”

“Nothing...it’s nothing...” You quickly look back to your phone, replying to Yoongi’s recent text.

“I’m gonna get something to drink from the vending machine, want anything?” Jungkook asks, shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and dusting his hands, you shake your head and he shrugs, “I’ll bring you back whatever, then.”

With that he leaves, lengthy hair bouncing with his steps as he makes his way out. You could feel Seokjin’s eyes on you and you slowly turn your head to face him, he’s indeed staring at you, in a way that makes you want to squirm and be as far away from him as possible.

“You have questions.” It’s a statement, because he knows.

“A few.” You nod, studying his features. He looks absolutely normal, nothing awry about him in visage. Leaning closer to him you ask softly for the sake of not being overheard. “Are you really a Cupid?”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow, watching you with thinly veiled suspicion, “What brought this on?”

“I’m just really curious.”

Seokjin hums, “I already told you, I am. I was extremely clear. Why? Change of heart? Or are you just trying to appease me by going along with it?”

There’s a hint of bite in his words, and you suddenly remember him saying that he gives up in the cafe, and realize, if he is indeed what he claims, you’re truly making his job harder. He’s like a venomous snake, poised and ready to strike if you misstep.

For a moment, you think it’s best to never get on his bad side if the slight irritation that darkens his eyes makes you feel cornered.

“I was just wondering.” You say, “It’s just strange how you just suddenly- I don’t think Jungkook knows you as well as he thinks. Yoongi definitely doesn’t know you either.”

“Ah.” He sighs, tilting his head curiously, “What I think is strange is that you noticed that.”

“You know... you’re kind of creepy. I think, sometimes it feels as though you’re normal but then it feels odd, like you’re an anomaly.”

“I’ll try not to be. But that’s just your senses telling you what you don’t want to believe.” Seokjin raises a hand to tap your forehead lightly with a finger.

You frown, “I’m not spiritual.”

“You don’t have to be.” He shrugs, “In terms for you to understand, I walk on a higher frequency than you do. Our energies are completely different, and it doesn’t matter if you are consciously aware of it or not, you’re going to realize that.”

“Okay.” You nod, trying to absorb the words that tumbled out of his mouth even though he basically dumbed it down for you. You’re still not certain if you believe what he says or if your mind is protecting you so that you just take it and run. “Why are you helping me?”

It feels silly to ask, but you’d like to think you’re not so deep and lost within the fog of your non-existent love life that a Cupid would take pity on you enough to step in.

“I hate seeing people struggle. It’s just so sad. You humans are like lambs without a shepherd; wandering aimlessly.” He sighs as though he’s in pain, before a smile breaks and his squeaky laugh follows, “I’m joking...partly.”

You roll your eyes, “No really, I want to know.”

“I don’t think you do.” Seokjin shakes his head, mirth lights his eyes still. Though you just stare at him, waiting, and he sighs, “I’m not supposed to tell you, but I suppose I already crossed a million lines telling you I’m a Cupid.”

He taps a finger against his chin, “I’m trying to get a promotion, it’s extremely important that we get this settled.”

“...what?” You frown, narrowing your eyes at him, “Are you joking?”

“I do find myself hilarious, but no.”

“I thought angels wouldn’t lie.”

Seokjin gasps as though you’d offended him, and judging by the look on his face you probably had. “When have I ever lied to you?”

“Just then. I’m supposed to believe that angels have what? A corporate system?”

“First of all, I do not lie. I just omit small things.” He pokes a finger at you and you swat at it. You want to tell him that telling a half lie is just lying while trying to seem truthful. “Secondly, yes. But I can’t tell you anything more on that, so don’t ask.”

You grumble to yourself, leaning back and away in time to spot Jungkook coming back with more than just drinks.

“He’s quite impulsive.” Seokjin chuckles, and you can only agree.

“Where are we going?” You trail behind Seokjin, down a busy street. Once again, struggling to keep up with his long legs.

“I’ve got a few potential candidates for you, all of which can work out though it mostly depends on your choices.” Seokjin slows down for your sake, “I’m not allowed to outright tell you who’s right for you, I can tell you who’s the wrong choice however.”

“Wouldn’t it just be easier if you told me?”

“It would, but it’s against the rules and frankly takes the fun out of everything.”

“You want to see me suffer?” You cross your arms, and Seokjin chuckles, shaking his head as he turns to face you. He plants his hands on your shoulders, hands drifting down to unfold your arms.

“I think you’ve suffered enough. All work and no pl-“ Seokjin pauses, looking past you. The change in his easy going expression is startling, the humor dimming to be replaced by anger, jaw tensing.

You take a half step away from him, wondering what could bring about his change of mood so swiftly. Curious, you turn to look.

A couple stopped just a few steps from you both, they're both dressed warmly to combat the weather. The guy seems a little shocked, enough that the girl you assume is his girlfriend asks him if he’s okay.

He offers her a smile, one that seemed a little nervous to you. He eyes you for a moment, with the same intensity that Seokjin sometimes does, before his eyes settle on the man next to you.

“Hyunjin.” Seokjin says, eyes flaring with something indiscernible. His voice is clipped, stare harsh as he takes a single step forward.

“Seokjin.” The man replies curtly, pulling his girlfriend slightly behind him, “How about we talk about this elsewhere?”

He motions a hand to the people passing by who was paying no mind to either of you. Seokjin turns on his heel, walking briskly and you stumble to follow.

Seokjin is unusually quiet as he leads you through the streets, and you wonder just who Hyunjin is to him for him to react this way.

You pass by familiar places, the café where Namjoon works, and across the street to the park that was suspiciously empty.

You’re afraid to ask Seokjin what the matter was, mindful of the way you can feel the anger radiating off of him. So you keep quiet, stopping when he does, and sitting on the park bench when he tells you to.

He keeps walking, stopping a good distance away, waiting.

Hyunjin sighs, placing a gloved hand against his girlfriend’s cheek. “I won’t be long, okay?”

She nods and he leaves, walking towards Seokjin. As she sits next to you, you offer her a smile, “Sorry, I hope we aren’t interrupting you two.”

“It’s okay.” She says, pushing her glasses back up her nose with a hand. She glances over to where Seokjin and Hyunjin are talking briefly. “Is he your friend?”

You snort, friend is one hell of a reach, “Fortunately not.”

“I’m Nikki.” She offers a hand that you shake.

“Y/n.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Seokjin’s voice raises and both you and Nikki turn toward them, “You can fall for this. She’s human, Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin walks away, leaving Seokjin to gawk in disbelief. They both look angry enough to ignite the air around them, and Hyunjin ignores the call of his name, eyes softening when he lays them on Nikki. She stands at his approach, taking the hand that he offers. He gives you a long look, “I’d let him cool off first.”

You can only nod, voicing a soft goodbye as they leave.Turning your head you watch Seokjin who was too busy staring daggers into Hyunjin’s retreating form.

You give him a moment, waiting until Hyunjin and Nikki are across the street, until they merge into the crowd. You sit quietly, toeing the stone path beneath your shoe, kicking at a pebble and watching it roll its way away from you.

Eventually, Seokjin makes his way back, sitting next to you with a long drawn out sigh. “I have a headache.”

“You get those?” genuinely curious, you ask, but the withering glare Seokjin sends your way makes you snap your mouth shut. “Who is he?”

Seokjin sighs, running a hand through his hair in a way that’s deceptively human. You’re once again jealous of the way the strands fall back into place like they weren’t disturbed, making a note to ask him what shampoo he uses.

“Hyunjin is...” he shakes his head, jaw clenching, “We’ve been searching for him for a year. A guardian angel. That girl is his charge and up until now they’ve both been missing.

He said that he won’t leave her. That he would rather fall because he loves her. Ridiculous. It’s wrong, there’s only one way that could end and it’s not going to be nice. His duty isn't to love her that way.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it...” You mutter quietly.

“Of course you wouldn’t. You don’t understand, there’s no way that you can begin to. He’s putting her and himself in danger.”

He quiets and you do too, the air is still charged and Seokjin goes off muttering to himself. You glance at him and you can see that he’s thinking, fingers pressed against his lips as he stares at nothing in particular. It isn’t your business, but you ask anyway, “Are you gonna tell them that you found him?”

“I should.” Seokjin replies after a moment more of silence, “For now, though, I’ll turn a blind eye. I have more important things to do.”

“Right, yeah.” You nod, eyeing him carefully, “What were you saying earlier? Candidates?”

You’re not quite sure how people find watching sports exhilarating. Though, you’re here for Jungkook – and Seokjin - sitting on a bench between Yoongi and Hoseok, cheering as loudly as you can.

Its the last competition before the break, and if the Athens shoot the winning arrow, they’ll be at regionals next year.

You’d wished him and Seokjin luck before they’d left this morning, knowing well the latter didn’t need it at all. You know Jungkook was nervous, you can see him bouncing his leg even from where you are.

“Any bets?” Yoongi nudges your arm with his, passing you a soda, “I hope Jungkook doesn’t drop his bow or anything...”

“Nah, he’ll be fine. Seokjin’s on his team, there’s no way they’d lose.”

“You’ve been hanging out with him a lot.” Hoseok comments, and you spot him dipping his fingers into the pocket of his sweater only to come out with a gummy worm.

You wiggle your fingers at him, he side eyes you but gives you some anyway. “He’s cool.” You shrug, ignoring the soft snort that leaves Yoongi.

“Right.” There’s a knowing look that Yoongi sends you, one that you also ignore.

The teams take turns, women from opposite sides going first, and then the men, all scoring fairly well for their teams. It’s a moment again before the last shooters are ready, and they can either make or break the win.

Five minutes and a couple more gummy worms after, Seokjin is finally stepping up to his marker. If he scores a full ten, the Athens would take the win.

He nocks his arrow the way you’ve seen him done before, and the crowd quiets, waiting with baited breath. He takes aim and your squeezing Hoseok’s hand, he releases the arrow. There’s the sharp whistle, louder that the stands are still, and the sound of it hitting the target.

The folks that came all the way from your city to watch cheers the loudest as Seokjin and his team celebrates the win.

You’re all gathered in your apartment after the match. Though, Everyone had decided that celebrations would wait until the morning, desperate to get home and out of the cold of the winter air and into the warm houses. You just wished someone could convince the archers in your friend group.

Seokjin had insisted on doing something, claiming to be busy the next day. He’d drag you all off to the market, rushing you around to pick stuff from a crumpled list he pulled from the bottom of his duffle bag.

“Hey,” Seokjin says greets softly, passing you an opened beer with a soft smile.

“Thanks” You smile back, because he’ll just nag your ear off until he gets you to smile. Seokjin’s been in the kitchen since you all came back, shooing both you and Yoongi attempting to help, claiming culinary genius.

Your apartment does smell aromatic; filled with a blend of different spices. You know whatever Seokjin’s making is gonna knock your socks off. “You better wow me with your cooking. After you chased me out of my own kitchen.” You tease, and Seokjin chortles.

“Trust me, my cooking is unmatched.” He says confidently, chest puffing up.

You hum around the mouth of your beer, “Uh huh. You’ll have to prove that. No one’s better than Yoongi.”

Seokjin side eyes you playfully, poking at your stomach with a finger that you grab onto, “Yeah, Yeah.”

He quiets, wiggling his finger in your grip, “I wanted to do something nice.”

You make a confused sound in the back of your throat, because what more could he possibly want to do? He’s already helping you find the person you’re meant to be with, and on top of that, have the patience of Mother Theresa and you remain stubborn to a fault. Though, you suppose, he has his nature and you do too.

Hoseok and Jungkook are watching some age old holiday film, not paying mind to either you or Jin. Yoongi had long said he’d be back, though it’s been a half hour with no sign of your grumpy best friend.

“Wanna help me in there?” Seokjin points his thumb over his shoulder, and you raise a brow, “You can help me cut some stuff; I’ve only got two hands.”

“You sure you actually need my help?”

“She’s a disaster in the kitchen.” Yoongi suddenly appears behind Seokjin, a bottle of whisky in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. “I’ll help.”

You make an offended sound, “I’ll have you know that I am great at cutting stuff!”

Yoongi only hums, slinking off like a bored feline into the kitchen. Seokjin pats your head, “You know how to hold a knife, right?”

“Why are you cutting it like that?”

You look down at the cutting bored through the tears stinging your eyes, and you sniffle, “I could barely fucking see. I hate cutting onions.”

Yoongi shoos you away, taking the knife gently from your hold, “Go wash your eyes.”

You shuffle, partly blinded by the sting and tears in your eyes to the sink, arms stretched out before you as your only guide. A warm hand grasps your wrist, leading you forward, “I thought you said you were good at it.”

Seokjin’s voice holds amusement, and you don’t have to see him to know he’s getting a kick out of the situation. You want to tell him that your skill with cutting vegetables and the onion’s rhine burning your eyes has absolutely nothing to do with each other, but you’re too busy trying to find the tap with your hands.

He turns the tap on for you as you lean down towards the flow, and you feel his hands pulling your hair back and out of the way. Sweet relief comes with the cool stream of water rinsing the sting from your eyes, though they’re still irritated enough for you to dig the heels of your palms into them when you straighten. “Onions are evil.”

“Are they?” Seokjin gently pulls your hands away from your face, “Don’t rub them.”

“Tell that the itch driving me up a wall.” You’re a little surprised at how close he is, barely an inch away from you. The rhythmic sound of Yoongi cutting vegetables fades to background noise that you can barely focus on, distracted by Seokjin’s brown eyes peering into yours and the gentle way he swipes his thumbs under your lower lids.

“They’re all red now.” He says softly, and he seems distracted too, eyes filtering away from yours and somewhere lower.

“You guys want me to leave?” Yoongi drawls, effectively breaking the moment, “I can do that you know. Just walk right outta here.” He’s pointing the knife over his shoulder, eyebrow raised, though there’s humour in his eyes.

You pull away from Seokjin’s hands, clearing your throat, “Can I finish cutting the onions now?”

“No, but you can start on the bell peppers for me.” Seokjin hands you a small glass bowl with yellow and red peppers, and you do your best to ignore his fingers brushing yours.

When dinner was ready, the four of you gather at the table, trading laughs and stories and you feel content in this moment. Watching your boys be happy, and Jungkook laughing so hard he chokes only to be scolded by Yoongi. Seokjin next to you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him.

You wonder how it’ll be once his job’s done and he leaves, would you miss him? He’s still as weird as you thought he was that time you met him in your hallway. You’ll miss his laugh, and the way he can comfort you without trying, you’ll miss him doing his best to make you happy even when he doesn’t have to.

The way he pulled you close when one of your first dates went wrong even with his meddling.

You’ll miss him.

Seokjin’s grown quite fond of you, he thinks, a dangerous thing, he believes. Over the weeks that passed, he’s successfully done his job; setting you on the right track to find your person.

The first couple of dates, Seokjin seeked out people you were familiar with, rather than strangers.

He’d stay close by at all times, observing from a distance. On the days when you’d rather not do anything, Seokjin would meet in your apartment. He’d never tell you that the thing’s you’d have him get up to weren’t what he’d consider fun. He’d go anyway, content to watch you instead of whatever movie you’d convinced him to watch with you.

That’s when he realized it.

Funny, really.

Seokjin has seen love before, as it is, his duty was to bring those who are fated together by a series of coincidences. A meet-cute here, a spilled coffee there, even going as far as to reunite friends who've grown up and apart from each other. He’s seen how love can make people bloom like flowers in the spring, and change like seasons together.

He’s seen love make people go distances they’d have never dared to otherwise. He’s seen it in simple words and touches, grand and minute gestures.

So, Seokjin knows what love is when he feels it. It’s that feeling he gets in his chest when you smile, poking fun at him because there’s always something that’s so distinctively human he would never understand. Strange now that it makes him happy, you’re at a point where you no longer deny him being your friend when other people ask, when you take his teasing in stride like friends do.

You’re happier now, despite the trial and error and the hoops you have to jump through to get where you want to be.

It’s the way your hand felt in his when you held it for the first time. It was after one of your many dates, a Saturday evening when the sun was already dragging the moon into the sky.

First snow, and you’d both sat on swings in an empty park far away from where you’d normally venture. Crystalline flakes fluttered into your hair and melted on your clothes. He’d given you his scarf before you could start to shiver.

He’d been content to watch you then, boots kicking at the snow that was piling up quickly.

Watching the way you found joy in a snowflake landing on your nose, and the way you’d try to catch them with your tongue. On the way out of the park, you held his hand because there was ice on the ground and you didn’t want to slip.

Even through the layer of your gloves Seokjin felt the warmth of your skin. He’s way beyond being flustered by such a thing, but heat climbed his neck and flushed his cheeks and he blamed it on the cold.

Seokjin felt something curl around his heart tightly, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He understands Hyunjin now, he thinks, his words play on his mind more frequently these days. Unlike Hyunjin, though, Seokjin is too rooted to his place.

The dangers that would come from you and him being anything more than what you are now are too great for Seokjin to risk it. He knows well what would come of it, and it’s nothing good. You would have to spend the rest of your life hiding from the seeing eyes of others, and the forces that will undoubtedly tear you apart.

Seokjin doesn’t want that for you. You will be more unhappy than you’ve ever been. Forced to remain in shadows even when Seokjin represents a light greater than man could ever create. It would be selfish of him to want it, to go through with it as though he’s not making you suffer.

There’s a lump in his throat as he swallows, as he looks at you now, sitting next to him, with not a care in the world.

You glow brightly, like a star, burning hot in the far distance. Far, far off. And just like a star, you’re something he could never reach, even with all his prowess; you aren’t his to hold.

Though he wants to, and it hurts that he can’t.

“Jin.” You call his name softly, and Seokjin realizes that he’s failed. It’s the first time he’s ever felt so defeated.

He’s seen you, too. The way you’d try to pretend that his feelings aren’t yours as well. He knows. He’s seen love enough to know.

The way you’d flush at your friends’ teasing, but would not deny it. The way you’d watch him as though you’ve found something that you’ve been searching for.

“Are you okay?” Your concerned tone made him realize that he’s turned to look at you, but he’s not said anything. He nods, a little unsurely and you have a right to not look convinced.

You’re different now than you were when Seokjin met you. When he’d planted himself into the memory of your friends for the sake of his task. Truly, he wasn’t supposed to, he was supposed to do his job from a distance, never to interfere. He’s watched you go on date after date and all his arrows would fall short of their target.

So, he did the most sensible thing and got directly involved. He was supposed to be finished already, it was supposed to be quick. He’s lingered too long, and now he's sunk so deeply into clear waters that it's turned to mud. He’s unwilling to lead you to the one you’re destined for – even though he knows who it is – and he’s unwilling to let himself be the one to love you instead.

His duty isn’t to love you, he knows this.

“I’m okay.” Angels aren’t supposed to lie, but he did, and he has been for a while. Trying to convince himself that he wasn’t falling in love with you.

“You’re lying.” You say, knowingly. How far have you come to be able to read him like this?

“I’ve never once lied to you.” Seokjin says, and it’s without his usual mirth. You give him a questioning look and not much else, nodding your head slowly.

“If you say so...”

Seokjin simmers in his thoughts for a while, glancing at you when you laugh at something silly.

“Y/n,” He calls softly, and you hum, turning to face him. Seokjin takes a breath, “I have to leave.”

“Right now? The movie isn’t even finished yet.”

“I know...” Seokjin sighs, running a hand through his hair. He stares at the TV screen, not really paying attention, watching a young girl ride a dragon to a far away place. He never understood your reason for having a TV in your bedroom, but it’s quite convenient for comfort.

He could just leave quietly, slip out of your apartment and out of your life without a word. It doesn’t feel right to do so without telling you, though.

“I won’t be back.” Seokjin waits for his words to settle, as the movie fades to background noise and he watches as realization dawns on you.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” You ask, voice pitching at the end, you stand and he does too, “But you haven’t – You can’t leave.”

“I have to.” He places his hands on your shoulders, trying to calm the storm before it blows in. It’s not helping, he knows, as you take a step back.

“Tell me why.” You demand, and Seokjin sees the tears in your eyes before they fall. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything. It’s me.” Seokjin sighs, “This...this was a mistake. I never should have gotten involved.”

You call his name then, with so much pain that Seokjin feels his heart shatter in his chest. He hates it. He hates that even doing this, he still manages to make you unhappy, he’s the cause of your uneven breaths and the tears that race their way down your cheeks and he hates it.

“I’ll make sure you find them. I promise.”

“But I don’t want that! I love you. You can’t just leave.”

Seokjin lets his hands fall to his sides, staring at a spot somewhere above your head to avoid looking you in the eye. He knows what you want, of course he does, because he wants it to. You've gone and said it and that only makes things harder.

“Y/n.” He says your name firmly, and you snap your mouth shut, shoulders shaking still as you try to put an end to your tears. He takes a step closer, raising a hand to cup your cheek, “We can never be. It’s not meant to be this way.”

“Please don’t go.” You whisper, fingers curling around his wrist. “Please stay.”

His resolve is breaking. The longer he stays the harder it’ll be to walk away. Sighing he wraps his arms around you, holding you as you shatter.

Seokjin presses a kiss to your forehead and your eyes in turn, chasing away the remainder of your tears. There’s sadness still in your eyes when you open them, he tilts your head back to capture your lips softly with his.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He says, wiping away tears that still fall.

“Do you promise?”

Instead of answering, Seokjin kisses you again, hands slipping under the warmth of your sweater to meet your soft skin. He feels the shiver that runs through you, and he wonders if his hands are cold. You call his name softly and he gently quiets you, tugging lightly at the hem of your sweater, “Can I take this off?”

You nod and Seokjin helps you wiggle your way out of it. He doesn’t think of the consequences – he doesn’t want to, so he allows his mind to blank. He’ll give in only this once, he’ll give himself to you for the first and last time, no matter how selfish it seems.

He kisses you slowly, making a map of the marks he leaves against your skin. He wants to tell you everything, he wants to take every step with you, meet you somewhere along a coast where nothing matters. But here, he’ll steal this moment and keep it with him forever, until the pain of it fades and he could look back on it fondly.

He quiets the small sounds you make with his mouth, hands bringing your legs up to wrap around his waist. You fit perfectly below him, like a puzzle piece of a puzzle he’s been trying to find.

He props himself up on his hands, gazing at you, “You’re so beautiful.” He leans down, brushing his nose against you, lips finding yours again.

There’s a storm raging outside, wind sending snow pattering softly against your window. Seokjin tries not to let his mind wander, not when you're beneath him and so warm. Your skin is warm, your scent invades his senses and you’re the only thing he could see and Seokjin feels like crying. There’s something in the back of his mind that’s screaming at him, jarring and loud, that he should savor this moment because he’ll never have it again.

He pulls away from you, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, “I’m taking these off, okay?”

Your knee nudges his side, “You first. You’re still dressed.”

Seokjin chuckles, quickly pulling his sweater and the tee-shirt he wears over his head, “Now we’re even.”

He stands to step out of his sweatpants, allowing you a moment to strip the rest of your clothes on your own. He settles next to you, fingers tracing patterns against the soft skin of your inner thighs, touching lightly just to watch your eyes flutter shut and your nipples stiffen into peaks when he blows air over them. He marks you with his teeth and his tongue, taking a nipple into his mouth, hand stilling when you raise your hips to meet it.

“Impatient little thing.” He mutters, but cuts your pleading whine short, fingers finding where he knows you want him most, groaning at the wetness he finds. He rubs slow circles against your clit and catches your moans with his lips. When he’s teased you enough, when your desperate moans of his name is enough to make him rut his growing erection against your hip, he sinks his fingers into your heat, thumb never leaving your clit.

He curls his fingers against a spot that makes you cry out, your arousal drips into his palm, and he sucks bruises into the skin of your neck. Seokjin’s hips jerk forward when your fingers curl around his cock, squeezing around the base, “Fuck.”

Your other hand stills his and he pulls away to look at you, pupils blown and eyes heavily lidded, chest rising and falling with your breaths. “Can we just...”

“It’s been a while for you, right?” Seokjin asks softly, slowly resuming the thrust of his fingers, at your nod there’s a smirk on his exhale, “It’ll hurt if I don’t. Gotta stretch you out first.”

He can feel the way your walls tighten and flutter around his fingers, feel the way shudder, moans rising his pitch. “Jin- fuck, I’m so close.”

“Already?” Jin tilts his head, tone teasing. He kisses you, tongue sliding against your own, “Let go for me, baby.”

Your gasp is followed by a drawn out moan, curses and unintelligible words on the end of it. Seokjin watches you tip over the edge, unable to help the motion of his hips thrusting his cock into the loose grip your hand had around it. Removing his fingers from your heat, he lets you catch your breath, pressing a kiss to your temple, “You did so well baby, so good for me.”

Seokjin pulls away, placing a fleeting kiss on your shoulder, “Do you have condoms?” He asks, rubbing a hand on your trembling thigh. He would’ve thought you’d passed out if it wasn’t for the limp way you motion to the bedside table.

You peek an eye at him, “I’m clean if that’s what you’re worried about.” You murmur, and Seokjin smiles, shaking his head.

“That’s good to know sweet girl, but it’s not that. You don’t want what I can give you, trust me.” Seokjin turns to rummage through your things, finding the box tucked into a corner, “It’ll be hell if something unexpected happens. We’ll have a very big problem on our hands.”

“Oh, you mean...”

“Yes. It’s best if we avoid that.” He tears the glossy wrapper with his teeth, moving back to you, he kneels between your open legs. He slides the condom on and you prop up on your elbows to watch, when Seokjin’s eyes flicker up, he could see the hint of worry in yours. He raises a hand to brush your cheek with his fingers, “I’ll go slowly.”

He’s mindful of his size and how long it’s been for you as you settle again, one hand gently gripping your hip, he keeps his eyes on you, watching your every expression. He drags his cock against your sopping cunt, hand holding steady, he leans down to slot his lips to yours, “Ready?” He whispers, waiting until you nod.

A groan leaves him as he enters you, and your fingernails scratches red into his shoulders. He buries his face against your neck, teeth nipping at the skin he could reach, giving slow shallow thrusts until he bottoms out. You’re so warm and tight around him, he takes the calls of his name as prayer, you cling to him as though he’d disappear, and Seokjin thinks that some part of you knows.

Nothing you can say or do will make him change his mind, but he’ll allow you this moment. This moment where it’s just you and him and nothing else, where he can easily show you how he feels without promising anything more.

He thrusts slowly, wanting the moment to last for as long as it can, knowing that he will go on and remember this, and you, when the morning comes you would never know that you’ve loved and been loved.

This way, it’s better, it’ll be easier knowing that one day you’ll find what you need in someone else that isn’t him, without ever knowing what you mean to him at all. Things will return to the way it was meant to be, with him watching from a distance, guiding you in the way he was supposed to from the start.

Seokjin wills the tears behind his eyes to go away, and tells his mind to shut up.

Your name is a sigh on his lips, a prayer that when the time comes he could walk away. Your hips rise to meet his thrusts, and Seokjin loses his fingers in your hair, holding you closer because it’s all he could do as you grow ever tighter around him. He chases his end as you find yours, lips crashing against yours sloppily when he stills, release spilling into the condom.

“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks after a moment, when the room doesn’t feel like a sauna, and he’s finished cleaning you and himself up. Brushing back your hair that hides your eyes from his view, you kiss his palm and Seokjin tries not to let his sadness show in his smile.

“I’m okay. Can we take a shower? I feel gross.” You laugh, already getting up to walk to your closet, you throw a towel at him and he catches it.

“That’s rude, we don’t throw things.” Seokjin trails after you, taking your hand in his because he needs to be grounded right now and not think about what he has to do.

When you stir the next morning, the other side of the bed is cold, but Seokjin’s sitting at your side, brushing your hair away from your eyes.

“You’re still here?” You murmur, smiling sleepily. You open your eyes a bit to see him fully dressed in last night’s clothes.

“I’m here.” Seokjin smiles sadly, massaging your scalp with his fingers, “I have to go.”

You pull away from him to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a hand, “Are you coming back?”

He watches you quietly for a moment before he shakes his head, “I can’t.” He takes your hand and squeezes gently, “This...we can’t.” He sighs, frustrated, knowing what he has to say, what he needs to do.

Seokjin has spent thousands of years watching the rise and fall of mankind over and over, doing his duty as a Cupid to bring those who are fated together. He’s seen heartbreak, he’s seen how it shatters a person’s very being, now he knows what it feels like as he watches tears gather in your eyes because you know, too.

“Don’t go. Please. We can make this work, Jin. Please.” His throat feels tight, something is squeezing his chest and he hates it. He hates that you’re crying because of him, because he’s breaking your heart. “Please stay.”

“I can’t.” Seokjin whispers this, pulling you closer when you reach for him, the sound of your sobs etches into his core and they cut deep. He’s held you, a star, and you’ve burnt him now. Stars burn the brightest as they die, giving their all in the last moment of their lives, and like a star he watches as you implode.

Sometimes though, stars don’t always turn into black holes when they die, sometimes they scatter into matter and burn dimly forever. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Why? Why’d you let me fall for you?” You hiccup, pushing at his chest and Seokjin lets you, letting his hands drop at his side. “You knew that this was going to happen and you let it happen!”

Your tears are angry now, but still so sad, and you slap weakly at his arms. “Why?”

“I’m sorry.” He cups your cheeks with his hands, thumbs catching your tears. He wished it wasn’t this way, he wished that things were different, that maybe, you could’ve met him under different circumstances. That he wasn’t him, but you were still you. He wasn’t expecting it, like most things, it simply happened.

He kisses you while you cry, your fingers curl tightly into the material of his sweater, “I’m sorry. You have to forget me.”

You pull away from him completely, tears flowing faster now, “No.”

“Y/n.” He sighs.

“You can’t do that. What gives you the right?” You escape his reach, moving to the other side of the bed where you get off, turning to face him, “You can leave. You can go and pretend that this never happened. You can’t make me forget, I don’t want to forget you.”

Sighing Seokjin gets up too, walking around the bed to you. You step backwards until you have nowhere to go, back against the wall. “I have to.”

“No, you don’t.”

“So stubborn.” Seokjin clenches his jaw, his head hurts and he wants this to be over. The longer he stands here having this conversation, the harder it will be to follow through. He walks until he’s in your space, hand finding your cheek again. “Why are you always so stubborn?”

“Jin.” You whisper his name and his heart breaks, “Please.”

“Are you ready to spend the rest of your life knowing that we can never see each other again? Knowing me will put everyone you care about in danger. There’s no chance. It’ll break you and I’d rather not have that happen.” Seokjin says, “This was never supposed to happen. We weren’t meant to happen.”

“I don’t want to forget.” You repeat, stubbornly. “Please don’t make me forget.”

Seokjin leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his fingers already at your temple before you have the chance to stop him. He leans away, just watching you, memorizing your features as though he’d ever forget. “I love you.”

You finally quiet, staring at him with wide eyes, “Jin.”

“I’m sorry.” You fall limp and Seokjin catches you before you can hit the floor, holding you to him as the dam breaks and he cries. He cries for the moments he’s shared, the moments you would now live never to remember, he cries because he knows what heartbreak is and he feels it. “I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry.”

After he places you back into bed, he makes sure that nothing belonging to him remains. Seokjin walks slowly out of your apartment, looking around at everything because it’s the last time. There’s no way he can come back here, he needs to go as far away as he possibly can.

Softly, he closes your door behind him, and every step he takes he feels as though his heart is being pulled out his chest. He makes it all the way down the hall, and into the elevator when Yoongi steps out of his apartment. He looks at Seokjin for a moment, no sign of recollection whatsoever. The last thing Seokjin before the doors slide close is Yoongi opening yours and going in.

“Y/n. Why the fuck are you sleeping with the window open? Are you trying to get sick?” Yoongi stomps his way into your bedroom, pulling your window shut. He turns to look at you as you sit up, “Hey. Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“Hm?” You hum, confused, wiping your fingers under your eyes, “I...I don’t know? Must’ve been a dream?”

“Can you get ready in ten minutes?” Yoongi boldly rummages through your drawers, throwing clothes your way. “The café has deals on donuts and I wanna get some before they sell out.”

He walks to your door, while you sit, still sleepy, still confused. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah...I just...I feel like I’ve lost something.”

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I received this ask and accidentally posted this without even finishing the request. I had to delete the post I made, so I hope the person who asked for this request reads this and likes it. 🫶

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Jin loved his members so much. Especially Jungkook, he was like a kid to him and a little brother to you. But never did he expect that he would want to kick him out someday, that too, for giving him blue balls.

Yep. The kid currently chewing the food, you, his girlfriend made for a date HE was supposed to be on with you, alone, intimately, with you on his lap, making out or maybe even more than that. BUT!

Somehow, today was not Jin’s day. He had you so close, against the kitchen counter, you smiled at him, suggesting things he totally understood. Wine visible in your eyes and on your cheeks. He wanted to kiss you everywhere, but what is he doing right now?

“Noona, did you really make this sauce with peanut butter?”

Yea, he was watching Jungkook lick the spoon that rested inside the sauce.

“Mhm.” You nod happily seeing him eat. You loved to feed people with the food you cooked. It was kind of your love language. You made chicken satay for the dinner, which Jin had been craving ever since you made it two weeks ago.

Cheeks still flushed, you watch the younger guy eat the saucy dish with full cheeks. Earlier, Jin wanted to tell him that you guys were somewhat busy, but you being you, the pretty, loving and so loveable you, wanted to feed the guy who came directly from the airport since he was hungry and wasn’t in the mood to make something.

Why the fuck didn’t he order take away?

“The chicken is also so good and soft. Can I take some home?” Jin’s eyes sparkle at the sentence the maknae lets out.

“Yes sure! Get up, I’ll pack some.” Jungkook lifts his head with wide, confused eyes to watch his hyung get up immediately, almost knocking the chair over. Holding Jin’s hand, you stop him with a pout on your lips, big eyes requesting him not to be rude. His shoulders sag as he rolls his eyes, sitting back in his chair.

“I’ll pack you some later, Kook. You tell me more about your vacation, we’ll have dinner with you while we talk, right, baby?” You look at your boyfriend, squeezing his hand softly. Requesting.

Jins nods, he cant refuse anything you ask. Although he wants to smack his clueless brother.

After almost 20 minutes later, Jungkook decided to leave with some chicken and sauce packed in a small bento. The only silver lining in the cloud visible to Jin was how you all had finished dinner, and after Jungkook leaves, you both could finally-

“hey hyung, Yoongi hyung just messaged to ask if you wanna have drinks at his place? Taehyung hyung and Namjoon hyung are also gonna be there, others are slightly busy.” He says, looking at you, and you nod gently listening to him.

“I dont think I could-“ Jin mumbles, hesitantly rubbing the back of his neck.

“You should go, baby. I mean, you guys need some rest and time out of the company.” You tell your boyfriend, and he turns his head at you in confusion at which you nod with a smile. “you go wait for him downstairs, kook.” Hearing this, Jungkook looks at his hyung, moving his brows up and down in question.

Letting out a sigh, Jin mumbles. “Yea I’ll be there, you go.”

“Okay, but bring the makgeolli you made. It's so good.” Jungkook says as he slips his shoes on leaning in for a side hug with you. “See you later, Noona, come hyung.” He nods his head in the door’s direction, stepping out.

“I definitely would’ve if I continued the date.” He mumbles with narrowed eyes, and you chuckle. Squishing his cheeks as he picks his jacket from the coat hanger by the door, you kiss him on the cheeks. “I hope you know why I want you to go, right?”

He nods and pecks your lips, “so that I can chill with the boys.” He says eyes on the fabric, still nodding but with poutier lips, hands fiddling with the jacket's zipper “Mhm. You haven’t done that in ages, baby.” He nods again, and you smile, kissing his lips.

“Also, you should know that when you come back home you can...” You lean in whispering the dirty details. He groans in your ear, and you chuckle at how his hands tighten around your hips, “you want me to leave after saying that?!” he whines as you pull back, chuckling. “I can't wait for you to come back home, baby.” You whisper in his ear as he hums smiling.

He gives a smack on your hip, and you yelp, laughing.

“Me too, baby.” he says with a smirk on his lips.

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Silly daddy

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Mafia yoongi x little reader

Synopsis: in which you give him a little scare when he couldn't find you after coming home

Genre/warning: little reader,mafia yoongi, use of the word daddy many times (not in a kinky way you dirty minded people), mentions of gun,slight suggestive,mentions of kidnapping.

A/n: heyyy y'all I'm so sorry i randomly disappeared 😭 i was just feeling so unmotivated but i got this idea suddenly and had to write it! First time writing about little space I'm sorry if there's any mistake!

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Yoongi sighed running his hand through his already tousled hair as he entered the oddly quiet house. But his tired and stressed out brain didn't caught that as he took off his shoes and coat before walking towards the living room. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw the tv on with some Disney movie that he forgot the name of. A quiet, raspy chuckle left his lips when he noticed your one white fuzzy sock lying on the couch "y/n?" He sat on the couch leaning back and rubbed his face, sighing tiredly but not hearing any response, he frowned calling you a little louder "y/n? Baby I'm home!" Again, he was met with silence.

Now an uneasy feeling started settling inside him when he suddenly remembered that you didn't came running towards him with your bright smile when he came home. But he was too tired to notice that. "Fuck" he mumbled standing up and walking towards the kitchen. Usually you're always in the living room or tinkering around the kitchen for some sweets when he comes home but the uneasiness only increased with a slight fear when he didn't found you there. His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened as his hand found its way to the gun tucked in his belt as he rushed up the stairs and towards your shared bedroom. His heartbeat increased when he found the room empty and suddenly the thought of your one sock lying on the couch didn't felt cute. Did someone break in? His eyes widened at the thought as he opened every single room in the house and frustrated started filling inside him when he didn't found you anywhere. The thought of one of his rival gang hurting you sent him into another level of fury and fear.

"Y/n! Where are you?!" Yoongi yelled opening the door of your play room but his shoulders slumped when he found it empty too. "Fuck fuck fuck" he cursed loudly reaching for his phone and dialing the number of his right hand man, with his another hand gripping the gun tightly. "Hello?" As yoongi was about to respond, his eyebrows furrowed and his movements halted when he heard a soft giggle. "Hello? Hyung?" Walking towards the sound he responded "namjoon I'll call you later" and cut the call, as he entered the bedroom. And only then, did he noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar with the light peeking from inside. His lips parted when he opened the door and he sighed looking down and rubbing his face, with his hand tucking the gun back in his belt before you could see it.

There you were sitting on the floor, leaned against the cupboard with your pink hello kitty headphones over your head and ofcourse with your one white fuzzy sock on. And he could guess that you were listening to let it go while painting your nails into different shades of pink. "Y/n?" He breathed looking at you with tired eyes and you, who noticed someone standing in front of you, looked up with a giant smile on your face which became brighter when you saw him standing there. "Daddy! You're home!" You squealed gleefully, wrapping your small fingers around his much bigger ones and tugging him towards yourself "yes i am babygirl " he mumbled crouching down and kissing your head, causing you to giggle as you proudly showed him your nails "daddy look!" He hummed delicately holding your hand and smiling softly "it's a pretty pink. So good kitten" you smiled at the praise and hummed kissing his cheek and lips softly before placing the nail paint down as he continued staring at you,with his heart still pounding.

"Y/n " "yes daddy?" "What did i tell you about using big girl things when you're small?" You pouted and looked down to avoid his stern eyes and mumbled "but daddy i was big! I even made my own cup noodles but then i became small when i saw these hello kitty nail paint and headphones!" You whined not liking him scolding you causing him to scoff and smirk. Yeah he's created a spoiled brat. "Are you sure you were big when you made your noodles?" He mumbled pulling you on his lap, Chuckling raspily when you snuggled in his chest and started playing with his tie like you always do "yes i promise i was daddy. They were yummy" you nodded laying your head on his chest as he pressed multiple kisses on your head, inhaling the scent of your peachy shampoo.

"Babygirl" he murmured and you hummed "yes daddy" "next time paint your nails and listen to music on the couch yeah?" "Why?" You asked looking at him with big eyes and he bite his lip "hmm so you can show your dolls your pretty nails too. You can't place all of them here right? They won't fit" yes you have many many dolls. You nodded immediately and stood up "yes! I didn't think about my dollies they must be lonely " you pouted starting to walk out of the bathroom. And suddenly, his eyes darkened for a completely different reason when his eyes caught the sight of your favorite blue panties under his hoodie you were wearing. "Daddy should i do your nails too? I'll do yours blue" you chirped giggling and you skipped towards the bedroom door but you gasped and squeaked when he suddenly held your wrist and pulled you back, gripping your hips under the hoodie as he bite his lip, staring at you with hooded eyes "next time baby." He murmured grazing the band of your panty and you gasped when he started pressing wet kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, whimpering softly when he sucked a small bruise. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you whimpered when he mumbled "you look so beautiful, my pretty baby" you whined and whispered "daddy m' feeling wet" "i know babygirl " he grunted as you moaned out "o-oh yoongi " when he started rubbing your clothed cunt against his hardness. "You back doll?" He murmured picking you up and placing you on the bed. "I-i wanted to paint your nails- oh" you moaned as his fingers rubbed your clit gently "i don't think you can do that any time soon angel. You won't be walking by the time I'm done with you" he groaned roughly taking off his jacket and shirt.

"That's what you get for scaring me like that" he grunted slamming his cock inside your cunt as you held his shoulders, scratching his back ,all the while moaning his name loudly.

Well, if you can get this kind of punishment then you're planning on listening to loud music hidden away in some room every time he comes home-

"Don't even think about doing this again" he growled pounding inside you causing you gasp ,both because of the pleasure and because you think he can read your mind.

You're definitely going to do that again

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[cui-nisi]

All Mine (KSJ x Black Reader)

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Pairing: Student Body President Kim SeokJin x Student Black Reader

Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, slight enemies-to-lovers but not really

Summary: With Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when it’s no longer just sexual?

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. receiving), implied sexual content, slight emotional hurt (it’s nothing major though), arguing, dirty talk, pet names (just “baby” but Ik some ppl don’t like pet names), toxic behavior (just a lil bit)

WC: 3,886

A/N: I was bored and instead of finishing my English essay I wrote this so I hope you like it! 😅

Enjoy!

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You knew what you were doing when you kissed Namjoon at the frat party last weekend. You knew he was best friends with Seokjin and after he pissed you off after your last hook up you decided getting with his best friend was an appropriate punishment.

When you first started fucking around with the student body president, you both established that you were strictly friends with benefits, hell you were barely friends. Sure, you both had mutual friends that would plan hangouts every now and then but the two of you were in completely different worlds.

While you spent your time slaving away in sterile classrooms working on your projects and essays for your finals and midterms, Jin was out delegating and organizing events for the student council. Outwardly, he was the “perfect guy”, at least according to your friends when they would go on their annual discussions about the man.

No one knew that you two were fucking on the low so you would always roll your eyes and say “he’s aight,” when they chided you for your own opinion.

Truthfully he was fine. Annoyingly fine. With his curly auburn hair, pretty plump lips, and warm smile. You would never admit that though, not to your friends and especially not to Jin. After all, no one knew the side of Jin that he would only show you when in the woes of your quick sessions of passion and lust.

But after your last hookup, the last person you wanted to think about was Jin. Instead, during a lull in between your classes, you decided to pay your friend Namjoon a visit and after asking where he was through text you quickly made your way to his student apartment.

“______, I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What, you miss me or something?”

“Stop playing,” you huffed out a dry laugh, pushing past the man who simply laughed before closing the door from behind you.

You’ve been to Namjoon’s apartment a handful of times but it was always filled with his dumbass friends. But as you scanned the surprisingly clean apartment you noted the air of silence that surrounded you. Turning around, you were met with Namjoon, his back leaning against the front door with his strong arms crossed over his black t-shirt. His eyes bored into you, his bottom lip succumbing to his teeth biting into it, damn it he looked good.

“What?” You asked after a second of terse silence settled in the space between you.

“Why’re you here, _____? “

Your eyes widened briefly as you absorbed the man’s question, “ I can’t pay my friend a visit now, damn.”

Namjoon laughed softly before pushing himself off of the door and striding over to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as you felt his hands slide around your waist.

“You wanna pick up where we left off at the party?” His deep voice whispered quietly into your ear, the smell of his cologne enveloping you.

As hot as Namjoon was, you knew his reputation and that he was just teasing you, besides you had only kissed him to get back at Jin. With a roll of your eyes, you leaned away from the man, your hands pushing against his broad chest.

“Stop all that, y’know I’m not here for that.”

Namjoon relented with a chuckle, his arms leaving your waist before stepping away, his cocky smirk still present on his lips. “So what are you here for? Seriously, is everything okay?”

Despite Namjoon being friends with Jin, he didn’t know about your relationship and you had no intentions of telling him now. But then that left the question- why were you here? Truthfully, you didn’t know. You suppose you were just being petty, but before you could come up with a plausible excuse a knock came from the front door.

“Hold on a second,” Namjoon said to you before turning away to answer the door.

You watched as your friend looked into the peephole of his door before confirming whoever was behind it and opening the door.

“Hey, Joon. Did you remember to-”

Looking past Namjoon, you felt your heart stutter and your eyes widen at the sight before you. Only a mere five feet away was Kim Seokjin, the respected student body president. You hadn’t seen him in almost a week which, in your case, was a long time. You felt your core ache with need and desire, repressed memories of how he’d feel between your legs surfacing up in your mind the longer you stared at him.

At the sight of you Jin’s words trailed off, his mouth hanging open slightly before seemingly remembering where he was. With a sharp intake of air, he forced his gaze away from you and back onto his friend.

“Sorry, I didn’t know _____ was going to be here,” with a nod the man gestured to you as Namjoon turned back around to glance at you, “I can come back another time if you guys were-”

Namjoon’s laugh cut off the rest of Jin’s sentence as he stepped aside, his cheery voice filling up the weird tension that had stricken the air, “nah, we weren’t doing anything, Jin. She just came by to say hello, you can come in.”

With a small smile, Jin nodded his head in gratitude before walking into the room when his eyes slid over to you, a cold hardness overtook his gaze as his smile dropped. His expression made a chill run down your spine as you did your best to not cower underneath his stare.

“_____.”

“Jin.”

You observed the way Jin’s eyes briefly flicked down to take in your body despite his distant greeting towards you, but you still couldn’t discern any noticeable emotion from his sharp hollow eyes.

“What did you need again, Jin?” Namjoon’s voice thankfully took Jin’s attention away from you as the man turned to face his friend, his expression softening immediately with an easygoing smile plastered over his lips.

“Right. I was wondering if you were able to get those flyers printed out for me? I asked Yoongi if he got them, but he said he forgot them in the apartment.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as a scoff fell from his lips, “‘forgot them’ my ass. I don’t even think he printed them out, to be honest. But I gotchu, I know one of my friends has a printer that they’d let me use real quick if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes while I print the flyers.”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to do all that, Joon. It’s fine I can just-”

“No, I insist, seriously.”

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Jin nodded towards his friend who reciprocated with a dimpled smile before grabbing his keys and walking towards the door.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, try not to kill each other while I’m away.”

You knew Namjoon was joking when he said that, but with the way Jin looked at you as soon as the door closed you’d think it was a serious warning.

The polite and kind student body president disappeared as soon as the two of you were left alone. His once bright eyes suddenly narrowed into sharp slits that shot into you like a bullet and his easygoing smile transformed into a shallow scowl.

You didn’t understand why he was treating you with such disdain, it’s not like you kissing Namjoon was unwarranted and you’d be damned if you let this man try to punk you. So with all your courage you made a point of rolling your eyes and folding your arms in defiance, your voice ringing out and cutting through the tension.

“What’s with the attitude?”

At that, Jin cocked a finely waved eyebrow at you, his head tilting to the side when he responded, “so I’m the one with the attitude now?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means, _____.”

“No, I don’t actually.”

“Then let me enlighten you,” striding over to you Jin towered over you, with how close he was you could clearly see the inky pools of darkness that swallowed his iris’. “You kissed my best friend knowing damn well I’d find out about it then avoid me for a week only to turn up at Namjoon’s apartment.”

You forced out a humorless laugh after Jin finished, you couldn’t believe he was throwing a hissy fit over this after what he’d done. “You’re forgetting that I did all this after you called me the wrong fucking name the last time we had sex!”

You couldn’t help the burst of anger that flooded your words, it was hell trying to avoid Jin all week without giving in to your intrusive thoughts and just fucking every one of his friends as payback.

“And it was Sofia of all people! Can’t believe you’ve been hooking up with that hoe…” now that last statement was more you than to Jin and when your beady eyes snapped up to catch a smirk over the student president’s lips you had just about had enough.

With a frustrated huff of air, you quickly brushed past Jin and towards the front door. If the nigga was just going to laugh in your face then you were just going to leave. But before you could even grab the door handle you felt a pair of hands encapsulate your waist and pull you deeper into the apartment until you were forced down onto the beige living room couch.

“I know you didn’t just push me onto this couch.”

“And I know you’re not being pissy with me because I fucked Sofia.”

“And what if I am?”

“_____, look at me. Look.” Despite his laughter earlier, when you begrudgingly turned your eyes upward to face the man hovering over you, you were able to note the seemingly sincere look covering his beautiful face.

His lips were pulled back in a tight line and his eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes looked like they were studying you, trying to untangle the web of thoughts that surrounded your anger.

Finally, after a second of silence, his voice softly pecked your ears, his gaze never leaving yours, “ I’m sorry, truly. I really didn’t mean to call you Sofia, it was a shitty thing to do.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious, _____.”

Truthfully speaking, you knew he had been messing around with Sofia. Mostly because the bitch never knew when to shut the fuck up. The two of you established that you weren’t exclusive and that as long as you stay safe then all cards were on the table but… you still couldn’t help but feel that stinging ache of pain when Jin mistakenly called you her name after giving him head.

“Why did you say her name then?” You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know the answer, but it seemed like it was the time to lay everything out and the question had been eating you up for the last week.

For the first time throughout the conversation, Jin’s eyes blinked away from yours, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he replied in a quiet voice, “this is going to sound dumb but… lately when we hook up I’ve been enjoying it more than I think I should.” Briefly meeting eye contact once again the man chewed on his bottom lip before continuing, “and I guess I was scared so… when you were giving me head I thought about anything– or I guess anyone that could distract me, and usually when Sofia gives me head it’s pretty shit so I thought thinking about her would keep me from climaxing too fast and then I just accidentally said her name.”

After he finished his explanation a firm silence dawned over the two of you. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and after a few more seconds of silence stretched on you couldn’t contain the loud laugh that echoed throughout the apartment.

“Alright now, it’s not that funny” you heard Jin mutter under his breath but you were too busy laughing to reply.

It was only after a few more seconds of laughter that were you able to sputter out a coherent sentence, “wait- Jin, are you saying you only said Sofia’s name so you wouldn’t come too fast?”

“Basically yeah. I know it’s dumb I just-”

You didn’t let him finish as you had pulled him down to your level and kissed him heartily, your lips slotting together so naturally as if nothing had changed. His lips were just as pillowy soft as you remembered and his cherry-flavored chapstick tasted like nostalgia as you recalled all the times you kissed it off this man’s pretty lips.

“It is dumb, but it’s also kind of cute,” you muttered through the kiss.

After a few more kisses you felt Jin pull away slightly, his arms pressing against the sides of the couch, “I really am sorry, _____. I haven’t slept with Sofia in over a month. If I’m being honest the only person I’ve been seeing intimately is… you.”

Your eyes widened at that. Jin wasn’t known for being a playboy or anything, he did have a reputation to uphold, but he was known to get around every now and then. To hear that you were the only person he was really seeing made you both giddy with joy and suspicious of what he wanted you to say. But before you could respond Jin quickly intercepted you, his words rushing out uncharacteristically.

“I know we said we would be strictly friends with benefits, but… I don’t know. The thought of you being with someone else… especially someone like Namjoon scared me. I don’t expect you to feel the same way or even be exclusive with me, I just had to tell you now or else I would’ve lost my fucking mind.”

It took you a second to fully process Jin’s words. It was a lot he was spilling onto you. Was he confessing that he liked you? That’s what this meant right? You hadn’t messed around with anyone either besides Jin, but you always figured it was one-sided.

“For what it’s worth, I haven’t slept with anyone else in a while too.”

“What?”

You felt a rush of heat spread through your cheeks which was gratefully hidden behind the melanin in your skin, but the effects of your flustered nature were enough to have you avoiding eye contact, “no one makes me feel as good as you do, Jin.”

Suddenly you were too shy to look back at the handsome man in front of you but you could feel the heat of his stare caress over you before his voice piped up quietly, “no one? Not even Namjoon?”

You swiftly snapped your head back to Jin as you answered hurriedly, “no! I never slept with him! I just kissed him to fuck with you…”

Jin clicked his teeth disapprovingly with a shake of his head, his once look of nerves replaced by a sharp smirk and dark eyes, “I don’t believe you. I think I gotta remind you of how nice you feel when I’m eating you out.”

Your legs clenched at Jin’s words, that familiar ache from in between your legs coming back at full force. Jin’s eyes darted down to catch the action before his eyes flicked back up to meet yours and leaned in to kiss you once again. His kiss was gentle and slow as his tongue ran against your bottom lip, begging for permission to which you granted.

You lifted your hands to wrap around Jin’s neck and pull him closer to you but were suddenly stopped when you felt the man pull away from you, his lips puffy and gleaming with saliva.

“No touching, baby. Today, I just want to pleasure you, will you let me?” Looking at you through his doe-like eyes was enough to have you folding and allowing Jin to have complete control.

With a smile that could light up a dark cave, Jin leaned in once more to peck you warmingly on the lips before slipping away and kneeling in front of you, his large hands running light circles over your denim jeans.

“Take this off for me, ____.” Jin tapped his index finger over the fabric of your jeans as he spoke.

You both knew you didn’t have much time left before Namjoon finished printing the flyers so you wasted no time in lifting up your hips and quickly peeling off your jeans with Jin assisting you. When he caught sight of your black lace underwear you saw him visibly gulp, his eyes never wavering from the sight of your covered privates.

“Jin, c’mon, we don’t have much time.” while that was true you only said that because you were starting to get flustered from the way Jin was eyeing you.

“Sorry, I just can’t ever get enough of you.” at that his eyes left your underwear to admire your thighs, then your stomach, chest, and finally ending on your face. A strange warmth clouded his gaze, one that you’ve never seen before and suddenly you felt your heart rate spike.

Tearing his eyes away from your face, Jin returned to your underwear as his hands slowly coerced your legs open until you were spread out before him like a meal. Creeping his fingers up your inner thigh Jin leaned forward before blowing softly over your already-soaked underwear, the breeze contrasting greatly against your heated center. You then felt Jin’s finger softly stroke the fabric of your panties, running small circles over your covered clit, it was agonizingly pleasurable as a soft gasp escaped your lips.

“Please, Jin… hurry.”

Noting the urgency in your voice Jin sighed, the smirk on his lips bleeding into the tone of his words, “only because of the time constraint, but _____, next time I won’t be rushed.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine but it was quickly overtaken by the joy you felt when you felt Jin’s fingers hook around the band of your underwear and yank it down to your ankles. The cold air hitting your vagina shocked you, but the feeling of Jin’s fingers sliding through the folds of your pussy was even more surprising. How could you have forgotten how good this man makes you feel? How well he knows your body?

His index finger expertly found your clit before rubbing small circles over it, his touch was tender and yet precise as you began moaning into the air, your eyes doing their best to stay open and focus on the man before you who watched you before glancing down to look at his fingers slipping easily into you.

“God, I missed this. I missed you,” his voice was low and quiet, almost as if he was hypnotized.

“It’s just a pussy, Jin. And it’s definitely not the first one you’ve seen.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked back up at you, “it may not be my first, but I sure as hell want it to be my last.”

Before you could even process what he was implying he leaned closer to you before sticking his tongue out to taste you. His tongue explored every inch of you like it was the first time and you were helpless to try to keep up. His tongue licked at you relentlessly and you did your best to hold in your moans but when he stuck another finger inside you, you could no longer contain yourself; so moan you did.

“That’s right, baby. Moan for me, indulge in the feeling of my tongue on your beautiful clit.”

You loved when Jin talked dirty to you and he knew that as he slowly coaxed you closer and closer to your orgasm with his sinful words paired with his wide eyes, plump lips, and sweet voice. You weren’t sure how long you were going to last like this, but you embraced it regardless. You embraced the feeling of Jin’s tongue lavishing you like you were water in the Sahara, you embraced the way his slender fingers pushed in and out of you like a well-oiled machine, and you embraced the way Jin’s eyes caressed you, looking at you with such desire and warmth.

You knew it wouldn’t take you long to reach your orgasm and after a few more minutes of Jin pouring his all into pleasing you, you were crying out to him, warning him of your incoming climax.

“Come for me, _____. Please, I wanna taste you on my tongue.”

On his command, you felt yourself let go as a flood of pleasure took over your senses. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands latched onto Jin’s shoulder to try to anchor yourself as you called out his name, the only name you’d ever want on your lips from now on.

Without missing a beat after you had come down from your high you felt Jin pull up your underwear and jeans before moving to sit on the couch next to you. When you finally opened your eyes and turned to look at him, a small smile graced your lips as you saw your juices covering Jin’s lips.

“C’mere,” you smiled as you pulled Jin in by his chin and began kissing him sensually, the taste of you covering your lips now.

“If it wasn’t obvious, I really like you. The only name I wanna moan from now on is yours, okay?” Jin mumbled in between the kiss, his tongue dipping out to lick you off of his bottom lip.

You smiled, you knew you were cheesing so hard at the man’s words but you couldn’t help yourself. He just looked so cute sitting next to you with his curly hair and goofy smile. Here you were with the revered and respected Kim Seokjin, the voice for all the students on campus, and yet you’re the only thing on his mind and the only thing on his lips.

“Hm, you know I was so close to moaning Namjoon’s name…”

“You got jokes now.” Jin shook you slightly as you teased him.

He rolled his eyes as you laughed lightly before squaring your gaze back on him, your voice coming out soft and low, “I’m just kidding… seriously, I’m sorry for kissing him, I was just being petty.”

Jin nodded, “I get it, what I did was fucked up so I deserved to get humbled. But I’m hoping now that we talked this all out I could maybe take you out. Like on an official date?”

You feigned like you were thinking, your chin lifting up as your eyes flicked up to the ceiling. “Mm, that depends. Where you taking me?”

“Wherever you’d like, baby.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

You sealed the date with one last kiss that you smiled into before you both got up and frantically tried cleaning up the couch before Namjoon got back, knowing that if he found out about what you guys did he’d never let ya’ll hear the end of it.

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Winter Whiskey [KSJ]

❆⟶ Winter Whiskey [Jin x Female Reader] ❆⟶ Genre: Established Relationship | Fluff | Smut | 18+ ❆⟶ Warnings: use of alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (reader has IUD), oral (m), light praising, light dirty talk, multiorgasms, creampie, a surprise at the end!, etc ❆⟶ WC: 13k+ ❆⟶ Summary: Taking your annual friendcation with your loving boyfriend, Jin, the two of you share heartwarming memories together while resting and relaxing. ❆⟶ Beta: Miss Dee Dee @sugakookitty​ was so lovely in taking this beta request. Thank you so much my dear! ❆⟶ Author’s Note: A connective story based in the “Pinehurst Cabins” universe. Collaboration created with nonother than lady @jeonjcngkook​! This took me much longer to write than I had anticipated, but I hope people enjoy this nice little cute fic!

It’s taken you and Jin only a couple of hours by car from your cozy apartment in the country's capital, Seoul, to the luxurious cabin estate known as Pinehurst Cabins near the Taebaek Mountains. An annual winter vacation spot, flooded with many years of memories with drunken laughs and competitive games shared among the tightly-knitted group you’ve grown to learn and love. The vast majority of the group comprises at least fourteen people, some years there were more and some very few less. 

Not once has the main group, consisting of seven rambunctious men of all sorts of personalities, miss their chance of a getaway. Especially when the holiday serves as a time to relax, catch up, and create new precious times among another. 

You, the gal who’s been beside Jin for just shy of nine years, has joined the routined trip. Making your place amidst the casuals of the squad. You’re a seasoned veteran at the cabins, longest woman survivor as well. But it is all thanks to your loving boyfriend who’s given you the blessing opportunities of being a part of his life and shared friends. 

Perhaps that’s why you’re so eager upon arrival at the snowy mountain retreat; the anticipation of needing this time away from the real world and in the company of a group of warm hearted friends is the exact medicine you crave. 

Jin’s begging for you to play some of his favorite upbeat songs as he drives his gray jeep Cherokee up the steep, snow-covered roads, fades from your ears as you zone out at the scenery around you. 

The light from the sky shines brighter off the fresh white snow. Blanketed tree tops and fences call your attention, hidden colors of green and beiges stick out from underneath the quilted coldness. Calm and clear skies have no trace of any clouds, just blue and soft light from the sun. 

“Honey,” Jin chimes louder, refusing to remove his hand from the wheel to tap your leg. “Are you listening?”

You hum, blinking around before turning your head to acknowledge your boyfriend. 

“What’s up?”

A soft pout forms on his lips as his eyes remain trained on the road ahead, “I was asking you if you can put on ‘Jjin-iya’ for me.” 

“Jin, we’ve already listened to that song three times!” 

He begins to laugh with a shake of his head to adjust his fringe, “and you’re going to hear that song at least five more times this trip. You know it’s a great song and I listen to it every time I shower!”

You chuckle back, “Oh, I know. Trust me. I’m positive our neighbors even know the song by now.”

“They have wonderful taste!” 

The small crossover SUV slowly rolls up to its last bit of land, edging itself to a respective parking spot in one of the two lots provided at this estate. Two gorgeous log cabins rest nearby, one quite larger, for more group activities, and the smaller one seated next to it. The land stretches far beyond the towering trees, a nearby crystalline waterfall is only a trail-walk away and the higher you walk up the mountain, the more options you have of pivoting your skis or sled and slide down the snow. 

Snow crunches under your boot as you descend down from the car, taking in your first deep  breath of chilled mountain air and stretching your body from its cooped up position from the car. It’s customary, more of a role provided by Jin, to bring the majority of groceries and deliver them to the main cabin (which in fact is considered a lodge by the size of it). 

It’s honestly a beauty. Great for a large family and customized with three levels integrating multiple rooms. The main floor consists of the kitchen and dining, a great room, foyer, and one master suite. The large deck wraps arounds the back to the left side while the covered front porch calls welcome to you as you step up with arms full of food containers and Jin towing away a wheeled cooler. 

You recall the second floor having an open loft right as you step up from the stairs, the remaining three bedrooms (one being another master suite) reside up there. The large gaming room is found in the basement, leveled with the slope of the outside to where you can easily bring the fun and games to the snow. Most nights into the early mornings, after hours of drinking, does the group tend to huddle and spend the majority of their time there. 

There’s been countless times where you’ve woken up finding out that the competitive nature of a few of the men got the best of them and they’ve lost count on what round they are on in a game. Losing sleep over the sweet, savory victory among another will be something you will never fully understand – but whatever makes them happy is all that matters to you. 

“Namjoon?” You call out the second you step foot through the door and hold it open for Jin, “We’re here!” 

There is brief silence in the lodge as you shuffle your snow boots across the boot-tray. A few sets of shoes lay inside it, indicating that some of the pairs have arrived inside of this house (if Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s cars outside didn't notify you of that already). 

You and Jin already make a direct path to the kitchen, plopping down the bags on the extended bar and heaving the cooler to the center of the room. The two of you are quick with filling up the empty cabinets and fridge, in sync with another after years of doing the same act. 

Just as you begin to wonder where Namjoon and his loving partner Rose could be hiding, you hear soft footsteps coming from downstairs. You turn the corner out of the kitchen to enthusiastically greet the first person you see, which happens to be the one and only – and to your surprise – Min Yoongi. You give him no moments notice before your arms come around his body, squealing his name and shocking the man out of his somber state. 

“Aish! Y/n!” his eyes peel open. Yoongi returns the hug fast, patting your back before asking, “How’ve you been?

You ruffle up his sweater with excitement before pulling away, tossing a call to Jin over your shoulder before looking back to the jet black haired man in front of you. He looks paler than usual, dark circles formed under each of his eyes. 

“I’ve been great! How are you? You look a bit down, is everything alright?” You give him a concerned look, eyes scanning over his slacken posture. 

Jin steps out from the kitchen to give Yoongi the same treatment, a warm hug and excited laughter soon to follow. “Yoongi, bro! How are you doing my friend?” 

“A bit of a head cold,” he admits. “Haven’t slept well for the past three nights and been overworked. I’m sure this trip will fix it right up.” 

Jin is already wrapping his arm around the smaller man and ushering him to the growing display of foods that litter the kitchen, slowly taking over the room with his own touch. “We’ll get that cold fixed up with some nice whiskey. Y/n bought two fifths of Corryvreckan just for this occasion. Anyone want a round of shots?” 

Both you and Yoongi laugh at the energetic party vibes Jin displays, knowing he is only half kidding about the proposal of alcohol this early into the night.

“I think I have some head medicine in my purse,” you offer as you look down the stairs to the basement. “Namjoon and the others downstairs?” 

“The whiskey will do nicely,” you hear the clink of two shot glasses before catching the sight of both Jin and Yoongi tilting their heads back. With the burn running down his throat he nods at you and gives you a pensive gaze, “I appreciate it, Y/n. Thank you. And yes, they’re all downstairs trying to fix the furnace. Which is why I originally came up here…” Yoongi quickly looks around the kitchen drawers, “Namjoon said there might be a screwdriver up here somewhere.” 

“Isn’t there a storage-craft space downstairs?” Jin questions as he returns to placing frozen groceries in the freezer. “Wouldn’t it be in there?” 

Yoongi blinks, dumbfounded with himself and Namjoon, the half-owner of the cabins. “Listen, I told you that I haven’t gotten much sleep lately, right?” 

Both you and your boyfriend smirk at each other, tsk-ing at Yoongi although forgiving him at the same time. 

“Don’t sweat it,” you smile sweetly. You wave him back over to head down the stairs, calling back to Jin, “I’ll be right back. I just want to say hello to everyone and then help you with the rest of the food and luggage from the car!” 

You hear the sounds of the television blasting from the basement, a handful of the group all playing – what seems to be – Mario Kart. A true game that really can end friendships if played too competitively, and in this case, you fear the competitive nature of at least three of the ones sitting on the long sectional couch as you descend down the staircase to the room. It warms your heart seeing everyone so comfortable and content with another. Some of the group enjoy light mingling and bonding activities while others go off to do their own individual things.

Over the course of the days spent at the fabulous mountainous cabins, you’ve taken part in pastimes such as snowshoeing, sledding, and even building a sculptured snowman with Jimin and his new friend, Naia. You’ve gone head to head with your own significant other in a heated game of table tennis, the loser had to prepare the night's entire dinner. 

Sadly, that ended up being you who has suffered the cost. However, Jin doesn’t allow you to struggle for too long. He can’t handle knowing you had to prepare such a large meal all on your own. But he doesn’t pass up the opportunity to let you know who the number one winner is as he cackled throughout the cabins.

“Stop making a mess where I just cleaned,” you laugh as you throw a dirty towel at the back of Jin the second he places a new plate down on the counter. He’s preparing side ingredients for the large bowl of bibim naengmyeon, chopping away and leaving random pieces around as he diligently works his magic. 

“But everyone’s been waiting for hours,” he whines with a pout. “I’ll clean it right up, I promise!” 

“Jin,” you drawl, sighing the second another piece of food lands on the floor. 

The two of you bend down hastily to grab the fallen food, accidentally knocking heads in the movement. A dull pain lingers on your forehead, rubbing at it with your palm when you wince away. 

“Ah, hon! I’m sorry,” Jin’s hands shoot out to grab you to inspect your wounded head. Without hesitation his plump lips peck over the sore area, lightly running his thumb over it to make sure it doesn’t form a bump. “Are you alright?,” he questions with a soft voice. 

You stare at him with displeasure, huffing when you keep your lips in a firm line, “The mess, Jin!”

“Yeah, yeah, I will get it in a second,” he laughs. “Is your head good?” 

You can’t help but melt at his concerns, humming as you assure your man that you’ll live with minimal damage. Jin gives you a soft smile, patting your head lightly before pinching your cheek between two fingers. 

“I’ll give you more eggs than anyone else! Why don’t you help finish setting up the table with drinks and utensils while I put the rest of this together?” 

“Would you like me to take out the whiskey again?” You give him a knowing look with a smug smile, “Seems like it would be a good choice with naengmyeon.” 

“I would love that!” Jin exclaims with a wink. He gives you a quick chaste kiss to your lips before turning back to the counter, but not before his hand makes soft contact with your butt – giving you a sense of encouragement. 

You can tell how fulfilled your friends are when scarfing down their portion, or two, of dinner. Slurping and munching loud to express their eager happiness. It warms your heart with how satisfied they all are, how they get along in one way or another, and continue to make so many bonding memories together. For the vast majority of all of them, their friendships are unbreakable! 

Taehyung and his significant other, Maggie, offer to help with clean-up duty, seeing as the two cooks (you and Jin), deserve to take a load off from all your hard work. Jungkook and his beautiful dope of a dog are play-fighting on the ground with a squeaky toy as you watch the entire other side of the table participate in a drinking game – slowly eyeing the way that expensive whiskey starts disintegrating from its bottle. 

“Would you like some?” you hear a low whisper from your left. Yoongi, who has a small glazed over look to his eyes, shifts a shot glass down the table in front of you. 

The loud giggles between Namjoon and Jin distract you momentarily, making you glance over to pick up on the conversation they are having. Yoongi nudges you with his elbow, clearing his throat to regain your attention. 

“Y/n, I swear. Just take the shot. The point of these trips is to let loose and have fun. Stop worrying and being cautious. We all have each other. Plus if you don’t drink it, I'll just pour more shots until you have a full line of them ready.” 

Yoongi’s gruffness makes you laugh, seeing how he’s edging himself closer to his tipsy mood. But before you could politely decline the offer, Yoongi is already standing up to gather himself the proper materials for more shots. 

“Wait, no!” You call out to him, shaking your head frantically and gripping your fingers around the glass in front of you. “I’ll drink it! Don’t grab more!” 

To prove your point to him, you tip your head back with the glass raised to your lips. The burn stings only momentarily as the dark liquid slides down your throat into your esophagus. You match the satisfying smile Yoongi gives you with one of your own. 

“Ay! That’s the Y/n I know! But I'm still going to grab more because we’re all taking one together. So prepare for round two,” he laughs with crinkles in his eyes. 

“That man is devious,” you tell yourself.

Glass by glass, Yoongi places a straight row of shooters on the table. Whiskey pours out of the rim of the bottle, filling each borrelglas to the brim with the assistance of Dia – Yoongi’s partner in crime. The same girl you have known for almost as long as Jin. Peculiar and precise. She’ll easily become your best friend or worst enemy (in a friendly manner of course) depending on the subject of interest. Just like her boyfriend, Yoongi.

Jimin is the first one to reach out and grab two glasses, handing one over to his lady before interlacing another's arms together in a cross-cup toast. It’s adorable how locked in with their honeymoon phase and sickeningly sweet whenever Jimin’s public displays of affection get too rowdy for their own good.

“I’d like to propose a proposition!” Yoongi shouts with his glass held high. He squints while surveilling the crowd around him. Both Naia and Jimin freeze just as their lips touch their glasses. Jungkook is pulling his lucky lady, Jords, closer to him by her wrist while Rosie and Namjoon side-eye another with suspicion. 

You raise your eyebrows with concern as you look at Yoongi while you see Hoseok and his partner, Kat, already slipping out of the side door before the argument is presented.

“It’s every man for themselves!” Yoongi shouts in a cheer. In an instant, the house shouts with either approbation or groans. Some newcomers have absolutely no idea what is happening while the excitement bubbles with the rest of them. 

Each person eventually takes their shot; down the hatch it goes. Among clinking your glass back to the table you dart your eyes directly to Jin who already has his hands out in submission. 

“I know, I know!” He quips up with a higher pitch voice. 

“I still remember what happened last year! Don’t you pull that stunt again!” You warn him with a mischievous grin. You’re not angry at the man, only showing more of a fun-loving attitude with a bit of spice. Practically telling him not to pretend you two form an “alliance” only to knock you out with a snowball to the back of your head to win the game after you finished off the third to last person standing.

You still have nightmares of that snowball fight. 

“Everyone has 10 minutes to put on their gear and prepare outside!” You hear Yoongi speak as he begins moving his way up the stairs. 

Each person scatters frantically, the ones who sleep in the other cabin nearly trip over another to rush out the doors to the deck. Taehyung and Maggie bicker briefly over the dishes, trying to figure out the proper time to conduct the chore while the urgency of the death-match is present. 

You hear Maggie mutter something about Yeontan as well, but Taehyung is already rushing up the stairs after Yoongi in a fit of giggles to even care. You follow her, patting her back as both you and Jin leisurely follow suit. 

“The dishes can wait,” you chuckle. You lean in closer to her ear, smiling as you look back at Jin. “If you want him out early, trick him. He’s definitely a competitive one, but he’s got a soft heart. Use it against him!” 

“That’s just cruel,” Jin speaks from behind you, having heard your words. 

You whip your head around fast the second you reach the top of the stairs, stopping Jin mid-step. “You are one to talk!” you accuse with a pointed finger, his words provoking you instantly. “I’m going to get you back!” You alert him with confidence. 

Jin shakes his head with a smile, raising his voice just as you do. He’s only doing it to get a fiery reaction out of you, making the two of you laugh at the act. Once he steps to you, he’s already ushering you with his lead into your respective shared room with laughter. 

You peer down through your window shades to the backyard, noticing the first few bodies collecting themselves in the field. It is difficult to tell who is who at the moment given the darkness of the night and the yard only being lit out by the overhead moon and the outside porch lighting. 

“We need to hurry up!” you say as you're slipping on your second sweater over your head. “They’re already prepping!” 

Jin tosses you a smile over his shoulder as he begins exiting the room, “I’m already ready!” 

You chase after him as you struggle to put on your last sock, hopping your way over to the stairs before flying down them. You shove on your thick boots fast, securing the straps tightly around to prevent any fallen snow powder from falling inside.

You stagger outside the sidedoor, stepping hastily into the deck and gripping the first clump of snow in your gloved hands. Packing the material tight in your palm, you create your first snowball of the night. 

Scanning over the expanse of the yard, you notice the spaced out heads creeping deeper into the field. Everyone eventually finds their own shelter and space to prepare for the onslaught of the night. 

Besides you, who stands rather confidently and out in plain sight as you attempt to measure the footprints in the snow. Like tracking a lonely prey in the dark, you are trying to figure out which direction your lovely boyfriend has run off towards. 

“One minute left!”

You hear the shout of one of the men in the distance that alerts you of the time. It makes you react quickly, shooting for a straight line toward the other cabin only a few yards away and taking your own path into the trees behind the building. The deeper you go, the less footprints you see. 

Which is good and bad for you.

You drop yourself down in a squat, clumping snow together into a palm-sized ball that you store into the side pockets of your jacket. You can fit two in each and one snowball in each hand, giving you six snowbullets to work with. 

Again, you hear another alert. This time indicating the game is officially started and you must find your leverage. You peek around the tree, squinting your eyes around the corners of the cabin and watch for any movement. 

In the dim light you can see a body moving along the edge of the wall, their jacket matching the snow so well that if they lay flat against the ground they could blend right in. Their long hair pulled back into a ponytail gives them away when their hood falls off their head. 

It most definitely is Kat. 

You watch her pathing, admiring the stealth technique she uses. Once her body disappears from sight, you wait approximately 10 seconds before copying her footsteps along the same track. In a way, you are covering up your own trail by using others. 

Working in the shadows is the best decision you assume, so you maintain your drive. You have no desire to be the overall winner or take out the most people. The only thing you want is to sneak attack Jin and get him back for last year's scrimmage. 

But you hope nobody else doesn’t get to him before you. 

You notice Dia walking back to the large cabin, arms crossed over her front as her knees hoist high to accommodate the piled up snow. Based on the way she seems, you deem that she is already out of the game and she’s going back inside to get warm. Far out to the right of you, you hear the shrieks of others. You cannot recognize if any of them are from Jin, but you do see Bam running after somebody at high speed before tackling them down. 

Stepping further into the snow covered grassland, a small chirping noise makes you freeze. You turn your head toward the call, waiting for the noise to happen again. Once you hear the distinctive whistle again, you prepare your arm for the first throw. 

“Pst, Y/n…” The deep voice sounds more like a murmur, “up here!” 

You find yourself staring at an evergreen tree under a full sheet of white snow. One branch begins to move slowly, directing your attention toward it. Slowly you creep your way closer, making your way under the canopy it provides. 

“Tae?” You question the second you notice a pair of legs hanging off a branch five feet above you. “What are you doing up there?” 

You begin to ready your throw until Taehyung shoots out a hand, gesturing you to halt your action. His face tells you he is in the defense, not trying to start a fight. 

“I’m hiding,” he laughs lightly. “Not really trying to go all in. I’m playing it safe.” 

Jumping assumptions, you tilt your head as you question him, “Hiding from Maggie?”

“Actually… not really,” he huffs. He looks off through the branches, trying to scope out the main field of play. “I’m not scared of her. I’m scared of Namjoon more than anyone.” 

You begin to step away the second you hear noise closer than before. Both Taehyung and you become dead silent. Ducking your head, you look from below the limbs of the tree for any movement but fail to see anything. 

“Looking for Jin?” Taehyung mutters.

Glancing back up to him, you notice the way his arm is outstretched with his finger pointed. His eyes continue to peek through the tree, set on something you cannot see. 

“He’s currently lurking around the fencing by the bigger cabin. I can see his green hat from here.” 

You pivot in place, not giving it any second thoughts before going back into the field of war. Your mind is so dedicated to getting your revenge that you almost forget to thank Taehyung for not tagging you out and ruining your plans. 

Unaware of who all has been knocked out and who all is still currently in the game, you take your leisurely time walking around as silent as possible against all trees and housings. Quickly stepping closer to the larger cabin and hopefully finding Jin near the same area that Taehyung previously mentioned. 

You’ve made it as far as the lonely shed right besides the larger establishment where you need to sit for a minute and take a breather. The heavy clothing certainly keeps you as warm as possible, but it weighs you down drastically. It is a whole work out just walking in shin-high snow. 

You yank your scarf higher up your neck, tucking the loose frayed pieces into your jacket and cozying yourself against a small corner besides a secondary storage unit and the back of the shed. You watch the puff of air form a cloud out of your mouth the moment you sigh, finding it entertaining as you sit back. 

The sound of crunching footsteps drawing near the side of you alerts your senses. You grip a snowball in each hand, holding yourself impossibly closer as you risk any movement. Fearing the moment you go to kneel or stand that you will end up being too loud. With patience, you listen hard at the approaching steps. 

They must be coming from the right, giving you the slight advantage of being hidden around the corner of the storage space. It eases you momentarily, although the proximity closing in riles your anxiety up. You got lucky with Taehyung’s niceness, you can’t assume everyone else will pass up on the opportunity. 

You’re literally a sitting duck. 

It all happens in a blur. To your surprise, you see Rosie stumbling over herself in a frantic state. Nearly faceplanting herself into the snow as she rounds the corner and is completely oblivious to your whereabouts. She’s trying to escape the presence of another. 

She huffs and puffs, turning around fast to haul a snowball directly behind at her assailant. Rosie falls with her throw, landing straight on her bottom as she stares with horror inflicted eyes. Seconds pass as you see a snowball land right on her in full force, nailing her arms as she raises them to guard herself. 

You remain preserved against the building, not moving a single muscle until you see a green hat come into your view. Jin walks brisky over to Rosie with a smile and hands out, ready to help her up from the ground. Completely walking right past you and not seeing you in the small corner you’re cooped up in. 

Your breath halts, heart beating firmly with excitement as you impulsively dart your body forward and chuck both snowballs at Jin. Hoping that either of them will smack right into him.

And they do. 

Jin and Rosie both turn in bewilderment, eyes wide and confused. You lay there, arms forward from your throw and stomach on the ground with a wicked smile on your face as you smile up at Jin. 

“I got you back!” you begin to laugh, closing your eyes to relish in the moment. 

Roise is the first to join you in your tittering, and shortly after, Jin as well. 

“I didn’t see you there!” Rosie points after getting up, “have you been here the whole time?” 

Jin plops himself on you, trying to attack you for getting him out of the game but also giving you a tight hug. 

“I haven’t! I literally just came here, sat down, and next thing I know the two of you showed up!” 

You play-fight back with Jin, mushing snow into his face as he tries burying it in the crook of your neck. The two of you giggle, yelling at another for the attempts of tickling. 

“Where were you!” Jin smiles after pinning your arms down with both his knees, his body on top of you. “You know I've been searching for you the entire time.”

“Oh you know, here and there. Trying to stay clear from everyone and looking for you!” 

Rosie begins to step aside, aiming to head back into the house, but quickly jumps back behind the shed. She whispers quickly, notifying both Jin and you of another person coming toward the group. 

“Y/n! You’re still playing! Yoongi’s coming!” 

From the corner you see a suit all in black arrive on the scene. Instantly, a snowball pegs Rosie where she stands, her displeasure in her words telling Yoongi she is already out is very evident. She points over at Jin, blaming the culprit for her defeat. When Yoongi turns his head to see the position both you and Jin are in, he cannot help but let out a loud chuckle. 

“What’s going on here?” He gestures with his covered hand. 

Jin sits lightly on your chest, knees still holding down your arms as you kick with your legs behind him. You wiggle your best, trying to escape the trap you’re in. 

“Well you see,” Jin begins with a cheery voice, “I had gotten Rosie out, and this little sneaky she-devil was hiding behind this shed. Nailing me with both her snowballs at once the second she saw me.” 

You tilt your head to view Yoongi, nose and cheeks kissed with the coldness of the night. You narrow your eyes at the man who wiggles his brow at you, a creeping smirk growing on his face.

“Yoongi,” you warn, “remember who brought you the whiskey.” 

He steps closer to both you and Jin, crouching down next to you with a curious tilt to his head. His bottom lip juts out as he ponders the situation, scanning your face. 

“I want to win.” 

His voice comes clear as a whistle, tone completely monochromic with nothing but seriousness. Above your head he holds a snowball, dangling it in front of your face as he laughs at your struggles. You tut and bark your fury at both him and Jin, demanding to be let go and given the chance to run away. But sadly, you are not obeyed. 

Gravity allows the clump of snow to drop from Yoongi’s palm straight onto your forehead. Tagging you out and reigning Yoongi as victorious in this unfair mini-battle. He begins counting on his fingers all the people he has tagged and seen leave the premises. 

“There’s still a few lone wolves out there,” he turns back the way he came and begins stepping away. “Wish me luck!” 

You grumble in submission, begging Jin to get off your body and allowing you to stand back up. He helps dust off the pieces of snow that have gotten stuck to your jacket, smiling to himself as he wipes away the pieces that have fallen into your hairline. 

“You’re so mean,” you pout. Turning on your heels, you go to follow Rosie back towards the large cabin before Jin’s hands grab you. 

“But you got me, hon! How does that make me the mean one here?” 

His gleeful smile is infectious, making you smile like a complete duffus back at him. He shimmies himself in place, an attempt to make you feel better.

It works, but only slightly. 

“How about I take you back inside. Get you warmed up with a nice hot bath. How does that sound?” 

It’s cold outside but even colder inside as piece by piece you strip yourself of each layer of clothes. The warmth they hold against your body dissipates fast into the air. The running faucet of the bath cuts abruptly, turning your head to notice Jin finishing off the last bits of the tub with extra epsom salts. Small candles are lit on the one corner, flickering in the air as Jin moves skillfully around. 

Jin does have a knack for making things seem more than ordinary. 

His pants remain on, for now, but everything else is bare. His back is so inviting with the way his muscles flex over his bones. The moment he stands up straight from his hunched position your arms slink around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind and pushing up your nude body against him. You leave a soft, tender kiss to his spine, right between his shoulder blades.

“I love you,” you whisper. For no reason other than to tell him your feelings. Sometimes in the most random moments of the day you just want to express your adoration. 

His hands rub over your arms, loosening up your grip and twisting in your hold. As Jin faces you he’s already scooping up your chin with his fingers and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“You’re cute,” he grins. 

Jin’s eyes never leave yours, even with the temptation of staring down at your body from his height. He is solely focusing on the way you glow with mirth. 

“Let’s get in,” you mutter as your hands find their way to his waistband, ready to tug the leftover clothes down his body. “I bet it’s nice and warm. I love the added touch with the bubbles and candles.” 

“You go ahead, I want to grab us a drink first.” Jin spins you around, walking you to the side of the bath and leading you with his hand. One foot at a time, you step in slowly. The tingly sensation of heat nips at your frigid skin, instantly warming you up. He waits until you’re fully seated, submerged to the tops of your clavicle before heading downstairs. 

“I want to get the good wine,” he mentions as he heads out the door. “You can turn on the jet system if you want, just watch out for the bubbles!” 

You sigh deeply as you recline back onto the porcelain tub, running your hands over the goosebumps that have risen across your skin. It feels comfortable and much needed. The water is doing exactly what it needs to do to keep you nice and warm. 

The second you feel like you’re drifting away, even tilting your head back around the edge of the tub, you hear Jin coming back into the room. He steps around the area, two small tumblers in his hand along with a freshly popped wine bottle in the other. 

Your eyes watch the fabric of his bottoms drop to the tilted floor below, admiring the expanse of your boyfriend’s lengthy legs. Jin swiftly pours each of your glasses before entering the bath with you, stepping beside you and nudging your body over with his foot. 

Being with the man for over nine years makes life so much easier. There’s no more awkward first interactions, no risky or scary moments where you feel embarrassed or shy. It’s ultimately and domestically comfortable for you. You don’t even bother having to sneak a peak over at his hanging ball sack, he purposely exposes it openly for you to view. 

“How does it feel?” He questions as he takes a seat beside you, handing you your glass. “Will you let me sit behind you?” 

You take the wine glass with mirth, excited to sip leisurely at the darken liquid poured from the bottle. Jin drags you back by your shoulder after submerging himself, pulling you right against his chest so that you can lean back and enjoy the relaxing position. 

“I’m so happy you managed to snag one of the master bedrooms, mainly because of the bathroom,” you laugh as you tilt your head back for a swig. 

“I’m happy that you’re happy,” he responds, humming a sigh as he sneaks his arms around your front and casually teases the round of your tit. His fingertips ghost over your nipple, blaming the bubbles obstructing his perfect view.

The mixture of alcohol plus the heavenly heat of the water feels as if you are in complete serenity, floating away into the ultimate comfort zone. Carelessly, you draw lines up his thigh with your one hand as the other keeps your glass above water. 

“I love you,” you repeat again. This time it earns a chuckle behind you, the water rippling as his shoulders shake. You turn around to look at him with a frown, saying an elongated “hey!”

Jin is quick to place a kiss to the side of your face, peppering them the longer you scowl at him for the rude response to your confession. When he sees you not cracking your act, he softens up a bit. 

He places his glass on the side of the tub before enveloping you completely with his arms, squeezing you tight against him and molding his face against yours. Slowly, he sways the two of you with the water. It eventually earns a creeping smile from your lips. 

“I love you too, honey. Don’t be upset with me when I find it funny that you casually blurt it out. It’s funny in a ‘cute’ kind of way,” he admits. 

“You keep calling me cute,” you huff. “I am more than that, I’ll have you know!” 

Your boyfriend uses his palms to rub over your arms, compressing the muscles under his fingers as he lightly massages you. 

“I know you are!” he whines back, a teasing tone laced in his voice. “You’re beautiful and smart. Sometimes even a little rambunctious when you need to be.” 

Jin’s lips meet the shell of your ear, the smile he wears is evident in his words he speaks. He gently nips at your lobe, sprinkling his luscious lips over the skin across your neck. 

Goosebumps rise and fall across your body again. The sensation is so intimate it makes you feel vulnerable under his ministrations. Even a small moan escapes your mouth as you lean into him. 

“We just got in the bath,” you warn – regretting the second you even say it. 

Jin takes it as he needs to stop his actions, so he pulls away. He contently sighs, admitting that you are absolutely correct and that the two of you should enjoy the water while the heat lasts. 

“Can I at least massage you a little bit?” 

“You’re really asking for it, huh?” you tut back, laughing the second he begins to smile. 

You nod, leaning off of him to sit up. Reaching back, you tap on your trapezius (right above your shoulder) to urge him to place his skillful hands there. Jin commits to the request, arching both thumbs into your back as the rest of his fingers hook around to anchor himself. 

Steadily, he rubs circles into your back. Pushing firmly against the muscles that lie underneath. Very small knots can be found in the right areas, he just needs to experiment a bit more to find them all. 

Together, the two of you sit there in perfect harmony. The longer his fingers press into your back the further your head begins to swim. With the way your body continues to stay warm, rising the temperatures around you – you don’t even question the way you fall head over heels for the man right behind you. 

You bite back the want to tell him that you love him, knowing how it probably will end if you do. So instead you turn in your spot abruptly, disturbing his course of actions with a request.

“Can I suck you off? You’ve been so good to me,” you stare at him with not a single care or fear of judgment. 

Your boyfriend is minorly caught off guard from the way you so nonchalantly ask him that he nearly chokes on his own spit. However, he doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches under water from the sound of promising pleasure. 

The thought process is very simpleminded of him, quickly shaking his head in approval. 

“Let’s get out of the bath,” he beckons you with both hands. 

You giggle at his eagerness, grabbing a washcloth off to the side and quickly running it over the parts of your body that needs scrubbing. 

“You go first,” you smile at him. 

From your spot you watch the way he shakes a towel around his body to soak up the water droplets. He’s dipping his hands in the bathwater quickly before running them throughout his hair. Jin’s eyes look at you with caution, curious why you refuse to move as fast as he is.

“I’ll be right there! I promise. Just give me 5 minutes and wait for me on the bed.”

His fingers tap under your chin quickly as he agrees. You can see his cock already hardening as his mind races with a thousand thoughts.

“Hurry,” he beckons as he stands up. 

After Jin pads his way out of the bathroom, leaning over the tub to make sure he’s out of view completely, you unlock the drainage system for the tub. Rushing out of the pool of water, you’re careful to not slip on the tile below you as you scurry around the bathroom. You close the door momentarily, only to get to the small closet located right beside it. 

You secretly have stashed something for Jin in here on the first day you arrived. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to use the item. 

Tonight is that exact opportunity you need.

“Hon?” you hear the muffled voice of Jin through the otherside of the door. 

“I’m coming!” you shout back in an instant.

Your hands travel down the length of the piece of clothing you managed to throw on quickly. Smoothing out the creases and checking yourself over in the mirror above the two sinks.

You are not sure why you feel a hint of nervousness. Maybe it’s perhaps that this is the first time you are doing something like this. Surprisingly, you’re not sure why it hasn’t happened already. So you take that one deep breath you need to help steady your heart. The handle to the door twists with ease in your grasp as you rotate your wrist to unhinge the large wooden plank standing in the way between you and Jin.

With one swift motion, you reveal yourself out of the bathroom. Even taking your first few steps into the bedroom with confidence as you find a pair of eyes glued to you. You stop in your tracks when you can’t fully read Jin’s expression, sending a signal of doubt to your head.

“Oh no, does… does it look bad?” 

You shrivel up where you stand, at least that’s how it feels to you, as your hands grip at the loose fabric piece flowing over your body. Standing less than 10 feet away from Jin who is propped up on his bed, with a proudly standing erection in his hand and legs spread out, you feel as if you were in the wrong for whatever reason.

Jin blinks at your attire. Eyes wide like a milk saucer pan, frantically scanning over every single inch of your body. His lips part slightly, breath hitched in his throat as he struggled to gulp down the saliva gathering in his mouth.

“Holy hell,” he looks at you in awe. “Holy – Y/n. No! Not at all! How’d you – Why…” he struggles to even form a straight sentence with you. 

He nervously cuckles, heat rises to his face as if he is a child caught red handed. Jin’s grip tightens around his growth out of frustration and excitement.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/n. Hold on now,” he smiles with astonishment.

Jin stares at you in the most disrespectful ways. The small babydoll light pink slip you managed to sneak on completely throws him off guard. It’s satin and sheer, see-through in the areas across your stomach and teases his eyes with the lace spread across your breasts. But Jin is appreciative to no end. He cannot help the way his tongue comes out to swipe across his lips, coating them with a gloss of his spit.

“Thank you,” you smirk with praise.

You stand there with a bashful smirk. Feeling heat from embarrassment but also the feeling of achievement from Jin’s reaction. There’s accomplishment swelling up inside of you, so much that you have no clue what to do with it yourself.

“Shit… do a little twirl for me, I want to see it all.”

You obey naturally as you try to cover up your smile with your fist. One slow spin helps give Jin all the imagery he craves. It urges him to run his fist up his cock enough to tease himself, just as you stand there looking like a whole dessert.

The slip flows with your movements with elegance. It compliments each and every edge of your frame just how you always wished. The more reactions you see out of the Jin the more trust you have in yourself.

“So…” you hum with a quiet giggle. “May I help you with that?”

You give Jin’s dick a pointed look. Noticing how he’s struggling to keep his pace slow. He nods happily; even his entire face lights up with the way you get closer to the edge of the bed and begin kneeling on the mattress.

“Where did you get that?” he leans further back into his pillows as he releases his cock. His eyes never leave your body, they can hardly meet your face with how tantalizing you appear right here – right now.

“I did a little shopping,” you say in a teasing manner.

You crawl up closer to Jin’s side, smiling down at him as he aimlessly reaches his hands to touch you. He wants to feel the material for himself, but also he wants to feel how the material feels on you.

He loosely cups your chest, running his fingers around the lace trimmings. Jin presses into your flesh softly, enjoying the way his palms cuff you. 

As you take his cock in your hand, you hear a stifled groan out of Jin’s throat. He’s heavy and thick, even the base of his shaft begs you for friction as it twitches in your hold.

“Hm, can you keep the dress on for me?”

You nod your head as you lean closer to him and plant a kiss on his lips. Whispering slowly, you take in his bottom lip between your set of teeth.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

You run your palm up and down his shaft, jerking him slowly as your lips come in contact again. Soft huffes come fanning out on your face as you make-out with your boyfriend. His breath shortening by the minute.

His hands come to lather themselves over you. Touching you anywhere and everywhere. Rubbing softly and delicately over the curves and edges of your body as far as he can reach. You pump him with the same pace, flicking your thumb over his cockhead to spread the leaking precum oozing from the tip.

You take the lead, planting kisses and trail them down the side of Jin’s jaw towards the column of his neck. Your plush lips press into him teasingly, continuing down his exposed chest as you shift yourself down the bed. The goal is to level yourself comfortably above his cock, mouth parted and ready to suck.

Gently, you angle his cock towards your face. You admire the angry tip with smudged arousal glistening the top of it like a glazed pastry. Bowing your body, you purposely leave your ass lifted in the air as you bend down toward his lap.

One kiss. Two kisses.

By the third heavenly kiss to the tip of his dick, you poke out your tongue. Wetting the area in a teasing fashion. You slide it over the slit that leaks his juicy precum, tasting it on your tastebuds as your eyes look up toward him.

“Mmm,” you hum with a smile. Letting the man know you fully value how delicious his flavor is.

“God, you’re so gorgeous like that. With those eyes staring up at me,” he comments with a huff.

You thank him kindly by sinking your mouth on him. Allowing yourself to hollow your cheeks out and forcing the size of him inside. His cock lays across your tongue as you flatten it, allowing the girthy appendage to sweep past and inch closer to your throat.

Pulling back, you continue the rhythmic motion of bobbing your head down on Jin. Taking him in more by each gifted inch. Every time you pull back, you suck in – harder. More forceful with the next grind down on him.

You try your very best to keep contact with the lustful eyes staring down at you. His jugular bobs as he swallows thickly, chest rising to keep up with his beating heart. Jin leers down at you with mirth radiating from him.

His hooded eyes twinkle with excitement and carnal desire. Even in the heat of his feverish delight, his palm can’t help but run over the side of your head and brush away the strands of your hair.

“Oh, Y/n,” he moans out loud. He sets his teeth together as if they can hold back another noise, but it fails.

He encourages you to go faster with how prominent his hand is on the top of your head. The way he gradually begins pushing you down with your movements, a silent plea for you to take him all in.

You cover his entire shaft with your spit; allowing it to leak down and touch onto his pelvic area. With everything in you, you focus on breathing calmly. Even when Jin’s cockhead presses firmly against the back of your throat with his next firm push against your head.

Battling with your esophagus, you open it up graciously to allow him to shove further. Heat pools in your stomach as arousal gathers in your panties. You want to reach down, touch yourself to please your body, but you’re not granted that opportunity when Jin’s force makes your hands reach for his hips instead.

“Look at me, hon,” he nearly pants out. “Look at how you make me feel.”

He shifts himself up, thrusting his pelvis into your mouth as he holds your head. You groan and nearly choke out around him, gagging as his cock plunges further into your throat and forcing your mouth to widen further.

Tears draw near the brims of your eyes from the pressure; a reaction from your body when you cannot catch a breath for yourself. You stare up at him with determination, yet all Jin can see is how filthy your mouth is wrapped around his cock.

“You’re beautiful in that little dress of yours,” he compliments.

Jin pulls your head up abruptly, allowing your sucking to ‘pop’ as you are discarded from his dick. A string of saliva connected from his cock pulls and snaps from your lips as you hover in your spot right above Jin’s throbbing member. You gasp for air as if you came up from underwater.

“Jin!” you retort, but you’re met with a coy smirk.

“You’re so good to me, Y/n. I just want to keep doing that. I can cum so fast when you have me deep in your throat like that.”

Jin’s breath sounds slightly labored, yet you feel as if you’re doing all the hard work here. But you want to please the man you’ve been with for years on end. The one you could never replace. The same man who helped you grow as you helped him.

You point at him teasingly with a glint in your eyes. With a small wiggle to your eyebrows you agree to Jin that you accept such a request. Your wrist wipes away the remaining droll that escaped your lips before you dive down once again.

Slowly, you begin to descend. You tilt your head as you look up toward his flushed out face. He has a small crease between his eyebrows from the concentration he radiates as he stares down at you. His fingers comb through your roots, pulling your hair by the base and keeping them away from your face as you dip your head down on him.

With the way his fist forms in your strands, you realize how dedicated he is in wanting to control the pace. The pressure of his palm makes that certain.

“Fuck,” he slurs his word over the intoxicated way his head feels from the way your lips pinch around his cock. “Yeah, just like that. Just like that.”

Jin encourages you. Tingling your ears and fueling that small admiration you secretly always crave. It makes you feel worthy. 

Accomplished.

As if you and only you can make him feel this way. You hold onto this notion, keep it close and secure right next to your heart as your mouth and throat are at war with his cock. Jin ignores the small gags of desperation you give off the more he pushes your head down, he knows you can take him.

After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve pleased the man orally. 

But just how Jin’s motivating words fuel you, make you feel like such a good girl for him – your whimpers and tenacity charge him! Boosting that competitive and pampered ego of his, making him feel on top of the world when you’re breaking down around him in the most lustful ways.

“I’m close,” he warns through his soft pants. “So close, honey. You’re right there. Keep doing that. Fuck, you’re so good.”

His cockhead presses against the back of your throat as he holds you down on him with the purpose of shooting his load to the back of your mouth. Jin grunts softly, holding his breath the moment his orgasm hits him.

He twitches inside your mouth, you can feel it around your lips and throat. His cum lobs out in spurts; you hardly get to taste any of it with how deep it shoots out.

Your throat closes around him, trying to swallow him whole. You want to make Jin proud of you, as always. When you sense the way he begins to unwind down from his high, you slowly pull yourself off of his cock. Each receding inch gives you more room to breathe once again.

You hum; a lopsided smile sits on your face as you look over him. You watch the way his stiffened cock slaps down on his lower abdomen in defeat. Spent from its blissful release. However you give Jin hardly any time to recover.

You move up his body one more time, hands sliding up his bare skin until your fingers hook around the edges of his shoulders.

“How was that?” you speak with a bit of hoarseness to your voice.

Your leg swings over his lap, giving you the chance to straddle on top of Jin as you move your body closer to his. Knowingly, you hover your center directly above his sensitive cock that still spasms with aftershocks of his orgasm. But before you drop yourself onto his lap, you give Jin the fair warning with the way you link your lips back together with his.

Plunging your tongue past his teeth, you force him to taste himself. It doesn’t bother him one bit.

Jin hums a noise of brief protest, but you ignore it entirely.

“I want you inside of me,” you whisper against his kiss-beaten lips.

“Please,” you hum as you push your body against his.

Your boyfriend traces his palms across your exposed skin; up your arms, over your smooth thighs and under the loose fabric of your baby pink slip. He touches you with greed, pulling you with him as he feels your crotch come in contact with his dick.

Jin chokes out a moan, the friction so sensitive to him that he cannot help but be vocal with you.

“S-Shit,” he huffs. 

His fingers find their way between your thighs to graze over the sheer fabric that barely covers your pussy. Even from the first knuckle he uses to touch you, he can feel how graciously wet you are through the material of your thong.

You push into him once more, intentionally rubbing yourself against his cock. You grind down as your hands slither up the sides of his neck to grip at the back of his head. Holding him where you want him; kissing him how you want to kiss him.

“God, Jin. Fuck me now,” you beg with another dry hump. “Fill me up,” you speak in your most alluring tone.

Jin chases your mouth with his as he grunts back to your dirty spoken words. He lightly chuckles to himself in between kisses, a growing smile stops you from returning the last kiss.

“You’re seducing me you little minx,” he chuckles.

“It’s working,” you comment as you tug on his locks. “I’m so wet right now,” you whisper as you nose against his cheek. “So hurry and fuck me in this little dress.”

Without hesitation, Jin obeys the call of his beautiful lady. He hooks his arm around your body before swapping places with you in one swift movement. Your back lands on the mattress faster than you can count to 1. Jin’s already lifting the skirt of your slip to pool it around your waist in 2. His fingers pull away the thin material of your panties in 3 mere seconds.

He looks down between the two of you, eyes focusing right at the apex of your thighs that you willingly spread open for him. Opening yourself up wide to show how much you truly are glistening for him.

Heat rises with how close Jin places his body to yours. The alcoholic beverages you have drank surely does help with your temperature – even the nice warm bath helps keep you nice and toasty. But the way both you and Jin radiate such a hotness between each other, skin on skin contact, your body begins simmering like water in a pan. All your blood vessels rushing throughout your entire being in excitement and anticipation.

That’s what has you beginning to feel like you’re roasting over an open fire. Though, you are technically under that theoretical fire.

Jin.

“Beautiful,” he comments with adoration.

His fingers continue to spread your panties to the side, holding the fabric there as his body edges closer to you. Cock securely in his other hand to help guide him to your entrance, not before he leisurely runs his tip up and down your folds to gather up your slick.

Jin smiles to himself the moment his cockhead dips into you, pushing open your walls with a hasty movement. The two of you equally gasp for air as if your lungs were finally released from a tight squeeze. All the pent up elation and eagerness built such fever between the two of you, that the initial moment of Jin entering inside you feels even more intimate.

Once Jin fastens himself in a position to where he’ll be able to thrust into you, he lets his urgency take the better of him. You are top priority to him, and the gravity of the matter is heavy to his heart.

Your chest rises and falls the deeper he sinks, sitting his lap flush against your cunt and forcing a loud slap of skin to resound in the air. Jin anchors an elbow down into the mattress beside you as his free hand runs down your inner thigh to your knee – pinning that leg onto the bed. It grants him the beautiful angle to look down your entire body, ogling the scene before him as his cock rams into your body.

“Mmf,” you moan through your nose.

The pleasure feels so heavenly to you, you cannot help but flutter your eyes from how your body grasps onto the way Jin drags his cock along your wet walls. Lust energizes you to touch yourself by folding your chest. You grope and tug on your chest, kneading your tits between your fingers while you let out mewing groans of delight.

“Ah,” – you smile with a bright gleam – “More. More!”

Even when Jin angles his head closer to your neck, sucking kisses into your skin around your clavicle, he makes sure to maintain his sight down the length of your body.

Sloppy wet squelching noises echo in the room from Jin’s onslaught of thrusts. It only shows how shockingly wet you are for turning on your man.

You feel him fill you up completely before pulling back, only just to do it all over again. Jin rolls his hips expertly into you, knowing that you need and want nothing else but that. Your body twitches for him, involuntarily, as you chase his thrusts with your own.

“Jin,” you moan soft enough for only his ears to hear.

Your body becomes restless, unable to relax as your pleasurable high eggs closer towards the finish line. You can feel the way your cunt clenched tighter with each passing second.

A higher pitched moan escapes your throat when he picks up speed. Jin’s breath fans out across your neck as he lowers his angle, positioning himself deeper into your cunt in the process.

“You like that, Y/n?” he huffs out between the shortness of his breath. “I wish you could see how pretty you are with how hot and horny you look right now. God, I want you so much.”

His thrusts are quick and shallow, but they work overtime. Each time his hips rail into you, so does his pubic bone. It rubs and slaps your exposed clit in the ways you need it to. Brushing that itch of nerves that beg to be set loose.

“I always love it,” you admit in a breathless confession.

The knot in your lower stomach begins to tighten while your legs shake around Jin’s slotted frame. Your hands run all over your front, unaware of where to actually place them as you find something to hold onto. You’re hit with a rush of warm tingling sensations the second your orgasm appears, sending luscious jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Your baby pink slip bunches up in your fists as you toss your head to the side while chanting Jin’s name like a mantra. He fucks you through your release, slapping his pelvis into you as his palm continues to pin you down frame underneath him.

The feeling of your orgasm clenching around his girth, holding him with a vice grip, has Jin screwing his eyes shut. Control entirely out of hand, lost into the abyss of the world; his thrusts gain speed but lose accuracy. Jin chases his climax as your breathless moans ring in his ears.

Your name is the only word he manages to sing through his guttural moan as he spills his entire load deep into your pulsing pussy.

Jin’s hips halt against you, cock completely submerged and cramped against your walls. Light perspiration gathers around pieces of your body to help cool you down. But, Jin pays no mind to the salty taste of sweat when his lips latch onto the underside of your ear after collapsing on top of your body.

A soft chuckle leaves his throat while his arms slither their way under and around your frame. He holds you close to him, skins sticking against another.

His breath fans out in small puffs. He smiles with each small peck of a kiss to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers softly.

Slowly and shallowly he ruts himself against you. Sensitivity for the both of you are very high.

“I love you too,” you smile with a laugh.

Your arms envelope around him, so do your legs. Embracing Jin in a naked koala-hug.

Moments of silence don't bother either of you. It’s comforting actually. You want nothing more but to snuggle up against your boyfriend, regardless of his softening cock still lodged deep inside of you.

Jin finally leans up with what room he’s allowed to, arm propping himself up as his free hand runs over his forehead to push back his dampened hair. He looks down with you, a smitten look dressed all across his features.

“You got a little drool running down your chin,” he comments as he scans the corner of your lip.

You blink at him as you prepare to respond matter-a-factually.

“I got a little cum inside of me too.” You raise your eyebrows at him, “I think a little drool isn’t my first concern here.”

Jin bites back his laugh while he nods. He slowly readjusts himself, dragging his cock out of you as steady as possible. The emptiness makes you miss him instantly, however you thank the small sting of pleasure reminding you that he was once there.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes with a bit of worry behind his eyes. “I know normally I ask ahead of time… I just got a bit carried away.”

You unravel your limbs from him, giving the two of you more breathing space. Together you sit up on the mattress, still leaning toward another as you keep your eyes connected.

“You’re ok, Jin. The clean up is a bit annoying but I don’t mind. I’ll just be in the bathroom for a little longer than usual. You know I have an IUD so at least that isn’t the problem,” you reassure your boyfriend as you straighten out the wrinkles in your slip.

Jin’s fingers come up to grip around the strap hanging on your shoulder, pulling it slightly back into its respective place.

“This dress… I blame this,” he smirks.

Yip! Yip! Yip!

“Would you stop scaring the birds away?”

Yip!

You roll to your side, away from the burning sunlight peeking through the narrow blinds. The constant noise of Taehyung’s six pound Pomeranian, Yeontan, barking up a storm outside stirs you awake. The voice of his girlfriend, Maggie, hushes the ambitious dog each and every time the furball speaks up.

Confidentially, you gauge the time to be far too early for your liking. Much too early to be awake at this hour. And too damn early to be smelling the beginnings of something so scrumptious, something so delicious, wafting into your room. 

It’s cruel how the scent urges you to stay awake. Calling to your senses enough to have your hand searching the other side of the bed for your boyfriend. 

The fabric feels cool, empty without the warmth of another body. If your intuition is correct, and typically it usually is, your best guess is that Jin must be cooking to his heart's content to accommodate the company of the houses with breakfast.

You give yourself a big long stretch, the type that nearly bone-pops your entire spine and pulls each muscle taut against another. Gingerly, you step yourself over to the bathroom, sliding on your boyfriend’s extra pair of fuzzy slippers and sliping each of your arms through the deep purple faux fur robe. It came as a couple’s set, no doubt Jin must be wearing his matching one seeing as it is missing from the hook. It serves to keep you as warm as possible in the early morning bitterness.

Your vixenous nightgown slinks over your curves, reminders of last night still replaying in your mind as you stare yourself in the mirror above the sink. The places his pillowy lips lingered far too long left small bruised spots on your skin. How his hands gently graced over the cups of your breasts, outlining the soft flesh before grazing over the tops of them. How his legs slotted themselves between your thighs, using his body to pry you open wider for him. 

Even the recurring thoughts about it makes your nipples harden and your body excited. 

You clear the small morning crusts from the tear ducts of your eyes and pick at the suspicious growing bump near the bottom of your chin before turning the faucet on. The moment your hand dips to test the running tap water, your eyes catch sight of something shiny slunk around your fourth finger. 

A deep furrow digs itself a permanent residence on your forehead as you analyze the silver band. Sitting comfortably on top of the piece of jewelry is nothing but a solid diamond rock, cut in the shape of a delicate snowflake and surrounded with two lines of matching small clear jewels. 

The water continues to run in the background as you zone out in confusion. Seconds easily turn into a lengthy minute of you just staring at this mysterious ring on your finger. It’s an obvious impression, a statement if anything. You are a fool if you think otherwise. 

The marvelous piece sparkles, shines. It is crafted so beautifully that Persephone would even be envious. Each microscopic edging refracts the light so gorgeously that you wish it is the reason your eyes begin to tear up. 

You stumble out of the bathroom, across the master suite littered with last night's residue, and down the descending steps of the overhead loft area toward the first level of the cabin. Hard on your heels, you pivot the moment you land off the very last step. You come face to face with Jin at the entryway of the kitchen, his hands full of tongs and spatulas. An apron covering his robe and slicked up bedhead hair. 

“Y/n?” He questions you with confusion and a look of concern across his face. 

The sound of your frantic pattering down the stairs, nearly losing a slipper in the rush, must have notified him of an urgency. To his own surprise though, it is you who meets him instead of any other residence from the second floor. 

“Jin?” Your voice comes out raw. It feels heavy in your throat, a harsh scratch straining against your vocal cords as your emotions begin to take over. 

Both of you stand there with wide eyes and shock, for several reasons all at once. Jin is confused as to why you’re up already and if his plan has ultimately been ruined. He cannot read the reason for the tears running down your cheeks or the small hiccup in between your breaths. You’re just trying to maintain every fabricated nerve inside your body to stay as sane as humanly possible. 

But the moment you catch the hint of kindness, the look of full blown sincerity through Jin’s deep chocolate brown eyes… you lose all rational thought.

Your vision blurs the next time you blink, left hand raising up into view. It physically shakes as you attempt to hold it still, flashing the bright rocked jewelry toward your boyfriend. 

“What is this?” You sob. It comes out ugly; a horrible clogged up voice that barely breaks into the air. 

With no hesitation, Jin drops down the cooking utensils to the nearest counter and his hands immediately snake around to envelope you. His palm softly pushes your head into him, holding you close as he leans his against yours. He shushes you, but it only worsens your state. 

“Honey,” he speaks into your hair. His voice is calm, but he, too, sounds different. 

You use the cloth covering his chest as your tissue. His arms are your safe-haven. Everything surrounding you feels like flooded warmth, comforting you like a thick blanket.

“You were supposed to be asleep,” he lightly chuckles after sniffling. He reassures you with his hand slowly rubbing along the length of your back. “I’m making you croffles… your favorite.” 

“Y-Yeontan woke me up,” your voice comes out muffled as you bury your face further into his chest. 

Every hush, every calm and sweet word that Jin speaks only makes you weep more. It only confirms the realization of everything that almost starts feeling like a delusional dream.

“Look at me,” he taps your head lightly. 

You're reluctant at first, not wanting him to see your reddened eyes. But, you listen to his guidance. His thumbs swipe away loose tears that broke out, eliminating their existence as you try your best to look anywhere but directly at him. 

“Y/n.” 

“Is this… are you being serious? Is this what I think it is?’

“Look at me, please,” he pleads softly. 

You meet his heartfelt eyes, they glisten with moisture. Emotional, just like you. The sizzling and crackling of the pans on the oven momentarily remind you of his cooking. You attempt to direct his attention to it, afraid his food will spoil if left unattained. 

He quickly pulls you closer to the counter, stepping you aside to turn the dials down on the stove and lifting the pans away. A waffle frier dings simultaneously just as the bubbles of another pan begin to boil over the rim. 

Standing there against the edge of the counter, you timidly hold your arms close and across your body. The snug heat Jin provides your body disappears instantly as he swiftly manages the kitchen before coming back to you. Noodles, eggs, and various breakfast goodies linger about the area. Prepared well for whoever wishes to eat. 

“I’m so sorry, Hon. It was supposed to be a surprise.” 

He speaks, tone broken and saddened. His hands come to hold yours in his, fingers soothing over your palms. Jin steps closer to you, dropping everything to make you as unconcerned as possible. 

“I was going to wake you with breakfast in bed.” 

His eyes flicker between yours, watching the way they redden further as you silently sob. It breaks down his walls as he switches to his gentle nature. He feels the way your body trembles, how anxiety is riddled throughout your body and watches the way your bottom lip quivers. 

Jin’s eyes begin to match yours, coating lightly with a layer of tears. His fingertips never stop rubbing light circles into your palms as he leans closer to you. Voice caught in his throat and chest heavier than a weighted iron.

“Jin 一”

“一 I love you,” he confesses through a shaky breath. His hands squeeze yours tighter in his. A single tear rolls off the corner of his eye, mouth forming a soft yet weak smile. He’s trying his absolute best to improvise without direction, especially how his original plan goes right out the window. 

“I… I…,” he steps closer with a lump in his throat. His voice lowering, softening, as he continues to speak words he’s recited in his head for months. “You are everything I have ever wanted and more. I could never imagine a life without you and I selfishly want to keep you to myself. These past nine, joyous, years have been the best years of my life and I want to secure more.” 

Each detailed and pronounced syllable rings through your ears. Edging you further to the tender, vulnerable places of your heart. 

Both you and Jin sniffle with a trembling laugh. A small shed of light onto such a heavy and sudden conversation. 

Slowly, Jin drops himself down to one knee with his fingers interlacing with yours. The glistening of the snowflake ring catches both of your attentions and Jin wastes no time planting a chaste kiss to your knuckles. 

“Y/n… You are the love of my life. Through everything we’ve ever been through, I can happily say with my entire heart that I am more than grateful to have spent all those times together. I love 一”

“一 Yes!” You chirp up with as much voice you can muster. It surprises him, making him blink up at you with astonishment. “Yes, yes, yes! A million times yes!” 

Your hands are tugging him from the floor, urging him to stand tall once again and surround you with his arms. Tears stain down your cheeks as you’re seeking your lips for his. 

“I love you so much, Y/n,” Jin says between kisses. His hands cup your face, swiping away all the water lines even though his own are dripping down his cheeks. 

“I love you too, Jin. So so so damn much,” you exclaim as your hands grip onto his shoulders. “I wouldn’t want any other person out there, only you!” 

The two of you start lightly laughing at the hysterical cries you each release, overwhelming feelings taking over your bodies. You’re equally a mess, trying to regain normality of your bodies but the high of something new, wholesome, sweet, and heartwarming blasts you with an immense amount of blissful joy. 

You stand there trying to clean another up with fits of laughter and sniffles and snorts as happiness radiates between the two of you. A mysterious glow, innate charm shining around each of you as you accept the step step of your lives together. 

Too distracted with another, neither of you have noticed the sound of the outside sliding door opening and closing. Nonchalantly, the voice of Taehyung’s girlfriend begins walking past the view with a riled up and snow covered Yeontan in her arms. A thick fur coat covers her only to her knee caps and two large snow boots horde heat to her feet. Clearly the attire is thrown on to maintain the little dog for a morning potty break.

“You just had to go into the snow piles that are taller than you and now you’re covered with large clumps of snow,” she scolds Yeontan as if he truly can understand her. “I’m going to need to towel dry you, you furry fiend!”

Maggie notices the smell of food, her nose lifting in the air until she connects her eyes to the area of the kitchen. However, she immediately fixes her attention to the state of dismay you look to be in and her eyebrows shoot straight up to her hairline. 

It’s only when she steps closer as she questions if everything is alright, does she notice that Jin also has watery-eyes but with the largest grin on his face. Embarrassment flushes over you, too many emotions running amok in your body, that results in you nuzzling your face further in Jin. He gestures to Maggie with a thumbs up, letting her know things are perfectly fine 一 more than fine, really.

They’re great! 

You hear the hushed steps of Maggie walking away before Jin’s voice is requesting you to come out of hiding. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes looking down at you through long eyelashes. 

“I had this whole, sweet thing planned out to propose to you. Sizing your finger whenever you were fast asleep and spending eons on trying to pick out the most perfect ring that suited you. I hope asking you something like this is acceptable. I don’t ever want to let you go. Even though you’ve already said it, I need to ask it. Will you please marry me?”

“I just need you, Jin. I don’t need anything but you. Thank you for putting in so much hard work for me. To make things the way you wanted it and I'm sorry they didn’t pan out the way you anticipated. I would have said yes regardless of whether it was a ring or not. I love you with my whole heart, Jin.”

You kiss him, lovingly with warmth. The plush of his lips melt perfectly into yours, soft and gentle just like his natural demeanor when it comes to you. 

“Of course, I will marry you!”

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BTS IMAGINES: PART 6

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: September 4th, 2023)

Jungkook

order up | jjk (waiter!jungkook x customer!reader) @ressjeon

my euphoria | jjk [fake dating au ; ceo jjk x florist oc] @moyochu

The Broken Vow (manipulation, yandere, hospitals, divorce, mentions of death, angst,) @lleldey

game over (streamer/gamer!au) @ressjeon

the road to radiant | jjk (m) (fluff, angst, smut, gamer!au, streamer!au, rivals to friends to lovers!au) @kookskingdom

The Language of Flowers (Hanahaki AU) @justimajin

dance with the devil | jjk (angst, royalty - bridgerton vibes, childhood friends to enemies to ?luvrs?) @alphabetboyluvr

Not in the Way You Think (ChildHoodFriendsToLovers!AU, NonIdol!AU, VirginReader!AU, BachelorJK!Au, Fuck-Boy JK, Virgin Reader) @jungkookstatts

Seven Days Masterlist | JJK (nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader, non-idol au, brother's friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut) @hisunshiine

cool with you | jeon jungkook (strangers to friends to lovers. smut. afab!reader [she/her] x neighbor!jk) @kooktrash

Sour (ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXER AU, DANCE, AU SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST) @thvhoe

champagne problems | jeon jungkook (groom!jungkook x wedding planner!reader) @daegustae

we keep this love - j.jk (fluff, angst (5k, lots of pining and f2l)) @namfinessed

Taehyung

the odds on us | k.th. (m) (angst | smut | fluff | exes to lovers!au | slice of life!au) @jimilter

can’t take my eyes off of you (one night stand, smut, pinch of fluff) @mrworldwideshoulders

Crazy for You | kth (best friend’s older brother to lovers, a little bit of fake dating trope, idol!au, angst, smut, fluff, snippets of life) @oddinary4bts

best friend’s best friend (best friend!heir!jeongguk x heiress!reader x best friend’s best friend!heir!taehyung) @ktheist

all you want | kim taehyung (rich ceo!kth x rich student!reader) @kooktrash

Seducing the Villain 1 [Villain!Taehyung x Reader x Noble!BTS] @helenazbmrskai

Page Turner (M) | KTH (Kim Taehyung/ Reader, Teacher!Tae/ Librarian!Reader) @gukslut

Exchanging Heat (M) | KTH (Korean exchange/visiting student!Taehyung x (slight) tsundere!reader) @jinfizz

unconditionally || kth (ex-husband!taehyung x female reader ➼ genre: angst | fluff | hurt/comfort | smut | divorce au | exes to lovers au | parents au) @sugakookitty

tolerate it masterlist (heavy angst, one-sided love, forced marriage, infidelity, smut) @archivedkookie

entangled spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader (romance, smut, love triangle) @caelesjjk

(re)starting over again | kth; masterlist (baker!taehyung x nurse!reader, amnesia au) @httpknjoon

the art of obsession | kim taehyung (dark academia. college au. painter!taehyung x writer!y/n [afab. she/her]) @kooktrash

lace & luxury | kim taehyung (sugar daddy!taehyung x exotic dancer!reader [she/her, female anatomy], taehyung aged up) @kooktrash

Seokjin

Knocked (Streamer!Seokjin x f. Reader) @sailoryooons

a human touch, part 2, final (robot!taehyung/virgin!reader, fluff, smut (NSFW, 18+)) A@snackhobi

On The Ropes (KSJ x F!Reader) (ex-boxer!Seokjin x lawyer!reader (ft. boxer!Jungkook) genres/au/rating: angst, smut, infidelity!AU, 18+) @raplinesmoejon

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All stories and oneshots also available on Wattpad and Ao3

Updated: 11/20/2023

Secrets Underneath the Moon

✏️Seokjin(werewolf) x Reader🔞 ✏️Shifter (angst, fluff and smut) ⚠️Warning Fic includes: blood, wolf attack, cursing, murder, gun, death, fire, smut, violence, airplane sex, vaginal sex, semi-public sex, biting, marking⚠️

Her Prince

✏️Prince Namjoon x OC ✏️ Romance ⚠️ Warning Fic includes: Fighting (sword and physical), blood, kidnapping, injury fighting additional warnings in tags⚠️

Love is Not Over

✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️

The Dream

✏️Jimin and Jungkook x Reader🔞 ✏️Smutty oneshot ⚠️Warnings: cursing, mild sex, intercourse, voyeurism, exhibitionism ⚠️

More Than Friends

✏️Jin x Reader🔞 ✏️ Friends to lovers one shot. ⚠️Warnings: Fluff, hot makeout session ⚠️

Let Me

✏️ Namjoon (idol) x Reader ✏️ Friends to Lovers ⚠️ Warnings: Heavy make out session🔞

Show You

✏️Hobi x Reader🔞 ✏️Friends to lover, smut ⚠️Warnings: oral female receiving, intercourse, biting, scratching, hair pulling ⚠️ 🛑 18+ Due to adult themes and mature content

The Set

✏️Taehyung x Reader ✏️Fluff oneshot 📖WC: 1604 🛑 18+

Reunion

✏️Namjoon and Jungkook x Reader ✏️Fluff oneshot 📖WC: 852 🛑 18+ Due to adult themes and mature content ⚠️Warnings: mention of drunken one night threesome ⚠️

No Turning Back

✏️Jimin x Reader🔞 ✏️Fluffy, Smutty oneshot 📖WC: 1002 🛑 18+ Due to adult themes and mature content ⚠️Warnings: Oral, mild sex, intercourse ⚠️

Reunited

✏️Jin x Reader🔞 ✏️Smutty oneshot 📖WC: 708 🛑 18+ Due to adult themes and mature content ⚠️Warnings: cursing, make out session in the back of car with fingering, intercourse, exhibitionism ⚠️

The One That Got Away

✏️Jin x Reader ✏️Fluffy oneshot 📖WC: 240 🛑 18+ Due to adult themes and mature content ⚠️Warnings: No warnings for this one. Just a heartbreaking quick oneshot ⚠️

Change Of Plans

✏️Jungkook and Taehyung x Reader🔞 ✏️Smutty oneshot 📖WC: 1949 🛑 Rating: MA ~Due to adult themes and mature content~ ⚠️Warnings: cursing,oral (male and female), threesome, intercourse, voyeurism, exhibitionism ⚠️

Hot Chocolate & Chill

✏️Seokjin Taehyung x Reader🔞 ✏️Smutty oneshot 📖WC: 2343 🛑 18+ Due to adult themes and mature content ⚠️Warnings: Ice Play, Edging, Intercourse, Oral (female receiving), Kissing, Multiple Orgasms ⚠️

She’s like the wind

✏️Namjoon x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC: 2811 ⚠️cheating ex, drinking, storms and flooding⚠️

Legs For Days

✏️Jimin x female reader ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC: 4102 ⚠️Warning: talks about insecurity of being tall, mentions bullying, cursing, heavy make out session turning into dry humping⚠️

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this love | ksj

seokjin is with you, a nervous wreck, during a big family event...

tw / tags / description: ~3.9k words / established relationship / seokjin x f reader / smutty and fluffy / smut includes: f!ngering and kissing / rap line cameo /  as always, feedback is always welcome! / more jin fics to come! i have many i thought i posted already + i'm posting my first series soon!

Jin almost got a scolding from you. His family was hosting a big event for his cousin’s wedding in two days…. did he have to spring up on you at the last minute?!

He had introduced you to members of his direct family when things between you actually started getting serious, but the interactions were still limited to formal dinners and lunches, during which you constantly attempted to impress them despite Jin’s insistence that his family and friends already loved you… 

And Jin just casually announces this huge event, days before it was due to happen…

“I knew you’d get nervous, which is why I didn’t tell you sooner. Look, you don’t have to come if you’re so stressed, but -“

“No, I will,” you cut him off. “I want to….”

“Hey,” he says calmly, his hands on your shoulders. “Just be yourself. Look, the ‘important’ ones already love you as you are, I love you which is actually the most important thing, so don’t worry about anything else. And I’ll be there with you the whole time”. Jin’s soft lips meet your forehead in a kiss.

The evening was spent rummaging through your closet and scrambling through websites looking for an appropriate outfit, with you asking Jin about the dress code, the attendees, the setting, the weather…

“Look, it’s not too formal but not too casual, it seems to be both indoors and outdoors, so I really don’t know what to tell you, sweetie. Just wear that red one you own…”

You look at Jin, a smirk present on his face, as expected. “That’s definitely the best choice, honey, with that neckline and my cleavage sticking out, I’ll make the best impression on everyone…”, you say sarcastically.

“Wear it for me some other time then... I was already planning a special day with you next week… But for this, anything will work, my sweet sweet Y/N. I'm sure you’ll find something.”

-

Somehow, you did find something, though you were still unsure of the green dress you found hanging at the back of your closet and kept making sure you looked alright from the second you first tried it on until the entire car ride up to the event on the day. When you weren’t asking Jin if your dress was too tight or your makeup was too much, you went over the attendees and his family members, with him thoughtfully explaining who everyone would be - even the kids he assured you you wouldn’t have to know.

And thankfully so. 

“Look, I have to introduce you anyways, so again… don’t worry. I’ll be by your side the whole time,” he had reassured you as he pulled up at the location, one of his family members’ homes, but after the lessons you forced him to give you, you were more confident than you thought you would be…  Some of his family members were impressed with the knowledge you had of them or their interests, while others sized you up, understandably protective over Jin.

You had begun to feel truly at ease when you saw Jin’s friends there - Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok - thanking the universe when Jin mentioned they were also friends with his cousin and would also be there that day. It was nice to see them and their warm, familiar faces in a sea of mostly strangers.

But what was most calming, more than the boys or your sudden confidence was Jin himself. His presence and touches were present the entire afternoon, whether he was holding and squeezing your hand in reassurance, or touching your waist and the small of your back while introducing you to his family and friends and hyping you up, and his asking if you were okay every couple of minutes… You smiled wider and fell a little more in love with him every time he did so.

Soon, Jin had introduced you to practically everyone in sight. Taking in the situation as you both stood in a quiet area of the house, you feel like you’re breathing for the first time the entire afternoon.

“You did great, sweetie…”, Jin leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, lightly rubbing your back.

You exhale, scratching your arm. “Thanks, Jin.”

“I mean it…”, he mumbles as he takes a sip of the drink in his hand. “And I love showing you off like this.”

“What? Like I’m a trophy?”, you ask with a laugh.

“No. I’m the trophy here. You won the lottery by having such an amazing guy like me, as you’ve been told tonight…” His lips forming a big, almost exaggerated smirk with the tilt of his head.

“I have… countless times. And they’re not wrong, you are a pretty, good guy sometimes….”

“Yes, but seriously sweetie, you did great. I just loved telling everyone: Look at my amazing girlfriend! See how beautiful she is? See how clever she is? See how brilliant she is? Do you see how lucky I am? Well, how lucky we BOTH are? Either be happy for us or be jealous of us!”, he proclaims quietly. “I wish I could've said it exactly like that, but you get the picture.”

“I don’t know about clever and beautiful, you gave me half the information I needed tonight…”.

“Half…”, he mumbles.  “And fucking look at you, I caught some guy I barely recognize - maybe a friend of a friend - looking at you in a way… like he was figuring out if he could hit on you… You’re beautiful, honey, and I’d like to see him try,” he waves off, no jealousy or anger in his voice - just adoration and amusement.

“You and everyone else were right about one thing, though, Seokjin. I am very lucky…..” you say as you rub his arm. “I guess I get what you mean when you say all that since it makes me even more excited for the day I show you off to all my friends and family like this. And it was nice to hear all those things about you, honey…. The stories people had of you, the way they spoke about you and were so protective over you… You’re so loved, Seokjin…. And I love you…. so much.”

Jin’s entire face goes red at your words, and you quickly think to continue talking to make him laugh or return back to normal before he gets too flustered. “All these people love you and I do too, but the best part….”, your voice lowers,  “… is that no one can love you like I can.” 

Fuck. What was intended to be a joke to make him laugh, turned out to be more sultry than you expected - Jin’s ears are almost a shade of maroon.

He turns his head to face you, about to whisper something in your ear before he takes a look around and rethinks his decision, finally staring at your lips. He sighs and looks away again for a moment, staring at the stairs behind him….his face still pink when he turned to face you again, composed.

“All that love…. I’d give it to you,” he whispers. “I try to, I hope you know that…  I’d give it all to you, sweetie. You deserve it.”

“Don’t”, you reply immediately, tears starting to well up in your eyes and your hand resting on his stomach. “You deserve it too…. Let’s share it. This love. Our love…..With each other... And the rest of the world... Our family and friends who need it too. We’re lucky we can do that, aren’t we?”

Jin nods, inches away from your face, before backing away with a sigh at the realization that he was about to kiss you with way too many family members around - luckily, your hand on his chest was still concealed by his jacket, only for you and Jin to know about, no one feeling his racing heartbeat except for the two of you.

“Did we really meet everyone already?” he says, looking around, though you aren’t able to make out his tone. “You’re just so wise and amazing and…. I want to show you off… I want to…” 

Jin scratches the back of his head as his voice trails off. At that, you look at Jin, and really look at him and try to meet his eyes - not quick glances or stares while the other looked away, as you had been doing. And his entire face was still red, confirming your suspicions after his head scratch. 

 “Jin, not here…. Not now.”

“Look,” he utters, eyes locking onto yours in what felt like ages. “If I’m not mistaken, there’s a pantry upstairs. I hid in it as a kid when we used to play. Just quietly follow me there. No one will see you. Wait a few seconds after I go in.”

“Jin… no”, you panic. 

“Sweetie, I need it. I need you. I’ll help you calm down...”

“I was calm before you suggested this!”

“Don’t you need it too?”, he asks in a whisper, his gaze briefly shifting to your lips. 

You didn’t even have time to lie to Jin and sacrifice your needing for him to keep up appearances - the moment the question left his lips he took a step away from you and up the staircase.  For a split second you debate staying downstairs, but looking around…. you didn’t recognize a single soul around you…. Not even Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok were in sight…. You cursed yourself and Jin as you climbed up the stairs and into the pantry that Jin stuck his foot out of. Shutting and locking the door behind you, he didn’t waste a second. 

His lips find yours while his hands grabbed your hips and pinned you against a wide, empty shelf to keep you in place. His plump lips kiss yours, your cheeks, your jawline, your neck, with your lips kissing brushing against his soft face whenever he gave you the chance - soon enough, it was too messy to keep track of what was going on.

Right when you feel your body begin to weaken at Jin’s actions, he steps away and brings his index finger up to the middle of his lips, quietly sighing against it before bringing his finger to your lips. You didn’t even realize you might’ve already been moaning at Jin’s touches and kisses. It was hard not to let out a noise - a moan, a plea, a groan, a murmur or scream of his name, or a vow of obedience now when he was commanding you to be quiet.... and it was even tougher when his other hand gripped your hip tighter, a response to your knees buckling against him at his request.

“Se-“, you begin to whisper against his finger, but Jin just shakes his head.

“No,” he breathes, his whispers always lower than yours. “No. Try…”

He lifts his finger and kisses your lips, swallowing any tiny moan you let out while he grunts into your mouth. His hands move to the softness of your thighs, caressing them before his fingers dig into their pillowness - squeezing your bum with one hand while the other begins to lift your thigh. Jumping onto the counter behind you in response, you scrunch up your dress and wrap your legs around Jin’s body while he throws his jacket onto the floor of the compact space. You bite your lip when his kisses move to your neck while his hands grope your bra over your dress before tugging down at the neckline and nestling his head between your breasts, kissing and then biting your soft skin there and all over your chest.

If you didn’t do something soon, you knew you’d scream out his name. Staring at him nestled on your chest, you tug at his hair, smiling when Jin involuntarily moans through his teeth, which bit at your raised bud.

“Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily as broke away and stared down at your thighs. “Honey…. I’m really gonna need you to keep quiet now, okay?”

He kisses all over your lips and up your jaw, suddenly biting your ear. Before you could wonder if this was all he planned, his hand creeps between your thighs and meet your heat, and you were sure that Jin felt your muffled choke against his lips now on your neck.

“Shhhhh,” he whispers, his other hand finding and holding onto your neck, but staying quiet gets harder and harder with every stroke and rub of his fingers through your wet underwear. He finds the edge of the fabric and pushes it aside, moving his fingers in a way that he knew you loved & would get you over the edge quickly - there wasn’t enough time for teasing. Your jaw drops at his touch, which caused unbearably wonderful sensations to travel all over your body as it moved against him, to the point where your grip on his shoulder weakens, your body preparing to let go over his fingers…..

When you hear footsteps from outside the door.

You and Jin pause for a few seconds, and when he realizes that no one knocked, his fingers escape your heat yet continued to toy with your folds at a slower pace….  

But the footsteps return.  And this time, they were followed by a knock.

“Anyone in there?,” an unfamiliar voice called out.

Frozen, you and Jin are unable to respond, but a second series of knocks follow.

“Anyone in there?”

“Y-yes!,” Jin calls out. “It’s me, hyung.”

“Seokjin? You okay?”

“Yeah, just need a minute… Looking for,” he pauses, searching the pantry for an excuse that wasn’t your body, “….an extra bottle of hot sauce for the table.”

“Oh. I thought this was a bathroom. I’ll just wait for the one downstairs. What are you doing looking for hot sauce? So many people are looking for you, by the way. Come straight outside as soon as you’re done, okay?”

“Okay, hyung, thanks,” Jin replies.

When the man’s footsteps fade, Jin brings his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“Don’t be,” you reply, your hand scratching Jin’s scalp. “Let’s finish this when we’re home, mm?”

He sighs in response, his hand retreating from between your legs, licking your wetness off of your fingers before he cups your cheeks.

“Of course….”, he whispers, his head now buried in your neck. “Fuck. This love…. This love I’m so lucky for….. My love….” 

“You’re my love and my luck…. Seokjin….,” you mumble into his hair, taking in the scent of his shampoo and cologne.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he grumbles. “Can we teleport home?”

“I don’t want to leave you either,” you reply. “But Seokjin.... your family needs you.”

Jin raises his head as more footsteps are heard from the other side of the door, but he pauses, smirking at the state of you, holding back a giggle. “Fuck, my love, I’m sorry. Go, fix yourself up, your dress…. and come to me downstairs, okay? We can’t leave here together like this and if they’re looking for me it must be because they started taking photos. Will you be okay?”

“Yes. Go,” you tell him, rubbing his arm.

He grabs his jacket off of the floor and gives you a quick kiss, mumbling an “I love you” before leaving. 

You jumped off the extended shelf, pulled down your dress and pulled up its neckline, used a nearby roll to make sure you weren’t wet enough for any wetness to leak through your underwear and dress, before finally brushing your hair with a couple of your fingers, stepping out a minute after Jin.

Someone you greeted earlier on was seemingly waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, but her demeanor was entirely different than earlier. She had greeted you with a smile earlier in the day, but now she was staring at you up and down, scoffing and walking away. Though you were taken aback, you shrug it off, as well another couple who gave you an odd stare. And when you turned to look for Jin, you turned into a a taller, obviously drunk man who nearly shouldered you to the floor. Mumbling an apology, he steadied himself before stopped to take a look at who he bumped into, letting out a chuckle, as did a number of people around you, who witnessed the scene.

Did something happen when you and Seokjin were together?, you wonder, eyes frantically searching for him when Namjoon appears in front of you.

“Hey, uh…. come with me,” he says in a low voice, walking away immediately. You follow him to the corner of the room where Yoongi and Hoseok stood. Hoseok burst into a cackle at the sight of you while Yoongi smiles, and all you could do was stare at Namjoon, the only person who reacted semi-normally to you so far, but even his low voice and sudden invitation stood out. 

“Hoba, knock it off” he tells Hoseok before turning to Yoongi. “Hyung, do you have something?”

“I do, actually,” Yoongi says, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to Namjoon, who wets the folded fabric with the bottle of water in his hand before handing it to you. “Here.”

“What am I supposed to do with this?,” you ask Namjoon.

“Uhm… your lipstick is… uhm, all over your lips. I - I was trying to find you and Jin earlier, and, I guess.. you were…”, he trails off.

Your jaw drops in disbelief, before your hand rushes to cover your face.

“You didn’t know?,” Yoongi asks. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No. No, he just told me to fix my dress…,” you say, cringing at the realization. “Oh my god…. That’s why…. Does it look that obvious? Is there no way it just looks like I messed it up while eating?”

“With the snacks they have here, no,” Yoongi says plainly, making Hoseok laugh.

“It…,” Namjoon begins. “It looks exactly like what it actually is.”

You feel your face flush as you mindlessly wipe the skin around your mouth. “I want to die,” you let out.

“It’s okay,” Namjoon says, laughing at your comment. “How many people saw you? A- you know what? It doesn’t even matter. At least they know that you and Jin love each other.”

“It’s kind of beautiful, actually,” Hoseok adds, still smiling though his tone was serious this time.

A hand lands on your shoulder.

“Sweetie, where were you?,” Jin says, now at your side.

You glare up at him and try to ignore the boys’ giggles, but Jin is unable to do so either.

“What’s going on?”, he asks with a smile and wide eyes.

You stare up at Namjoon. “Is it okay now? The one person I trust?”

“It’s okay,” he giggles, stretching out a hand to take back Yoongi’s handkerchief.  Thanking the guys, you turn to Jin and guide him to the back of the room.

“Sweetie, what’s going on?,” he repeats his question with a serious look on his face this time. “What was that with Namjoon?”

“Seokjin… why didn’t you tell me I had lipstick all over my face from our.. time upstairs?”

“I told you to fix yourself up….”, he whispers.

“I thought you just meant my DRESS and my HAIR,” you say quietly, burying your face in your hands. “I walked out…. With lipstick all over my face… People laughed at me and gave me weird looks, I don’t know how many people here saw me…. Namjoon told me about it and said it was OBVIOUSLY from us kissing and I just —“

Jin brings your head into his chest, and you feel him giggle. “I’m sorry, my love. I should’ve told you.”

“I thought I made such a great impression and now that’s all they’ll remember me for…. Everything I said and did…. It’s just gone,” you mumble into his chest. “What if someone heard us too?”

“My love…. we were so quiet and everyone loved you - it’s impossible that they heard us or that that’s all they’ll remember….,” he whispers quietly, his hand rubbing the back of your head. “And if that’s not the case then, you know what? Fuck it.”

Jin’s sudden flipped reaction causes you to lift your head up at him. “What?!”

“I mean…. We kissed and they know it - so what?”, he shrugs. “But either way your efforts or impression will never go wasted, and this won’t be how everyone here remembers you. You want to know why?”

“Why?”

A smile appears on his face and he caresses your cheeks. “Because…. I’m crazy about you. And…don’t say anything about this now, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you…  It’ll be pretty weird if a husband and wife never kissed, and well, if there are little versions of us in the future then they’ll obviously know we kissed and more…. So fuck it. Don’t worry about the family and friends that’ll judge. And anyway, you’re already my best friend and soon, one day, we’ll officially be ‘family’ on paper… And it’ll just make for a funny anecdote about us. One of many.”

At Jin’s words, you feel your embarrassment melt away, replaced with even more love for him, which you didn’t think was possible. 

“Okay?,” he asks, squeezing your cheeks.

All you can do is nod.

“Good,” he says, his arm now wrapped around your waist. “Don’t be embarrassed. Own it. Like me. Be confident and openly happy as fuck to be with me. Aren’t you?” 

“Fuck yes I am,” you whisper to him.

“Good!”, he laughs, his hands intertwining with yours. “We’re almost done anyways so we’ll be saying our goodbyes soon. Don’t forget, we still have plans at home….”

You wondered why Jin rushed the end of his sentence, but after a brief spaced-out moment dreaming of your future with Jin, you understood immediately, as he had turned to greet someone. Your breath still trapped in an inhale from the rush of his words, it takes you a moment to catch up to the conversation Jin was having in front of you.

“You’re absolutely right, ma’am,” he smiles, wider than ever as he gripped your hand tighter and turned to face you. “I am very lucky.”

Looking him in the eyes, you finally exhale.

“You need a girl like her,” the elderly lady in front of you continues to Jin. “She’s smart, cute, and apparently you two have fun together,” she winks at you.

Embarrassment floods your body at her words once again, and you damn near break into a sweat in seconds, but she breaks into a giggle. “It makes me happy, my dears. I hope there comes a day when we celebrate the two of you.”

“The day will come, ma’am,, and you’ll be the first one we invite,” Jin nods, and suddenly, the woman reaches up to squish Jin’s cheeks before doing the same to yours and walking away with a smile on her face. 

“You see?,” he says, kissing your head, which tilts in his direction.

“You better not be kidding about…. that. Because I love you Kim Seokjin and I’m never letting go of you or this love.”

“I told you to wear that red dress soon, didn’t I?…. Come on,” he winks. “Let’s go home…. And be as loud as we want.”

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