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aamalaaa · 2 years

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urgent matters (m) | ksj 🔞

pairing: seokjin x reader

rating: m(18+); smut, cursing, alcohol consumption

genre: pwp basically, smut, a bit of fluff, dom sub dynamics (kinda), established relationship, just a tiny bit of humour cause I’m me

warnings: well it’s smut, brat tamer jin, dom!seokjin, sub!reader, spit kink, choking, slight pain kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), seokjin is very harsh (but it’s all within consensual boundaries they discussed before this story), alcohol consumption (they’re not tipsy anymore when they get into it)

a/n: there’s nothing much to say and oh welp I had fun with this one. I hope you enjoy!

word count: 3.6k

The night started well, you and your boyfriend went to have dinner with friends, then dinner became drinks, and before you knew it you were all just a bunch of tipsy happy fellows singing songs in the streets, unbothered by the confused stares from passersby.

The night was hot and humid, the current heat wave hitting its peak earlier in the day. There were barely any stars in the sky, though that didn’t deter you and Seokjin from trying to find the big dipper, hidden somewhere beneath the clouds.

The both of you wave your friends goodbye as you drop off the last of them to their house, leaving the both of you to walk home at a little past midnight. But you feel safe with Seokjin’s arm around your waist, pulling you so close you have to walk in a slightly awkward manner to try and keep up with his hurried steps.

“Jesus Jinnie why are you walking so damn fast,” You breathe out between fits of hysterical giggles.

What’s so funny? Who knows.

“I have urgent matters to attend to,” He deadpans, which only serves to send you into another loud fit of laughter.

“What urgent matters? I thought we were spending the night together,” You try to fight your smile in order to give him a slightly more convincing pout.

He stops in his tracks, though you’re now stading only a few feet away from your house’s driveway.

You send him a puzzled look, only then noticing the absolutely bewitching glint in his eyes, which sparks shivers up your spine and all the way up to your nape.

He flicks your nose playfully, taking the moment of inattention to grab your bum forcefully and tugging you closer.

You swiftly collide onto his chest, barely having enough time to put your hands forward, softening the blow. You feel the rhythm of his heart, the organ beating quickly beneath your palm and under his suit.

You look up into his onyx eyes, straining your neck in the process.

You feel so small in his arms, under his imposing gaze. His demeanor is such a contrast with the man he is day to day, it’s thrilling. And no matter how many times you’ve seen this side of his personality, you’ll never get used to it.

“We are spending the night together, and you are the urgent matter I need to attend to,” He darkly chuckles, the sound making your blood rush south as soon as it reaches your ears.

He leisurely dips his head, gaze fixed onto your lips, like he’s got all the time in the world. It’s agonizingly slow, so much so that you almost let a whimper escape your throat as your patience wears thin.

His pillowy lips leave a featherlight touch onto yours and you inhale sharply in anticipation, tension building steadily at the pit of your stomach.

But suddenly, your feet aren’t on the ground anymore and you let out a yelp as Seokjin picks you up and swings you around like a ragdoll, your hips laying on top of his broad shoulders, his rear end now at eye level.

He crosses the distance to your front door in quick strides, leaving a powerful slap on your ass as he does so. You giggle as you bounce around in his hold, the loud smack mixes with your laughter and echoes all throughout the quiet neighborhood.

As soon as he closes the door, he maneuvers you around and onto your feet, leaving you dizzy in the process. You barely have time to take in your surroundings before you’re pushed against the wall, a strong hand sneaking to your back in an attempt to soften the blow.

And it’s things like these that make you go absolutely mad for the man you share your life with. His strong aura and authoritative presence are absolutely enough to make you positively melt in his embrace, but it’s the security that comes with it that drives you over the edge.

Knowing that you may give him free rein on everything that goes on between the four walls of your bedroom, but he’ll always make sure you’re safe and taken care of, never pressured or uncomfortable.

And if that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed, you don’t want to imagine what could top it.

You register a hand crawling up the side of your body, up to your cheek, and a thumb, softly tugging at your bottom lip.

“Open up baby,” He grunts, his voice dipping an octave lower.

You feel heat lodging itself onto your cheeks, completely unrelated to the ongoing heatwave, as Seokjin tantalizingly latches onto your lip, dragging his teeth onto the soft flesh before releasing it with a slight popping sound.

That’s all it takes really, to make you go absolutely wild.

You press against his body, draping your arms over his shoulders in an effort to stabilize yourself as you voraciously attack his plump flesh, relishing in the small moan that escapes him as you do.

Your mind is absolutely gone, lost in a Seokjin-induced haze, you have no complaints.

He earnestly rolls his hips against your core, hissing at the friction as if deliciously burned by an all consuming fire, and you can’t help the needy sob that pushes through your throat and into your lover’s mouth, instantly swallowed by his insatiable hunger.

He swiftly picks you up with both of his hands, your dress hiking up to your hips as he grips your thighs fiercely, sure to leave bruises in their wake. You all but mewl as he stabilizes you, digging his nails into your skin and heads toward what you imagine to be your bedroom, too preoccupied by his mouth leaving harsh kisses onto yours to really care.

You feel the soft linen fabric caress your skin as he gently lays you down on the bed, breaking away from your hold, but not before swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, only fueling the fire coursing through your veins.

You stare at him unashamedly through half-shut eyes, like mesmerized, in a trance of some sort.

He swiftly shrugs his blazer off, then tantalizingly unbuttons his light blue shirt, a confident smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he proceeds to tug down his trousers and underwear in one swift motion, his erection hitting his stomach as he does.

You almost salivate at the sight that awaits you, a toned chest, slightly defined abs and a happy trail that leads all the way down to his thick length.

Seokjin slaps your thigh and sends you a stern look that makes you jolt on the spot, like an electrical shock coursing through you, unrestrained. You whimper loudly, which earns you a low groan.

“Get up, take this pretty dress off,” He demands in such an authoritative tone that you tremble in excitement.

You hurriedly comply, tugging your dress off as quickly as you possibly can considering the tremor in your hands, or in your whole body, truthfully.

“Such a good girl for me,” He praises while gripping your waist and tugging you closer, tearing a high pitched whine straight from your chest.

He dips down to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin there. Then he heads a little lower, to your collarbones, leaving a map of purple bruises in his trail. You shake uncontrollably, going absolutely lax in his strong hold as soft airy whimpers slip past your parted lips.

He unhooks your bra with one hand, the impressive feat amazing you each and every time, and slides it off your arms while you can only comply, already way too gone to do anything but.

He cradles your breast with one hand, the other steadily holding your waist, and latches his mouth onto your right nipple, scraping it with his teeth ardently, like a man on a mission.

And truthfully, mission accomplished. You find yourself a shuddering mess under his ministrations, gripping a fistful of his hair to try and ground yourself a bit. It’s no use, not when he’s so hungrily devouring you like a five course meal.

Then he proceeds to your left nub, giving it the same treatment as the other one, the man never did like favoritism.

You involuntarily tug on his hair, which forces an absolutely filthy hiss past his lips, the sound like music to your ears.

He lifts his head up and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging so harshly that your head throws back due to the sheer force of his pull. You meet his dark pools who lustfully bore into your own, promises of filth swimming through their obsidian orbs.

He forcefully grabs your chin, making you gasp as he does, and takes advantage of the moment, placing the tip of his thumb through your parted lips, your eyes widen in sheer surprise at the intrusion.

He lets out a low chuckle. “You’re so beautiful like this baby.” He dips his thumb further into your mouth and moves closer, his breath now hitting your ear.

He looks downright dangerous, a dominating glint in his eyes and you can only nod, too aroused to get any coherent words out.

“You’ll be good for me yeah? You’re gonna take what I give you mmh?” He tightens his grip on your chin, making you wince in blissful pain.

“Gonna wreck you so bad and you’ll take it all like a good girl, yeah? Can you do that for me baby?” He all but groans into your ear, setting another spark of shiver through your spine.

You nod weakly as you lick at his thumb.

He takes his finger out and softly pats your cheek.

“Answer me baby,” He gently demands, caressing your hip in soothing circular motions.

“Yes, please I-” You unashamedly beg, that’s all you can do now, completely under his spell.

“Shhh,” He soothes, softly caressing your cheek with his hand.

He slowly backs up, peering into your eyes with such an adoring expression that it tugs viciously at your heartstrings, overwhelming you with emotions.

You drape your arms around his neck and pull him into a searing kiss that has you seeing fireworks. A kiss that feels like the first time, though there’s been thousands of these instances by now.

His tongue and yours move in unison as he lavishes you in soft and languid strokes, each of them like a confession of pure and unconditional love. And you lap it up greedily, just as he does.

You barely notice when he lays you on top of the bed, being careful not to drop you too suddenly. He doesn’t break the scorching touch of his swollen lips on yours, not even for a second.

And when he does so, it’s only to trail down with featherlight kisses all the way down to your undergarments, spreading your legs wider and using his teeth to tug them off, leaving you completely bare for his eyes, and his eyes only.

He trails back all the way up to your inner thighs, showering your legs with a myriad of kisses as you can barely think anymore past the fog, shaking furiously under his ministrations. But his soothing caresses lets you know you’re safe and secure, always.

You arch your back as soon as the heat of his mouth brushes where you had been wanting him the most, the touch fueling a fire so bright, deep within your guts, that you think it could burn a whole city to the ground.

He sucks and leaves tantalizing licks onto your sweet spot, looking straight into your eyes as he does so, hair sticking onto his forehead as sweat trickles down his face, the sight absolutely unholy and you’d willingly go to hell if it meant you’d get to see it over and over again.

You don’t need to tell him anything because he knows exactly what to do, your whimpery moans clearly indicating you’re in absolute sinful bliss, which only spurs him further on.

“God I missed that sweet cunt, could have it for breakfast everyday,” He rumbles against you, his words sending your mind into a frenzy and the vibrations making you cry out a strangled sob.

You feel your gut tightening, indicating with certainty that your high is fastly approaching, you whimper in pure ecstasy, the sweet pain of it all too much to keep it at bay.

And that’s exactly when Seokjin decides to leave one last stroke of his tongue on your core and come back up at eye level with you.

“Jin,” You sob out in frustration, the pain of your orgasm being denied making you close your eyes in blissful agony.

“Look at me baby,” He commands, gripping the side of your face forcefully. Your eyes snap open, and you feel tremors all throughout your body at the absolutely arousing look of pure need in his eyes.

A tear escapes your eyes, the tension between the both of you becoming unbearable. You need something, anything, now.

“Good,” He smirks.

“Baby please, do something,” You plead, the high pitched sound so foreign to you that you don't even recognize your voice.

His smirk grows wider and you notice how his pupils are utterly blown, you almost purr at the sight.

“Yeah?” He teases cockily, making you lose your damn mind in the process.

“Please, please,” You cry, squeezing your eyes shut. He sharply throws his head back.

“God you’re amazing,” He lowly groans, sliding his hand to your neck and squeezing it tightly.

You feel his other hand spreading your thighs further apart and you open your eyes, focused on his movements, taking short, ragged, shallow breaths as anticipation builds at the base of your stomach.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth, groaning as you swirl your tongue and suck around the digits, leaving them coated in saliva. He then brings that same hand to his length, giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance, pushing slightly as he tries to breach it.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” He hisses, the muscles of his neck straining.

And it’s always slow at first, because he doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s so fucking big that it takes time for your walls to accommodate to his size, it hurts and burns so good that your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a guttural moan.

When he bottoms out, hips flushed straight against your own, there’s not an ounce of control left to be found in your whole body, you hand it all out to him as a soft shaky plea leaves your parted lips.

“Please,”

“Just- fuck just give me a second okay,” He heaves out through gritted teeth, dragging his hand down to your stomach, where a noticeable bulge is protruding.

And that, might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

When he starts moving, it’s only to quickly pick up an unrelenting pace spurring a myriad of curses and whimpers out of your wrecked throat. You circle your legs around his waist to gain a sense of stability amid the storm of sensations raging inside your whole body.

“Open your eyes,” He rasps, bringing his hand back to your throat and squeezing incredibly hard, cutting off your air supply as he does.

You peer into his dark blown gaze and almost fall over the edge right on the spot.

“Good girl. Now open up for me” He praises as he slams into you in quick sharp rolls of his hips.

And you obey immediately, head spinning from the lack of air getting into your lungs, the burn only making you that much more aroused.

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips before he spits into your wide open mouth, your gut tightening instantly at his actions. He lets go of your throat as you swallow, almost choking as air gets into your airways, your head spinning in pure pleasure at the sensation.

He rams into you in record strength, forcibly gripping your breast in both his hands before bringing one of them down to your bundle of nerves, drawing circles on it in quick, soft blissful motions.

A series of quick sharp whines leave your lips as you jerk in place, your knees buckling, your high fast approaching.

“Seokjin!” You strangle out as you feel the familiar warmth enveloping you, your back arching beautifully for the man driving you over the edge of a free falling cliff.

“Let go for me baby,” He keens into your ear, quickly dragging his length against your walls in unbridled passion.

Your orgasm crashes onto you in waves, the first wave being the most powerful you’ve ever experienced. You convulse uncontrollably around him, squeezing his arm as tightly as you can as you let your high wash over you in blinding pleasure.

You slowly come back down, feeling absolutely lax in your lover’s arms. He soothingly caresses your face, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear to help you descend from the heights of pleasure you’ve just experienced.

He’s still rolling his hips into you, in long languid motions, coaxing out your orgasm to the last shred of it. You bring your hand up to his neck, crashing your lips onto his in a dazzling kiss that has you seeing stars against your shut eyelids.

You both kiss for a while, totally enraptured by each other as Seokjin continues his ministrations, making you mewl with each slap of his hips against your tender flesh.

You separate for air, forehead pressed together as your body shakes from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“You ready baby? Do you want me to stop? ” He asks in a soothing tone, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You shake your head no and smile at him, already feeling your gut tightening again as his words register.

“Alright,” He whispers against your lips before gently pecking them, the gesture so loving your heart swells in your chest.

Then he picks up his pace, slapping into you without mercy as wildfire burns inside you once again.

You cry tears of beautiful agony, your sobs coming out strained and pitiful. And he kisses you fervently, swallowing each and every one of them as his hips stutter against you, a telltale sign that his orgasm is so close you can almost grasp it.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum baby,” He moans out, making you involuntarily tug the hair at the back of his head which earns you a sharp hiss.

He grabs your chin into his hand and brings his other one to your sensitive clit once again, swiping it in slow, drawn out motions with his thumb. You sob so hard you think you won’t be able to talk after this, your throat completely wrecked by it all.

You close your eyes as you feel another high building up in your stomach, brought on by harsh fast drags of his length against your bruised walls and unrelenting circular motions against your sweet spot.

“Jin I’m close, baby-“ You choke out, throat so raw the sound of your voice ends up croaky and uneven.

“Look at me,” He simply grunts, slapping into you even faster than before.

You snap your eyes open and you’re completely blindsided by your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, the look of pure love in his half-shut eyes making you come undone at the sight.

You feel him stutter and release into you in warm spurts as he gives one last thrust, stilling against your hips in the process. You clench around him, milking out his orgasm as you do so.

Seokjin collapses onto you and it takes a few minutes for you both to come down from your highs, too fucked out to even speak.

“Babe please get off, I can’t breathe,” You playfully slap his shoulder.

“Are you saying I’m heavy,” He whines out, like a whole ass baby. Like he didn’t just fuck your brains out or something.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” You softly chuckle.

He groans but ultimately slides off of you, settling next to you. “That’s mean.”

“What’s mean is cutting off my air supply, you big baby,” You fondly say, stroking his hair as you do so.

He looks at you with wide googly eyes and reddened pouty lips before laying his head on your chest.

“You didn’t seem to mind earlier,” He smirks, slapping your thigh in a playful manner.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the shy blush that creeps up your neck. “Stop it,” You giggle out.

You both talk for a while, chuckling at anything and everything that falls out of your mouths, completely blissed out and enamored with each other.

You both slowly feel sleepiness wash over you, excited by the promise of a goodnight’s sleep and a new day.

Another day to fall even more in love with each other, another day to appreciate and annoy the other at the best of your capabilities.

Seokjin is comfortably snuggled against you, head against your heartbeat, the rhythmic sound slowly lulling him to sleep. And you feel so much affection in your tiny heart, so much so that you feel it could burst out at any moment.

You lay a lingering kiss on his fluffy head of hair, which prompts a contented sigh out of him.

“I love you,” You whisper against him.

He hums quietly, which makes you giggle.

“I love you too,” He slurs out, on the brink of unconsciousness.

And you fall asleep like that, snuggled in each other’s embrace, ready for a new day to come.

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dontmakemerightx · 4 months

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soooo now I'm curious, daddy. Do you have a favorite bts song? Or solo song if you listen to them? I think that's soo hard. Maybe top 3 if you're unsure? You wanna know mine too? Love your blog so much!

Uhh, you got me there. Now I'm listening to them, trying to pick.

So I'd say Ddaeng is my good mood song, same as Pied Paper, those I listen to the most. The third one would be 00:00 then.

For the solo stuff it might be j-hope - Arson; Jungkook - My Time, Still With You; Jimin - Vibe (ik it's a lot Taeyang but I've listened to it so much when it came out); RM - Lonely, Persona, Sexy Nukim (hello??); Taehyung - Snow Flower (it's my christmas song), Singularity; Jin - Epiphany. I guess I've answered Suga before on this blog but it changes, so for now I'd say The Last, First Love, Snooze. But yeah, all that he does resonates with me, so everything he's done is my favorite.

Have to admit though, I haven't listened to Jungkook's album yet, just the singles. Haven't listened to RM's new album too but the snippets I've heard sound fire.

That was long. I love talking about music though. So yes, what are your favorites? ♡

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vminhoes · 6 months

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Talk me down

The only thing Yoongi hates more than his run down apartment is the idea of living anywhere else where Jin isn't

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bangtaninborderland · 11 months

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TGM QUESTION

a few weeks ago you all voted that the next chapter be in Jungkooks pov (currently at 4k words) so my question is, when he is with yoongi and jin would you prefer him to be….

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houseofhoney · 1 month

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does anyone have any ot7 bts x reader fic recs but it’s like a royal au, and the reader doesn’t have to choose at the end??

#bts #jungkook x reader #bts ot7 x reader #namjoon smut #dom seokjin #dom namjoon #bts 8th member #namjin x reader #taekook x reader #bts fic #bts recs #bts fic rec

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Temptation on His Lips

During a chance encounter at a local kink event, Hoseok meets Seokjin—the handsome dominant who opens his eyes to a new world of pleasure.

💙 Hoseok x Seokjin

💙 word count: 16.3k

💙 strangers to lovers, dom/sub, slash, smut, fluff, nsfw, 18+

💙 warnings: dom/top seokjin & sub/bottom hoseok, impact play, flogging, spanking, face slapping, verbal humiliation (use of “slut”, “cocksleeve”, “useless/desperate”), a little spitting, ass to mouth, rough oral sex, anal fingering, rough anal sex, soft feelings, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, use of “pet” and “baby”, more or less porn without plot, fluff.

💙 written for the One Shot, Two Shot Fest!

💙 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading!

💙 posted sept. 2022 | read on ao3

나를 부드럽게 죽여줘 너의 손길로 눈 감겨줘 어차피 거부할 수조차 없어 더는 도망갈 수조차 없어 니가 너무 달콤해 너무 달콤해 너무 달콤해서

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With a midori sour in hand, Hoseok turns and leans with his elbow propped against the bar top behind him, surveying other clubgoers as they begin to fill the space. Red lights dance around the otherwise dimly-lit room as a downtempo mix of a new wave track plays, and the dancefloor is a mass of writhing bodies, most of which are clad in some kind of goth or BDSM gear, as is the theme for the night.

Hoseok wears a simple black crop top and tight black jeans, accentuating his taut, muscular frame, bringing the look together with a thick black choker around his neck. His overgrown hair hangs over his forehead in waves, black eyeshadow accents the sharp outer corners of his eyes, and a sticky sweet imprint marks his glass from the strawberry lip gloss he applied in the cab ride over. Hoseok doesn't exactly have anything to wear that would make him blend in, but his hope is that he doesn't stand out too much, either.

Club Arson came recommended by Hoseok's best friend Jeongguk after Hoseok was on yet another of his drunken rants about how everyone he fucks is too vanilla and how, for once, he would like some hot dominant to absolutely blow his fucking back out.

With kink night happening just once a month, Hoseok waited anxiously for the night to arrive, only to nearly chicken out at the last minute and call the whole thing off. And although he is glad he made the effort to come out, he still feels rather shy about approaching anyone to strike up conversation.

From where Hoseok stands, the dance floor is to the left, with a walkway that snakes around a counter on the right, leading to the entrance of the club. Ahead of him is an area with large couches and chairs, all of which are black, and to the right, up a short ramp, is a second bar off to the left and a stage in the back.

His friend Jeongguk had mentioned something about stage shows, usually performed by a dominant or dominatrix, where people are tied up, and a number of things are done to them. This fact was the tipping point to both urge Hoseok to come and to nearly make him talk himself out of bothering at all.

Aside from late-night scrolling through porn sites, Hoseok has never watched anything that has come close to a dominant doing anything to another person. And while he doesn't necessarily expect to find someone to hook up with tonight, he at least wants to witness the scene and decide how he feels about dipping his toe into the kink pool. He knows some things—terminology, tools used during different types of play, and so on—but he has never experienced or witnessed any of it firsthand.

Curious about how much longer the club night transforms from a typical event to one where the dominant is on stage doing something to a submissive, Hoseok checks the time on his phone. 10:39 PM. Twenty-one more minutes until the show starts.

With time to spare, Hoseok slams back the rest of his drink and makes his way to the bar closer to the stage. There are a few people lingering in the area, and only one man at the bar, so Hoseok bets on getting one more drink in his system—liquid courage to stand and watch whatever it is he might have the pleasure or horror of witnessing.

Hoseok orders another midori sour and stands with his elbow against the bar, taking in the area with the stage. A large wooden X stands in the center with cuffs on each end and a small black table to the left, and Hoseok imagines being bound to that—imagines what someone might do to him.

"Come here often?" a rich, mellow voice asks, breaking Hoseok from his thoughts.

The voice belongs to the only other man at the bar, and Hoseok finds his eyes roving over the man's form in such a frenzy he feels his cheeks turn bright pink in an instant. Under an unbuttoned black blazer, the man wears a sheer top with a plunging v-neck that buttons just above his waistband before it tucks into black slacks. The top leaves very little to the imagination, revealing a gorgeous valley of golden skin and well-defined pecs.

Hoseok tries not to stare at the man's exposed skin nor the hints of muscle, and he certainly does his best not to even notice the thick gold chain necklace sitting high on his collar, accentuating his long neck so perfectly—no, no, noticing all of this would make the man far too enticing, in ways Hoseok struggles to fully comprehend.

The real kicker, though, is the man's face. Between his sharp jawline and exposed forehead are deep brown almond eyes that bore into Hoseok's soul, and plush, full lips pulled into a smirk. The man is, in a word, devastating.

"Cat got your tongue?" the man asks, straightening his posture and turning to fully face Hoseok. His short, dark brown hair is perfectly styled off his forehead, giving Hoseok a clear view of one curiously raised eyebrow. There is a confidence in the way the man carries himself that makes Hoseok glance nervously around the space, finding it hard to hold eye contact.

"N-no," Hoseok finally responds, returning his gaze to the man. "First time."

The man hums and blinks slowly. "I figured. You look a bit like a fawn caught in headlights."

"Ah," Hoseok responds, looking down at the vibrant green drink in his hands.

"I'm Seokjin," the man says, holding out a hand. Hoseok reaches to accept, surprised by how firmly Seokjin grips onto him.

"Hoseok," he mutters in return.

"What brings you here, Hoseok? Hoping to find a hookup? Or just scoping out a new scene?"

Hoseok is surprised by Seokjin's candor, and he lifts his glass to his lips, sipping his semi-sweet cocktail before responding.

"Maybe a little of both," he admits, noting the way Seokjin's eyebrows raise. "I’m new to all of this, but curious. And I don't have high expectations for finding a hookup, but it's on the table."

Seokjin hums. "What qualifications would a hookup have to meet to entice this pretty little fawn?"

"Uh—I g-guess someone experienced in the scene who seems trustworthy. Someone I'm attracted to."

"A dominant," Seokjin assumes, cocking his head to the side.

"Y-yes. Is that obvious?"

Seokjin nods softly, and the edge of his mouth lifts ever so slightly. "It is. How much experience do you have in the scene?"

"None."

"None?"

Hoseok shakes his head. Heat rises to his cheeks once more, and he looks down at his drink, feeling a wave of shame wash over him. He half expects Seokjin to make fun of him or tell him he shouldn't be at a club for kink if he has no idea what he is getting himself into. But as he lifts his gaze back to Seokjin's gorgeous face, he finds a soft smile greeting him.

"Brave of you to come to a place like this with no experience, fawn," Seokjin says. "But you need to be careful. Not everyone has the submissive's best interests in mind. You have to make sure you meet someone who you're confident you can put your trust into."

Hoseok nods and takes another drink. Of course, he knows this to be the case. In any sexual encounter, there needs to be some amount of security and preparation; he can only imagine how much is required for an encounter with any kind of dominant and submissive dynamics. Still, he is here with the hope of at least meeting somebody to get to know and build a bond with.

"You should also beware of anyone who simply announces they're a dom or that they would like to take care of you," Seokjin continues. "It's one thing to be able to identify your dynamic, but throwing it out there so plainly is tacky. Actions speak louder than words, fawn. You will know whether there is a connection when you've met someone."

This makes Hoseok grin. The friendly advice that almost sounds like a genuine concern for his well-being, especially with the way Seokjin has given Hoseok his undivided attention since their conversation began. He can't help but wonder if Seokjin is attempting to hint at the fact that he would like to take care of Hoseok. His body language and the way he watches Hoseok certainly make him seem interested, and Hoseok believes he feels at least a hint of a connection.

Sure, Hoseok may look like a shy woodland creature, evidently, but he knows he also looks good. He knows he will have no trouble meeting new people once he eases into the night. And with the way Seokjin's gaze flits down to Hoseok's exposed tummy, to his neck and back to his eyes, Hoseok feels enough confidence to hold firmer eye contact.

"Know anyone who fits the description?" Hoseok asks, knowing it is a silly question—silly but cheeky, at least.

Seokjin leans in, placing his elbow on the bar, bringing the two of them to eye level. "Someone who is attractive—to your standards—and trustworthy enough to take care of a pretty little inexperienced fawn?"

Hoseok smirks and nods. "Exactly."

"And what is your type, fawn? What do you find attractive?"

Hoseok makes a show of letting his eyes slowly drift from Seokjin's eyes, down to this belt and back up again. Seokjin's smirk grows into a grin, and Hoseok opens his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a man on stage tapping two fingers against a microphone.

"Are you deviants ready for a show?" the man asks into the microphone, cutting over the music.

Hoseok glances between him and Seokjin, but his mind is so overrun with thoughts of the interaction that had been interrupted that he can't say for certain what the man on stage looks like. A crowd begins to form in front of the small stage, and Seokjin continues to lean against the bar with his eyes on Hoseok.

"Let's get our man of the hour up here then, shall we?" the man asks into the microphone, met by cheers and applause of the growing audience.

Hoseok watches as Seokjin's face brightens with delight—as he nibbles on his bottom lip, and Hoseok's mind races, trying to figure out why. Seokjin appears to be in on some secret that Hoseok is not, and he squints at Seokjin and cocks his head, waiting for the man to say anything.

"Let's welcome to the stage the devilish debonair who can tame even the brattiest of subs! The man who you may only refer to as master or sir! Master Seokjin!"

The man on stage elongates the 'i' in Seokjin, dragging it out several beats, and in all that time, Seokjin's smile grows. Seokjin winks at Hoseok and mutters, "Enjoy the show, fawn," before turning and making his way through a small section of the crowd to a short set of steps and onto the stage.

All thoughts evaporate as Hoseok watches Seokjin welcome a man to the stage with him. The man is small and pretty, with pastel pink hair and a pouty smile. He shrugs out of a pink silk robe, stands before the audience in only a pair of matching pink briefs, and turns away so Seokjin can lock his wrists and ankles into the cuffs on the large wooden X, with his back facing the crowd. Then, he turns his head to the left, making it so Hoseok can see his facial expressions perfectly.

Seokjin turns to the crowd to flash everyone a smile, and Hoseok could swear his eyes land on him for a split moment before he removes his blazer and tosses it aside. Seokjin reaches for something on stage, turning away, and Hoseok's breath hitches at the sight of large black and grey clouds covering Seokjin's back, clearly visible through the sleeveless mesh shirt. Hoseok wants to reach out and touch him—wants to trace each line with his fingertips until he knows them by heart.

The audience is quiet and attentive as Seokjin leans in and whispers something to the man he has shackled on stage. Whoever was on the mic seems to have left, leaving the two of them alone. Seokjin's fingers gently caress the man's back, and Hoseok watches as the man shivers under his touch and bites his bottom lip.

Seokjin takes his place behind the man on stage, lifts a flogger, and slowly begins striking the pretty man's back with it. At first, the man jolts whenever the leather touches his skin, but then he must settle into the feeling as he smiles and takes each gentle strike without much movement. Hoseok cannot hear over the music, but he can see the man's lips tug into a smile at times, and whenever his bottom lip trembles, Hoseok imagines the man must be whimpering.

Gradually, Seokjin begins to strike harder and faster, and he steps off to the side to give Hoseok a clearer view of the man's back—pretty pale skin covered from shoulders to waist in red streaks, some crossing others. The more Seokjin strikes the same place again and again, the more the man's head falls back, and he moans. And this time, Hoseok hears it—deep with a pitchy, desperate lilt at the end—a sound Hoseok is certain he has never heard himself make before.

Hoseok is unsure how long he stands leaning against the bar watching Seokjin flog the pretty man, but he feels dizzy, somewhat electric, and needy. He also feels foolish. Clearly, there is chemistry between these two that Hoseok cannot dare to achieve with Seokjin—not that Seokjin would have any want or need for Hoseok anyway, since he seems to already have a submissive to take care of.

But that doesn't deter Hoseok, and he keeps his eyes on the men on stage, intrigued by how the pain from the flogging seems to be turning the pretty man into a pliable mess of limbs as his head rocks from side to side. Hoseok wonders if the man's cock is hard—if either of their cocks are hard—feeling a familiar throb of arousal in his jeans.

Seokjin sets the flogger aside, turns to the audience and says, "Pretty," as he delicately rubs his fingertips over the marks on the man's back. The crowd claps and cheers, and the other man responds under his touch, shivering and whimpering as if Seokjin is digging more welts into his skin.

Then Seokjin reaches for a bottle of something, pops the cap open, and holds it above the man's shoulders, slowly squeezing it and letting clear liquid drizzle onto his skin. The man's hands ball into fists, then loosen as he reacts to the feeling of the liquid on his sensitive skin.

Gently, Seokjin rubs in the liquid, getting close to the man as if saying something to him—perhaps praising him for being so good and so pretty, or commanding him to thank Seokjin for what he has done. At least, that is what Hoseok would want Seokjin to say to him after something like this.

Suddenly, everything feels too intimate, and Hoseok turns away, slams his drink and waits for the bartender to come by to take his order. He gets a third midori sour, and he spares a few glances back at the stage before staring down at the bar top and studying the lines and knots in the wood until his vision blurs and he spaces out.

The sounds of the crowd erupting into cheers and praise pull Hoseok from his reverie, and he glances around to find the pink-haired man uncuffed and wrapping his silk robe around himself. Seokjin holds his blazer in one hand with it slung over his shoulder, and he stands still while the other man waves and smiles at the spectators. They turn to disappear somewhere off to the side of the stage, and folks disperse back to the other sections of the club while some approach the bar for a drink.

Hoseok is certain Seokjin will not be coming back for a while; he probably has more aftercare to provide for his pretty submissive. Perhaps they might find some dark corner to fuck in, to finish what they've started, or leave the club altogether and go home. So, Hoseok sighs, turns away from the bar, and begins to walk toward the dancefloor.

There is a different kind of energy in the club now—an electricity buzzing in the air, making all of Hoseok's senses feel extra alert. He walks down the short ramp and glances around at others grinding against walls, chatting while sitting on the couches and chairs, and people-watching just as intently as he is. Hoseok wonders if he has the nerve to approach anyone should anyone seem approachable.

But for now, Hoseok settles on chugging back the rest of his third drink so his hands are free to dance. Intoxication washes over him and hugs him tight, and he sways to the synth-heavy music as he approaches the other bar. Hoseok sets his empty glass down with a careless thud, then takes a step back and slams into a firm body.

"S-sorry," Hoseok mutters as he turns and faces Seokjin. "Oh, h-hey."

"Leaving so soon, fawn?" Seokjin asks as he holds out a hand to steady Hoseok on his feet. His blazer is nowhere to be found, and Hoseok drinks in the view up close, noticing hints of cloud tattoos at the tops of Seokjin's shoulders.

Hoseok shakes his head and chuckles. He is not drunk enough to imagine Seokjin is standing before him—and anyway, he is not aware of any ingredients in a midori sour that could have hallucinogenic properties—so what is Seokjin doing here?

"Shouldn't you be with your pretty submissive, sir?" Hoseok says with a bite on the last word, smiling to himself as if he has just told a hilarious joke.

Seokjin studies Hoseok briefly and smirks. "As a matter of fact, Jimin's dominant is taking good care of him as we speak."

"J-jimin?"

"The pretty submissive," Seokjin says, raising his eyebrows at Hoseok. "His name is Jimin. He and his dominant are close friends of mine, and sometimes we borrow one another for stage shows."

Hoseok nods and absorbs the information. Then, satisfied with this development and ready to move on, he blurts out, "Wanna dance with me?"

"I would love to," Seokjin responds. It takes Hoseok by surprise; he was half expecting him to say no, despite his effort to seek Hoseok out after his performance.

Without another word, Hoseok steps in the direction of the dance floor. He doesn't look back to make sure Seokjin is following; his drunk confidence assures him that he is. As the crowd becomes dense, a hand grabs onto Hoseok's bicep, warm, steady and secure, and Hoseok guides them to the center of the area, where there is an opening in the energetic throng of bodies, then spins around to find Seokjin standing close.

Seokjin's arms fall to his sides as he sways slowly to the music, and he doesn't take his eyes off Hoseok. Hoseok feels warm and fuzzy, and he smiles at Seokjin, lifts his arms over his head, and begins to let his hips dip and grind as the bass reverberates through his body. Shy as Hoseok may still be, he feels confident dancing. The alcohol helps.

"May I touch you?" Seokjin asks, leaning close enough to ensure Hoseok will hear him.

Hoseok wraps his arms around Seokjin's neck and grins. "I was hoping you would ask. Thought maybe you would make me beg."

Seokjin's arms snake around Hoseok and gently pulls him close. There is a faint, floral musk that finds Hoseok's nose, and he inhales deeper, chasing the scent.

"Would you like me to make you beg?" Seokjin asks against the shell of Hoseok's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Hoseok nibbles on his bottom lip to keep himself from blurting out a response despite being absolutely sure that the answer is yes. Yes, he just met Seokjin, and accepting any sort of offer is taking a risk; he knows this. But after seeing the way Seokjin handled Jimin, and feeling the electricity that sparks between them as Seokjin's fingers trace idle shapes on the exposed skin of Hoseok's back while he tangles his fingertip in the hair on Seokjin's nape, there is absolutely nothing else he could possibly need.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whines, breathy and desperate, with a smile at the end.

Seokjin hums and drops his voice even lower. "Do you mean that, fawn?"

"Yes, please."

In a flash, Seokjin grips Hoseok by the hips and spins him around, pressing Hoseok's back against his chest. His hands dance over Hoseok's hips and tummy delicately, tentatively, as if testing the waters of what he will allow, and Hoseok gladly allows him to do as he wishes. Hoseok continues to grind his hips and sway to the music, rubbing his ass over Seokjin's crotch without pressing hard enough to feel too much.

"We have some things to discuss," Seokjin says against Hoseok's ear. "Can you hear me like this or should we go somewhere quieter?"

Hoseok grins and turns his head. "I hear you, sir."

"I need to know what you want, and I need to know your limitations," Seokjin states, wrapping his arms around Hoseok. Hoseok still has room to sway, but his movements are limited.

"I'm not sure exactly what I want," Hoseok admits, "but I know I want something more than the vanilla experience that I'm used to."

Seokjin nuzzles his nose behind Hoseok's ear, sending a calming chill through him. He relaxes in Seokjin's hold and sways his hips slower.

"I need you to be a little more specific, fawn."

"I want—" Hoseok begins, trying desperately to make his jumbled thoughts form into words. "I want to beg and be teased and called names. I want my limits to be pushed."

"Begging, possible humiliation, and overstimulation?" Seokjin clarifies, and Hoseok nods, to which he adds, "Use your words, fawn."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, closing his eyes so that only he and Seokjin exist in this moment together.

"Impact play?" Seokjin asks, tightening his hold until Hoseok's only range of motion is grinding his ass against Seokjin's bulge.

"Like spanking?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Spanking, slapping, flogging, et cetera."

"Yes, sir."

"Anything else?"

"I'm not sure, sir."

Seokjin presses his lips into Hoseok's neck, kissing down his pulse point below his ear. A shiver quakes through Hoseok, and he tenses in Seokjin's hold, letting out a gasp that grows into a moan.

"Should we get out of here, then?" Seokjin asks against Hoseok's skin.

Hoseok already feels breathless and dazed and eager to discover more. "Yes, sir."

Seokjin takes Hoseok by the wrist and guides him off the dance floor. They snake through the crowd, past the bar, to the back of the club, and Seokjin mutters, "Wait here," near the stage before disappearing around a dark corner. Hoseok feels giddy and nervous, and he shifts around as one leg bounces too fast to be in time with the music.

When Seokjin returns with a black duffle bag, he takes Hoseok's hand, laces their fingers together, and leads him through the club once more, toward the front door. A few people wave to Seokjin on their way through, and Jimin—who wears his pink satin robe—hugs Seokjin as they exit and looks Hoseok up and down with a mischievous smirk before waving them off.

Hoseok's heart races as they get into a black sedan, and Seokjin waits for Hoseok to buckle his seatbelt before he takes off. The drive to Seokjin's apartment is short and mostly quiet; Seokjin seems to have a tune in his head, and he gently taps his fingers against the steering wheel.

Although there are many things Hoseok wants to say to Seokjin and many questions he would like to ask him, his nerves get the best of him, and he watches city lights go by in silence.

The building Seokjin lives in seems unassuming enough, but Hoseok recognizes the neighborhood and is not wholly surprised when, on a floor close to the top of the building, Seokjin opens his door to reveal a spacious unit with a view of the not-too-distant skyline.

"Water?" Seokjin offers.

Hoseok nods as he slides his socked feet out of his black laceless boots and mutters, "Yes, please."

As Seokjin toes out of his shoes and swiftly turns a corner toward where Hoseok assumes his kitchen is, Hoseok makes his way toward the living room. Seokjin's apartment consists of dark woods and black upholstered furniture, and Hoseok sits on a large couch and looks out the window at the river in the distance. Seokjin joins him a moment later, setting a glass of water in front of Hoseok before sitting beside him.

"How are you feeling, fawn?" Seokjin asks gently, extending his arm and holding his hand out to Hoseok.

Hoseok scoots close to Seokjin and lets himself get wrapped in a loose embrace. He feels comfortable with Seokjin like this and smiles as he says, "Nervous. Really fucking nervous. But also really good."

Seokjin nods. "Good. I was worried I had scared you away when I came off the stage, and you were gone. Thank you for giving me another shot."

"Ah," Hoseok mutters. "Yeah, s-sorry, I just thought you and Jimin...I thought it was silly to wait around for someone who might not be interested in me."

"Did our earlier conversation not make it clear that I was interested in you?" Seokjin asks softly with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Honestly..." Hoseok begins, reaching for the water. Seokjin's hand slips from his shoulder, and Hoseok takes a drink, sets the glass back down, and settles into Seokjin's hold once more. "I thought for sure you were into me, but when you went on stage I...I guess I got worried that maybe it was all just a game or something. And that you had someone else."

Hoseok looks at Seokjin to find him frowning. Seokjin lifts his hand and gently rubs the back of his fingers against Hoseok's cheek, and Hoseok lets his eyes flutter closed as he leans into the touch.

"No games, fawn. I promise. Moving forward I'll be perfectly clear, okay?"

Hoseok nods and smiles, and Seokjin's fingers move to his neck and rub down and up in a slow, soothing motion. When he opens his eyes, Seokjin is watching him with a soft smile that makes Hoseok's heart pound. He wants to initiate something, but he also wants Seokjin to have full control, so he waits for instruction.

"We should discuss boundaries and expectations," Seokjin says softly, and Hoseok nods.

"At the club, you agreed to impact play, begging, overstimulation and a little humiliation. Is that still what you want?"

Hoseok's cheeks warm, and he smiles as he softly mutters, "Yes, sir."

"What if I want to loosely restrain you with my hands, or something else that you can easily slip out of?"

Hoseok likes the sound of this, and his lips tremble as he replies, "Yes, sir."

"Do you want to have sex during this play?"

This question takes Hoseok by surprise, and he feels foolish for assuming there would be sex. Seokjin must sense his hesitance and asks, "Something the matter, fawn?"

"Oh, no," Hoseok responds. Seokjin's gaze is so steady and calm, Hoseok finds it disarming and looks down at the gold chain around his neck instead. He sounds nervous as he admits, "I guess I...assumed there would be sex involved."

"Ah," Seokjin says, and Hoseok lifts his gaze back to his face. "That's a common assumption, but sex isn't always necessary to enjoy the play. It depends on many factors, though, including what you like and how much you like it. And how good I take care of you. Some submissives even get gratification without orgasm, but if you hope to cum, that's something we can do."

Hoseok likes the idea of submitting to Seokjin and letting him work him up without sex being involved, though he also very much wants Seokjin to fuck him, despite not knowing him very well. There is something so alluring about Seokjin—not to mention Hoseok finds him very sexy. And, after all, he wants Seokjin to make him beg.

"I would like to have sex," Hoseok says, "but I would like it if we just do the impact play first to see how much I enjoy it."

"And kissing?" Seokjin asks with a soft smile.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok all but whispers. "I definitely want you to kiss me."

The tips of Seokjin's fingers touch the underside of Hoseok's chin and tip his head slightly upward, causing something in his tummy to swoop. Instinctively, Hoseok's mouth falls open as he lets out a shaky exhale.

Seokjin leans close and touches the tips of their noses together with a smirk, and Hoseok tips his head up a bit more but holds back. He wants Seokjin to kiss him so badly it makes his head spin.

"Before we begin, I have a few rules for you," Seokjin says.

Hoseok sighs quietly, already on the verge of begging, and only for something as simple as a kiss. Seokjin's rich, floral musk fills his senses, intoxicating him.

"I will be checking in periodically asking for your color, and I expect you to respond with either green, yellow or red. Do you know what these colors mean, fawn?"

Although Hoseok thinks he could guess what they mean, he shakes his head and mutters, "No, sir," gaze razor-focused on Seokjin's lips.

"Green means you like what we're doing and wish for me to continue. Yellow means you like what we're doing, but you need me to ease up, slow down, or change it up somehow. If you tell me yellow, I will ask what you need, and we will adjust as needed. And, finally, red means we stop, no questions asked. It doesn't have to mean that we are done, but it can if that's what you need."

The idea of doing anything that may require them to suddenly have to stop fills Hoseok with trepidation. As if reading Hoseok's mind, Seokjin says, "I know it sounds scary to have a hard stop option, but I assure you, I will do everything I can to make sure it does not ever come to that. It's just there to let you know that you're safe with me no matter what. But if, at any time, you do need me to slow down or stop, I need you to say yellow or red. Please do not wait for me to ask."

Hoseok tries to nod, though his movement is stifled by Seokjin's fingers, which still hold Hoseok's chin in place. Seokjin is a stranger. He has no reason to believe that he will take care of him the way he says he will, with the exception of watching him bring Jimin pleasure from flogging him on stage.

Of course, someone's behavior in public may vary from their behavior in private, but there is something about Seokjin that comforts Hoseok. Not to mention, Hoseok wants him. He wants him really bad.

"One last rule," Seokjin says after a pause, and Hoseok widens his eyes, eager to hear what he has to say. "You must address me as sir. If you do not, you will be punished. Understood, fawn?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds softly.

Seokjin grabs Hoseok by the throat and grips him gently but firmly, and Hoseok gasps, feeling a wave of fear and excitement rush through him.

"I didn't quite hear you," Seokjin says with a bite to his voice. "What did you say?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok blurts eagerly.

Hoseok wonders if Seokjin can feel his heart pound in his neck. He wonders if he is trembling or if he is just imagining things—if he is quite literally vibrating from excitement.

The grip on Hoseok's throat stays firm but is never too tight. Seokjin slowly begins to stand from the couch, and Hoseok stays in place, keeping his eyes on Seokjin, waiting to be told what to do.

"Stand for me, fawn," Seokjin instructs in a stern voice that sends a shiver through Hoseok.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he stands, keeping his eyes on Seokjin.

Seokjin cocks his head and squints at Hoseok as if he is disappointed by what he sees, and Hoseok instantly feels aroused by the faint but obvious change in attitude.

"Is there anything you are not comfortable with me using while humiliating you?" Seokjin asks.

"Like what, sir?"

"Your intelligence, perhaps?"

Hoseok shakes his head. "No, sir."

"You're okay if I tell you what a dumb little slut you are?"

Hoseok nods; he likes it a lot. "Yes, sir."

"What about your useless little cock?"

Arousal tickles between Hoseok's legs, and he decides he'll have to unpack this later. "I don't mind, sir."

There is a pause while Seokjin searches Hoseok's face, clearly in thought. Then, with a smirk, he says, "Sometimes I use physical appearance as a form of mockery, but you are just too fucking pretty, fawn."

Hoseok's stomach does another swoop. Then, at risk of being punished, Hoseok says, "But neither smart enough nor endowed well enough?"

Seokjin's smirk breaks into a grin, and he scoffs. "If I stuck to telling truths, I would have no way to humiliate you, darling. Plus, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing your cock yet, so we can pretend, can't we?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds with a grin.

"Good," Seokjin says as he turns away and tugs Hoseok along by the throat. "Come with me."

Seokjin leads Hoseok through his living room, down a short, dark hallway, and into a dark room. He stops them in the doorway and fiddles with something until, slowly, the room is lit with a dim glow from several wall sconces. The room is spacious, with a bed to the left. Hoseok can't make out much beyond that, both from Seokjin blocking his eye line and from the lack of illumination from the sconces.

Hoseok is led to the bed, and Seokjin drops his hand from Hoseok's throat and tells him to stay put. Then he walks to a large wooden armoire just to the right of the bed and pulls two wooden doors wide open, surveying what he has inside. From where Hoseok stands, it is mostly shadows and silhouettes, but there appear to be leather items hanging that resemble floggers and crops.

The sound of Seokjin delicately reaching into the dark armoire and pulling out what appears to be a small black box seems loud. Louder than such soft sounds should be, and Hoseok wonders if his senses are heightened from excitement or if he is just imagining things. Seokjin turns to Hoseok with a smile and brings over the box, giving Hoseok a pensive look.

"I don't usually do this for people who I haven't played with before; I save it for when someone commits to being my submissive." Seokjin opens the thin black box, revealing what appears to be a black leather collar.

"But," Seokjin continues, pulling the collar from the box, "You look stunning with a choker, and I think you'd look even better in a collar, and I want you to know how it feels, if this is something you would like."

Hoseok nods and cracks a smile, feeling a swell of affection over the gesture. "I would like to wear the collar, sir."

Seokjin smirks and gently tosses the box onto a small table beside his bed. "Good. When you wear this collar, you are mine, little fawn. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, feeling his heart pound.

Seokjin walks around Hoseok and unclasps his choker, letting it fall to the floor. Then, he brings the collar to his neck, then begins to fasten it.

"If you disobey me, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

There is something about the act of being collared and the heaviness of the leather accessory around his neck that makes Hoseok's head spin. He wants to be obedient—wants to be so good for Seokjin. "Yes, sir."

Two warm, firm hands rest on Hoseok's shoulders, and his eyes flutter closed as he relaxes under the touch, allowing his head to angle to the side as if inviting Seokjin to admire his new accessory.

Seokjin's voice is deep and soft in Hoseok's ear. "But, remember, fawn, that does not include using your safe colors. Saying yellow or red is never considered disobeying me, understood?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters dreamily.

"Good," Seokjin says, voice more assertive. "Now strip for me."

Hoseok's eyes snap open, and he turns just enough to search Seokjin's face for any hint of mirth, finding only a straight expression. Seokjin lifts an eyebrow and says, "Did I not make myself clear?"

With a quick, nervous shake of the head that becomes a nod because Hoseok is not quite sure how to respond, he springs into action and begins to undo his belt buckle and shove his jeans down. Hoseok wears small black briefs that barely contain his semi-hard cock, and Seokjin walks around him, smiling as he watches him step out of his pants and kick them aside.

Then, Hoseok reaches for the bottom of his black crop top and begins to remove it. Seokjin catches the material just as Hoseok brings it over his head and has his arms in the air, and Seokjin tightens the shirt around his fist, binding both of Hoseok's arms. A gasp leaves Hoseok's lips, and he rests his restrained hands atop his head rather than fighting it—wanting to be held captive.

"Look at you," Seokjin coos as he runs his fingertips delicately over one of Hoseok's pecs, grazing softly over his nipple. The light touch sends a spark of arousal through Hoseok, and he lets out a pleased huff of air.

"You sure are pretty, fawn. I can't wait to mark you up and make you mine. Is that what you want, darling?"

"Yes, sir."

Seokjin's fingers trail lower, past Hoseok's ribs, down to his tummy, stopping at the waistline of his briefs. "If you're lucky, maybe I'll play with your pathetic cock. Does that sound good, darling?"

Hoseok wants to be touched now—wants it so badly he is practically panting. "Yes, sir."

Seokjin releases his hold on Hoseok and walks to his armoire for a tool, then to his bed. Hoseok drops his shirt to the floor as Seokjin grabs two pillows clad in light blue cases and stacks them in the center of the bed atop a deep blue comforter. Then, he gets onto the bed, sits on his knees beside the pillows and pats the top one with his hand.

"Come, fawn. I want you on your knees, bent over this."

Hoseok pauses, takes a deep, shaky breath and says, "Yes, sir," as he climbs onto the bed, crawls on his knees to the pillows, and bends over them.

"Take your time to get nice and comfortable, fawn."

Hoseok lays forward on his elbows with his ass in the air as he says, "Yes, sir."

"So obedient already," Seokjin purrs.

A large hand touches Hoseok's lower back, making him flinch from anticipation. Then, Hoseok eases into the feeling, relaxing under the warmth that radiates from his palm.

"Are you ready, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

"This is a flogger," Seokjin says softly as several thin leather tails rest against Hoseok's lower back. He has seen a flogger before the stage show earlier in the night, and has some idea of what touches him, but he has never felt one before.

The leather lifts and falls against his skin, tickling at times, and Hoseok breathes through it and resists the urge to wiggle around. Then it lifts, and Hoseok takes in a deep breath, anticipating what is to come.

"I'm going to strike gently, now," Seokjin says, and Hoseok fists the blanket below him and lets out a shaky exhale.

The first strike against Hoseok's lower back is so light, he feels silly for expecting it to hurt. Then, Seokjin strikes Hoseok again, still so soft it nearly tickles, and then again and again, alternating left and right in a slow, steady rhythm. With each gentle strike, Hoseok lets out a soft puff of air. Despite it being too delicate to hurt, the skin is beginning to feel a little warm, and each strike is making the skin more sensitive.

"Color, fawn?"

"Green, sir."

Seokjin snaps the flogger a little harder on Hoseok's right side. The sound makes Hoseok flinch, but the actual pain is still so minimal, he almost feels silly for reacting. Still, with each snap, the skin becomes more and more sensitive until it begins to sting. Hoseok is a bit surprised by how good it makes him feel—by how arousal tickles between his legs with each snap of the flogger.

"Color?"

"Green, sir."

"Does it hurt at all, fawn?"

"It's beginning to feel sensitive and sting, sir. But it doesn't really hurt."

Seokjin moves up Hoseok's back, striking higher left and higher right, up to his shoulders and back down, just above the original strike zone. It feels good, relaxing, even, and Hoseok sinks into the feeling, letting his head hang low while Seokjin flogs up to his shoulder blades and back down.

"Ready for me to try harder strikes, fawn?" Seokjin asks as he runs the tails of the flogger up and down the center of Hoseok's back. The feeling tickles once more, and Hoseok shivers under its touch.

"Yes, sir."

"If you want me to ease off, what do you say?"

"Yellow, sir."

The flogger lifts and is replaced by Seokjin's hand, which rubs from the small of Hoseok's back, up to his neck. "Good pet," he praises.

Seokjin lifts his hand, waits a beat, then strikes Hoseok much harder on his lower right side. The crack of the leather against Hoseok's skin is loud—much too loud for how little it hurt. But it does sting—a sharp, delicious feeling that spreads into the numbness throughout the sensitive skin that had been previously stricken.

Hoseok moans. It comes out rather involuntarily—his body tenses and relaxes so quickly he sinks forward as a deep sound of pleasure spills from his lips. His cock responds—slowly, the blood flows—and for the first time, Hoseok gets it.

"What a pretty sound you made, fawn," Seokjin purrs.

Seokjin strikes Hoseok again, just as hard on the opposite side, and Hoseok moans as he says, "Th—ohhh—thank you, sir."

Hoseok thinks he hears Seokjin groan, but he isn't sure. He would like to think he is having an effect on Seokjin—likes the idea of turning Seokjin on as much as Seokjin turns him on. His nerves are on fire, skin ablaze, and he desperately wants to be wholly consumed.

The flogger strikes Hoseok at a steady pace, cracking against his skin so loud, stinging him so good, Hoseok gasps and moans and writhes against the pillow. His hips twitch each time the leather licks his sore skin, forcing it to become more and more sensitive to the touch until, finally, it hurts.

"Color, fawn?"

"Gr—ahhh—green, sir!"

Seokjin changes where he strikes, hitting fresh spots that have never been touched, then returning to used plots of skin that feel angry under the leather. Hoseok's moans and whimpers alternate between sweet and soft, and deep and needy, depending on where the leather touches down, and the more unpredictable each strike becomes, the more Hoseok's head begins to spin. He wonders if his skin looks as pretty as Jimin's had looked, with pretty red streaks and raised white welts.

This is heaven, Hoseok thinks. This is joy and pleasure and everything he has ever wanted. All of that and so much more.

Then, all at once, Seokjin stops. Hoseok trembles against the pillow, grips tightly to the sheet below him and resists the urge to whine. He wants more—wants his skin to break open and for the tails of the flogger to entwine with his sinew and become him.

"You like this a lot, don't you, fawn?"

Hoseok nods his head and mutters a weak, "uh-huh."

A hand crashes against Hoseok's ass—open palm and firm—smacking him harder than he has ever been spanked before. Hoseok squeals and squeezes the pillow below him, and it occurs to him what he has done wrong.

"I didn't quite hear you, fawn; what was that?"

"Yes, sir!" Hoseok responds eagerly. "I love it, sir."

"Now that I've warmed you up, the real fun can begin," Seokjin says in a deep, playful tone that makes Hoseok nervous and so terribly excited.

"Would you like that, fawn? Do you want to have some fun?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok says, turning his head to the left in a feeble attempt to look at Seokjin.

"Turn around for me and sit up on your knees," Seokjin commands.

Hoseok sits up on his knees as he mutters, "Yes, sir," and shoves the pillows away toward the head of the bed before turning around to face Seokjin.

A pleased smirk greets Hoseok, and deep, blown-out pupils. Seokjin is still dressed in his sheer sleeveless top and black slacks, sitting high on his knees, and Hoseok mimics his posture and sits the same way.

Seokjin's eyes rove down Hoseok's body, stop at the hard bulge in his small black briefs, and then raise back to Hoseok's gaze as an eyebrow cocks. He crawls forward on his knees until he is directly in front of Hoseok, saying, "You really liked that, hmm, fawn?"

Warmth floods Hoseok's cheeks and spreads down to his chest. Never has he been so blatantly looked at before—not like that. "Y-yes, sir."

"May I touch you?" Seokjin asks softly.

"Please, sir," Hoseok all but whispers.

Seokjin's left hand raises to Hoseok's jaw before he has a chance to comprehend the movement, and Hoseok gasps, feeling arousal and anticipation quake through him. Seokjin cocks his head to the side and sneers at Hoseok, and Hoseok wonders if he might shrink under his gaze.

"Such a pretty little slut, aren't you?" Seokjin teases bitterly as he gently squeezes Hoseok's jaw.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whines.

"I can't believe your useless little cock is already hard, just from flogging. You must be really desperate, hmm?"

Hoseok trembles. Never before has his cock been berated, and he cannot quite comprehend why he finds it so appealing. "Yes, sir," he says softly.

"Arms up, over your head," Seokjin commands, and Hoseok does as he is told, responding, "Yes, sir."

They watch one another, eyes searching between eyes, falling to lips and floating back up. Hoseok wants Seokjin to kiss him so badly, he thinks he might go crazy.

Seokjin must read the desperation on Hoseok's face, and he pouts, pushing his plush lips out as his eyes widen and downturn. It is a mocking expression that makes Hoseok feel small—makes some small part of him feel embarrassed. Then, Seokjin lifts his right hand and twists the flogger, gently striking Hoseok's pec, grazing leather over his nipple, and Hoseok shakes under the impact as a shattered moan punches through his lips.

"Color, pet?"

"Green, sir."

The grip on Hoseok's jaw tightens just enough to hurt ever so slightly, and he continues to gently flog Hoseok's pec, down over his ribs, against his tummy, and up to his clavicle. Each strike makes Hoseok tremble and gasp—the particularly good ones make him moan.

"So responsive," Seokjin teases and grins. "So needy."

"Needy for you, sir," Hoseok groans, shaking as leather kisses his nipple.

Seokjin hums, but it sounds more like a growl. "My pretty, pretty slut."

A devious grin tugs at Seokjin's lips, and he spits on Hoseok's lips. Hoseok is too stunned to gasp, though soft sounds do pass his lips as the flogger continues to strike his skin, on his chest and ribs, in no discernable pattern.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok says, resisting the urge to lick the spit from his mouth. It runs down to his chin, leaving a cold streak in its wake. He keeps his eyes on Seokjin.

Seokjin picks up the pace and strength of his strikes and flogs Hoseok's sides, down his ribs and over his hip, to the side of his thigh. The leather wraps and hits sensitive skin on the back of his thigh, and Hoseok trembles and hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok mutters, opening his eyes. Seokjin grins.

"You really do like the pain, hmm, fawn?"

"I do, sir."

Seokjin stares at Hoseok's mouth as he flogs him, and Hoseok wonders what he sees. Is it the way his lips tremble with each strike? Is it how he drags his lower lip between his teeth when it really hurts? Hoseok wonders if he likes the view—if perhaps Seokjin wants to kiss him just as badly.

The weight of Seokjin's grip on Hoseok's jaw is beginning to feel like home—like Seokjin's hand is an extension of Hoseok's body, right where it belongs. Hoseok leans into it as his legs begin to shudder, too tired to hold his weight any longer.

Seokjin halts flogging and presses down on Hoseok's jaw as if telling him to sit. Hoseok sits, crashing his ass against his ankles before spreading his legs and landing on the mattress. His jaw is still in Seokjin's grasp, which lets up only a little.

"I want to kiss you," Seokjin says so softly, Hoseok wonders if he imagined it.

"Please, sir," Hoseok mutters anyway.

Seokjin cocks his head. "Please, what?"

Hoseok doesn't miss a beat—doesn't think twice. "Please kiss me, sir."

A smile tugs at Seokjin's lips before his tongue darts out to wet them, and Hoseok watches each movement intently.

"Please, sir," Hoseok tries again. "Please kiss me."

"You're really enjoying yourself," Seokjin says, towering over Hoseok.

Hoseok attempts to nod. "Yes, sir. I am."

Seokjin must drop the flogger as Hoseok feels fingertips feather-light graze his cock. He moans and quakes in Seokjin's grasp, eyelashes fluttering, pleading with his eyes.

"Please, sir," Hoseok whines.

The touch travels up, along Hoseok's hip, over sensitive skin on his ribs, to his nipple. Seokjin's hand on Hoseok's jaw is the only thing tethering him to reality—keeping his body from melting like hot wax and his soul from escaping and floating through the ceiling and out into the warm summer night.

"Please, please, sir," Hoseok whispers.

"Desperation looks so good on you," Seokjin teases. "Look how responsive you are to my touch. How easily you unravel just for me."

Hoseok feels frustrated, like a live wire flooded with electricity. Never has he wanted anything so badly—no, not want, need. He needs to be touched—needs to be kissed and fucked and devoured before he explodes.

"Please, sir," Hoseok mutters on the verge of tears. The collar is heavy around his throat, and he wants Seokjin to claim him. "Please, please."

Seokjin leans over Hoseok, grips onto his jaw tight enough to make Hoseok whimper, and licks over his lips in a long, slow motion. Hoseok moans, feeling pleasure burst and bloom through him while his mouth falls as slack as it can in his grasp. He needs more. More, more, more.

"Please, sir," Hoseok tries, "I've been so good."

A soft smile plays at Seokjin's lips for a split moment, then turns cruel as Seokjin glares down at Hoseok. He opens his mouth and slowly allows a dribble of spit to fall from his mouth onto Hoseok's, and Hoseok darts out his tongue to catch it.

"You have been so good, haven't you?"

Seokjin's fingertips dance over Hoseok's clavicle and shoulder, and down his back. The skin is especially sensitive on his back, and Hoseok whines and gasps as pain and pleasure blend beautifully with every touch.

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok's chest heaves. His heart pounds, and he steadies himself with both hands against the mattress beside him. His back bows as if he is offering himself to Seokjin—waiting for more.

Seokjin releases Hoseok's jaw and repositions himself on his knees before him. "Keep your hands where they are and don't move them," Seokjin commands as he leans forward and gently kisses Hoseok's collarbone. The touch is so light, yet Hoseok's entire body responds, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Lips travel up, toward Hoseok's neck, and Hoseok lolls his head to the side, gasping and relishing in each touch. He has been so good, he knows he has, and he keeps his hands where they are, anchoring him to the bed despite wanting to wrap his arms around Seokjin and pull him close—he knows he has to keep being good if he doesn't want this to stop.

The hand on Hoseok's back opens, fingers flayed, and he gently tugs Hoseok closer, gripping onto sore skin as his soft, moist lips tease Hoseok's neck. Hoseok mewls and gasps, and his neglected cock twitches and leaks in his briefs.

"Please, sir," Hoseok whispers.

"Am I not kissing you, fawn?" Seokjin teases, grazing his teeth over Hoseok's throat just above the collar and nipping at the skin.

Hoseok feels driven mad by desire, as if slowly and carefully, Seokjin is pulling him apart and plucking away all semblance of sanity he may have. Keeping his hands in place proves more and more difficult, and he fists the comforter tightly so that he won't let go, whispering, "Please," over and over again like a prayer.

Hands find Hoseok's shoulders, and Seokjin leans back just enough to make Hoseok open his eyes and search for him—enough to make him wonder why Seokjin has stopped kissing and nipping at his skin. Seokjin's eyes are dark and hungry, and they burn through Hoseok, making him squirm.

"You really are the perfect submissive," Seokjin praises in a voice so deep, Hoseok fears he may drown.

"Thank you, sir," Hoseok whimpers.

A smirk pulls at Seokjin's pouty lips. "I've barely touched you with my hands, and you're so pliant and eager for me."

Seokjin leans in close, ghosting hot breath over Hoseok's face as he says, "Just imagine how good you'll be when I fuck you."

Hoseok can't help the needy groan that falls from his lips; never has he been this turned on before. "Please, sir, please," he whines, gripping the blanket so tightly his hands ache.

"Relax, fawn," Seokjin coos with a smile, and Hoseok melts like honey, releasing his hold on the comforter and letting his shoulders fall.

Seokjin kisses Hoseok's jaw, and Hoseok trembles, smiling beneath the touch. Perhaps this could be enough, Hoseok tells himself. This eager yet tamed bliss in Seokjin's hold could be enough. He feels good, cared for and praised; perhaps he doesn't need more.

But he craves more—he craves it so fucking badly.

Seokjin flicks his tongue over Hoseok's bottom lip and sucks it gently between his teeth, and every nerve on Hoseok's body sings to life—he is certain he has never needed anything more as Seokjin hums a pleased sound, making Hoseok moan, low and charged, as his eyelashes flutter. Gently, Seokjin's arms wrap around Hoseok's back, pinning his arms to his sides, and Seokjin licks into his mouth, exploring and tasting and pulling more sounds from Hoseok's throat.

Hoseok kisses back—twists his tongue in a gentle game of tug of war, eager to taste and explore the semi-sweet cavern between Seokjin's lips. Both men moan, and Seokjin pulls Hoseok close, causing his palms to lift from the bed.

"You taste so sweet, fawn," Seokjin groans against Hoseok's lips. “Do I detect strawberry lip gloss?”

Hoseok’s cheeks warm as he mutters, "Yes. Thank you, sir."

"Did you get bottom ready before coming to the club tonight?"

Hoseok's eyes open wide, and he nods, first humming a pitchy "uh-huh" before quickly remembering his place and muttering, "Y-yes, sir."

Seokjin grins and says in a deep, mocking tone, "My slutty little fawn prepped himself to get fucked tonight, hmm?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just cleaned, or did you stretch yourself too?"

"No, sir. Just cleaned."

"Good. I was hoping I would get to stretch you. Let's have a look, then, shall we?" Seokjin says, releasing his hold around Hoseok.

"S-sir?" Hoseok stammers, leaning back against his hands.

Seokjin cocks an eyebrow and says, "Stand and bend over the bed for me," in a rich, commanding tone.

Hoseok fumbles, practically falling back as he attempts to move with so little space to do so. Seokjin doesn't back up or give him leg room, and he ends up scooting back, twisting around, and sliding off the side of the mattress. He spins and bends over the edge of the bed with his face down and ass in the air, and suddenly, he feels nervous.

In the past, sex has simply happened. His partner stretched him out, or he stretched them out, and everything transpired rather mechanically without any fanfare or need for discussion. But now, Seokjin is getting off the bed to stand beside him after telling him that he wants to have a look at him, and worry begins to crawl up Hoseok's throat.

Delicate fingertips dance across Hoseok's shoulders, down his back, and he trembles under the touch. His skin no longer feels as hot, but there are spots that are more sensitive than others, and he jolts involuntarily as Seokjin lightly teases those areas. He lets out a deep exhale, almost forgetting his worries, but then Seokjin's fingers snake below the hem of Hoseok's briefs and slowly tug down, and his heart begins to pound.

Hoseok lifts his hips so Seokjin can pull the briefs over his hard cock, and Seokjin leaves the garment just under Hoseok's ass, around his thighs. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as Seokjin's warm hands firmly grab his buttcheeks and give them a light squeeze, causing Hoseok to gasp.

"So pretty," Seokjin groans as his hands rub up to Hoseok's lower back and back down again. "And all for me."

Seokjin's words calm and reassure Hoseok enough to relax against the mattress. "All for you, sir," he mutters.

One of Seokjin's hands lifts and crashes down, spanking Hoseok hard and loud. Hoseok jolts and moans a pitchy, pained sound, clawing at the comforter below him as his cock digs into the mattress. Seokjin rubs over the spot, soothing the pain, then smacks Hoseok again, just as hard as before, and Hoseok muffles his scream against the bed and trembles hard in Seokjin's touch.

"Color, fawn?"

Hoseok hesitates and almost says yellow, but as the pain from the spankings settles over him, he decides he wants more. "Green, sir."

Seokjin removes his other hand from Hoseok, and he seems to change positions. Hoseok can't tell what he is doing, and he doesn't want to look—he only wants to find out through touch what Seokjin has in store for him.

A hand squeezes the cheek that hasn't been spanked, then rubs over the skin before lifting, crashing in a loud smack, and squeezing again. It hurts and feels so good, and Hoseok moans and drools against the deep blue blanket. Another spanking crashes against the other cheek, sore and stinging, and Hoseok pushes out a shattered, soundless breath.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok rasps.

Seokjin spanks more, alternating softer smacks with just the tips of his fingers and full, open-handed smacks that force Hoseok to squirm against the bed. He rubs and spanks and squeezes in no discernable pattern, surprising Hoseok with each movement, just as before. It is dizzying, and Hoseok pants and drools, eager for more.

Without warning, Seokjin shoves Hoseok's briefs to his ankles, spreads his legs, forcing Hoseok to stumble out of the garment with one foot, and he rubs his hands up the backs of Hoseok's thighs and spreads his ass wide. He must be on his knees as his tongue comes from below, over Hoseok's balls, along his perineum and across his rim.

A deep, shattered moan tumbles from Hoseok's throat. Seokjin's tongue is warm, wet heaven, and Hoseok whimpers expletives as Seokjin twists his tongue over Hoseok's ass, teasing his hole with a rich, hungry groan. He grips onto the comforter and moans as pleasure rocks through him at an intoxicating speed.

"You taste so good, fawn," Seokjin groans as he nips at Hoseok's skin, squeezing his ass.

"Thank you, sir," Hoseok moans. "F-feels so good."

Seokjin groans and rubs his hands slowly over Hoseok's thighs. "Is that right, pet? You like the way I lick your tight little asshole?"

Nobody has ever spoken to Hoseok this way before. It is exhilarating despite making Hoseok want to curl in on himself and hide his blushing cheeks. He loves it.

His voice is meek as he pants, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin's hands slide back to Hoseok's ass and spread him wide, and Hoseok holds his breath in anticipation. The tip of Seokjin's tongue teases his rim, drawing small circles over the puckered skin, then dips inside and stretches him ever so gently.

"F-f-fuck," Hoseok moans, letting out a breath he held in. His body sinks further into the mattress as pleasure unravels its fiery tendrils and grips him tightly. How foolish he was to think he had been on the brink of being consumed by the blaze earlier when the glorious depths of hell were awaiting him.

Seokjin eats Hoseok's ass like a man starved, alternating lapping over his hole in sloppy, hungry motions and plunging his tongue in, only to swirl around inside him before pulling out. One of Seokjin's hands crashes down on Hoseok's ass, and he chokes out a sob, overwhelmed by how good he feels. Hoseok moans and trembles as the threat of orgasm looms over him.

"Fuck," Hoseok whines, "I could cum like this."

"You could, hmm?" Seokjin groans, pulling back enough to make Hoseok feel desperate.

Then, Seokjin blows a teasing stream of air against Hoseok's hole, forcing a shiver down his back, and he chuckles and says, "Then perhaps I should make you cum," and dives back in.

This time, Seokjin's movements are not sloppy as he licks and penetrates, building Hoseok's pleasure faster than before. Hoseok's hips rut, rubbing his cock against the mattress and sending sparks of arousal shooting through him. Although there is some friction caused by the comforter, Hoseok has never cum untouched before, and he is shocked that he is getting so close, so easily.

A hand crashes down on Hoseok's ass, and he sobs as his body quakes and his hips buck. The pressure on his cock is overwhelming, and he feels so close to orgasm, all he can do is lay pliant as the feeling builds.

"S-so close, sir," Hoseok moans, gripping onto the comforter.

Seokjin groans and smacks Hoseok's ass, then squeezes it, over and over while his lips and tongue ensnare Hoseok further and further into the depths of pleasure. Hoseok feels nervous about just shooting his load on the blanket, but Seokjin hasn't slowed or stopped or given any further instruction, so he continues to allow himself to be wholly overwhelmed. As Seokjin squeezes Hoseok's ass and spears him on his tongue, Hoseok's hips shake just hard enough to push him over the edge.

"F-fuck, sir, I'm c-cum—ahhh—"

Stars burst behind Hoseok's eyes as he sprays his release onto the comforter, smearing it on his tummy. Seokjin licks Hoseok's rim in slow, long laps as he rides his high. Once the trembling begins to subside, and Hoseok's moans fade into panting, Seokjin's hands and mouth leave his skin—leave him bent over the bed sticky with his own cum.

"Stand, fawn," Seokjin instructs.

Hoseok's chest heaves as he pushes off the bed, anchored on his palms as he finds his balance to stand. There is movement and rustling around to Hoseok's right, near the bedside table, and Hoseok rolls his head, stretching his neck, with his eyes closed.

"Turn around," Seokjin instructs.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he turns.

Seokjin is still fully clothed, and he stands before Hoseok with a bottle of lube in his hand and his chin slick with drool. Seokjin glances at Hoseok's cum-smeared tummy and smirks.

"Your pathetic cock made a mess, fawn," Seokjin teases as he steps closer.

"Sorry, sir," Hoseok responds softly.

Seokjin smirks. "You'll just have to make it up to me."

"H-how, sir?"

Seokjin tosses the bottle of lube to the bed and gently takes Hoseok's chin in both hands, pulling him into a slow, deep kiss. Hoseok can taste tangy hints of himself on Seokjin's tongue, and he moans as Seokjin licks and sucks and claims his mouth.

"Ready for more, fawn?" Seokjin groans against Hoseok's lips.

Seokjin never answered Hoseok's question, but he nods in shallow movements, anyway. "Yes, sir."

"That's my greedy little slut. Down on your knees, fawn."

Hoseok's breath hitches, and he mutters, "Yes, sir," as he sinks down to his knees.

"Have you sucked a cock before, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you had your face fucked?"

"N-no, sir."

Seokjin hums, looking down at Hoseok with a smirk. "I figured. We'll see what you're comfortable with. How about swallowing cum?"

"I never have, sir."

This seems to please Seokjin, whose smirk blooms into a grin. Seokjin palms over his crotch, and Hoseok's eyes follow the movement, finding a sizable bulge in his slacks. Then, Seokjin takes a step forward, crowding Hoseok's space, and tugs his zipper down, and Hoseok sits high on his knees as his heart booms in his ears.

"Show me what a good little slut you are and open your mouth, fawn. Tongue out, with your hands on your knees."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, eyes on Seokjin's bulge. He obeys, opening his mouth and holding his tongue out flat while his hands gently grip just above his knees.

Seokjin reaches into his fly and pulls out his cock—long and thick and glistening with precum. Hoseok can't help but gasp, eyes widening as he watches Seokjin stroke his length, unsure how he will fit it in his mouth, while saliva pools at the end of his tongue and dribbles down the underside, to his chin.

"Look at you, drooling for my cock already," Seokjin teases. "So desperate for me."

With Seokjin's free hand, he takes Hoseok by the chin and pulls him close. Drool runs down Hoseok's chin, over his collar and along his throat, and he glances up at Seokjin's face. Seokjin's mouth falls open as he angles his cock forward and taps it against Hoseok's tongue.

"So obedient and good for me," Seokjin groans. "Greedy sluts like you are always so eager to please."

Warmth floods Hoseok's cheeks. He knows that this is all part of their agreement, but he still can't help but feel shame creep up whenever Seokjin degrades him. But more than that, he enjoys being called a slut. The feeling is so at odds with how he thinks he should feel, that it just makes him want Seokjin to do it more.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok slurs in agreement as best as he can with his tongue hanging out.

With a scoff, Seokjin taps his cock against Hoseok's tongue again. Then, he holds it in place between Hoseok's lips, and Hoseok does his best to hold his mouth open as wide as he can. Seokjin's cock is heavy and velvety against his tongue, and Hoseok fights the urge to swallow him down until he gags, waiting for instruction.

Seokjin cocks his head, squints down at Hoseok and says, "Suck."

Hoseok closes his lips around Seokjin's cock and pushes his head forward, sucking several inches into his mouth before feeling the need to breathe and pulling back. Seokjin groans and gently takes Hoseok by the back of the head, tangling his fingers into his hair. Nervous that Seokjin might try to fuck his face, Hoseok breathes in quickly through his nose just as Seokjin presses his cock slowly into his mouth.

"That's it, fawn," Seokjin groans as he pulls his cock back, "breathe steadily through your nose."

Hoseok has sucked cock before, but never with the intent to make someone cum. It has always been a means to get someone hard, a few licks up and down the shaft followed by a mediocre, half-hearted suck. It is not that he has never wanted to please someone before; he has just never had partners that were terribly exciting. Seokjin, however, is extremely exciting.

Slowly, Seokjin begins to thrust his hips, sliding his cock into Hoseok's mouth and back out, never so deep or hard that it makes him gag. Hoseok finds a rhythm breathing in as Seokjin pulls his cock back and breathing out slowly as he pushes his cock forward.

Then, once Hoseok is comfortable, Seokjin says, "Tap my leg if you need me to stop," pushes his cock deep into Hoseok's mouth, and holds it. Hoseok has already exhaled through his nose, but he feels fine, at first, with Seokjin's cock almost touching his throat. But when Seokjin doesn't let up, Hoseok begins to panic with the need to breathe.

Hoseok wonders if he should tap out or continue to try to hold his breath. He doesn't want to show weakness, which he realizes is a ridiculous way to look at this situation, considering his airflow is cut off. But then Seokjin pulls his cock all the way out, bringing with it thick strings of saliva from Hoseok's throat, and he rubs Hoseok's cheek sweetly as Hoseok gasps for air.

"You didn't tap me," Seokjin says softly, gazing down at Hoseok with a smile.

"I almost gagged, sir."

Seokjin bends at the waist bringing his face nice and low, and says, "And what if I wanted you to gag?"

"Oh."

With an amused hum, Seokjin stands, takes Hoseok by the head, and thrusts into Hoseok's mouth. And this time, when Seokjin holds his cock in place, Hoseok allows the urge to gag to come over him. Saliva pools in Hoseok's mouth, and all at once, his throat contracts, and he pushes back against Seokjin's hand.

At first, for a split moment, Seokjin holds him in place, and Hoseok considers tapping out, but then he lets up, and Hoseok heaves as Seokjin's cock slides away, leaving him gasping for air.

"Very good, fawn," Seokjin praises, petting the side of Hoseok's cheek as he fights to catch his breath. Saliva drips from Hoseok's chin, and he keeps his hands on his knees. "How do you feel?" he asks once Hoseok's breathing has steadied.

Hoseok clears his throat, which feels a bit sore. "Good, sir. That wasn't as bad as I thought."

"Good," Seokjin says. "We're going to do it again, only this time when I pull back, I'm going to thrust forward again, so try to regulate your breathing. If you can't get it right away, tap me and I'll let you catch your breath."

"Yes, sir."

Seokjin slides his cock into Hoseok's throat, holds it until Hoseok begins to gag and pulls it out. Hoseok wants to cough or swallow down the thick saliva that pooled quickly, but Seokjin presses forward too fast, and all Hoseok can manage is a deep, gasping inhale. Tears collect in Hoseok's eyes as Seokjin thrusts into his throat, then pulls out, in, and out, and he gasps and heaves and gasps and heaves until finally, Seokjin pulls all the way out.

This time, Hoseok pants, but he doesn't feel the urge to cough, and he swallows down the saliva that has pooled, blinking tears from his eyes. Thick strings of spit connect Hoseok's lips to Seokjin's cock, and only when Hoseok smiles do they begin to pop.

"I think you lied to me when you said you've never done this before," Seokjin teases, bending and taking Hoseok's drool-covered chin gently in his hand.

"No, sir; I would never lie to you," Hoseok responds, batting his moist eyelashes playfully.

Seokjin crashes their lips together, licking hungrily into Hoseok's mouth, and Hoseok whimpers, feeling arousal surge through him. Seokjin's kiss is eager and messy, and when he pulls back, he looks just as breathless as Hoseok feels.

"I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours, and then I'm gonna cum on your tongue; sound good, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok holds his mouth open, sticks his tongue out, and Seokjin stands and slides his cock fast and deep. He thrusts, and Hoseok holds his mouth open, doing his best to find a rhythm and breathe through his nose. Then, Seokjin holds his cock in place, lodged into his throat, and Hoseok relaxes as much as he can before the urge to gag overtakes him.

"God, just look at you with my cock shoved deep into your throat," Seokjin growls. Hoseok begins to gag, and Seokjin pulls out and thrusts forward, holding his cock in place again.

"Look at me," Seokjin commands, and Hoseok obeys, looking up toward Seokjin with wide eyes. Hoseok blinks away tears, sending one falling down his cheek, and Seokjin grins. "Such a good little slut. So perfect for me."

Seokjin pulls out and thrusts in, out and in, and Hoseok does his best to steady his breathing, but the saliva in his mouth is beginning to feel stifling. Hoseok heaves during a thrust, feeling the sudden urge to vomit, and Seokjin stops with his cock thrust forward, but not as far as before.

"Swallow," Seokjin commands.

Although Hoseok understands what the word swallow means, he hesitates and knits his eyebrows as if to ask Seokjin to clarify. But then he tries it, despite feeling as though the act would be impossible, and he not only clears away much of the spit threatening to choke him, but Seokjin lets out a deep, pitchy moan, which goes straight to Hoseok's cock.

"That's it, fawn; god, your throat feels so good."

Hoseok swallows once more, and Seokjin trembles, then he bends forward and lightly slaps Hoseok on the cheek as he says, "That's my perfect little slut."

This time, when Seokjin thrusts, his movements are hard and fast and Hoseok struggles to keep up. Breathing becomes a challenge, and he can't find a good time to swallow down any of the spit that collects. Seokjin's cock is thick, and sucking it for this long is making Hoseok's jaw sore, but he doesn't mind that part; in fact, he likes it.

Seokjin's fingers grip tightly to Hoseok's hair, tugging painfully at the strands, and Hoseok whimpers and moans as Seokjin fucks his face. Then, Seokjin's thrusts become sloppy and deep, throwing Hoseok off what little rhythm he has, and Hoseok nearly lifts his hand to tap out and catch his breath when Seokjin mutters, "Hold your mouth open," and pulls all the way out.

Hoseok sticks his tongue out flat as he breathes heavily, doing his best to swallow down saliva and catch his breath while Seokjin keeps his cock just above his mouth as he strokes his length in slow movements. His hand tightens in Hoseok's hair once more, and he moans as his release shoots from his cock and onto Hoseok's lip and tongue.

"So good for me," Seokjin groans as he squeezes the tip of his cock to get the final drops of cum. "Keep your mouth open."

Seokjin's cum is thick and tangy on Hoseok's tongue, and he holds his mouth open, staring at Seokjin through tear-clouded eyes, waiting for instruction. When Seokjin finally says, "Swallow," Hoseok closes his mouth, resists the slight urge to gag, and swallows Seokjin's release.

The room falls silent, save for the sounds of both men catching their breath. Hoseok admires the sheen of sweat over Seokjin's forehead and neck; the man is devastatingly pretty. Seokjin undoes the button on his slacks and pushes them down to the floor, then removes his tight black briefs and his mesh sleeveless shirt.

Despite having more than enough opportunity to admire Seokjin's broad shoulders and firm muscles, seeing him shirtless makes Hoseok gawk. If he wasn't already drooling, surely the sight of Seokjin nude would have gotten his salivary glands going.

"Like what you see, fawn?" Seokjin asks teasingly, pulling Hoseok's attention to his gorgeous face.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok rasps, throat sore from being fucked.

"Good," Seokjin says with a soft smile as he motions with his hand for Hoseok to stand.

Hoseok stands slowly. His toes tingle and his muscles are sore from sitting on his knees for so long, so he lets out a little groan as he gets to his feet. Seokjin holds out a hand in case he needs assistance, but he makes it just fine on his own.

Once Hoseok is standing, Seokjin pulls him into another slow, deep kiss, groaning as he licks into Hoseok's mouth, and Hoseok wonders if Seokjin can taste himself on his tongue. Drool streaks down past Hoseok's pecs, turning cold before drying to his skin.

"You're doing so well, fawn," Seokjin says against Hoseok's lips. "Do you need to take a break?"

"No, sir," Hoseok responds, opening his eyes to look at Seokjin, who is too close to be in focus. "I need you to fuck me."

Seokjin sucks Hoseok's bottom lip between his teeth, and they moan in tandem. "My greedy little slut needs my cock, hmm?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whimpers.

"Bend over for me."

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok turns to the bed and bends over once more, avoiding the dark spot where he came earlier and taking handfuls of the comforter to hold onto. Seokjin, however, has other plans.

"Hands on your ass, fawn. Spread yourself for me."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he reaches back and grabs onto his buttcheeks with both hands. Seokjin grabs the lube bottle from where he tossed it—beside where Hoseok has laid his head—and Hoseok hears the sound of the bottle clicking open and being squeezed.

Cold, slick fingers graze Hoseok's asshole, and Hoseok flinches, nearly letting his grasp on himself slip. Seokjin circles Hoseok's rim with the pad of one finger and slowly pushes it in, nice and deep.

Hoseok gasps and moans, letting out a deep, shattered exhale. Seokjin's tongue opened him enough to be able to handle his finger, but he still has to catch his breath from the sudden intrusion.

"Color, fawn?"

"Green!" Hoseok chokes out, already eager for more.

Seokjin pushes his finger further and pulls it out, in and out, and Hoseok's legs tremble from the sensation. Just one finger feels so good, Hoseok struggles to keep his hands on his ass.

A second finger presses in slowly, then pulls out, and Hoseok chokes out a silent gasp. Seokjin doesn't give Hoseok much time to catch his breath, though he does take it nice and slow, and Hoseok reminds himself that he can say yellow or red if he needs to. Seokjin twists his fingers as he pulls them out, and the sensation is so overwhelmingly good, Hoseok nearly begs for him to slow down, but he breathes through it and grips onto his soft skin tightly.

Seokjin scissors and spins the two fingers, getting Hoseok nice and stretched. And finally, when the sensation stops feeling so intense, Hoseok begins to beg, “More, sir. Please.”

With a hum, Seokjin’s twists and thrusts become a little more rough as he purrs, "Greedy, greedy."

"Please, sir!"

Hoseok's cock is hard once more and pressed against the mattress as it had been before, and he desperately wants to feel Seokjin's cock before he makes another mess of himself. "Please, please, please," he begs under his breath.

A hand grabs onto Hoseok's hair and yanks his head from the comforter, and Hoseok cries out from the pain of strands pulling. Seokjin's hot breath is close to his cheek, and his fingers are lodged even deeper into his ass, fucking into him with loud squelching smacks.

"Is this what you want, fawn? Hmm? Want me to fuck you nice and hard? You're so slutty you can't wait for me to stretch you properly?"

Hoseok whines and moans from the pain mixed with pleasure. Pulled taut like a bow, he struggles to whimper, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin presses Hoseok's head into the mattress and holds his palm over his cheek, holding firmly as he pulls his hand out and inserts a third finger. The stretch makes Hoseok squeal—it is rough, and he needs more lube—but he feels so good, he doesn't call for Seokjin to slow down or stop.

The hand eases from Hoseok's face, however, and Seokjin pops open the bottle of lube. He squirts it directly onto Hoseok's ass and lets out a deep, sardonic chuckle when Hoseok writhes and whines from the sudden feeling of cold liquid hitting his skin. Then, the hand returns to Hoseok's head and presses him down as three fingers begin to stretch him. The feeling is so incredible, all Hoseok can do is gasp and drool. It is too much, yet he so desperately wants more.

Although he is rough, Seokjin is careful, twisting and penetrating in ways that never scrape or poke with his fingernails. Hoseok's once more neglected cock leaks precum onto his tummy, and he digs his fingers into his skin, doing his best to hold himself open. Then, Seokjin inserts a fourth finger, and the intensity is so great that Hoseok's body shakes, and his hands slip from his cheeks.

A loud, heavy smack lands on Hoseok's ass, and he cries out and scrambles to hold himself spread. "I gave you an instruction, fawn. Spread yourself for me."

"S-sorry, sir," Hoseok whimpers, digging his fingers into his soft flesh.

The fourth finger nearly breaks him. Hoseok gasps and pants and whimpers with each slow thrust. And yet, he never calls for Seokjin to slow down. By the time he is finally stretched on four fingers, Hoseok is covered in sweat and speaking in tongues.

Seokjin chuckles, twisting his fingers in and out. "How will you take my cock if you're already this delirious from my fingers, pretty fawn?"

"N-need your cock, sir," Hoseok mutters through drool-covered lips.

Slowly, Seokjin pulls his fingers out and smears them across Hoseok's stretched hole, and Hoseok whines from being empty, clenching around nothing.

"On the bed," Seokjin commands.

Hoseok scrambles, practically flinging his limbs in an effort to get onto the bed as quickly as he can, muttering, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin approaches the head of the bed, moves some pillows out of the way, and gets into the center, sitting with his back against the headboard while Hoseok gets to his hands and knees and waits for instruction. Seokjin's thick, long cock sits hard and slick with lube against his tummy, and Hoseok's mouth waters, as if by pavlovian response.

"Come here, my pretty little slut," Seokjin instructs, tapping fingertips against his thigh.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds eagerly as he crawls between Seokjin's spread legs and straddles his hips.

"Have you ridden a cock before?" Seokjin asks sweetly as he gently takes Hoseok by the face with both hands and runs his fingers through his hair.

Hoseok places his palms on Seokjin's and shakes his head. "No, sir."

Seokjin pulls Hoseok down for a kiss and mutters, "So many firsts. How did I luck out with you?" against his lips before licking into his mouth. Hoseok swoons and moans, letting his mouth fall open for Seokjin to do as he pleases, lazily darting his tongue to taste Seokjin's lips when given the chance.

When Seokjin pulls out of the kiss, Hoseok is gasping for air. Kissing Seokjin is so intoxicating, Hoseok wants more, and finds himself chasing after his lips, which pull into a smirk.

"I love how eager you are. You're a lot of fun, Hoseok."

Hearing his actual name on Seokjin's tongue makes Hoseok's tummy swoop and twist. He speaks softly, with a smile. "Thank you, sir. I'm having a lot of fun with you."

"I'm glad,” Seokjin responds, eyebrow lifting. “Now be a good little slut and sit on this cock."

Hoseok angles his hips upward and reaches between his legs to grab onto Seokjin's cock. He hisses as he rubs the blunt tip against his ass, gathering lube that has been slathered and left behind. Then he sinks his hips down and, with a deep moan, penetrates himself with Seokjin's tip.

"That's it," Seokjin groans, grabbing Hoseok by the waist. "Nice and slow. You're so fucking tight, fawn."

Seokjin's cock is far bigger than his fingers could have prepared him for, and Hoseok takes deep, shattered breaths as he lifts and drops his hips, over and over, impaling himself a little more each time. His fingers must be digging painfully into Seokjin's chest, but he never says a thing, only gently holding onto Hoseok while he works himself down Seokjin's length.

By the time Hoseok is fully seated, he is gasping for air and covered in a sheen of sweat. Seokjin wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him against his chest, saying sweet words of praise about how good Hoseok is and how amazing he feels.

Hoseok nuzzles his face into Seokjin's neck, feeling the cold metal of his necklace against his cheek and tasting salty sweat on his lips. Seokjin's musk is alluring, and as Hoseok begins to catch his breath, he places soft kisses against his skin, tracing his lips over the hints of black cloud tattoos on Seokjin’s shoulders.

Feeling cared for and pleased in so many new ways, Hoseok lets out a contented sigh, certain that he never wants this night to end. Seokjin rubs a hand up Hoseok's back, then gently takes him by the hair and slowly tugs Hoseok's head back until he is sitting up straight and staring down at Seokjin.

"Remember your safe words, pretty fawn?"

Hoseok attempts to nod, but his head is held still. "Yes, sir."

"I'm going to fuck you nice and hard. If you need me to slow down, say..."

"Yellow, sir."

"Correct. And if you need me to stop..."

"Red, sir."

"Perfect. You are such a good boy."

Seokjin keeps Hoseok’s hair pulled tight and moves his other hand to the underside of Hoseok’s thigh. Then he scoots into a slightly new position, bending his knees, and begins to drill into Hoseok with his cock.

The air is punched from Hoseok’s lungs as Seokjin spears him hard and fast. Hoseok digs his fingers into Seokjin’s shoulders, dizzy from pleasure-pain while sobs and moans and a euphony of miscellaneous syllables fall from his lips. His cock slaps uselessly against his tummy, and he gasps and cries, feeling his pleasure crescendo to new heights.

This is what it is like to be fucked. This is pleasure in the way Hoseok has always craved, and he is not sure how he will go back to fucking anyone else after this.

“Look at you,” Seokjin huffs between thrusts. “Just letting me use you like the greedy little cocksleeve you are. So fucking good for me.”

“Th-thank you, s—ahhh—sir!”

Seokjin stops his thrusts and releases Hoseok’s hair, and Hoseok falls forward against his chest, attempting to catch his breath. Seokjin’s skin is warm, but the sweat between them feels cool, giving Hoseok goosebumps.

“Ride me, fawn. I want you to cum twice more before I’m finished with you.”

“Tw—“ Hoseok swallows a mouthful of saliva and tries again. “Twice more, sir?”

“That’s right. Show me what an obedient pet you are.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hoseok sits up and grips into Seokjin’s shoulders, leans forward, and lifts his hips. The slow lift drags Seokjin’s thick cock along his walls, and Hoseok feels every inch, whimpering and trembling before letting his hips drop. Both men moan, and Hoseok lifts again a little faster this time, feeling confident about the movement.

Before, Seokjin merely grunted as he speared Hoseok on his cock, but with Hoseok in control, he moans pitchy, nasally sounds that he finds addicting. Hoseok speeds his hips, up and down, up and down, matching Seokjin's pretty noises with his own as he finds a steady rhythm.

Seokjin wraps a hand around Hoseok’s cock, and Hoseok’s hips stutter as a surge of pleasure catches him off guard. With his palm, Seokjin gathers the precum that has dribbled from Hoseok’s tip and begins to stroke him in time with the rise and fall of his hips.

“F-fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum soon,” Hoseok whines.

“Kiss me,” Seokjin instructs, grabbing Hoseok’s chin with his free hand.

Hoseok’s movements become a bit shallower as he leans forward and slots his mouth against Seokjin, sucking on his bottom lip. Their kiss is sloppy with clashes of teeth, and the closer Hoseok gets to orgasm, the messier his movements become. He whimpers and moans into Seokjin’s mouth and stares down at Seokjin’s nose and lips, hoping to commit every detail to memory.

“I’m gonna cum, sir,” Hoseok whimpers against him.

Seokjin meets Hoseok’s thrusts halfway and drives his cock in deep, making Hoseok writhe and moans as his release spurts onto Seokjin’s fingers and tummy. His orgasm is so intense he stops moving his hips altogether, and Seokjin wraps an arm around Hoseok and thrusts into him while his fist continues to milk his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hoseok sobs uncontrollably. He feels oversensitive and ready to explode, grateful when Seokjin’s movements slow enough for him to catch his breath.

“I’m going to lay you on your back,” Seokjin pants, and Hoseok lets go of his tight hold of Seokjin's shoulders to be lowered on his back.

Hoseok stares at the ceiling as Seokjin shifts above him with his cock still buried deep in his ass. Then Seokjin sits up straight, grabs Hoseok’s legs to speed them around his hips, and begins fucking into him at a punishing pace. Hoseok is unsure whether his cock ever softened between positions as it continues to slap hard against his tummy.

Everything in the known universe could disappear, save for Hoseok, Seokjin, and the mattress below them, and Hoseok would have no clue. All he knows is their bodies and a level of bliss he never imagined possible. His skin is sensitive enough that it tickles gently against the satin, and he feels like he is floating in the clouds.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Seokjin groans.

“Th—ah—“ Hoseok attempts. He lifts his arms to grab onto Seokjin, but they’re too heavy and fall back to his sides.

“What are your safe words, fawn?” Seokjin asks sweetly.

“Ye-yellow and re—ah—red,” Hoseok stammers with a smile.

Seokjin leans forward, driving his cock even deeper, and Hoseok’s eyes roll back. With one hand, Seokjin gently takes Hoseok by the side of the head, and with the other, Seokjin lightly slaps Hoseok on the face.

The gentle slaps get Hoseok’s attention, and he opens his eyes wide and moans, “Ha—ahhh—harder, sir!”

Seokjin slaps Hoseok on the cheek hard enough to sting, and Hoseok squeals and smiles wide. He begs for more and Seokjin slaps him again, then slides his hand to Hoseok’s mouth and shoves his fingers between his lips. Hoseok sucks eagerly, licking over the pads of Seokjin’s fingers and dribbles drool.

Pleasure begins to crescendo, and Hoseok moans loudly around Seokjin’s fingers. The thought of having a third orgasm nearly makes Hoseok want to cry; never has he had more than two at once, and he feels so sensitive and overwhelmed, he worries his heart might seize.

“You look close, baby,” Seokjin groans, and Hoseok gasps from the new name. “Cum with me.”

Hoseok attempts to nod with Seokjin’s fingers between his lips, and Seokjin slams his cock onto him impossibly faster. Hoseok squeals and sobs and sees stars, and Seokjin pulls his fingers free as he leans down and captures his lips once more in a haphazard clash of teeth and tongues.

Deep, raspy moans fall between Seokjin’s lips and Hoseok swallows each whole, returning desperate sounds of his own. Seokjin’s hips stutter and become still, cock buried deep as he fills Hoseok with his release. Hoseok wonders if he could cum just from the feeling of Seokjin’s cock pulsating and emptying inside him, but Seokjin pulls out before he can find out.

“Since you’ve been so good for me, I’m going to reward you,” Seokjin mutters against Hoseok’s lips.

Hoseok opens his mouth to ask what Seokjin intends, but Seokjin crawls down Hoseok’s body and nestles himself between his legs, making his intentions clear.

With his arms caging in Hoseok’s hips, he dips low, licks over Hoseok’s balls and up the length of his shaft. Hoseok uses the last ounce of his strength to anchor himself on his elbows and watch as Seokjin—who stares into Hoseok’s eyes with a smirk—swallows his cock from head to base in one slow movement.

“Fuck yes, sir.” Hoseok groans.

Seokjin slurps and sucks, hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue, all with his gaze trained on Hoseok, and Hoseok resists the urge to lay back, eager to watch Seokjin perform this one last mind-blowing act.

It takes Hoseok practically no time at all to reach his high, and he moans and gasps as his pleasure builds and builds. Seokjin’s talented mouth does things to Hoseok's cock that he has never experienced, and with so much enthusiasm, his sanity doesn’t stand a chance.

All at once, Hoseok feels as if he is plunging deep into new depths of pleasure. “Sir!” is all he can squeal before he falls against the bed and shoots his cum down Seokjin’s throat.

Seokjin swallows Hoseok into his throat, milking him of every last drop, and all Hoseok can do is tremble and whimper with his eyes on the ceiling. When Seokjin finally releases his cock, Hoseok lifts his head and arms and reaches for Seokjin in a lazy plea for affection.

A soft, deep chuckle rumbles in Seokjin’s throat, and he crawls back up Hoseok’s body with a smile. Hoseok wraps his arms around Seokjin’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

Both men hum in tandem as their lips slot lazily together. Seokjin flicks his tongue against the creases of Hoseok’s lips, and Hoseok opens his mouth slowly and laps at Seokjin’s tongue, tasting hints of his own cum.

“Let’s get you into a bath, fawn,” Seokjin suggests, still connected to Hoseok by the lips.

“Join me,” Hoseok whines.

Seokjin smiles against Hoseok’s mouth, gives him one last peck, and rolls onto his side. Hoseok slowly rolls toward him and gawks openly at how messy and sweaty he has become.

“I was going to make us a snack while you soak,” Seokjin admits with a soft blush rising to his cheeks.

Hoseok raises his eyebrows and cocks his head. “Is that so?”

“And I thought, maybe, if you…wanted to stay…”

The thought of falling asleep beside the man who made him feel such unimaginable pleasure feels too good to be true, and Hoseok nods as his smile blooms wide and affectionate.

“Do you ask all the cute submissives who you break in to stay the night?” Hoseok chides.

Seokjin stares at Hoseok incredulously and scoffs. “I made you cum three times, and this is how you talk to me? I should punish you.”

Hoseok quirks an eyebrow and says, “Careful, sir; I might enjoy it.”

With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Seokjin mutters, “Would you like to stay or not?”

“I would like to,” Hoseok responds, dropping the act.

Seokjin leans in, pecks Hoseok on the lips, and in a deep, low voice, says, “I don’t bring cute submissives home.”

“Oh?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “I haven’t been looking for one. But then you came along, and I couldn’t resist.”

Hoseok hums and nibbles on his lip, unsure if he wants to voice what is on his mind, before deciding he would rather not leave anything in the air. “And when you slipped and called me baby…”

More pretty dark blush rises from Seokjin’s chest to his cheeks, and even paints the tips of his ears. “Alright, let’s get you into a bath,” he grumbles, sitting up. "We need to rub some oil on your back, too, so it isn't too sore in the morning, and so that it heals nicely."

Hoseok laughs, full-bellied and amused, and falls to his back. “Sure, sir,” he says in a teasing tone, “let’s get me into a bath.”

Seokjin walks ahead to an ensuite just off to the left from the bed and runs a bath while Hoseok begins to get up. And when he returns, Hoseok is standing slowly from the edge of the bed, sore and thoroughly fucked. Seokjin scoops Hoseok into a bridal carry and whisks him away toward the sound of running water.

“It slipped, but I meant it,” Seokjin admits shyly about calling Hoseok baby. “But I won’t say it again...only if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m okay with it,” Hoseok responds without a second thought, feeling warmth and affection bloom in his chest.

Hoseok pecks Seokjin on the cheek and adds, “Baby.”

And as Seokjin’s cheeks and ears become a darker shade of scarlet, Hoseok swoons and rests his head against Seokjin’s shoulder, already feeling at home in his arms.

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raethye · 2 years

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Any Way You Want Me by raethye

All Ways Lead to You 4

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x Taehyung

Length: 8.4K, complete

Tags: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex, Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom Kim Taehyung | V, Sub Kim Seokjin | Jin, Top Kim Taehyung | V, Bottom Kim Seokjin | Jin, Reunion Sex, Some Humor, Strip Games, Lingerie, Semi-Public Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Boys In Love, so much love, Filthy, Established Relationship, No Angst, No Drama, Just Sex, and feelings, Epilogue, Light BDSM, Aftercare, they're happy duh, december boys

“We both know you’ve lost, pretty boy,” Taehyung murmured, “but a little denial is okay. It only makes the moment when you break so much sweeter. I promise you’ll know by the end of this round.”

“Kn-know what?”

“You’re mine. Any way I want you.” Taehyung gently stroked the span of Seokjin’s neck above the collar. “Right?”

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giventae · 7 months

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If you can't stand him, bend him over

Yoongi hates Jin, Jin hates Yoongi right back, and their friends just want some goddamn peace and quiet

They also want Yoongi and Jin to finally fuck it out already, but that's besides the point

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

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☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

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☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

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☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

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☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

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☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

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☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

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☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

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☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

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☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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cravetive · 5 months

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𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I should sue you guys” Daiyu groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“thank you” he almost muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

“I'm only joking” you lied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey! Is there any creamer lef…”

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed, covering your face in agony.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can this get any worse?” you complained.

“I think it just might,” Daiyu winced.

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

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

“Mr. Han,” your voice trembled.

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

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

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

“I uh I – yeah”

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

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

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

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

‘YOU’RE FIRED’

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

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

“please take a seat guys” your boss requested.

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

Ouch…

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

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

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

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

“huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay” he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If your Jin ridened brain would allow it.

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

“Jin?” you exclaimed “are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“don’t provoke me,” Jin stated.

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

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

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

“what?” you asked.

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

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

Jin was teasing you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

his tongue twisting away the small complaint.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mhmm so warm” Jin groaned almost painfully.

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

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

“Jin” you moaned “I want to uh.”

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

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

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

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

“Ah fuck” he groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n” Jin moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes” you stuttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes” you yelped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ahh ahh” Jin yelped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop apologizing and come here.”

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

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Textbook Love (m) - KSJ

Title [Textbook Love] previously known as Mr Dream Writer!

Pairing [Best Friend’s Brother! Seokjin x Writer! Reader]

Genre [smut, angst, fluff, best friend’s brother AU, friends to lovers, slice of life]

Summary [Loving your best friend’s brother is forbidden so what is even more forbidden you might ask. It’s writing smut about him. Can you still remain friends after he discovers your secrets?]

Words [11,6k]

Warnings [sexual content: oral sex (f and m receiving), morning wood, sexual tension, subby jin, dom reader, teasing, blowjob, lots of kisses, jin comes in his pants, possessiveness, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie]

Rating [+18]

A/N: Hii! Some of you might know this story (it was a series previously) but I made it into a one-shot and finished it also made some changes in the plot. Now that Jinie is home I wanted to write something about him. Please enjoy!

Masterlist //

Kim Seokjin. Jin or Jinie shortened for friends and family. Your bestest friend’s older brother and your current roommate of five months, nine hours and – a brief look at your wristwatch – twenty minutes.

He’s tall with shoulders as wide as the ocean. Could take over the model industry at any moment. But also born with a heart of gold.

He’s like the warmest of summers, the orange hues of the sunset. Shines so bright in the darkness of the night sky that you’re afraid of getting hurt if you dare to approach him carelessly but if he’s the sun then you’re the moon. The opposite that, unfortunately – doesn’t attract.

If it wasn’t obvious from the intro you put together, remind you, to read this from the first page of your diary you’re here to spell this out. You have the biggest crush on Seokjin. Ever since he caught you three years ago when you almost fell off of the cruise boat on a family vacation while mindlessly looking at the water below. You could still remember how it felt to be inside his arms. How quick your heart raced not just because of the adrenalin but by being held by him. Your back was pressed against his chest and his fingers dug into your waist to keep both of your balance. His breath hit the shell of your ear when he asked in his sexy voice are you alright. Your heart was beating so fast for him. You swear at that exact moment his mom knew what you were thinking.

You childishly filled several notebooks with his name on every page with little pink hearts and his handsome face became a reoccurring figure in your dreams at night. It’s cliché to fall in love with your best friend’s brother and sadly it’s not how the romance novels you like to read portray it where you fall but he falls harder. No –

That daydream ending doesn’t come near you at all.

So you write your own books instead where you magically fall in love with Jin and he reciprocate your feelings.

Jin never had a girlfriend after he ended things with his last one three years ago. He mostly dealt with his heartbreak by the time you started developing your feelings for him but the timing never seemed to be right to tell him how you feel. It felt like you were longing for someone’s love and attention whose heart isn’t available yet.

You did not dare to speak up.

Sometimes you can’t help it. Hope flares in your heart. His intentions are pure but you can’t help but put more meaning behind it as you see fit. You could chat about your days during dinner and sometimes his thumb wipes some sauce from your lips and your heart flutters. He asks if you want to hang out with the boys at the bar and his hand is on the small of your back guiding you to the table between busybodies. You shiver from the cold wind at night on your way home from bowling with your friends and his jacket is neatly laid on your shoulders a moment later. Small details that probably mean nothing to him whilst it’s everything to you.

There are times when you could picture yourself next to him, holding his hand and kissing his lips. You try not to let your delusions surface often. It’s too draining mentally. Left with disappointment in the end when he goes on a date or brings someone home for the night. The illusion shatters.

The brightest light burns out the fastest as they say. One day you’re filled with hope other times reality comes to you like a trainwreck. Some things are not meant to be and it’s probably you and Jin. Blah. Blah. Blah. You could talk about this forever if you had the time.

You spend most days outlining your plot holed up in your room. Keyboard smashing as you fly over the estimated word count.

Who knew that unrequited love could give you so much inspiration?

Writing and editing until your eyes dry out and your nose bleeds are how masterpieces are created in your opinion.

Living between the pages of your book certainly feels better sometimes than real life. Caffeine and food are your new lover at least they can’t hurt your feelings. You can hear the front door open and close from a distance when the apartment is enveloped in complete silence. It’s midday. He’s usually nose-deep in his work by now. If not he helps old ladies to cross the street or save kittens that got stuck on high trees aka living the life of an angel. So what is he doing at home? You hear keys clinking and a heavy sigh followed by sluggish footsteps.

Your typing ceases as your fingers hover over your keyboard as you listen. Should you greet him? He could be having a hard day.

Seokjin’s a polite and friendly roommate as you got to know him. He treats you like a good little sister. You don’t like it but you don’t have the confidence to raise questions about it. He’s a homebody just like you but likes his hangouts every-now-and-then. He’s neat and domestic honestly, the best roommate you had so far. A popular restaurant owner downtown who is not only sought out because of his looks but also because of his excellent cuisine. His wide shoulders carry a lot of pressure to do well with his business.

He most likely comes home from visiting the bank. He decided recently that he wanted to make the place more modern and renovate the kitchen and interior. You heard that getting a loan seems to be a bit tricky.

Your mouth waters at the sight of Jin’s broad shoulders in a fitting white t-shirt and some baggy pants. You like his day clothes but you like them especially when he goes casual showing true boyfriend material looks with soft hoodies and plain t-shirts. Even when he comes home smelling like food and sweat you find him attractive. His eye smile melts you into a puddle especially when he catches you making his favourite comfort food after a long day at work.

You ask him today if he needs it and he nods already feeling better after the mention of his favourite muffins. You shoo him out of the kitchen while you start preparing to make the butter and he goes to take a shower before he returns to your side. You don’t need to ask if he had a bad day.

”You always know what I need. It smells amazing Y/N. Can I get a taste?” You try to keep your composure when Seokjin throws his arms around your body engulfing you in a back hug that brings the scent of his body wash to waft into your nose. Your heart is beating loudly in your throat and you’re hoping that the sound doesn’t reach his ears with his chest tightly pressed to you and his chin lying on top of your head. You want to melt into him – melt into the lazy circles he leaves with his thumb on your hipbone absentmindedly but you don’t let yourself completely relax afraid if you show how much you like it you will be too obvious.

The tip of his nose kisses the side of your cheek as you slightly turn in his direction holding up your spoon for a taste just like he asked.

”Hmn. Tastes good.”

Your entire body freezes up when he moans into your ear (fucking moans) and your panties dampen by the sheer sinfulness of the sound. Fuck. He’s going to be the death of you.

”S-Set the table, will you?” You hope he doesn’t put two and two together by the tremor in your voice. You’re his baby sister’s best friend there’s no way he would look at you the same way as you are looking at him.

”Sure. Finish up buttercup.” He squeezes you for a moment longer before he lets you go and steps back. Laughing at his own joke. The cold air that rushes back now that his body heat is gone makes an involuntary shiver run down your spine. He doesn’t notice any of your odd reactions. Thankfully. Seokjin skips into the living room like normal carrying two plates with him and forks.

The muffins are almost done.

”My publisher is hellbent on making me write about love. I was thinking of showing how friendship is important in my next book. You know have a somewhat action-based fantasy story as the protagonists meet with strangers and become friends along the way while going through hardships together, something similar like that. I don’t want to write a cute love story when I haven’t got a real boyfriend in ages. I know it wouldn’t be genuine and I would hate to let my readers down.”

At first, you asked about how his day was going but somewhere along the way he asked about your visit to your publishing company today and you had to rent about it. Jin listens to you carefully even though he has his own problems to solve. You don’t try to dwell on it long since you want to comfort him instead.

You know how passionate he is about his job and how he loves cooking and now he’s placed in a tough situation. You don’t have the time to worry about your nonexistent love life.

”You could never let your readers down Y/N. They love your books.” You place your fork down and reach over to grasp his hand in yours impulsively but Jin doesn’t mind. You want to intertwine your fingers so badly with his but you hold back he’s not yours to hold. You hate to see him upset like this. The snack is long forgotten as you both stop eating.

”You can still do it.” You’re confused for only a second before Jin elaborates. One hand goes over his hair ruffling the locks and making a mess.

”You could always try and meet someone.” Okay. Ouch. It’s true but hearing it from him is even more painful than the normal jabs you get from your best friend regarding this matter.

”I don’t need a boyfriend to write about love.” Because I’m in love with you.

You don’t offer him much more after that and he lets it go after a while when he realises you won’t budge on the subject. This is not a topic that you want to discuss with him either.

You’re working on something but that’s not how you pay your bills. Simple romance doesn’t pay as much. It’s written porn you write to your secret fanbase that Jin doesn’t know about on a site. You have a secret job that only your best friend knows about. You write smut on the internet and you have plenty of followers who tip you generously for your thirst posts.

Your popularity is all thanks to the built-up sexual tension because you imagine Jin doing those things to you. It will never happen in real life so you write it down and give the guy a fake name. Simple as that. You started your blog to keep your fantasies in one place but people seemed to love your filthy ideas so you kept going under a fake name.

Once you both eat your fill of the sweets you carry the plates to the kitchen. Jin insists on washing the dishes since you baked so you just stand by the side. Jin hums a catchy tune whilst cleaning and rinsing the plates. You always liked listening to his voice. He could be a singer he said he might be in his next life and you both shared a laugh. It’s domestic talking and doing chores together around the house.

This is how everything has always been.

“Your back is arching one hand is placed on your left thigh firmly to keep you open as two thick fingers enter you. You moan and struggle as Jinie’s pillowy lips wrap around your clit his hum travels to your core as he tastes you.

You gush around his fingers that pump in and out of your puffy folds. You want to see him devour you so you keep yourself open with two of your fingers in a v shape. He licks you from top to bottom looking straight into your eyes. He removes his fingers in favour to circle his tongue around your hole and his nose gently rubs on your clit with each lick and swipe of his eager tongue.

”R-Right there. I’m cumming.” Your hands hold onto his hair pulling desperately at the strands when Jin reintroduces his two digits and his lips travel up to suck on your clit. If he keeps this up you’re going to cum on his face. His hips rut against the mattress and his moans add to the pleasure of his tongue mapping out your swollen and sensitive folds. You sound so hot. ”Jin. Jinie. Please don’t stop...” You pull him closer desperately clawing at his wide shoulders as you nearly suffocate him with your thighs. Close. So close. Need a moment and –“

”What are you doing?” You jump in your seat when you hear Seokjin call out to you. You look over your shoulder pausing your writing to take in his form leaning against your doorframe.

You shut your laptop in reflex when he steps closer to see you better, you don’t want him to see what you were up to. You’re self-conscious even if writing smut is not your literal job. You sit with your legs crossed wound up from your words and imagination. He had to show up right before you wrote the climax. You haven’t heard him knock either. Did you get so lost in your head that you did not hear him at all?

”Writing.” You answer ominously.

Jin hums and takes a seat at the edge of your bed close to your little station. He’s not suspecting you at all. You roll around with your chair and face your handsome roommate.

Usually, he doesn’t come and visit you at night. Jin likes to keep to himself when sad to not bring down anyone’s mood so you’re surprised he decided to seek you out. It manages to put you in a good mood. He trusts you enough to show you his vulnerable side.

He looks tired.

You yelp when he rolls you closer to him by grabbing the armrest of your chair his head lands on your meaty thighs so close to your core that it involuntarily throbs. It was just moments ago that you wrote about him feasting on your pussy and this position is not helping to calm down your racing heart.

Jin has no idea what he’s doing to you and you feel bad for ruining the moment with your dirty mind. He’s here to seek your comfort and you just think about yourself. You’re so selfish.

Your fingers card through his hair and he sighs in contentment. ”Can I sleep here tonight?” You almost didn’t catch the words that he murmured into your skin.

”You can.” Your voice is soft as if you’re afraid to disturb the moment. Jin holds you by the waist and buries his nose into your lower stomach. He’s been touch-starved and while he knows it’s not right to touch you like this he can’t help himself. He needs the comfort of your body after a long day. He longs to feel someone’s body heat next to him. You don’t push him away – you never do so he doesn’t stop even when he spoons you from behind lying on your bed listening to each other’s breathing.

You dream of his lips and wide shoulders.

It’s so hot you can feel sweat collecting at your spine and brows as something warm is clinging to you from behind. You can’t get away from the heat something is stopping you from wriggling out of its hold. Your dream-dazed mind needs a minute to realise what’s pressed against you and emits so much heat and when you do your entire body freezes mid struggle.

Right.

You let Jin into your bed last night. He’s like a furnace. You tilt your head backwards careful to not accidentally wake him up whilst you try to make a mental plan in your head on how to get out of this position. His hands are placed dangerously down on your body holding you by the hips and when he squeezes you suddenly you jump a little getting pressed on him more in the process.

Your t-shirt got rolled up during the night till your stomach was not covered by the fabric anymore. His hands are in direct contact with your skin and you can feel his warm touch cage you against him.

You’re outright panicking when you can feel his boner press into your buttcheeks. Sleepiness is long gone from your eyes.

This sounds like the beginning of one of your cheap smut stories. But you swear it’s not. You vaguely remember writing one about two people sharing one bed one of your favourite tropes to write about when they got stranded at a motel because of the weather. Your protagonist woke up just like you with a morning wood rutting against her whilst the boy was still living in a wet dream.

Jin isn’t moving though. He’s just pressed against you. His breath is not laboured at all as relaxed puffs of air hit your earlobe. He’s deeply asleep but his body is certainly awake and ready to nut. If you would be one of your characters then you might have the courage to press back and grind your ass into his cock. He feels big against your rearside even if he’s tucked away in his underwear.

You really want to move but you know you shouldn’t. If he accidentally wakes up you will be in big trouble.

Your attempts to escape are futile. Jin doesn’t let you go out of his hold and your struggle only makes him pull you closer and create some friction between your bodies. You let out a loud gasp when his cock accidentally rubs harder against your ass as you try to get away.

You settle down and wait. He’s probably waking up. His brows are furrowed and his mouth is jutted in a pout.

You let out a sigh of relief when he doesn’t. Looks like he got tired of you trying to get away and disturbing his sleep because he lets you go and turn to the other side of the bed. One of his hands is tucked under his head as he sleeps.

You shouldn’t feel as disappointed as you do when you get up and leave the room to get ready for the day.

You would have loved to feel him rub one out. You would have gladly let him use you but it’s for the best that nothing happened in the end. You leave the house early that morning. You needed some space to calm down and you had to go somewhere anyway. It’s ridiculous how worked up you got just because you felt Jin’s cock against your ass.

What’s even more concerning is that you have no difficulty meeting up with his sister and having some breakfast together.

If she knew what kind of thoughts you have about his older brother. She would certainly kill you but you try to keep these thoughts at the back of your mind for now as you focus on your important conversation. You shoot down another one of her blind date offers as usual at this point saying no is like a reflex to you.

”You like someone else, don’t you?” Your grip on your mug tightens and you look up at her like a deer caught in headlights after listening to her sudden question. At that moment you knew that you fucked up.

”I knew it! Who is it? Do I know him? Did you ask him out yet?” You avoid making eye contact with her as she rambles on and on about your mysterious love interest.

It’s your brother. Yes, you do know him. No, I don’t have to courage to ask him out and I don’t think I ever will.

You answer her in your head but decide against saying any of that out loud.

Instead, you say something even worse for her imagination to run wild: ”It’s complicated.”

”Is it a married man? I promise I will never judge you. You can tell me.” You gasp in horror when she starts speculating, giving you that look again that you haven’t seen since college when you had that crush on that jock from the swim team senior year. They were wet and hot in your defence every woman’s weakness. Everyone who tells otherwise is a liar.

Her hand finds yours on top of the table to console you but you pull away with a disapproving look.

”Oh my god. That’s not it!” You pick up some fries to shove into her mouth before she can speak more nonsense.

It’s annoying how she tries to nitpick everything you say just because you said it’s complicated it doesn’t mean it has to involve a married man or a sugar daddy! It could be worse than listening to her trying to figure out your mystery crush. At least she has no idea it’s his brother that you have secret feelings for. You shudder just by thinking of this morning with his dick wedged in between your buttcheeks.

It’s futile to think about the what-ifs. Nothing would have changed if you decided to stay or not a little longer. You just saved yourself from some awkward conversation where you would be friend-zoned or worse, sister zoned! You’re way past the point of feeling guilty about thinking about Jin whilst you’re with your best friend. You’re not concerned as you get lost in your head. You never really breached the topic with her but you know she wouldn’t be thrilled for you to have the hots for his brother. It’s stupid but her reaction when one of your friends brought up you dating him in the future is still a sore spot. Them. Together? Yikes. Childish, you know it but it still affects you more than you would like to admit. Not that Seokjin would ever return your feelings.

”Are you excited about our trip?” Glad for the change in the subject you let out a relieved chuckle. Genuine excitement showing on your face.

Of course, you are excited!

It’s been ages since you went to Jeju except for that one family vacation and this time it will be just you the girls and the boys – no parental supervision. You yourselves are grownups. Just friends on a summer trip. Everyone has been busy and working hard so some time to unwind will do some good for all of you. It’s also nostalgic as the first roots of your affection towards Jin bloomed on the Island as well. You’re excited to go back now that you’re all mature.

The problems you had back then seem to be minor things compared to what adult life rolls your way as a challenge. You share some excited chatter about the resort she got her hands on. You heard it’s quite spectacular and has a beautiful view of the ocean. You collect your trays when you’re done and head to the mall to buy some bikinis for the trip.

Time always flies by when you’re together and you step into your shared apartment with Jin in the late afternoon with a heart less heavy.

It’s still one of the favourite parts of your day. When you can smell the freshly made food and be greeted by Jin’s smile as he asks you to join him in the kitchen. You move in sync preparing the dishes seamlessly as you know what the other wants. You cooked together so many times but your heart still flutters when he prefers your help in the kitchen even at gatherings.

”You left early this morning.” The knife in your hand halts for a moment but you regain your composure rather quickly. You keep cutting the vegetables in relative silence as you try to come up with what to say and pour the cut pieces into a frying pan to stirfry, acting busy. You didn’t think he would comment about your sudden disappearance. Did he miss you? Was he disappointed when he didn’t find you in his arms anymore? Or. Is he testing the waters? He probably woke up with a boner and was wondering if he made you uncomfortable but doesn’t want to create an awkward situation by asking you outright. Right? That’s probably it-

”I was just getting ready for the trip tomorrow. Jiah and I went shopping. We didn’t have anything to wear to the beach.”

Seokjin acknowledges your words with a small hum as he’s focused on marinating the beef sprinkling it with various spices.

”Can’t wait to see you in it.” His smile is innocent and his intentions are probably as pure as snow so why are you blushing so hard? You and Jin saw each other in swimwear and went to the beach with mutual friends before but your approach the previous years was more cute than sexy. You don’t know what possessed you to go all out this year but Jiah whistled when you came out of the changing room. She said whoever your secret crush is he’ll probably go blind from your beauty so you’re counting on that.

***

”Hey! Nice of you two to finally join us.” You completely ignore Jimin’s jab at how late you are when you get to the airport. Jin rolling both of your suitcases. You don’t offer an answer; you’re all used to his teasing.

Your eyes are only halfway open when you lean on your best friend’s shoulder to support your weight. You’re not a morning person it took a lot of persuasion from Seokjin to get you out of bed.

Your earlier entrance made some of your friends suspiciously giggle and talk in hushed whispers. The fan club – as they like to call themselves. They have been shipping you with Jin since the first arrangements that you become roommates and while you show your disdain every time you secretly love the attention put on you two.

”Cute.” Hanma giggles when she saw you holding onto Jin’s shirt following him in.

He offered you the edge of his shirt to hold onto in hopes that you two won’t separate as you try to make your way to the guys inside the busy airport. He could see that you were still half asleep and he was afraid of losing sight of you in such a big place. He gave you occasional glances and slowed down his steps to match his pace with you.

He never fails to make your heart flutter with sweet gestures like this. He helps you with your luggage and carries your passports to show at the gates. Some might confuse him to be your boyfriend – Jin is naturally nice so always corrects the people politely but your heart sinks every time he smooths over the mistakes of other people.

You’re surprised that he choose the seat next to you and not one of the guys, beating your best friend to it. They played a childish game of rock paper scissors to decide who will sit next to you and in the end, Jin won.

You try to ignore the butterflies when he smiles so widely at you. You live together so you grew naturally closer – at first, you were surprised how people person he was. He was rooming with Yoongi for a long time but when he decided to take a further step in his relationship and move in together with his sweetheart, Jin had to look for another place and your roommate conveniently moved out not that long ago. You always wondered if it was fate. It seemed like a dream and most of the time it was.

You cook together and watch tv. A lot. He coaxes you out of your room to do things like watching his favourite dramas or just hang out and go bar-hopping with his friends. Simple things like that. Many pros but there are cons as well.

You think that you mastered your poker face when he occasionally brings girls home for the night. You never see them again but the fact that the walls are thin and you hear them moan his name makes the ugly head of jealousy roar to life.

You want to be the only girl that moans his name. Not only moan but – hold his hand, laugh at his dad jokes and make him feel good until his toes curl and he loses his mind. You want to be his girlfriend but it’s wishful thinking on your part.

He’s eight years older than you. He never dated younger girls and his last girlfriend was five years older than him. He likes mature older women – not girls like you in their early twenties.

”You’re always together Jin! Don’t think you can steal my best friend from me! She’s mine!” Jiah whines when she loses at the game and you have half the heart to make a peace offering when Jin pokes his tongue at his sister childishly.

Right. Mature.

”Enough. Both of you. I’m not anyone’s possession. Just sit next to each other. Final decision.” They both try to protest but you’re already out of your seat.

You find one empty so you make your way to the back and sit next to Namjoon. Finally some quiet and peace.

He gives you a sympathetic smile and pats the seat next to him for you to take and you do – gladly.

You enjoy his company and he’s been always easy to talk to. He let you cry on his shoulder when you broke up with your first boyfriend that no one knows about. It was messy. It was a secret relationship – not that you two dated for long.

Namjoon is the only one who knows about your feelings and to this day he kept your secret. You have a special place in your heart for Namjoon. You both confide in each other to tell things that you’re not comfortable telling to other people. You’re not the only one with a secret as he had the biggest crush on your best friend for years.

She’s oblivious to his attraction and it’s clear that Namjoon always has her best interest at heart. He doesn’t want to reveal himself in front of her and put her in a weird situation. The things he does for her are subtle – if you didn’t know of his feelings you would probably never pick up on the little things.

In a way, you’re both sitting in the same boat. There are nights when you two secretly hang out and talk about your crushes. It always feels good to ramble about them and get it all out so it’s a tradition by now.

”You can rest on my shoulder.” You hum in contentment his voice is nice and soothing it doesn’t take long for you to go back to sleep resting against Namjoon’s shoulders as he reads his book in silence.

Jin and Jiah bicker for a while – pointing fingers at each other about who was the cause of you to just leave them but quiet down when Namjoon scolds them and emphasises that you have already fallen back to sleep.

You and Namjoon made a promise not to try and get each other’s hopes up but that glance Seokjin shoots in your direction make him think. He’s been pretty much glued to your side and he knows for a fact, that he didn’t have a woman over for a while now. You always complain about them being loud but you didn’t for the last couple of weeks.

Namjoon looks at Seokjin’s approaching form suspiciously.

”Relax I won’t disturb her but she gets cranky when she’s not resting on her favourite pillow.” He lets him cradle your face between his palm softly and carefully place the pillow behind your head.

Jin gets a few locks of hair out of your face and places them behind your ears and a smile makes its way onto his features unknowingly.

”Tell me what you want.” You play with the hem of his shorts. Strong thighs quivering under your careful fingers. Your mouth is stretched into a vixen smile – moan softly when you picture a big fat cock to stretch it out instead.

”W- We shouldn't.” You lightly scoff. His mouth forms the words but his hips still jut when you ghost your touch over his prominent bulge. He wants you. You can feel it. Your gaze is feral as you look at Jin like a meal on a silver platter. He won’t stop you from touching him his mind keeps telling him to stop you but he won’t because deep down he doesn’t want to.

He wants you to whip out his dick and roll your tongue over his cockhead. Taste the precum of his desire. His eyes are blown out and his chest is moving up and down rapidly at the sight of you on your knees between his spread legs. Despite the position, he’s the one that’s wrapped around your pinky finger.

You know that look too well as you caress his clothed thighs running your fingers up and down in a soothing manner. He’s overthinking again.

”I can stop if it’s too much. I want you to feel good Seokjinnie. You don’t have to feel guilty.” Jin jumps when your head rests on his left thigh your breathing is shallow and calm – nothing like the hammering of his chest. His heart works overtime to pump his blood through his veins directing the flow to his cock rather than his head to think.

”N- No. Please don’t stop.” He catches your wrist when you give him some distance. Thinking that he’s pulling out of the situation. It prompted him to finally answer – and it’s truthful. He doesn’t want to stop in spite of everything in him screaming that he should.

His feelings are conflicted but his fingers weave themselves into your messy hair and gather it into a low ponytail. You feel like the forbidden fruit tempting him and leading him to his downfall. It’s only a thin wall separating your bodies from his sister sleeping next door. Unbestowned to the sinful actions of the two most important people in her life. What kind of brother he is to want his sister’s best friend’s mouth on his cock?

His eyes focus on the object of his desire, your lips. Pink and swollen from biting. Your tongue pokes out to slick your lips to glisten and make them more inviting.

”Tell me that you want it. If you don’t you have to tell me now.” Of course, the last thing you want is to stop but this is not just about you. It’s better to stop now than for him later to realise it was a mistake on his part. You wouldn’t be able to handle that if he did.

”I shouldn’t- I really shouldn’t want your mouth wrapped around my cock but Y-Y/N I w-want it so bad.” You hum grazing his inner thighs with your nails.

”You can have it. My mouth is yours to take.” Seokjin blushes but nods. His fingers shake as he undoes his pants and gets his underwear down his legs showing you his hard cock. It’s dripping the pink tip is swollen as beads of precum bubble out from the small slit. You put your mouth around the round head and taste him for the first time –

”Y/N. What is this?” His tone makes you wince. He never talked to you like this before – with anger laced with his tone. His ears are red and his eyes are distant when you keep looking at the floor avidly avoiding his harsh stare that pokes a hole into your head – hoping to gain some confidence to reply. This is your worst nightmare.

Him finding out – nonetheless this way. His reaction twists the knife in your heart even more.

You look over the words on your open computer. Your heart seizes in panic as you look between the hard lines of his forehead and your filthy words – practically telling him everything that you tried so hard to keep as a secret for years.

”I’m s-sorry.” Don’t know what else to say. Seokjin nearly growls and runs his hands through his hair as if it would decrease the humiliation of his finding. His thoughts are all over the place. The considerate boy is long gone when his harsh words pierce through your bleeding heart.

”What are you sorry for huh? Getting caught or writing porn with my name?” You flinch when he drops the laptop on the bed with a loud thud. He was never violent. The thought of you thinking about him that way disgusts him this much?

You’re lost for words as Jin walks up and down in your room trying to calm down. The tears you tried to keep at bay fall freely when his words hit you.

His frantic movements stop when he hears a pained sniff. His glare softens when he sees you cry and he bawls his hands in a fist to keep himself rooted to his spot. His first instinct is to comfort you but he’s still distraught by everything he read.

”Delete it.” This is the only thing he says before he slams the door behind him.

Your soft cries fill the room. He hates you. You should have been more careful. Shouldn’t let him be in your room when you weren’t around. It’s too late for that now. He hates you – he’s probably disgusted by you.

After he stormed out of your room that night you barely have seen him. It certainly put a damper on your vacation plans but you can’t blame him for reacting that way. It makes you sad that he opted for avoiding you all together rather than talking to you about it.

You tried to apologise but he didn’t take too kindly at you for visiting his room so you gave him the time alone that he needed. Namjoon is the only one who you told what happened and he offered to knock some sense into the boy but you pulled him back by his hands to leave it.

Namjoon is a good friend to the both of you and he could understand his reaction but the way he talked to you was not justified.

He kept by your side during the whole trip and you were glad to have some distraction from everything that happened. You were existing in the same room during the activities but he never even glanced your way or addressed you.

It felt like you were invisible that the friendship you built just crumbled like that.

You dreaded the day that you had to go back to your apartment. You tried to hide your disappointment when he asked Jimin to let him crash at his place for a while. You know he will move out sooner or later. It felt like your friendship was unsalvageable at this point.

You even told Jiah that you like his brother. She kept asking about what happened between the two of you. The tension could be cut with a knife and everyone noticed how the two of you drifted apart when before you were almost inseparable. She was shocked and you expected her to yell at you too but to your surprise, she took the news quite alright.

You had a heartfelt conversation while you both cried your eyes out. It felt good to tell her everything despite the situation. Whenever you thought about Jin your heart squeezed painfully. You haven’t seen him for at least a month now. Legally you still shared the apartment but you know he’s been looking for another place to stay. The last time he looked at you was when you were in your room after he discovered your erotic story about him. Jiah was your rock – and Namjoon too.

You could tell that they grew closer because of you, they talked more and hung out without you. You were hopeful that at least they got together in the end. They took really good care of you and you were really grateful for them to help you feel better.

You announced your indefinite hiatus on your blog and while some were noisy the majority of them wished you good luck with whatever you were struggling with. You were thinking of deleting the whole thing.

You buried yourself under work and continued on your real projects.

You were in the kitchen having some late-night snack. What you didn’t expect is for Jin to show up one day at your door he kept fidgeting with his key as he tried to coordinate his movements and slide the key into the hole.

He was flat-out drunk. His eyes are glazed over in a drunkness hue and he is swooning like he could trip over his feet at any given moment. You haven’t seen him act like this ever – he’s completely shit-faced. You want to give him space knowing that the last thing he wants is to see your face so you abandon your snack on the counter and try to leave but he doesn’t let you get too far.

Your eyes grow wide when he pushes you against your door before you could slip away into the comfort of your room. His breath smelled like he consumed a lot of whiskey on his night out and you don’t think your assumption is too far-fetched from the truth.

It breaks your heart that he has to be this drunk to even face you.

”You’re drunk. You should lay down.” You place both hands on his stomach to keep some distance as he sways.

It wasn’t the most coherent but you could get the gist of his words that would awfully sound like: ”I bw-read your blog. All offfff it.”

You look away in shame – ready to hear him yell again but he doesn’t. He forces you to face him with a firm grip on your chin.

”It bwans’t jsut sex. You swaid you likeed me.”

You try to push him away and get some space between you but he doesn’t relent. Who would have thought that he’s so strong while drunk?

”This is something we should discuss while you’re sober. We will talk in the morning. As, if you’ll be still here.” It was pointless to mask your hurt and he could see that. You looked hurt and thin like you were not eating properly.

The empty fridge seems to be a big hint of that. His head pounds from the headache but he could remember everything from yesterday.

You took care of him. Helped him lay down on his bed and even got him painkillers with a glass of water to sit on his bedside table for when he woke up.

He didn’t think about you at all or your feelings until Namjoon beat some sense into him. It was too much and too sudden. He was fighting these feelings and discovering your dirty little secret just made it all blow up in his face.

He was too deep to think about how his words affected you. He knows it won’t be enough to earn your forgiveness but it should be a good start. He makes some breakfast and waits for you patiently to appear.

You come out, blinking away the sleepiness when the view makes you stop in your tracks. You rub your eyes again in case you’re still somehow dreaming.

Seokjin. Standing in the kitchen, cooking. It’s something you haven’t witnessed for the last few weeks – it feels foreign to see him flip a honey brown pancake on their other side. To be truthful after he left you haven’t felt like cooking (it reminded you too much of him – you used to do all the cooking together and it felt wrong to do it all alone) mostly living off of fast food or eat at your friend’s place if they offered.

”You’re here.” It comes out as if you’re in disbelief and – you are. Seokjin was drunk yesterday. You thought it was a mistake that he came home and would surely leave in the morning before you woke up.

You didn’t think he would be here.

”Yes. Are- are you hungry?” He asks carefully as if you’re a wounded animal that could flee at any given moment. He could barely look you in the eye and it hurts. It’s never been so awkward before and you hate that you made it this way. The tension surrounding your body has a strong grip on your throat. It’s your fault that things went South in your friendship. You don’t even know it could be fixed anymore.

”S- Sure.” You take tentative steps into the kitchen and sit down opposite him. He places two servings down and you eat silently with a gaping hole in between. Usually, you would sit close to each other but not this time, there’s no easy banter or laughing either. It’s all so still.

”I- uh so, uh. Fuck, it’s hard. I guess what I want to say is that. I’m sorry.” Jin places his hand on top of yours – you two always used touch as a comforting gesture – but you pull your hand away without thinking. You think you saw hurt flash in his eyes but he looked undeterred in making up with you.

”It’s ok. I should be the one who says sorry. It was improper of me and it will never happen again.” You look away, your moves are mechanical as you slice into your pancakes. You’re not hungry and the food tastes like paper in your mouth. You miss the dejected look on his face while you focus on your plate.

He should have known it won’t be that easy to get things back to where it was.

He hates that you look so defensive and uncomfortable being in the same room. He deserves this reaction. Namjoon’s words ring in his ears like a mantra.

The way he acted and yelled at you was so unlike him. He said things that night that he didn’t mean and regretted. Namjoon told him how it wore you down while he was confused with his feelings – he hurt you badly. You can’t even look at him now and he hates that he did this to you. He misses your smile.

”No, it’s not okay. I’m sorry for yelling I didn’t mean the things I said I regretted saying them the minute I did. I read your blog and- y-you said that you like me. Is it, true?” If you didn’t know better you might think he looks hopeful. But what he said stuck in your head on repeat. [What are you sorry for huh? Getting caught or writing porn with my name?]

”I did.” You settle for that answer for now. Seeing him again and how painful it is to even be in the same house opened your eyes to how wrong it was for you to fantasise about him. You will make yourself stop liking him. This is the only way you can still salvage your friendship. He’s clearly not interested based on his reaction and you couldn’t blame him.

”The past tense means? You- don’t like me anymore? I-Is it because of what I said?” Jin seems nervous and somewhat, disappointed in your answer but you don’t let your mind linger on that for long. This is for the best.

”I want us to forget about this. This is how we could be friends again.”

You get up and leave but there was unmistakable sadness carried in your eyes. Your pancake is nearly untouched you only took two bites and Jin slumps in his chair sighing. He wanted this conversation to play out differently.

It took too long for him to figure out his own feelings. It looks like he’s always a beat late when it comes to you.

Jin cringes when he thinks about your conversation that happened half a day ago.

”That sucks man but at least now you’re on speaking terms again.” Seokjin sighs. He half-heartedly agrees because he did move back into your shared apartment but it’s far from how it used to be. You’re distant. No more cooking together you don’t even watch shows together on the couch after your late-night writing sessions.

If he’s not going out of his way to see you he bet you wouldn’t even leave your room. You’re only a door away but it feels like there are oceans between you now.

You said you’re working on your book and he knows it’s the truth because your blog is deleted by the time he tries to check it out again.

You meant it when you said you want to forget about the last couple of weeks and while you pretend it never happened – it’s clear that it still bothers you. You’re avoiding him. Even in friend outings, you’re barely speaking to him and choose the seat farthest away from him. Everyone noticed the shift in your dynamics but no one dares to comment on it. Namjoon advised him to give you time, you’re probably just feeling embarrassed and he couldn’t blame you when he reacted that way. The things he said – he wishes he could just turn back time and take a deep breath instead.

He felt betrayed when he first saw your writing and he felt embarrassed that people all over the world read about sexual things with his name in it he replayed what happened at the hotel numerous times and he regrets everything.

Ever since he played with the thought of you and him in the same sentence it became clearer that he could actually picture it happening. Too bad he’s weeks late and now it seems like you will never open up to him again.

”Barely. She’s still avoiding me Joon.” Namjoon finds his older friend’s pout comical.

”Clearly since you’re out drinking again. You know that if you get drunk it doesn’t mean the situation will solve itself.” Of course, he knows it. Jin annoyingly sighs again and Namjoon has to bite his lip to not tell him to stop whining and instead do something about it.

”I’m just so lost about what to do.” Jin swirls his drink looking intently at the bottom of his whiskey in case the key to his problems will be somehow buried under the fifth cup of alcohol.

”Well – did you try to apologise?” Jin snorts. Namjoon could barely hear his answer murmured under his nose. ”Of course, I apologised that was the first thing that I did.”

”Did you explain to her why you reacted that way? That you given it a thought and you would like to try something if she’s still interested? Did you tell her that?”

It’s the following silence that has Namjoon shake his head in disbelief. For the first time since he arrived, Jin looks up from his drink and looks kinda panicked.

”S- She didn’t let me explain.” Even he knows it’s a poor excuse. The truth is he chickened out. You used the past tense as ‘liked you’ and he felt too afraid to say anything. He was confused for the longest time if what he started feeling after you ignored him was genuine or if he was just missing the normality you two always had. He’s afraid that things will change drastically and he would hate to lose you.

He’s still not a hundred percent sure but he probably never will be all he could do is try and see what happens. That’s life. There’s no guide on how to live your life just like there’s no guide to tell him if things would work out between you two. Things are already not normal between you. Even if he hates to admit it he wouldn’t be able to go back to just being your friend anymore after knowing the truth about your feelings. He just needs to take a leap of fate and hope for the best. It’s also easier said than done.

”You need to try until she listens. She deserves an explanation Jin. As I see it she probably avoids you so you couldn’t reject her again. She doesn’t know that you’re not trying to do that she only goes with the assumptions your little outburst created in her head. The only way you can fix your relationship with her is, to be honest. Tell her how you feel. She’s not a mind reader you have to spell it out for her to understand.”

Jin knows Namjoon is right. The question is what he’s going to do about it.

Jin also knows this is not the best time to initiate this conversation but he decides to knock on your door after standing in front of it finally done contemplating.

Your eyes are tired but widen when you see him and while your lights are off your laptop gives off a light behind you that indicates you are still awake. It's 3 in the morning.

Jin smells like alcohol again, but he doesn't seem as hammered as when he first came home. He almost looks painfully sober.

"Did you just get home?" Unsure what to say you ask carefully. Your fingers grip the door until your knuckles are turning white. You're wearing black shorts with a tank top and you're clearly not wearing a bra as Jin can see the outline of your breasts.

Realising his mistake, he focuses back on your face thanks to the dim lighting of the place you didn't notice how he was ogling at your chest a moment ago.

Even after talking big to Namjoon not an hour ago in the bar about how he's going to confess to you being in front of you makes the words escape him and lose all confidence he had left. You look so pretty in his eyes dressed in casual clothes.

The worst that could happen is hearing your rejection. Jin wouldn't blame you after all he said and done. However, things can't go on as they are now. The distance is killing him and he hates how you avoid his looks or touches when it was welcomed before.

"I want to talk to you about something. Can I come in?" He gets it out after some silence and you seemingly contemplate accepting it. It's late and he is drunk. As if he could read your mind he's quick to assure you he didn't have that much tonight. He wasn't even out for that long.

"Alright, come in." You sigh tiredly and you step away to let him in. You don't want to have this conversation right now but you know that Jin is stubborn and it's best to hear it now than prolong this painful thing you have going on. You hate this, it's awkward you don't know how to react to his words or how to move according to his touches. You're ridden with guilt thinking that you created this situation but also angry with Jin. After avoiding you for a month he's back and acting like nothing happened between you.

You motion for your bed for him to sit and you take a seat on your rolling chair. You keep sitting opposite him when before you would always sit beside him but he doesn't say anything as he's the only one to blame for this. Of course, you're heartbroken and angry. Jin is very bad when he has to confront someone or a situation but he needs to do that or else he might really lose you forever, if you haven't already given up on him but he still has hope that you will say yes.

"I know I said this before but I'm really sorry for hurting your feelings. I don't even know what I was thinking but what I'm sure about is that after not seeing you I started to think about you more deeply. I never thought about you that way I admit it but after constantly thinking about you I think I actually like you." His words are not the best to express his thoughts but he hopes you can interpret them in a good way. Your expression is not that bright so he tries to help the situation while mumbling more words.

Trying to make things right desperately.

"If you're only saying that to..." You don't have to try and finish your sentence before he's quick to correct it.

"No! Um, no. That's not it, I'm not just saying it because I want to smooth things over. I miss being with you. I miss you so much and I hate that you avoid me now even though I know I deserve it. I'm sorry Y/N, I'm really selfish. I want to have your love again even after I said that. I know I am late but I swear if you give me a chance I'll try my hardest to make you fall in love with me again." You're too stunned to react when he suddenly gets on his knees to beg for forgiveness as his last attempt to convince you. Jin clasps your hands and squeezes them.

"J-Jin." He doesn't let you pull away as he holds your hand against his cheek. "You can stand up." You put your other hand on his shoulder feeling weird about seeing him on his knees. You didn't have time to fully grasp what was happening.

If he did this two months ago you would be over the moon. Is he saying what you think he is saying?

"I won't until you forgive me. Y/N please." You feel pressured but on the other hand, you still have those butterflies in your stomach. You don't think he will let up if you ask him for more time to consider so you silently consider your options now.

He did hurt your feelings but you know Jin would never lie to you. You believe that what he said now is the truth. If he truly considered your feelings and feels like giving it a try with you. You could take one and give your heart a chance.

This time you won't need to hide it anymore. Your friendship cannot go on as it is - and even if in the end it doesn't work out you could at least say you tried your best.

"Alright. I will forgive you Jin." You cup his face with both hands. Jin looks up at you with a silly smile at seeing your expression soften and he pulls you down for a puppy kiss.

It's nothing but lip on the lip but it's finally happening. Jin is kissing you.

You smile into it before it can deepen but neither of you minds it. "Are you going to get up now?"

You help him up after he nods. He lets out a little laughter feeling good after you accept his confession. Both of you just stare at each other after that in the middle of the room unable to move.

"Good night Jin." Unsure what to do you think it's best to leave things at that. It's almost 4 am. Seokjin can sense your hesitance even though you cleared your feelings it's clear that you don't know what you're allowed and not allowed to do.

"Can I stay? I missed you a lot." Jin pulls you close by holding onto your waist. He can feel it on his skin how your heartbeat accelerates as he closes the gap. He kisses your jaw and your fingers tighten around the material of his shirt.

"S-sure." Unable to resist his charms you agree to sleep together. While Jin goes to change his clothes and shower you tidy up your room a bit. You're already under the covers when Jin comes back. The last thing you feel is how he kisses your cheeks and whispers a good night before you close your tired eyes enveloped in his warm arms.

The next time your friends gathered you showed up with Jin hand in hand. After the initial shock wore off everyone congratulated you and Jin on your newfound love. Some things changed but some aren’t. He’s still as sweet to you as ever, you cook together watch movies and talk late into the night but your relationship now has a bonus that you were unable to experience in your friendship. The kisses.

When you’re talking with your friends he sometimes kisses the top of your head pulls you close to his side or holds your hand under the table. Just some subtle romantic actions but they make your heart flutter. There are times when Jin comes home from work and you greet him with a sweet peck. Sometimes it grows into a makeout session. With you on his lap and your fingers in his hair feverishly exchanging kisses on the couch. Or when you’re getting ready to bed he pulls you close under the covers and kisses you until you’re breathless.

Today is one of those days when you two get carried away with the kisses. Jin had a stressful day at work. Some people complained that the food was bad and he had to smooth things over when a waiter got into an argument with a customer. The first thing he did when he got home was hug you close and breathe in your calming scent. You could tell that something was bothering Jin but you hugged him back and offered him your comfort. You didn’t think things would get this heated.

Jin suddenly kissed you like you were the air that he desperately needed to survive he hungrily started to devour your lips until they got swollen and pink. Before anything could escalate you always find a way to stop. If Jin initiates the make-outs then you always put an end to it before the clothes could get unbuttoned.

Jin read the blog and read all about your fantasies so he knows you’re not particularly shy or innocent. At first, he just thought you were not ready and he wanted to wait for you so he never mentioned anything but now he thinks differently. He heard you one morning when he had to come back for his keys when you thought he left for work you pleasured yourself in your shared bed he could hear you moan his name. You always stop before anything could get too heated and he thinks it’s because you’re afraid to initiate anything sexual not because you don’t want to but because you’re afraid to appear too needy.

Today he’s not letting you get away.

He stops you from getting up from his lap. Jin knows that you can feel his bulge underneath you. Continues his kisses down your throat to your collarbones that poke out from under your t-shirt. Your fingers grip his wide shoulders as you try to remain calm, small sighs escape you as he keeps peppering your skin with his wet kisses. You want to roll your hips to get some relief but you’re afraid you wouldn’t be able to control yourself anymore if you did. This is exactly what Jin wants though. He pulls you impossibly close bucking his hips up to you with a firm hold on you he rubs his clothed cock between your legs until you start to soak his lap. Pushing his tongue into your mouth he swallows your needy sounds but he’s no better at keeping his voice down. The small whimpers that escape only fuel your arousal. You swear he knows what he’s doing to you. You try to get away before it gets too much but Jin desperately clings to you as if he reads your mind he opens his mouth to protest.

“Don’t stop please.” Jin continues to guide your hips pushing you against his fully hard cock he wants to take it out already but he holds himself back. His doe eyes meet your half-lidded ones as he chases the friction he craves.

You bite back a moan when you take in the sight under you. He’s so perfect. He holds onto you tightly like he’s afraid you will disappear. It feels like your concerns were unfounded after seeing the unlimited desire in his passionate eyes. You were afraid to have sex with Jin after what happened before. You thought he thought you were dirty after writing sex scenes with his name. It seems like you were wrong. He doesn’t think you’re dirty or undesirable it’s clearly written on his face what he wants.

You relax into his embrace and kiss him lovingly. You want to give him everything he wants. You put your hand above his heart you can feel how his heart beats fast under your palm getting under his spell you continue your journey down his stomach until you catch the side of his waistband and play with it. You explore further your kisses reach his neck your teeth and tongue create dark marks on his skin as your fingers palm him over his clothes. Jin’s hand tighten around your waist he lets out his sounds freely appreciating the care and attention you willingly give to him. Molding against your body he becomes putty in your hands.

“You’re so pretty Jinie.” Shyness blooms on his face at your compliment he buries his face into your shoulders moaning when you increase your hand movements. He’s getting so worked up by your little touches. Your tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up his neck lastly pulling his ear between your teeth. “My pretty baby is getting close? It feels like you’re about to burst. You won’t let anyone else touch you like this right? Only I want to see you like this.” You grab the side of his face with one hand forcing him to open his eyes and look at you.

Your fierce gaze makes Jin gulp down the accumulated saliva in his mouth. He opened it to answer but he could only let out his moans. It’s hard to form a coherent sentence when your hand rubs him so well. You won’t let him get away with it as you push your thumb into his mouth and press on his tongue. Jin can only whine as your finger gets coated in his saliva his eyes stay unfocused as you rub harder. He feels this incredible tightness in his lower stomach signalling his approaching end.

“Tell me that you’re mine and I will let you cum. Be a pretty boy and say it.” Your fingers leave his mouth so he can tell you. He tells you with tears glistening in his eyes the pleasure is too great to handle as he comes in his pants.

“Yours, only yours.” He pants whines and whimpers his whole body shakes as you guide him through his orgasm.

“My Jinie.” You kiss him swallowing his noises. His heart skips a beat your possessive side only adds to your appeal. He never heard you talk like that you say the most sinful things and he loves every second of it.

He doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed about cumming in his pants as you keep devouring his lips your desire growing bigger as you get frustrated as you’re soaking wet and didn’t do anything to relieve yourself.

You only pull away to get rid of your clothes. Seeing your naked body Jin feels the blood leave his head and travel down to his cock. Getting harder again. Jin parts your folds with two fingers his lips are on your neck tasting your skin as he works your pussy. You’re so wet his fingers glide on your sensitive skin easily. One finger sinks into you while his thumb keeps rubbing your clit eliciting sweet moans from you.

You clamp down on the finger inside getting close to your release. Your face is tucked into his shoulders. Jin watches as you ride his fingers slipping a second one inside at the same time you pull him out of his pants and wrap your hand around his shaft.

You kiss and moan into each other’s mouths building a steady rhythm together. You stop his fingers before you could cum around them.

“Want you in me.” Jin nods eagerly pulling your hips up until your opening is aligned with his tip. You sink down slowly feeling each vein and twitch of his cock as it gets buried inside your wet heat.

You ride it fast and deep chasing your end that got denied before you didn’t need much to reach it. It took some swirls of his finger on your sensitive clit to pulse around his cock and milk him with your release. The wetness provided an easy glide Jin could guide you up and down his cock easily until he cums deep inside you a few minutes later.

“You feel so good.” You smile into the kiss. This was way better than your imagination. Kim Seokjin. Jin or Jinie shortened for friends and family. Your bestest friend’s older brother and your current roommate of nine months, nine hours and – a brief look at your wristwatch – twenty minutes and now your new lover.

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