#jinie

[bisexualrapline]

100 days of kim seokjin (80/100)

[hobilv]

my love, i love him so much! ^^ ♡

like or reblog if you use/save ! ♡

[kthvkoo-s]

Happy Jin (김석진) Day

12 - 04 - 1992 . An angel was born, and captured the heart of many. 💜

[bae-hupsax]

𓏲ִ 🕸️ ˑ ִ ֗ 𓋼𓍊𓋼 ִֶָ  𓈒 ⊹ 🐌

[6ob789]

Moodboard ( Seokjin )

[ystarzz]

. ⅄ Tu es ma personne préférée. 🌳 𖥔

[taemcflurry]

Happy jin day😭💜💝

[lachibolalarmy]

HAPPY JIN DAY! 💜

[ppeuppeuppeu]

kim seokjin, mahal ko, will be enlisting in the army soon, to serve the country as a dedicated citizen, and the other members will follow suit in the next months. i am beyond proud of all of you. and i will see you again as a complete group in 2025. until then, i will keep loving all of you and wait for you to come back.

why am i already so dramatic when seokjin's to release his solo single pa. hahaha we have two more weeks with him.

[odinsblog]

Studying at Tehran University in 1977: While many women were already in higher education at the time of the revolution, the subsequent years saw a marked increase in the number attending university. This was in part because the authorities managed to convince conservative families living in rural areas to allow their daughters to study away from home.

"They tried to stop women from attending university, but there was such a backlash they had to allow them to return," says Baroness Haleh Afshar, a professor of women's studies at the University of York who grew up in Iran in the 1960s.

"Some educated people left Iran, and the authorities realised in order to run the country they needed to educate both men and women."

Window shopping in Tehran in 1976: Before the revolution, the hijab was already widely worn but many women also chose to don Western-style clothes, including tight-fitting jeans, miniskirts and short-sleeved tops. "The shoes haven't changed - and the passion for shoes is in all of us! Women in Iran are no different from women the world over, and going shopping is just a means for women to get away from every day stress," says Prof Afshar.

Friday picnic in Tehran in 1976: Families and friends tend to get together on Fridays, which are weekend days in Iran. "Picnics are an important part of Iranian culture and are very popular amongst the middle classes. This has not changed since the revolution. The difference is, nowadays, men and women sitting together are much more self-aware and show more restraint in their interactions," says Prof Afshar.

Hair salon in Tehran in 1977: "This is a scene you would no longer expect to see in Iran - but even after the Islamic Revolution, hairdressers continued to exist," says Prof Afshar. "Nowadays you wouldn't see a man inside the hairdressers - and women would know to cover up their hair as soon as they walked out the door. Some people may also operate secret salons in their own homes where men and women can mix."

Bodyguards surround the shah in 1971: A young woman approaches Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi (far right) at a huge party marking the 2,500th anniversary of the Persian monarchy - the extravagance of the event was widely condemned by his left-wing and clerical opponents. "By this time, the shah was already very much disliked and some believe this image of excess and indulgence may have contributed to events leading up to the revolution eight years later," Prof Afshar explains.

Walking down a snowy street in Tehran in 1976: "You cannot stop women walking in the streets of Iran, but you wouldn't see this today - her earrings and make up so clearly on show," Prof Afshar says. "There is this concept of 'decency' in Iran - so nowadays women walking in the streets are likely to wear a coat down to her knees and a scarf."

Women rally against the hijab in 1979: Soon after taking power, Iran's new Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini decreed that all women had to wear the veil - regardless of religion or nationality. On 8 March - International Women's Day - thousands of women from all walks of life turned out to protest against the law.

Walking in Tehran in 2005: Not all women in Iran opt to wear the black chador, a cloak that covers the body from head to toe and only leaves the face exposed. Many prefer to wear loosely fitted headscarves and coats. "The real question is how far back do you push your scarf? Women have their own small acts of resistance and often try as far as possible to push their scarves back," says Prof Afshar.

Watching football from a Tehran shopping centre in 2008: Though women were never officially banned from watching men's football matches in Iran, they are often refused entry to stadiums and some of those who have tried have been detained. Before the revolution, women were allowed to attend sporting events.

SEPTEMBER 2022: Protests, after the Morality Police beat, arrested and then murdered Mahsa Amini — for the “crime” of improperly wearing her hijab (source) (source)

[bisexualrapline]

some of my favorite giggly namjin moments, for @rjshope​ ♡

[renku]

Shared Bliss

Soloist Choi Yunjin (Jini) x Male Reader

[Part 1?]

A/N: I just feel releasing this short fic for some reason. Maybe it’s my impatient ass or something. Anyway, I truly enjoyed writing this one so I hope you enjoy it too. Let me know if you’re up for a 2nd part. Ideas are also welcome to my inbox! Good day to all!

To define the relationship you share with Jini is difficult, but to be bothered by such trivial things is a waste of time. People are going to think what they want at the end anyway.

Both of you possess the same traits; carefree, live-in-the-moment type of people, cherish, and spend the youth before it’s gone. No commitments. Feel the joy of life outside responsibilities and duties. Time waits for no man at all.

It started in the old fashion way—kicked off as high school peers that escalated until college. Ironic as it is sounds, met at the same company and now coworkers in the present. Same department, just different sections and ahead of her for a year. Taking into account Jini’s exaggerated storytelling (at least from your point of view) on why she left her previous job: the weight of just being there was unbearable. She said that she’d rather work as a waitress at a pub or something.

Sharing various moments with each other, there’s this bond and connection that felt exclusive and genuine. A safe space—comfort and no judgement. Romance? It doesn't cross your mind a bit and not would even dare to step into that unfamiliar realm.

Here’s the thing: random chances often come by to bring good things, chaos, or something in between the two. In your case, Lady Luck bestowed upon you the last one.

It was one Friday night—her occasional invites for dinner or plain drinking session are something you’ve become accustomed to. A fifteen-minute ride is all it takes. Not bad, better to spend the rest of the night outside than get bored alone.

“Still gets me,” you thought, looking at the front of her house. The amount of detail and work she put are remarkable. After a few steps, you pressed the doorbell.

“Oh, hey loser. Thought you wouldn’t come,” she said, “Just a sec. I’m coming.”

She did not even bother to ask who’s on the other side, like she don’t have any visitor besides you. After waiting for a few seconds, the door opened, and there she is—Jini in her off-shoulder dress with rose imprint.

Stunning... Captivating... Tempting.

Three words to describe the sight right before you, in flesh.

Her dress did its job flaunting her figure. Her presence that exude an intimidating aura—fierce, attitude, and boldness. One fierece look and she can make anyone kneel in a matter of seconds.

“Hey, loser. Hey!”

“What?” you replied, still in shock.

“You zoned out, are you okay?” Jini asked, you just shook your head a bit.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, yeah... Hundred percent.”

“Come in then, it’s freezing out here.”

Few common dishes and cans of beer were already placed on the table in the living room. “Not much, but that's a free meal. Besides, I’m not a bad cook,” she winked.

“Full of yourself sometimes, aren’t you?”

“I think the word ‘confident’ is what you’re looking for, mister.”

“Fine, fine... Let’s just eat,” you said, before sitting and opening a can of beer.

“Hah! I won!”

Throughout the meal, different topics fueled the flow of conversation. Some of them were about work, things in the past, gossips, funny, sad, and anything that comes into mind until all that's left on the table were the beers.

“A question,” said Jini, bringing seat closer so she can lean forward towards you across the table.

“Be my guest.”

“Did you ever think about having sex with me?”

Making a surprised reaction would not change the situation so you just answered her in a straightforward manner. “Yes, and if I'm being honest, I can’t stop thinking about it the moment I stepped inside this house. You’re so fucking hot in that dress.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol, or just courage that came out of nowhere but you still said it, and who gives a shit anymore?

Jini finished her remaining beer looking at you. She stood up, walked slowly and sat down on your lap.

“Is that true?” her focus shifted on your lips.

“Yes.”

A split second was it all took. She kissed you, and you responded accordingly bringing it to a make out session. Sloppy, wet, and warm. Jini pulled your head closer as her tongue joins the action and so are yours. It wasn’t a fight for dominance, but rather an exchange of intentions; something beyond words and better expressed through actions.

None of you can’t stop as your hand began an exploration of its own—the smoothness of the silk dress gave the impression of touching her bare skin.

Jini broke free; hazy, lust-filled eyes remained in contact with yours.

“Dress.”

“Not so fast, pervert. My house, my rules.”

“Playing tough?” you asked, raising both brows. “I’m born tough, loser. Now take that shirt off.”

“Okay, I’ll play along.”

You took your shirt off swiftly in one motion, revealing a body built for years. Astounded, it occured to her that this is the first time she saw you shirtless. Keeping the composure she displayed moments ago is crumbling.

“Happy?”

“Oh, shut up.”

She initiated the kiss again—on your neck going downwards, taking her time to taste your upper torso sending sending you into a frenzied state. Her tounge plays one of your nipples, while her finger does the other by means of making these circular motions, teasing you.

“Fuck.”

Jini’s dirty assault continues and not a word has had left her lips since. She’s acting like a predator aiming to completely devour her prey whole with no intention to stop until she’s satisfied.

“Let’s see what you pack down here,” she said, before pulling in one go your pants and underwear. Jini’s subtle gasp was still noticeable after seeing your cock.

“Well?”

“N- not b- bad...”

“Touch it.”

“Wh- what?”

“You heard me. Just do it.”

It was already erect, and Jini didn’t even hesitate to wrap her fingers around it—contact sent an electrifying feeling as she executed few, careful slow strokes. Unbelievable. It totally feels like the first time. Her jerking you off was overwhelming that precum is already leaking from the tip.

“Oh- oh, shit... That’s good!” you exclaimed, grip tightened on the arm rest of the chair. You don’t want to cum and if you’ll do so, it’s better to land it somewhere more interesting. Grabbing her arm lightly to halt her actions, caressing her face.

“Why?” Jini asked, her face blushed.

You just stared at her eyes, before brushing your thumb on her pinkish lips. She gets the hint and she knew it was going to happen anyway, sooner or later. She nodded as a ‘yes’.

Jini seemed to hold back a bit but she opened her mouth anyway, sticks her tongue out as she starts to lick one of your balls. Fucking hell. She attempted to put one in her mouth, drenched from her saliva. Jini gives a slow, long lick from the base of your dick going to its tip, tasting that precum still flowing. She takes time to know your proud member.

“Ahhh~ fuck, so good! Keep going!”

Hearing words of affirmation encouraged her even more as Jini started to give attention to your head. Putting it just inside her mouth made wonders—her tongue swirls around it and the sensation is driving you crazy. Unknowingly placed a hand on her head for support from the pleasure that travels around your body, trying not to get consumed by her actions.

Jini starts to take more by pushing herself with her tongue tracing the underside of your cock until she reache the limit—tip reached the back of her throat. Her gag reflex is evident as she holds on for a few seconds before releasing your cock with a pop. Jini catches her breath for a moment, still maintaining eye contact after what she just did.

You stood up while Jini is basically on her knees. No words were spoken at the heat of the moment.

You just position your cock right away in front of her mouth, slowly pushing the tip to enter once again and Jini willingly accepts.

Moving your hips backwards slowly until the glans remained inside, one thrust forward and from there the pace started to build up as you just basically facefuck Jini. Subtle, suggestive moans from her were signs she's enjoying it.

Lasting this long was quite a surprise as the inevitable first release of the night started to build up fast. Primal instinct took over you—faster thrusts, lewd and squelching sounds, moans of pleasure from both of you get louder and you knew holding back was impossible.

“Ji- Jini... fuck... I’m about to cum!”

One final thrust as spurts and ropes of cum went straight down to her throat, and Jini just swallowed everything. Some were escaping the sides of her lips. The high feeling of orgasm disappeared and you went back to your senses pulling out your cock.

“Yum.”

Jini catched her breath after what you just did. It took her a few minutes before returning to a more relaxed state.

She looked even more sexy; scooping the remaining cum using her finger, putting it back into her mouth.

One word and you knew the night is far from over.

“Should we head to my room? You can still fill me somewhere else, right?”

“Oh, you bet.”

[somenights]

JINI ♡ C'mon (feat. Aminè) / 2023

[coldfanbou]

A Cold Treat

Day 6, It's Day 6! Today's fic is some foodplay with Jini. Let's see if she can play it cool.

Length 2K

Jini x Mreader

You wiped down the counter, nervous about your upcoming date. You had matched with Jini on an app but were still worried about the date being in your place of work. Luckily for you, no one else was around, but you still felt it would be difficult to make a good impression. You also had a problem: you didn’t tell your boss and could get fired. Jini insisted, though, and her looks made her hard to resist, so you agreed in the end. 

You work through your shift and close the store, waiting for Jini. You check the clock and take note of when she said she would arrive. It wouldn’t be too much longer now. You clean the counter for what must be the millionth time, worried that she may not come. At this point, the place was absolutely spotless, and there was no point in you cleaning at all, but you felt that you had to keep yourself busy. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door, and you see her. Jini waves from the other side; she wears a beautiful short dress with a rose design. Her lovely, smooth legs and shoulders are in full view, and the top looks like it’s struggling to hold up against her breasts. You quickly walk over to the door and let her in. “Um, Hi Jini. It’s nice to meet you.” You say, giving her a slight bow. 

Jini raises her hand and covers her chest before bowing to you. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” She looks around the ice cream shop, taking it all in. You immediately wanted to ask why she would want to have a date here of all places, but stop yourself. “You look nice in your uniform; it's…cute,” Jini says as she plays with your bowtie. Your uniform consisted of a red bowtie, white button-up shirt, and black pants, which could hardly be called cute. Still, though, it made you feel good. 

“You look good in your dress. Beautiful.” You reply, thinking it wouldn’t be fair not to return the compliment. Jini beams a smile at you and steps closer. 

“Would you mind showing me how you do your job?” That wasn’t a question you expected, but you immediately went along with it. “Uh, sure, I can do that.” You go behind the counter with Jini, thinking to yourself that this is by far the weirdest date you’ve been on. You grab a scoop and ask Jini to choose a flavor and whether she wants a cone or a cup. She says cup and finds one, holding onto it while you scoop out her desired flavor. You plant the scoop of ice cream into her cup, and Jini asks for another. You give it to her, but when you place it onto the other, Jini suddenly shifts her hands, and the ice cream flies off, smacking her chest and ruining her dress. 

“Ah, that’s cold!” Jini yells with a smile plastered on her face. Without thinking, you grab a few napkins and try to help her. What ends up happening is you groping her breast without realizing it. Jini closes her eyes and moans, enjoying the feeling of your hand cupping her breast. It’s only when she softly moans that you notice and stop. Jini opens her eyes slowly, “You stop.” 

“I- Of course, I didn’t mean to touch you like that.” There’s a sparkle in Jini’s eye, and you watch as she takes the other scoop and rubs it across her chest. Her body shudders as the cold ice cream makes contact. 

“I think I need more help getting cleaned up.” You struggle to resist her charm; that much becomes evident to her soon enough, too, as she spots your growing bulge. “I think I should take this off before it gets any dirtier. You don’t mind, right? It’s just us, after all.” You don’t have time to respond. Jini pulls down her dress right after finishing her sentence. She’s left in only a pair of lacy red panties as she steps out of her dress. Jini tilts her head to the side, “I’m getting cold. Could you use something other than napkins to help me get cleaned up?” She steps closer to you and raises one leg against your side. You take the hint and lift her up by her legs; your hands feel like they're melting into her soft flesh. Jini wraps her legs around your waist and her arms behind your neck. She pushes her chest out and shakes her head, making sure all her hair is out of the way. You hesitantly lean in and lick at the ice cream across her chest, aiming for the spots where it’s running down her body. Jini coos, “Ah, right there. Right there.” She moans. She moves her chest, trying to get you to target specific areas. Some melted ice cream runs over the top of her nipple, making it grow hard. Jini shivers in your arms as you place your mouth over the top and swirl your tongue around it. You drag your tongue along her smooth skin, cleaning her well. Once you’re done, Jini says, “I think I need to repay you, and I know just how. I can feel your cock rubbing against me.” 

With a smirk, she dismounts you and kneels on the floor; she undoes your zipper and fishes your cock out of your pants. Once free, she slaps her face with it a few times, laughing as she does. “Have any of your other dates done this for you on the first night?” When you respond no, Jini laughs. “That’s a shame. I’ll make sure to make this special.” Jini points your cock to the ceiling and drags her tongue along the underside of your cock. You groan from the pleasure. She gives it another lick before taking just the head in her mouth. Jini runs her tongue from top to bottom, moving up and down slowly while meeting your gaze. With her other hand, she cups your balls, giving them soft squeezes as she takes more of your cock in her mouth and starts to bob her head. As she takes more of your cock in, she tilts her head and moves her tongue, all while moaning. You’re forced to lean against the counter as Jini continues her blowjob. You place your hand on top of her head, still letting her work at her own pace. Jini stops for a moment; she slowly takes you out of her mouth, leaving your cock with a kiss. “I told you I would make this something special. I hope you’re ready.” 

When she takes you back in her mouth, you feel a coldness surround your cock, and as you look down, you see small bits of ice cream around the corners of her mouth. The sensation is odd for sure but still pleasurable as you feel her tongue push through the soft ice cream and around your cock. She bobs her head making sure you can feel the coldness all around your cock. It makes a shiver go down your spine, but Jini continues without a care. Looking at her, you see her devious smile. “Are you enjoying yourself?” She says with your cock still in her mouth. You could barely make out the words. You feel yourself getting closer to an orgasm as Jini continues. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, and as she bobs her head, you feel your cock start hitting the back of her throat. 

“Jini, I’m going to cum.” Hearing that, Jini presses herself to your pelvis and shakes her head; it was her way of telling you to cum in her mouth. Unable to hold on any longer, you put your hands around the back of her head and hold her against your crotch as you pump your cum down her throat. Jini drinks it all with ease. As you let go, you take a good look at her face; a mixture of saliva, cum, and ice cream runs down her chin and onto her chest. She licks her lips and wipes away the mixture with her arm.

“Mmm, that was so good,” She moans. “But I want some more.” Jini gets to her feet and leans over the counter, putting her right above the ice cream. “Can you feed me?” She says while shaking her ass for you. You get hard again, watching her ass jiggle in front of you. You put your hands around her ass, moving them around her lower body. Moving her panties to the side, you slowly push your cock inside, filling Jini. You shift your hands onto her waist and start thrusting. Jini feels tight around your cock, and her warm cunt does some work, making you feel warm again. As you thrust into Jini, you push her upper body down into the tubs of ice cream; her breasts press against the sweet treats. Her nipples get stiff from the cold again; she shakes her breast into the cold mixture, covering more of them in the dessert. You bring together Jini’s hair and yank on it with some strength, just enough to force her head up. Her moans grow louder as you put more power into your thrusts. You’re pushing more of your cock inside Jini; her cunt squeezes you tightly, making you want more. Jini’s body begins to bounce forward; her nipples drag along the top of the ice cream. 

“Harder, I want more.” Jini moans loudly. You give her what she wants, putting more strength into your thrusts. You push her upper body into the tubs of ice cream, and it begins to stick to her skin. With your other hand, you spread it around her body, going up to her neck and down to her cunt. Your fingers grow cold, and you start playing with her clit when they do. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through Jini; you feel her get tighter around you, and she moans about how she’s going to cum. You don’t let up, continuing to play with her clit with your cold hands. When you feel them get warmer, you scoop some ice cream with your hand and spread it across Jini’s body like before. Her body is a mess, covered in ice cream, but once your hand is cold again, you go right back to her clit. Jini’s body shudders, and she screams in pleasure, “I’m cumming!” Her legs grow weak, bending inwards as her cunt clamps down on your cock. You bury your cock inside her and join her orgasm, filling her with warm cum. As you both climax, you continue to play with her clit wracking her body with more pleasure. You end up forcing another orgasm from her. Tired, you both rest over the ice cream before pulling out. Jini grabs your wrist and brings your hand to her mouth. You feel her tongue licking it clean before she does the same to the other.

“L-let’s take a seat.” She nods her head in agreement.  She takes a seat in the booth, still clad in only her panties. Still behind the counter, you look at the mess you’ve made. You decide you’ll throw away the ice cream you touched during your romp later. For now, you scoop a cup for you and Jini and walk over to her. Walking toward her, you see the melting ice cream running down her body; Jini, not bothered at all, places her hand under her panties and plays with herself as you come over. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You ask as you sit across her and place the cup before her. 

“Tonight was fun,” She starts with. “I haven’t done this before.”

“Oh really?” You respond, slightly amused at her words.

“Okay, maybe I have, but people don’t like it when I include food. You’re the first to go along with it.” Jini begins to eat the ice cream in front of her. “It was hot, wasn’t it?”

“I think you mean cold.” You reply.

“Hardy har har,” Jini replies sarcastically. “You know what I meant.” The two of you continue your conversation and enjoy each other’s company as you do the regular part of a date.

[haesite]

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[wonbini]

JINI for NUMERO NETHERLANDS (2023)