Realistic Sex With Wooyoung

realistic sex with wooyoung

wooyoung x f!reader fluff | smut | mdni a/n: woo is the next entry to this series where i try to imagine how each member would actually fuck, as ✨realistically✨ as possible. disclaimer: i say realistic but lets be honest this is pure delulu behaviour and total fiction. everything is solely based on the vibes the boys give off.

right off the bat: wooyoung is a huge flirt. you (and the whole entire universe) have always known that. i feel like to be compatible with woo you have to be aware of that. you might have to be a bit of a flirt yourself.

i feel you guys were constantly bickering and then flirting and then bickering again because that's just how the dynamic felt right for you. whether it’s bickering or flirting it’s always playful and for the latter each time one of you would take it a notch further just to see the other cave in and giggle and back away then it’s back to bickering playfully.

at some point he didn’t back away and giggle and you didn’t either and it happened. you kissed and that felt electrifying. all those pent up feelings you both started to develop for each other but both masked with humor and witty jokes and love/hate disses got out at once.

all these feelings got pour into that one fateful kiss that sealed something into you.

i feel that's how your story started. it just all flowed very naturally. both guided by just your gut feeling about each other.

once you got together together the bickering didn’t stop at all. because it’s just what you do, what you always did. except now he’s not just “stupid” he’s your “stupid bf”.

actually maybe the bickering got even worse because you both just unlocked a whole new layer of the relationship that allows you to be more secure and therefore even more annoying (lovingly). 

you’re that kind of couple that if people aren't close to you and don’t know how you function you don’t seem right for each other when in fact it couldn’t be further from the truth. because your chemistry and passive understanding of each other is unmatched. because you are both adaptive (more on that laterrrrr wink wonk blink blonk) you can read the room you know when it’s time to annoy him and when it’s time to cuddle

speaking of that cuddling/kissing/lovey dovey shit. that tile can be ANYTIME wooyoung just gets into the touchy mood UNANNOUNCED. it doesn't matter if there’s 8 billion people watching or you’re all alone. he absolutely will launch himself into your arms and demand to be babied or wrap his arms around you and squeeze the life out of you until he’s satisfied with the amount of touchy feely time he’s got with you.

he will also sneak in neck kisses and he doesn’t care if you’re ticklish or if you are just in the dorm couch and jongho and joong are there judging because they both don’t get pda. but that's because they get the urge that wooyoung feels when he craves to be near you to feel your skin and your warmth to feel your heart beating next to his. they don’t get it but he doesn’t care because you understand, you get him. 

our pda king (bend the knee)

you’re just perfect for each other

remember that bit about woo being adaptive? i think the perfect person for wooyoung has to share that trait with him and that has to apply in the bedroom because i am convinced this man is a rare specimen of a perfect 50/50 switch.

okay like you know everyone is always like “woo #1 babygirl” and i can't agree more he is the ultimate but hear me out

sure woo is a brat everyone can agree with that but have you seen how the members respect him? he makes it very clear to them that sometimes it’s okay to pull his leg and sometimes it’s not. sometimes i feel they're low-key scared of him. have you seen the look he gives when he's mad? that screams dom to me (argue with the wall)

one time he’d be all whiny and literally beg on his knees for you to have your way with him. flashing you the pleading puppy eyes being all like “please y/n. pleasepleaseplease touch me. i-i can’t take it anymore” while he produces the most delectable fingerlicking good pathetic little moans and ruts his hips against your thigh in the dead of the night because little baby got a excited by an extra realistic dream. of course you cave in immediately but he doesn’t need to know that so you tease just a little (or a lot) before giving him what he wants. “aww baby? what do you want?” you say running your nails up his bare thighs, making him shiver. before you finally grab a hold of his hard and dripping cock. and then it’s all broken thank you’s and high pitched moans until he shakes and cums all over your hand.

other times he’s the one in control. and he does it oh so well. getting you really needy without even touching you. cause i think wooyoung as a way with words when it comes to foreplay. if you’re both having a lazy morning in bed it would only take minutes for him to lean over you and whisper all kinds of dirty things in your ear until you feel yourself getting sticky between the thighs and you can't help squirming to find some friction.

i think he absolutely loves seeing you like this he loves the power he has over you when you allow him 

when you’re too far gone and your eyes are half lidded and your mind has slipped into another layer of your consciousness he would ask you “baby~ why are you squirming like this?” and he would be so happy to only hear desperate whimpers as replies. “you want me to touch you?” queue the evil smirk™. you know the one! that one smirk only the jung wooyoung can pull. just picture him! over you, soft lips stretched into a sly little smirk, displaying his shiny teeth, the mischievous and satisfied glint in his fox-like eyes????? ughhhhh. typical wooyoung!! so on brand!!!!!

one other thing that’s typical wooyoung behaviour is being loud af and that doesn't stop when he steps in the bedroom. woo is vocal with anything dirty talk and moans. he will fucking surround dolby 7.1 sound those moans and grunts and pants right in your ear and tell you everytime he’s about to stuff you full of cum for your enjoyment. 

but one thing is certain whether he’s subbing or domming that boy likes it ROUGH. he likes to be put back in his place as much as he likes to put you back in yours (we love a couple of switches that found each other <3).

woo is probably one of the freakiest of the group. along with hwa and joong. but when hwa’s freakiness is mainly brought out by your own. he will be more or less freaky depending on you because he’s a pleaser he wants you to feel good. joong and woo, on the other hand are consistently freaky.

i think woo is low-key a sadist. he loves pain play. i feel he enjoys impact play especially if their’s visible marks that are left there to testify of what he did to you/you did to him. he loves to know you belong to each other and he would look with adoration at his bruised knees (stayed there for hours to worship you) the next day.

but that’s not it! i think woo’s kink of predilection is ✨degradation✨ (no one is surprised he literally admitted it himself) that's the big one for him and i feel for you too (yeah ik you). well it’s got to be. because if you guys became a thing because you were non stop roasting each other that shit would only hide something latent underneath all this bickering. and that ladies and gents is a degradation kink (i dont make the rules).

that being said i think at the beginning of the relationship wooyoung was a little unsure about it. he knew he liked it but he didn’t initiate it and he could have creamed his pants the first time you slipped a little derogatory comment to test the waters yourself. i imagine it at a house party (maybe a mutual’s friends apartment) a little after you both made it official. there’s music you’re both dancing and you slip your hand in his hair and you give it a sharp pull it with that he let out a moan right into your ear that was fortunately covered by the music but you heard him clear as day and right after you felt the consequences of your actions pressed hard against your stomach. you instinctively push your body even closer to wooyoung and you smirk up at him when his cheeks flush pink. “you got hard in the middle of this crowd just because i pulled on your hair a little?” you leaned in to whisper in his ear “that’s disgusting”. the magic words! you felt him twitch against your stomach and his hot breath quickened as it fanned your ear. “fuck” he cursed under his breath trying so hard not to give in to his primal instincts and just dry hump you right then and there. “please say that again” you heard him beg in your ear before exhaling a big shaky sigh of need. “you’re a disgusting little pervert” and 0.000002 secs later he was hushering you in the guest bathroom and to fuck your brains inside you out.

after that you unlocked a new stage in your relationship. you could get a little mean (aka very mean he likes it when you’re very mean) and he could be himself fully. making you beg on your knees for his cock. calling you his little slut, his cum hungry whore, his perfect little cocksleeve. and it was all said lovingly and it felt right for the both of you

happy freaky little couple ugh so cute im gonna barf

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The Make-Up Artist - Chapter One

Pairing : Hoseok x afab! reader

Summary : Y/N finds herself thrust into the role of Hoseok's makeup artist, a position she never dreamed of having. As she navigates the challenges of working with a BTS member, she discovers a side of him that's completely opposite to his cheerful public persona. Can she overcome their initial animosity and find common ground, or will their relationship be doomed from the start?

**Disclaimer: All characters in this story are completely fictional, and do not represent the real personalities of any of the BTS members.

Hoseok was irritated, it wasn't anyone's fault, but it didn't stop him feeling this way.

The news of Haru, his long-standing makeup artist, leaving to embark on a new chapter as a parent should have brought him joy, but instead, it left him with a bitter taste.

Haru had been his faithful make-up artist for years, perfecting his look with expertise. But now, he would be forced to entrust his appearance to an unfamiliar face, and the prospect didn't sit well with him at all.

His features twisted into a scowl as he imagined the worst-case scenario. He could already envision a nameless, middle-aged individual, devoid of humour, stepping into Haru's shoes, clueless about his specific skincare needs.

Casting a gaze upwards, Hoseok couldn't help but voice his desperate plea, intermixed with the strokes of Haru's skilful application of makeup.

"Can't you reconsider? Maybe bring the baby along to work?" The words spilled out, tainted with longing.

Haru, ever patient, rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle, her blossoming baby bump making her movements slightly awkward as she leaned in closer to reach him

"Oh, my Sunshine boy," she responded, affection lacing her voice as she gently patted his shoulder. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You knew this day would come," she continued, her tone now laced with playful banter. "And trust me, managing two babies at work would be too much for my body to handle." Her hand grazed her rounded belly, a tangible reminder of the life growing within her.

His lower lip protrudes slightly as he pouts, crossing his arms in defiance, which only serves to elicit more laughter from her.

"Don't fret, Hobi. I've found a stellar replacement for myself. I've worked with her on several occasions, and she's truly wonderful. You'll like her," she reassures him, a genuine smile gracing her face.

He shakes his head vehemently, his stubbornness refusing to waver. "No, I won't. She 's not you. She won't understand my skin or how to handle my makeup," he protests, sinking back into his seat with an air of discontent.

"Enough!" she playfully scolds, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "She will handle it just fine.

Now, sit still so I can work my magic. This baby is already making things difficult, and I'm not referring to the bump," she teases, a smirk dancing on her lips.

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A few days later, Hoseok finds himself venting his frustrations to Manager Sejin. "Why can't I simply use the same artist as one of my brothers?" he huffs, his irritation palpable.

Sejin responds with empathy, his voice laced with understanding. "It wouldn't be practical or efficient, Hoseok. Besides, I've personally reviewed her portfolio, and she is more than capable of meeting your needs," he assures, attempting to placate his disheartened artist.

Sejin understood how hard it was for the boys to adjust to strangers in their team, but that was life, things change, and Hoseok would have to deal with it.

Hoseok 'hmmms' in response, turning away in his seat tapping furiously on his phone. He's too busy being in a mood, that he misses you walking into the bustling dressing room, rushing to Haru's side, beaming at her.

"Y/N! There you are!! Haru greets her warmly. I'm so glad you're here, you will love it, I promise!" She grins. "This is Manager Sejin."

The man bows in greeting. "And this Hoseok, who you will be assigned to. He's my little sunshine so you need to take good care of him" she turns gesturing to the brooding man.

Hoseok, engrossed in his own world, glanced up upon hearing his name, scowling at first before doing a double take. His heart skipped a beat, and a surge of desire coursed through his body. You were not what he had expected.

As he took in your delicate, youthful features, plump lips, and the shy smile that adorned your face, accompanied by bright, bambi-like eyes, he found himself almost instantly softening. Almost, but not quite.

His gaze shifted to Haru, who smirked back at him knowingly. Meanwhile, you greeted him with a soft smile, bowing politely and looking up at him through a fan of fluttering eyelashes "Hi, nice to meet you"

He's just as handsome in person, almost ethereal you think to yourself. Hoseok regains his composure, face a cold blank stare.

He sighs loudly. "Whatever." he says voice tight, and flashes something that could be mistaken for a grimace rather than a smile. He turns back to his phone dismissing you.

Your smile falters, as you nervously glance at Haru. This is not what you were expecting, he had a reputation of being a friendly, cheerful person, he was your bias because of it. Haru's brows knitted together reflect your thoughts, clearly shocked by his behaviour.

Sejin still standing near by, frowns and clears his throat, bringing your attention to him. He plasters a smile to his face and claps his hands together.

"Right, Erm well, Haru will go through everything you and get you up to speed. I'll leave you to it then!" Throwing a quizzical glance at Hoseok with a sigh, before wandering off to find Namjoon.

Hoseok's scalp prickled with shame, fully aware of how out of line his behaviour had been. However, his pride prevented him from mustering an apology, and the weight of glances directed his way only intensified his discomfort.

With a clenched jaw, he kept his gaze fixed forward on his phone, desperately hoping that both you and Haru would leave him be. But luck was not on his side.

Haru, her patience wearing thin, approached him with determination. She swiftly reached out and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back with a roughness that elicited a surprised yelp from Hoseok. His widened eyes met Haru's stern reflection in the mirror.

She glared back at him, her grip firm as she leaned in closer, her voice a low, forceful whisper.

"Listen here, you brat. Snap out of it. Stop being a little shit," she hissed, her words laced with a mixture of frustration and concern. "Or I swear, Jung Hoseok, I will make your life a living hell by revealing all your strange little secrets to Y/N."

Hoseok's defiant glare faltered, his mouth momentarily agape. "You wouldn't dare" he says.

"Try me," she warned, her eyes carrying a menacing glint.

He blinked, processing her words, the weight of her threat sinking in. Swallowing hard, he lowered his eyes, a conflicted expression replacing his earlier stubbornness. He remained silent, a mix of shame and understanding settling over him.

Haru stood back up, a smug expression adorning her face, victorious in her attempt to jolt Hoseok out of his sour mood. She turned to you, her smile genuine and bright, ready to move forward.

"Right, let's get started. First, we'll focus on understanding Hoseok's skin type," she said, her voice filled with determination and professionalism.

This is an old story of mine that I am uploading to Tumblr, so expect a lot of posts over the next few hours

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This Jin! I swear, I’m a feral trembling mess 🥵

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Storm of Seduction

Pairing : Kim Seokjin x afab reader

Summary : Locked out of your home in the dead of night, you're left shivering on the doorstep—until your irresistibly handsome upstairs neighbour offers you shelter.

Genre : fluff, smut, unprotected sex. MDNI

“Shit,” you mutter, your voice rising as you pat down your pockets in a frenzy, flipping them inside out and shaking them as if the keys might magically appear.

Your heartbeat quickens, pounding in your ears as the sinking realisation sets in—your keys are nowhere to be found.

You spin around, your eyes darting over the dark street, scanning every shadow, every crack in the pavement, hoping for a glint of metal that would signal an end to this nightmare.

But there’s nothing—just the heavy, ominous silence of the night.

You sprint up the front steps and bang on the door, the sound echoing in the stillness of the night.

“Please be home, please be home,” you mutter, each word a prayer as you pound harder, your knuckles beginning to throb. The cold wood feels unforgiving under your fist, praying your housemate was still home.

Nothing.

You press your ear to the door, straining to catch any sign of movement inside. Silence.

She must’ve already left for her night shift. A wave of frustration rolls through you, tightening your chest. You try again, knocking softer this time, almost as if you could coax her back with gentle persistence.

Minutes pass. Your stomach sinks as the truth becomes undeniable—she’s gone.

Pulling out your phone, you glance at the time. Past midnight. You think about calling her but dismiss the idea almost immediately.

She’s barely an hour into her shift, and there’s no way she can leave. Besides, you wouldn’t want to be the reason she gets in trouble at work.

The memory of how you ended up here gnaws at you—a quick drink at the bar after work, a few laughs with colleagues, and somehow, somewhere, you managed to lose your keys. Typical.

A night that was supposed to be a brief escape from the week’s stress has now turned into a situation you can’t seem to find a way out of.

A cold drop of rain splashes onto your cheek, jolting you back to the present. You look up just as another drop lands, followed by another, and then the sky opens up, releasing a steady downpour.

“Shit,” you mutter again, this time with a resigned sigh. The rain quickly soaks through your clothes, the chill biting into your skin.

You dart around to the back of the house, hope flickering like a weak flame. Maybe the back gate is unlocked, maybe you’ll find a way in after all.

But when you reach it, the gate stands firm, locked as tightly as your front door. You push against it anyway, your breath hitching in frustration when it doesn’t budge.

The rain falls harder now, each drop hitting like tiny needles. With a defeated sigh, you slump down on the back step, your mind racing for a solution but coming up with nothing.

The thought of wandering the streets at this hour makes your stomach twist. The city feels too big, too empty, and far too dangerous right now.

So you stay. It’s your only option. Pulling your hood over your head, you tuck your hands deep into your pockets, trying to preserve what little warmth you have left.

The cold seeps through the fabric, wrapping around you like a vice. Your teeth start to chatter uncontrollably, the vibrations running through your entire body.

“Y/N?!” A voice suddenly calls out from above, startling you out of your thoughts.

You whip your head around, and there he is—your upstairs neighbour, Jin, leaning out of his window.

His expression shifts from curiosity to concern as he takes in your drenched state. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of his handsome face framed by the dim light from his apartment.

“Oh… hey, Jin,” you stammer, your breath coming out in short, visible puffs in the cold air. Embarrassment creeps up your neck, and you quickly look away, fidgeting with the soaked sleeves of your jacket.

“What are you doing sitting in the rain?!” He frowns, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“I’m locked out,” you admit, biting your lip. “Hana’s at work.”

Jin’s brow furrows deeper. “So, you’re just going to sit on the steps until morning?” His tone is incredulous, almost scolding, but there’s something else there too—genuine worry.

You give a half-hearted shrug, avoiding his eyes. “No other option.”

“Y/N!” He exclaims, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “I’ll be down in a minute.” He disappears back inside before you can protest.

You barely have time to process what just happened when you hear the creak of the door opening to his flat entrance.

Jin emerges, his presence somehow comforting in the cold, wet night. He holds out his hand, his expression softening as he looks down at you.

“Come on,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re sleeping in mine tonight.”

You hesitate, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” you ask, your voice small, unsure.

Jin smiles, a warm, reassuring curve of his lips that makes your heart flutter despite the cold.

Without waiting for your reply, he gently takes your arm and leads you inside his apartment.

The warmth hits you instantly, and you can’t help but shiver as the contrast with the biting cold outside washes over you.

Grateful beyond words, you huddle close to the radiator, feeling the warmth seep into your bones. Droplets of rain trickle down your face, mingling with the heat on your skin, as you finally start to relax.

“Wait here,” Jin says, disappearing for a moment before returning with a fluffy towel. He hands it to you, his eyes soft as they meet yours.

“Thank you,” you murmur, clutching the towel to your chest. It’s warm, like it just came out of a tumble dryer, and you can’t help but hug it close, revelling in the comfort it brings.

“Here, let’s get you dry. You’re shivering.” Jin’s voice is tender as he motions for you to take off your damp jacket.

You hesitate, but the look in his eyes is so earnest that you find yourself slipping it off. He grabs another towel and starts drying your hair, his movements gentle, almost reverent.

“Thanks, Jin, I feel so stupid. I must have lost my keys somewhere” you mumble shyly, glancing up at him through your lashes.

"It's no problem. I'd rather you be safe and dry here than on the steps outside" he says warmly.

Your eyes meet his, and you notice his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his gaze lingering on yours.

Your face flushes pink, a mix of the biting cold and something else entirely as Jin continues to dry your hair.

He pauses, his hand lingering for a moment longer than necessary, and you can’t help but notice the way his gaze softens when he looks at you.

There’s something in his eyes—something warm, something that’s always been there but never quite acknowledged.

He’s always been handsome—tall, with eyes like melted chocolate and lips that seem almost too perfect, too inviting.

You’ve been neighbours for years, ever since you and Hana moved into the apartment downstairs. You’d hang out occasionally, sharing easy conversations and stolen glances that never quite crossed the line into something more.

As you watch him, your eyes drift to his lips, and you can’t help but imagine what they might feel like against yours.

The thought makes your heart skip a beat, and you let out a soft, involuntary exhale, the fantasy lingering just a little too long.

The realization hits you like a jolt, and you snap back to reality, noticing that Jin has stopped drying your hair. He’s watching you, his eyes curious, almost as if he can sense where your thoughts have wandered.

Embarrassment floods your system, and you quickly look away, your face now burning with a heat that has nothing to do with the cold.

Jin clears his throat, the moment stretching out just long enough to feel the tension hanging between you.

“I’ll find something for you to change into,” he says abruptly, standing up and practically rushing to his bedroom, leaving you alone in the warm living room.

A few minutes later, he returns, holding a hoodie and a pair of shorts. “Sorry, it’s all I could find,” he says, a touch of nervousness in his voice. “They’ll be enough to cover you and keep you warm.”

You take them from him, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Thanks you. I really do appreciate it”

He smiles, the gentle curve of his lips sending a flutter through your chest. “Go get changed,” he says, motioning towards the bathroom. “I’ll make us some tea.”

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An hour later, you find yourself tucked up in Jin’s bed, wrapped in the warmth of his soft sheets. He’s a few feet away, in his expansive studio apartment stretched out on the couch, ever the gentleman, insisting that you take the bed.

As the room settles into a peaceful quiet, he lies there in the dark, listening to the sound of your soft, steady breathing as you drift off to sleep.

But sleep doesn’t come as easily for him. The thought of you lying in his bed, wearing his clothes, sends his blood rushing hot through his veins.

He swallows hard, trying to push away the thoughts that come unbidden—the way you looked at him earlier, the shy gratitude in your eyes, the closeness he felt when you let him dry your hair. It all lingers in his mind, keeping him wide awake.

He turns his head slightly, glancing at your silhouette in the dim light, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest. With a sigh, he forces himself to close his eyes, hoping sleep will claim him soon.

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Your eyes flash open, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat as you sit up violently.

Your heart pounds erratically, the rapid thud echoing in your ears as you struggle to calm down. Something had startled you awake, but in the disorienting darkness, you can’t quite place what it was.

Your breaths come in shaky bursts, your hand instinctively clutching at your chest as if to steady your wild heartbeat.

The room is still except for the distant rumble that rolls through the night, growing louder with each passing second. Then, a deafening clap of thunder booms, shaking the walls and making you jump. A string of curses slips from your lips as fear tightens its grip on you.

Lightning flashes outside, harsh and bright, cutting through the darkness and making you squint. It’s then that you hear a rustling from the couch. You turn your head, eyes locking onto Jin’s worried gaze.

He’s wide awake now, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow as he quickly moves from beneath his blanket and crouches beside the bed.

“Y/N, are you okay?” His voice is low, soothing, full of genuine care. “Does the thunder scare you?”

Embarrassment flushes through you as you lower your head, letting your hair fall over your face to hide your expression. You nod slightly, flinching as another boom echoes through the room.

“It’s silly, I know,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “But the noise scares me so much. I’m always afraid something bad will happen.”

“It’s not silly,” he reassures you, his voice soft and steady. “You’re okay. I’m here.” His hand finds your shoulder, and he begins to stroke it gently, his touch a calming presence amidst the storm raging outside. The thunder cracks again, louder this time, and your body tenses.

“Can you stay here with me?” you ask, your voice small and uncertain, as you lift the covers, inviting him in.

The vulnerability in your request tugs at his heart, and for a moment, he’s silent, watching your trembling form.

“Of course,” he replies softly, the decision easy, instinctive. He wants nothing more than to be by your side, to make you feel safe.

You scoot over, making space for him as he climbs under the covers. “Thank you,” you whisper, your voice filled with a mix of relief and gratitude.

He chuckles lightly, the sound warm and comforting. “How many times are you going to thank me tonight?” he teases gently, pulling you closer to him.

He lays your head on his chest, his hand covering your other ear to muffle the sound of the storm.

Your fingers clutch at his shirt, holding on tightly as your body shakes with the remnants of adrenaline coursing through you.

You focus on the rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. Inhaling deeply, you try to calm yourself, exhaling slowly.

Jin’s hand moves slowly, tenderly weaving through your hair as his fingers begin to massage your scalp in soothing circles. He’s careful, gentle, hoping to bring you some comfort.

He’d seen something like this online once, a technique meant to help someone relax, and he silently prays it’ll work for you now.

As his fingers continue their careful ministrations, a warm tingling sensation spreads across your scalp, traveling down your neck and through your body.

It feels so good, so unexpectedly comforting, that your lips part in response, and you focus entirely on the soothing rhythm of his touch.

Then, without warning, a soft, pleasurable moan escapes your mouth, surprising you as much as it does him.

Your eyes widen in shock, and you quickly bring your hand up to cover your mouth, mortified by the sound that had slipped out.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you feel your pulse quicken, embarrassment flaring bright and hot.

Jin freezes for a moment, unsure of how to react. The room is quiet except for the steady patter of rain outside, the thunder now distant and softened.

His mind races, trying to figure out if it was just a contented sigh or something more. But the way you suddenly clammed up, your face hidden behind your hand, makes him think it might have been the latter.

Yet, as his fingers resume their soothing movements, the embarrassment starts to fade, replaced by the calming warmth of his touch.

You bite your lip, a soft whimper escaping before you can stop it.

Jin’s breath hitches, and he whispers, “Does that feel good?” His voice is hushed, almost reverent, as if he’s afraid to break the spell that has woven itself around the two of you.

You nod, the movement small, almost imperceptible. But he feels it. He always feels the subtle shifts in you, attuned to every nuance of your presence.

He hunkers down further under the covers, his lips brushing against your temple, his breath warm as it fans across your skin.

You nestle closer to him, your body instinctively seeking out the comfort and security his presence offers.

But as you press against him, you become acutely aware of the way your soft breasts push against his solid chest, the way his warmth seems to seep into you, igniting something deep within.

Your core begins to pulsate with a need you’ve tried to ignore, but the closeness, the intimacy of the moment, makes it impossible to push the thoughts away.

Your mind starts to wander, imagining what else Jin could do with those big, capable hands of his—how they might feel on your skin, exploring every inch of you.

Without fully realizing it, you shift your body, your leg gently draping over his.

Jin’s hand slides down your back in soothing circles, but the touch only serves to heighten your awareness of him, of how close he is, of how easy it would be to close the distance between you.

His hand lingers on your lower back, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles, and you can’t help but wonder if he feels it too—the pull, the longing that has always been there, just waiting for a moment like this.

You arch into him, your body reacting to his touch. Every nerve in your body is alert. "Y/N...." he murmurs.

His lips rest against your temple, and you can feel his breath, steady yet heavy, as if he’s holding back.

You lift your gaze slowly, your eyes meeting his in the soft, golden glow of the street lamp filtering through the window. The moment hangs suspended in time, charged with a quiet intensity. The air between you thickens, heavy with unspoken words and emotions neither of you has yet dared to voice.

A shaky breath escapes his lips, the sound almost imperceptible but filled with anticipation. His eyes hold yours, dark and intense, as if searching for some sign of what you’re about to do.

Your pulse races in your neck, a wild rhythm that seems to echo in the charged silence. You glance at his lips, barely inches from your own, then back up to his eyes, which are now shadowed with a desire that matches your own.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you lean in, the world narrowing down to the space between your mouths.

The moment feels both impossibly slow and achingly urgent, as if every second stretches into infinity. And then, unable to hold back any longer, you press your lips to his.

The contact is electric, a jolt that sends warmth flooding through your veins. You moan softly into the kiss, and he responds immediately, his lips moving against yours with a need that mirrors your own.

The kiss deepens, growing more fervent, more desperate. The world outside fades away, replaced by the sound of your heavy breathing and the feeling of his hands sliding beneath the hem of your t-shirt.

His touch is warm and insistent as he grips your hips, pulling you closer, guiding you to straddle him. His hardened length digging into to your clothed core makes you gasp. He feels so big and impossibly hard.

A warm hand fists your hair as you both kiss in a passionate frenzy. Grinding your hips into him, you can feel yourself getting wetter, the material of your panties becoming slippery.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his breath warm against your mouth. The words are so soft, so intimate, they almost feel like a secret shared between just the two of you.

You blink, momentarily stunned by his sudden closeness, and then a playful smile tugs at your lips. “Are you talking to yourself, Jin?” you tease, trying to keep the moment light even as your heart races.

Growling he pulls you down harder on to his erection. Pulling the hoody you're wearing, to the side, he trails kisses down your neck and shoulder making you whimper with need.

Reaching for the hem, he pulls it up over your head, your soft breasts spill out. Jin looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes.

"Fuck....Y/N" he groans, his big hands cup them, bringing his mouth to a nipple. He sucks firmly, making you gasp from the intensity.

Continuing to tease you, he traces his tongue in circles, licking and sucking your perky bud, until you're squirming on top of him.

Letting your nipple pop out of his mouth. Sitting up, he grips his top and pulls it over his head in one fluid, effortless motion.

The fabric falls to the floor, and suddenly, you’re faced with the sight of him—broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, every muscle carved with precision as if he’d been sculpted by the gods themselves.

Your hands trail over his soft warm skin, gently scratching your nails down his chest. Leading down to the trail of hair leading from his bellybutton. He inhales deeply, blood flowing even more to his hardened cock, straining against his sweatpants.

Your hand slips inside his waistband, teasing him, until you grip his erection. You swallow softly at how big he feels, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him filling you up with it.

Taking his cock fully in your hand, you pull it out of the fabric constraints. Your delicate fingers wrap around his thick girth, your thumb sliding through a bead of pre-cum, spreading it around the tip.

His head falls back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, lips parting as he draws in a shaky breath. The tension in his body shifts, melting into something deeper, something raw.

Your hand slowly glides up and down as you got a sense of what Jin was reacting to. His fingers grip the sheets beneath him, knuckles turning white, like he’s trying to hold onto the last threads of control.

Picking up the pace, you grip him tighter, opening your mouth to gather some saliva, you spit on his cock lubricating it.

He groans deeply at the change in sensation, your hand gliding around with ease. "Y/N" he half whispers, biting his bottom lip.

His breathing quickens, the rise and fall of his chest becoming more rapid, the pleasure building in him, heat radiating off his skin.

Jin’s hand shoots out, grabbing yours. His grip is firm but not harsh, groaning "Slow down baby" His voice is low and strained "I want to last a bit longer, let me pleasure you. " he pleads, pushing you gently from him.

You grin, a mischievous glint in your eyes, and slowly nod. Without breaking eye contact, you shuffle forward until you are hovering just over him. His gaze locks with yours, deep and dark, as he watches you slowly slide your panties down.

Jin's eyes trace over every inch of you. His mouth beginning to almost water when his eyes land on the smooth mound before him. The raw hunger in his gaze is unmistakable.

In one swift motion, Jin’s hands grip your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you toward him. The sudden strength in his touch sends a shock of anticipation through you, and before you can catch your breath, he flips you over onto your back, pinning you beneath him.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him dipping his head between your legs. Trailing open mouth kisses on your inner thighs, leading to your now soaking pussy, before very lightly and gently licking your clit.

Jin pauses, lifting his head to smirking at you, his warm hands spread your legs wider, his tongue circles over your sensitive bud. You let out a soft moan,.

With one slow long lick, he drags his tongue from the base of your entrance to top. "Mmm you taste like heaven" he groans, before going down on you again.

Your mind short-circuits, everything around you blurring as a wave of pleasure floods your senses, leaving you unable to think straight.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch up with the overwhelming sensations taking over. He dives his tongue in deeper into your throbbing hole, your eyes flutter shut as you whimper.

"Yes! Right there..." you breathe out "...just like that."

He continues, listening to the for the tell tale signs that you're about to cum. He knows the exact moment, when you grab a fistful of his hair, holding his head in place as you rutting against his mouth.

"Ji..Jin, I'm..gonna come!" you stutter. He groans against you, not stopping his ministrations.

Like a tight coil, the pleasure builds, until body trembling, you reach your climax, small breathy moans tumble from your mouth.

Jin helps you ride it out, lapping up your release eagerly, only releasing his mouth when you whimper from the oversensitivity. His face glistening with your juices.

"Need to be inside you, now" he says, voice dripping with raw desire. Sitting back on the bad he tugs off his sweatpants.

He motions for you straddle him, to which you eagerly do, a thigh on each side of his hip, he cups your face kissing you deeply.

Gripping his cock, he slides it through your folds, your juices making it nice and wet for him.

Eyebrows pinched together, he focuses on slowly pushing inside you, his dark gaze watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

He spreads his legs wider, at the same time pushing you further down on to his cock, stretching you out.

The burn that occurs is swiftly taken over by intense pleasure as he bottoms out, your forehead rests against his as you both gasp.

"I've wanted to do this for so long" he confesses.

"Me too." you whimper, as you feel him slowly pull out of you, and then gently thrusting back in, you hiss a little, it's a little uncomfortable, you're not used to have a cock as big as his.

"Relax for me baby" he coos, one hand soothing your back, as the other trails down your body, to your clit. His thumb slowly rubs in circles helping you to open up a little to his thickness.

He slowly fucks you, whispering words of praise in your ear. "You're taking my cock so well, you look so beautiful like this"

Wetness gushes out of you as he starts to pick up the pace, one hand digging into your hip holding you in place, the other hand still between your legs, his thumb rubbing fast, frantic circles.

Manoeuvring himself, he plants his feet flat firmly on the bed, fucking up into you at an intense speed. 

A light sheen of sweat coating his body, his mouth hangs slightly open, each puff of air escaping in soft, uneven grunts, the slapping of skin against skin reverberates around the room.

You can feel stirrings of an orgasm fast approaching again,, your hands clinging to his forearms to keep you upright as you bounce on his cock. "Jin....fuck....I'm going to cum" you cry out.

You lift your eyes to his, drawn in by the intensity of his gaze. His black orbs seem to hold you captive, pulling you in deeper.

There’s something almost feral in the darkness of his stare, and it feels like the world narrows until it’s just the two of you, as he ferociously fucks you.

 "Oh...!" you gasp, your walls fluttering around him, as you hit your peak.

"Fuck" he growls, watching you come undone, the sounds of your moans like a beautiful symphony. Gritting his teeth, he helps you ride out your orgasm, getting closer to his own climax.

Tensing up and with one final hard thrust, he quickly pulls out releasing his cum spurting all over your thighs, head thrown back against the pillows grunting loudly as he milks his cock until empty.

He finally stops, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths as he tries to steady himself. A chuckle slips out, low and breathless, as a wide grin spreads across his face. "Wow" he says, his large fingers tracing shapes long the soft skin of your back.

Leaning forward, you capture his plump lips giving him a deep kiss. "Wow indeed" you agree.

Jin glances out the window, his eyes softening as he watches the raindrops slow to a stop. "I think the storm has stopped," he says, turning back to you with a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Without a word, he leans in, cupping your face in his hands, and presses a loving kiss to your lips.

Never getting over this pic 🔥

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