Oh This Was Freaking Good! The Sexual Tension When They Kissed *chefs Kiss*

Oh this was freaking good! The sexual tension when they kissed *chefs kiss*

Everything You Need Is Right Here

Pairing : Yoongi x female reader

Summary : Yoongi always the knight in shining armour, always there when you need him.

Genre : Friends to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, mentions of alcohol, MDNI

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

You slid into the passenger seat, fingers trembling as they struggled with the seatbelt. The smooth click of the buckle should’ve been satisfying, but the nervous energy buzzing beneath your skin swallowed any sense of accomplishment.

"Thanks for coming with me," you murmured, sneaking a glance at Yoongi. Your voice wavered, barely audible over the car's steady hum. Your fingers drummed an anxious rhythm on your thigh, a habit you couldn't quite shake.

Yoongi's eyes flicked to you, amusement curving his lips, but concern lingered in his gaze. "You think I'd let you meet a stranger alone?"

His tone was light, but the protective edge was unmistakable. "You're stuck with me until we know he's not a serial killer."

There was a calm that came with having him by your side. Not that you needed protecting exactly, but there was something comforting about Yoongi’s quiet presence, his steady, no-nonsense way of grounding you without ever making you feel like you needed saving.

Tonight was a big deal. Not life-altering or earth-shattering, but big in the way that stepping into something new always is.

After weeks of chatting with Jihoon, you were finally going to meet him in person.

The texts had flowed easily, his banter sharp, his humour aligning perfectly with yours.

He was the type who seemed confident but not arrogant, the kind of guy who felt safe but with just enough edge to keep things interesting. And yet, meeting in person always added a layer of unpredictability.

As Yoongi pulled out of the parking lot, the city lights blurred by, their glow painting the inside of the car in soft shades of yellow and orange.

You found yourself staring out the window, watching the world rush past in a haze of movement and colour.

The excitement of meeting someone new mingled with the quiet hum of caution, but it didn’t overwhelm you.

It wasn’t the same panicked feeling you used to get with the idea of dating. It was more like…curiosity.

Like stepping into a room you’d never been in before, wondering what might be waiting on the other side of the door.

Your thoughts flickered back to your last relationship, and you felt the familiar pull of old memories, but this time, they didn’t sting the way they used to.

You had already done the hard work of letting that go, of peeling back the layers of hurt and figuring out who you were again without the weight of someone else’s neglect pressing on your shoulders.

He hadn’t been a bad guy. That much you could admit now. But he had been absent in ways that mattered—present physically but never really there.

You could still see him, hunched over his computer, lost in his own world, while you waited for a moment of recognition that never came.

The slow drift of becoming invisible, of watching the person you loved choose distraction over connection, had worn you down over time.

But those days felt distant now, like something you could look at with detachment, the way you’d glance at an old photograph and think, Oh, yeah, I remember that.

And then there was Yoongi. Always Yoongi. He’d been the one to sit with you in the aftermath, his quiet support like a soft anchor, keeping you steady when you thought you might float away.

He never pushed you, never tried to rush you through the healing process. Instead, he was just there, letting you figure things out in your own time.

That’s why tonight felt different. You weren’t going into it looking to fill some void or prove something to yourself.

You’d already done the work. Now, you were just…open. Open to possibility. Open to seeing where things might go.

And so, with a tangled mess of hope and desperation, you did it. You signed up for that dating app, staring at the screen longer than necessary, your finger hesitating above the "submit" button. Were you chasing something real? Maybe.

Or maybe it was just the need to feel something. Anything. A distraction.

A good fuck to remind you that you were still alive, that your heart still beat beneath all that numbness. Jihoon seemed like a good place to start—his profile full of easy charm. Athletic, funny, daring in ways you’d never been.

Yoongi pulled into the car park, the low hum of the engine fading as he cut the ignition.

The silence that followed felt heavy, like it had weight, pressing down on your chest. His eyes turned to you, dark and thoughtful, his fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel before he broke the silence.

“You ready?” His voice was soft but edged with caution, slicing through the haze of your swirling thoughts like a blade.

Your mouth was dry. You nodded, even though you weren't sure if you were convincing either of you. “Yeah,” you managed, though it came out barely a whisper, and you felt the lie of it stick in your throat.

A mix of excitement and dread surged through you in waves, each crashing harder than the last.

Yoongi’s gaze lingered on you, his brow furrowed as if he was searching your face, waiting for you to change your mind.

He always had this way of looking at you, like he saw more than you were willing to show, and it unsettled you sometimes.

When your hand finally moved to the door handle, his eyes flickered, a sigh escaping his lips, almost imperceptible, but you caught it.

The plan was simple. He’d stay back, keep an eye on Jihoon, just in case. A quiet protector from a nearby booth, ready to step in if anything went wrong. It had been his idea when you had told him of your date, and to be honest you felt relief when he did.

You stepped out of the car first, and the cool night air hit you like a splash of cold water, snapping you out of your tangled thoughts, if only for a moment.

You straightened your back, forcing yourself to walk toward the bar, but each step felt heavy, like dragging yourself through mud.

You could feel Yoongi’s presence behind you, the soft sound of his door closing, his footsteps falling in sync with yours. He didn’t say a word, but you felt him.

What you didn't know, was that his eyes roved over your outfit, feeling a tightness in his chest, wishing he was the one taking you on that date. You looked incredible, but you always did. He swallows the feeling back down, concentrating on keeping you safe.

You had taken extra time getting ready tonight, more than you’d like to admit. Your outfit—carefully chosen, your hair—perfectly done.

You wanted to feel confident, wanted to feel like this wasn’t some mistake. But now, walking ahead of Yoongi, all that carefully crafted armour felt fragile, like it could shatter at any moment.

Inside, the bar was alive with noise. The hum of conversation and the clatter of glasses rang out, mixing with the scent of beer and something fried.

You tried to steady your breathing, your fingers brushing against the worn wood of the table as you slid into a booth near the back.

It wasn’t Jihoon's presence you feared—it was the unknown. The vulnerability of sitting there, waiting for someone you barely knew.

You felt exposed, like the anticipation itself was pulling you apart piece by piece.

Yoongi slipped in quietly, taking a seat a few tables away, his back to the wall so he could see everything. His eyes found you, just like they always did.

Even across the room, you felt his attention land on you, a brief moment of connection before he looked away, pretending like he wasn’t watching.

His jaw clenched as he glanced around the bar, and his fingers tapped restlessly on the edge of the table.

You didn't notice the way his eyes kept drifting back to you, the way his chest tightened. He hated it. Hated seeing you like this—nervous, uncertain, waiting for someone else.

But he forced the feeling down, pushed it deep inside where it couldn’t surface. He wasn’t supposed to feel that. He didn’t have the right to, you were just friends, you had never seen him like that.

You smiled nervously at Yoongi across the room, your fingers fiddling with the edge of the menu as the waitress approached. You ordered a drink, your voice a little too bright, a little too eager to fill the silence.

As she walked away, you glanced down at your phone—two minutes until Jihoon was supposed to arrive. The seconds crawled, each one dragging out longer than the last, stretching thin.

You gnawed on your bottom lip, eyes flicking to the window like you might catch sight of him, coming down the sidewalk.

Your breath hitched with every person that walked by, but the street remained stubbornly empty.

Ten minutes. Still no sign of him. The sinking feeling in your gut was hard to ignore now, creeping in like a shadow, growing heavier with every tick of the clock.

You swallowed hard, telling yourself not to overthink it. But your heart betrayed you, the sting settling in, raw and real.

You glanced over at Yoongi, his dark eyes already on you, watching with that familiar blend of concern and protectiveness that had become second nature to him.

You didn’t want Yoongi to worry—he’d done enough of that lately. Always stepping in, always making sure you were okay, even when you weren’t.

But deep down, you couldn't shake the bad feeling in your gut about your date.

Another five minutes slipped by, and Yoongi’s patience snapped. He slid into the seat across from you, his presence solid, grounding, but there was an edge to him now.

“Has he even texted you?” Yoongi’s tone was sharp, his tongue pressing against his cheek.

You shook your head, feeling smaller, deflated with every second that passed. "No," you whispered, the word so small it almost disappeared between the noise of the bar and the hammering of your pulse.

But then your phone buzzed on the table, and hope, foolish as it was, flared up in your chest. Your heart leapt, and you grabbed the phone quickly, a rush of adrenaline surging through you.

“Oh! He messaged…” The words tumbled out in a rush. But the second you read it, all that hope vanished, replaced by the sting of disappointment.

Your breath caught in your throat as you threw the phone back onto the table, the lump that had been forming there now impossible to ignore.

“He’s not coming,” you croaked, your voice cracking on the words.

Yoongi’s jaw tightened, the muscles there twitching as he stared down at the phone. Without a word, he reached for your phone, his movements swift, purposeful. You didn’t even have a chance to protest before you heard the quick tap of his fingers flying across the screen.

Yoongi tossed the phone back onto the table, his face hard. “Jerk,” he muttered under his breath.

“It’s fine,” you tried to laugh it off, though your voice wobbled, the sound shaky and hollow. “He probably showed up, took one look at me, and ran off.”

The words tasted bitter as soon as they left your mouth, an attempt at humour that fell painfully flat. You winced at the sound of your own voice, at how small it felt.

Yoongi’s eyes flashed, his voice low, hard. “It is not fine,” he snapped, the intensity in his voice making you blink. “That asshole has no idea what he’s just missed out on.”

Without warning, Yoongi stood, his expression softened, though his eyes were still dark with anger.

“Come on,” he said, his voice gentler now, but still laced with that same fierce protectiveness. He stretched out his hand toward you, “I’m taking you home, and we’re getting drunk.”

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You're sitting on the living room floor of your apartment, legs stretched out, the plush carpet soft beneath you.

The room feels warm, almost too warm, as if the alcohol pulsing through your veins is radiating heat.

Your cheeks are flushed, partly from the drinks but mostly from the embarrassment that's still twisting inside you. You can’t shake the humiliation of the night, the way it clings to your skin, making you feel small.

“I feel so humiliated, and for you to witness it?” you blurt out, your voice a little too loud, wavering with frustration.

The words feel jagged as they leave your mouth, slicing through the stillness of the room.

You pour yourself another drink, the amber liquid sloshing unevenly into the glass. You take a long gulp, the burn of alcohol doing nothing to ease the ache of the night.

Yoongi’s sitting on the couch behind you, his body leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you, burning holes into the back of your head.

“I’m just… doomed to be a single woman for all eternity.” The words tumble out, defeated sigh as you slump further back against the couch.

The self-pity flows freely now, loosened by the alcohol, and you don't care how pathetic you sound. You just want to drown in it, let it swallow you whole.

"That's bullshit."

Yoongi’s voice slices through your words, sharp and cutting, freezing you mid-sentence. The word hangs in the air, thick with a tension that sends a shockwave through your chest.

He drags a hand through his hair, tugging harder than necessary, frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

His body is a live wire as he leans back on the couch, movements tight, controlled. But his eyes—dark and unblinking—lock onto yours, and the intensity of his gaze sends a flush of heat through your skin, pooling low in your stomach.

“Any guy would be lucky to be your boyfriend.” His voice is lower now, more serious. The casual tone you’re used to is gone, replaced by something raw. “If you were my girlfriend, I’d fucking worship the ground you walked on.”

The confession hits you hard, knocking the breath from your lungs. You blink, pulse stuttering as the room suddenly feels too small, too charged.

His words hang between you, heavy and electric, making it impossible to think about anything but the way his eyes haven’t left yours, the way your whole body hums in response.

You stare at him, unsure if you heard him right. Yoongi holds your gaze, unwavering, his face serious—no smirk, no teasing look.

Just a heavy silence that weighs down the room, crackling with a tension you hadn’t noticed before. The kind of tension that makes your pulse quicken, your palms sweat, a flutter stirring low in your stomach.

He’s just your friend. But you’d have to be blind not to notice how ridiculously hot he is, the kind of hot that makes heads turn when he walks into a room.

And maybe you’ve wondered, just for a fleeting second, what it would be like if things were different. If there was more between you.

His pouty lips, how they would feel on yours, you'd heard rumours about his tongue technology, and you'd often touched yourself to the image of you coming on his tongue.

The thought sticks longer than it should, and you shake yourself out of it, blinking fast to erase the images flipping through your head.

"Thanks," you murmur, your voice quieter than you expected, one hand rubbing the back of your neck as you look anywhere but at him.

You can’t look at him. Not right now. Your throat feels tight, and you’re way too aware of how close he is, the space between you charged like a live wire.

You’ve got no idea what to say, no clue how to sort through the mess in your head. He’s just being a good friend, you remind yourself. He’s always been that guy, trying to make you feel better. That’s all.

The silence stretches out, thick with unspoken things. You clear your throat, forcing yourself to stand.

You need to break whatever this is, before it spins out of control. “It’s late. We should get some sleep,” you say, holding out your hands to him, trying to keep things light, normal.

Yoongi grabs your hands, and the moment he stands, the force of his pull throws him slightly off balance. Before you can react, he stumbles forward, and you instinctively take a step back.

You don’t get far. Your back hits the wall with a soft thud, and Yoongi is right there, too close. His hand shoots out, bracing himself, caging you in with a quiet intensity that steals your breath.

His palm cradles the back of your head before you even feel the impact, fingers threading gently through your hair, and suddenly, he’s so close. The heat radiating from his body engulfs you, making the air between you feel heavy, thick with something unspoken.

Your breath catches, chest tightening as you become acutely aware of him—his chest just barely grazing yours, his breath warm against your cheek. The scent of him, familiar and intoxicating, makes your pulse race, heart hammering in your chest like it’s trying to break free.

"Are you okay?" His voice is low, rough, the concern in it making your skin tingle. The hand at your head lingers, protective, thumb lightly brushing against the nape of your neck. His other hand is planted firmly beside your head, trapping you in the best kind of way.

You try to nod, but the words catch in your throat. "Yeah…" It's barely a whisper, shaky and uncertain, like you're not sure what you're agreeing to. Your body betrays you, leaning into his touch, drawn to the warmth, the safety, him.

Your pulse is racing, the air between you charged with something electric, something neither of you are acknowledging but both of you can feel. It’s palpable, like a magnetic pull, drawing you closer.

His gaze drops to your lips, lingering just a fraction too long, and the air around you crackles with tension.

His eyes flicker, a hesitation there, like he's at war with himself, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by something hungrier, bolder.

The shift in his expression sends a ripple of heat through you, pooling low in your belly, making your knees tremble.

Your fingers curl into fists at your sides, struggling to find control, but all you can focus on is the way his breath fans across your lips, the way his body is just… there. Close. Too close. Not close enough.

"Yoongi," you whisper, your voice barely audible, trembling with anticipation, with need, your heart pounding so loudly you wonder if he can hear it.

He doesn’t reply. Not with words, at least. Instead, he moves with an unhurried grace, like he's trying not to spook you. His breath is shallow, but steady as he leans in, head tilting ever so slightly.

Your heart lurches as his lips hover, an excruciatingly delicate inch from yours. His hesitation is palpable, like he's giving you a final chance to pull away.

His gaze flickers to your mouth, then back to your eyes, a silent plea—Do you want this?

You don’t move. Can’t. Your entire body buzzes in response to him, and the absence of your retreat speaks louder than any word could.

The first brush of his lips is feather-light, a whisper of a touch that sends a shockwave through your entire being.

Your breath catches, and you feel his exhale warm against your skin. The kiss lingers for a heartbeat, then another, before you pull back, suddenly overwhelmed by the thundering pulse in your ears.

"Yoongi," you murmur, your voice a shaky contradiction of want and restraint, "I think you're a little drunk." The words tumble out, an attempt to anchor yourself in the chaos swirling through your head.

He shakes his head, his thumb still tracing slow, torturous circles on your cheek. His gaze sharp and steady locks onto yours. "No," he says, his voice low, firm, a quiet intensity burning beneath each syllable. "I'm not."

Your gaze drops to his lips. The magnetic pull between you is undeniable, stronger than the caution still flickering at the edges of your mind.

You lean in, ever so slowly, until your nose brushes his in a teasing nuzzle. His breath hitches, and you can feel the tremor in his chest as it presses against yours.

His body is taut with anticipation, every muscle tensed like he’s holding himself back.

You pause, hovering just a breath away, searching his eyes for any shred of doubt. But all you find is an all-consuming desire. It reflects in his dark gaze, in the way his hands tighten possessively at your waist, tugging you closer.

Your lips crash into his, the kiss a furious spark igniting a wildfire of pent-up need. It’s hungry, desperate, both of you burning in the flame you’ve been circling for far too long.

His mouth moves against yours with a fervour that steals your breath, as though he’s pouring every unspoken word, every suppressed feeling, into that one searing moment.

Your hands find his hair, fingers threading through the silken strands as you pull him closer, deeper, needing more.

The heat between you is unbearable, a dizzying conflagration that lights up every inch of your skin. He groans softly against your lips, the sound vibrating through you, and the last slivers of hesitation dissolve as you let yourself fall into the fire.

You melted against him, body pressing tightly to his as the kiss deepened, yours breaths ragged with desire. Your hips grind against him, seeking friction to quell the aching between your thighs, moaning into the kiss as you feel his cock twitch in response.

His lips trail down your neck, slow and deliberate, each touch lighting up your skin like a fuse.

Then, he nips at the tender spot, and it sends a sharp, delicious jolt through you. You can’t help it, the gasp slips out, followed by a soft, helpless whimper.

Your body reacts on its own, arching toward him, desperate for more, while the sensation spreads, warm and electric. Your pulse pounds in your ears, your breathing shallow and uneven.

His warm hand gently slides under your top giving you enough time to stop him should you not want to go any further, but you only urge him on with your kisses. His fingertips trail up to your breast, gently cupping it, and rolling the bud of your nipple between his fingers 

Your thighs rub together in search of some kind of friction, to help with the wetness now dampening them.

Removing his hand, he reaches under your t-shirt and pulls it up over your head to gain access to your breasts. Groaning  in satisfaction at the sight of them. "Shit, they're perfect, just like I knew they would be"

He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the bud, his other hand kneading your other breast. Your breath hitches, "Oh..fuck...Yoongi please...." you half-moan, half beg, tangling your fingers in his hair to tug him closer.

"Please, what?  Tell me what you want me to do?" his voice comes out almost strained with desire.

" I need you, inside me" you plead, your mind becoming too light, too hazy with desire as the blood pounded in your clit, and Yoongi filled your senses.

Without a word, Yoongi’s hands find your waist, his grip firm but gentle, as he spins you around in one fluid motion.

The sudden movement makes your breath catch, and before you can process what's happening, he’s guiding you back, your body sinking into the soft cushions of the couch.

His touch lingers, sending sparks through your skin, every nerve hyper-aware of his proximity.

Clothes begin to fall away, discarded in a hurried blur, until there’s nothing left but skin and heat and the steady thrum of your heartbeat in your ears.

Getting to his knees, he pulls you forward so your ass is on the edge of the seat.

"Spread your legs for me" he tells you, waiting for you to do so. He Inhales deeply, a low guttural sound expels from him as he takes in the sight of your pussy and the glistening slick of your arousal.

"Fuck...." he grunts, his hand fisting his erection, now leaking with pre-cum.

Using his thumb he rubs your clit in slow lazy circles, watching for your reaction Soft moans erupt from you, that only further ignite the blood pounding in his hard cock.

Slowly, he lowers himself between your legs. Hands holding your legs wide open. You anticipate his mouth but still gasp when you feel it on you, licking a broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit, groaning when he tastes you. 

"Oh!" You exclaim, hips bucking up to meet his face, silently begging for more. He chuckles darkly, the vibrations sending shivers through your entire body. Yoongi hooks his arms under your thighs, shifting you higher as he buries his face into your core. His tongue circles your clit, flicking it back and forth at a such a speed that you almost begin to see stars.

It was better than you had imagined, he slowly inserts a finger into your entrance. Immediately you tighten around it as he presses against the sensitive spot inside, making you gasp and squirm in need. "You're so tight" he groans, his deep bassy voice sending vibrations through your clit.

Adding another, he scissors you with his fingers, Yoongi's name falls from your lips as he watches, eyes dark with molten desire.

Leaning forward his lips press against yours, kissing you softly as he picks up the speed, leaving you writhing in pleasure. "That's it, you're taking these fingers so well beautiful" he coos.

The heat in your belly begins to tighten its coil, your eyes squeeze shut as you concentrate on the pleasure building. "Oh god Yoongi, I'm so close!" you gasp.

"Come for me baby" He demands, as he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking gently, and it's all that's need for your orgasm to crash over you.

Yoongi laps up your juices, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, prolonging your climax. "Fuck, you taste so good" he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking the clean.

You whimpered, "Please Yoongi...." pussy clenching at nothing as you watch him.

"What's the matter baby? What do you need?" he asked with a smirk, grinding his cock against your folds.

"Need you, wanna be full of you" you gasped as you felt him catch at your entrance.

"Is that so?" he murmured, brow cocking with a shit eating grin, teasing you with just the tip.

Pausing for a second, he grits his teeth as he slowly pushes his way in. He groaned as your wet, raw heat surrounded him. He drew his hips back and then slowly pumped them forward again, giving you time to get used to the feel of him, pussy stretching around him.

"Do you know how often I thought about fucking you? How much I've wanted you." he grunts between thrusts.

His eyes close, head falling back concentrating on the feel of your warm silky walls.

"Same! Wanted you too! " You gasp as his blunt tip hits your cervix. He grabs your hips, shoving deeply into you, causing you both to moan out loud.

"Yoongi....." is all you can manage to say, your eyes rolling back when he snapped his hips hard.

"I know baby, feels so good." he grunts.

The sound of skin on skin slapping and heavy breathing, echoes around the room. Heat prickles at your skin, a flush spreading across your face and chest. His eyes fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust.

He leans down and suckles on a nipple, slowing his pace down. Your nails scratch lightly at his back making him hiss.

“Oh God, Yoongi! Please! ” you gasped as you clung to him, you buried your face in the crook of his neck.  

He sat back his heels, hooking your knees over his arms – shifting, tilting, testing until his dick hit the inside of your pussy, making you curse and moan out loud.

"Fuck, look at this messy pussy. Taking my cock so well kitten" he bit his lip as he watched as your juices coated his cock.

He thrusts again, the angle hitting the right spot and you can feel yourself heading towards another orgasm. "I'm so close!" you whined.

He cursed when he felt you clench around him, "Yeah? Gonna cum for me?" He encourages, fingers tighten around your hips in a grip, that would surely leave bruises there afterwards and pulling you down to meet his hard thrusts.

Your orgasm slams into you, you moan his name over and over, thighs trembling.

"Fuck, y/n " He exhaled harshly, his thrusts getting less regular as he grew closer to his orgasm. "Where do you want me to come?"

"Inside, I'm on the pill, it's fine" you rush out, desperate to be filled by him.

His hips jerk one final time, deep moans and pathetic whimpers falling from his lips as he empties himself inside you, groaning your name.

A few seconds later, he stills, slowly pulling himself out of you, wincing at the oversensitivity in his cock, flopping over on to his back. Silence fills the room as you both try to gather yourselves.

You can feel the weight of his eyes on you, you glance at him, shy, unsure of what to say or do.

Without a word, he reaches out, his hand moving gently as he strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers. His touch is slow, like he’s savouring the moment, and it sends a delicate shiver through you, a reminder of everything that just happened.

“You doing okay?” His voice is low, hushed, as if the quiet of the room is sacred.

“Yeah,” you murmur, your voice barely a whisper, your lips curving into a soft smile. “More than okay.”

His eyes don’t leave yours, not for a second. The corner of his mouth tugs into a small, knowing smile. He leans in lips brushing yours, a slow, tender kiss. It’s gentle, but it sends a ripple through you, igniting every nerve in your body.

When he pulls back, just enough to look at you again, his eyes are darker, filled with something deeper than before. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and his voice drops to a whisper. "Good," he murmurs, his words barely audible, but you feel them all the same. "Because this is just the beginning for us."

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He’s so beautiful 😍

jesus christ.

[240921] | san, milan fashion week 2024.

Did it start with Felix? 😂

jyp: "renew your contracts"

🤝

skz: "only if we can get naked and horny"

The fit. The hair. The man. 🙃

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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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.