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this is us ~ jjk | drabble

jungkook sees the photos you took with hyunie.

✨ title: this is us | ongoing series (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap ✨ warnings: language, kissing, alcohol consumption, significant age gap (9 years), noona kink, recreational drug use (edibles), girlxgirl kiss, insecure reader, crappy mom, jungkook’s nipple is pierced, cheating, toxic ex’s (jk’s & readers), talks of miscarriage/inhospitable uterus, flashbacks to 18-year-old jk, reader slaps someone, heartbreak, time skip, eventual happy ending, there is a lot of emotional trauma and this story is pretty much a rollercoaster of emotions ✨ smut warnings: jungkook + reader attempt to have sex in a hot tub and fail, allusions to sex, LOTS of teasing and touching, blindfold kink, masturbation(f), unprotected sex, oral sex (m,f), creampie, rough sex, rough oral (m receiving) ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n 2: chapter updates are every friday at 7 PM PST. if you don’t want to wait for weekly updates, you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad ✨ a/n 3 : thank you to the one and only @cherrysoulth for helping me write the smut scene ;) ily

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 7 ~ party of three

drabble ~ the reveal | wc: 4.0k warnings: jungkook is hopelessly in love with reader and lets her know, language, kissing, touching, groping, unprotected sex, blindfolding kink, dirty talk, light light cockwarming, reader tries to be dom but ultimately fails, sub jk for like a split second, they play a game during sex, masturbation (f), 69, oral (m,f), jungkook begs (a little), light choking, jungkook is a brat

A week passed when Hyunie texted, letting you know she left your "present" for Jungkook outside your door. There were two packages outside your door when you arrived at your apartment. One packaged in black wrapping paper with a white bow, you assumed which was for Jungkook, and when you picked up the other package, it was addressed to you.

The note read:

- Because you need a photo album for yourself too ;)

xo, Hyunie Bunnie

You shook your head at the note, setting Jungkook's package on the counter. Curious about how the photos turned out, you'd only seen what Hyunie showed you at the hotel but to see your pictures in the flesh...

Well...shit.

Were there times when you scrolled through Pinterest wanting to look like the women in the photos? Well, here you were, looking like one of them. Hyunie had some magic touch with the camera. You were in awe of how she captured a side of you that you didn't know existed. Hyunie hyping you up the entire time also helped boost your confidence level.

"Babe, you're sexy and hot. Just think about the look on Jungkook's face when he sees these. Let that be your motivation," Hyunie encouraged.

Flipping through the rest of the album, her continual pep talk throughout the photoshoot was evident; you could see the shift in your attitude and body language. Honestly, you didn't know who that person was in the photos before you.

The time was nearly eight o'clock when Jungkook came home from work and the gym, announcing his arrival with the usual, "Honey, I'm home." You found it amusing every time either one of you said that. It was getting to that point in your relationship - the comfortable stage.

"I got you a little something," you immediately blurted out once you saw him turn the corner from the hallway. And he looked fucking sexy, sweat still glistening on his neck, pieces of his curls glued to his temple. Why would he leave the gym without showering? Also, his stupid linen pants weren't helping because they left nothing to one's imagination - even soft, Jungkook's dick was...ample. You wondered how many women gawked at him as he left - but regardless, it was you he was coming home to, not them.

"Ouu," Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows in delight, his body doing a little dance, swaying from left to right. "What's the special occasion? I didn't miss an anniversary or something, did I?" He asked, setting his backpack down next to the couch, then he walked over, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. He pulled away, gazing lovingly into your eyes, whispering, "Hi."

You chuckled, "No, you didn't forget anything. You'll just have to open it and find out yourself. Here, sit," gesturing for him to do so on the dining chair as you stood up, walking towards the hallway closet, pulling out the package Hyunie so neatly wrapped.

Jungkook knitted his eyebrows together, narrowing his eyes, intrigued by the box you pulled out. You handed the box to him, and he quietly tapped on it. It was beautifully wrapped until he tore it open like the boy he was. You stared blankly, watching your boyfriend trash the wrapping paper that Hyunie spent so much time on. Well...note to self, don't wrap anything nice for him.

When he took off the top of the lid, he let out a small huh. "A photo album?" He guessed they were pictures of you dating, and he didn't think they would be of anything else. Why would he?

"I'll, um, give you some alone time." You pressed a kiss on his cheek, seemingly now warming up at your comment. You couldn't wait for him to scream his head off.

His ears perked up, and he choked when you mentioned the last part. "Alone time?" What could be in this box to warrant him needing alone time? You snickered, leaving him to his demise.

You entered your bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Wait for it...

A beat passed.

All you could hear was, "No. No. NO! NO! NO!" Jungkook shook his head while opening the photo album to reveal your photos. There's no way you took sexy boudoir photos for him. NO FUCKING WAY! Right? This was a fever dream. He must be dreaming.

"What the actual fuck? Shit--baby!" Jungkook cried out. You could hear the screech of the dining chair as he ran into the bedroom with the album in his hands. The stunned look on his face made you giggle. "Who took these?"

"Hyunie." Your eyes wandered to his, gauging his reaction to his gift. "So...whaddya think?" You asked with a confident hair flip.

He sprinted towards you, throwing the album on the bed. He cupped your face, frantically pressing kisses all over, causing shrieks and giggles from you. When Jungkook finally stepped back, he peered down at you, staring intensely into your eyes, "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" 

Your hands gripped his tiny waist, "The feeling's mutual." His hands still restrained your face, then he leaned down and pressed another kiss on your lips.

Jungkook inhaled and exhaled deeply, "I'm the luckiest man in the world, and I'm wondering what I did to deserve this." He sat down next to you, grabbed the album, and revealed the photos that were taken of you. You were proud of how these came out, considering how awkward you felt taking them.

"Good god, baby...." He grunted before continuing to twist and turn the album to explore every detail of your body in every photo - details that he grew to learn about and love. Then he turned to your favorite photo that Hyunie took.

You asked Hyunie if she could also bring a film camera because you loved that grainy film look. The photo was simple: you in the oversized white dress shirt, black lacey lingerie underneath, standing in front of a window, looking outside, hands laced into your tousled hair. The photo revealed a silhouette of your curves, relatively tame but alluring. You wanted the exact feeling from it, and Hyunie captured it beautifully.

"That one's my favorite," you explained with a coy smile.

"Every one of these is my favorite. Honestly, I can't pick," he snapped his head in your direction. "You're so beautiful, baby. I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for these."

Jungkook has been a fever dream for the past seven months. He's done so much for you; this gift was nothing compared to the love he's shown you. You often wished for a better way to show your love to him, but this could be a small way to start. "You said you wanted nudes, so..."

He let out a hearty laugh, "This is so much better than nudes. Don't get me wrong, nudes are nice, but these are a fucking masterpiece." Jungkook continued flipping through the album, gasping, groaning, and clutching his heart as he discovered your new photos in naughty poses.

You took it to yourself to move closer to him, letting your hand linger on top of his, the pad of your thumb caressing his veiny hand. "I take it you like your present?"

"Like it? Fucking love it! I'm gonna jerk off to these all the time," he explained with excitement like a young teenager who found his first dirty magazine.

You giggled, figuring he would say something like that. You peered down at his pants; it was evident how much he loved them. "Can I help you with that?"

Jungkook was still smiling like an idiot, zoned into the photos and unaware of the erection between his legs. "Huh?" He glanced over at you, wondering what you were referring to. His eyes followed your hands, stroking his hardened length. "Oh--" he cleared his throat, "yes...please, be my guest."

How polite, you thought. You did your job. You caught Jungkook off guard with your little...present. When you reached over, the photo album was still in his hands, beginning to stroke him over his pants. Small moans and whimpers escaped his mouth as you continued.

He set aside the photo album before coming back into contact with you. Jungkook wanted to rip off your camisole and shorts and ravage your pussy with his mouth and cock until you begged him to stop. But he wanted to savor every inch of you right now. He was over the moon with your present and couldn't wait to see more of it, but it would have to wait.

He needed you right now.

Most of the time, he made you crumble under his touch, but not today. Today, it was his turn to crumble under yours.

You stood up, standing between his legs while he was at the edge of the bed. You gazed into those doe eyes you loved so much, twirling the hair growing longer at the nape of his neck. Jungkook brushed up and down your thighs with his fingers, coming dangerously close to your already wet core, making you shiver underneath his touch.

Shaking your head, you tugged on his hair, making him whimper and smile, telling him not yet. "You first," clarifying as you straddled his thunderous thighs, feeling his erection throb against you.

You leaned down to kiss him, and he met you halfway. Lips entwined and entangled, never wanting to let go. Compared to the devilish tongue dancing with yours, his heavenly plush pink lips made you grow desperate for more of him. Kisses grew more intense and heated, hands exploring familiar dips and valleys. You abruptly pulled away, making Jungkook whine. "I have another present for you."

"You're killing me," he groaned.

You reached across your bed, sprawled out, and Jungkook couldn't resist smacking your ass, causing you to yelp. You pulled the drawer in your nightstand, revealing a familiar silk black tie.

Crawling back towards Jungkook, you straddled yourself on top of his thighs. "Since I'm normally the one blindfolded, it's only fair that it's your turn now," you teased, waving it in front of him.

Jungkook nodded. "Mm, I like where this is going. I'm up for anything, baby," he smirked, fingers grazing up and down your thighs.

"Anything?" Your voice laced with curiosity and a twinkle in your eye.

"Any-thing," he emphasized, darting his tongue to lick his lips. The photos turned him on, but this - you, in dominant form, drove him crazy. He was ready for whatever you had up your sleeve.

"Shirt. Off," you commanded. He didn't hesitate, crossing his hands over his body, tugging at his sweat-soaked shirt. Your eyes admired his toned chest and rock-hard abs, your hand reaching to pinch the pierced nipple, causing him to mewl.

"Pants," you ordered, pulling yourself off of him, so he could do as you asked. He didn't take his eyes off you as he kicked off his pants, his sinful expression matching yours. The thought of a submissive Jungkook made you wet.

With the silk tie in hand, you brought it up to fasten it around his eyes. His hands began to wander for you, making you slap them to stop.

"My turn," you smirked.

"You're gonna strip, and I can't see it? That's not fair," Jungkook groaned incessantly.

"You said you were up for anything, so torture falls under that category."

He groaned again, now realizing his mistake. It was torture not being able to see you.

Quickly, you removed your camisole and shorts, leaving only your panties on. You sat in your desk chair in front of Jungkook, waving your hands before him to ensure he couldn't see a thing.

Jungkook sat impatiently, waiting for your next move; then he heard a soft whimper familiar to him, the first whimper of when he would touch you after a while. He cleared his throat, "Wha--what are you doing, baby?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" You yelped after letting your fingers slide between your folds. You wished they were Jungkook's fingers, but you had to remember it was his turn to crumble. "I gotta get myself ready for you."

Jungkook shifted in his seat, squirming in place at that the fact you were touching yourself, and he couldn't watch it. He imagined your head lolled back, tits out, fingers rubbing your clit, pumping in and out of your pussy. "Fuck baby--I shouldn't have agreed to a blindfold."

You giggled at his words—torture for him and torture for you. Letting your fingers slide down further to your entrance, you imagined it was Jungkook's fingers. Your whimpers and moans drove Jungkook insane as if the photos weren't enough. Now, this. Your legs now spread, fingers inserted into your pussy, making lewd noises as it pumped in and out.

As much as you were enjoying yourself, it was much more fun seeing Jungkook suffer, his strained cock trapped in his boxers. You could see the inner struggle of him wanting to stroke himself after hearing the noises coming from your mouth and pussy. He bit his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed.

You didn't want to make yourself come, not yet. Jungkook would do that for you.

After an abrupt silence, Jungkook peered left and right, trying to figure out what was happening. His hands again reached out to feel for you, but you had already gotten on the bed, kneeling behind him.

"Hi," you growled into his ear, wrapping your arms around him, letting your hands wander down his shoulders and taut chest. "Fuck baby, you're so sexy." Tiny beads of sweat still stuck to his body from the gym; it drove you crazy.

"Wha--what are you doing now?"

"Gonna help you out a little," you said, chuckling lowly into his ear. "While you help me too, missed that tongue of yours."

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back as best you could, laying flat on the bed. Jungkook had a goofy smile, loving every moment of this and helping him remove his boxers and kicking them off onto the ground.

He was so cute, waiting so patiently for your next move, and before he knew it, a tiny kitten lick lapped at his reddened tip, which was already leaking with pre-cum.

You placed yourself facing away from him, ass and pussy near his face, your mouth inches from his thick, girthy cock. "Wanna help me out, baby?" you asked sweetly, positioning your pussy near his mouth.

Jungkook hummed, "What do you need?"

"Stick out your tongue for me?"

He did as you asked, his tongue barely grazing your clit. "Fuck--" you moaned.

Jungkook finally realized your position, which made him even harder. "Can I touch you?"

"Please," you mewled. Everything in you wanted to give him and have him fuck you into oblivion, but no, you had to be strong and keep going.

His large hands traveled to grab your fleshy ass, pulling you towards him, thoroughly sucking on your clit, your tongue tracing around the plump tip. So slow, it made him dig his digits into you and stop for a moment, his composure on a thread.

"Keep going, baby," you ordered, and he obeyed, tongue circling mercilessly as you returned to your previous spot.

Filling your mouth with him suddenly and pulling off, you felt him shiver and repeatedly suck his head. Only his head. Until his moans turned into groans against your slick, although he hadn't stopped in his task, body so tense you could have sworn you heard his muscles pop.

You let him in thoroughly and sucked him, bobbing your head, making him stop in his tracks to groan.

"Jungkook, don't stop," you said, pulling off again, and this time he groaned in frustration, pulling you impossibly close to his face, tongue dragging as if you were his last meal: making you moan right before you took him in your mouth again.

You pressed your tongue flat against his shaft to help yourself with sucking but mainly to feel his response to your ministrations, moaning over his velvety skin, causing him to shiver again.

You didn't stop even when you felt it; the swell, marking his end, was near, his moans turning lewd against your pussy. You knew you would already be a mewling mess, cumming against his mouth if it weren't for your focus.

Pulling off as he reached his peak, your hands on his hips as you rode his tongue while a groan of frustration escaped him. "Tongue out, baby." He groaned to your command, the edging stinging him but obeyed nonetheless.

You rode him messy; the power beholds in what you did to him, affecting your arousal. His tongue was so perfect against your nub that the orgasm hit you wild and unexpectedly. You stopped after a few leaps into it, feeling it reap through you like thunder, making you let out a high-pitched moan that made Jungkook lose his cool.

Panting heavily, trying to catch your breath, you pulled yourself away from Jungkook's frame.

Jungkook lifted his head, blindfold barely covering his eyes. "Baby, where'd you go? Don't tell me you're going to leave me hanging."

The thought had crossed your mind, but there was no way you'd go without riding him tonight. "Wanna play another game with you," you said with a devilish grin, wrapping your hand around his length again.

"Ah--" Jungkook whimpered as his head fell back at your touch.

"You ready for me?"

"Been ready. Please, just fucking sit on me already," he begged, and you did as he asked. He groaned as your pussy swallowed up his length.

Fuck.

You glanced at the connection between your bodies; you were never one to take a moment to appreciate how his cock would disappear into your body. It was a beautiful sight.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, referring that you had been sitting with his dick in you but weren't bouncing on it.

Leaning down, tits pressed against his chest, you whispered in his ear, "I call this game 'Red Light, Green Light.'"

He inhaled sharply, "Fuuuuck--you're driving me insane. Don't do this, baby, please." Jungkook was insanely close to ripping off his blindfold and flipping you onto your back to fuck you like a madman. You already worked him up, so close to blowing his load before you pulled away.

"You know how to play, right? But this is a little different; when I say 'green,' you can fuck me as fast or slow as you want. When I say 'red,' you have to stop."

Simple enough, Jungkook thought to himself. He wanted to fuck you like bunny rabbits in heat.

"If you don't stop when I say 'red,' I won't let you cum. Okay?" You stated, pushing yourself off his chest. He visibly gulped at your proposal, making you suppress a giggle. At this rate, he'd have blue balls if he didn't adhere to your rules.

You connected your lips with him again, feeling the need to taste yourself on him, breathing in your scent that lingered, his tongue fervently urging to find yours. You withdrew from his mouth, kissing his jawline, before whispering, "Green."

This was Jungkook's chance to fuck you like a madman, but since he had some control, he thought two could play this game. While grabbing your ass, he thrust into you at an insanely slow, languid pace, only getting in a few thrusts before you said 'red.'

"Mm...my Jungkookie knows how to play too, hmm?" You suspected he'd try to toy with your rules. 

Unexpectedly, his eyes found yours as you took off his blindfold. He bit into his lower lip, satisfied with the fact that you already looked fucked out.

Leaning in, slightly pushing yourself down on his length, you uttered, "Green," hoping he'd pound into you as hard as he could.

His hands were now digging into your fleshy ass, and you could see his eyes darken, overcome with lust, as he started harshly thrusting from below, pushing himself further and further into you. Making you whimper endlessly like the slut you were for his dick. Stupid of you to even think you could play this Dom role. You were too weak for Jungkook. You melted at the slightest touch from him.

The skin on skin, slapping against each other, obscene sounds echoing before you said, "Red," you cried.

The two of you panting heavily, you found rest in the crook of his neck. One of his hands traveled up, grappling the nape of your neck, his fingers tangled in your hair. Jungkook pressed a kiss into your shoulder, his other hand still on your ass, leaving his mark as he tightened his grip.

Nibbling on his ear, you whispered, "Green." Once you gave him the go-ahead, he smirked, flipping you on your back, stretching your legs, and his cock inside you again in one quick thrust. His hips thrusting erratically, breath hitched in your throat, watching your sweaty boyfriend chasing his climax.

Grinning, you watched him getting lost in the moment. Jungkook's gaze lingered on your mouth. You were tempted to say 'red,' your lips even forming the word, but he sharply stopped, leaned down, hand on your navel, traveling between your breasts, making its way to your throat.

So this is what happens when you torture your boyfriend.

His tattooed hand lingered around the column of your throat--guessing he didn't want you to utter that word, which would cause him to stop. He slipped his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue like it was his cock. Jungkook abruptly withdrew his hand, pulling himself out of you, causing you to whine at the loss.

You were not cut out for this.

Reaching out to bring him back to you, he swatted your hand away. "Green," you said, wanting him to keep going. He didn't say anything. Instead, he cocked his eyebrow, smirking while you were caught between his thunderous thighs and legs, stroking his length. "Green," you repeated.

Jungkook was relentless; he had had enough of your games - he loved it but hated it even more. "Can't hear you, baby. What do you want?"

"I want your fat cock inside my dripping cunt, right--" you sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed in fervently, "Fuck," you mewled, shaking as his hips struck your ass. Soft yelps continued to escape your lips at each thrust.

Jungkook gripped tightly onto your thighs, continuing his frantic pace, his heart beating faster and faster, matching his stride as he fucks into you. "Shit, baby--gonna cum so hard," he moaned, lolling his head back.

You hummed, walls clenching around him, ready to milk him for all he has.

His abs tightened, veins pulsing, heart beating out of his chest, reaching his peak. Suddenly, he pulled out of you, groaning while dropping into the crook of your neck. His cum covered your sheets instead of you. He slumped on top of you, but not before you could feel his cheek against yours, turning into a smile. He began chuckling.

"I hate you," you said, scowling at him. You couldn't believe he came on your sheets instead of inside you.

"You fucking love me."

"You're such a little--"

He rolled off to your side with one hand on his stomach. "Oh--that was so fun to watch you so disappointed."

Jungkook couldn't see it, but you glared at the ceiling, sulking a little bit because it didn't go the way you wanted. He turned in your direction, "What? Are you upset?"

Your arms crossed, head turned away.

"Baby--" Jungkook whined, pulling you towards him, forgetting that his cum was seeping through your sheets.

"Kook--it's sticky!" He lifted you on top of him again. "You're all sticky and gross!"

He laughed at your complaint. "I love you," he said, wrapping his arms around you and reaching for a kiss.

Reluctantly, you kissed him and muttered those three words before pushing yourself off him, and he followed. The two of you continued bickering while walking to take a shower. Stupid of you to think you could be in control of Jeon Jungkook.

✨ next - 7 ~ party of three

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💕Pairing: Seokjin x Reader 

📝Summary: A little piece of smut of a bigger plot/story.

✏️Genre/au: Smut, Canon, Long time relationship

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 1862

⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut

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A/N: Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊 Please, let me know your thoughts once you are finished. Feedback keeps me motivated to write 😁

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

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Namjoon opens the door of the dorm for you to enter quickly after you ring, he was getting ready to leave putting on his shoes and one is behind him, away from its partner on the tiles mismatching the elevated wooden floor. He looks towards the corridor before he sits down to finish his task, eyebrows raised in a warning look meant for you to know what the situation is. His shoelaces are tied at the same time you place your shoes on the guest spot, having put on the slipers you had left in their house for your common visits and you can tell he is in a rush for how he avoids the small talk, and simply says goodbye before leaving.

You know exactly where Jin is; in his room, and also that he is edging moody by his texts, although you can’t yet figure out why. That was the main reason why you decided to go see him after a frantic day at the office, driving through the city while dictating to your phone voice system what needed to be organised for your next day’s schedule. Easing him felt more important than taking a rest inside the inviting purple sheets of your bed, in your little and cosy apartment. After all, he always tries his best to not show negative emotions that could upset the people he cares about; it is just fair that you pay him the attention that he deserves. 

You lie next to him when you find him on his belly over the bed, holding his upper weight in his forearms as he checks his phone, at the end of it. His dark blue pyjamas contrast with the white duvet covering the bed and you take in the sight of him. A new Balenciaga you have never seen on him before but that looks just as good on him as any other piece of clothing. 

He looks at you tilting his head when you imitate his position, elbows at the end of the bed, one of them touching his and opening your stan twitter too, you kiss his shoulder when he looks at his phone again. Your twitter time-line is full of posts of him and you know he has given a glance to it because he chuckles, showing his pearls in between his hydrated full lips.

“You’re kind of obsessed with me, uh?” he says confidently, making you eye him sideways immediately. “I’m handsome, I get it.” he says with his particular wind-shield laughter, then shies out to his own words.

“What if I am? What will you do anyway?” you tell him in a mocking tone, meant to be a joke, keeping your eyes on the screen this time.

Suddenly, you feel his hand at the back of your thigh, trailing up under the purple skirt and you become immediately immobile, allowing him. His fingers take the curve btween your thigh and bittocks, slowly, and rubs them on your covered slit. His touch is teasing at the beginning, distractedly, while he acts as if he isn’t doing anything at all but then, they slide lower to rub your bud with an expert touch, knowing exactly what you like. His movements are followed by your gasp and his gaze falls on you, where he seems to take it as an invitation because the second after he is on top of you, making you feel his hardness on your sweet cheeks and hugging you from behind, kissing the back of your head as you try to keep your position and not give in to his weight. 

Kissing your shoulder and neck, he doesn’t say a word and you only respond to his pampering with little sighs, caressing his silky black hair by putting a hand up his nape. His upper weight finally buries you in the bed when he moves his hands to feel your breasts, massaging them as he rolls his hips against the place between your cheeks and your core, motivating a throaty moan that triggers him.

He stands with one knee at each side of your hips, still leaving his warmth imprinted in your sensitive skin, and you hear the rustle of clothes before you see his shirt fly over your head. You turn slightly to enjoy the view of his bare chest but when his hands go to the hem of his bottoms and he looks at you raising an eyebrow, you turn your head resting your chin over the edge of the bed, shying out. It only makes him chuckle again but doesn’t say a word, although you can guess what has gone through your mind. ‘Glad to fill that ego, love.’ you think.

You feel his digits on your waist as he reaches for the edge of your plain black crop top, to remove it with a little struggle, before making it fly next to his piece of clothing. Their warmth and careful touch moving underneath your skirt as he pulls the panties down to your ankles, moving to the top of the bed with his knees; only to throw them too. With his main obstacles gone, he leans over you again, putting his legs between yours making you part them to give him room and you feel his velvety hardness slide through the inner side of your thighs, when he positions himself closer to your body. 

You spread wider and roll your hips up, knowing exactly what is coming for you. You feel his tip as he pushes it past your already wet entrance, as if you were touching it with your hands, feeling every little detail of his form while he stretches your inner muscles with its thickness. He amends his position by placing his forearms closer to yours and you allow your forehead to meet the mattress, while trying to breathe as you keep feeling every inch of him being pushed inside of you. It feels like he is going to split you. Every single time. But feeling him like that is addictive.

After the initial struggle, when he is fully in, he starts moving and you swear an “Oh god,” in a strangled breath. His thrusts are slow, curated, letting you adjust to his bare and warm member. You can’t avoid gasping a moan when one of his hands clasps on your hip to push further in, making sure you are taking as much of him as you can. 

“Jin…” you mutter, after moaning through the back of your nostrils, hands gripping on white knuckles to the duvet.

“I just… I love how you feel.” he whispers in your ear, letting the need of you breathe out his tone. Then he pulls out and you complain with a low whine, looking behind to see him move to his knees on your sides again. He places a hand on your waist and pushes, indicating you to turn around to what you obey in a mess of relocating legs; moving one knee first, then the other, to place them between your legs as you turn. He then leans forward silently, looking at you in a way you have only seen counted times. Blinded by the lust, he pushes himself inside of you, fiercely, and you moan with the back of your throat without opening your mouth, hands pressing on his back to try to hold a grip to your sanity. 

He is already breathless, letting air in and out of his lungs frantically while he puts his arms underneath your shoulders to hug you, starting to pound. 

“Jin…” you mutter between his thrusts, making him slow down. “Are you… ok?” you question.

“I just missed you…” he replies, burying his head in the crook of your neck, while pushing himself deeper with a grunt, again. You drag your nails through his back making him groan in pain but it only motivates him to redirect his thrusts, to hit your spot.

He kisses you as if he wants to retain something from you in himself and you melt on him, allowing him to keep with his agonising pace, wrapping your legs around his waist as the sound of flesh against flesh fills the room. His lips go through your throat to the other side, marking a hickey in it; only for this one, to be cloned over and over until reaching your collarbones. 

There he rubs his nose, making you aware of his gaze from underneath your chin, until he pushes himself deep again, towering over you with his broad shoulders and making you scream his name. One of his big hands clasps over one of your thighs to assure his target, pressing his abdomen to yours, making you feel his strength. Making you close your eyes, lost in the pleasure.

There is no way to define time or how many times he has thrust inside of you, as it all feels somehow out of time-space. The two of you, a mess of moans, grunts and growls between the sounds of flesh and the wetness of sex. Really pouring yourselves in the fine act. 

You feel the orgasm build but when it hits you, it is unexpected. He acknowledges it with his own body by the way your walls grip and contract around him like a vice; the way a high pitched moan escapes your throat and the extra wetness against his pelvis. He doesn’t stop there, making sure to keep you in place as he keeps thrusting in such a way, when the pitch of the orgasm is over, a new one starts to build up.

"Jin!" you mewled, trying to push him off, feeling as if to die if another one hits you but it only makes him allow his weight over yours; chest against chest, only his hips doing the work. "Jin!" you plead but he keeps it going, using both hands to pull yours above your head, holding your wrists with only one and using the other to hold part of his weight.

"Just.. let me… please… you…" he says in between grunts. His sounds, his skin, his smell and the way his hips angle perfectly, details you'd missed by trying to fight him, all hit you at the same time. So does the orgasm. 

This time you bite his shoulder, trying not to scream for the whole neighbourhood and he goes off of you, spilling over your belly with a grunt. Holding himself above you with one arm, he pumps the rest of it as those sexy sounds keep escaping his throat. His closed eyes and the expression of pleasure, and exhaustion in his face, make you smile idiotically.

"Forgot… your king sized… condoms." you mutter in between breaths, as he falls next to you, letting out a little giggle. He only laughs tiredly as he leans forward to pick up some napkins from his nightstand, to clean you up. 

"I'm sorry." he says, pecking you lovingly. "I just really missed you." he adds while trying to bin the paper balls from his position, before leaning over to give you a breathy kiss. But all he’s done, tells you it is not just that.

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A/N: I'm restarting a schedule that I hope will be possible and will bring lots of content to this page.

I hope you enjoyed this bit of Seokjin 🤭 Let me know your thoughts. See you soon! ~

Thank you @abitjess for the beta 😊💜

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long hair yoongi my beloved