Bambam Vs Cheese

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[GOT7 REVIVAL] WEEK 6 ✧ Fav Photoshoot  ↳  JB for NYLON, 2020

Pillow Talk

Pairing: Sub!Jungkook x Dom/Fem!Reader

Genre: College/University AU, "friends" to lovers, smut

Summary: You caught Jungkook during an intimate moment.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: shy jk, virgin jk, mommy kink, masturbation (m), handjob, unprotected sex.

A.N.: I'm passionate when it comes to subby jk. 🤭

"Ahh... Fuck." Jungkook couldn't stop, it felt so good. He could finally feel something else than stress and pressure. As he rutted his hips against his folded pillow, he closed his eyes and he let out whiny moans out of his mouth. He felt lightheaded. Nothing could disturb him in this moment of pure pleasure.

It started mindlessly; he was laying on his stomach as he watched an episode of his favourite cartoon on his laptop. His belly lump was making him sad and upset, he needed to release his negative energy in some way. So he rubbed his dick against the mattress until it was engorged by blood.

He sneaked a hand down his sweats, palming himself through his boxers. He moaned into his pillow, cheek squished on the soft surface. He retracted his hand from his pants and his fingers came to grip on his sheets, hips rolling painfully against the bed.

When he turned his head on the other side, he looked at his other pillow and got an idea. He needed friction, more than just his mattress. His erection had to be enveloped by soft cushions. If he folded his pillow in half, it would form a perfect entrance for him.

That was what he did and now he was fucking it like a bunny in heat. "Uhh..." He let out a shaky breath, brows furrowed. He imagined his pillow being a hot wet pussy, his dick deeply buried in it. He could only guess what it would be like to fuck a woman; he never did.

Poor Jungkook, shy and introverted, stuttering each word he ever said to a girl. His cheeks were always red whenever they put their eyes on him, he couldn't help it, they intimidated him so much. They were kind to him, almost maternal sometimes and he could only be turned on by this behaviour. He liked how women were so caring with him, even though he couldn't say a sentence without his tongue tripping over his own words.

The veins on his arms were popping out as he held his pillow in place. "Aaah..." His voice cracked a little, going an octave higher. It felt so good, incredibly good. He'll have to clean his pillow case later, but it didn't matter. All he could wish for right now was to finally be touched or have the breasts of a woman in front of him so he could caress them delicately. He would be so delicate, so passionate about it.

He snapped his hips against the soft cushions, eyebrows furrowed as he focused deeply on his pleasure. "F-Fuuuck." His mind wandered somewhere it shouldn't, digging up old memories Jungkook swore to never think about again. They weren't bad souvenirs, quite the contrary... replaying them in his head, though, was wrong. Especially fantasizing about them.

He imagined you in your flimsy little white dress, too transparent to hide anything, too thin to hide your pink hardened nipples. He bucked his hips at that wonderful image, moaning at the tightness around his dick, deliciously wrapping it. He remembered the way your boobs jiggled when you laughed, a clear crystal laugh, so pretty it haunted his wet dreams.

Later that day, you gripped his bicep between your freshly manicured fingers, your nails slightly sinking into his skin. You were about to ask something, but instead you raised your eyebrows and looked at his arm. You squished it, feeling his muscles, and smiled beautifully. You complimented his body, telling him 'the little Jungkookie got bigger'.

He almost combusted in his shorts, gulping hard as he watched you walking away, your hips swinging from side to side gracefully. He jerked off to you that night. Hard.

You were Namjoon's friend, his roommate. He couldn't think of you like that, it was disrespectful, but damn it, how could he not. You were a woman, a pretty one, you got curves and all of that. And you were the only one he ever had a conversation with. A semblance of a conversation because Namjoon was there, but still, it was the longest he ever heard a woman talk to him.

He wondered what your pussy would look like, if it had large lips or not, if it was a shade of light or dark pink, if it was shaved or trimmed, maybe. Whatever how it looked, he would die to fuck it, to burry his dick in it. He really would.

He knew that you wore lingerie, white lingerie. He didn't know how often, but he knew that one time you did and it was enough to make him drill his dick in his folded pillow. He moaned and formed fist into the material, throwing his head back and hissing as he thought about that one time.

Namjoon threw a small party at their apartment and invited their friend group, including you. At one point, they were talking in the living room, but there was not enough place for you to sit. Then, Jimin suggested that you could sit on Jungkook's lap. You turned your head in his direction, all smiley, and approached him. He swallowed, trying to calm down.

You stayed on his lap for a long and insufferable thirty minutes where Jungkook was rock hard. It was painful and there was no way you didn't feel it, but you never got up. Close to him like that, he noticed the outline of your bra and panties. Your dress was short so when you stood up, he saw your pussy covered by white and laced underwear.

He tried to hide this image far, far away in a corner of his mind, but now, that was all he could think about as he humped his pillow like a horny teenage boy.

He was hypersensitive to each thrust, eliciting moans and whimpers from him. Yet, the sound of the front door opening didn't make it to his ears. The calls of his name neither, but maybe you should have spoken louder because how can that baby boy hear you through all of his cries?

"Jungkook, do you know where Namjoon put the USB key? He said-" You entered his room - literally breaking into his intimacy without a care as if you were his mother - and stood there, frozen.

The boy was fucking himself into the cushions of his pillow, his soft brown locks sticking to his forehead. You clenched your thighs, an involuntary reflex of seeing such a hot sight in front of your eyes. But then he stopped, startled by your unexpected presence. His face was livid, shame and fear written all over his cute features.

In utter distress, he shoved his pillow away and hid under his bed covers. Only his head was visible, nestled in his hands, his eyes probably scrunched shut by the embarrassment that was eating him alive.

"Fuck, fuck. I'm sorry." He apologized as if you weren't the one in the wrong for entering his private space without any warning. Jungkook didn't move a muscle, even though it was clear that he was tensed up, reasonably so.

His face was red, he was sure of it. What were the odds of you running into his room while he was masturbating and imagining dirty things about your body?

"No, it's okay." You said lowly, taking steps toward the bed. Jungkook glanced your way, your answer quite surprising. He felt horrible and you seemed just... fine, even glad. "I feel bad for interrupting you during such a... pleasurable moment."

He frowned, but your stare on him was too much. He turned his head to the opposite side, his heart beating faster in his rib cage. His erection was pressed down on the mattress and even though the situation would suggest a cockblock, he felt his dick pulsating harder.

The bed dipped when you positioned your knee on it, crawling slowly to Jungkook's shy form. His eyes widened, his mind going crazy at the thought of you in his bed. What were you doing? It looked like you wanted the moment to continue, you didn't seem repulsed by him, quite the contrary.

Your hand laid nicely on his back and his shoulders tensed up, you couldn't help but smile at that. "Kookie?" You called him, slipping your palm under the covers. His skin was hot, almost burning your fingertips. You ran your hand down his back, not too far, but enough to feel his spine. You went up, scratching his flesh with your nails in the process. "Answer me." You pouted, using your sweet voice.

"Yes?" He said in a breath, holding back the need to put your hand on his cock instead of his back.

Your hand traveled up to his head, passing your fingers through his silky brown hair. "Look at me, baby." You said gently again to not scare him or anything. The last thing you wanted was for him to reject you.

He did as you told him to, lifting his cute big eyes up on your face. You smile again, caressing his hair. You were wearing a long sleeve with a pleated skirt, an outfit he totally loved because it revealed your panties so easily, even though he looked away every time the air raised up your skirt.

"Can you sit up for me, Kookie?" He hesitated, what were you going to do? "Don't be shy, come on." Your voice was so gentle, he liked it so much. Each time he heard you talk, it soothed him and calmed him down.

He turned on his back, still covered by the bed sheets, and sat up on his bed. His chest was naked, fortunately for you. You checked him up, his abs nicely defined and his nipples a pretty shade of dark pink.

You got closer, bringing a hand to his chest. He tensed up again. "Shh, baby, it's only me." He looked at you then back in front of him. He took a breath, tensing down. "Good boy."

He blinked at the praise, your arms sliding around his neck. "Yn, I..." His voice came out shaky, stopping his sentence when your mouth was against his ear.

"It's okay, Kookie. I've wanted this for so long..." You whispered into his ear, sending shivers all over his skin. He closed his eyes, his lips apart as he tried to regain a normal breathing. "Don't you want it too?"

The words sounded unreal, you just couldn't want that, want him. Why would you when you could have any guy you wanted? Jungkook was inexperienced, no fun compared to them. But still, you were there, whispering seductively against his ear.

Nonetheless, Jungkook nodded, which made you smile and kiss his cheek softly. Your fingers dangerously moved down to his belly, reaching his crotch under the sheets and he let out an uncontrolled sob. You found him so cute and sensitive.

Despite his efforts to breathe normally, Jungkook's chest was going up and down faster. He swallowed hard, looking up at the ceiling, waiting patiently to finally feel your touch on his throbbing cock. "You're my little baby, Jungkook, aren't you?" You muttered against his cheek, your breath tickling his burning face. "You're mommy's baby boy, mh?"

While saying those words, you took his dick in your hand and his head flew backward, hitting the wall. "Ngh- Fuck!" You tightened your grip on his erection, watching him close his eyes and frown with his mouth slightly ajar.

You placed your hand on his forehead, moving strands of hair away from his eyes. You leaned down to peck his jaw, going slowly down to his throat where his Adam's apple was bobbing up and down each time he swallowed in a moan. You twisted your wrist, getting little hisses from Jungkook.

You let kisses all over his neck, some of your lipstick marking his skin, while slowly sliding up your palm to his tip. His bottom half was still hidden by the covers, though you could see what you were doing to the poor Jungkook from your point of view.

The boy couldn't stop shivering, his muscles all tensed up, but you knew he was feeling really good. His moans and whimpers were pretty much self-telling. "My pretty baby boy." You cooed, your lips trailing up and down his neck, never letting his skin alone. At this point, you were about to give him a love bite and the idea was very pleasing to you. "Does it feel better than your pillow? Hm, baby?"

Jungkook never thought he'd like to be babied nor even referring to yourself as mommy, but God... He was loving it, right now. "Mhmm." He nodded eagerly, his fists tightly gripping at his bedsheets as your hand ran over his cock with ease.

"Yeah, sure it does." Your free hand was snuggling in Jungkook's hair and your boobs were squished against his side. "Poor little cock. It never felt anything else than your pillow and your hand, am I right?" The contrast between your sweet voice and your humiliating words was so flustering to him.

"Yes, mommy-" The name slipped out of his mouth, almost like it was a reflex, a habit. Before he could think about it more, your hand's movements went faster. "Aaah! Fuck." He whimpered without any shame, this whole situation felt like a dream. Maybe he did dream about that exact scene before, but it was all really happening now.

You kept masturbating him as your other hand went down to your waist, pulling out your long sleeve from your skirt. You wanted to feel his touch too, it didn't matter if he didn't know what to do. So you took his hand that was the closest to you and sneaked it up under your top. This made him turn his attention to you, opening his eyes wide and watching you laying his hot palm on your tit. You weren't wearing a bra, so he immediately felt your hardened nipple.

"God, I- I..." He mumbled under his breath, his head going back in its previous spot against the wall. He spread his legs, wanting to feel more friction. His hand stayed on your boob, squeezing it harder as his pleasure got overwhelming. "Fucking fuck... Nngh..."

You felt his dick twitched and you understood he was close to his release. You fucked him harder and faster with your fist, but as Jungkook begun to cry louder, you stopped everything. You pulled the covers away from his cock and watched it throb angrily, the tip all red and sticky with pre-cum. You brought him to his edge without a single drip of cum coming out.

Jungkook was in pain and clearly frustrated as he whimpered. You caressed his inner thighs, kissing the lonely tear rolling down his reddened cheek as an apology. His hand dropped down from your chest, too tired to stay there.

"Does my baby boy want to fuck mommy's pussy?" You asked, hoping he'd say yes and just shove that big cock inside of you. His eyes sparkled, gaze locked on yours, pleading you with puppy eyes. He never thought he would literally lose his virginity to you. "Fuck me like you fuck your pillow, Kookie. Please." You whispered the last word next to his ear and he could have ejaculated right on the spot.

You backed away from him, resting on your knees beside his thighs. You tilted your head, waiting for a response, and then Jungkook nodded repeatedly. "I need words." You scowled him, but still with a soft voice.

"Yes, mommy. I want it." He answered in a breath, doe eyes on your figure, waiting patiently like a good boy for your next command.

"Come here." He was quick to follow your words, no longer ashamed of his nudity. His dick stood up proud against his tummy and you flicked your gaze down to look at it. You smiled, finding him so cute and needy. "Undress me."

His shaky hands reached the bottom of your top, pulling the material off your head. He was met with the beautiful sight of your boobs and his mouth flew open, admiration sparkling in his eyes.

"Come on." You urged him and he gulped, blushing. He circled your waist with his arms, tucking the zipper of your skirt down. He leaned down to pull it off of you as you helped him by lifting up your legs. Only your panties left, you laid down on your back, inviting Jungkook to get rid of the last piece of clothes.

He did so, looking back at your pussy. You hadn't shaved, a patch of hair crowning your crotch and he had to admit that he found you hotter with this detail revealed to him. He brought himself between your open legs, pussy lips begging to be parted and clit throbbing. You were wet, dripping wet from just giving him a handjob.

You took his cock in your hand, locking your legs around his hips. "Lean down on me, m'kay?"Jungkook nodded at your instruction, lowering his body on yours, his hands on each side of your waist. "Perfect. We'll take that here..." You brushed his tip through your folds and he hissed, frowning cutely. "And when you're ready, baby, you buck your hips into mine just like you would with your pillow."

He felt his cheeks heating up by the mention of him humping desperately his pillow. You walking on him was so embarrassing, but it had brought him between your legs, so he couldn't really complain.

"I'm- I'm ready." You were still holding his cock, but you let it go as he sunk his length into your pussy. He didn't expect you to moan, but you let out a beautiful sound past your lips while he entered you.

"Slow, baby, slow..." You warned him and you slid your hands up his muscular arms, settling them on his shoulders. "You're big... I need to get used to your size." This made him skip a breath, looking at you in the eyes, nodding. He had a big cock, according to you. This boosted his confidence for sure.

He slipped in gradually, letting your walls gently wrap around him. He moaned and cried, the feeling of being in a pussy totally new to him. It was hot, wet and tight inside of you and he couldn't believe he was finally having sex with a woman, with you. It was amazing.

His hips met yours and his thighs tensed up, restraining himself from exploding all over your insides. "I- Mommy..." He cried out and your heart stung at his pain, having the need to soothe him down. Poor little baby, it was so much difficult to hold himself like that, especially all edged up and buried in your cunt.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair, wanting nothing else but his pleasure. "Everything's fine, baby. Just let go. It'll feel good, I promise." You whispered to him.

He looked like he suffered when he bottomed up, going back down with a broken moan. "I'll cum, fuck." He fucked into your pussy as fast as he could, making your tits bounce on your chest and you couldn't keep in your moans. He was stretching you out deliciously, Jungkook's cock was the biggest you had ever taken.

He slammed his dick into you, his mouth spilling little 'uh uh uh' until he bucked his hips, staying still. He threw his head back, his erection twitching inside of you as you felt long strands of hot cum splattering your walls. He whimpering shakily, the veins on his arms popping out. When his head rolled back up, you noticed his eyes were watering and you found it endearing.

His hair was brushing his forehead and you cupped his face delicately, swiping your thumbs on his cheeks. "Did it feel good?" You asked, but you already knew what his answer would be.

"Yea- Yes..." He slumped down his body on you, your tits squished against his chest and his face snuggled in the crook of your neck. "Never came so hard, mommy."

You laughed softly, caressing his hair, sometimes scratching his head with your nails. "I know, baby." You cooed, hearing Jungkook little sniffs.

You didn't come, but it was okay. He didn't really know what he was doing, it was his first time after all. No need to pressure him, you'll get off later, remembering Jungkook's whimpers and the way he squirmed under your touch. You stayed in that position for some minutes, his cock softening into you.

You had to let go of him unfortunately, getting out of bed as you dressed back up. He laid on his back, watching your naked body that he touched, had sex with.

"Do you know where the USB key is? Namjoon said you'd know." You suddenly asked him, realizing that it was the reason why you came to his shared apartment in the first place. "It has our assignment on it."

"Oh, huh, yeah. It is in the first drawer of the furniture by the entry." You thanked him, putting on your skirt lastly.

You crawled on the bed next to him, pecking his lips and cheek. You backed away, smiling as you eyed the love bite you gave him. "I'll pick you up at 8 tonight. What do you think?" He seemed surprised at your proposition, his eyebrows raising up.

"Yes, of course." He gulped. Was this a date? How could it not be after what you've done...

"Great. Bye, baby. Have a good day." You left, leaving only your floral perfume behind.

Jungkook just gave you his virginity and he still didn't realize what it really implied. He was yours now.

I’m in love

OKAYYYYY. WOW. THIS IS MADNESS.

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Schooled aka Seokjin's revenge

A Vows drabble. Read the rest here.

Seokjin's fed up with the way Yoongi and his wife keep involving him in their shenanigans, so he decides to teach them a lesson.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Arranged marriage AU, smut

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, voyeurism

Kim Seokjin has spent a lifetime being a beautiful man. He’s never had any doubt about the way he looks, if what he sees in the mirror isn’t enough, all he has to do is walk out onto the street. He’s aware of the sidelong glances, the flattering double takes, sometimes the out-and-out staring. 

He’s aware of it all, and he’s not going to complain about it. In fact, he leans into it, weaponises it like he does all his other assets. He has a few. Seokjin’s never going to complain about the privileges his family money and his good looks have brought him. He’s never going to deny that life is unfair, that the deck is stacked in his favour. 

In some ways it’s grounding that he’s often surrounded by people of a similar ilk. His best friend is Min Yoongi, a sharply, devastatingly intelligent man with good looks and good fortune to rival his own. Yoongi’s always been a force to be reckoned with, from when he dabbled with being a basketball jock in high school, dropping panties and breaking hearts, to university, when he topped his classes and every beautiful person who turned his way. 

It’s strangely humbling to see Yoongi like this, reduced to the social adeptness of a half-witted neanderthal, by a woman who doesn’t even seem to be making any effort to do so. 

Seokjin tries hard to not roll his eyes as he watches the way Yoongi stares at his wife. In Seokjin’s head, he calls her the brat. Sometimes he does it to her face, mainly because he takes unholy pleasure in seeing the way the usually untouchable, unflappable  Min Yoongi visibly twitches when he hears Seokjin call her a brat. 

The brat looks at Seokjin, fresh from plotting whatever hell she’s plotting for Yoongi next. 

Seokjin waits. He can feel her eyes on his face, just as surely as she can’t feel the way Yoongi’s eyes never leave her face. 

‘Do you mind if I wait here in your office for a car, given my husband is too busy to give me a lift?’ she asks. 

Seokjin knows for a fact that Yoongi would drive her to the ends of the Earth if she ever asked. But he only knows it because he knows his friend. 

He’d never be able to guess it from the way Yoongi’s jaw tightens and he says nothing. 

They’re idiots. And because of them, Seokjin’s late to his afternoon appointment with a stunning and very effective physical therapist. 

‘Of course,’ Seokjin says, smoothly. ‘Would you like a drink whilst you wait?’

‘Oh I don’t want to be any trouble,’ she replies very formally. She throws Yoongi a sidelong glance as though she really can’t sense the way he’s glowering at her. 

‘See you at home, husband.’ 

Yoongi says, pointedly, ‘I’ll see you later, Seokjin.’ 

He turns away, and doesn’t see the flash of emotion in her eyes. It’s enough to make Seokjin almost soften towards her. 

Almost. 

He’s still annoyed at missing his appointment. 

‘I hope you don’t mind if I get some work done whilst you wait,’ he tells her. 

The brat looks at him. ‘I’ll wait downstairs, I only wanted to annoy him. I don’t really need to annoy you too.’ She laughs, a little. ‘Also, I left my purse and phone at home, I’ll have to walk.’ 

Seokjin’s exasperated. ‘You know Yoongi would have given you a lift. He’d have paid for a car.’ 

He only registers his scolding tone when he sees the way she’s subtly mimicking him. 

‘Stop that.’ 

‘Stop what?’ she asks, innocent. 

‘I’ll call you a car. I’ll put it on Yoongi’s tab,’ Seokjin says, unlocking his phone. 

‘I don’t like owing anyone anything,’ she mutters. 

‘You’d be doing me a favour by getting out of my hair,’ Seokjin replies. 

‘Your hair looks very shiny,’ she says. 

Seokjin knows she’s not flattering him, he did think that when he looked in the mirror this morning. Which reminds him. 

‘It’s my mother’s birthday tonight,’ he says. ‘I need to get a present. Maybe if you help me with a present idea we can call it even.’ 

‘I can do you one better,’ she says, brightening. ‘I’ve got a present you can give her. I’ll have it delivered to you once I get home.’ 

‘What is it?’ Seokjin asks. 

She almost looks offended that he has to ask. ‘It’s a pair of Qing dynasty jade earrings I picked up in Sotheby’s a few years ago.’ 

‘My mother loves jade,’ Seokjin says, intrigued. 

‘My mother did too,’ she says, eyes shadowed. Then she brightens again. ‘I’m sure your mother will love them.’

She pauses, then says, ‘I’m glad they’ll be going to someone who’ll enjoy them.’ 

‘You’ll have to let me pay you for them.’ 

‘It’s only money.’ 

‘Spoken like a true heiress.’ 

‘You act like you aren’t chaebol born and bred yourself, Kim Seokjin.’ 

Seokjin suddenly registers the way he’s standing over her, close. 

Their eyes meet. 

She tilts her chin to keep eye contact. 

‘Since you’re helping me out, I’ll help you,’ Seokjin says. ‘Yoongi cares more about you than he’ll admit to.’ 

‘He’s right outside,’ she replies. There’s a breathless quality to her voice Seokjin hasn’t heard before, not from her. He’s heard it from others though, he knows he’s a lot to take in, close up. 

‘Yeah?’ he asks. 

‘Yeah,’ she replies again. She’s staring at his lips. ‘But of course, it’s fine, because despite how close you’re standing, neither of us would do anything to hurt him, not like this.’ 

Seokjin lets his eyes rove over her lovely face, and for the first time in his life he’s tempted to take something that isn’t his. 

He can hear the door of his office opening behind him. 

She drops her gaze, to somewhere level with his shoulder. 

‘I’ll have the earrings sent over,’ she says. 

She turns away. ‘Hi husband, I was just thinking about you,’ she says, making it sound sarcastic. 

Yoongi murmurs something Seokjin doesn’t quite catch in that low voice of his. 

Seokjin turns just in time to see the way Yoongi’s hand lifts as if to touch her back as they leave together. He doesn’t touch, just drops it when he realises they’re still pretending to hate each other. 

Seokjin huffs out a breath, exasperated, then glances at his phone. Perhaps his physical therapist can free up a space later this afternoon. 

***

Seokjin watches the sun go down from Yoongi’s office as Yoongi paces a hole in the very beautiful Aubusson rug on his floor. 

‘Yoonseok won’t stop asking me when I’ll take her to see the family again,’ Yoongi growls. 

Seokjin examines his cuticles, bored. ‘Why don’t you just bone and leave me out of this.’ 

‘We are boning!’ says Yoongi furiously.

Seokjin sits up. ‘Wait. When did you start sleeping together?’ 

Yoongi just glares at him. 

Seokjin can’t stop the smile spreading across his face. ‘You mean, you’re sleeping together and she still won’t stop being a brat to you?’ 

He sits back. ‘I like her more and more every day.’ 

‘You’re supposed to be on my side,’ Yoongi says, sourly. 

‘I’m trying to stay out of this, but you won’t stop dragging me into it,’ Seokjin points out. 

‘She drags you into it too,’ Yoong points out. 

The memory of her pretty face tilted up to his and the mercifully brief, wild impulse to lean down and drag his lips across hers, sobers Seokjin. 

‘You’re both idiots,’ Seokjin settles for saying. ‘I’m not getting involved in any of this.’ 

Yoongi’s phone rings. 

Seokjin’s amused to note that he’s saved her as ‘Mrs Min.’ 

Yoongi stares at it. 

‘It’s just us here, you don’t have to pretend you hate her,’ Seokjin says, smirking. 

Yoongi throws him a murderous look and answers. 

Seokjin sees himself out. 

***

The incessant vibration of Seokjin’s phone is infuriating him. 

The breathless woman underneath him puts her hand on his chest.

‘Do you need to get that?’ she asks. 

Seokjin looks down at her gorgeous eyes and is very tempted to say ‘no’. 

‘Let me just see if it’s an emergency, I’m sorry,’ he says. 

It’s Yoongi. 

‘Are you dying?’ he asks, as soon as he answers. 

Yoongi laughs, sardonic. ‘I’m in hell.’ 

‘Well, hopefully Mr Lee will be able to find you to take you home,’ Seokjin says. ‘Good –’ 

Yoongi says, slurred, ‘I’m sorry. I’ll call Namjoonie.’ 

Seokjin looks regretfully at the bed, at the woman in it, waiting for him, and says, on a sigh, ‘Where are you?’ 

Yoongi’s still upright when Seokjin arrives to get him, just about. 

Seokjin takes the whiskey out of his hand and gulps it down himself. 

‘Come on, Yoon, let’s go home.’ 

***

Yoongi shuffles into Seokjin’s kitchen the next morning. 

Seokjin puts his phone away quickly, closing the message trail. 

‘I’ve made breakfast, Yoongi,’ he says, gesturing to the spread on the table. ‘Eat up.’

He resists the urge to say, ‘you’re gonna need it.’

Yoongi, predictably, goes straight for coffee.

It’s a good few minutes before his gravelly voice says, ‘thank you for getting me, Jin.’

‘It’s fine,’ says Seokjin, serene. ‘I’m meeting her again tonight.’

‘You can get away with a lot when you have a face like this,’ he reminds Yoongi.

Yoongi doesn’t crack a smile. ‘I don’t even know if any of this is worth it,’ he says. ‘Maybe we should just accept we aren’t compatible and call it.’

‘Sure, can I ask her out?’ Seokjin asks, sly.

Yoongi’s expression is blank but Seokjin can see the way his hands tighten around the coffee mug.

‘Shut up,’ Yoongi says, too busy denying his feelings to even remember who he’s talking to.

Seokjin hums.

Yoongi says, also predictably, ‘can you drop me off at home?’

‘Car’s round the front,’ Seokjin replies.

***

They’re a block from Seokjin’s office building when he says, ‘we need to stop by my office, I need to pick something up.’

Yoongi grunts, having lapsed into a hungover silence that feels contemplative to Seokjin. He hopes his friend is in a philosophical mood for what’s to come.

As the elevator doors open, Seokjin steps back smoothly. 

‘Ah I forgot my phone in the car. You go on up,’ he tells Yoongi. 

He has just enough time before the lift doors close to see Yoongi look up in surprise at his bratty wife, already in the lift.

Seokjin heads straight to the security office, where Minseok, his head of security, is waiting.

Minseok gestures to the cameras, aligned to give a crystal clear line of vision to the couple now trapped in the lift, somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floors. 

Seokjin takes the microphone. 

‘Good morning, Mr and Mrs Min, it’s your beloved friend Seokjin. I’ve organised for both of you to be trapped in this lift so you can spend some time working out your problems, without involving me. You’ll be here a while, so you might as well talk to each other. I’ll be back in a few hours, or whenever either of you looks like you’re about to pee in the lift.’

He watches with satisfaction as the brat turns straight to Yoongi, no doubt berating him about his choice in friends.

Yoongi crosses his arms and stares straight into the camera. He lifts his hand, middle finger up. 

‘Don’t be rude, Yoon, I rescued you out of that bar last night when you were drinking yourself to oblivion pining after your beloved wife.’

Yoongi’s mouth thins into a line, and he mouths a very clearly enunciated ‘fuck you’ to Seokjin. 

‘Why don’t you fuck each other instead?’ asks Seokjin, sweetly. 

He sees the way her mouth drops open. 

‘I’ll be back later,’ Seokjin says. ‘Enjoy!’

***

Seokjin heads up to his office to watch how things play out as he catches up on some work.

At first, Yoongi and the brat seem to be talking, arms crossed, mirrorring each other in their tenseness. 

It’s somewhere after the first half hour that they seem to realise they can sit down. Seokjin watches, amused, as the brat pointedly takes the opposite corner of the lift to Yoongi, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Seokjin’s not sure when they start moving closer together, but by the end of hour two, they’re sitting next to each other.

It’s somewhere around hour three that Seokjin notices the way Yoongi’s thigh is pressing against the brat’s, the way his hand is braced on his own thigh but splayed so his fingertips touch her skin.

Seokjin looks up from an email just in time to see Yoongi mouth, ‘fuck it,’ and turn, pulling the brat into his lap. 

Like this, Seokjin can see the back of Yoongi, and he has a clear, mostly unobstructed view of the brat’s face.

Kim Seokjin’s always been one to recognise beauty when he sees it, and the brat is beautiful in her pleasure.

And shit, she looks pleasured.

Seokjin has a half thought that he ought not to be watching this, that he should leave them to their privacy, then the brat turns to face the camera directly. It’s almost like she can see him, her eyes are so knowing.

Her lips curve in what can only be described as a smirk, but part soon after, as Yoongi’s hand moves under her skirt. 

Her mouth falls open, and Yoongi slides a hand around her neck, pulling her closer. 

Seokjin watches as her thighs tighten around Yoongi’s torso. 

She’s wrapped around him, grinding on his lap.

Her fingers weave into Yoongi’s hair, long lately like it was when he and Seokjin were in college together. She tugs Yoongi’s head back, and he kisses down her neck in response.

Yoongi slips a hand under her sweater, over her breast, and her fingers tighten in Yoongi’s hair.

Seokjin can’t hear her, but he can see the way her lips form Yoongi’s name.

Dimly, he realises that his own cock is hard, pressing against his slacks. He strokes a hand over his length, trying to take the edge off.

Her lips part again over Yoongi’s name, her eyes close, and her back arches, pressing her into Yoongi.

Fuck it.

Seokjin draws his aching cock out of his slacks. He gives himself a pump, two, shivering at the pleasure of it.

There’s more positioning between the couple in the lift, an unmistakeable movement, one Seokjin’s experienced himself many times with many partners.

The brat brings her hips back, smiles prettily at Yoongi, and starts to lower herself down into his lap.

Seokjin knows the exact moment Yoongi’s in all the way. He can see how his hands have shifted, how they’ve gone from touching, stimulating, to just holding her against him.

Shit, shit, shit, the brat’s so fucking pretty when she’s full of cock.

Seokjin’s hand stills, but he can’t stop now, not when the brat looks like Yoongi’s fucking her so good she’s about to lose it.

Her hands pull hard at Yoongi’s hair, her eyes squeeze shut, and Seokjin can see her mouth the words, ‘I’m cumming,’ so clearly he can almost hear her voice.

Seokjin groans as he spills into his own hand, tugging his own cock furiously, milking every last bit of pleasure, imagining it’s her on the end of his cock. 

By the time he looks up again, Yoongi and the brat are holding each other. He can’t see Yoongi’s face, but he can see the dazed, smitten expression on her face, clear as day.

Seokjin clicks off the screen and goes to get cleaned up.

***

When the lift doors open, Yoongi’s got his arm around the brat protectively. 

‘Enjoy the show, Seokjin?’ Yoongi asks, dryly, but he doesn’t sound particularly bothered that his best friend just watched him fuck his wife. In fact, he sounds, almost…. smug?

The brat’s a different story. Seokjin can almost feel the warmth radiating off her face from where he’s standing.

She turns into Yoongi’s chest, and Seokjin sees the look of pleasure on Yoongi’s face before he smooths it over to his usual neutral expression.

‘I’d appreciate if you didn’t try to drag me into your disagreements in the future,’ Seokjin says, sternly.

‘I’m sorry,’ says the brat, demure considering Seokjin’s just seen her cum on her husband’s cock.

‘That’s fair,’ Yoongi allows.

‘Great. I think I’ve made my point,’ Seokjin says.

He waves his phone. 

‘I’ve got a copy of the footage,’ he informs them.

Yoongi cocks a brow at him. 

‘The only copy. I’ve had the original footage destroyed,’ Seokjin tells them.

Yoongi says, ‘how much?’

‘Not for sale,’ Seokjin replies, matter of fact.

The brat steps forward. Her eyes meet Seokjin’s.

‘Enjoy,’ she says. 

Then she turns, takes Yoongi’s arm and leads him away.

Neither of them look back. 

©hamsterclaw 2022

cinnamon bliss ● bonus chapter ● 002: mistletoe kisses

➬ Subtitle | Cinnamon Bliss: bonus chapter 002 — mistletoe kisses

➬ Summary | Christmas comes early this year in Cinnamon Bliss, and you welcome its warmth with open arms, just as you had welcomed the new presence of love in your life. For the first time after so long, you no longer feel the cold despair of winter piercing through your heart. Not when he fills the void and all the crevices with his warm love. This year, you promise to be nice to him and return the favour, only to find that he is determined to make it into this year’s naughty list. And he is going to make sure that you will be there to join him.

↳ Pairings | Seokjin x reader ↳ Genre | Single Dad!Jin, Cafe Owner!reader, Fluff, Smut ↳ Ratings & Warning | +18 / M for Mature; mention of alcohol consumption, mention of past trauma, naughty Seokjin, lots of kissing, making out, minor food play, teasing, explicit smut/sex scenes, including: public sex, sensory play, rough sex, unprotected sex, breast play, breast fondling, groping, clothed foreplay, clothed sex, nipple play/biting, fingering, masturbation (solo, both female and male, minor), clit play, light bondage/restraint, implied creampie ↳ Word count | 10,6k words (I have no idea how this happened, sorry) ↳ Cinnamon Bliss: series masterpost | Main Masterlist ↳ Author/Posting date | @yoonia​ / Dec 8th, 2022

↳ Author’s note | This piece has been sitting in my draft for a long time. I didn’t want it to waste and I was missing these two a lot after some people keep mentioning the story, so I figured it would be the perfect timing to share it now to celebrate Jin’s birthday (even if it’s a few days late. I’m sorry, Jin). If you’re familiar with my other fics (especially the ones involving Yoongi), you might be able to find the easter egg that I hid within this story. Consider it my surprise gift for you. Have fun reading!

The sound of the cold wind blowing outside of your shop fades just as the front door closes. The jingle sound of the bell hanging above the door as it falls shut seems to echo a bit louder than normal across the seating area before everything falls silent.

In the past, this silence would have felt so deafening that it would bring you nothing but sorrow. The cold winter would have been piercing through your heart right the moment you were left on your own, and it would have become the reason why you were searching for solitude right here in your back kitchen during those winter nights, hoping to find warmth from your running ovens and the joy of creating your baked goods.

But everything is different this year.

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