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Catharsis: Jin

Ca-thar-sis - the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

Rating: 18+/Explicit

Genre:  BDSM. Smut. Established Relationship. D/s Relationship.

Pairing: Hard Dom!Jin x Reader [’Pixie’]

Warnings: D/s relationship. Hard! Dom Jin. Spanking. Choking. Reckless Blowjobs. Tears. Degradation. Excess Saliva. Squirting. Anal Play. Anal Orgasm. Fingering. Biting. Orgasm Denial. Overstimulation. The reader is a Masochist—use of toys. Plot if you squint.

Word Count: 5.7K

A/N: Uhm. Whew. I may or may not do a whole series with all the boys. Thanks to the @thebiasrekkers​ for beta and sweating on this one. Also big thanks to @taetaesbaebaepsae​ for the content check. Also, please remember that everyone’s definition of hard/soft varies in the realm of BDSM. What that entails is always between the Dom/Domme and their Sub. This is an established long-term relationship where the Dominant can read his Sub’s body and reactions to stimuli. You will note that the Dominant asked for consent to proceed with the session. Please be safe. Please know your limits. Please talk with your partner for a complete understanding with any kind of play.

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“I think this is the best option that we have right now, ma’am.” A board member smirked, “I assure you we have everything under control. You should just let us han-” He didn’t get a chance to finish before she pinned him with a hard gaze. 

“Gentlemen, let me remind you of one thing. I’m in charge. This is my firm. The best option is the option that I feel will mitigate greater loss.” The older men seemed to bristle as she clasped her fingers in front of her. “Now, I don’t understand why we keep having to revisit the conversation every fucking time I want to make a change to the status quo.” 

There was a soft shuffle of movement as Jin laid thick manila folders in front of each member. He was impeccably dressed, and his very presence seemed to further add to the tense atmosphere. She leaned back in her seat as Jin stepped forward, one hand placed casually in a pocket.

“Gentlemen of the esteemed board,” He offered a soft smile, “in front of you are the progress reports for the entire year. Our current proposal follows that based on future projections from these progress reports.” The flicker of paper seemed to run in a staccato of his speech. 

staccato of his speech. 

“Seokjin. While I know you’re one of the brightest minds in the field,” another member spoke up with an almost exasperated sigh, “…you must understand that we’ve used these contacts for a long time. We are comfortable with the results. Maybe you can get Madam CEO to see reason, surely?” 

Jin’s gaze slid down to the woman next to him, vibrating with rage—with the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The slight purse of her lips allowed thin streams of air to fill her lungs. The flare of her nostrils, the quiver of her eyeballs as she managed to keep her temper under control. 

It stirred something deep inside his gut. His gaze narrowed as he willed the quick flicker of lust to cool. She was so beautiful in this state, a raging fire that would incinerate everything in her path. A weaponized force is only able to be wielded by the worthy. He saw her take a deep breath, the flutter of her lashes against the dusky apple of her cheek. He swallowed thickly before clearing his throat, “Madam.” 

“Jin, I will not kowtow to these fools!” She refused to look at him. She refused to back down from this fight. She refused to lose the ground she had gained after years in that chair. 

The board members shuffled, uneasy, in their seats suddenly. “Madam, please.” She tensed briefly at the tone. Her heartbeat against her rib cage like it wanted to escape. It was a long moment before she gave Jin a sidelong glance. There was a thick swallow as she noted the look in his eyes. 

Shit.

She exhaled, “Fine. I’ll leave it in your capable hands, Seokjin.” There was a brief slide of her chair against the floor. A flick of the wrist, she spied the time, “I can handle my next meeting without you.” There was the briefest flicker of irritation in her gaze before breezing past him. She didn’t give that table a second glance as the door clicked upon her exit. 

The tension seemed to grow upon her exit. All eyes turned to Kim Seokjin as he stared at the closed door. He exhaled softly before lowering himself into that chair. His body was absorbing the warmth she left behind. The older men waited in heavy silence as Jin dropped one leg over the other. An exasperated sigh as he pushed the fringe of his hair back.  

The motion caused the board members to shuffle again in their seats. It was as if he’d become a whole other entity with the hair pushed back from his face. The thin wire glasses were pinched from the bridge of his nose, stashed into an inner jacket pocket.

“Gentlemen.” A hand twirled in the air as he addressed them. “I’m going to make one thing glaringly clear.” He steepled his fingers in front of his face. His gaze was dark and menacing. “What Madam CEO wants? She gets it. It’s been her vision that has garnered the current reputation and financial yields you’ve all enjoyed.” His gaze slid over each face present. “Now, I don’t know how to get it into your feeble minds that you don’t run this show, but you don’t.” He smirked, leaning his head against his hand.

“I do.” His eyebrow lifted with the bold statement. “She sets the plan. I drive the ship. So, for the last fucking time? Do not make me lighten our cargo load. Because I can - no, I will make it extremely difficult for you. I’m not taking over. I’m not telling her to go against her gut.” The delicate flicker of his fingers as he waved them off. “Do not upset her again. This is the first and last time I will say this.” 

There were mouths slightly agape at what was said. Some knew better and were satisfied with the shock from their counterparts. It was an absolute known fact that Seokjin and the CEO were a thing. Some people had, at one point, tried to use that against her - to disastrous results. People didn’t understand who Seokjin was, the power and connections he had. They learned quickly to keep their noses out of their business. 

Within minutes, the boardroom was empty, and he was alone with his thoughts. The lights in the room dimmed with the lack of movement. Bathed in darkness, his hand wanders to the semi-hard on pulsating beyond his zipper. She had looked so fierce at that moment - he was so fucking proud. That unwavering stare, the slight elevation in her heart rate, and that defiance. His tongue slipped along his bottom lip as he pushed to stand. Glancing at his watch, he figured she should be wrapping up the last meeting for the day. Employees bowed to him as they exited for the day. His soft knock on a set of double doors was answered by a soft grunt from inside 

“We should get going.” He said softly. The only answer was an exasperated huff of air and the constant scribble of a pen on paper. Seokjin loosened the tie knotted too tightly against his neck. She didn’t hear him approach while she was lost in her thoughts - still simmering in that rage. 

She wanted to ignore him and live in the heat of the blood boiling in her veins. Her body was tense, locked, and rigid until she felt his fingers tucked under her chin. “Seokjin, I’ll leave when I’m rea-” Her words cut with the forceful turn of her head. The hard brown of her eyes was full and softening as Jin cut her off. 

“I said we’re leaving.” She felt a quiver in her thighs. She felt small in His shadow. The hair pushed back from his face, the smooth planes of his forehead visible, giving him an ethereal look. “Now.” 

“Yes, Sir.” The reply was automatic, her body relaxing into the hold, leaning forward slightly as his fingers pulled away. Calmly, she stacked papers onto a corner of the desk. She grabbed her purse and joined him at the door. He offered his elbow for her to link her arm through. 

A long silent drive home left her full of trepidation. She thought over the events of the day and knew she’d crossed a line. One line they had agreed not to pass at work. It was a part of their synergy, after all. She plowed through things like a bull in a china shop. She could be stubborn, reckless, and unyielding. He would remind her to calm her fiery instincts - and she would listen. He knew when she was doing too much - and today?

 She did too much. She let those old fools get under her skin - resulting in an unsightly display. 

The digital lock clicked as Seokjin entered, stepping aside so that she could follow. She stepped out of her shoes, hung her purse, and took her spot. The tension still riding her left her with stiff posture. 

“Tsk, tsk.” Jin admonished, stepping out of his shoes. “Look at you, my little Pixie.” She could feel that gentle drag of his fingers along her arm. He noted the goosebumps that rose along her skin. “So, tense.” His voice a delicate whisper against the shell of her ear. “So disobedient.” Those fingers trailed against the nape of her neck, reaching in before tugging at the root. “And you know what happens to disobedient little sluts, right?” He spoke between clenched teeth. 

She gasped as her head tugged at an unnatural angle; the pain caused a rush through her system. It was the price paid for answering one millisecond too slow. He could see the pulse throbbing in her neck. “I hate when you let others have power over you, Pixie.” His nose pushed into the crook of her neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. “That’s a right reserved for someone, isn’t it?” She nodded weakly. “Who?”

“You.” He tugged harder. “Sir! You, Sir. Just you.” There was the prickle of sweat beading on the tip of her nose. He ripped the blouse from her shoulders, the bite marks on her shoulder were varying shades of red and purple. He found a flawless bit of skin near her shoulder - and he bit down again.

She made a sound in the pit of her throat, melting into his embrace. He dragged his teeth and tongue along the column of her neck,  teeth sinking into the lobe of her ear. “And you’re still thinking about it now, aren’t you?” His hand loosened in her hair, pulling the shirt from her shoulders. He stepped in front of her, looming tall, one hand flicking the clasp of her bra. A finger tipped her face upward, his lips brushing against the side of her face. “Aren’t you?” His teeth snapped near her ear.

Her body began to tremble, skin flushed. Seokjin stepped back, taking note of her progress. There was visible irritation that crossed his face causing her eyes to fall to the floor again. 

“Strip.” He stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt. She knew he was displeased; she took her time clumsily, stumbling out of her clothing. Naked, she clasped her hands in front of her. He made another irritated sound, jerking his thumb toward the bedroom. “Position.” 

She felt like a baby giraffe stumbling to find her footing while scrambling toward the bedroom. Panting, she closed the door with a gentle click. She had mere seconds to find herself. She knew that if she chose anything too light. It would make things worse. But she did not want light - the tension from work was riding her so hard. She knew what she needed - knew what she wanted. There was a sizable ornate armoire with multiple drawers, multiple modes, and routes the desired result. A few items from each drawer were plucked and placed on the large four-poster bed. 

She managed to use the Tossa jute hemp rope to make hasty double column tie knots along her abdomen. It was a little more challenging to get the line to flex under her breasts. Her fingers were trembling as the sudden plod of footsteps approached the door.

“I’m coming in, Pixie.” The doorknob softly clicked as she dropped to her knees. Jin leaned against the doorway clad in a pair of silk pajama bottoms. She could imagine the flex of his biceps as he crossed his arms, the up tilt of his lips as he smirked. His gaze locked to the top of her head before sliding to the assortment of tools for the evening.

There was a slight furrow in his brow as he turned back to her. “Pixie, are you sure about this?” There was no hesitation in the rapid nod. “It’s been a while since we’ve gone this hard.” He entered, walking past her to let his fingers tickle the ridges of a rather sizable anal plug. He knew his little trooper could handle it. She risked a glance upward, following the narrow of his hips up to the broad flare of his shoulders. 

“Tell me, Pixie.” He cast a sidelong glance over his shoulders. Their gazes locked as she held her breath. “Tell Sir the magic word.”

She took a deep breath through her nose. She felt the tension bubble in her muscles, a thin stache of sweat above her quivering lip. “I consent - Hummingbird.” Jin felt electric tingles journey across his skin. 

“What’s the safe word, Pixie?” He grabbed the hooded mask crumpled on the bed. A deft turn had him looming above her. 

“Pixie Stick.” 

“Good girl. When do you use your safe word?” He knelt in front of her, pulling the mask over her face, drenching her world in darkness. 

“When it’s too much.” She spoke in a shuddering whisper. “Wh-when I don’t feel safe.”

“Good girl.” He knelt in front of her, checking the stability of the self-tied knots. He made an appreciative sound as he tightened them even more. She sucked in a breath with a slight increase of pressure near her ribs. Her spine straightened as the rope cradled her breasts, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin. Her toes flicked against the carpet as he bound her wrists. 

A faint light attempted to penetrate the dark hood over her face. Open mouth pants, the threading pulse, and fidgeting - Jin paid attention to everything. “Stand.” Her head turned toward the sound of his voice as she willed her legs to move. She knew that any second longer than a reasonable response would yield some sort of punishment.

“Arms.” He put his hands on his hips as he circled her. She raised her arms above her head to the sound of a click. Another rope tugged at her wrist, stretching her upward with her feet flat on the ground.

Jin grabbed the anal plug slathering it in warm lube. “Bend.” She was able to slide her body forward so that her ass presented to him. Lubed fingers brushed against her puckered entrance. His finger ghosting in faint circles, causing her clit to throb. She clenched around, nothing wanting sensation. “Relax.” Smack! The slap on the right ass cheek caused her to gasp. The fluttering of her asshole nearly pulled his finger inside. “Relax, Pixie. You know I need to prepare you.” He scolded, finger still rubbing lube around that hole and down the length of her ass. 

One finger inserted.

Her toes curled, a sigh of almost relief, as he finally gave her something. He was inside up to the knuckle. She chewed on the meat of her bottom lip, pushing against the finger. Smack! The slap on the left ass cheek had her locked around his finger. 

Two fingers inserted to the knuckle. 

There were whimpers, whines, and shifting as she fought for control. She wanted to move, tried to fuck herself into oblivion on the slender digits assaulting her insides. Jin murmured to her as he scissored her open. He could hear the sticky residue of her slick every time her thighs rubbed together. And each time she shifted, it earned her a slap on the ass. The skin was warm and red, to the point that the scrape of his nails caused her to shudder. 

Three fingers inserted past the knuckle. Jin flexed his fingers, dragging them in and out of her slowly. The prickle of goosebumps, the hardening of her nipples, and the way her pretty mouth hung open ready for something to fill it. 

“Look at you, my good little slut. Do you feel my fingers, hmm?” He’s positioned behind her, leaning against her back to whisper into her ear. “Feel all three of my fingers in this greedy hole of yours?” There are only whimpers in response. She could feel the massive outline of his cock rubbing between the crease of her ass. The jolt of sensation had her hips shifting back even more. “That’s right, Pixie. Take my fingers just like that.”

Her mouth partly agape as she rocked back, pushing him deeper inside. Smack! Smack! Two quick slaps, one to each ass cheek, had her toes curling. Jin yanked his fingers free, placing the head of the anal plug against her. There were two ridges to pass before full insertion, and the first one passed by quickly. He watched that hole clamp as he pushed toward the second ridge. Smack! Smack! Two more slaps distracted her as the second ridge disappeared inside of her. “Tsk, look at this. No resistance at all. I could probably put two in this slutty little hole, couldn’t I?” She answered with a broken moan as he pushed the plug in the rest of the way. The flat black base suctioned to the lube covered skin.

Jin stepped away to admire his work, the slight imprint of hand and fingers from slapping the skin. It was a heated shade of red, scatterings of goosebumps, and the faintest flush covering her body. He grabbed the remote, turning it onto the lowest setting. It was more of an irritation than anything; a vague sensation that, after a while, teased but never let you fall over the edge. It was a long, drawn-out, push to ecstasy.

She whimpered, pushing her hips outward until she was nearly bent over. Jin slapped her ass, causing her posture to correct. “Don’t. Move.” He tutted the slip up as he surrounded her again. “You want sensation, Pixie? I can oblige.”

Her lips quivered at the seemingly generous offer – but she knew better. She could barely hear the shuffle of an object across the floor. “Straight, Pixie.” She rose until her arms were above her head again. She felt something slip between her legs; the feel of fresh leather tickled her inner thighs. She knew what this was, and her body trembled visibly. “Straddle.”

She waited one second too long before long fingers wrapped around the column of her neck. The air cut for just a quick minute before forcing her downward. Her mind was fuzzy with that timid vibration inside of her. Her inner thighs were sticky, smearing slick all over the leather-bound seat. “Straddle, Pixie.”

She licked the thin sheen of sweat above her lip before sliding up the length of the Sybian. The cold surface was causing her to pant.  “Forward, slowly now.” She could hear the amusement in his voice. Jin pushed down on her shoulders, adding his weight, so her cunt lips spread.  Dragging her clit against the leather before he lifted her, quickly, letting her hover over the plastic nub attachment. He placed two fingers against her lips, “Suck.” She obliged, eagerly, letting her tongue slide against and between his fingers. She made sure to push all the spit she could muster onto the length of his finger. So much so that a glimmering trail arced away from her lips.

Jin’s fingers pressed down the length of her body until they reached her pussy. Spreading the lips as that plastic nub barely slipped inside of her. Muscles burning with the attempt to hold the position – he made matters worse, tapping her clit mercilessly. Her body clenched on the probe in her ass. Her body in a flux pushing against the probe, thrusting into the rhythmic tap against her lip, and wanting to impale herself on that vibrating attachment.

Jin watched her hips rotate as he activated the majority of her erogenous zones in one go. He pushed her down onto the plastic nub, tall enough to just reach the little wet spot inside of her. Jin had to lick his lips at the thought of her pussy convulsing around him.

Soon.

He grabbed the remote for the Sybian activating a strong pulsating wave of vibration. The anal plug vibration turned up to the next level while he leaned down to capture her nipple between his teeth. Those two fingers still tapping in time with the pulse of the fuck machine. Her jaw went slack only two minutes into vibration.

“Are you going to cum, Pixie?” He observed her, the speckle of goosebumps, the quiver in her thighs. “Tell Sir, are you going to cum?” He rubbed against her clit harder.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! This one wants to cum!” She shrieked to his amusement. There was a shameless swivel of her hips as she clenched, clamped, and rubbed against the leather. It felt like a tornado was building in the pit of her stomach.

“Do you have permission to cum, Pixie?” Jin asked almost inquisitively.

She cried out as he pulled her off the vibrating nub. His hands clenched against her scalp, a fist full of hair as he bent her backward. “Do you have permission?” His teeth snapped as he tugged.

“N-No! No, Sir.” She received three rapid slaps to each ass cheek for her response.

“That’s right. You did not. Sit.” He guided her until she hovered above the furiously vibrating attachment. She tilted her head at the change in sound. Did he turn it up? She whimpered as the nub poked at her entrance again. He pushed her down, hands on her shoulders to make sure her lower half was fully connected.

Her thighs violently shook as she tried to hold that orgasm at bay. It was impossible; the saddle-like contraption was quaking at the maximum level vibration. She kept trying to shift her hips backward – only to engage the anal plug vibration. Moving forward, drove her clit onto a textured surface.

“Don’t you dare cum, Pixie,” he whispered in her ear. 

And that was her undoing – the first orgasm hit her like a mack truck. The force of it nearly lifted her off the plastic nub. . Her body bent backward, letting the rope hold her weight as her body convulsed. The second orgasm hit, and she went rigid, her body snapping forward as her abdominal muscles tightened.  

The third orgasm hit, keeping her stiff as she fought to keep her sanity. Jin turned up the vibration on the anal plug spurring her into a fourth orgasm – a lewd wet sound echoed as she squirted against the intrusion. The walls of her pussy felt like they were rippling, and the waves spread across her body.

“That’s right, let me hear you, Pixie.” Jin stood back, watching her crumble. There was something sexy above the battle waging in her body. Does she slide backward against the butt plug vibration? Does she slide forward onto that textured plate with her clit grinding against the grooves? Or does she center her weight, letting that nub vibrate harder against her g-spot? His eyes were dark, hooded, and lust-blown as he palmed the girth of his cock against the silk of his pants. Precum dribbled out, causing that wet spot to grow even darker.

The persistent stimulation had her legs locking against the side of the machine. Juicy noises as the vibrations fluttered the slick dripping down the surface of the leather. She screeched when the sensation became too much. Jin pulled the rope to lift her body from the contraption. “Look at this mess!” He laughed. Her body jerked and trembled as the very air assaulted her. “I didn’t teach you to be this messy, Pixie.”

The slack in the line let her stumble to her knees. There was not a moment of reprieve when she felt hands on the back of her neck. Her nostrils filled with her essence as her face pressed against the moist leather. “Clean it up.” Her tongue slithered out in broad strokes to sop up her orgasm. Jin’s abdomen tightened as he watched the beautiful pink of her tongue pick up every bead of moisture.

Jin released her while steadily working his cock in short, teasing strokes. A hissing breath sucked in between his teeth with one hard pull. He reached down to pull her up by her hair. He leaned in to let his tongue move against the sticky residue on her lips and chin. He met her moan by sticking his tongue between her lips. She sucked vigorously, passionate pulls against that long muscle had his cock twitching again.

“You taste so fucking good, Pixie,” Jin purred against her mouth. “I should reward you.”

He turned up the vibration on the anal plug again. A long, salacious moan into his chest was the thanks he got. She was gulping for air, her body stirred up in sensation again. Her breasts jiggled as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm that just wouldn’t come. He tucked his fingers into the rope, knotted against her solar plexus, and gave a gentle push.

 Her balance fucked due to over stimulation, she fell back against the bed too easy. The pressure of laying on her back made her hyper-aware of the anal plug vibrating away inside of her. Her toes still digging into the ground as the click and whir of something else made her tilt her head.

The sound of a drill locking caused her to stop moving. Jin stood at the foot of the bed, watching her gyrate her lower off. The puffy, pink, and glistening space of her pussy made him lick his lips. He slapped her inner thigh, once – twice – three times. He watched her attempt to curl and escape as he pushed her legs to bend at the knees.

Jin tilted his head as he licked the tip of the dildo in his hand. He made lewd, loud sucking noises that caused her to focus. She turned her head in that direction, the hood barely letting any light filter through. But she knew that sound – it was familiar. She whimpered because she knew what he was doing – could almost imagine it.

Jin made sure to drool all over the soft veiny surface of the fake cock. The dick left his mouth with an obscene pop before he lined it up with her body. The toy stretched her wide, made her full.  He licked his lips as he put the drill into forwarding motion. The drill-do had become a favorite toy for them, honestly. If she was ever too impatient, it was easy to lube up one of many drill attachments for a quick release.

But now? Jin’s trigger finger had that bit stuck in an agonizing pace. He could see the cream building on the attachment with each soft drag of the dildo inside of her. “Look at you, I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He slapped her inner thighs again as she clenched down on the toy. He turned up the vibration on the anal plug again – and this time, there was no ignoring it. The wave was too powerful to ignore, no longer an irritating buzz. That, coupled with the vibrating twist of the drill-do, caused her body to shake again.

Then to add insult to injury? Jin leaned down to purse his lips around her abused clit. The sound that she made caused his cock to leak. It was a sound between mania and euphoria. The world was white behind the dark of that mask. Her body convulsed as her mind went blank. Drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she twitched into a howling orgasm. Her head whipped back and forth as the speed of the drill assisted toy pounded into her g-spot. Her wrists contorted against the rope, causing the skin to redden as she pulled. Jin pressed his hand down on her abdomen to keep her still as his tongue ran circles around that oversensitive nub.

He could feel her body quivering beneath his hand as she came. The motion so strong it forced the toy from inside her ravaged pussy. There was a strong spray of wet orgasm against his chest as the toy plopped out. It splattered against his pectorals and chin, his tongue flicking out to catch it. The drill powered toy fell to the ground as he scrambled out of his pants.

A low growl rumbled his chest as he pushed her body further onto the bed. He yanked the mask off her head to see her eyes rolling back into her head. She was incoherent as he raked his fingers across her torso. There was nothing in her world but him when the light no longer obscured her vision. He slapped at her breasts as he rubbed her essence along the length of his cock.

 She placed her feet on his thighs, tilted her hips up to accept him. He thumped her clit with the angry head of his cock. He spat down between their bodies before pushing inside of her. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slid all that thick, rigid girth inside of her at once. His fingers dug bruising possession into hips as he felt her flutter against him.  He could hear the grinding of teeth in his ears as they both fought for that moment of stillness. The dull vibration of the anal plug the only noise as neither body moved.

She sighed, soft and silky in response to Jin’s hungry grunt. He swore his eyes were rolling in his skull. Jin lifted her hips to pull her along the length of his cock. She was used as a sleeve, squeezing and milking him. He rotated her hips, pushing them back, bringing them forward and pounding into her. Sweat dripped down the tip of his nose as he focused on the connection of their bodies. He could feel that pulsation of the anal plug from inside of her. He pressed his hand down on her abdomen, dark eyes lifting to her face.

And there he saw it. Her eyes were dark, almost unfocused as he fucked into that battered space. Her body was like molten liquid, so warm and pliable. The tension had completely dissolved from muscles, present in the moment of their connection. They made animalistic sounds as each thrust came more energetic and harder than the one before it. 

His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples as his thrusts practically lifted her hips from the bed with their strength. There was another orgasm that had her body feeling light as a feather. Jin reached underneath her to tug at the anal plug. He pulled it partway out, and she jerked, causing it to fall out entirely.

Her eyes popped open with a shrill sound as her nerves seemed to fire off all at once. Jin had to drop the butt plug to hold her hips down. Tears streamed from her eyes as she gasped for air. She felt waves of pleasure spread outward from her ass. It felt like a stone disturbing the quiet surface of a lake. The waves pushed from head to toe as she bucked into another orgasm.

Catapulted into subspace, she cried through the pleasure.

“F-fu-FUCK?!” Jin roared as she clamped down him. He fell forward with hands on either side of her as thick ropes of cum painted her insides. He panted as she rotated her hips, trying to milk him for every drop left, and then some.

Her hips slowed, even though he started to soften inside of her. Yet he had tiny-aftershocks as she settled. He hovered above her before he reached up to thumb the tears away from her eyes.

Their hearts were beating hard and loud; their ragged breaths evened out.

“Are you OK, Pixie?” Jin’s voice was hoarse from the orgasmic rush.

Her vision slightly blurred with the remnant of tears, but she nodded in response.

“Better?” He untied her wrists.

“Mhmm.” A lazy grin spread across her face when the weight of the rope vanished. 

Jin took his time untangling the knots and lines around her body. He continued to tease, dragging the rough texture against her oversensitive skin. She purred and moaned her satisfaction with each new sensation that rushed through her. He stepped off the bed when she was utterly unbound. Her arms stretched upward, she turned over, prepared to sleep for the next two days.

“Come now, Pixie. You know we don’t sleep in a messy bed.” She sighed heavily, but he was correct. She finally took a look at the room – the Sybian dried and sticky. The drill-do glistening nearby and the wet stains on the blanket. She knew the sheets were equally soaked. He smirked, offering a hand to help her stand, “Come on, a bath for you while I clean up.”

She looked like a newborn foal unable to use its legs out of the womb. Jin tucked an arm under her knees, lifting her upward with little effort. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, “Thank you, Sir.”

Her body felt right in his arms – free from that burden—safe in the arms of the only man who could grant her that kind of absolution.

The kind of cathartic release that sets the soul in its proper place.

Mmmhhh I love it.. Thank u so much...

congratulations on ur milestone sweetheart. Manymore to come 🎉🎊

I love ur stories so much. They are filled with emotions. All the best for ur future. Hope u have a good day.

I saw ur post that u r taking fic requests. & Oh god i would like to request a smut of dom! Jin.

this gif of jin is haunting me.. This gives dom jin vibes. Like u have done something wrong & he makes u strip to ur innerwears & crowl towards him to take ur punishment (like rough throat fuck & etc) 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Its not my gif. Credit to owner.

𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𓃠

daddy’s home - KSJ

pairing — dom!seokjin x reader

genre/rating — R | smut

word count — 1.5K

warnings/tags — strong language, brat!reader, bdsm themes, hard dom!jin, sub!reader, explicit smut — daddy kink, dirty talk, choking, reader is wearing leash + collar, spanking, degradation, oral (m), deep throating, shoe grinding, hair pulling, thigh slapping, breath play, panty ripping, cum eating, name calling, pussy slapping

a/n — I just had to with the title lmao

smut after the cut

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The mix of lust and anger in his gaze is unmistakable. And you know not to push him any further. Eyes not leaving his, you obey and sink down to the floor, scooting closer to only to hear him click his tongue. His handsome features remain vapid, calm. While you’re buzzing with delight at your fiancé’s authoritative tone. Knowing what’s about to happen next. The consequences of your actions.

You stare up at him with innocent eyes, “what?”

You stare up at him with innocent eyes, “what?”

His stuffs his hands into his pockets. And if it wasn’t for the very large bulge pressing into the material of his dark pants, you would think that he’s genuinely upset with you.

“Crawl.”

More of your arousal drenches your panties, the material clinging to your folds as you stick out your ass for his viewing pleasure and get on your hands. You gasp when he winds the leather around his palms once, its attachment hugging your neck deliciously.

The way his plump lips curl around each word, tugging on the leash to have you whining, reaching up while he meets you halfway to speak against his lips, thumb pressing into your chin delicately. A juxtaposition of the unrelenting grip around your throat.

“Was this your plan all along?”

You take his thumb into your mouth eagerly, whimpering slightly when it digs into your tongue.

His gaze meanders from your face to the frilly, baby pink lingerie you bought for this special occasion. The warning he sent via text you for flouting his orders. The rules he set at the very beginning. Perhaps you did it on purpose, and it took a few tries to push him to the edge. Seokjin isn’t easy to provoke, but this time, by the focused yet hazy look in his eyes, you can tell that you’ve done it this time. A thrill runs down the length of your spine.

“You were ready for me,” he murmurs, tilting his head to the side menacingly, “all pretty for me, with this on.”

“Seokjin,” you whine when he yanks on the strap once more, neck straining with the angle.

“What? Too much?”

He draws back and tugs on his tie, throwing it an abandoned corner of the room before you hear the satisfying zip of his slacks.

“This is just the beginning, hands behind your back.”                                                            

Shivering with the movement, your gaze flits to his fingers curled around his thick cock, angry and red. Leaking with precum, slick and ready for your mouth. Acting on your own accord, you fight against the hold on your hair and lick around his fingers snug around his cock, drooling at the heady taste. Your eyes scrunch shut when his fingers twist in your hair, scalp prickling with the pain enough to have you shifting uncomfortably, thighs growing sweaty as they stick together.

“Did I say you could touch me?

The moan that breaks from your chest, when he releases his cock to tug on the strap again, is violent and loud, filling your capacious bedroom.

“No.”

Precum smears across his dress shirt, messing the fabric while your eyes remain glued to his face. Wanting nothing more than to have him in your mouth.

“No, what?”

“No, daddy.”

The only warning you get is his tightening grip in your hair before he pushes his cock into your mouth until your nose hits his pubic bone. Your throat protests, tears welling your eyes before he begins to snap his hips against your face. Cockhead brushing your throat repeatedly while you’re slurping and hollowing out your cheeks to hear more of his gratifying sounds. Your nails dig into your lower back when he keeps your head pressed to his crotch, cheeks stained with saliva and tears.

“Fucking spoilt,” he grits, abusing your throat as he pistons his hips into your face, “you think you can mimic the pleasure I give you?”

You splutter slightly, the tip grazing a spot in your throat that you weren’t ready for yet. He pulls your head back and kicks your legs apart, obviously noticing the way you’re rubbing them together.

“What? That big mouth can’t take my cock?”

“No, no,” you cry, leaning forward on your knees, lips pulsing, “I want daddy’s cock.”

You pant and slump down as he gives you time to breathe, watching you with half-lidded eyes before he directs the tip over your lips again.

You swallow him greedily this time, swirling your tongue against the frenulum on each drag out to hear him curse, bulbous Adam’s apple jumping slightly when you swallow around the head. He keeps a strong hold on your hair and the leash, the bottom half of your body free enough for you to use to your advantage. Your clit pulses as you repeat the sequence of bobbing your head along his length, drawing out his pleasure.

Feeling his pants brush your thigh, with deep breaths through your nose, you rest your heated core on the tip of his Oxford’s. The leather providing friction for the pressure to build. You’re moaning around his length, tongue tracing the thick veins as you chase your own high. Sliding your pussy along his shoe filthily. Fuelled by the constriction around your throat.

“Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he grunts, hips flexing into your face rapidly, the desperation in his voice signalling that he’s close to the peak.

You’re chasing your own high, with urgent rolls of your hips against his leg, mind fogging as the point of his shoe presses into your cunt at just the right angle, covering him in your slick. He doesn’t seem to notice until you begin to rock your hips faster, doubling your efforts with your mouth, sliding along his length zealously to make him cum with you.

The pressure builds and builds, jaw aching, chin dripping with spit and his essence. A muffled whimper leaves your lips when he shoots down your throat in thick, hot ropes, holding your head in place to ride out his high. You see white, nails piercing into your skin as you soak your panties even more, rock hard cock slipping from your mouth. You’re not given much time to bask in your high because he’s dragging you by the leash to the edge of the bed.

“Do you ever fucking learn?”

He sounds infuriated, annoyed, maddened by your show of disobedience as he throws you over his lap and tears at your panties. Your tears wet the mattress when he lifts your back to an arch, your lower spine lit aflame when he smacks the backs of both your thighs. Jolting forward, you gasp when he tears the flimsy material of your underwear, pattering next to head as he spreads open your ass cheeks.

“Such – a – fucking – brat –” he punctuates each word with a lingering slap to your swollen folds, fingers rubbing against your clit on the last slap before drawing his hand back again to land a resounding smack to your ass. Large palm rippling against your flesh.

“Daddy, please.”

“Did I say you could come? Such a fucking slut, so fucking messy. As if I didn’t fuck you dumb just this morning.”

You whimper, going boneless in his arms after his palm comes down on your ass in quick succession, winding the leather around his hand even tighter to have you gasping out more pleas. As if things weren’t floaty enough from your first orgasm.

His palm kneads your meat for a few minutes and you think he might be done, the only sounds being your heavy breaths. But then his hand meets your ass in a blazing smack, the force surging through as you shift forward over his lap, trembling when your womb tightens with desire.

“Want you, daddy. Please. Want your cock,” you choke out, nudging your ass into his hand.

He laughs, the sound fizzing through you to have a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your legs where his fingers tease but never touch.

“You think you deserve my cock? You won’t get to cum for the next two weeks.”

You whimper at that, wondering how you’re going to make it through your foggy mind, rutting your hips into his hand when he cups your pussy.

“But you know what you need to do if you want daddy’s cock?”

Horror overtakes any other feeling, but you nod anyway. The compromising position you’re in not giving you much of a choice.

“Do you want it? Want daddy to fill you up with his cum?”

You rut into his hand, nodding your head frantically as sweat beads along your hairline, his hot palm not doing anything to slake your desire. You’re barely registering his words, all you can think of is having his fat cock ramming into you until you’re stuffed full with his cum.

“Y-yes, daddy.”

“Then you know what to do? And bring it here between your teeth, like the little whore that you are.”

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a/n — basically he’s gonna whoop her ass

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Heyooo, Seokjin, soft dom, also very fluffy? I got a picture in my head that it's morning, cuddly, but ends up with some fluffy smut? 고마워~

Roses and musk. You could feel their scent everywhere. You lifted up your face from your boyfriend's chest, groaning feeling the bright light coming from the window. His chest moved, shaking of laugh and giggles.

"Too early?" He asked, with a hoarse voice, a playful smile playing on his lips. You groaned, pushing your face back to his bare chest, hidding your face of the morning light. Mmm, musk. So this was from the musk scent was coming from. Stroking your nose on his chest, you mumbled:

"You changed your perfume..." and took a huge sniff of it. Jin giggled, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other one resting on your hip. You peeked at his beautiful face, still hidden at his chest. His eyes were slightly closed, feeling heavy of the good sleep he got last night, his hair messy. Your gaze trailed to his red lips. Getting on top of him, you capturated his bottom lip between yours, gently tugging and sucking on it, making him whimper,not expecting it.

His lips were so full this morning, tempting you to suck on them for hours. As if he read you mind, Seokjin cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing you closer of his mouth, positionating you on top of him, right on his morning wood. Your mouth collided, your lips and tongue danced in tandem, fighting for dominance, until he took control over you and your hips.

With one hand inn your hair, pulling you closer to his mouth, to kiss you breathless, Seokjin guided the movements of your hips, causing your folds to stroke up and down his shaft. You let out a breathless moan, holding on his shoulders, when, with a slow move, he pushed his cock inside, down to base.

"D-Damn, how are you so wet already..." he groaned, his breath hitting your lips, a snap of his hips making you moan out loud. You tried on moving your hips, to get up and sit on his cock, but he pulled you back to him, pulling your hair softly, making you close your eyes and moan. His other hand spanked you ass cheek, grabing the soft flesh into his large hand.

"Let your daddy take care of you, my little Y/N." He whispered, before starting to roll his hips into you, trying to find your spot. While your moans were filling the room, your walls clenched around him, provoking him to push deeper into you.

"O-oh!" You exhaled, eyes wide open. Seokjin smirked. "Did I hit it?" He teased, throwing your head back to attach his soft lips to your skin. He didn even wait for an answer, holding into you more, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses and hot breaths on your skin, Seokjin fastened his peace, pushing his hips against yours, using deep moves and rolls of his hips to drive you crazy and over the edge, sending you into an orgasm, your walls spasming fastly around his length. His cum filled you up.

Breathing hard, you tried to calm down, hiding your face to his neck. Musk again. But where was the roses scent coming from? Rising your head up, you were pleased to see a beautiful orange rose, right under your nose.

"Good morning, my princess." He said, placing a delicate kiss on your forhead.

FYI I am writing a loooong (like 3 or 4 parts now?) one-shot about Jin that was inspired by THIS. EXACT. MOMENT. That famous star-studded gray crop top definitely makes an appearance. Should be finished in the next few days, but for now, here’s a little taste:

Now it was my turn to check him out. My gaze roamed over his broad shoulders, lingering over his tight, toned abs, and the subtle lines of muscle that drew my eyes below his waistline. His perfect, pink mouth was drawn upwards in a smirk. I unconsciously bit my lip, thinking how good those lips would feel against my skin.

Jin drew close and pressed his thumb against my bottom lip, drawing it out from between my teeth. “That’s my job,” he murmured. Heat flooded through me, tensing my muscles.

I scoffed, pulling away slightly. “I don’t even know you.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But I know about you. I make you nervous, yeah?”

I didn’t answer, my cheeks so hot they felt like they were on fire.

Leaning down, his lips lightly brushed against the shell of my ear. “Good,” he whispered. Tingles shot down my nerves, making me shiver despite the warm summer air.

F*CK my cheeks are RED and I WROTE THIS 😂 Lord help me not completely keel over as I write the rest...

it’s good

And Then He Was Gray (Part One)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used above, but do not own the OG one. For the purposes of this one-shot, (G)I-DLE and BTS are closer in age than they are irl. I imagine the girls to be around 2 or so years older than they are currently. FYI none of them are minors, and they are all legal drinking age… I checked 😉

This imagine/one-shot was inspired by none other than… Jin’s famous gray, star-patterned crop top. I remember DYING when I first saw that footage of Hoseok taking pictures of Jin lifting his arms and showing off his amazingly toned torso… So, in honor of that magical, wonderful shirt, enjoy 💜

Note: In case it wasn’t clear, I gave Soyeon a nickname that her friends call her. They’ll call her “So-So” occasionally. It’s not based in real life at all, I just thought it was kinda kute.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: ALL of BTS make an appearance, (G)I-DLE make an appearance (yes, I like them), PDA, consumption of lots of alcohol, JiHope being the world’s cutest couple and making me pop all the UwU’s, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst 😔 Not much smut in this part. SWEARS, God, I nearly always forget swears 🙄

Word Count: 1,157

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part One

“Stop fiddling, you look great!” my best friend said, slapping my hands away from my skirt.

“I can’t help it, I feel like the bottom of my ass is showing,” I groaned, continuing to tug at the plaid, gray fabric.

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “So what if it is?”

I scoffed. “Then I’d like my jeans back please!”

“Y/n. You do not go to a party dressed like it’s just another Friday, okay? This is a special occasion, the first time we’ve been out in ages! Please, for the love of all things holy, try to have fun,” she begged.

Rolling my eyes, I gave her a tiny nod, reluctantly agreeing to “have fun,” as she put it. My idea of fun was curling up with my favorite show, rolled up in a blanket like the lazy burrito I was. However, my best friend had been invited to this kick-back, and since all of her university friends were going to be there, and, more importantly, since the girl she was currently into was going to be there, I was forced to come along as her wing-woman. When my bestie explained why she wanted me to come, I couldn’t help feeling slighted. That was seriously her reasoning why the fuck I had to go? Couldn’t Soyeon find some other gal pal to dress up like a doll and drag places?

“Guess not,” I thought as we stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door. We could already hear music booming from the inside, accompanied by loud laughter and shouts.

A boy whipped open the door, laughing at something behind him. I was taken aback by his large stature and wide, white smile. “Ladies,” he greeted when he saw us, his smile turning into a smirk. “Come on in.”

“Nice to see you too, Jungkook,” Soyeon said, pressing a hand on the boy’s chest and pushing him aside.

The house was rather large and beautifully decorated on the inside. “Wow,” I said, looking around. “Whose place is this?”

“Mine,” the boy, Jungkook, said. “Well, my parents. But they’re out of town, so for the weekend, it’s mine.”

“It’s nice.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook motioned to the kitchen. “Grab food, drinks, whatever. Most of us are outside around the fire pit.”

“Cool, thanks,” Soyeon said, grabbing me by the wrist and making a beeline for the kitchen.

“Is that the guy?” I hissed as she tugged me along.

“Nope,” she replied as we passed a couple wrapped around each other, making out in plain sight.

“Ugh,” Soyeon said, wrinkling her nose. “That’s my friend from university, Yuqi, and Jungkook’s best friend, Taehyung. I so regret introducing those two.”

Two guys were in the kitchen, one dark-haired, the other blonde. Both were handsome as hell, but while the dark-haired one had more pointed, angular features, the blonde’s were rounded, soft, and delicate. “This is Hoseok, I call him Hobi,” she said, pointing. “And that’s Jimin. They’re only the cutest couple I know.” Soyeon leaned on the counter and squished her cheeks between her hands.

Hobi rolled his eyes, tugging Jimin closer by the waist. “Soyeon, please.”

“It’s true,” she retorted.

“Don’t let Taehyung hear you say that,” Jimin said, chuckling. “He thinks he and Yuqi are the World’s Cutest Couple.”

“Because we are,” a deep voice said. I turned to see a tall, handsome guy with dark hair leading a girl with large doe eyes and waist-length, wavy brown hair into the kitchen.

Soyeon scoffed. “More like World’s Most Inconsiderate Couple.”

“Soyeon, please. Don’t be jealous.” Taehyung’s mischievous grin did nothing to stop my bestie from throwing an empty cup at him.

Blatantly ignoring them, Hobi nodded in my direction. “So-So, who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is my best friend, Y/n. I’ve known her since we were kids.”

“That’s cool, nice to meet you,” Hobi said, extending his hand. I shook it, shyly nodding.

Jimin poured everyone drinks before we headed outside, the boys jostling each other as they joked around and making us girls giggle. We sat in some lawn chairs circled around a fire pit, where a few people were already roasting marshmallows and drinking. “Soyeon!” a girl with long, dark hair pulled into a ponytail exclaimed, throwing her arms around my bestie. “I missed you!”

“Missed you too, Shuhua. It’s only been what, a day?”

“Feels longer,” Shuhua mock-pouted before taking a seat on Jungkook’s lap. Leaning over his girlfriend, Jungkook gestured to a guy with silvery-purple hair who was holding the hand of a girl with blonde-streaked, dark hair and gorgeous, piercing eyes. “This is Namjoon, and his girlfriend, Minnie.”

Namjoon shook our hands with a smile. “Nice to meet you. Feel free to grab some roasting sticks and ‘mallows if you want.”

Another boy with dark hair and pale skin held his hand out as well. “I’m Yoongi. This is my girlfriend, Soojin.”

Soojin had to be one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen. Her blonde hair cascaded down to her waist, and her red-lipsticked smile was sultry yet shy. “Yoongi sure is a lucky guy,” I thought while shaking their hands as well.

After introductions were finished, I sat down in a chair, pulling my bestie down with me. “Soyeon, all of these guys seem to be taken. You said you were bringing me here to meet someone,” I whispered.

“Patience,” she hissed back before her entire face lit up. “Oh my God, Miyeon! You look amazing!”

Soyeon got up and placed her hands on a girl’s shoulders. The girl must have just arrived. Her purse was still on her shoulder and a cup full of liquid was in her hand. “Thanks,” she said, giving Soyeon an up-down, her pretty brown eyes sliding slowly over my best friend’s body. “You look good too, Soyeon.”

Ah, so this was the famous Miyeon. Soyeon hadn’t shut up about her since the day they met, and tonight was supposed to be the night my best friend made her move.

“Ten bucks they hook up,” I heard Jungkook whisper, and I turned to shoot him a grin as the others snickered. Luckily, Soyeon and Miyeon were too caught up in each other to notice.

After a while of drinking and laughing, I was pleasantly buzzed and my best friend was slowly sliding one hand up Miyeon’s thigh while the other was intertwined between her fingers. Score one for Soyeon. From what she told me, Miyeon was girlfriend material.

The other couples were also getting cozy, and I suddenly felt a chill as I realized the closest thing I had to snuggle with was bare-ass air. This was fun, and I liked meeting new people, but I knew this kick-back was going to end up with everyone pairing off. Maybe I should just go home. Snuggle my blanket. Watch a movie. You know, my definition of fun.

“Beer pong anyone?” Taehyung asked suddenly, holding up a couple of ping pong balls.

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Part Two is here! 😏

And Then He Was Gray (Part Two)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit. The pic below isn’t mine either. I obviously don’t own Balenciaga.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst that disappears when he comes into the story (I think you know who I’m talking about by now 😉), sexual tension, talk of sex, betting, SWEARZ 4 DAYZ, lotsa skin showing, bikinis!

Word Count: 1,626

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Two

At the mention of beer pong, everyone cheered in agreement and started inside with me taking up the rear. I smiled, seeing Soyeon and Miyeon’s hands still intertwined. I was happy for them, I really was… but I couldn’t help feeling a bit left out. It’d been a long while since I had a boyfriend, choosing to concentrate on my family’s business rather than my social life after high school. Still, I missed having someone by my side, someone to cuddle with and confide in… someone who understood me. And yet, I hadn’t had a date in over two years. All of the boys I knew seemed to be either taken or not into girls like me. Then again, I was picky as well. It took a special kind of man to catch my eye.

I nervously tugged at my gray skirt again as we went into the basement and sat on various couches and chairs situated around a tv and ping pong table. Taehyung and Jungkook set up the cups in pyramid formations on both sides, filling them nearly to the brim with beer once they were done.

“Alright, rules!” Taehyung shouted over the din. “Teams of two each, and we’ll rotate out so the next team plays the winner of each round. Whoever’s left standing will be crowned the ultimate beer pong champions!”

“So extra,” Soyeon muttered, rolling her eyes.

Taehyung smirked. “And just for you, So-So, I’m adding another rule. Bounce shots that sink means two cups to drink.”

Soyeon groaned amidst the chuckles that broke out. “Taehyung, you know I’m already the worst at beer pong, do you have to make it even harder for me?!”

Miyeon grabbed my best friend’s hand and leaned in close. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good,” she said, rubbing her thumb soothingly over Soyeon’s fingers.

I felt a twinge of disappointment. I was hoping Soyeon and I would be a team, but it looks like I’d be the odd person out. “Whatcha all doing?” a voice said. I turned to see him for the first time, intently watching us from the doorway. His right arm stretched above his head as he rested his elbow easily on the doorframe. I swallowed hard as I noticed his gray, star-patterned shirt riding up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a lean, toned torso and a peek of what appeared to be Balenciaga boxers. He leaned forward, a playful smirk on his full, pink lips, causing his shirt to ride up and his jeans to slide down even more. My lips parted unconsciously as heat flooded straight to my core.

I immediately knew I wanted a taste of that honey-toned skin and those cotton-candy lips. The guy’s piercing brown eyes caught mine and his smirk grew. Tingles broke out all over my body. Shit. He knew my secret. I don’t know how, but he knew.

He tore his gaze away from me as his friends greeted him. “Jin, fucking finally!” Namjoon said, standing up and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, we would’ve waited for you, hyung,” Taehyung pouted. “We’ve already started beer pong, and everyone has a team already.”

“Not everyone,” I said loudly. Everyone turned to look at me, Soyeon’s mouth dropping open in shock. Now that I think about it, I think this was the first time she’d ever seen me speak up in a public setting. I was normally pretty shy and reserved, keeping to myself and trying to not be a bother. Even I was astounded by my own behavior, but that look that he gave me… I just had to know. I had to know if he knew.

“Oh, that’s right,” Taehyung said weakly. “Y/n doesn’t have a team. Sorry Y/n, I didn’t realize we had an odd number.”

“That’s okay,” I said, shooting him a smile.

“Well, then,” Jin said. He stepped right in front of me, looking down at me sitting on the couch, hands shoved in his jean pockets. “Guess we’re a team.”

I blushed profusely as he sat down, making himself comfortable in the seat beside me and slinging an arm over to rest easily on top of the couch.

The first teams up were Tae and Yuqi versus Jungkook and Shuhua. The boys loudly trash-talked each other nearly the entire game, with the girls getting more and more giggly as more cups emptied. Finally, it was down to the last cup on Taehyung’s side, while Jungkook’s side had three cups left. “It’s over,” JK said, giving his hyung a wide, evil grin.

“Like hell it is,” Taehyung growled. “You got this, babe.”

Yuqi stepped up, swaying a little, and took her time lining up the shot. “Go Yuqi!” Shuhua cheered. “You can do it!”

Yuqi giggled then took the shot. It bounced off the rim of the cup, eliciting groans from everyone, including her boyfriend. “Awww, babe, don’t worry though, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, tugging his girlfriend close and brushing his nose against hers. “If we get out this round, we can go do something else that’s fun.”

“Oh hell no,” Jungkook said, pointing at Taehyung. “If I find you guys fucking in my bed, or anywhere else in this house, I will kick you out. I’m serious, Tae.”

“What if we promise to wash the sheets?” Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Get the fuck out,” Jungkook retorted with a grin, pointing at the door.

“Okay, okay, let’s make things interesting,” Taehyung said, holding his hands up. “If you miss this next shot, you can’t say another word about what Yuqi and I do and where… but if you make it, Yuqi and I won’t touch a single bed in this place.”

“Or couch, or chair, or counter, or table.”

“Fine,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes.

Jungkook lined up the shot, making us all hold our breath in anticipation. He tossed the ball, and I swear, the rest of us followed its entire trajectory with our eyes until it landed… hit the rim of the cup… and bounced off.

Taehyung roared in approval, grabbing Yuqi by the waist and spinning her around, while Jungkook sank to the floor in mock-defeat and Shuhua laughed her ass off. I was giggling at their exchange when Jin leaned over and murmured something in my ear. “I think we can easily take whoever wins.”

His breath tickled and I leaned away instinctively. “Yeah, maybe,” I muttered before clearing my throat.

I saw a trace of disappointment in Jin’s eyes at my reaction, but before I could question it, he blinked and it was gone, replaced by a laughing smile as he surveyed the drama in front of us. Taehyung may have won the bet, but Shuhua sunk the last shot, winning the game overall. “Alright, who’s next?!” Jungkook practically yelled.

“This is boooooring,” Soyeon drawled. “Don’t you guys have a pool? We brought our swimsuits, you know.”

I blinked. We did?

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other. “Pool it is,” Tae said, shrugging. “I needed an excuse to get naked anyway.”

Everyone groaned and Namjoon even chucked a pillow at Taehyung. “Shut the fuck up, dude,” he said, shaking his head.

“C’mon,” Soyeon muttered, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. “Shuhua has a bunch of stuff here. She’ll have something that’ll fit you.”

I followed my best friend down the hallway into what looked like a guest bedroom. She threw open a door to a walk-in closet filled with womens’ clothing, opening one of the drawers and rifling through it. “This is all Shuhua’s?” I gasped.

Soyeon shrugged. “Yeah. She stays here for weeks at a time since she lives kinda far away. Jungkook’s parents are cool with it because he keeps telling them they’re gonna get married.”

“Are they?”

“Eventually. They’ve been together since high school and are still hot for each other. I doubt they’ll be breaking up any time soon.”

“Must be nice,” I said absentmindedly.

My best friend turned to look at me. “Hey, you’ll find someone,” she said, stopping her search and reaching out to grab my hand. “In fact, I think that someone is here tonight. Did you see the way Jin looked at you?”

I shrugged uncomfortably. “I guess.”

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “Y/n. We have been trying so hard to find a girl Jin likes. I’ve introduced him to every acquaintance I have and then some,” she said. “He’s never looked at any of them the way he looked at you, let alone said more than two words to them.”

I frowned. “You’ve never introduced him to me.”

“Yeah, because he’s kind of a douchebag,” she said. “He treats girls like tissues… you know, use once then throw away? I think my best friend can do better.”

“Wait, then why are you now so intent on hooking us up?”

“Because,” Soyeon sighed, turning back around and rifling through the drawer once more. “At this rate, even if it’s only a one-night stand, it’s a win in my book.”

“Wow, thanks,” I scoffed.

“Hey, if getting laid by a smoking-hot, drop-dead gorgeous guy like Jin brings your sex drive back into play, then so much the better for you,” she retorted, tossing a couple pieces of fabric at me. “Wear this.”

I held them up to the light. “No,” I said firmly. The bikini was a pretty, bright turquoise, but it was so… flimsy. I’d feel totally naked wearing this. The top wore like a sports bra with straps criss-crossing in the front to show off some cleavage. The bottoms would be normal except one side was made entirely of straps, dipping towards my core in a provocative way.

“Fuck no.”

Soyeon tossed me a wide, mischievous smile. “Fuck yes.”

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Y'all remember this?!?! I straight up died when this pic dropped. I stared at it quite frequently when I needed some inspiration for this one-shot. Enjoy suffering with me 😈 Here’s Part Three!