Seokjin x Reader
Warning: Rough sex
Word count: 4,180 words
“Really,” you insist, slowly backing away as he advances forwards. “How am I supposed to know that Hoseok was coming with you?”
“Mmm,” he hums softly, acknowledging your point. “Still, you didn’t have to answer the door looking like that, did you?”
You look down at yourself. The normal oversized shirt you wear around the house is not out of the norm, but this particular one is white and translucent. It’s no wonder that Hoseok’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you opened the door earlier. With the afternoon sunlight shining through the door and basking you in it, you wonder what they saw. Simply the silhouette of your figure? Or did they see the outline of your breasts through your shirt? Or even your nipples, straining against the material at the thought of your boyfriend coming home? Did they see your panties, slowly getting damp from your arousal without even being touched? Endless possibilities race through your mind as you think of an answer to Jin’s question.
Of course there is only course of action with Jin; the truth. You and Jin know no other way than to always be honest with each other. Always. This time is no exception. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home,” your confession comes out soft and sheepish.
“Like this?” He repeats. “For everyone to see?” A gasp escapes your lips when you feel a sharp, horizontal edge poking against your back and your hands fly back to grip it reflexively. Without you realising it, he has backed you to the end of your dining table and he is still closing in on you. “Hoseok has no business seeing you like this,” his voice is a low rumble as his mouth travels the length of your neck to your ear. After a long pause, Hoseok left in a hurry, stuttering a mumbled excuse that none of you can make sense of, at which point Jin turned towards you, eyes burning with passion and a little displeasure at his friend seeing you this way. Jin has absolute faith in you, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t possessive. And when he gets the opportunity assert his dominance over you, he uses it well. “No one else should see you like this,” he confirms, pressing into you, forcing your body to bend backwards from the force. He is relishing the soft pillows of your breasts pressing against his chest, but isn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. Not for him. Not for you.
“You are mine,” he growls into the shell of your ear as his hand drags from your hips up to the sides of your rib cage, sliding your thin shirt up along with it. “Mine and mine only. Am I right?”
Jin is so mean. He knows that he is right, but it is a sport for him to make you say it. It seems that he is determined to bring you out of your reserved shell whenever he can, in every way possible. As if it is not enough that he reduces you into a begging, trembling puddle of need every time he has his way with you. “Yes,” you murmur softly against his dark hair.
“Yes, what?” He demands.
“I’m yours,” you groan as a large hand cups your breast, thumb flicking against a sensitive nipple. “Only yours.”
“So when Hoseok saw you like this…” his reprimand ends with a disapproving tsk-tsk, but it is difficult for you to feel scolded when he is teasing your tip into a rigid peak. Until he pulls his torso back, relieving you of part of his weight, and his other hand flies to grip your chin, forcing you to look into his darkened eyes. “Or do you want him to see you like this?”
“No!” The distance he has put between you allows your brain to function well enough to insist adamantly. Not being the sort to wear revealing clothes or show too much skin, the idea of anyone but your boyfriend seeing you like Hoseok did earlier embarrasses you to no end. Already you are dreading the next time you see him, wondering how you will manage to meet his eyes when he has seen you in something that leaves so little to the imagination.
“Hmm,” Jin’s hum sounds thoughtful, but he drops the issue of one of his close friends seeing you like this for now, to your relief. Both of you know that he loves and trusts you too much to keep you in the doghouse for too long when he is well aware it wasn’t intentional. “So why have you been waiting for me to come home like this? You look good enough to eat.”
He knows perfectly well why you are wearing something simple yet capable of seducing him. It is your own wicked way to subtly tell him what you want without actually saying it. You should have known that he will not let you get away without uttering the words. “Because I miss you. I haven’t seen you in like two weeks,” your soft answer is almost inaudible, but Jin’s sharp ears do not miss a word.
For a moment, he sobers up from your confession. “I’m sorry love. It’s work.” Words meant to placate you, but you do not need them in the first place. You completely understand that both of you have lives outside of each other, and you are not so dependent that your world revolves around him. You only want him to know that even though you may not need him, you want him around. That his presence was missed.
“I don’t mind.” The corners of your mouth curl upwards into a smile, letting him know that you are not upset with him in the least. “I just miss you, is all.”
Worries laid to rest, Jin switches back to his teasing persona. “Do you miss me, or do you miss this?” Without warning, he bucks his hips against yours, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you when the stiffness on the front of his jeans slides against your thinly clothed core.
“Both,” you breathe truthfully.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” his tone is laced with mocking doubt.
Narrowed eyes meet his smouldering ones, knowing full well what he is up to. Jin is in a challenging mood. You are destined to lose, but not without putting up a fight. Although unsure which part of him that he doubts that you miss, you address the former, applying force through your palms on the surface of the table to push yourself up and against him. Fists bunch into the material of his shirt and you look up at him through your lashes, putting on a winning smile as you say, “I miss you all the time, Jin.” Standing on your tiptoes, you press your lips against his in a sweet but non-invasive kiss, conveying to him that you do miss your boyfriend in his entirety, not just for his cock.
“Good, ‘cause I missed you too,” his words whispered against your lips are as tender as his hands on your waist, holding you as if you are a precious, fragile china doll. Until you catch his plump lower lip between your teeth as he breaks the kiss and remind him of his hard-wired instinct to put you in your place in these situations. “That is not going to prove anything,” he snarls.
So he wants you to prove that you miss him, does he? Flashing a smirk full of confidence at your boyfriend, you grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head without much resistance from him. Keeping your eyes on his darkening ones, you let your hands do the exploring on their own, guided by the planes of his upper body muscles, admiring his hard chest before you finally look away to revere him with your mouth. Kisses and light nips are showered from the crook of his neck, tracing his prominent collarbones down to his nipple. A sharp intake of breath that he does not manage to conceal when your wet tongue makes contact gives you an exhilarating surge of power, and you take full advantage of it. It does not take long for the tiny bud to harden underneath your hot muscle, but you keep laving it with your tongue for a while before giving the other one the same treatment, enjoying the way his body grows taut as he pretends to be unaffected.
Swiftly so he does not get a chance to stop you, you undo the button and zipper of his jeans. After tugging them down to his ankles, he is only left with his boxers. His erection that is barely contained by the flimsy piece of clothing feels unbelievably good against your soaking core, so you grasp his firm buttocks, pressing him against you tightly, your desire and drive to rise to his challenge making you utterly shameless. Head buzzing from the pleasure of dry humping him, you lose track of your primary objective, unaware of how much time has passed until Jin’s deep groan snaps you back to your senses.
Inwardly berating yourself for letting your arousal take over your senses, you sink down to your knees, taking care not to bump your back against the table. You cannot help the saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight right in front of your eyes. Even covered with his underwear, Jin’s cock is so hard it almost looks painful. Lifting your head up ever so slightly, you look at him through your eyelashes, intending to ask for his permission but all you can see is his closed eyelids as he takes deep breaths to calm himself, so you decide to go ahead and proceed. With a satisfied smirk and one determined tug, his last piece of clothing joins his jeans. The faint scent of him that has been wafting through the material is now all the more potent without it, making you dizzy with growing need.
Although your actual goal is to arouse him, you find your own breath growing heavy as you inch closer and closer to him. The kittenish licks you lace over the tip of his cock can be misconstrued as teasing, which is a plus in this situation, but you are really just trying not to let your insatiable hunger for him show too obviously. You still have a little pride left in you after all. However, your ego can only carry you so far, for all too soon you cannot help but give in to your desire, your mouth enveloping the head before slowly swallowing the rest of him. Bit by bit you move in, taking more and more of him, moving closer and closer until you hit the base. The needy groan sounding from above you, unsuccessfully smothered is well worth having to fight the urge to gag. You remain there until it becomes too much, until you regretfully are forced to pull back.
Only to seize a few gulps of well-needed oxygen, and then you are going in again. And again. His skin under your tongue is hot with lust, the precum dripping from its end a slightly salty treat for your throat and you enjoy every bit of it. Your hands grip his thighs to keep balance as your mouth does all the work, every dip into him growing more intense. From simply taking him into the warm recesses of your mouth, then adding your tongue to swirl all over him, next sucking in your cheeks, to swallowing around him. Over and over, more and more, until you are forcibly pulled off of him and hauled to your feet.
A squeal that is short and a little painful on your overworked throat escapes you when he swiftly turns you around and presses your upper body into the table. His voice growling into your ear is raspy, “I think there is a better place you’d prefer me to finish in.” Having the non-existent breath knocked out of you when your chest hit the surface of the table, you can only let out a breathy gasp when he pulls your shirt up to the middle of your back before pulling your panties down with one decisive yank.
“Already soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he states with proud satisfaction. You know that he is looking at your dripping pussy even if you cannot see him behind you, and the thought makes you squirm, from embarrassment or arousal, you have no idea. Perhaps both. But instead of sinking his cock into you like you want him to, he slams two long fingers inside your heat. Even so, it is enough to make you moan in pleasure. The squelching sounds that your sopping pussy is making every time he pushes his fingers into you is almost as embarrassing as the sight you know you are offering him, especially when his free hand gropes your ass cheek, spreading you further apart so he can watch his fingers pleasuring you. Jin knows just how to push your buttons, driving you up the wall with every calculated movement. His fingers curl to scrape against the sensitive spot inside you every time he moves, and your breathing grows even shallower although there is no longer anything blocking your airway. It does not help when he leans down to press his chest against your back, and his sinful mouth against your ear, whispering dirty words and challenging questions that you cannot refute, because his words are true and you want him to follow through with each threat that falls into your ear and hits you all the way to your throbbing core.
“Just how much do you miss me, hmm? Look at you, already panting like a good little puppy, just wanting to come. Maybe I should tie you up and play with you until you can’t move anymore,” he continues to pour oil into the already smouldering embers of your desire, just waiting for you to combust into a raging bonfire of ecstasy. Closing your eyes, you whimper as you approach his goal, your legs starting to shake as your walls tremble from your impending orgasm. But just before you can reach it, Jin cruelly pulls out of you completely.
Your cries increase in volume with frustration at being left high and dry. His amused, hearty chuckle blowing the strands of your hair is not making you feel any better, only serving to incense you even further. Unfortunately his oppressing yet reassuring weight is still keeping you down, preventing you from turning around and exacting your revenge on him. “You want my dick so much, but can you take it?” The question comes out in several raspy breaths, telling you that he is not as unaffected as he wants you to believe.
“I can,” you pant back, desperate to have him inside you, filling you, making you whole again after so long.
“Hmm.” That thoughtful hum vibrates a little too deliciously against your hungry body, but it soon disappears when he lifts himself up, pushing away from you. Before you can utter a word of protest, he warns, “Wait here, my little pet.” Being partially obedient, you reason to yourself, you turn your head to follow his leisurely stroll while keeping yourself plastered onto the table, but it is useless as he enters the confines of the kitchen and out of your sight. Resting your head on the wooden surface, you close your eyes to try and focus on the sounds that he is making, actively trying to ignore the pitiful throbbing of your abandoned center. Of course the latter wins out in the end, and you are left clenching your walls around nothing, not noticing Jin until he returns to his previous position behind you.
Two transparent glasses filled to the brim with water set close to each of your hands are met with confusion. “Let’s play a game.” The short time away from you has allowed him to regain a little of his composure, lending him the playful tone you know he employs when he is about to engage you in one of his one-sided games that always turns you into a puddle of wanton mess. Still, you only wait curiously as he slides the glasses closer and coaxes your hands to wrap around them. “I’ll give my pet what she wants, since she said she can take my cock, but she can’t spill one drop.”
“That’s—“ before you can finish filing your complaint, he nudges your legs even further away from each other so he can settle between them more comfortably and pushes himself into you. Just the pressure exerted by the head of his cock pushing insistently against you is enough to cut short any protests you may have, and the subsequent stretch of your walls by the rest of him leaves you moaning helplessly, even though he is entering you at a glacial pace. Only when he is buried to the hilt inside you do you remember the glasses, but he has gone in so slowly that nothing has spilled.
A sigh of relief released from you is correctly interpreted. “Looks like you’re doing well so far, love,” he praises, running the very tips of his fingers along your back, sending shivers down your spine at the contact. “Let’s see how long you can last.” With that, he withdraws, only to ram back into you so forcefully you would have fallen down if you are not bent over the table. As it is, you slide forward, helplessly watching the liquid slosh all over your hands with wide eyes as you grunt from the impact.
“That’s unfair,” you cry out, but Jin’s games has never been fair. On the other hand, the punishments he doles out always tamper down your complaints, because he knows as well as you do that you love them more than you will ever admit. This time is no exception. A loud crack followed by a surprised squeal echoes throughout the room, and you can feel your ass tingling from his slap.
“Don’t spill,” he repeats, but his next thrust into you is just as powerful as the last, if not more, and you cannot stop the water from spilling any more than you can prevent the moan escaping past your lips. Each thrust is followed by a sound smack on your plump flesh, but they only serve to make you wetter, only cause your moans to grow louder, only lead you closer to your peak. In a desperate attempt to win at the game, you lift the glasses in the air, resting your upper body weight on your elbows, but it is of no use. Jin’s thrusts are too hard to be withstood. The grip of his other hand squeezes your waist, bruising your skin as he feels you tighten every time he pushes into you, every time a blow lands on your buttocks. “Are you actually enjoying your punishment, you naughty pet? Do you like it when I fuck you hard? Or do you love being hit like a bad girl?”
“Both,” you sob as his rigid hardness forces your walls apart again, the friction between the two of you heightened by the sharp slap that follows. “I love both!”
“What a nasty pet I have here,” his venomous accusation is tainted by his intense lust for you. “But at least you are honest.” Completely losing against the battle of wills with himself, he uses the excuse to stop your punishment so he can hold onto you with both hands, keeping you in place as he finally gives into his own needs. In a way, this is even more difficult for you to bear. Without needing to stop to dole out your punishment, he can ram into you unimpeded, building in momentum and force, pushing you towards the edge much faster than before. It is just as well, since you have spilled so much water that less than a quarter of the glasses remain filled. Already your legs are quivering once more, the knot in your belly tightening into a swelling impossible to undo, only able to explode. And you give in to it, bursting in a mess of desperate cries and moans as your whole body shakes with the quake of your orgasm. Every ounce of energy directed towards your core, your limbs grow weak, and before you can grasp at reality one of your hands has already loosened its hold on the glass in it. A loud thunk jolts you back from the clouds Jin has rocketed you to, but you can only watch it roll off the table and shatter onto the floor.
In your panic, you senselessly slam the other glass onto the hard wooden surface of the table as your eyes follow the first one’s suicidal journey to the floor. A chilling, tight sound emanates from your palm as it cracks under the impact, but manages to remain whole. “Let go of it,” Jin’s instruction is soft and deep, and when you remain too dazed to comply, he takes it from your hand and places it away from you himself, the gesture gentle compared to the way he continues to pound into you.
“Jin, I can’t,” you sob. His hard cock scraping against your walls so rapidly just after you came is too much.
“Then, do you want me to stop?”
His tone is teasing because he knows what your answer will be. He knows full well that you would never ask him to stop. Your pitiful whimper as the overstimulation loses to another building fire inside you says it all. “I thought not,” he exhales triumphantly, tightening his hold on you so he can pound into you harder. Chasing after his own release, his thrusts become more savage, faster, pistoning so violently that edges of pain threatens to encroach upon your passion, but it only feeds your insatiable lust for him.
“Jin, Jin,” you gasp, feeling another high approaching, but instead of obliging, he stops, leaning in to bury himself deeper inside you.
“Why should I let you come again?” A query that is almost menacing, staving off your complaints. “You spilled all that water, and you even broke the glasses. Why should you be rewarded?”
“Please, Jin, let me come,” you beg shamelessly. The only thing in your mind is experiencing euphoria at his hands again, no matter the cost. “I’ll do anything!”
“Anything, huh?” Without warning, without words, he starts plowing into you again, his thrusts growing as erratic as his breathing. A hand brought down so his fingers can toy with your clit brings the fierce pleasure back with a vengeance, causing you to call out his name as he sends you hurtling down the cliff again. Your pussy clamping down on him for the second time is too much for him to take and after a few last strokes, he joins you in your hedonistic release.
If not for Jin pressing you against the table, your quaking legs would have caused you to crumple to the floor. Thankfully he knows you well enough to sense that your limbs are too weak to support you, so it is with care that he pulls away, retaining his hold on you, now firm instead of bruising to prevent you from falling and hurting yourself. Settling himself cross-legged on the floor, he fits you across his lap, raining gentle loving kisses on your face and making sure you are fine, paying more attention to the hand that was holding the cracked glass. Unable to muster the strength to tell him that you are okay, you nod reassuringly, then allow him to check for himself anyway.
Once he is convinced that all you need is a good rest, he slides an arm under your knees while the other supports your back and lifts you up with him. Wrapping your own arms around his neck, you snuggle close to him, basking in his warmth and the aftermath of your fierce lovemaking. You can hear his heartbeat when you press your ear against his chest, and even though it is still beating a tad too fast from his earlier exertion, it is still comforting. Releasing him so he can lower you into the bathtub is almost a shame, but he reassures that he will join you soon as he twists on the taps, making sure the water filling the tub is not too scalding or too cold.
“I’ll come back after I clean up the mess,” he promises, referring to the water you have spilled earlier as well as the broken glasses. Satisfied that you are taken care of for the time being, he pecks a quick kiss on your lips before looking into your bleary eyes to offer you a reminder before he makes his temporary departure. “I’ll also buy you new glasses, but don’t forget that you promised me anything I want.”