CONTAINS MINOR EXPLICIT CONTENT, FLUFF, & MINOR ANGST
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I tossed and turned beneath my bedsheets as sleep refused to take me, ripples of warmth spreading from my stomach to my limbs as I let the evening play out in my head. Despite having such an eventful day, my thoughts returned to one thing and one thing alone; the feel of his lips moving so casually alongside mine, hands grasping any part of my body to pull me steadily against his own, left alone in a bubble that made me forget everything. I'd never envisioned such an experience with anyone but my partners, but the moment the opportunity had been handed to me, I couldn't control myself. I wanted more of him; his mouth, his hands, the sound of his voice muttering in my ear. I wanted to curl into the curve of his stomach with his arms wrapped around me, holding me close until I nodded off into a blissful sleep.
Finally, I had had enough; I threw my covers off of my body and pushed myself onto tingly feet. Nari startled awake at the foot of my bed with a ruff, her tongue dangling out between sharp fangs as she watched me pad sleepily towards my door and out into the hall. My body already knew where I intended to go before I could render my thoughts to my limbs, my hand wrapping around the doorknob before slipping inside the darkened room.
"Jin?"
"What's the matter, angel?"
My heart fluttered at the breathless sound of his voice, so deep that it reverberated through my bones.
"Did I wake you?"
"Only a little."
"Sorry."
"Mmh."
I watched the featureless mound atop the bed shift as he drew the covers off of his body to reveal his toned chest, absent of any clothing, and sculpted legs in nothing but his boxers. His body stood out in the paling light of the moon as it struck a quarter to one and it took me a moment to draw my gaze away to his face.
"Come here, precious."
Seokjin beckoned me to his bedside with the lazy wave of his hand, urging me forward until I lowered myself steadily atop his hips. His hands gripped my waist to draw me against him while he settled back into the fluffiness of his pillows. Hair astrew from being woken, lips swollen from sleep, he looked so beautiful that it took the words from my mouth. I sat with my mouth slightly agape, tongue rolling over my bottom lip to lubricate it as I absently leaned into his presence.
"Did you have a bad dream?" he whispered, tucking a stray curl behind my ear.
I shook my head no and reached out to play with his hair. My touch elicited a pliant groan from his glossy lips as Seokjin tilted his head back against the wall, exposing his throat and prominent jawline to my liking. My fingers trailed down the side of his face, skin soft beneath the pads as I pressed down gently. Lower and lower I traveled until my hands splayed out across his toned stomach and I could feel each inhale and exhalation he took. Face flushed, I drug my gaze away from my hands to his face, the brunet watching me contentedly with hooded eyes as he longed to fall back asleep.
"Is it okay...?" I trailed off. Things were moving in such a rush, I wasn't sure what to think anymore.
"'Is it okay' what?" Seokjin shifted up against the wall behind him for support, the gap between our faces closing.
"Is it alright if I sleep with you?" His brow cocked at the question. "Not like that!"
A deep chuckle slipped from his pink lips, distracting me from my easy thoughts. "You want to fall asleep next to me, I get it." Seokjin cast his eyes away into the darkness of his room as a smirk played at his mouth.
"I can leave if you want?"
Guiding me by my hips, he drew me forward until I had no choice but to steady myself on his chest. "Now, why would I want that?" Before I had the chance to reply, I was silenced by his kiss, my eyes fluttering closed as the taunting temptation to plant my lips on his became real. I began to pull away out of nervousness, embarrassed of my actions and the way I leaned so heavily into the kiss, but Seokjin pulled me close and gently stroked my cheek. Having someone new to drape myself over and cover in kisses brought back the unsettling feeling of my self-consciousness and I finally pulled back far enough to part.
"You alright?" Seokjin breathed.
I hummed under my breath and offered a curt nod, my gaze drifting down to his bared torso with my hands splayed across his stomach. Being with him felt so right, but deep down I could sense the filth beginning to rise in the back of my head. Bouncing around and around, from guy to guy, I felt like a toy, but since leaving Yura my heart had opened wide enough to let four young men into my life.
And now, another.
"I don't believe you."
"I'm sorry, Jin."
"For what?"
I took a deep breath, trying to regain any confidence I had left as it threatened to diminish more by the second. My head felt like a rollercoaster tumbling up and down its tracks every half a second; one moment I was full of ease and pleasure, comfortable in my own skin as I pressed close to the bodies around me, and the next I was forced into a bubble as tears pricked at the backs of my eyes.
"For everything," I whispered. "For Rachel, for Yura. For this." I pointed at his chest, then mine. "I don't want to rush things. I don't want you to think I'm using you."
"That's why you're upset?"
"I'm not upset-"
"Yumin, your lip is trembling." I realized it was, Seokjin's thumb grazing over it softly. He cupped my face in both of his hands, their size swallowing my cheeks entirely as he pulled me close to press a kiss atop my head. "I don't blame you for what Rachel did, nor Yura. You can't control those two; it's entirely their fault. As for the latter issue-" I felt my tears bottle, thick in the back of my throat, preventing me from speaking entirely. "You're not the kind of person to use someone for their body, angel. I've been around as long as Yoongi has; maybe not physically, but I've been around." He offered me a smile in reassurance as I scoffed. "You care about me a lot, don't you?"
If I admitted too much, I might ruin everything. If I admitted too little... I blinked hard to suppress my tears, feeling Seokjin's hands caress down the sides of my neck and shoulders down to my waist. I had already said I love you, the one evening down in the kitchen when it was simply the two of us. He knew I cared, but now he wanted to know the limits I had on him. There was only so much I could say or do to show how much of an effect he had on me before it became too much.
I nodded.
"Good."
The brunet's response surprised me and I widened my eyes as I caught his gaze. A chuckle rumbled deep in Seokjin's chest at my reaction, a dark blush blossoming along the tips of his ears and trickling down his fine neck.
"We're family; I would hope that you loved me."
"As a friend?"
"Or more."
I cocked my head to the side in interest, feeling that there was no way Seokjin would reciprocate my feelings if they continued to develop. We were family. Feeling a weight lift off my shoulders, I leaned close and pressed a kiss to his forehead, trailing them delicately down the sides of his face to his neck while my fingers played absently with his hair. Seokjin urged me closer by fisting the back of my shirt. I noticed his hands keeping above the ends of my clothing, leaving my bared thighs untouched as my shirt covered the rest of me.
Hesitantly, I gripped the brunet's chin and planted my lips atop his. Seokjin ran soft beneath me, his fingers gripping my hips lightly to keep me rooted in my place. It felt good to be wrapped up with him, alone, although having him and Taehyung forcing me into subspace would be a night to remember. The thought brought a whimper from my throat and I felt Seokjin smile into the kiss. One hand reached up to fist my hair and help guide my lips over his, his tongue swiping at my bottom lip to tease another whimper out of me.
"So good," he purred, lips pecking at my jaw.
My eyes fluttered closed as I let Jin kiss his way across my skin. I felt safe in his arms and the idea of being alone with him and possibly taking things further than we already had sent a hot streak through my stomach. I remembered the delicate touch of his fingers tracing over the most sensitive patches of my skin, his lips pulling me in further until I was blinded by pleasure. I craved more; it felt like bliss to be up against him and the insecurities that I'd felt moments before began to dwindle down to nothing.
"Angel?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I mark you?"
I groaned softly against my will, burying my head into the crook of his neck with a nod. "Please."
His lips sucked harder at my neck, skin beginning to flare in pain as he vandalized me in small bruises. Forcing me upright, Seokjin leaned heavily to the side to drop us against his mattress. I followed his every move, body curling into his touch as one arm slipped beneath my lower back and the other steadied him at my head. I arched my back just slightly as my mind grew foggy with lust and continued to whimper. The feeling of his lips and tongue painting my neck in different reds and purples sent tremors down my limbs and turned me into a puddle beneath the brunet.
"Good girl," he whispered, lacing our hands together against his bed. Not even a second after, Jin sank his teeth into the skin of my neck, eliciting a groan of pain and enthrallment from my throat. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, a dumb grin tugging my lips upward as he pulled back and blinked down at me.
In a single breath, Seokjin murmured, "Looks like I've found your weak spot." I moaned in response, tilting my head and inviting him to continue marking me as his.
"Jin."
"You want more?"
"Mhmm." I nodded eagerly, fidgeting beneath him as the brunet unlaced our hands and began to pull away. I blinked up at him to find Seokjin moving to the side with a knowing smirk, eyelids heavy with exhaustion as he gripped my chin to point my face towards him.
"If I remember correctly, you're in trouble." My heart fell to my stomach and I whimpered in frustration. "That means you don't get what you want."
A sigh slipped from my lips and I let my eyes snap shut. I pulled my hands to my stomach and fisted the bottom of my shirt, slightly revealing my underwear and bared thighs as Jin's eyes traveled over every curve and lump of my body. A chuckle rumbled from within Seokjin's throat and I found a humorous twinkle in his dark brown eyes as he leaned close and pecked at my glossy lips.
"Taehyung's orders, not mine, sweetheart."
"You don't have to listen to him," I murmured. I rolled over to hug the brunet's waist and keep us rooted together atop his bed. "Who's gonna know?"
"Yoongi told me you were the sneaky type."
I grinned widely as I snuggled further against his bared torso, his warmth and cuddliness so inviting in the darkness of his room. Seokjin leaned down to cover us in his bedsheets and envelope us in a tomb of pleasurable heat before holding me tightly.
"That's not the only reason you came in here tonight? Is it?"
"I came in here because I missed you," I breathed. "Not because I missed what you offered."
"That just shows me how much you really care, angel."
"I told you I did."
Eyes closed, swathed in darkness, I felt Seokjin's lips return to my skin, pressing delicately down my flushed face to my neck where he resumed his progress at marking me. I muffled my moans against the top of his head, feeling his teeth nipping along my throat until a curse bubbled up from my chest to his ears. His kisses felt unreal, just like the others, and threatened to throw me into the mess of my own head as I drug my nails down his bared shoulders.
"I think I can ignore Taehyung's rules so as long as he's not watching," he snickered, sending flames alight in my stomach. "But, you're gonna have to be quiet."
I nodded, not sure what he meant in his final words before I dove headfirst into blinding passion that erupted through my body.
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Yumin's whimpering and fidgeting woke Seokjin earlier than he planned. He lay for a moment as she pressed back against his chest with eyes screwed shut, images of the prior day forcing a pliant moan from his throat. In his sleepy stupor, he felt the tremors of a one-night stand work its way through his bones; a feeling he hadn't experienced in well over a decade. Having Yumin pressed up against his chest yesterday evening while Taehyung worked the vibrator's controls in his hand, then having her wander into his room well into the night and end up with her whimpering beneath him made Seokjin feel uneasy.
Were they moving too fast? It was discussed that they were family; he cared for her as he cared for the others, but now, with her sleeping beside him, neck covered in his hickeys and bite marks, that label had completely shifted into something different. Deep down, he knew that he didn't consider her to be a one night stand of any sorts. He would never use Yumin for his own pleasure, or for any reason whatsoever. After all she'd been through, he had no intent on letting her get used ever again, but the current moment and fading memories of the prior day, to him, felt dirty.
I need to slow down.
Yumin buried her face into his pillow and released a hitched breath, her backside heaving with every inhale as her fingers lightly fisted her curls. Turning onto his back, Jin let her continue to sleep while he stared blankly up at his ceiling. He remained quiet, listening as her whimpers turned into small cries of distress, his eyes widening in worry as he watched over her.
"Puppy," she panted. "Stop!"
Seokjin pushed himself up onto his elbows and leaned over the bruentte's side. He could see tears staining his bedsheets as her legs jerked slightly beneath her as if she were straining to push as far from something as possible. Or someone.
Puppy?
He reached out slightly to draw his hand along Yumin's upper arm, thumb pressing down into her skin as he made reassuring circles.
"Don't!" Her eyes flew wide as she flinched away from his touch. Jin's arm shot back down to his side in an instant, pulling back as he feared the worse while Yumin caught her breath. Immediately, she collapsed on herself, fisting the sheets near her head as she strived to draw everything closer to her for comfort. Her body trembled as Seokjin dared to inch closer against her backside, murmuring softly to her to grab her attention.
"Yumin-ah, are you alright?"
She shook her head no, too ruffled to speak properly as she tried hard to regain control over her breathing. Seokjin asked her if he was allowed to touch her, wanting to at least comfort the brunette and offer her support if she was struggling with a night terror or panic attack. He'd helped her once before back when things with Jungkook and Rachel had first blown out of proportion, but all of it was still fairly new to him. Yumin let the older wrap his arm around her waist and hug her to his chest, his thumb drawing lines across her pretty skin to calm her down. Her trembling didn't cease, but after a few minutes of silence and cuddling, her breathing slowed to the regular rise and fall of her chest.
"You okay, now?" Seokjin mumbled as he kissed his way along her neck. He told himself he would slow down in the amount of affection he showed Yumin, but right now, she needed it.
She jerked her head slightly out of reach, leaving him breathing down her neck as he stared at her flushed face. "N-Not now," Yumin murmured, squeezing his hand tightly.
"Ah-Alright."
The brunet made to back away, wanting to protect her yet knowing she needed space. Yumin's hold tightened around his fingers and held him in his place as small tears dripped down her face. "Don't leave," she whimpered, trying to urge him back against her. "Please?"
Seokjin's heart dropped down to the pits of his stomach at the sound of her shaky plead for him to remain beside her. She sounded so broken and scared; he didn't want her to sound that way anymore. Not after everything she'd gone through already. The elder man curled into place along Yumin's backside and she welcomed him by lacing their fingers together against his stomach.
With a shuddering breath, Jin rested his head in the crook of her shoulder, letting his eyes flutter closed as he tried to match the steady fall and rise of her chest. "Tell me what's wrong, angel. Did I do something wrong?"
She shook her head as she choked on another sob. Her grip flexed around his hand until Seokjin reached up and gently pinned it to her stomach to stop her from fidgeting. Whimpers fell from her lips as she tried to hide away in her pillow, but every breath, every sob, every shudder, could be felt through his own body. Jin tightened his hold on the brunette comfortingly, rubbing the pad of his thumb along her wrist in slow circles as he tried to lure her to rest.
"Jin-ah?" she mumbled listlessly after what felt like forever.
"Yes, angel?"
"I-I..." Yumin trailed off. After a moment, she turned over, her eyes narrowed pitifully and stained red as she peered up at him. Instinctively, Seokjin reached up to rub the tears away from her flushed face and cup her cheeks carefully in his hands. He pressed a reassuring kiss to her forehead, her eyes closing at the affectionate display.
"Come here, baby." Gingerly, Seokjin helped Yumin to settle between his legs and curl up against his chest. Her hand reached up to rest on the nape of his neck as she pressed her head close beneath his chin. The brunette's entire body slackened as she settled into his embrace and he finally begin to feel her trembling diminish until he could feel nothing but her heartbeat and the rise and fall of each breath.
So much had happened in the span of 24 hours it was making his head spin until he felt nauseous. Emotions were running higher than usual and in such a short timespan he'd experienced unease, fear, lust, joy, love, and now he was filled with guilt and anguish. An unsteady breath slipped past his plump lips and Yumin peered up at him with a worrisome expression. His arms tightened around her waist to distract her from the emotions running across his face; he didn't want to stress her even more with everything he was feeling.
"I've got you," he muttered absently. Seokjin's eyes wandered away from the brunette in his arms and dropped down to the floor. "I've got you, angel, don't worry."
Yumin remained quiet as she drew shapes along his skin with her nails, leaving the faintest traces of her imagination behind on his body until they turned red and began to fade away. She so vulnerable in that one moment. All he wanted to do was keep her safe and the only way he could do that was to get rid of Yura, but he couldn't do it on his own. There was so much more to get through and nobody could risk it on their own.
There was too much and too little happening for him to get through.
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Here's a quick update for you all. I'm sorry to leave you hanging again, but bests believe I will continue to update and Forever. certainly will not be discontinued. I've been writing this story for nearly 3 years and I don't intend to quit anytime soon despite my stalling.
I hope you continue to read and enjoy my story. Thank you so much for all the support<3.