and the last gif he is taking off his pants

Imagine finding Chris’ tattoo about you.

It was 1:48AM by the time you and your boyfriend got home from your cousin’s wedding reception. It had been an insane night filled with lots of booze and a ton of dancing. Both you and Chris had drunk and danced your way long into the night; there was no doubt your heads and feet were going to pay for it tomorrow. But it’d been a great night, the two of you- as always- had a lot of fun together. The two of you were so cute together that everyone- even the bride and groom- were a little jealous of your relationship.

Chris spent the entire wedding being a total sweetheart, there was an endless list of sweet things he did: he carried your purse for you while you went to the toilet, he accompanied you when you had to run around and greet family members you hadn’t seen or talked to since you were a little girl, he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your hair when you started getting emotional about the vows, he made sure you drank enough water and ate enough food to counteract the alcohol you were consuming because he knew you were a lightweight after two years of being together. Chris even gave you his too-big-for-you shoes towards the end of the night, carried your heels in his hand, and ruined his favorite socks- all because he knew your feet were killing and couldn’t bear to see you in pain. You’d lucked out with him, that was for sure.

Chris carefully stacked your heels onto the shoe rack before turning his attention to his shoes that you easily slipped off. He picked them up and slotted them into their respective spot on the rack before taking your hand and hauling your half-drunk ass upstairs. Your eyes fell on his favorite socks which were no longer a pretty cobalt blue considering he padded around on public grounds without his shoes protecting them. You felt terrible as you were responsible for murdering his socks; it was more than likely you could just soak and wash them, but your half-drunk ass didn’t think of that.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a raised brow; he’d no idea what you were apologizing for. “I ruined your favorite socks,” you explained then pouted, making him laugh. “They’re all dirty and gross now, thanks to me.”

“They’re just socks, sweetheart.” He shrugged nonchalantly because he really didn’t care, “don’t worry about it.” He tucked your arm under his when you got upstairs, he chuckled when he saw that you were still beating yourself up over the socks. “You’re still a little drunk, aren’t you?” He squeezed your hand gently and led you to the bedroom.

“I’m very much sober,” you said with a lopsided grin that made him laugh.

“Okay, my love. Let’s put you to bed,” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

He sat you down in front of your dressing table while he went into the bathroom to get your makeup cleanser and cotton pads. “Think you can manage?” He quizzed when he held out the two items for you; you nodded and took it from him, turning to the mirror to start the tedious process of removing your makeup. “Now let’s get this off,” he said as he moved your long locks out of the way to take off your necklace for you.

“Hey, Chris?” You looked at him through the mirror.

“Hm?” He looked up at you after he successfully removed your necklace.

“Do you think we’ll ever get married?” You asked him and he immediately smiled.

“Of course I do.” He lowered your necklace in your jewelry box. “I’m just waiting for the right time to pop the question. I feel like now isn’t because of my contract with Marvel, I mean- I don’t want to have to leave you after just getting engaged. I kind of just want to jump into the whole wedding planning and post-engagement glow, I can’t really do that if I have to run off. So I thought I’d wait until after my contract with Marvel finishes, if that’s okay with you.”

“As long as I know you’re in it for the long haul,” you smiled, “I’m okay with anything you want.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Of course I’m in it for the long haul, if I weren’t- I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me and I definitely wouldn’t have added your name to the house’s legal documents.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “Are you sure you’re sober?” He chuckled again, lifting your hair over your shoulders and letting it cascade down your back.

“Yes, I’d be a lot worst if I were drunk. You should know that by now,” you said and he laughed. “The wedding’s just got me thinking about having one of my own. I know you’re in it for the long haul, but we just haven’t talked about getting married before so-” You stopped talking and began to mumble when you saw the smile he had on his face, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to marry you,” he bent over and whispered into your ear. “I am not going anywhere and neither are you.” He planted a kiss into your hair, “are we on the same page now?” You chuckled but nodded, and he smiled. “I’m going to change out of this, I’ll be right back to unzip you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and resumed cleaning off your makeup.

In the mirror, you caught Chris walking into the wardrobe. He stood half in, half out as he took off his blazer, tie, slacks, then shirt. You watched him with great appreciation for his amazing physique; he was a lot more than his body, but it didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate it. He caught you admiring him as he pulled a pair of track pants over his legs, he smirked as he walked over shirtless with his tee in his hand.

“Why don’t you take a picture,” he teased, “it lasts longer.”

“Don’t really need to take a picture if you’re here for the long haul,” you winked at him. He chuckled and started to pull his tee over his head when you caught a tattoo on the side of his ribcage that you’d never seen before. “Hold up,” you lowered your cotton pad and turned around, lifting his shirt to take a closer look at the unfamiliar tattoo. “When did you get a new tattoo?” You trailed your finger across it then laughed softly when you realized what the tattoo was; a date, 4/7/2015. “Aren’t you patriotic, Captain?”

“Not that patriotic,” he responded with a light chuckle. “This is actually for the first time you told me you loved me,” he explained and you felt your heart skip a beat as you lowered his shirt. “Remember? Fourth of July, you met my family for the first time?” You nodded, smiling; it was a good day. “We rented a place by the beach, my whole family came out and we had a huge barbecue bonfire type thing.”

“And we snuck away just before they let off the fireworks,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “We went for a walk on the beach and I told you I loved you, a feeling you very easily reciprocated which was nice to know. I can’t believe you got that memory tattooed into your skin,” you gently poked the spot where the tattoo was, “you couldn’t just keep it in your brain?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Because that memory is far too important to me. Yes, it reminds me of the first time you told me you loved me, but it’s more than that.” You raised a brow for a more elaborate explanation. “It’s the day my life fell into place, Y/N. When you told me you loved me, it was like- all the stars aligned,” he admitted and you felt your eyes welled with tears of joy. “That was the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, then chuckled against your skin as he said. “And the day my mom said she’d disown me if I ever lost you.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed. “Lisa loves you way too much to disown you, even if you did lose me.”

“You clearly don’t know how much she loves you,” he smiled. “About as much as I do,” he bopped your nose. You lifted his shirt to admire the tattoo again when he released your hand; an act to which he chuckled softly at. “If you’re wondering when I got it, let’s just say it’s been an inappropriate amount of time for you not to notice.”

“Okay,” you laughed softly as you pulled your hand away, letting his shirt fall back over his abdomen. “I’m sorry I don’t notice every single tattoo on you, you have too many.” He chuckled, turning you around to unzip your from your dress. “But I know about it now and I absolutely love it.” Your dressed dropped to the floor and pooled around your feet.

“Mm…” Chris brushed his lips against your bare shoulder as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Does this mean you’re going to get a matching one?” You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, smiling. “Or you know,” he kissed your neck, “at least something that pays me and our love some form tribute?”

“You know me very well, Chris,” you began as he pulled back to look into your eyes, “so you should know what my answer is.” He chuckled softly when you smiled, the both of you simultaneously answered, “hell no.”

Jax Request,

Can you please write something for Jax, really fluffy or even with some smut.

Love Game

 

I was not very good at spending that much time on the club, I’d rather be home reading a book or doing some job with a nice cup of tea than be partying all night in between crow eaters and drunk outlaws playing games and hitting each other and that’s the reason why I stayed here tonight but at some point all the insecurities I tried my best to hide were floating around, all those skinny crow eaters dancing around my man without supervision with their short shorts and push up bras made me sick so I put on a white shirt and a black jacket before heading out.

As I arrived Irma was at the door looking at me like if I was the trash in the room and not her, she moved her fake nails in front of my face and I stopped with a scowl trying not to hit her any minute now.

“Your old man is being taken good care off, you can’t go back to reading the bible or whatever you librarian rat do” she said which made me fume, I pushed her off the way and walked inside the club.

It did not take me long to see Jax with a beer in his hand talking to Chibs and Bobby, three crow eaters dancing in front of them and reaching up for them. A blonde one touching with her skanky hands Jax’s leg, I saw him shrug her off and I smile at him from the other side of the room but it still annoyed me the fact that he didn’t tell them to go away, someone approached me at the bar and I saw Tig from the corner of my eye.

“What’s got your panties on a twist, sunshine?” he said and I gave him the middle finger “Easy, tiger he ain’t interested. Don’t you see?” he said and I scoffed something that weirdly made him smile “I have a deal for you and I get to have some fun” which made me rise my eyebrows at him “I won’t touch you more than necessary, just enough to make your old man jealous, put his attention back on the pretty thing he’s missing out”

 

“You know he’s your President right?” I said and he laughed

 

“I love pissing them off, deal princess?” he said and I smiled.

“You’re a sick man Tig, but I’m up. Just get me a drink first” I said winking at him for a second.

It was fun to play around with Tig he made the most awful jokes in the world, he was overall very fun to be around and I had almost forgotten about what we were doing when I heard the sound of people moving on the back, Tig pulled my chair closer.

“He’s coming, babe and I still haven’t a thing” he said before taking me from the neck and crushing me against his neck. “Hi, pres” he said in a cheery tone and I immediately pushed him off of me to look at Jax. His blue eyes were filled with fire and I could see a tiny smirk on his face.

 

“Hi, darlin’” he said with his thick accent “I was not expecting you to come, why didn’t you come to me?” he said and I just looked at him perplexed.

“We were having some fun, messin’ around” said Tig which caused Jax to smile big, two seconds later he hit Tig right in the face which caused me to gasp out loud.

“JACKSON” I screamed and Tig laughed while holding his jaw.

“C’mere” he said while reaching his hand at me and I took her not before smiling at Tig as sorry.

Jax walked us through the crowd taking us to his room on the back, he opened the door quickly and closed it with a kick quickly hovering over me. “What were you doing, baby?” he said looking at me with a wolf like smile “Trying to get me all mad and jealous, weren’t you?” he said before taking my jacket off with a quick movement “with one of my brothers, bad bad girl” he said, with one hand taking both off my hands out of the way to start touching me under my blouse. I whined at his touch and he laughed on my ear. “You like that, baby. Use your words” he said.

“Yeah, oh god” I said when he moved my bra out of the way to start touching my sensitive skin before moving to the nipple “Jax, please”

“Please, what YN?” he said kissing my neck and collarbones without stopping touching my upper part.

“I need you, Jax” I said, he let go off me to take off the button of my jeans and slide them off my legs “Too much clothing around here” I said throwing his SAMCRO shirt away and quickly undoing his belt, in no time we were both in bed panting at all the kisses and touches being shared. He pulled my legs up on his sides and started thrusting slowly but that didn’t last long Jax liked it rough and it did not take him long to start pounding. “Oh Jackson” I moaned when he increased the pace once more.

We both came together not long after that, him kissing me deeply and roughly through that time. “Never pull that shit on me again” he said with a growl in my ear “I don’t do jealousy” he said and I smirked at him, he put his arm over me “I love you babe” he said and I kissed him softly

“If the sex is that good, I’ll do it more” I said and he wickedly smiled at me before putting himself on top of me once again.

I’m sorry this is kind of wacky, if you want me to do something better please feel free to message me and I’ll write another one for you. Thank you all for reading

Jealous (Part 2) – A Danisnotonfire One Shot

****Author’s note: sorry that I’m posting this so late, but you have no idea how hard I was working on this. I give mad props to smut writers, because this was one of the hardest pieces I’ve ever written. PLEASE be forgiving if this isn’t what you had in mind for a sequel, because I tried my very hardest. Enjoy :-) ****

“You look sexy when you get jealous,” I whispered, before revisiting his lips with mine. Feeling Dan’s tongue teasing mine, anchoring me in his hold with his hand placed behind my neck, made my desire for him intensify. He pulled away too soon. “I want you so bad right now.” He admitted with confidence. The type of confidence you feel when you know you’ll get your way.

He grabbed my hand, and we quickly walked towards the street. Dan raised his hand to hail a cab. He looked impatient, as was I. I couldn’t wait to put my hands all over him. The cab pulled up towards the curb, and we got in.

Once we were in the cab, the sexual tension could be cut with a knife. We both had the same idea in our heads, but to be withheld from exploring it, even for a short car ride home, was agonizing. Dan and I sat at opposite ends of the backseat section. The seat between us felt like a territory that neither of us were willing to cross, given the inevitable sex-capades that would ensue. However, I realized I underestimated Dan when I heard the click of his seatbelt, and felt his hand graze my inner thigh.

Each upward-downward stroke he made on my thigh triggered my heart to beat faster and my legs to spread wider. He inched closer and closer to my crotch. I gazed at him; he was smirking, and his eyes were dark with dirty intentions. This shit head knew exactly what he was doing. I could feel my clit throbbing. Throbbing for his touch.

Wearing jeans was a mistake, I thought to myself. Had I worn a skirt, he’d probably have his index AND middle finger paying my lady area his long-awaited attention.

Right as I was about to go mad from the sensation, the cab pulled to a stop in front of Dan’s flat. I scrambled out of the car, and threw random bills into the driver’s window. I didn’t care how much I paid him; nothing was worth more than my need for satisfaction at that moment.

Dan and I ran up the steps to his front door, and I was bouncing on the heels of my feet waiting for him to unlock it. Once he did, he opened it and pulled me in. He pushed me up against the door, closing it in the process. He pressed his body against mine, and kissed my neck hungrily. I worked my hands through his hair, and lifted my leg to bring him closer to my crotch. He reciprocated, hoisting up not only my raised leg but my other as well, wrapping them around his waist. I had never seen this side of Dan, but I loved every bit of it. He grinded his groin on me, and I felt his boner stiffening through his skinny jeans. “Oh, my God,” I sighed, completely flooded with lust for him. His tongue danced on my neck, nipping and sucking every so often. While this felt amazing by itself, I needed more. I needed him to fuck me senseless.

“Babe,” I whispered, trying to stifle my moans, “can we go to your room and continue this?” He pulled away from my neck, panting, and said, “Yeah, good idea.”

We stumbled towards his bedroom, taking off articles of clothing on the way. I removed my shirt and jeans, and Dan undid most of his buttons on his dress shirt, ripping the last three buttons off due to impatience. Once we reached the edge of his bed, he pushed me down onto the mattress. He crawled on top of me, kissing up from my stomach all the way to my mouth. Each kiss he gave me ignited nerves on my skin I never knew I had. He made my body feel like the Fourth of July, fireworks exploding everywhere he touched.

While our tongues battled, I reached down to his jeans to unbuckle his belt. I briefly pulled away from the kiss. I removed his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and rubbed his dick over the material of his boxer briefs. He groaned intensely. This encouraged me, so I began to pull his jeans off to expose his boxers. He kicked them off, which left us both in our underwear.

Dan trailed kisses back down from my neck to my stomach, hovering over my panties. “How the hell are these still on?” he asked rhetorically, then ripped them off. Literally. Ripped them off. WHO WAS THIS MAN?

He wasted no time before sliding his finger inside me. He slowly pumped in and out, starting a rhythm. He added a second finger, and massaged my clit with his thumb. I gripped the bed sheets to refrain from moving my hips. I wanted to let him do his handiwork without interruption.

I hummed in pleasure. “You like that, baby?” Dan asked seductively. “Mhmm,” I hummed again in response. For a second, I didn’t know it could get any better than that. Of course, I was proven wrong seconds later, when I felt his tongue replace his thumb on my clit. I gasped. He licked lightly at first, and gradually started to flex his tongue harder and harder. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted Dan to write out the entire Lord of The Rings series with his tongue.

He took his fingers out of me, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He delved deeper into me, now using his tongue for his fingers’ purpose. He wrapped his hand around my thigh, and reached two fingers in to work my clit. This man and his God-given sex skills had me writhing in a wave of over-the-top ecstasy.

As I moaned out loud repeatedly, I massaged my hands through Dan’s hair, pushing him deeper into my core. I began to feel the familiar build-up in my lower abdomen, signaling that I was about to come. I finally released, moving my hips in sync with his mouth to ride out my orgasm. He kept going just as he did before, and he didn’t stop until I had to drag him up by his hair.

“That was fucking amazing,” I panted out. He smiled, and leaned in for a kiss. I blocked his lips with my hand. “No, no,” I said, “it’s your turn.” His smiler grew wider as I shuffled farther down the bed. I straddled his legs far enough down that I came face to face with his crotch. His boner was rock hard, and begging to be relinquished from the restraints of his boxer briefs. I obliged, tugging his briefs down at a slow speed teasingly. His dick popped out as soon as the waistband cleared it.

I caressed it with my hand, stroking it up and down as Dan had previously done to my thigh. I wanted to make him yearn for my touch as he did to me. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. I could tell he was enjoying this. To bump it up a notch, I placed light, airy kisses on the tip. He sighed with his mouth hanging open blissfully. This was too good.

For my final tease, I licked one long line underneath the shaft of his dick, starting right above his ball sack and going all the way up to the head. He shuddered. I looked up at him sensually, only to see he was looking back down at me. I could see in Dan’s eyes that he was aching for me. Aching for my mouth. I gave in to his wish, and wrapped my lips around his tip. I inched down his shaft, sucking gently. When I felt his head hit the back of my throat, I sucked back up, and then down again. I picked up a steady tempo, and went a bit faster when I heard Dan begin to moan.

My jaw started to hurt, so I wrapped my hand around his dick, lined it up with my mouth, and worked my way down, sucking and fondling simultaneously. Dan’s moans grew louder. I recruited my other hand to play with his balls. This took him by surprise, I assumed, since he gasped the second my hand touched them. I used this to my advantage, running my nails over them VERY delicately. My hair fell over my face while I solely focused on pleasing Dan, so he picked up each strand and held them in a loose ponytail behind my head. “Jesus Christ,” Dan groaned, “this feels so fucking good.” This urged me to work even faster. Sucking, grappling, licking, stroking. “(Y/N),” Dan said urgently, “get up here now. I need you.”

I smirked, and crawled back up towards him. He got a condom out of the side drawer, opened the package, slid it on, and flipped me onto my back. “Spread your legs,” he demanded, placing his hands on either side of my head. I obeyed. He lined himself up with my entrance, and eased into me. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head, feeling more than satisfied with the feeling of him inside me. It felt like the final piece of a puzzle filling in its empty space. Things were complete.

His hips found their flow, thrusting in and out at a steady, quick pace. I moved my hand down to my clit and massaged it to intensify the pleasure I was feeling at this moment. “Fuck,” I breathed out. Dan grunted repetitively. I started to kiss his neck, and moved my hips to meet his with each thrust. The sensation was out of this world, and I knew he felt it just as much as I did.

“I bet Jackson never fucked you like this, did he?”

That blindsided me. This whole time, Jackson hadn’t crossed my mind even once. I soon realized this passion, this sex drive, that had seemed so out of character for Dan, was fueled by jealousy. That little green monster catalyzed this, and even forced Dan to be vocal about it. But when he said that, it turned me on more than I had ever been in my entire life.

“Oh, no, Dan,” I moaned, “Jackson never fucked me as good as you do.” He groaned deeply, and I learned that the dirty talk was succeeding. I came in closer to his ear, and whispered, “He’d never please me the way you do, baby.”

Dan thrusted even faster. “He’ll never even touch you again,” he said between breaths, “you’re mine, (Y/N).”

“I’m all yours, Dan,” I affirmed, “I’m about to come.” I pulled his face in for a kiss, and our tongues found each other instantaneously. My climax was reaching closer and closer. I rubbed my clit hastily, and soon enough, I entered the known state of euphoria. I cried out, overwhelmed with the rapture of my orgasm. Dan was still thrusting, now sloppily, until he groaned one last time, more elongated and intense, cueing his orgasm.

He pulled out of me, and collapsed next to me on the bed. Beads of sweat were dripping down our faces, drenching our hair and causing my make up to run. He tugged the condom off, tied it up, and tossed it into the bedside trash bin. We were both trying to catch our breaths. Neither of us said a word for a few minutes.

“Hey,” he said. I turned my head to face him, and raised my eyebrows. “What’s that thing you said? About me being sexy when I’m jealous?” he asked teasingly.

I laughed, and rolled over to cuddle up to him.

“Yeah, maybe we should see Jackson more often,” I said sarcastically.

“NOT funny,” he said, stifling a smile. I laughed again. I tilted his head to kiss him on the cheek, and rested my head on his shoulder before falling asleep.

Title: Stress

Band: BTS

Pairing: Jin/Jimin

Rating: the same as almost everything on this blog ;)

Summary: Jin’s lips. 

A/N: All I can say is… my friend made me do it… you know who you are. 


“Hyung,” Jimin whines as he stumbles into their dorm. Seokjin sighs as he watches the younger take off his shoes with little grace, chucking them down and then continuing into the living room, where most of the lights are off, giving it a cosy feel.

Jimin slumps on the sofa, rolling his head back and groaning. Seokjin tries not to pay attention to how the veins on Jimin’s neck look ridiculously enticing, and instead goes to the kitchen to get Jimin a glass of water. He has a glass himself before returning to Jimin, thinking over how they’d ended up in this situation.

Jimin had stayed behind to help him perfect the final moves for “RUN” while the other members had opted to go home and sleep. After deciding that he wasn’t going to get any better at the moves, Jimin had convinced Seokjin to go to a street stall and have some soju, claiming he needed to relieve some stress. An image of Seokjin helping the younger relieve his stress in some less than innocent ways made Seokjin agree to the younger’s demands out of guilt.

Two bottles of soju later, and here they were.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines again, licking his lips.

“Yeah?” Seokjin answers softly, passing Jimin the glass of water. “Drink this - it’ll make you feel better.”

Jimin drinks the water in one go and places in on the floor, before sitting back and groaning.

“Hyung…” Jimin trails off, biting his lower lip. Seokjin waits for Jimin to continue, knowing it’s best to let him continue in his own time.

After a long sigh, Jimin continues.

“You know how… I’ve been really stressed recently?”

“Yeah,” Seokjin laughs quietly so as not to wake the sleeping members, “so stressed you almost had two whole bottles of soju to yourself!”

“Yeah, well… ah. I feel like telling you this is one of those bad ideas that seem great when you’re not sober…” Jimin keeps biting his lips and Seokjin has to make a conscious effort not to stare.

“You know you can tell me,” Seokjin reassures him, reaching out to stroke Jimin’s bright coloured hair. Jimin closes his eyes at the feeling, and Seokjin’s half convinced he’s going to start purring.

“The reason I’ve been so stressed is… you,” Jimin says quietly, finally opening his eyes to stare darkly at Seokjin.

“Me?” Seokjin asks, confused. “What have I done? Did I make you upset?”

“More specifically… your lips, hyung.”

“My lips…” Seokjin echoes, confusion still written all over his face.

“You see…” Jimin is growing bolder now, leaning ever so slightly closer to Seokjin, “I’ve been losing sleep… thinking about your lips and what they’d look like… feel like…”

Seokjin’s eyes are wide now and he exhales shakily, not quite believing what he’s hearing.

“Jimin-ah…” Seokjin says softly. Jimin looks up at him with dark eyes, the light from the only lamp on in the living room highlighting the softness of his cheeks and the plushness of his lips. Seokjin thinks that he’s going to be losing sleep over Jimin’s lips now.

Seokjin blames it entirely on the (minimal - Jimin had most of it) alcohol he’s consumed.

“Jimin-ah…” Seokjin repeats more firmly this time, making up his mind. As not only Jimin’s hyung but the eldest hyung in the group, it’s his responsibility to look after the younger members and make sure they’re not stressed.

“Let hyung look after you,” he smiles softly but dangerously, Jimin’s eyes widening slightly as if he can’t quite believe his luck.

Seokjin looks down at Jimin’s lap, noticing that Jimin has been toying with the waistband of his jeans for the past few minutes. He pushes Jimin’s hands away, grinning to himself at the way Jimin’s eyes are simultaneously lighting up with excitement and darkening with lust.

Seokjin places one hand over Jimin’s hipbone, stroking the soft skin above his jeans, while he uses the other to lift Jimin’s chin so he can press his lips to the younger’s. He hears Jimin let out a soft groan at the contact and presses his lips more firmly against Jimin’s, delighting in how responsive Jimin is.

He breaks away to sink to his knees in front of Jimin, spreading the younger’s legs to rest comfortably in between them. Jimin watches his hyung with hooded eyes, biting his lips.

“Hyung,” Jimin whines softly, “wait… what if the others hear us?”

Seokjin doesn’t pause in unbuttoning and pulling down Jimin’s jeans, the younger helping him by lifting his hips despite his protest.

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet,” Seokjin replies before leaning in to kiss just above Jimin’s boxers. Jimin’s hips buck slightly and Seokjin looks up at Jimin darkly, “Don’t make me hold you down.”

Jimin exhales harshly and Seokjin notes for future that perhaps Jimin wouldn’t exactly mind being held down.

Seokjin finally pulls down Jimin’s boxers, revealing the younger’s erection. Seokjin licks his lips, purposefully making sure Jimin is watching him, before leaning down to flick his tongue over the slit.

“Hyung,” Jimin groans, “Don’t tease me. You know I want to see your lips stretched around me.”

Seokjin licks over the head just one more time to tease, and then slides his lips over Jimin’s length, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, his hands going down to grab fistfuls of Seokjin’s soft hair. Seokjin allows it, looking up to see Jimin’s eyes closed.

He pulls off and Jimin’s eyes snap open as his mouth forms an ‘o’ of confusion and disappointment.

“Watch me. You wanted to see what my lips look stretched all over you so you better damn watch me,” Seokjin orders, his voice void of its usual softness.

Jimin nods, unable to form words, desperately needing the warm suction of his hyung’s lips.

Satisfied, Seokjin returns to Jimin, licking a long stripe along the length and then sliding his lips down as far as he can go, wrapping his fist around the base and pumping. He keeps up a steady pace of bobbing up and down Jimin’s length, applying tight suction near the tip, thoroughly enjoying the weight Jimin’s fucked out gaze and the pleasure-pain of Jimin’s fingers tugging more and more insistently at his hair.

Jimin’s hips begin to undulate under Seokjin’s grip, signalling that the younger is getting closer and closer to release, and his moans are becoming breathier and needier. Seokjin feels his own erection pushing against his jeans and realises he needs Jimin to come just as much as the younger does.

He relaxes his throat and takes more of Jimin’s length.

“Hyung,” Jimin lets out a long, drawn out whine, panting harshly, “I can’t… oh my God, your lips… fuck, you’re taking it so well… hyung, you look so good…”

Seokjin feels himself warm at the praise, relaxing his throat even more to take the last of Jimin’s length before bobbing back up. He feels himself getting closer, even just from sucking off Jimin, and wonders if Jimin would be up to returning the favour.

He goes back to the tip, swirling his tongue in the slit before suctioning his lips over the head and sucking. Jimin finally loses it, his hips stuttering in Seokjin’s grasp as he groans deeply, releasing into Seokjin’s mouth.

Seokjin swallows quickly, grimacing at the taste.

“I’m only swallowing ‘cause it’s you,” he grins up at Jimin, who’s leaning back in the cushions with a blissed out expression. Jimin manages a soft chuckle, ruffling his hair before letting out a contented smile and closing his eyes.

Seokjin tucks his softening length back into his boxers and stands up.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Seokjin holds out a hand to Jimin, whose eyes snap open quickly as a smirk makes its way onto his face.

“Sure, hyung,” Jimin says mischievously, “we don’t want to wake the members with me repaying the favour. I’ve noticed you’ve been awfully stressed recently, too?”  

Seokjin thinks he can be as stressed as Jimin wants, as long as he gets those lips on him.


- Admin H

TRUE ROMANCE  + Book 2 of Soul Mate


Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another lifetime?

A/N: This damn fic is getting cuter and cuter by each chapter and I’m afraid I’m going to die before finishing it…thank you guys for loving it so much, I appreciate it with all my heart! Enjoy!

Warning: None.

Word Count: 4K+

TRUE ROMANCE MASTERLIST


“I love you,” Turning around to face you as his eyes locked onto your own, you felt your breath hitch. “I love you, Y/N. And I will never stop loving you.” Hearing those three words, your heart shot out of your chest, your eyes never leaving his as his to your own. He loved you, he admitted the he loved you, and all you could do was tightly wrap your arms around him. You didn’t want to let go, you never wanted to let go, he loved you and you loved him.

Keep reading