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#sub!seokjin
borathae · 1 year
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”When you find an unconscious man bearing the mark of the Ravens on his chest washed up on the riverbed, you have to choose between your duties as a healer and your instincts as a woman.”
Pairing: Bandit!Seokjin x Healer!Reader
Genre: Fantasy, s2l!AU, Romance, Smut
Warnings: lots of plot, healing from a traumatic past, wounds & mentions of blood, very mild hatred in the beginning, some bickering which later turns into flirting, so much yearning, virgin!Seokjin, subby!Seokjin, soft dom!Reader, nudity, bondage in some sort, she feeds him while he's sick :'), he is very eager to learn, he is also such a cutie :(, lots of kissing, neck kisses, praises, breast massage, the goodest boy!Jinnie, handjob, fingering, mutual masturbation, they are very needy for each other
Wordcount: 22.4k
a/n: Seriously, the more stories I write about this universe, the harder I fall in love with it. Each time I create a little thing or a new animal or some type of food, I am filled with so much joy. I love this world so much! Also, Seokjin really did it to me :( he is such a sweet man in this story, I wanna protect him :( I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed working on it 💚
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You woke up with a strange feeling in your stomach.
Today was going to be a cursed day for you.
The feeling in your stomach has never lied to you before nor was it ever wrong.
Oh how you hated its accuracy, because as you rolled out of bed and hit your toe on the corner of your bed, you knew that it was once again right.
It continued at breakfast when the fire turned out to be hotter than on other days and burned the last of your eggs and meat. You had to eat the last two pieces of slightly dried up bread and when you looked into your jug, you had to realise in horror that Kukuruz - your cat - had drunk the last of your milk while you were sleeping.
“Kukuruz”, you had hissed at him, but he was slumbering peacefully on the window sill, “oh you cursed animal, may you wake up with a belly ache.”
Your bad luck continued as you hung up your laundry and dropped one of the pieces in the wet mud. Oh how you had cursed, because now you had to go down to the river to wash it again. And the curse didn’t stop, it continued on your way to town when your dress got stuck on some thorns and ripped at the seam.
“Oh how I truly hate this day!” you screamed at the skies, lifting your fist and waving it around.
Even in town your curse followed you like an unwanted shadow. Not only did the egg merchant sell the last eggs right before your eyes, but you had also forgotten your gold at home. You had to come to the painful realisation when you had to give up the most delicious looking piece of smoked meat because you couldn’t pay for it.
So you left the market just as empty handed as you had entered it, feeling less and less happy about ever setting foot outside your bed.
“I should have just stayed in bed”, you murmur, “my stomach was never wrong before, fatuous woman why did you not listen?” you grumble, almost running into low branches hadn’t you dodged them in the last moment.
You laugh in disbelief, gawking at them with big eyes.
“Truly, I must be cursed today”, you say and decide to be extra careful on your remaining way home. It wasn’t long anymore. Just past that glade and through the tunnel of conifer trees and your little cottage would be in arm’s reach.
It was your mother’s cottage once and her mother’s before that. It was a little outside of town, a tense conifer forest was separating it from it. But the paths were well walked on and the forest safe, except for the occasional boar and the mean tree fairies, which more often than not, loved growing roots in front of people’s feet to make them stumble and fall. One could hear their laughter in the rustling of the leaves and the creaking of branches. But they were harmless otherwise, they just loved playing tricks.
You didn’t encounter any of the little tricksters today. It truly surprised you. Out of all the days, you expected them today the most. They must be busy getting the trees ready for winter. While the tree fairies on foliage trees went to sleep together with their mothers, the tree fairies on conifer trees worked hard during the colder months to help their mothers keep their green dresses. Only now and then one of them found time in their busy day to play a quick trick on some humans, which made the entire forest rustle and croak in laughter if the trick was successful. And somehow it seemed that on such days the forest looked greener the next day, as if the fairies needed a good laugh to find more energy again.
You leave the tense canopy of spruce branches behind you, stepping onto the glade of your cottage. It was a spacious meadow, allowing the sun to shine on the ground and for a variety of plants to grow. The Singing River, which was just a hundred steps down the shallow slope, offered plenty of the clearest water. Your meadow never had to suffer from drought. It was truly a blessing. Especially as a healer, who depended heavily on the health of her many healing plants and herbs.
The air smells different here. Sweet and herbal from all the plants you were growing in the warmer months. The scent lingered even in winter as if it had already become part of the land. Perhaps it liked staying here with you and the warm sun.
“Finally”, you say and quicken your steps. Not long anymore and you are finally in the safety of your own home again. Nothing can go wrong now.
You hurry up the stairs.
Crack.
You stop and take a step back.
A ring. Golden with a silver gemstone in the middle.
“What is that?”
You bend down to pick it up and inspect it. You bite it first. It doesn’t bend under your teeth, which means that it was real.
“Where did this come from?” you murmur, looking left and right to see if you can spot a person.
You can’t. Your glade is empty.
“Huh.”
You look back at the ring. You have seen rings like such before. As the best healer in the Night Queendom you often find yourself in the Queen’s castle. You sometimes see rings like that on Her fingers.
“How did you come here?” you ask it, “did a bird drop you?”
You look up at the sky. There was no bird to spot.
“Or did magic bring you to me?”
But you would have sensed if someone tried to use magic on your land.
“Perhaps you were sent to me by the universe to break my curse?”
You slip it on your finger and then turn.
You will sell it in town and then use the money to buy the delicious smoked meat and another jug of milk.
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You return successful from the market. Your basket is filled with the smoked meat and a big jug of milk and even the egg merchant had a small box of eggs back in stock. You bought all them and even treated yourself to a delicious apple. It was the last of the farmer’s successful crop, sweet with a hint of sour in its taste. Exactly how you enjoyed your apples.
The ring must have broken your curse, so you thought as you walked back home with a happy skip in your steps.
“Good morning, Kukuruz”, you greet your cat, who had woken by now and is now circling your legs as you hurry through the cottage, “have you eaten yet?”
Mreow.
“No?” you bend down and pick him up.
Kukuruz rests gladly in your arm, watching you unload your basket. His tiny legs are pulled to his body, his soft tummy is exposed and his long tail is wiggling left and right contently.
“I know you drank my milk last night.”
Mreow.
“No no, don’t blame this on the fairies. This was your doing. I found your fur on the jug.”
Meow.
“As I thought. But worry not Kukuruz, I forgive you. The most peculiar thing happened to me. I found a golden ring on our porch and you won’t believe how much it was worth.”
You pull two big bags of gold free.
“Look! This will last us till summer!” you exclaim excitedly, "and I can still save some for the bathing tub!"
But Kukuruz seemed more interested in the smoked meat, beginning to wiggle in your arms.
“By Frenya, you are such a gluttonous cat”, you murmur, setting him down, “go to your bowl, I will cut some meat for you.”
The black cat struts off with a certain bounce in his steps. He sits down in front of his bowl and meows loudly, watching you with his tail moving back and forth on the floor and his emerald eyes widened in curiosity.
You cut a piece for yourself, nibbling on it as you fill his bowl with food.
“There we go”, you tell him and pet his head, “enjoy.”
Kukuruz thanks you with a purr and begins eating deliciously.
“Very well”, you stand up, “I am outside, getting the laundry and then some water from the river. Don’t you dare stick your head into my milk or else I will turn you into a bug.”
Mreow.
"I heard that."
With your basket resting on your left hip, you hurry outside and down the three steps which separate your porch from the grass. Your clothesline was located right next to your cottage. On the wooden posts rambler roses were climbing into the skies and behind the line, a spacious bed of different mints was located. The mints liked the climate there. Slight shade and enough space to spread. It always smelled nicely here. That is why you decided to put your clothing line on this spot of land. You believe that the scent of mint will soak your fabrics and make them smell nicer for longer.
You stop and gawk at your clothing line.
“By Frenya”, you murmur.
Your clothes are gone. Except for two dresses and one kitchen towel, the clothing lines are empty.
“Thieves!” you yell, twisting and turning with your eyes burning in anger, “who took my clothes?!”
Oh you are furious! This is outrageous! Who dared to come to your cottage only to steal your clothes? Oh, if you would catch them, they would flee in fear.
“May the Morguls eat your toes while you are sleeping!” you scream, hoping they can hear you.
Now, the clothes weren’t your favourites, thank Frenya. But there were useful and sturdy and they kept your legs warm in the colder months. You rip your remaining clothes from the lines and throw them into your basket.
“Truly, I don’t wish bad on people, but oh may they find snails in their food”, you murmur, punching the small heap of clothes, “this day is cursed! I hate this!”
With your face contorted in a frown, you stomp back to your cottage. You basically kick in your door, startling Kukuruz, who has caught some sun rays on the windowsill just before.
“You won’t believe what happened to me!” you tell him loudly and drop the basket on the floor, “someone took my clothes! I am cursed, truly cursed.”
The black cat tilts his head to the side and licks over his nose.
“I know Kukuruz, that is what I said too. May the Morguls eat their toes”, you growl and huff out air.
You cross your arms in front of your chest and sit down on your wooden stool.
“How could this happen? Why would someone come here just to steal from me?” you ask no one in particular.
Kukuruz struts to the kitchen counter and sits down in front of the two bags of gold.
Mreow.
You look at him and the gold.
“You are a genius!” you exclaim, “they must have been the one putting the ring on my porch!”
Mreow.
“I know, it is peculiar. Why would they take my clothes only to then leave something so expensive behind?”
Mreow.
“You truly think so? You think that they paid for the clothes with the ring?”
Kukuruz stands up and struts back to the window sill. He lies down, rolling himself into a tiny ball of black fur.
Mreow.
“Truly, you are a genius Kukuruz. They must have been travellers, who were dressed too coldly and when they realised that I wasn’t home to offer them a pair of pants, they took them from my clothing line and paid with their ring.”
Mreow.
“Oh Kukuruz you helped me feel better, truly. What would I do without you?”
Mreow.
You laugh, “oh now you are just being cocky”, you say in a fond chuckle and stand up. You grab your bucket, “I will be by the river fetching water.”
The Singing River is calm where you live. It is just two valleys and a forest away from where it starts in the Snowy Mountains. It hasn’t reached its true width and anger yet. The riverbeds were around five big steps apart and the water was clear and calm, reaching you just below you ribs. It was freezing in the colder months but was warm enough to bathe comfortably in, during the warmer months. It also offered many different kinds of wildlife to eat and even more different kinds of plants to use for potions.
You made your own little crook in the riverbed. You had dug out the earth so the water would reach you in a gentle slope and you could enter the river comfortably. You use it to wash your clothes and fetch water and also for bathing.
You slow down your steps.
It looks different today. Someone is resting on it. He seems to be sleeping in the sun.
You squint your eyes.
“Huh”, you gasp, widening your eyes and quickening your steps.
He wasn’t sleeping! His clothes were clearly soaked in water and his left leg was leaking blood. It had formed a little puddle by now.
“Good Sir!” you call out, “good Sir, are you alright?”
The man doesn’t answer you, he doesn’t even move.
You drop your bucket and squat down beside him. His hair was as black as the feathers of ravens and his face was pale in cold, his lips blue and purple.
“Oh dear, oh dear”, you touch the side of his neck.
His skin was icy. His pulse was barely there.
“What happened to you?” you murmur, turning your attention to the wound on his leg.
Teeth must have dug themselves into his flesh. His black pants were ripped where the animal bit him, showing torn skin and muscle.
“Oh that is a truly nasty wound you have here”, you murmur.
You rip a piece of your dress off. The thorns had already ruined it either way. You bind his thigh right above the wound tightly enough to stop the bleeding.
The man hisses in his unconsciousness and moves his head.
“I must get you out of this cold”, you decide and sneak a glance at your cottage, “oh this is going to be a long way.”
You grab the man under his armpits tightly and begin dragging him up the hill.
“You are so heavy, by Frenya”, you grunt, “couldn’t the river have washed up someone less muscular?”
At one point you accidentally dropped the poor man, making him groan. You picked him up in an instant and apologized quietly.
“If you would only work with me a little.”
Dragging him up your stairs was the part most difficult. You didn’t want to hurt him and yet with every step, you dragged his limp legs up the pumpy stairs, the man let out a quiet hiss of discomfort.
“Forgive me, oh forgive me”, you murmured each time, flinching with him.
The truest struggle of them all however, was when you tried to lift him on top of your bed. 
You had two beds in your cottage. One for your patients and one in the backroom for you to sleep in. The bed for your patients wasn’t quite as high as your private bed, but despite that advantage, lifting his heavy body was no easy task.
You feel out of breath once you had managed to lift him, finding support on the foot end of the bed by leaning against it.
“Truly”, you huff out air, “you are one heavy fella.”
You take one last deep breath, then clap into your hand.
“Now, enough whining. Let’s get you out of your clothes.”
You have undressed countless people in your long career as a healer. Women, men, children, even non human creatures. They were all just living beings to you, needing your help and care. You saw nothing peculiar in it and they saw nothing peculiar in being undressed.
Today however undressing your patient turns out to be more than peculiar. You started with his pants, working slowly and beyond carefully in order not to hurt his wound. The ruined pants you threw into a bucket. You will dry them and stitch them back up later. It wasn’t peculiar until then, it started when you began taking off his upper body clothing. The ripped fur slipped off his shoulders easily, soaking your floors once you had discarded it. His black tunic opened easily.
“By Frenya!” you exclaim.
That was the moment the peculiar started.
A black raven tattoo was burned into his chest. He was one of them. A Raven of the Black Forest, the group of men who had sworn to kill every woman they come across. Your aunt fell victim to them and two girls from your village as well. All three of them were mutilated and abused by those gruesome men.
You swore to never help such monsters and that if you ever had the chance to annihilate every single one of them, you would take it. And now one of them is resting in your bed, unconscious, wounded and unable to fight back.
You act quickly. You run to your dresser and grab the knife, which you usually use for collecting plants and branches. You have it pressed against the man’s throat within seconds, twisting his hair between your fingers.
“I will kill you monster”, you spit, tilting his head up. It makes the blade glide over his skin, forcing it to break at one spot and leak one droplet of blood.
The man groans at the feeling, opening and closing his lips.
You falter.
The sound was filled with pain. The kind of pain you have heard from so many of your patients. It was a sound a person would make. It was a human sound.
You loosen the grip around his hair.
The monster made a human sound.
You study his features. Pale and relaxed. He had a forehead like everyone else, he had a nose like everyone else, he had eyes like everyone else, a mouth and cheeks and brows as well. He looked like a human.
Your fingers slip from his hair.
“What am I doing here?” you ask yourself, “I consider killing a living creature when I swore to heal them. Have I lost my mind?”
The knife slips from your fingers, landing on the floor with a dull sound. It landed directly on the person’s fur, which muffled the otherwise shrill sound.
“By Frenya, I almost killed a person”, you murmur, touching your own cheeks, “I, I must remember my duties. I am no killer, I am a healer. I save people, not end their life. If he turns out to be a monster I can still kill him. Yes? I won’t regret this, will I?”
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You sleep restlessly that night, waking with every little sound the earth makes and thinking that it was the stranger coming to kill you. You know it was impossible as you made sure that even if he woke when you were asleep, he wouldn’t be able to hurt you.
You had to tie down countless people in your time as a healer. People tend to wiggle quite a great deal when they are being operated on, so one needs to know strong and secure knots in order to hold them down and minimise the chances of hurting them accidentally.
But despite that security, you wake up with heavy eyes and weak limbs the next morning. The sun was already shining and by your feet Kukuruz was licking your big toe.
“Good morning”, you greet him with your voice hoarse in exhaustion.
Mreow.
“I’m glad you did, I slept terribly”, you say and yawn, “the stranger kept me awake.”
Mreow.
You smile tiredly, “that makes me feel better. Thank you for taking watch.”
Mreow.
“Tzt. You ruined it again. Fine, I am already getting up to prepare your breakfast. By Frenya, you are such a gluttonous cat.”
Kukuruz follows you, circling your legs and rubbing his head against your calves every now and then with a deep purr vibrating in his chest.
You sneak a glance at the stranger as you pass by him. He was still sleeping, having turned his head to the other side. His lips are parted, they don’t seem so blue anymore. As a matter of fact, they have gained a pinkish glow to them.
His skin also feels warm to the touch when you check and his pulse has sped up considerably from last night.
These are all good signs. It means that your treatment helped.
“Stay, I’ll be back with medicine after making breakfast for my greedy cat”, you tell him, poking his cheek rather harshly.
It makes him roll his head to the other side and then sigh in his sleep.
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Once Kukuruz was taken care of and you have prepared your own breakfast, you return to your patient. He was still sleeping, resting in the same position you left him in.
You sit down on the chair and relax back, biting into your bread with smoked meat and egg.
“You know, you are lucky that I am such a good-hearted person”, you tell him with your mouth stuffed, “other people would have left you by the riverbed.”
The man shows no signs that he heard you, sleeping soundly.
You take a sip of your warm milk and take another bite of your food afterwards.
“I wonder what happened to you. Did you fight Woltron?”
You slurp loudly and swallow the contents of your mouth happily.
“Doesn’t matter”, you say and relax with a content sigh, “I have my breakfast and that is all that matters.”
He shifts then.
You freeze up in an instant, staring at him without chewing your food.
"What are you doing? Don’t move", you tell him.
He shifts again, groaning softly.
“Oh dear, are you waking up?” you ask him.
He rolls his head into a position so that it would rest on the back of it.
You reach for the knife hastily, pointing it at the stranger with shaking hands.
His eyes open slowly, blinking heavily to get used to the light.
“Mhm”, he lets out and closes them again. He tries to roll to his side afterwards, but the ropes holding his arms down prevent it from happening.
He opens his eyes quickly, lifting his head.
“What the?” he presses out and tugs on the ropes, “what in heaven's name is going on here?”
His eyes land on you.
“Who are you?” he asks, eyes flitting to the knife, “did you tie me up?”
“Don’t move!” you warn him, waving the knife around.
He dodges it skilfully, “what are you doing?”
“You, you, y-you are a Raven, aren’t you?” you ask him, extending your arm.
He eyes the knife before he snorts.
“What are you trying to do here? Cut me open? What that grip?”
You look at the way your fingers grasp the knife. It looks slightly clumsy.
“Excuse me?” you drop your arm, “I am very capable of holding a knife.”
“Of course”, he says and begins tugging on the ropes again.
You lift the knife again, hating your arm for shaking so much.
“Don’t move.”
“Well, can you untie me first? Or tell me your name and why you have me tied up in the first place?”
“I found you by the riverbed. You were unconscious and your left leg was chewed on, so I dragged you here and took care of your wound.”
He looks down at his covered legs and scoffs.
“Fuck”, he lets out, dropping his head into the pillows, “I remember falling into the river after being ambushed by a wolf.”
“Yes, Woltron. He doesn’t like Ravens.”
“It wasn’t Woltron, it was a normal wolf. Small, agile and way too fast to escape from”, he says and tugs on the ropes again.
It makes you grip your knife tighter and lift it again. He eyes it.
“What? Are you truly planning on killing me after saving me? Why go through all the trouble then?”
“You, y-you don’t know me. P-perhaps I am a dangerous witch, w-who likes eating men alive.”
He blinks rapidly before breaking into laughter.
“Don’t laugh”, you hiss.
He laughs louder, it sounds way more high-pitched than you had imagined it would, perhaps even a little squeaky.
“Oh forgive me”, he says and laughs, “but you are no witch, you are fooling no one here.”
“Tzt”, you click your tongue, “you are rude.”
“I am not the one who tied you up.”
“Well, accept it”, you say and cross your arms in front of your chest, “this is to make sure you don’t escape before your wound is healed.”
“Of course and it is not because you are scared of me.”
“You-“ you lift the knife again, pressing the tip into his cheek, “-I will poke you in the eye if you keep up this attitude.”
He eyes the knife before looking at your face. He scoffs in amusement.
“I am already quiet”, he says and chuckles.
“Tzt”, you click your tongue, pulling the knife away and discarding it on the dresser. Then you continue eating your bread, sending dark looks the stranger’s way.
He seems mesmerised by the food, gawking at it with his tongue licking over his lips repeatedly.
“What?” you challenge him.
“Give me some”, he orders.
“That?” you show him the food, guiding it to his lips.
He lifts his head, opening his mouth in preparation.
“Why should I?” you say, pulling the food away again, “I don’t want to share with murderers.”
He grunts, closing his mouth to frown instead.
“So why safe me? Just to torture me with starvation and your terrible knife skills?”
“Ha!” you exclaim and laugh.
“Stop laughing and give me food”, he spits.
“And why should I?”
“Because I haven’t eaten in days and it hurts.”
You give him an icy glare. Keeping your patients alive is one of your duties and that means cooking meals for them and making sure they are well fed and hydrated. Oh, how you are cursing the oath you swore.
“By Frenya, I should have never rescued you”, you murmur, standing up from your chair groggily, “what do you want?”
“Just anything.”
You prepare a hearty porridge for him, adding some of the smoked meat and an onion from your garden in it. Kukuruz watched you as you cooked, but didn’t move as the sunrays hit his back most perfectly in his resting position.
You also prepare a jug of water for him as he must be terribly parched.
You bring the meal to him on a wooden tray, carrying tubes of medicine as well. 
He had been resting his eyes, but opened them when he heard you come back. Now he is watching you, eyes glued to the tray in your hands.
“What did you get? Is it good? Can I have some?” he stresses, tugging at the ropes in an attempt to sit up.
“By Frenya, you are just as gluttonous as my cat”, you murmur, setting the tray down on the chair.
He eyes it hungrily, mouth watering to the point that he has to gulp.
“Here, open up”, you say, guiding the filled spoon to his lips.
He opens his mouth gladly, almost swallowing the entire spoon just from how greedily he eats. You watch him with your nose scrunched up in disgust. Of course, a Raven has no table manners whatsoever. You didn’t expect anything else.
He chews and hums, nodding his head.
“Very good”, he says, opening his mouth afterwards so you could feed him more.
You do so not because you want to, but because it was your duty to do so.
“How did you get into this situation in the first place? Aren’t you Ravens supposed to be great fighters?”
He shrugs his shoulders, waiting for a new bite with his eyes glued to the spoon. It is remarkable how happily he allows you to feed him.
"Well then I'm not surprised that a simple wolf won over you", you murmur, basking in the dark look he sends your way. It is a small victory in your fight against the Ravens. To see one look offended by you feels great. 
The stranger swallows his food and speaks. 
"It only won because I was weakened by running for long." 
"So you were running. Where to? Where from?"
The stranger merely takes a bite and eats with his dark eyes glued to your equally dark eyes.
"I bet you were out hurting innocent women and girls." 
"I wasn’t. I ran from.." he hesitates, then shakes his head, "...give me more food and maybe then I'll talk."
“By Frenya, you truly are like my cat.”
The stranger closes his lips around the spoon and slurps up the porridge hungrily. He chews it and swallows, opening his mouth again. And so you feed him another bite, making sure that you don’t drip any of it on his chest. That would surely burn and wouldn’t make a good impression of you as a healer.
“So where are you coming from? The Black Forest? Did a monster chase you?”
He shakes his head.
“Truly? Aren’t you Ravens supposed to live in it?”
He swallows the food down.
“And that means that we can’t find ourselves in other places as well?”
“I never stated this”, you say, muffling him by sticking another spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
He makes a sound of surprise, sending you a furious glare. It leaves you unaffected. You may not be able to kill him, but that doesn’t mean that you will be gentle with the way you are feeding him.
You are gentle when you feed him the water, solely for the reason that you do not want to change his sheets in case you spilled some of the liquid. He drinks it greedily, doing so with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.
“You must be careful, you will choke. Careful”, you warn him, supporting his head.
He grunts, swallowing greedily. He swallows and swallows until suddenly he gasps and coughs.
“See?” you say, hitting his upper back to help him, “I told you that your greed will be your downfall.”
He sends you a glare, one return all too willingly. He coughs one last time then parts his lips again, eyeing the cup greedily. You place it against his lips, watching him drink the water with your fingers buried deep in his hair.
The stranger finishes the entire cup, allowing you to lay his head down on the pillow once done. He watches you carry the dirty dishes to your work counter.
"Are you finally ready to answer my question?" you ask him, standing by the counter.
"Are you finally ready to untie my arms?" 
"No."
"Then I'm not ready either." 
"Tch."
You turn, walking back to the bed. You sit down on the chair, letting your eyes run up and down his body for long enough that the stranger shifts uncomfortably.
“What are you going to do to me now?” he asks, trying and failing to hide the nervousness in his voice.
“I have to take a look at your wound. It is most crucial that I do.”
“And I have to be tied down for that?”
You reach for the tray of medicine and scoot closer, keeping your eyes locked on him.
“Yes”, you state matter-of-factly.
The stranger scoffs.
“So I can’t flee when you poison me?”
“Oh by Frenya, you said so yourself. Why go through the effort of saving you just to end up killing you?”
The stranger swallows what he had wanted to say, clicking his tongue in distaste. You send him a triumphant grin, then reach for the blanket. You pull it off his legs halfway, making sure that his precious parts are covered.
“You undressed me?” he gasps.
“Yes, your clothes were wet and had many holes. Besides, I had to get to your wound.”
“How dare you? I gave you no permission to do such things.”
“Oh forgive me that I couldn’t get my answer when you were knocked out cold.”
“Tzt.”
“But worry not, you are not the first I see. It is actually quite common to see people in their bared state in my field of work.”
“Who are you?”
“I am me”, you tease, sending him an amused grin.
He rolls his eyes but gasps when he feels your fingers on his thigh.
"Careful.”
“Worry not, I am very careful”, you tell him, inspecting the stitches, “you got lucky you were unconscious last night. Your wound is pretty deep, so I had to stitch it up.”
“Yes, the wolf bit me quite deep.”
“It did. It even got a little chunk of you. That must have been a good treat for him”, you joke and to your surprise he actually chuckles.
You and him exchange a quick look before you return to cleaning the stitches. That felt awkward. You never intended to make a Raven laugh. 
“I fixed it for you. You got lucky you fell into the river. The cold water helped the blood vessels close up. I just had to clean it and stitch it back up.”
You wring out the cloth and press it against his skin, cleaning it off most tentatively.
“How do you know so much?” he asks.
“I’m a healer.”
“I have never met a healer before, at least not a woman.”
“Truly? You have met male healers?” you have to chuckle, “this is most remarkable, given how people don’t trust men to be able to handle such an important profession.”
“Well, this is nothing but sexism. We can be great healers too.”
“Now, now I never said that I believe in what the people say. I am sure you men have the talent for it.”
“Yes, we do. We have many talents and potential.”
“Of course, I believe you.”
“Don’t mock me”, he hisses, furrowing his brows.
“Please don’t think I did. I was being truthful”, you give him a smile, “my cousin works as a healer in the Nourishing Fields. He is a very talented healer.”
“Oh”, the stranger says and relaxes his features. Not for long as a sharp burn runs through his leg a second later. He groans and frowns.
“I know it burns”, you tell him, watching him tense up, “but it is supposed to feel that way. It is the magic which has this effect. It is quite the effective healing potion.”
“So you are a witch?”
“In a way I am, but I am most definitely not the type of witch you Ravens believe women to be.”
“Tzt.”
You give him a grin, then turn your attention to the healing potion. It was green in colour, gaining an emerald glow once you spread it on the wound. The stranger gasps and tenses his thigh.
“Are you sure that this is safe?”
“Yes of course it is. Trust me, I am very skilled in potion making.”
“Why aren’t you using your magic to heal me? Why use potions?”
“Well, you see. My magic works differently. I can use it to detect wounds and illnesses and I can infuse my potions with it, but it doesn’t really work with mending torn flesh or fixing broken bones. I can help nature, but I sadly can’t bend it.”
“But there are healers who can do such things, I have seen it be done.”
“Yes, of course there are such healers. The Menders, but they are quite the show-offs if you asked me”, you say, giving him a small smile.
He chuckles again. It is a nice chuckle. As much as it pains you to admit it, it is a nice chuckle.
“Yes, I know. We have a Mender in our circles and he is such a show-off", he says.
You laugh, “I see we are sharing a common nuisance.”
“Yes, we do.”
You exchange a smile. It was honest on both sides. 
“I’m ___”, you tell him.
“My name is Seokjin”, he answers you.
“Nice to meet you Seokjin. You are actually quite decent for a Raven.”
“Thank you. You are quite decent for a woman too", he jokes.
He makes you chuckle.
“Now lift your leg, I have to wrap it up so the potion doesn’t rub off.”
He follows and watches you work. You tighten the white bandages with a skilled knot, smoothing over his thigh once done.
“How is that? Is it too tight?”
“No, it feels comfortable.”
“Well then, relax. Your clothes should be dried by now”, you tell him and stand up to leave.
Your cottage is surprisingly spacious. You have your work room in the front. It is the room you come in first when you enter. It houses a patient bed, shelves for your many books and potions, a working table and your kitchen, which has a wonderful view out on the meadow and the Singing River. To the left are your living quarters. One room, which houses your bed and more shelves for more of your books. It also houses a big fireplace, which is currently crackling and warming the cottage. It also dries the Raven Seokjin’s clothes and one of your tunics, which you will use later for sleeping. Your buttery was just left of the fireplace through a wooden door. To the right, just past the fireplace a doorway leads to a small washing room. It was not big and most definitely not luxurious, but it housed a washing bowl and a toilet seat. Which was most convenient in winter as you didn’t have to leave the warmth of your cottage to do your business. You are also currently saving up for a bathtub. You dreamt of having one after visiting the Queen to sell Her some of your sleep inducing bathing oils. You snuck a glimpse at her bathing tub then and decided to save up for your own. It will still take some time, but you are patient.
“You are lucky. Your clothes have dried over night”, you tell Seokjin as you return.
He lifts his head, propping himself up on his elbows.
“I stitched the holes in them, so you don’t have to worry about feeling the wind on your skin.”
You place the clothes on top of his stomach. He eyes them.
“Tell me, how should I put them on when my hands are still tied?” he asks, lifting them as high as the ropes allow him to.
“Oh yes, I completely forgot.”
Once your knife was grabbed, you loosen the knots, taking a cautious step back and pointing the knife at him. He eyes it and scoffs in amusement.
“I see that I am still at knife point here.”
“I’m just making sure. I don’t let a pretty face and comfortable conversation trick me.”
“Yes indeed, I am quite handsome”, he agrees and sits up.
You try not to laugh, but the corners of your mouth still curl upwards. He isn’t lying. He is very handsome. His torso carried strength and muscles, his shoulders were broad and perfectly defined. His legs were long and perfectly proportionate to the rest of his body. You also think that his thighs look very tempting, especially in those tight linen pants of his'. He pulls the tunic over his head, messing up his raven hair. It was longer in the back, framing his face in a way that draws your eyes to it. He had a handsome face. His eyes were dark in colour and fit perfectly on his head, his nose was straight, guiding your eyes down to his lips. Plumb and pink, they were chapped from the winter winds, but looked better than last night after you put some moisturizing oils on them.
“So why are you here?” you ask him, watching him fix how the shirt sits on his torso.
“I escaped the Queen’s castle.”
“What?” you gasp. He is a fugitive. You are housing a criminal. Quick. You need to act quick. You grab your knife harder and point it at him.
“Not that bad grip again”, he says, sounding amusedly exhausted.
“Hands behind your back!” you tell him loudly, “I shall bring you back to Her, criminal!”
Seokjin lifts his hands and smiles.
“I am no criminal, I did what had to be done.”
Everything falls into place now.
“You killed the Queen?” you squeak out, “that is why you ran? Because you killed Her?”
“What?” he laughs loudly, throwing his head back.
“Don’t laugh, murderer”, you hiss, stepping closer to poke his stomach with the knife.
But Seokjin is quicker, grabbing your wrists and using your strength against you. He makes you drop the knife and twirls you.
“Eek”, you squeak, falling.
He catches you before you can fall on your butt, now having your body cradled in his arms and tilted back slightly.
“I told you”, he whispers, letting his breath swirls over your lips, “you have terrible knife skills.”
By Frenya, your heart fluttered.
“And just so you know, I didn’t kill the Queen. I escaped because I didn’t want to live under yet another ruler”, he says, letting his eyes flit to your lips for just a second.
“Well I”, you feel your heart flutter again and your eyes flit to his lips as well. By Frenya, they look so tempting up-close. Pink and so incredibly pillowy.
Seokjin tilts his head, moving closer.
“I hah”, you let out, turning your head away, “let go of me.”
Seokjin sighs in disappointment and helps you straighten up. He steps back, but not after allowing his hand to linger on your lower back for just a second too long.
You fix your collar, clearing your throat.
“You!”  you exclaim, scurrying to retrieve the knife. "You!", you point the knife at him, “you rascal! How dare you!” you call out dramatically, trying to cover up just how flustered he has gotten you.
Seokjin snickers, lifting his arms above his head.
“You are funny”, he says, earning himself a slight poke into the chest.
“You are such rude man. You will sit on the bed now and behave”, you warn, poking him again.
“Ah okay, okay I am already sitting”, he says, “dear heavens, the woman really poked me with a knife”, he mumbles to himself, rubbing the spot you touched.
Seokjin studies your figure.
“And now?” he asks, sitting on the bed dressed and with his eyes fixated on the knife.
“Now I want you to put your hands on your lap.”
He follows. You inch closer to him, pressing the knife against his throat once close enough.
“Don’t move or else I’ll cut you”, you warn.
He smirks, “I won’t move.”
“Good”, you say, squatting down in front of him.
You place the knife on your lap and snatch some spare ropes, wrapping them around his wrists quickly. You know the knots by memory, so working quickly doesn’t mean that you don’t work diligently. Just seconds later, his wrists are bound in a way that allows them no movement. You pick up your knife again, locking eyes with him.
“So now I’m your prisoner?”
“Yes, until I figure out what to do with you.”
“What if I have to go to the loo?”
“Then you can be creative. I’m sure you have lots of practice in holding your cock.”
He laughs, “and why should I?”
“Because I know you Ravens don’t have women. How else should you find your release?”
“We”, he blinks in confusion, “touching ourselves is forbidden. It lets the demons inside.”
“By Frenya”, you murmur, “Rafkan is one crazy fella, isn’t he?”
Seokjin furrows his brows, “well, it doesn’t?”
“Of course not”, you say and chuckle, “hell, if you asked me, it actually helps with your demons. You know? One stressful day, a quick”, you mimic jerking off, “and you are good to go again.”
His face is ruby instantly, the colour even spreads to his ears.
“No!” he exclaims, widening his eyes, “no, I would never”, he insists, having to lower his head in coyness.
It is quite adorable how easily he flustered. You chuckle and stand up, giving his head a soft pat.
“Either way, you should rest some more, the cold gave your body quite the hard time. It is best if you sleep it off before a fever takes hold of you.”
“What will you do?”
“I have patients to care for, worry not I will still keep an eye on you”, you say and just seconds later a knock on your door lets you know that your first patient had just arrived.
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It has been a week since you found Seokjin washed up by the riverbed. He is still with you, having gained the privilege of free limbs under the condition that he will help you keep the cottage clean. He accepted because his leg still needed to heal and he also didn’t want to stay in the cold outside. So he agreed on being your servant for the time being, preparing food when you are busy and keeping the work counters clean for your next patient.
He is actually quite the remarkable servant. Hardworking too. And most definitely handsome. Oh dear, here you are again staring at his face when he doesn’t notice. You break your eyes away from him, looking at the books you had read through before.
“Seokjin”, you call his attention.
“Yes?” he asks, limping to you.
“Would you mind bringing me the bottles of ghostworth please?”
“Ghostworth? How do they look?”
“The translucent ones. Worry not, it’s labelled.”
You hear him limb to your herbs cabinet and come to a standstill. Silence. More silence. Even more silence.
You turn to check on him. He is looking at the cabinet, fumbling with the bottles while mumbling something to himself.
“Seokjin?”
“I almost got it”, he says and whispers to himself again, squinting his eyes.
You stand up and close the distance between you and him.
“I got it”, he says, moving closer to the shelf.
“It’s here”, you say, pointing at the bottle at which he is staring, “ghostworth, it reads right there.”
“Yes! Exactly”, he takes out of the shelf, “I was just about to grab it.”
He hands it to you with his ears and cheeks burning up. Oh this is peculiar. You ought to investigate.
“Seokjin, what does this bottle read?” you ask him, pointing at the random bottle on the shelf.
He looks at it, squinting his eyes. Panic washes over his features.
“Basil”, he says.
“Mint”, you answer him, furrowing your brows.
He seems disappointed, sagging his shoulders.
“You can’t read, can you?”
With his eyes lowers he turns to you, shaking his head.
“Oh dear, oh dear.”
“Don’t mock me”, he hisses, feeling embarrassed.
“I’m not”, you assure him then give him a smile, “do you want me to teach you?”
“You would do that?”
“Yes of course, come follow me. I will teach you.”
Seokjin follows gladly, sitting down next to you with a quill and some paper ready. Oh, his eyes sparkle oh so much, his cheeks are glowing oh so much. You find it almost adorable just how eager he seems to learn the art of interpreting letters.
And so you spent the rest of your day teaching Seokjin the letters of your language, explaining to him how he can put them on paper and how to form them into words. Seokjin works diligently, scribbling the messiest letters at first before gaining great perfection in them. By the end of the day, he can even write his own name. He is currently trying to write down yours, sitting next to you at the work table.
“Look ___”, he calls your attention away from the medicine you were working on.
You turn and look at the letter covered sheet of paper. He points at your name he wrote in squiggly letters.
“This is your name.”
“Indeed it is.”
“Do you think it looks good?”
“Yes, indeed. You have a great talent for connecting the letters”, you say, making him beam in pride, “practice some more and you will be fluent in no time.”
“I will. I will practice all night”, he says excitedly and turns to his task again. With his tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth and his brows furrowed, he practices his letters while you prepare the medicine and later cook dinner. Even during dinner he has one eye on the letters constantly, reading them over and over so he wouldn’t forget them again.
"Do you enjoy this?" you ask him over the brim of your soup bowl. 
"I do", he says, nodding his head vigorously, "I can't believe how easy this is." 
You study his features.
"Can I ask. Can none of you read?" 
"None of us?" 
"Ravens. Do you never learn how to read?" 
Seokjin shakes his head, "only Rafkan knows how to read. He says that it was a burden from his past and that he doesn’t want us to succumb to the horrors reading brings."
"Well, that sounds like horseshit", you scowl in distaste, "no wonder he is able to fill your heads with such lies when you poor boys can’t even read the real history of this queendom." 
Seokjin lets out a breathy laugh, blinking his eyes in disbelief.
"I don't", he begins, but doesn’t find the right words to continue.
You sense his discomfort and give him a reassuring smile. 
"You should eat the soup and practice more. I promise that you will find no horrors because of reading." 
Seokjin nods his head, looking back into his papers. 
"I want to read", he whispers more to himself than to you, "I really want to read." 
It is deep into the night and you have just returned from the washing room. Seokjin’s sleeping place by the fireplace is still empty. By this time he would already be under his blanket with his head resting on his many pillows and Kukuruz slumbering by his head. Tonight however, only Kukuruz was occupying the fur. 
“Seokjin?” you call out.
He should be here by now, slumbering peacefully.
“Are you still practicing?” you ask, entering your work room just to realise that Seokjin had fallen asleep by the desk. His cheek is squished against the surface, his lips are parted in calm breaths, the quill is still between his fingers.
You smile.
“Seokjin dear, wake up”, you tell him, shaking him softly.
He wakes with a gasp, flinching harshly. His head snaps up, revealing his ink covered cheek. He blinks his eyes at you sleepily.
“You shouldn’t sleep here, it will hurt your back. Come to bed.”
“I fell asleep”, he murmurs, letting you pull him to his feet in his sleep-drunken state. He stumbles after you, barely keeping his head up right.
“I know, it’s from all the practicing you've been doing. Now lie down, get comfortable.”
Seokjin allows you to tug him in and fluff up his pillow so his head would be comfortable. You reach out and wipe the ink of his cheek. It makes him blink at you sleepily and for his lips to curl into a tiny, almost content, smile.
“Sleep now”, you tell him softly.
“Thank you ___, I always wanted to be able to read”, he whispers, eyes reflecting the sparkles of the fire.
“And I’m sure you will be great at it in a few days.”
"Thank you so much…"
Seokjin closes his eyes and smiles. He falls asleep that way. Smiling.  
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Seokjin practices diligently the next day. You give him one of your easier books so he could copy words out of it and by the time the sun had passed its zenith, he already knew how to read a small passage of text. Now, you believe that he merely remembered the sounds of it after hours and hours of practice, but it was still impressive.
“___ please listen to that”, he calls your attention.
You have just said goodbye to a patient, now turning around to look at him.
“I am listening.”
Seokjin takes a deep breath.
“The mulberry fruit is sim…iliar in length and in…width than a thumb”, he speaks slowly, creasing his forehead in concentration. Then he lifts his head, looking at you with widened eyes, “I read that.”
“I heard”, you have to smile at him for you found him beyond adorable, “that was very good. You are a diligent student.”
He begins blushing, “thank you”, he says, barely containing his excitement, but managing to by hiding his mouth behind his hand.
The moment would have continued to be beautiful, hadn’t the door sprung open loudly and startled the both of you.
“Healer ___! Oh healer! Please, I am begging you, we need you!” a man, you know his name to be Yorm, screams.
His wife, Yelana was her name, was beside him. Her dress was covered in blood.
“What happened?” you are on high alert instantly, looking at their little daughter lying unconscious in her father’s arm.
“The Ravens! It was the Ravens! They ambushed our little Yela when she was playing in the forest! She is barely breathing and bleeding! Bleeding out of her stomach!”
“Put her down. Quick, be careful. Seokjin make space. We need the space.”
Seokjin stumbles to the side, clutching his little book while watching in horror as the crying parents have to lie down their little daughter. The blood has soaked through her dress, spilled all over her father’s tunic. She is barely breathing, looking to be in great pain.
You work quickly, diligently, carefully. Her dress you open, revealing the clashing wound on the side of her stomach. Seokjin feels disgusted. Not by the wound or the blood. But by who did this. The Ravens. His people hurt that little girl.
“How did this happen?” he asks the mother.
“Oh I don’t know”, she wails, “she was playing. She was merely playing. Why, oh why would they hurt my little girl? Why? She has done nothing wrong! She is just a little girl! Just a girl!”
“I’m so sorry”, he croaks, feeling his heart break when the mother begins crying miserably. She falls into her husband’s arms, who joins her painful wailing seconds later.
His people hurt that little girl.
Seokjin stares at her.
They hurt a little girl.
A child.
An innocent person.
“Seokjin!” your harsh voice rips him out of his painful trance.
“Y-yes?”
“Bring me the blood stopping potion. The one in the red bottle! Quick!”
Seokjin runs fast. He runs as fast as he can, fighting against his tears because of what his people did. He almost drops it as he hands it to you, apologizing for his clumsiness with a shaky voice.
“Bandages. Quick”, you however just bark your next order, already applying the potion to the little girl’s wound to finally stop the bleeding. A red glow fills the aura around her. The potion begins to work.
Seokjin can’t see that it does. He is too busy running and running and running to get the bandages. He has to be helpful. He has to save that little girl. His thigh is aching unbearably but he can’t let it stop him. He has to be quick.
He is limping as he runs, feeling out of breath.
“Bandages. Here.”
“Good. Open them. Get them ready, I will need them soon.”
“Yes! I will, oh god, I-I will.”
Seokjin works with shaking fingers. Oh why do they not want to open? Are they stuck together by magic? Come now, fingers! Work! You have to open those bandages! Open them!
“There we go”, he hears you say and watches as you straighten your back, “I closed the wound.”
“Oh by Frenya!” the mother and father exclaim behind him, “is she safe? Did you safe her?”
“Yes, you have nothing to worry about. The wound looked worse than it was. She will survive.”
Seokjin should feel relief, but he doesn’t. He is too shaken up. He can’t even be happy when the parents fall around your neck and thank you with loud sobs and promises of endless prayers for you.
He leaves in the end, once you told him to get some fresh air.
He doesn’t know what he did in that time. He sat, but felt numb in shock. He thought whilst thinking nothing at all. He felt whilst feeling nothing at all.
He is sitting on the stairs once you come out, staring at the ground with lifeless eyes.
“Hello there”, you greet him.
He blinks and turns his head. He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you with glassy eyes.
“How are you feeling?” you ask him.
He shows you his shaking hand.
“I can’t stop shaking”, he says and laughs painfully, “is this normal?”
“Yes, worry not. I was so shaken in my first few years as a healer that I couldn’t sleep afterwards. It gets better with time.”
“Hah”, he lets out and laughs again.
You know that this was a nervous reaction. When the brain gets overwhelmed, it tends to tell the body to laugh because otherwise it would be unable to handle the stress.
“Forgive me for putting you through this”, you say and offer him a mug of tea, “here, drink this. It will lessen the shakes.”
He accepts it and drinks it with two hands holding the mug. He lowers it afterwards, keeping it balanced on his thigh. His fingers are playing with the handle. It made a faint clicking sound each time he graced his fingernails over the material.
“We did this”, he says.
“I don’t seem to understand.”
“My people did this”, he says and touches his chest, “we hurt a little child.”
You eye the covered raven tattoo on his chest and the way his fingers twist his tunic painfully tight.
“Don’t compare yourself to those monsters. You didn’t hurt her, you saved her life. You are not the same as them.”
“And yet I was, not so long ago”, he lowers his head, “fuck, what have I done?”
“Seokjin, look at me.”
He lifts his head just enough to be able to look into your eyes.
“Your past is messy and dark and filled with mistakes, but it has passed and it can’t define who you want to be in the present.”
He furrows his brows.
“So don’t say that your people did this, because those monsters aren’t your people anymore and you surely aren’t their people either.”
“You truly think so?”
“Yes, I truly do.”
He smiles and while it looked sad, it was also filled with relief.
“Thank you”, he says barely audibly before having to look away and rub at his eyes to stop them from tearing up.
You reach out to give his upper back a gentle pat. He wasn’t shivering as much anymore.
“You did great in there. I mean it, you helped me a great deal”, you praise.
“Thank you. I had no idea what I was doing.”
You laugh, giving his back a gentle rub.
“You still did great.”
“I’m so glad I did”, he says. He takes a deep breath, lifting his head not only to get rid of the tears but also to look at the stars, “it felt good to help another person.”
“Yes that is why I love being a healer. Now, there are losses and those days leave a great aching behind. But most days are like today, filled with worry and yet at the end”, you look at the moon and smile, “at the end they bring great happiness with them.”
“You are a great healer.”
You turn your head only to realise that Seokjin was looking at you. His eyes reflected the light of the moon, his pretty lips were curled into a warm smile.
By Frenya, your heart is fluttering and your stomach tingles. Oh, it is the most unfamiliar of feelings.
“Thank you”, you whisper, eyes racing between his' without wanting to break away.
Seokjin nods his head and touches his chest. He closes his fingers around the tunic. 
"Can you heal me from this mark?" he asks. 
"I don't know if I can. And even if I could, it would hurt unbearably."
"I'm willing to take it if that means that I’m finally rid of it", he says, eyes filling with tears and lips curling in a painful scowl, "I want to cut it off. Why does it have to be on me?" he croaks, clawing at his chest.
"Hey", you stop him from hurting himself by taking his hand, "don’t do that. You’ll only hurt yourself", you speak softly.
"I don't care. I want it gone."
"But I care", you whisper, tracing his knuckles.
Seokjin whimpers softly, teary eyes flitting to you. He sniffles but doesn’t cry any more. 
"I promise you, we will find a solution together, but for now be patient please. I don’t want you to hurt yourself."
Seokjin hesitates, sniffles, lowers his eyes and nods his head. 
"Thank you", you say and pull back, “I think I should see how our patient is doing”, you say and stand up. You fix the front of your tunic and clear your throat, “you should stay here and catch fresh air, I know that healing people isn’t for everyone.”
Seokjin looks up at you. His eyes seem softer than they usually do.
“Yes, I will”, he breathes and finally shows his teeth in a hopeful smile.
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Yela’s parents pick her up after eight moons and nine suns. The little girl looks healthier and thanked you with a hug. She also thanked Seokjin, who could barely accept her hug in guilt. But Yela insisted and so Seokjin allowed her to hug him and smiled when she called him her saviour too.
It was a busy today. Once the months were cold and the ground was covered in white snow, people tend seek your help for sore throats, stuffy noses and terrible coughs. It wasn’t hard work and required more knowledge about medicine than skill and you really liked it. Seokjin stayed by your side and watched you work. He asked many questions at first, so you gave him one of your empty notebooks and your favourite quill and told him to write down whatever he learned for later. He did so happily, even going so far as to draw the different bottles of medicine and scribbling the illness they could heal whenever the day was calmer.
You just said goodbye to the last of your patients for the day, now turning to Seokjin. He is busy storing the bottles of medicine by name. It fills you with pride to see how far in his readings he has already come. He is truly such a diligent student.
“Today was very busy”, you say.
He lifts his head.
“Yes, you worked very diligently.”
He makes you smile.
“I saw that you took many notes as well”, you say, reaching for his book. You open it, having to chuckle at the very badly done drawings.
“Why are you laughing?” he asks, drawing closer to you so he could look into the book as well.
“It is just that you truly weren’t graced by the drawing goddesses.”
He gasps, widening his eyes, “I worked very hard on them”, he whines, pouting most cutely.
“Oh Seokjin”, you chuckle, patting his arm, “truly I can see your hard work, they are just terrible drawings.”
“This is outrageous. Give me back my book, you have lost the right to look”, he says, ripping it out of your grasp to press it against his chest instead. He looks beyond lovable right now, sulking with the sweetest expression on his face.
“Forgive me”, you giggle, giving his cheek a soft pet, “come, I shall make up for it with food. We shall eat the pork belly Godfry left with us.”
Seokjin huffs out air, “very well, but I will only forgive you if you fry it.”
You laugh, “you are difficult to bargain with, aren’t you?”
“Perhaps”, Seokjin says and gives you a boyish grin.
This night you enjoy perfectly crispy pork belly with some winter potatoes. Even Kukuruz gets his own portion, enjoying it by Seokjin’s feet with a content purr.
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It becomes a regular thing that Seokjin stays with you as you work. At first he sits just a little far off to the right and writes in his book. But as days turn into weeks and Seokjin managed to fill two notebooks with his words and terrible drawings, you find yourself getting help from him more actively. Especially when patients come with sore throats or a nasty cold. You can be sure that Seokjin will wait for you with the right medicines and a proud sparkle in his eyes. He is truly such a diligent student.
You have run out of potions last night and so you spent your entire day brewing and preparing new ones. The sun has long past its zenith by now and the cottage smelled of herbs and warm oils. It was a good smell, one that even Kukuruz enjoyed as he slumbered by the window sill.
You close the now freshly filled bottle of healing potion, placing it on its destined place on your shelve.
Seokjin limps past you, carrying empty flasks for you to fill up.
“Is your leg acting up again?” you ask him with worry in your gaze.
“Yes, slightly”, he answers you.
“Come, take off your pants and sit. I will take a look at it”, you tell him.
“Oh no, it’s not that painful.”
“Doesn’t matter”, you dismiss him, “I should check on it regardless.”
Seokjin lowers his eyes and lets out a sigh of defeat.
“Very well, you won’t take no as an answer either way.”
So it happens that Seokjin strips to his undergarment and sits down on the patient bed, resting his weight on his hands.
“How long has it been hurting again?”
“Just a few nights.”
“A few nights? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to put more work on your shoulders. You have already so much to do now that the weather is so cold.”
“Oh silly man”, you give his thigh a soft slap, “you are no work.”
“Oh”, he lets out, lowering his head shyly just as his ears gain a red colour to them.
“Now, let’s see what the issue may be.”
You take off his bandages carefully, throwing them in your bucket of used bandages. You will wash them with the rest tomorrow.
The stitched wound looks well, except for one part where slight reddish wetness is covering his skin.
“Oh dear, look at that”, you say, touching the reddened skin beside it.
Seokjin hisses in pain, tensing his thigh.
“This is where it hurts.”
“No wonder it does. You rubbed it open.”
“Is it dangerous?”
You chuckle, shaking your head.
“Not when I take care of it”, you assure him, giving him a sweet smile. You caress his knee most tenderly, “stay here, I will get the healing potion.”
Seokjin watches you, sitting on the bed with his hands folded in front of his crotch. He feels most peculiar lately. He feels shy when he is bared to you. He didn’t feel like that in the past, but these days he does. In those moments he was plagued by worries of whether you would find enjoyment in his legs until he had to remind himself just how silly such worries were.
You return to the bed, setting everything you needed down.
“I will clean it first. Tell me if it hurts.”
Seokjin nods his head, feeling his skin tingle in goosebumps on the parts where your fingertips found their resting spot.
“How is that?” you ask him.
“It doesn’t hurt. It is just cold.”
You chuckle, “yes, I’ve kept the water outside for too long. It almost froze over.”
“The winter is really cold this year. I’m glad that I can spend it in warmth.”
You wash out the cloth and once done, return to cleaning him. His flesh is covered in goosebumps, they look most fascinating in the lights.
“So you have no huts in the Black Forest?”
“No. Rafkan believes that houses are the product of witches to keep the man lazy and weak. One can’t find their true strength when they are warm.”
“How silly”, you have to laugh, “if one gets oh so weak in the warmth then tell me why so many people freeze to death.”
“Yes”, Seokjin lowers his eyes shyly, “I never really understood the logic behind his words. I really hated the winters. I was lucky however, many of my brothers weren’t. Rafkan told us that those men were weakened by witches, but I believe that they simply lost to nature.”
“That is terrible”, you gasp, “my condolences, Seokjin.”
“Thank you”, he says, giving you a sad smile.
You retort it.
“I shall look at your wound now, so hold still.”
“I understand”, he says, watching you work in silence.
He will heal. There must have been too much pressure on his leg and therefore it managed to rub open. It is not deep and the stitches were in order as well. A good layer of healing potion will do the trick.
“I heard that the Queen gave many Ravens a safe home in Her walls.”
“Yes, She did.”
“And you didn’t want this life?” you ask him.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to be trapped”, he says, slightly defensive, “I spent most of my life trapped in this cursed forest”, he spits and points east at where the Black Forest was hidden, “and then I was supposed to find freedom locked behind stone walls? What’s better about that?” he says, speaking calmly again.
“Safety, warm food, soft beds, no poisonous fumes or monsters”, you say, counting them all on your fingers.
He scoffs and shakes his head, “well, I didn’t want that. I don’t….” he takes a deep breath and releases it through his nose, “….I don’t want to live under the hand of someone else anymore.”
His features seem sad. His eyes carried the heaviness of a burden in them. His teeth bit on his lower lip in contemplation.
“So you ran away because you wanted freedom?”
“Yes, freedom”, he straightens up, “that is what I want. I want freedom, to live solely for myself.”
He looks at you.
“I know that you women aren’t witches. I’ve learned as much from the Queen”, he says, eyes lingering on your lips before breaking away to look at your working fingers instead, “She isn’t a bad person, She is very kind if I may be honest and I know my life in the castle would have been nice…”, he falls silent as he drifts back into his thoughts.
You spread the first layer of healing potion on his skin as you wait for him to continue.
“…but I escaped Rafkan to finally gain my freedom and in Her castle I would have had to live under yet another ruler. No”, he shakes his head, “this was no life for me. So I ran away.”
He looks at his leg.
“I managed to put two nights between the castle and me when this cursed wolf attacked me and bit my leg and I fell into this cursed river”, he explains and laughs, “I must say, this was a wonderful escape. I not only escaped Her castle but almost life itself”, he jokes and laughs.
You chuckle softly.
“At least you met me.”
He looks into your eyes. He had stopped laughing for your eyes mesmerised him far too much. A peculiar feeling tingles in your chest. It felt warm and as if, for only a second, you found it hard to breathe.
“I meant that you were lucky you found me. I helped you. I, I didn’t mean you f-found love or – oh dear this is not what I meant I don’t – forgive me, I am making no sense”, you explain yourself.
Seokjin smiles without showing his teeth. It makes his cheeks seem puffier for only a second.
“Yes, I found you. I’m glad I did.”
“Really?”
“Yes, you saved me. So thank you.”
“Of course”, you whisper. You didn’t want to whisper, but for some reason your voice didn’t want to come out any other way.
You laugh, looking back at his leg because you needed to do something other than feel flustered. Perhaps having his naked skin beneath your fingertips wasn’t the best distraction, but at least like this, you couldn’t lose yourself in his eyes again.
You reach for the bandages.
“Hold that in place for me.”
He obeys diligently, allowing his finger to brush against your hand, which elicits a millions of goosebumps on your skin.
"You will find your freedom. I promise you", you say quietly, "I won’t stop until I find a way to remove your mark and then you can go wherever you want to", you find it hard to speak the words and you can’t figure out why it felt so difficult.
"Thank you", he whispers, fingers almost touching your knuckles before pulling back shyly.
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It was a sunny day today. The air was still cold, but at least the skies were blue and the sun was bright. It made the walk to the riverbed quite wonderful.
You had an important job to do today. Yela’s parents sent a hawk this morning, informing you that they ran out of medicine for their daughter. Her wound was healing splendidly but Yela had another condition which made it hard for her to digest the sugar in food. She takes a potion to help her with that. You sent the hawk back with promises of delivering the potions to them later. 
So you ate a quick breakfast and then began working on preparing the medicine. Seokjin insisted on helping and you allowed him. You had to sneak out for a quick moment to get water as Kukuruz informed you that his bowl was empty and that he wanted more. Of course you wouldn’t want your cat to feel parched, so you left the cottage when Seokjin was busy in the living quarters getting books on spells.
He is grinding the herbs when you come back. The book, which he found, he placed on the work table. He lifts his head upon hearing the door close, locking eyes with you.
“I thought they would lose their potency if I kept them for too long”, he explains.
“They don’t really, but one can’t be sure enough. Thank you”, you tell him, setting the bucket down next to the work table.
Mreow.
The black cat is circling your legs.
“Yes I got new water Kukuruz. Come, bring me your bowl and I will fill it up for you.”
Mreow.
“Now, now don’t talk back. I know you can do it.”
Meow.
“I heard that!” you call out.
“Can you truly understand your cat?”
“Yes, of course I can. Here, look”, you say and show him a delicate silver bracelet. There was a yellow stone in the middle, enclosed in a cage of branches, “I went to a sorceress and asked her for one of those cat talking bracelets.”
Seokjin widens his eyes.
“So they are truthful?” he gasps, “I have always thought them to be gimmicks.”
“Oh me too, but they are very true. I was oh so surprised to hear voices in my cottage until I realised that it was Kukuruz talking to me.”
The latter is currently strutting back to the bucket, carrying his wooden water bowl in his little mouth. He sets it down and looks up.
Mreow.
“Thank you.”
“What did he tell you?”
“He told me here you go, my bowl.”
“Hah, this is remarkable”, Seokjin says.
“Yes?” you kneel down to prepare the water for Kukuruz, “do you want to try?”
“Yes, please”, he exclaims with sparkling eyes. He giggles as you secure the bracelet on his wrist, turning his attention to Kukuruz afterwards, “Kukuruz?”
Mreow.
“Oh!” he exclaims, squeaking in happiness, “oh I can understand you.”
Mreow.
“No, this is my first time I am hearing your voice! Oh you sound deeper than I imagined you to sound.”
Mreow.
Seokjin giggles, leaning down to pet the cat’s head.
“It is nice to meet you too Kukuruz.”
He turns to you, giving you a blinding smile.
“This is the most remarkable invention”, he says, making you smile.
“You can keep it on for today.”
“Truly? You would allow me?”
“Yes, of course”, you allow him and pull your stool next to Seokjin to sit down, “shall I show you how to make this medicine?”
He nods his head.
“Well then”, you sneak a glance at the contents in the stone bowl, “you need to give the herbs five more grinds, they should be perfect then.”
“I understand”, he says and goes to work. You watch his hands as he works. They look elegant, his nails are clean and his nail beds look well-taken care of. It is surprising to see such hands on a Raven. You always expected them to be dirty and for their hands to be horrid to look at. But his hands aren’t horrid to look at, they are actually quite beautiful.
“Does the Queen look for you?” you ask him.
“I don’t know, I don’t believe She does. Perhaps She is already dead.”
“I don’t understand.”
Seokjin seems to hesitate.
“I shall tell you, but only if you promise me not to pull the knife on me again.”
You meet his eyes. He seems just slightly nervous of the truth.
“Fine”, you give in with a fond chuckle, “I shall hear you out.”
He gives you a grateful smile and looks back at the herbs.
“I finished grinding them, what should I do next?”
“Ah yes of course”, you say and reach for three different bottles of oils, “you must add five drops of treebark oil”, you explain and put the green flask next to his hand, “then one dash of Kreusel fish oil” you add, placing a spray bottle next to the flask, “and fill it up halfway with this”, you say and place a bottle of rosehip oil next to the others.
Seokjin nods in understanding and begins working.
You allow him to count the five drops and one dash, but ask him for his story once he uses the rosehip oil.
“Rafkan sent me to kill the Queen”, he begins, making you widen your eyes in surprise, “and I attempted to kill Her, but She was quicker and captured me.”
“So you were Her prisoner?”
“Just in the beginning. Should I mix it?”
“Yes, mix it until the candle burned down to the second line.”
He nods his head in understanding and mix it with the mortar.
"So why do you think that She might be dead already?" 
"Because I believe that Rafkan will send more Ravens until She is dead", he explains, "we agreed on a signal once we were successful in killing Her. Send a raven back to him with Her cut off finger ties to its legs. That’s what he told me to do."
"This is gruesome."
"Yes and until this raven doesn’t return to him, Rafkan will continue sending boys into their…well", he laughs breathily, "perhaps it is a good thing those boys keep trying. At least they will find saving this way."
Seokjin looks at you.
"I have a little brother. Not through blood, but he is the dearest to my heart. His name is Jungkook. I really hope that Rafkan sends him next and that he will be caught and find freedom that way."
You smile softly, "I really hope so too. Is he like you? Forced to be someone he doesn’t want to be?" 
Seokjin shakes his head, "he is so terribly influenced by Rafkan that it will be hard for the Queen to convince him", he says in a fond chuckle.
It makes you laugh as well. Even if you had no knowledge about Jungkook.
"I always wanted to flee", Seokjin continues, "that is why I volunteered when he asked. But Jungkook, he", Seokjin laughs painfully, "he called me hurtful things during our last conversation. I asked him to flee with me, but he refused and said stuff I know he didn’t mean."
"I'm sorry, that sounds painful."
"No, I’m not angry at him. He is still so young and he has so much to learn. I hope he will find the truth in the Queen’s castle and then heal from all the pain Rafkan caused him. I really wish this for him."
"I am sure that he will", you assure him, "maybe you can see him again one day."
"I really hope I will. I want to hug him if I ever do." 
He smiles, laughs softly and looks back at the medicine. 
"I'm rambling, I’m sorry."
"You really aren’t. So you said that She wanted to give you a home. But then you said that you were her prisoner. Did you lie?”
“No, I was free to move in the castle, but I wasn’t allowed to leave it yet. So in a way, I was still Her prisoner and I didn’t want that. I wanted to see the world.”
“I understand that. I heard that Rafkan doesn’t really allow you to leave. I bet going on this mission to kill Her felt like your key to freedom.”
He nods his head.
“Well, once your legs is healed completely I promise you that you can truly find it", you say and nudge his arm, “then you can finally leave my boring cottage. I’m sure you are looking forward to that.”
Seokjin turns his head to look at your face. He gives you a smile, which neither looks happy nor fake. It almost looks disappointed, as if he doesn’t want to think about the future you told him about.
“I, uhm”, you say, pulling your hand away, “oh look! The candle burned down. Now we have to fill it up quickly.”
Seokjin helps you. He pours and you hold the bottles. He also sneaks a glance or two at your face, which you retorted each time. You were so close. You were aware that it was only because you and him needed to work right now, but still, you were close and somehow this made your heart flutter again.
You finish the medicine by sticking a sturdy cork into the small bottle neck. Seokjin mimics the gesture on his bottles, doing so with his brows furrowed in concentration.
He also helps you with storing them in your basket, watching with great interest as you tug them in with a red cloth.
“So, I have to deliver them to Yela and her family now. I should be back by nightfall.”
Seokjin watches you put your fur and hood on. He stands up, erasing the distance between you and him.
“Can I come with you?” he asks almost shyly.
“You want to come with me?” you sound surprised.
He nods his head, “I want to help.”
“Oh don’t worry, they are not heavy. I can manage.”
“I understand”, he murmurs, lowering his eyes sadly. He seems so disappointed to be left behind.
“But fresh air would do you good”, you tell him because you couldn’t stand the thought of having Seokjin sit in your cottage with a sad expression.
Seokjin smiles happily, “thank you, I will get ready right away.”
Ten minutes later you and he are outside. Seokjin watches you lock your cottage. You turn to him and give him a shy smile.
“Let’s go, it is quite the long walk and we should hurry.”
“Where do we have to go?” he asks.
“Just past the town. It will take about an hour by foot.”
“I see, I have never been in town.”
“You have not?” you gasp.
Seokjin shakes his head, looking sad.
“Oh by Frenya, you truly haven’t seen a lot of the world, have you?”
He shakes his head again.
“Well then, I will show you a new spot today. Trust me, you will like the town. It is not big, but it is very good. The people are very welcoming and friendly. And I especially love the market place.”
“Why? Is the market place special?”
“No, but it houses a very beautiful statue of a wolf and I enjoy looking at all its details whenever I’m at the market”, you explain and sneak a glance at him, “worry not, it will not bite your leg.”
Seokjin laughs, which you retort. He has such a nice laugh. It is the kind of laugh which makes one want to laugh as well.
You pull closer to Seokjin once you enter the tense conifer tree forest.
“You have to be careful in these forests”, you tell him in a hushed voice.
“Why? Is it dangerous?” Seokjin gasps, sounding nervous.
“No, but there are tree fairies all around us and they like to play tricks.”
“Tricks?”
You nod your head, “they grow roots in front of people’s feet to trip them. Some even let pinecones drop on people’s heads. The whole forest laughs then if that happens.”
“I see. That sounds dangerous”, Seokjin says, eyes flitting to the ground in case magical roots appeared in front of his feet.
“They aren’t dangerous, don’t worry. They keep this forest alive and healthy and their tricks are harmless except for maybe a bruised knee and embarrassment in your chest.”
“I see”, Seokjin says, lifting his head to gaze at the canopy of prickly branches far above your heads, “do you know if there are tree fairies in the Black Forest?”
“There were once, but these days not anymore. They either died, got killed or fled to other forests. That is why the forest is so dark and why so many curses took root in it. There are no fairies left to heal and protect it.”
“Is this a natural thing to happen?”
“No. Tree fairies don’t abandon their trees, unless there is a reason for it. And in the case of the Black Forest, the reason came in the form of Rafkan. I didn’t witness the downfall of the forest as it happened hundreds of years ago, but the story of it is well known on this continent.”
“I heard that Rafkan is one of the Nïuri”, Seokjin says, “he always pretended to be mortal like the rest of us, but I never saw him eat or sleep, let alone age.”
“You saw right. Nïuri are a peaceful people, but not him. They use their immortality to nurture the earth, but he is nothing but a curse to every inch of earth he sets his evil feet on.”
“To imagine that the Black Forest was healthy once and that this awful person hurt it for hundreds of years”, Seokjin whispers and lets out a sad sigh, “I feel so much anger for him. I want to bring him so much harm.”
“I understand how you feel. I think about hurting him on many nights.”
Seokjin looks at you, “the Queen told me that Rafkan was the one who killed my parents and till now, I didn’t believe Her. What if She was right? I have a feeling that She was right all along.”
You could hear the grief in his voice. The heartbreak a painful realisation brings. The betrayal and anger and pain which follow.
“I can’t tell you, but I hope for your heart that She was wrong. Nobody should have to live with the murderer of their parents.”
Seokjin furrows his brows, “I want to hurt him”, he confesses with a trembling voice, “I want to hurt him until he begs me to stop.”
“I know, oh I know how you feel”, you say softly, stepping closer to hold his hands.
You stop. Droplets of melting snow rain down on your heads from the branches high above. Seokjin’s quick breathing creates white clouds in the air. His fingers are cold, closing around your fingers almost desperately.
“But Seokjin, seeking revenge on him won’t heal the wounds he left.”
“No, but at least it will stop them from opening up over and over again.”
“I understand you, I truly do. I lost my beloved aunt to Rafkan and if this cursed person were to ever appear in front of me, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second to kill him. But seeking for it?” you pull him closer, tighten your grip on his hands, let your eyes get lost in his’, “seeking for it will give you more grief than relief. Please believe me. Believe me when I tell you that healing far, far away from him will feel better in the long run than seeking him one last time.”
“Are you scared that I might become the man I was in the past? Is that why you are telling me all of this?”
“No, I know you. You were never meant to be a Raven and you will never fall back into your old habits again”, you assure him with a fond smile on your lips, “and that is why I don’t want you to go back to that place. Distance keeps the memories at bay, while propinquity burns new holes into your heart.”
Seokjin breaks eye contact after a second, lowering his head with an exhausted sigh.
“It hurts”, he confesses in a whisper, “I was four years of age when Rafkan rescued me after masked bandits slit my parents’ throats a-and to imagine that I called their murderer my father for so many years unbeknownst to his true nature, hurts me so much that I can barely breathe.”
“It hurts me too. Rafkan deserves to be ripped apart by Morguls for what he did to you and so many other poor boys. If there is anything I can do to lessen the pain, I will do it.”
“Just…” Seokjin hesitates, lifts his eyes, hesitates. He takes a cautious step closer, “can I be held? For just a second.”
“Yes”, you whisper, closing your arms around him to pull him into a tight and soothing hug.
Seokjin drapes his arms around your waist instantly and rests his cheek on your shoulder. Despite his stature, he feels fragile in your arms. You find no peculiarity in that, knowing very well why he felt as small as he did. Coming to terms with your hurtful past leaves one broken and weak. You hope that this measly hug is enough to heal even a little part of him.
He shudders in an exhale.
“Is this how hugs feel?” he whispers.
“Have you never been hugged before?”
He shakes his head, “it feels so…healing.”
You smile. It was of both sad and happy nature. Sad because someone as gentle as Seokjin should have never lived so long without being hugged. And happy because he finally found healing through it.
“Thank you”, he breathes and you answer him by patting his upper back slowly.
He steps back soon after, revealing his teary eyes to you. He hides them when he watches with how much worry your features fill.
“It’s the wind”, he lies, wiping the tears away, “it’s so cold.”
“It is acceptable to cry. Never apologise”, you assure him, taking a step back because otherwise you would have reached for his cheeks and kissed his tears away and you know that this wasn’t in your place to do.
“Hah”, he lets out, cheeks and ears gaining in sudden colour, “we should probably keep walking, shouldn’t we?” he asks, carrying embarrassment in his voice.
“Yes, we should”, you say, feeling oh so flustered yourself.
You deliver the medicine to Yela and her parents. They thank you with a freshly baked honey cake. It smelled of cinnamon and cloves and had a yellow colour to it, almost as if turmeric had tainted it. 
You leave for the village afterwards, now that you had time to truly show Seokjin around. His pretty eyes seemed to light up more and more the closer to the village you came. You prefer that view over the sad betrayal he carried in the forest just hours prior.
“Here it is. My favourite statue”, you tell him, stopping in front of the statue of the wolf, “isn’t it beautiful?”
It was made out of dark bronze, except for its left paw. The touch of countless people turned it golden.
Seokjin studies it, “yes it is. The teeth look so real.”
“Yes, indeed. And look”, you say, touching its golden paw, “it is said that if you rub the wolf’s paw thrice all your wishes will come true.”
Seokjin reaches out and rubs the paw of the wolf. He squeezes his eyes shut and whispers something you can’t make out. Then he opens his eyes.
“What did you wish for?”
“I can’t tell you, otherwise it won’t come true”, he says, making you smile fondly.
“Very well then, keep your secrets. Come, I’ll show you to the marketplace.”
Seokjin follows, looking left and right with great interest. His eyes are sparkling greatly. He seems so content.
“Do you know why wolves carry such great importance in the Night Queendom?” you ask him.
“Is it because we have so many wolves living here?”
“Not quite.”
“Well, what is it then?”
“Did you know that Woltron and his pack are actually old gods?”
Seokjin looks at you with widened eyes.
“No, I didn’t. Is this really true?”
“Indeed it is”, you nod your head, “and that is why we cherish wolves so greatly, because Woltron and his pack watch over us and our lands.”
“I see. You know so much.”
“Yes, my mother told me a lot about our history”, you nudge his arm, “I can tell you everything you want to know. You just have to ask.”
“Really?”
“Yes of course.”
“Well then I want to know. Are the Nourishing Fields really endless?”
“Well, in the literal sense they aren’t, but they are so big and so wide that they seem endless.”
“I see”, Seokjin says and blushes, “I want to see the Nourishing Fields.”
“You can, I promise you.”
“Really?”
“Of course, once the months are warmer again and the days longer, you can go wherever you want”, you give him a smile, “you can finally see the world.”
You expected him to be happy, to retort your smile and show excitement in his eyes, but for some unexplainable reason he seems sad. 
“Yes, I guess I can see the world”, he murmurs and sighs. 
“What’s the matter?” you ask him, “do you not want to see the world?” 
“I do, but I just…” he trails off, looks to the side as if he was flustered, “it doesn’t really matter. I’m just scared, I guess.”
“Scared”, you repeat, “I see. It must be scary to wander the world, but I am sure that once you took those first few steps you will find great enjoyment in it. Worry not Seokjin”, you place your hand on his upper arm, feeling how his muscles tense, “you will love it.”
“Will I?” he asks, turning back to you. You don’t miss the way his eyes seem to linger on your lips for just a second or the way his fingers reach for your hand when you retreat your touch. 
“Of course”, your voice felt hoarse as you spoke and for just one second you felt this unbearable urge to reach back and touch his hand. You let out a nervous laugh, touching the side of your neck for your pulse felt terribly hasty in your throat, “well, uhm”, you begin and clear your throat, “we are here. This is the marketplace.”
Seokjin lets his eyes wander over the spacious plaza. The stalls are empty, standing in darkness whilst casting the blackest of shadows on the paving. Dogs are circling the stall in which butchers sell their merchandise. They must smell the meat, looking for it without the knowledge that their search will be unsuccessful.
On the only lantern a big owl is sitting, staring down at the two of you with big, unmoving eyes and every now and then,  its eerie call cuts through the silence of the night.
“It’s very…empty”, Seokjin says, making you chuckle quietly. 
“Yes indeed. We picked out a terrible time. Come tomorrow morning and this place is bustling with life. Right there”, you point at one of the abandoned stalls, “is where the best cake maker in town sells her goods. Oh Seokjin, the cakes she sells are magical.”
“I ate cake in the Queen’s castle. It’s really sweet.”
“Indeed and it’s so delicious, wouldn’t you say?” 
Seokjin nods his head, “I liked it a lot. I want to learn how to make cake.”
“I can teach you, if you want to.”
Seokjin looks at you with sparkling eyes, “you would do that for me?” 
“Of course I would”, you give him a smile and this time around Seokjin retorts it. 
Your eyes flit to it. Lingering. His lips look so pretty when he smiles. Even now in the bad lighting you find great beauty in them.
“What is it?” Seokjin asks you, stopping his smile for your intense gaze is flustering him.
“Oh dear”, you murmur, turning away with a fluttering heart, “I don’t know. I think, I must be tired. I keep zoning out on…” you falter in embarrassment. You don’t want to expose yourself, “…on different spots”, you lie.
“Ah, I see. Well, then. Do you want to walk home?”
“Home”, you repeat, finding yourself looking at his lips again, “yes, we could do that, couldn’t we?”  
You prepare warm tea for the both of you once home. The nights may be warmer again, but walking in its wet coldness for hours still managed to freeze your limbs. You have both done your nightly washing-up and changed into thick sleeping clothes. You laid out a pair of woollen socks, which you made during calmer moments, for both you and Seokjin as well.
“There you go”, you say, handing Seokjin his cup of elderflower tea, “this will warm you.”
“Thank you”, Seokjin says.
You sit down on the fur next to him, joining him in his relaxing task of watching the flames in the fireplace dance.
“Today was quite the productive day”, you say.
“Yes, we managed to do a lot of tasks”, he agrees.
“Indeed. Oh Seokjin”, you relax with a sigh, “I will miss you dearly once you are gone. You are truly of such great help.”
Seokjin looks at you with rosy cheeks. He fumbles with the edge of his cup, feeling warm in his chest right where his heart flutters.
“And you are a diligent student”, you sneak a glance at him, “you would make a fine healer.”
Seokjin lowers his gaze, touching his burning ear, “you think so?” he whispers.
“Yes, I truly do”, you whisper, gazing at his features. Oh why must he be so beautiful? If only you didn’t like his face so much, if only you didn’t find so much beauty in his soul, maybe then you wouldn’t ache so much each time you thought of him leaving one day.
You turn away, aching too much to bear his beauty any longer. The flames dance calmly, swaying left and right. You take a sip of your tea. It tastes good and fills your stomach with warmth.
"I have something for you", you tell him.
"For me?" 
You stand up to get it from your shelf, returning to him with a racing heart. Seokjin helps you sit down by holding your hand, eyes flitting to the piece of paper you are holding.
You place said paper on his lap, "open it."
Seokjin does so without hesitation, widening his eyes in shock. 
"Is this", he gasps, looking at you. 
"A potion to remove tattoos, yes. I found it at the market yesterday and I wanted to surprise you", you say, giggling excitedly. 
"You actually meant it", he whispers, clutching it to his chest with teary eyes.
"Of course I did."
Seokjin smiles, "thank you. I don’t know what to say." 
"Don't say anything. I'm just happy that I can help you heal from your past."
Seokjin nods his head and seeks you out by resting his head on your shoulder. He exhales deeply, eyes falling closed and fingers coming to play with the hem of your tunic. Mindlessly and innocently, but you feel weak nonetheless.
"Thank you", he whispers.
"Mhm", you let out, patting his thigh twice before pulling back again.
Why does he have to leave? Why him? Why?
“Where will you go once the months are warmer again?” you ask him even if asking that question hurts you. You don’t want him to leave, but it would be selfish of you to hold him back. He should experience freedom. That is what he deserves.
For a second he is silent, looking into the flames.
“I don’t know” he says quietly.
“I can advise you visit the Nourishing Fields first. Oh, they have the most beautiful colour during summer.”
“Are they far from here?”
“Just a five days walk perhaps. That is if you would spend each passing hour of those days walking”, you say and laugh quietly.
Seokjin can’t quite bring himself to laugh as well. The thought of wandering so far from you makes his heart ache.
“So I would say that you could reach them in about a week if the roads are good.”
“Have you ever been to the Nourishing Fields?”
“Yes, many times actually. My cousin lives close to them and I like to visit him when it is warm.”
You take a sip of your tea. It has cooled down just enough to make it bearable to drink.
“I truly enjoy this tea, it tastes so good.”
Seokjin takes a sip as well.
“Yes, it is very good.”
“Indeed” you say and nudge his head with your chin.
Seokjin lifts his head. You are giggling at him. 
Seokjin wants to giggle too, he wants to smile at you just like you do, he wants his eyes to sparkle the way yours do and yet in this moment as the taste of elderflowers was lingering on his tongue and his temple felt your lingering warmth, he couldn’t. He ached so terribly. The snow has begun to melt and if the nights continue to be as mild as they were lately, then soon the earth will thaw as well. And that means that the warmer months have finally come back and Seokjin has to leave your cottage to explore the world.
“I don’t want to see the world”, he blurts out.
“What?” you stop laughing, studying his features with confusion in your eyes.
“I don’t want to see the world.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t want to see the world if, if that means that I have to leave. I don’t want to run on the Nourishing Fields or climb the Snowy Mountains or, or swim in foreign lakes if that means that I can’t see you anymore.”
“Seokjin, what are you saying?”
“You are asking me where I want to go first once the months are warmer again, but truth be told, the thought of going anywhere without you hurts me so terribly much that I want to wail”, he confesses with glassy eyes.
“Oh…”
“Perhaps I want to go to the town first”, he says and lets out a breathy laugh, “yes, that is the place I want to go. I want to go to the town in the greyness of dawn when you are still sleeping and I want to go there to buy the biggest piece of cake for you and then I will carry it home and I will be careful not to meet any tree fairies. And once home, I will feed Kukuruz and check on you and I will see that you are still sleeping. So I will prepare the cake and I will put a flower on the plate with it and perhaps I will sprinkle some sugar on it too because it is a special occasion and then I will bring it to you and wake you by, by”, he inhales shakily, “by kissing your forehead and I will watch how you smile at me and how you eat the cake deliciously and I will be happy.”
He rubs at his eyes, wiping his tears away.
“So that is where I will go once the months are warmer. I will go to the town to buy you a cake.”
You sniffle.
“That is a good place”, you whisper, intertwining your fingers with his’.
“So please don’t make me leave. Please let me stay by your side.”
You nod your head, fighting with your tears. You guide his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles with all the love you have for him. You rest your cheek against them afterwards, allowing your warm tears to roll down his skin.
“I didn’t want you to leave either, but I didn’t want to tell you because seeing the world was your dream”, you confess.
“I can already see the world when I look into your eyes.”
You open your eyes, meeting the world in his eyes.
“I can see it too”, you whisper, “it’s beautiful.”
Seokjin smiles with his cheeks blushing. He squeezes your hand. You squeeze it right back, lifting your head to get closer to him. Your noses are almost touching, your lips are so close, your vision is just slightly blurry.
“Can I kiss you?” you ask him in a barely there whisper.
He closes his eyes, “please kiss me.”
“Oh Seokjin”, you sigh, cupping his cheek.
Seokjin closes his eyes with a sigh, meeting you halfway with yet another sigh rolling over his tongue.
You feel how easy life becomes once you kiss him. The air is lighter around you and filled with magic. Your cabin, once dark, is sparkling in the colours of the universe. Your skin prickles and in your tummy millions of butterflies flutter. This is the best feel you ever experienced.
You sigh and cup his other cheek, pulling him closer. Seokjin allows you, touching your upper arms with shaky fingers. His heart is racing so much that he fears that you might hear it. He has never kissed before, but he is glad that he didn’t. For having your lips be the first lips he ever kisses feels like wondrous magic to him.
A magic which soon robs him of air. He breaks the magic, only to realise that it still remains as flutters of his heart and tingles in his stomach.
You stay close, running your thumbs over his soft cheeks and poking his nose with your own. You feel so lightheaded. Kissing him felt like paradise.
“This felt magical”, he whispers, sighing when you brush your thumb over his cheekbone.
“Yes, it did. Oh Seokjin, I had wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“You, you did?” he stutters, blushing.
You move your head back just so you could gaze at his perfect features.
“Yes”, you whisper, tracing his pretty lips, “you have the most beautiful smile and your face”, you run your fingertips along his cheeks up to his forehead and down the slope of his nose.
Seokjin feels shivers run down his spine at the touch, having his eyes closed.
“Oh your face”, you whisper, “I don’t want to stop looking at it.”
You kiss him, surprising him so much that his stomach tightens and his heart skips a beat in his chest. He sighs shakily, allowing you to tilt his head so you could reach him easier. You kiss so much better than he ever could, you know so much more, he thinks. He believes that if he allows you to guide him, then he won’t be able to disappoint. He really doesn’t want to disappoint. Not you. You are so wise, so full of knowledge, so skilled and if he disappointed you with his kisses, he would never forgive himself.
So he lets you hold his face while he rests his hands on your waist. He lets you trace his lips with your tongue while he whimpers softly. He lets you lay him down on the fur, whilst gasping your name.
Your elbows are caging in his head, your hands smooth over his hair. Your chest is resting against his torso in this position and Seokjin can feel how quickly your heart is racing. So you feel just as excited as he does. Oh, he feels so reassured in his feelings because of it.
You break the kiss, tracing his lips with your tongue. They feel so tender, almost sensitive even. Oh, how long have you kissed him already? You can’t remember.
“Your lips are so soft”, you whisper, chasing them in a slow kiss. 
Seokjin keens quietly, hands reaching up to cup your cheeks. His palms feel clammy against your skin.
Giggling, you break the kiss just so you could gaze at him.
Your eyes soften upon meeting his glimmering gaze. You tilt your head to the side and caress his soft cheeks, “you look so beautiful.”
His plumb lips wear the deepest of pinks, his cheeks match, as do his ears. His raven hair is just slightly tousled in the front, hanging into his brows. He is breathing quickly, gazing up at you with his dark brown, pretty eyes.
“You look beautiful too”, he answers you in a small voice.
"I want to keep kissing you."
"Please do. I want it to too." 
"Oh Seokjin, my dearest", you sigh and lean down.
Seokjin gasps loudly when instead of kissing his lips, you lean down to kiss his neck. 
“O-oh”, he gets out, lifting his shoulders in instinct for the sensation was foreign to him. 
You flinch back instantly.
“Forgive me. I, I should have asked", you stutter.
Your eyes meet. 
"No", he shakes his head vigorously, "it felt really good. It surprised me, that is all", he whispers.
“Yes? So I can do it again?” you ask him, "please?"
Seokjin blushes vividly, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m scared”, he confesses.
“Scared? Sacred of what?”
“Of, of…of disappointing you.”
“Disappointing me? Oh Seokjin, why would you disappoint me?”
“Because I am a-”, he exhales shakily, “I have no knowledge of being intimate. And, and you know so much. You are so skilled and, and probably had men better than me and I don’t want to disappoint.”
“Seokjin, my dearest”, you say, soothing him by caressing his cheeks, “the fact that those men aren’t by my side anymore means that in the end, they couldn’t truly satisfy me. You aren’t worse than them, on the contrary, I have never felt so bewitched by anyone before you.”
“Really?”
“Yes”, you promise him, “so worry not. You are my diligent student after all, I am certain you will be a natural in intimacy as well.”
“I’m your student?” he gasps, ears turning the deepest reds instantly.
You giggle. Seokjin giggles too.
“Of course you are. You are my very good student”, you say, dancing your fingers over his collarbones.
Seokjin lets out a small moan, widening his eyes as he squirms underneath you. He seems to really like it when you praise him. Oh, that makes you so happy. You want to keep praising him just so you can make him look at you in that adorable fashion he does right now.  
"Perhaps you are even my best student", you say, basking in the joy you feel when he squirms a second time. 
“___”, he gets out, lips parting and staying that way. He hooks his fingers behind your neck, rolling his head to the side just enough to reveal his flushed neck to your eyes.
"My best student", you whisper and lean down to place a subtle kiss on his neck.
This time, Seokjin reacts in a sigh, head rolling to the side completely and eyes falling closed. His fingers slip from your neck, tangling in the fur in a shy and desperate grip.
Your own close around a bundle of his hair, mind falling into the droopiness of worshipping his vulnerable neck. His skin feels so soft under your lips. And hot. Oh so utterly hot. As if a fire was keeping it warm. You feel the sensation with three kisses and then a shy lick follows. 
Seokjin makes a soft sound, touching your hips only to pull away again. Another twist of the fur. Shy avoidance of what he truly craves.
“Don't pull away. You are allowed to touch me”, you encourage him with a whisper against his jawline. 
“But where?”
“Where do you want to touch me?” 
“Your torso.”
His answer makes you smile. You kiss along his pulse point, tickling him with gentle bites. 
“Then my torso it is. Touch me, my diligent student”, you rasp, making him shiver.
His hands grasp your hips, squeezing them with a certain strength. It is the kind of strength that lets you know just how incredibly affected he is by the situation. And that perhaps he had craved to touch you for the longest time. 
“That's it, your touch feels wonderful”, you praise him, moving his head by tugging on his hair most gently. 
He rolls it to the other side, exposing his unkissed neck to your eyes. His skin is tinted pink, looking beautiful like this. 
“You are so beautiful”, you breathe, kissing him with a racing heart. 
“Ah”, Seokjin lets out, running his hands up along your sides, “oh”, he sighs and shivers. He never even thought about how sensitive his neck is. He wonders if he is different and if such sensitivity is normal. He also wonders if he is allowed to shiver oh so incredibly much or if he is acting inappropriately. 
You take his earlobe between your teeth then and Seokjin swears that never before, his thoughts turned off as quickly as they did right now. 
His fingers stutter, coming to an involuntary pause right underneath your armpits. The bite just feels so good. Seokjin has to sigh and then call your name. 
“Is this enjoyable?” you ask him in the sweetest voice.
“I, I think something is wrong with me.”
“Truly?” you lift your head, eyes running over his features, “what is the matter? Where does it hurt?”
He shakes his head, “no, it is just that…that my neck.”
“What about your neck?”
“When you kiss me, I feel sensations down my back. Like shivers and, and they are in my fingertips as well and between”, he lowers his eyes, “I think it affects my, ahm, my cock as well.” 
"Oh dear", you can’t stop yourself from breaking into the fondest of chuckles, "my dearest Seokjin, there is nothing wrong with you. On the contrary, everything is perfectly fine." 
"But why does it feel so hot? A-as if fire fairies are close." 
"You are fine", you assure him, smoothing out his hair, "oh Seokjin, this is supposed to happen. Your cock is supposed to harden." 
Seokjin widens his eyes, mouth falling open. 
"Oh."
You giggle, poking the tip of his nose with your fingertip. He looks oh so endearing.
"Do you want to kiss my neck as well? I react differently than you do."
"You do?" 
You nod your head.
"So your core doesn’t harden? Like I do?" 
You chuckle, "how about you kiss my neck and I'll show you?" 
"Yes", Seokjin nods his head passionately, "I want to."
"Great", you say, lying down in the fur beside him. 
Seokjin props himself up on his elbows, looking down at you with big eyes. Like an innocent deer caught eating one of your plants. You love this view so very much.
You roll your head to the side and tug the collar of your tunic down, exposing your neck that way. 
"Kiss it. Kiss me, dear Seokjin", you sigh.
Seokjin exhales shakily, doing so to still the racing of his heart. Not that this helps. On the contrary, it only worsens it. He is so nervous and scared to disappoint. 
He lowers his head, holding his breath for the next part. 
His lips make the softest of sounds as he places his first kiss upon your skin. He pulls back afterwards. 
"Is that right?" he asks shyly.
"Yes, it feels so good", you assure him, "do it again. More. Much more."
Seokjin feels happy. He did well! Without wasting another second, he lowers his lips back to your neck. Your skin is soft, your pulse is tickling him, your throat produces the smallest of moans.
Seokjin closes his eyes and dares to weave his fingers in your hair as best as possible. He doesn’t tug like you did, he merely wants to hold a part of you as he kisses your neck. 
“This is so good”, you sigh, feeling yourself shiver uncontrollably. 
You had lovers in your past. Not many, but just enough to figure out what you enjoyed and what you didn’t. Most were mediocre, many were terrible and only a few were good. And you didn’t care enough about them to want them to stay. They were nice to have for the time being, but didn’t leave a hole of yearning once they left again. Most kissed your neck as well and the very few who refused to, were thrown out the moment they did. But they were all different. You realise this much now that Seokjin is kissing your neck. 
They didn’t leave you feeling oh so breathless from mere neck kisses. They didn’t leave you craving for more of their touch. But Seokjin does. Oh, how he does. 
You grab his hand and place it atop your breast.
"Oh?" Seokjin lifts his head, gawking at you with widened eyes. 
"Massage it softly. It feels so good", you tell him.
Seokjin gives your breast a soft squeeze, watching with heat between his legs as this makes you arch your back. 
"Just like that. Keep doing it just like that", you sigh, "oh Seokjin, dearest", you moan and overcome by your emotions you pull him down into a passionate kiss. 
Seokjin whimpers, kissing you back sloppily at first before he finds his rhythm. His hand continues massaging your breast, becoming more and more confident the deeper you kiss him. 
Your tunic is thin enough to allow his unfiltered warmth to reach your skin. His touch is so gentle and yet filled with such passion. For someone who never held a woman's breasts before tonight, Seokjin knows exactly how to bewitch you. 
"Seokjin", you break the kiss to moan his name, "Seokjin, I want more. Much more." 
"What do you want?" he asks breathily. 
"I want to have you. Bared."
"Oh." 
Seokjin gulps. 
"Do you want the same? You are allowed to deny me." 
Seokjin lets out a small laugh, lowering his head giddily.
"I never did such a thing before", he whispers, "but I want to do it with you", he says, lifting his head to gaze at you with sparkling eyes, "I really want to do it." 
He makes you smile. 
"Just one question. I have one question."
"Ask me, my dearest." 
"Will it hurt?"
"No, it will feel magical."
"Even more magical than a kiss?" 
"Yes", you smile, "even more than that." 
"I, I see", Seokjin blushes vividly, "oh by Frenya, this is making me fluster." 
You giggle, "you are so precious", you gush, rubbing your hands up and down his chest, "so shall we take our bottoms off?" 
Seokjin nods his head, "yes, I would like that." 
And so you begin undressing.
"It's not like I haven’t seen you naked before, is it?" you joke, painting even more pink onto his cheeks.
He giggles shyly, lowering his eyes. 
"Yes, I guess you have", he whispers, "but it’s different tonight, isn’t it?" 
"Yes, it’s exciting", you say, placing your pants to the side. 
You are on your knees. Seokjin is mirroring your position. His tunic is reaching him by his thighs, hiding his now exposed cock from your eyes. The dent is still visible however, drawing your eyes to it. 
"You ahm", Seokjin begins. 
You draw closer to him, "you look beautiful", you say, touching his chest.
"You too", he says, eyes lingering on your middle. Your tunic hides it from him as well. 
"Do you want to see?" 
"Can I really see it?" he is almost gasping the question. 
In one swift movement you have taken off your tunic, throwing it behind you mindlessly. 
"Oh, ahm, oh?" Seokjin lets out, eyes widened and racing all over your newly exposed body. 
You pose for him, enjoying his undivided attention to the fullest. 
"What do you think?" 
"This, this…this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Are you real?" he gushes, reaching out only to halt. His eyes flit up. "Can I touch?" 
"Yes my dearest."
Seokjin exhales shakily, placing his hands on your waist while his eyes race over your chest. 
"You feel so soft and warm. And, and your breasts are so…." he cradles them in his hands, "...beautiful", he whispers shakily. His eyes fill with the slightest of tears, "I missed out on so much", he croaks. 
"Don't be upset. You have all the time in the world to catch up with all the things you missed out on", you assure him. 
He smiles, dancing his thumbs over your nipples gently, "yes, I guess I have", his smile grows, "I am genuinely happy", he confesses and draws closer just to pull you into an adoring kiss. 
You feel your knees wobble because of it, not having expected him to take initiative. You love that he did, losing yourself in the passionate dance of lips and eager tongues while your hands travel over his torso. 
It happens that Seokjin loses his tunic at some point of this kiss, discarding it somewhere behind him. Your bodies chased each other instantly, your lips fell back into the dance. Seokjin kissed you even deeper after feeling your naked skin against his own. 
Now you are both groping each other, hands on the other’s hips in a desperate battle of who gets to pull the other closer. His cock is rubbing between your stomachs, leaving wet imprints behind. Your own middle is wet, dripping down your inner thigh. 
"I can't breathe", he whispers between tongue kisses.
"Neither can I", you answer him, "give me your hand." 
Seokjin moves his head back to look at you in curiosity. He places his hand into your palm, tilting his head to the side. 
"Do you want to feel how you affect me?" 
"Yes please." 
You guide his hand between your legs, making sure that two of his fingers part your soaked folds.
"You are wet", he gasps, widening his eyes.
"I know", you sigh, guiding his touch up to your clit. You show him how you enjoy it with your chest heaving up and down in a deep, shaky gasp, "that feels so good…"
"It does?" he gets out before he moves his fingers on his own, "like this? Is this how you did it?" 
"Yes", you sigh, "just a little to the left." 
Seokjin fixes his position, moaning with you as this makes you shudder in reaction. 
"Right there", you sigh, tilting your head back, "oh Seokjin…" 
"I can't believe that you are real", he whispers and overtaken by his emotions he chases you, lips claiming the emptiness of your neck and fingers exploring your wet cunt. He kisses you sloppily, moaning blissfully while his fingers rub circles into your clit. 
"Yes, yes, oh yes", you chant, feeling your entire body sink into the hottest flames of pleasure. 
It is not long and you tell Seokjin to bury two of his fingers deep inside your dripping hole. And Seokjin obeys, cursing under his breath because he expected everything but not for your core to be as warm and wet as she was. With your instructions, he begins moving his fingers while his thumb rubs your clit.
"You are so wet", he croaks, curling his fingers, "I can't believe you are real." 
"It feels so good", you sigh, rewarding his perfect efforts by wrapping your hand around his aching length. You begin moving, forcing Seokjin’s touch to falter in pure shock. 
"What- ah- what", he stutters, hand wrapping around your wrist and hips moving back in a desperate attempt to flee the unbearable burning of bliss. 
"Relax. I can make you feel good too", you encourage him, smiling at him even if his fingers between your legs make it hard to function.
"This, this is so much", he keens, writhing in your hold.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"I, I don’t know yet."
"Then how about I do this?"
You move your hand up and down his length slowly, making him squeeze his eyes shut and whimper.
"How is that?" you ask him.
"Don't stop, please", he begs with his voice slightly pitched. 
"I won’t", you promise him, running your hand up and down his length, "you are so beautiful. Such a good boy", you whisper, feeling his cock throb in reaction. 
"Oh god", he keens, dropping his head in exhaustion, "oh god, oh god."
"I know, it feels like a lot doesn’t it?" you ask in a soothing voice, massaging his sensitive tip. It fits perfectly into your palm, wetting your skin with his excited pleasure.
Seokjin nods his head, chasing you with a roll of his hips. You hold him back with a gentle grip of his waist, caressing his skin as your fingers dance down his length again. You cup his balls, massaging them slowly.
"Very heavy", you tease lovingly, "you must have so much pressure built up over the years, mhm?" 
Seokjin nods his head, letting out a breathy moan. 
"Of course you do. That’s what I'm here for now, I’ll take such great care of you", you rasp, taking his cock again to jerk it slowly yet precisely. 
"Please don’t stop, ah", he begs in a high-pitched moan.
"I won’t, my dearest. Keep moving your fingers. Can you do that for me?"
Seokjin obeys with a shaky moan and his lips parting in bliss. It is so hard to concentrate on pleasuring you, but he wants to do it. He wants to make you feel as good as you currently make him feel.
"A little to the right", you say.
Seokjin fixes his mistake, throbbing in your hand when you reward him with massages on his frenulum.
"There we go. You are such a diligent student. Such a good, wonderful boy", you praise, basking in the blissful shudder your sweet words send through his body. 
You fall into a kiss just seconds later. It is more breathy moans and weak kisses than anything, but it is perfect the way it is. Weak lips, uncoordinated licks, more moans than kisses. All of it is an image of how you both feel. Too overtaken by pleasure to truly function and yet desperate for the other’s kiss. You can’t remember if you ever truly felt that desperate for a man's kiss. Maybe you never did. Seokjin feels so very right, oh so right. 
"Keep going, just like this", you encourage him, feeling yourself shudder in bliss when he begins rubbing circles into your clit. His thumb is so soft, the pressure is just right. Maybe that tiny bit too strong, resulting in you dancing on the edge of overstimulation, but it feels so good to dance. It makes your highs feel that much more rewarding whenever you do.
"It's so hard to concentrate", Seokjin whimpers.
"I know, but keep going. You are doing such a great job", you whisper with unoccupied hand hooked behind his neck to keep his forehead resting against yours. 
“___”, he moans, “___ it feels so good”, he keens, closing his eyes by letting them roll back.
“Yes, it really does”, you agree, closing your own eyes as a soft sigh slips past your parted lips.
To be so close to each other. It feels like a dream now that you are finally experiencing it. You may have found yourself daydreaming about  how it would be to kiss him and touch him and make him feel good. Not much, because you feared that he might catch you in your crude thoughts, but whenever you did, you felt dizzy in desperation.
“Oh how I wanted this, Seokjin”, you sigh mindlessly.
“What do you mean?” he croaks, twitching in your hand. 
“You are a dream”, you whispers, “my sweetest dream.”
Seokjin whimpers your name and kisses you. You are his dream too. His sweetest, dearest dream. For the longest time, Seokjin didn’t know why he felt the way he does about you. He couldn’t explain the flutters of his hearts, the tingles in his stomach, the desire to keep glancing at you whenever you weren’t looking. He couldn’t explain what all of those sensations meant for he never experienced them before. But he knows now. He knows that this is what being in love felt like. He really liked that feeling, wanting it to never ever stop.
Seokjin curls his fingers inside you, gasping into the kiss when this makes you clench around him.
“You are so warm”, he whimpers, chasing your taste with desperate licks.
“Seokjin”, his name was muffled by the kiss, but it was still clear in his ears. He kisses you even deeper because of it and you shudder in intense bliss.
“You are so tight”, he whispers, breaking the kiss because you gasped for air.
“I know”, your voice is pitched and barely wants to come out, “don’t stop, stay just like this.”
“What is happening? Why are you so…ah, tight”, he asks, struggling with his words because your hand begins to speed up around his length. His thighs shake in reaction, hot tension begins building up in his stomach.
“Do you feel the tension in your belly?” you ask him, swirling your hand around his leaking tip. It feels so hot under your touch, covering you with so much wetness.
“Yes”, he whimpers, curling his fingers desperately just so you keep rubbing him that way.
“That means you will orgasm soon. I feel the same.”
“Will it hurt?”
“No, it will feel like paradise”, you say and sigh, “Seokjin, I’m close”, you croak, pulling him back into the kiss. 
Seokjin moans, thrusting into your fist because he felt like bursting. He wondered if something was wrong with him. Each time you rolled your thumb over his tip, his cock felt on fire and then when you stroked your hand down his shaft that fire spread to the rest of his body. Seokjin never felt that incredible before. It feels so good. It feels so, so good. 
“Seokjin”, you whimper, body tensing and walls clenching around his fingers, “now.”
It starts off on your clit, spreading through the rest of your middle before the fire deep inside causes a chain of reactions. You moan loudly, pulling him close as your body begins chasing him in desperate rolls of your hips.
Seokjin sobs softly, “I can't hold back”, he confesses and then he swears that something unnatural happens to his body. His cock feels as if it goes up in flames, wet and hot liquid spurts out of him and the most peculiar part is that he doesn’t want it to stop. He wants it to continue.
Seokjin moans your name, sobs it again a second later, thrusts his hips into your hand, shakes uncontrollably.
“That's it, climax for me, that’s it”, you encourage him in deep growls, fingers almost bruising the back of his neck from how tightly you hold him as your own high prolongs because of his climax. It excites you just way too much. He looks so perfect when he finds release.
“O-oh god”, Seokjin gets out, falling around your neck once his orgasm stopped. He hugs you, shivering uncontrollably while he barely gets any air into his lungs, “W-what happened?”
You smile softly, wrapping your arms around him safely.
“Didn't that feel wonderful?”
“I, I don’t know. Oh god, I can’t breathe.”
You chuckle fondly, “lean onto me, my dearest. I'm right here.” 
“Do you feel the same?”
“Yes, I feel so dizzy”, you say, closing your eyes to enjoy his warmth. You climaxed so wonderfully. Your whole body feels weak and so incredibly warm. 
Seokjin shudders, releasing a big sigh of relief and happiness. He grows soft in your hold, hands squeezing your sides as his arms close further around you. 
“This was so nice”, he whispers, “it scared me at first, but it was really nice.”
You smile, “trust me, you won’t feel scared soon. You'll probably grow quite addicted to the feeling.”
Seokjin nods his head, “I think so too. I already want it again.”
You laugh, moving back just enough that you could gaze at his face. Seokjin does the same, looking at you with droopy yet happy eyes.
“I see how it is”, you snicker, “oh Seokjin, I don’t think I'll ever let you go again”, you say. 
“Good. I don’t want you to”, he whispers, “I can stay with you, can't I?”
“Yes, it would make me the happiest if you did.”
Seokjin smiles and cups your face. 
“My world”, he sighs, giving you no time to answer him before he already has you lost in another kiss.
You spend most of the night exploring each other. And come the next morning, Seokjin wakes you up with his face between your legs and his cock pressing into the mattress. You spend the entire day in bed, showing him even more possibilities of pleasure while Seokjin listens and learns like the diligent student he is.
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joonlaksme · 5 months
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October 25th
Kim Seokjin x Mirrors
Contains: toy used, unprotected sex, semi-public, afab reader
Word Count: 2.1k+
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“Kim Seokjin. This must be one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had.” You can’t lie, you are a bit angry. Seokjin proposed this “genius” idea—his words not yours—for something the both of you can do at the upcoming fair. You can’t possibly think of something fun to do at this time of day at a glorified amusement park. Get in trouble for trespassing, maybe?
Why were you angry? Well for one, it’s the middle of November and you’re freezing your ass off. You hadn’t expected his genius idea to involve going outdoors. You thought with the way he was looking at you, he wanted to eat you out or something. Not tread ten minutes in the cold and hop a fence. Two, he’s leading you into the fair at 5 in the morning, a whole 5 hours before it opens up. He’s obviously not here to get dibs on some rides. The only reason why you’re not freaking out about getting caught for complete trespassing is because your boyfriend had taken a few days off at his job to work at the fair instead. He wanted to see what it was like, being surrounded by crying children, “lost items”, and cocky couples. His words, not yours.
You told him it was a terrible idea but gave in at the hint of free fair food. Yum, free fried food that you could possibly get food poisoning from. You were in.
The smell of something fried in dough was in the air from the day before. Even as you looked around, you caught glimpses of janitors cleaning up the discarded trash. They didn’t seem to care about the two of you. You met eyes with one of them but they just gave you a brief smile and continued sweeping cracked concrete.
Jin is holding your arm by your wrist, eyes lit up like a child showing their mother their favorite ride. He’s looking straight at the lights that just turned on all around a ferris wheel. It was a little cute but you refused to back down because of a couple of cute things your boyfriend did without even knowing he did them. Sure, he was gorgeous but that wouldn’t suddenly revive you and give you the energy you’ve been craving to catch up on. Recent work days were 9 to 7 and the rest of the day was filled with cooking and sleeping. You barely had time to binge watch your favorite shows. Even if you tried, you’d be asleep by episode 2. Sometimes you’d wake up in the arms of your boyfriend, lifting you up from the couch and carrying you to bed. He would lay you down gently, pulling the blanket over you right before getting in beside you and pulling your head against his chest. It was comfy and warm and days like those are when you sleep your best.
“You flatter me. You think my other ideas are good?” He grins, looking back at you.
That isn’t what you meant and he knew it but you’ve learned that he gets a kick out of teasing you. You’ve decided to just let it be when he says things like that. He usually isn’t looking for an answer, just the roll of your eyes satisfies him.
“Behold!” He shouted and you slapped his arm at his loud voice while it echoed in the empty area. He pouted, rubbing the spot you barely hit. “I wanted to show you this place. Isn’t it cool?”
You sighed and looked up, not surprised in the slightest for what Jin was showing you. Not a glimpse of excitement came to you and you sluggish read the words. In squiggly words that were decorated with polka dots and stripes were the words: Mazy’s Mirror Maze. Very creative. You looked at him and showed him an expression to describe what you were feeling. Absolutely underwhelmed.
“Yeah? It’s a mirror maze. What about it.” You mumbled.
Jin looked disappointed, wrapping his arm around your hip. You’re grateful for the warmth he adds on you, sinking into your skin. “Babe…you have no idea how fun this could be. A mirror maze. To ourselves?”
You’re not catching on so you pinch his sweater and tug at it, “Let’s just go back home. I’m tired and I have work at 12.”
Seokjin takes your hand into his. He lifts it to his face, pressing his lips on the knuckle. His eyes glaze over, begging you to let him stay longer. It seems he has hyped up his surprise too much in your opinion but you’re weak to those eyes. Damn those puppy eyes.
“Fine. Show me how fun this could be.” You wave at him with the back of your hand.
Then he’s pulling you into the maze. It’s full of normal mirrors at first but it seems like Jin knows where he’s going. Things look confusing and you’re looking at multiple copies of you and him. A couple lefts and rights and the lighting makes it hard to see, progressively getting darker the further you get in the maze. He doesn’t seem worried. You wince when there’s a sudden blast of light. You’ve entered this hallway, full of some mirrors that are normal and others that make you look odd. In some, you’re short and in others you’re lanky. You’re wavy in one and swirled in others. You’ve always wondered how these worked. All of the mirrors are lined with silver paint that seems to be chipping on the very edges.
“Okay. Now that we’ve gone through the maze, let’s go.” And you pull his arm to go to the door at the end of the hall labeled ‘EXIT’.
“Buh-We are not done here.”
And you’re suddenly in his arms. He’s pressed you against one of the straight normal mirrors. He’s purposefully pulled your body close to his so you can feel…
“How are you hard right now?” You ask incredulously.
He pecks your lips, “Have been for a while. You know why.”
And then your memory is jogged with the events earlier today. In a sleepy haze at twelve at night, he pulled you in and asked you if he should do something a little spicy. You mumbled under your breath, asking what he meant, and caught in your sight on something sparkly and the size of your hand. Your vision is blurred from the fight you have with your circadian rhythm. You tell him sure, why not, and drift off into slumber soon after. You swear you can hear his dragged out sighs as he shuffles around in bed. It annoys you but then he’s pressed against you and you can finally get some shut eye.
With you pressed on the mirror, Jin pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, not concerned for possible witnesses in the slightest. You gasp at what you see reflected in the mirror across the hall. There’s a pretty little plug right between Seokjin’s ass cheeks.
“Oh. Oh wow.” You add in, suddenly interested.
Nothing stops you from moving your arms around his body and grabbing handfuls of his ass. His eyes open wide, wanting more of your rough touch. He moves forward and tucks himself in your neck, a soft sigh peeking out of his lips. It’s when you press down on the plug that he’s twitching against your thigh and lets out this lovely moan.
“Can I- c-can we-“
You’ve noticed that Jin struggles to ask to have sex when he’s flustered. You find it cute and you’re overwhelmed with the desire to make him cum. Some part of you does want to wait to see if he can get the words out.
“Can you fuck me?” He finally gets out, body pushed against yours.
He’s needy, grinding against your thigh and gripping your hips hard. When you take a hold of his chin and pull him out from the corner of your neck, he’s faking this pout. His lips are down but it’s in a way that makes it look like he’s mocking you. You really want to wipe that look off his face.
You pull your pants and underwear down. You kick them away and stand with your hands on your hips. “You think you can hold me up?”
“I know I can.” His mood switches like a light. At one moment he’s a begging mess but the other, his head is way too big.
You pull your arms around his neck and jump up to wrap your legs around his hips. Your body is firmly pressed against the mirror when he leans forward and your ass feels cold on it. The feeling shocks you for a moment but you stop yourself from moving too much. One wrong move and you might topple over along with Seokjin.
He’s leaned against your chest, trying to look down and aim for where he wants to sink in you. You can’t help but laugh a bit when you notice him struggle. He’s frustrated, nose flared and face burning hot. Your laughter does nothing but mock him. It doesn’t help when you add:
“Is this the time you realize the hole is a little lower? It’s not that difficult, Jinnie.”
He whines, “It’s difficult because you’re too wet.”
Your legs cross behind his back, “Look at me, baby.” And he follows. You notice his eyes are watery and his pout is much more genuine this time. Good. You peck his lips and take hold of his cock, lips closed with a moan. You line it up for yourself, “Now, try.”
He pushes himself inside of you, not being able to help himself from letting out this most delectable moan. You groan with him at the sudden entrance. You swear he acts like he’d die without your pussy; It’s warm, tight, and so wet that he’s scared he might slip out. His thrusts are shallow and although he’s hitting the right spot, it’s just not doing it for you just yet. You notice by the way he’s heavily breathing that he’s turned on more than usual.
“Can I finger you when we get back home.” You whisper in his ear.
He reaches as deep as he can get before he’s pulling out from your neck, looking at you with his jaw dropped. “Can you not say stuff like that when I’m inside of you? Fuck…”
You moved one arm under his so it’s around his hip, the other arm still wrapped around his back to keep you stable. “Why? Were you about to cum? Does that mean you’ll say yes?”
He groans as he continues his shallow thrusts. Then you’re moving your hand down to his ass, pressed down on the butt plug. He stiffens and presses his forehead to yours. It’s sweaty but you don’t pull away. When he sinks all the way into you, he reaches deep and is caressing your sensitive walls. You’re clenching with purpose because although you know he won’t last long enough to make you cum, you still want him to feel good. You want his mind to be clear with nothing but pleasure.
“Shit-“ He’s twitching inside you, right on the edge. When you pushed down the butt plug constantly, it hit his prostate with such light pressure that it was constantly teasing him. When you do it again with that mischief filled grin, it’s over. He’s been turned on for 5 hours and it’s a surprise he didn’t cum as soon as he entered you (which happens sometimes and those are your favorite days. You end up coaxing another orgasm out of him when he’s much more sensitive). He couldn’t even fall asleep because he was so distracted by his boner. He was pressed against your plush ass as you slept tonight but it granted no relief because you slept like a rock, barely even moving.
He’s filling you up with the next shallow thrusts, eyesight full of static when he closes them. His consistent moans as he cums make you feel deeply satisfied. You kiss his cheek and rub his back while he comes down from his high, shaking in your arms.
“And what do you say?” You say through the silence once your clothes are back on. You feel cum already being caught by your underwear. Gross.
“You knew I wanted to make you—fuck you.” He pouts.
You should be shocked by his language. But frankly, you’re used to vulgarity and if anything, you should be the frustrated one. He pulled you out of your sleep to fuck in a mirror maze. Instead you mutter in a way that makes him barely hear: “Oh I will.”
When his brain clicks to what you mean, he flushes and it’s not just because of the waft of cold that hits the both of you once you leave through the exit.
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lolabangtan · 1 year
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A N G E L | multi
You came to this world with a purpose: seven wicked souls wander this realm in search of what was stolen from them. While they seek revenge, you seek a way to hunt them down, but destiny has it deemed that you will find kinship in what is owed redemption.
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Warnings: smut, heavy religious themes, mild violence, toxic behaviour, mentions of abuse.
# non-linear storyline, supernatural AU, soulmates AU, CEO/celebrity AU, fallen angel!OT7 x devil hunter!female reader, dom/sub dynamics, strangers to enemies to lovers, a bit Namjoon!main, explicit warnings for each chapter.
· read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist
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BOOK I.
scripture
heaven-sent
nuova eva
wrath
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BOOK II.
rib
seed
womb
sin
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BOOK III.
on a cross
ruth
revelations
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Cheers,
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7ndipity · 2 months
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Bts As Subs
Sub!Ot7 x Dom!Reader
Summary: Headcanons about how the members would be as Subs
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Swearing. Mentions of dom/sub dynamics, bdsm, oral(f. and m. receiving), handjobs, edging, overstimulation, degradation, thigh riding, pegging, petplay, dacryphilia, marking, slapping, scratching, aftercare. Not proofread.
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Working on this actually helped a lot with my writers block and gave me waay too many ideas for fics👀 But I hope you like ‘em!
Masterlist
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Jin:
Is either the sweetest, best behaved baby boy or an absolute brat, depending on his mood.
Loves to run his mouth just to get a rise out of you, whining and complaining about your teasing, but turns into absolutely mush once you get him under you.
Likes when you tie him to the headboard and jerk him off while sitting on his lap, close enough to still kiss him but not letting him touch yet, letting him cry into your neck when he finally cums all over your hand.
He’s so loud and whiny, it almost sounds like he’s singing until his voice cracks.
Someone mentioned this on his nsfw list, and I had to mention it here, he has a slight oral fixation and needs access to your chest while you ride him, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks(which he says he’s sorry for, but you know he isn’t really)
Lowkey masochistic and enjoys punishments, loving when you mark and scratch him up, or edge him till he cries.
But what he really loves when you just ride him soft and slow, moving just fast enough to make him needy, but not letting him cum, edging you both till he’s desperate and pleading to cum.
Yoongi:
Turns into the sweetest, vulnerable little kitten. You can always tell when he’s feeling subby from the way he buries his face in your chest or your neck, in both sexual and nonsexual situations. He's just so soft and just wants to be taken care of(pls protect him🥺)
So fucking whiny, but he tries to muffle them, biting his lip and scrunching his face up so hard, he almost looks in pain(until you bite/suck the sweet spot on his neck and he just starts wailing).
Prefers things to be half kinky, half vanilla(the vanilla stuff is always what makes him cum tho)
Like, he enjoys when you’re mean and tease him, but he really can’t handle much degradation, so it needs to be combined with a lot of sweet words and kisses.
Cries so prettily when you peg/breed him.
Is slightly embarrassed at how quickly he cums from thigh riding, hiding his face in your neck as his hips stutter against you.
Needs a fair bit of aftercare to ground him and help him come back down, mainly just sitting and holding each other.
Hobi:
Ooh the range of this boy😍, he's always so bright and eager, and tries so hard to be a good boy it’s almost painful, how could you not reward him?🥺
Loves it when you’re rough with him, wanting you to slap, scratch, mark, and degrade him, etc. He’ll take it all with a smile.
Tie him up and and tease him by making him watch while you touch yourself, his poor cock twitching and leaking with every noise you make(he may have broken a chair from pulling so hard on his restraints)
Absolutely melts tho when you’re soft with him, holding his hands while you ride him, caressing his arms and chest while leaving kisses all over his face.
Loves it when you edge and overstimulate him.
Needs lots of cuddles and praise afterwards, usually falls asleep on your chest.
He's just so cute and needy, literally everything you do turns him on. You’re cuddling? He’s hard. Dancing around the kitchen? Hard. Folding laundry? Hard.
Loves when you do extra little things to take care him or buy him lil gifts, it makes him feel special and appreciated!
Namjoon:
Honestly, it takes so much work for him to let go and fall into a sub headspace, but once he does, he turns into such a clingy baby.
Like normally he looks kinda intimidating, but deep down he’s just a giant teddy bear.
You’re gonna need the cuffs for this one, for multiple reasons.
He gets so impatient sometimes and almost involuntarily tries to take over, bucking up into you or gripping your hands/hips to guide your movements.
He literally has to have his hands on you at all times, whether that grasping at your waist hips, groping your chest, or just holding your hands(not letting him touch you in one the biggest punishments for him)
Will actually beg to taste you or for you to ride his face, like he needs to be between your thighs, however brief it may be, or he’ll sulk.
As vocal as he is when he doms, he goes almost non-verbal when he’s really in sub-space, only letting out little whimpers and whines of your name.
Actually prefers looking after you during aftercare to help him come down, needs a fair bit of reassurance afterwards. “Did I do good?”(of course you did, you djehfksjdkwjf)
Jimin:
The best behaved boy. Choke him, cuff him, blindfold him, he’ll take whatever you give him and say thank you🥺
Not exactly a brat, but he can’t resist making sassy little comments to rile you up sometimes when he wants to be punished.
On the flip side, he’s very much a people pleaser and has a massive praise kink, so he needs to hear that he’s doing good and making you happy.(could probably cum untouched from just you petting and praising him)
Lets out the prettiest whines and moans when you ride or peg him
Loves dressing up for you, whether in pretty little lingerie pieces, or a shirt/outfit in your favorite color for date night.
Lowkey sugarbaby vibes. He gets so blushy and smiley when you buy him lil gifts like jewelry or accessories and always makes sure to wear them for you cause he’s your pretty little baby.
Has a slight oral fixation and tends to fall asleep while sucking on your chest, fingers, or even your neck.
Taehyung:
Puppy. Just an absolute puppy, like actually call him that pls, he will dissolve.
He is slightly into petplay, but nothing too extreme, mainly just a pretty collar for you to pull him around by or to hold onto while he rides your strap-on.
Definitely has his bratty moments every now and then, but he really can’t handle a lot of punishment, so he’s always super apologetic.
Lowkey voyeuristic, loves the idea of someone seeing or overhearing the two of you together and just how much of a mess you make him.
Dresses up for you, whether that’s lingerie or just a sweater you really like on him(tho he will come to you wearing nothing but that, like a reverse of the ‘wearing their shirt’ thing)
He's surprisingly good at keeping edged and overstimulated, so he can handle and actually really likes long, drawn out handjobs.
Really likes non-sexual shows of dominance from you. Like when you treat him to meals/drinks, or hold onto him to guide him around, it makes him feel cared for.😊
Jungkook:
Right on the line between good boy and brat. He likes to run his mouth and challenge you, but once you start doling out punishments, he turns into the softest baby. “I’m sorry Jagi, I’ll be good, I promise. Please still let me cum!”🥺
Super unsubtle and touchy when he’s in a subby mood(tho, he’s not exactly subtle the rest of the time either, so), kneading your hips as he grinds against you, pleading softly for you to please come help take care of his ‘problem’.
So fucking squirmy, he can’t keep still even if he tried, hips bucking and twitching involuntarily with every little touch.
He’s just soo sensitive and cums super fast whenever he subs.
He’s very middle ground on kinks and everything. He likes a lot of the harder stuff like bondage and degradation, but he needs some softer treatment mixed in and a lot of aftercare to balance out or else he’ll feel bad.
He actually really loves it tho when you make him cry from teasing and overstimulation.
Lowkey loves when you look after him in non sexual ways, making sure he’s alright and letting your protective side show through.
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asadfangirlbitxh · 1 year
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Jin: Since I'm leaving. I'm going to leave you all with this bowl of advice. It has many helpful insights
Jin: in any situation that you feel like you should call me. Don't. Instead pick up a paper.
Jungkook: This one says "blame it on Jungkook"
Jin: That applies to everything.
Hoseok: This one says "It's never Jimin's fault. He's an angel"
Jin: Again, this applies to everything
Tae: This one says "Let Yoongi sleep."
Jin and Yoongi nod at each other and smile.
Namjoon: This one says "Call Namjoon instead"
Jin: Seems you're all set. I'll be off.
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madammidnightsblog · 10 months
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BTS BUTTPLUG
Warning: sex, buttplug (m&f), public settings, sub idol, dom f!reader, Bang PD (brief), park setting (once), handcuffs, voyeur , fan meet (once)
Namjoon
Namjoon isn't really into buttplugs but he is more than willing to wear one if you ask, there is almost nothing he wouldn't do if you asked. But he feels funny wearing one in the studio with Bang Hitman working alongside him, the toy occasionally humming softly against a sensitive spot if he squirms too much and to make it worse, you were sitting in the same room. Your eyes staring at the back of his head which made his heart pound even more against his chest and he felt himself grow more aroused at the thought of you turning the toy completely up and having him a moaning mess in front of the older man. It really took everything in this man to cover every moan that would slip out and from palming himself through his sweats to somehow make the agonizing pace of the plug to grow more intense and just give his poor dick some friction that it was silently begging for.
"What do you think? Do you think it would work with the chorus or should we move it to the bridge?" Bang questioner as he skimmed over the roughly scribbled idea, wanting the younger man's opinion to organize the chaos that filled the page.
"Uh, well," Namjoon mentally slapped himself for not paying attention but could you blame him? He was in a tough situation and really wanted to work as diligently as he could but the damn plug really made it it hard to prioritize.
Bang notices how confused he looked and took in considering that they were working for about five hours and it was close to two in the morning so he thought he must be tired so he started to pack up, "Don't worry about it. You must be tired so we can finish later after some sleep so get some rest and I'll call around one- thirty." With that, he felt after bidding you goodbye.
You got up and walked over to the panting male as he leans back in his office chair, eyes screwed shirt while his right hand came down to his crotch to gently rub his erection, "You did such a good job baby." You praised as you sat in the chair that the former CEO was seated.
Namjoon whimpered softly as you took out your phone and turned off the plug, "May I cum now?"
You looked up at him surprise. You were sure he silently came a few times but those sucks in breath and squeezing of the arm rest was him holding back? Now that was more amusing. Cocking your head to the side and folded a leg over the other with a smirk, "Why didn't you cum pretty boy? You had about three hours of torture and all the chances to do so."
Namjoon turned his chair toward you, his hands were tugging at the draw strings in anticipation, "Because you never told me to." He whimpers.
"Go head baby. Cum as many times you want, you earned it for being such a good boy for Mommy." With that, he yanked down his sweats and boxers to reveal a twitching and leaking dick.
Jin
"I can't-please-can't!" He cried as his hands yanked at the cuffs, the metal clanking against the chair with every tug.
You sat in front of him, sipping your wine with a pleased smile as you watched as he breaks down in front of you after his third orgasm washed over him, painting his stomach and lap in his release. Something about watching him cry and cum without stopping makes you feel so powerful because of the pretty way he cries and begs and the way his beautiful body shakes with every release, the pearly white liquid painting his golden skin. His moans and cries were heavenly, almost as if he was singing such a beautiful song and the sobs came out like a loud yet sweet chorus that he made specifically just for you and it made your pussy ache. The plug in his ass and the vibrator that was tapped to his dick was the cause of his pleasure and the reason of his uncontrollable orgasms and they weren't stopping anytime soon, not until he said 'sheep'.
"You can take it, you've done it before." You singed before taking another sip, the refreshing taste of Pinot Grigio made you hum.
"Fuck, Mommy, please!" He sobbed, his dick twitched against his abdomen.
You hummed in thought, eyes staring at the glass in your hand and watched how the golden clear liquid that swirled with every soft roll of your wrist. You really didn't need to think about joining your boyfriend but you wanted to make him wait, keeping him on his toes and holding to the desperation which was what you did. Flicking your eyes back at him to see his glossy eyes as they stared into yours before placing your glass on the table next to you before getting up, slowly making your way over to him which had him whimpering for you. The clicking of your heels made his fingers dig into the armrests in attempt to hold what's left of his control and the fact that you were in just heels and one of his button of shirts made his dick ache.
Standing behind the chair, you slowly slid your hands down to his wrists to gently rub at them, "Are you sure you want me to do anything, darling? You seem to have enough fun with those toys." You teased as you eyes the two vibrators.
A sob left his lips, "Y-Yes, touch me, fuck, please."
Hoseok
He isn't the type to act honey in public or even attempt to do anything that remotely resembles a sexual act that isn't dancing so when you asked him to wear a plug and go for a walk at a park, he was quick to turn it down. So when you said you'd wear it instead, he was more nervous about it but didn't mutter a complaint since you were the one to want to do it but he was scared that a child would hear or an elderly person would see how your legs were wobbling and the no so quiet moans and call the cops. Everything was going smoothly, your wobbles were so noticeable and your moans were at a minimum or seen as coughs which did get you two some odd looks but Hoseok didn't care because his mind was occupied with the flashes of you putting the plug in but that was until you held onto his shoulder.
"Fuck." You moaned softly, your free hand was itching to cup your crotch in hopes to touch yourself.
Swallowing dryly, Hoseok did his best to guide you towards an empty and closed off area, "J-Just give me a second." He whispered.
The poor man almost tripped over his feet when he heard you moan his name. He was trying so hard to avoid any issues so you two could be in private but a woman that was jogging by turned around once noticing how you struggled to walk properly thanks to the rising volume of the plug, "Hey, are you ok? Do you need an ambulance?" She questioned while taking out her earbuds.
Shaking your head, you forced a smile which looked borderline lewd, "I'm.. I'm fine. Just got a cramp." You quickly said, trying to avoid slipping out a moan.
The woman eyes him before looked back at you but when Hoseok helped you stand up better, you bud goodbye before you two made your way to the public bathroom. Once inside, he quickly but slowly dragged you to a stall which you were glad he did because you were too overwhelmed with pleasure you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk anymore without someone realizing what was up. You took off your shirt and sat on the edge of the toilet, pulling your legs up to your chest after making sure you wouldn't fall off and told him to hurry. It was hard to keep going without his dick inside of you by know.
Jimin
"I'm so full." He moans as he spreads his cheeks to show off the pretty blue plug in his ass, his white thong pushed to the side.
Biting your lip, you slipped onto the bed while reaching a hand out to rub his erection through the damp material. Soft purrs left his pillowy lips made you shiver in excitement, wanting nothing but to rip the thin fabric off and suck his cute cocklet. With every rub to his small dick, you spewed out filth which had him whimpering and rutting up against your hand which you allowed, loving how needy and desperate he is for you. You were more than happy to make him wait for you until he was a sobbing mess, getting turned on by the way he sobs for you and his big pretty eyes filled with tears that spill down his round cheeks. Tracing his bugle through the material had him shaking and breath hitching, the vibrator purring softly as his velvet walls squeeze around the toy as if it will slip out.
"Such a pretty kitty," you swallowed thickly as you took in his beauty, "And all mine." With that, you yanked the panties off which made him gasp in shock.
You got tired of seeing the thin material already, wanting to see him bare under you and marked so you wasted no time, lifting a leg of his to press a kiss to his ankle and slowly made your way to knee. Lowering yourself slowly, your eyes stared into his glossy ones as you slipped your tongue out and licked a stripe to his inner thigh, licking before pressing sloppy kisses to the soft flesh as his moans came out in soft puffs. Legs spreading further to allow you to lay comfortably between them and placed playful bites to the area before turning your attention to his twitching cocklet once again.
"Want help?"
Biting his lip as he looked away shyly, "Yes, please."
Jungkook
He's bold with anything kink related, believing it will be better if taken risks so the plug was pushed into his hole before a fan meet and he was more than excited. You being a staff member, you were there playing with the remote in your pocket and watching how he would struggle to speak and even sing which did get him concerned looks from the members and fans but it only made you both aroused. Trying to sign an album, he leaned his head onto the table and let out a shaky moan as the toy was turned all the way up, his eyes squeezed closed and jaw going slack which made the fan in front of him worry and Namjoon and Taehyung next to him ask him if he was alright. He was shaking and squeezing the pen as his thighs squeezed together, trying to calm himself down from his high but his mind was just going blank.
"I'm fine, fuck, I just got a cramp." He gasped, shifting slightly in his seat as the toy was turned down to the lowest setting.
He was trying his best to ignore the mess he made in his pants but when you came into view he was whimpering softly, wanting you to hold him and call him your good boy for cumming but you couldn't. Pouting, he quickly scribbled down his signature and got ready for the next fan, ignoring the looks the members and the manager shot him while forcing a smile to the squeaking fan. Every second talking, singing, and chatting with the small span of time with the fans was exhausting since all his entertainment was drained from that orgasm but thankfully it went by quick without the toy going past low so he managed. Once everything was finished, he rushed off the stage and to the nearest bathroom with you in tow and thankfully no one was around the area to stop you from following him into there. Locking the door behind you, you barely got to turn around without him yanking you into his embrace.
"Bunny, calm down. Don't wanting anyone bothering us." You whispered, noses touching from how close you were.
He whined, "Hurry up then Mommy, need a kiss."
With that, you closed the gap by smashing your lips against his which made him moan into the kiss as his hands shot down to his belt and unbuckled it. Hastily, he undid his pants and pushed the down to his ankles while you did the same with yours. Pulling back earned you a whine but you shushed him before pushing him onto the toilet after he dropped his boxers. Knowing you two had to be quick before they started to look for him, you pushed your panties to the side to reveal your sopping cunt which had him moaning at the sight of your slick sticking to the fabric of your panties.
"Be quiet baby." You ordered before hovering over his dick, slowly sinking down onto it with ease.
Taehyung
"Mommy." He moans against your breast, his tongue lazily swirling around your nipple which made you sigh.
Your hand pumping his dick made him whine and moan as your thumb pressed against his utheral hole teasingly. His eyes closed in bliss as he sucked contently at your swollen bud which you were more than happy to see because his flushed face was pressed against your breast cutely. Times like this is why tented windows of the company van was a wonder, letting your cute baby boy suck onto your breast while you have him a handjob, doing your best to match whatever spear the plug in his ass was going. With you in his lap, he was comfortable since your scent and warmth made it better to him and the toy in his ass had him holding you tighter, making it a little difficult to move your hand between both of your legs.
"You are so needy. I spoil you too much, don't I? Taking time out of your schedule to make my prince feel good because he is so needy for his Mommy, hm?" You sighed mindlessly, knowing his mind was somewhere else based how he tried to fuck up into your hand.
His eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure built up, the knot in his stomach slowly coming undone so he squeezed your waist, sucking harsher which made your head press against his as you moaned. Thrusting upwards sent him over the edge, spilling his release onto your hand and his thighs, detaching his lips from your bud to moan out your name. Panting softly, he leaned his head back against the seat while you reached behind you and into the glove compartment to get the wet wipes and cleaned him up while handing him his water bottle. You smiled and praised him while cleaning up the mess and he couldn't help but bury his face into your neck, breathing in your scent as he closed his eyes.
Yoongi
Yoongi would never be caught dead doing anything sexual in public, he wouldn't allow himself to be lewd anywhere that wasn't in the safety of your shared apartment. It would take a lot to convince this man to wear a plug in public for more than twenty minutes out of fear of someone noticing him and try to approach him. He was way too well known for something like that to happen to you decided to make him do it when the members were supposed to come over and have dinner. You were cleaning up the kitchen with Namjoon while Yoongi tried his best to stay quiet on the couch behind the maknae line sat on the floor, playing scrabble while he pressed the couch pillow against his chest in hope to ground himself. It was hard for him, the toy was coming in waves that thudding against his prostate thanks to the larger plug of choice. Having such a hard time, he got up and excused himself to the bedroom, in hopes to lock himself in for a minute and cum.
"I'm going to grab something from the bedroom and I'll meet you on the balcony." You excused yourself which Namjoon happily made his way to the balcony with his beer.
Making your way quietly down the hall, you heard Yoongi's soft moans between the laughs and fight of the younger members which made your heart race. You were itching to touch yourself at the idea of him taking care of his boner with everyone within earshot, it really made your pussy throb knowing if they wanted to they would hear him. Sneaking into the room that he forgot to lock, you watched his he humped the armrest of your chair in front of your makeup table, his pants straining his erection with every rut. Locking the door, you made your way over to the door and stood behind him, holding his waist which made him jolt back to reality and tried to pull away until you stop his to relax. Knowing it was you, he went back to rutting the armrest while letting out louder moans of your name.
"Just like that baby, move with the vibrations." You moaned as you pressed yourself against him.
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jooniperbonsai · 2 months
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Thanks For The Sub (ksj) | m. list
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pairing: Camboy!Seokjin x Gamer!Reader (afab)
rating: 18+
status: ongoing
genre: Smut, fluff, angst, camboy au, gamer au, comedy, crack, slow burn (?), coworkers/boss/friends to lovers, an exploration of adults in their late 20s/early 30s
Summary: After a clip of you sucking at video games goes viral, you've become somewhat famous, with thousands of subscribers now tuning in each week to see you play. Overnight, you've gone from a sexually frustrated grad student who reads smut in her room to a gamer girl (or rather, a not-gamer girl). This would have been the perfect job, except it was never the job you wanted. Desperate for money to pay for grad school, you bounce between your new gig and working at a local restaurant to pay the bills, where your hot coworker-now-boss Seokjin plays many of the lead roles in your sexual fantasies. Seokjin, two years post losing his fiancé and job within the same day, is tired of the rut he's dug himself into and wants to start over. Now 30 years old, he's stuck managing his family's restaurant where he harbors an insanely inappropriate crush on you on top of carrying one hell of a secret: Seokjin is also known as Jin, a successful gay-for-pay camboy on the streaming site Worldwide Handsome. When the stress of the upcoming semester and the pressure to stream becomes more than you can handle, you seek out some much-needed stress relief online, only to discover a man who looks a little too much like your boss is staring right back at you.
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thanks for the sub teaser (2.3k)
chapter one (18.3k)
Here, he was Jin, a sexy, flirty guy who could shine in the sky of his own making.  Jin, the moon.  That’s it. He was the moon.
chapter two (13.7k)
In this world of streaming, where everything feels like fractured versions of reality, parts of you being split among the pixels and delivered and digested into someone else’s home for their entertainment and pleasure, it’s hard for you to ever feel like you can have some close community with your followers.
chapter three (14.9k)
He was being let into your world little by little, even if you were fighting yourself to let it happen.  He wanted that. He wanted this: you two eating cold pizza on the floor of your living room, you chewing happily and Seokjin warm and full of life watching you do it. 
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Here’s a few messy teaser inspo pics for the upcoming fics. The little aesthetics I go for in my fics is what really keeps me motivated, thanks to Pinterest. They’re grouped together for organizing purposes, but each pic is the equivalent of one fic or part of one. Hope something catches your eye to be excited about! Please wait on me a little more. Almost there <3
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borathae · 1 year
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↳ Index [Day 21 - Amazon Position]
Pairing: Good Boy!Seokjin x GFD!Reader
Kinks: protected vaginal sex, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms, praise, nippleplay & sucking, sensory deprivation, handjob, vaginal fingering, anal fingering (m.receiving), Jinnie being a whiney mess, giggly aftercare
Wordcount: 4.9k
a/n: i feel like irl!jinnie is actually into getting folded in half during sex, he gives me those vibes. and i am loving that he does fnadsf. also the domestic softness in this has me swooning omfg have fun besties 🖤
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Seokjin lifts his head from between your legs, brown hair ruffled and puffy lips drenched in your sweetness. He is breathing heavily, fingers groping the soft flesh of your thighs.
“Fucking hell”, you get out and sigh, rolling your head to the side in exhaustion. Your head is pounding and your pussy is throbbing as a result of your orgasm dying down slowly.
“One more?” he asks, eyes glued to your puffy, wet lips and tongue aching for another taste of them.
“Just…” you spread your legs further, “...don't ask, do it.”
Seokjin goes down on you with a moan, eyes falling closed in bliss and fingers slipping back inside just to curl right against your g-spot. It is so swollen and sensitive already, courtesy of the five orgasms he has tickled out of you by now. Number six is very well on its way and knowing your terribly hot boyfriend, it won’t be the last of this morning.
“Mhhhm fucking hell”, you groan, chasing him just as much as you are fleeing him. You love and hate this. You are in heaven and hell. Your clit is so incredibly sensitive that even just the slightest touch of his tongue makes you flinch and yet you don’t want him to stop. Riding on overstimulation is so goddamn addicting with Seokjin.
Seokjin soothes you with soft kisses each time you flinch, slowing down his tempo until your thighs stop trembling and your tummy stops clenching. And only then he begins anew, dancing his warm tongue over your clit while his fingers move against your g-spot. 
Seokjin woke up horny today. He couldn’t even deny it with the huge morning wood he was sporting. Now bear in mind, Seokjin is sporting a proud boner on most mornings, but today it was of horny nature and not just a simple natural reaction. You decided to wear the socks he got for you for your anniversary last week and you looked so goddamn sexy in them that Seokjin couldn’t help but ask you in his sweetest voice if he could have you. You said yes of course because Seokjin is incredible in whatever he does in bed and you were horny yourself. No particular reason other than that you are dating the most handsome and sexiest man in history and his slightly raspy morning voice did way too many things to you. 
So one hour later, here you were. Short five orgasms, close to your sixth and with your naked body sticky in sweat. Seokjin climaxed too. Just once – for now – as a result of rutting against the mattress too much and rubbing himself sensitive. Not that this stopped him from continuing to grind, hips chasing the friction of the sheets as his mouth continued to please you. The sheets will never compare to your pussy, but he has soaked them so much already that they come pretty close. Wet, warm, soft. Just like your pussy if he fantasised hard enough. 
“Okay fuck, baby you’re making-”, a gasp, “cum.”
Seokjin swirls his tongue and gives you a throaty mewl, sending vibrations through you. It is enough to send you over the edge.
You moan and crumble under his tongue, covering his pretty face in a new layer of your juices. You can feel it everywhere. From the tips of your toes to the top of your head, trembling like crazy. Seriously, Seokjin gives the best goddamn orgasms. Without a doubt.
Seokjin slurps hungrily, moaning right with you as you shake in bliss. He loves making you cum. It’s so sexy to him.
You come down with a gentle tug at his hair, making him lift his head. There you are. Once again with a pounding head and a throbbing pussy. 
“One more?” he asks, eyes sparkly and glued to your soaked core.
“Give me a second”, you croak, seeing nothing but blurriness and hearing the blood rush in your ears, "jesus fuck."
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, just…phew”, you say and exhale loudly.
Seokjin chuckles, kissing a path up your body until he can nuzzle into your neck. Like this, his hard cock is rubbing right against your inner thigh. Wet and covered in his creamy cum, it leaves marks of his desperation on your skin. 
“Did I do good?” he asks. 
“Yes, you did amazing”, you say, running your finger through his soft hair even if moving any inch of your body is hard.
“You always taste so good. I'm so happy”, he says, kissing your jawline, “and horny”, he adds in a whisper, mewling softly as he grinds his cock against you.
“I can feel that, yeah”, you say in a chuckle.
"It hurts", he whimpers, circling his hips. His cock is so goddamn leaky, soaking your skin oh so well. It’s adorable, really.
"Aww poor boy", you coo, "should we do something about that, mhm?”
“Yes, please”, he whispers, “I already came once.”
“I know. You’re cleaning the sheets, I'm telling you.”
He snickers, “okay, okay. I will.”
Seokjin lifts his head from your neck, eyes locking with yours. You look droopy yet happy, giving him a fond smile.
He retorts it, cheeks puffing out cutely.
“Do you want to lie down for it?” you ask him, reaching up just to pinch his cheeks gently. They are so soft and squishy, deserving of one more gentle pinch.
“Only if you’re comfortable with it”, he says.
“Of course I am. Go on sweets, lie down for me.”
Seokjin follows happily, wiggling to get as comfortable as possible. His head is propped up on two soft pillows, his hands are resting on his tummy and his pretty eyes are glued to your face.
“Are you comfy?” you ask him.
Seokjin nods his head, “are you comfy too?”
“Yes, very”, you say, sitting next to his body. You place your hand on his tummy, making his hands slip to the side to make space for you, “you’re so handsome”, you praise, caressing his skin right above his belly button.
His ears are rosy in an instant, eyes lowering shyly.
“Thank you”, he mumbles, hiding his face behind his hands afterwards.
“You’re so cute, look at your ears turning red”, you tease lovingly, knowing very well that you can do that with your boyfriend.
Seokjin merely whines and wiggles from side to side, “don’t say that. You know they get red when attention’s on me.”
You chuckle, “I know, it’s cute. I like it a lot”, you say, giving his side a little pinch before trailing your touch up his torso.
Seokjin sighs, keeping his hands on his eyes for whatever reason. You don’t find it necessary to ask. You know your boyfriend well enough to know that it was mostly for pleasure reasons. Seokjin loves to deprive himself of his vision whenever you touch him, he says that it helps him really take in how good it feels. He also looks incredibly cute like that. Pink lips all parted in bliss and cheeks just slightly squished under his hands.
“Does that feel nice?” you ask him, tracing his pecs.
“Yes, it’s really nice”, he answers you, chasing you with a slight arch of his back. His skin is burning up, your touch feels electric.
You guide the touch to his nipples, eliciting a gasp from him even before you could touch him. He is so excited. He never told you, but his nipples are really sensitive. Not that he had to tell you, Seokjin is so obvious about how good it feels to him, always squirming and wiggling for you.
This morning is no different. With nothing but a mere brush of your fingers, you force a loud moan out of him and for his hips to squirm. His nipples harden instantly, looking oh so desperate for attention.
“Sensitive”, Seokjin whispers shakily, squeezing his hands against his eyes to stop himself from peeking. Only blinding himself to what you are doing, helps him fall into the intensity of the touch. And as much as he would love to lessen some of that unbearable burning of bliss by peeking, he can’t. He shouldn’t make it easier for himself, because Seokjin loves nothing more than being swallowed whole by the fire.
“I know. They’re really swollen”, you say, taking them between two of your fingers to massage them slowly, "and oh so hard. I love that, sweets. You’re such a good boy."
Seokjin arches his back and moans, “please.”
“Please what Jinnie?”
“I, I don’t know. Don’t stop, please or, or oh god, I don’t know”, he babbles, making you smile fondly.
He is so cute when you turn his brain all mushy from pleasure. You lower yourself to peck his lips just once.
“I’m not gonna stop, love” you promise in the softest voice, stealing another kiss because he is so addicting. The taste of you lingers on his lips, making the kiss all the more amazing. His lips are so soft and puffy from all the head he has been giving you, feeling even better than they normally do. His hands slip from his eyes just to hold you, resting on the back of your neck while his fingers dig into your skin gently.
And while you kiss him like it was your only purpose, your fingers continue tracing his nipples, sending a constant stream of warmth through his body. Seokjin feels so safe with you. So goddamn safe.
Soon your left hand abandons his chest, taking on the journey down his torso. He doesn’t mind your changing touch, falling into the sensations happily.
The kiss barely breaks, lips staying so close while shaky intakes of breath swirl against them.
“How's that?” you ask him, dancing your fingers down his happy trail to reach his cock.
Seokjin opens his legs before you can even as much as slip between them, sighing your name in a desperate attempt to get you to keep going. He really, really wants your touch. His cock is so hard and so sensitive and so needy for your warmth. The sheets weren’t enough, he needs you.
You wrap your fingers around the base of him and run them up his shaft slowly.
“Don't stop please”, Seokjin begs instantly, chasing you with needy rolls of his hips. 
“I haven’t even started. God, you’re so needy”, you say with fond amusement in your voice, lifting your head to study his face. 
His eyes are closed, lips parted and brows furrowed in bliss. 
You touch his tip.
His brows shoot up, a moan slips past his lips. 
You roll your thumb over his frenulum. 
Seokjin rolls his head to the side and throws his hand back over his eyes.
“Please don’t stop”, he begs quietly, gasping for air between his moans. 
“You're so cute”, you whisper, heart feeling like bursting in fondness, “and your cock’s so, so hard. Wow Jinnie, it’s like you never even had an orgasm”, you say, jerking off his entire length in a slow and steady rhythm. 
“I'm so sensitive”, he confesses and whimpers. 
“Gosh, you are? But Jinnie baby, can I even ride you like this?”
Seokjin peels his eyes open, gazing at you. He blinks droopily, licking his lips.
“R-ride?” he stutters.
“Mh-hm. Ride”, you nod your head, paying special attention to his leaking slit. Seokjin squeezes his hand back onto his eyes and mewls softly, hips squirming desperately. “I wanna ride you, make you mine like that.”
“Oh god, that’s so hot”, Seokjin whines, seeking your closeness. He buries his face in your tits, lips wrapping around your nipple just to suck it desperately. It was such a natural reaction to him. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he is seeking you to find comfort through you. Seokjin’s done this a million times before and yet it never becomes boring. 
Shivers run down your spine, thighs rubbing together in search for friction. His mouth feels so warm and wet, the sucking is so gentle yet intense. You are so horny, it is like he never even made you cum six times. Truly, your boyfriend is the best menace in your life.
You reward him by adding slight pressure to your movements, hand gliding up and down his cock smoothly. His skin is seriously so hot, his poor balls look oh so swollen. They throb when you touch them, forcing Seokjin to bite your nipple involuntary.
“Oh?” you chuckle, “careful baby, your teeth.
“Oh god”, he breaks away just to hide away, “fuck me. Please.”
“Mhm?”
“Fuck me please.”
“I didn’t understand”, you taunt, massaging his heavy balls.
“Fuck me”, Seokjin croaks, looking up at you with glassy eyes, “please.”
“You're so fucking adorable”, you rasp, gripping his chin between your fingers, “I'll fuck you so goddamn well, baby.”
Seokjin gulps, cock throbbing desperately. He can’t wait. All he wants, needs, craves is your pussy. 
“Lay on your back, I'm getting the condom”, you order him lovingly, letting go of his cock even if this makes him whine. 
He is already waiting for you when you turn back to him. 
“There we go”, you say, handing him the condom.
“Thank you”, he says, accepting it. 
You sit next to him and watch him work, playing with the bottle of lube you also took with you just in case.
“Do you have any wishes for how you wanna do it?” you ask him. 
“Not really. Do you feel comfortable riding me?” he asks, working diligently to get the condom out of its packaging.
“Yes, I’m comfortable. I just don’t know if I wanna do it like we normally do it. I don’t feel like it today.”
“Yeah? That’s okay. Wanna do it reverse?”
You follow his hand as it rolls the condom on, eyes completely mesmerised.
“No, I don’t really feel like that either.”
“So how do you want to do it? Sideways?”
You chuckle, rolling your eyes. Seokjin snickers boyishly.
“That's stupid, you’re stupid”, you poke his tummy, “I thought of maybe, I don’t know, folding you in half.”
“Huh?” Seokjin gasps, staring at you with widened eyes, “folding me in half?”
“Yeah, like take your legs and bend them and then sit on your cock like that.”
“Okay why can I not imagine what you mean and why am I still turned on by it?” he asks, making you laugh.
“Because you think I’m hot?”
“Yeah. Oh big yes”, he nods his head vigorously.
You grin and climb between his legs now that the condom is sitting neatly around his cock. Seokjin lets you do your thing, propped up on his elbows and eyes watching you curiously.
You place your hand on his thighs, massaging them gently.
“Lie down.”
Seokjin plops into the pillows.
“Good boy. Relax”, you say to which he nods his head in compliance. You take his legs and lift them, bending them by their knees.
“Hot”, he croaks, breathing heavily.
“Yeah right? And now I gotta spread you”, you say and spread his legs.
Seokjin inhales sharply, feeling oh so exposed and vulnerable.
“Don't look at my ass though”, he says.
“Why?” you say, eyes flitting down.
“I said don’t look”, he whines, trying and failing to lower his legs because before he could, you stopped him.
“Holy fuck, look at your little hole”, you gasp, pupils dilating like crazy, “it's so exposed in this position”, you say, slipping your finger to it to trace it.
“A-ah”, Seokjin moans, eyelids fluttering in bliss and thighs trying their hardest to rub together. Your touch is so soft, but feels so intense. Attention to his hole always sweeps him off his feet. Each and every time, he forgets how sensitive he is and then you remind him and Seokjin feels like screaming. 
“It's so pretty. You’ve got such a pretty hole, Jinnie. Oh so pretty”, you praise, lowering yourself for one single lick. 
“Okay fuck”, Seokjin drops his head, arching his back, “if, if we're doing t-that now, please g-give me a moment”, he stutters, clenching his rim desperately. 
“Don't worry”, you whisper, kissing it softly, “I'm still gonna ride you. I just wanted to remind you what I could do to you if only I wanted to.”
“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he laughs breathily, “oh god please fuck me, please.”
“Look at you being needy now. And you wanted to whine about having your hole exposed”, you tease, standing up to position yourself above him. 
"I'm shy, you know me", he mumbles with a pout.
"Yeah, I know. You cutie."
You abandon his legs to grab his cock and align it with your pussy. Seokjin is such a good boy that he keeps his legs the way you want them to be. So busying yourself with his cock is an easy task.
Seokjin is watching the whole scene unfold with his breath held, heart racing like crazy. The sensation of your lick still lingers on his hole and now you are spreading lube on his cock. Seokjin wants to melt into a puddle of pleasure because of it.
“There we go, now you’re all slippery”, you say, placing the lube aside. You position yourself back atop of him, placing your left hand on the back of his thigh and using your right to hold his cock, “ready?”
“So ready”, he says, nodding his head vigorously.
“Okay. Here I come”, you joke, lowering yourself slowly.
You lock eyes in shock, hands reaching for the other instantly. Your fingers intertwine so tightly.
“Okay holy shit”, you whisper, “how are you doing?”
“Good”, he croaks, “oh god”, he drops his head and covers his eyes with his unoccupied hand.
“That’s so hot. It’s seriously so hot”, you pant, bottoming out. You place your other hand on his thigh and use the support to begin your movements. Up and down on his perfect cock, feeling him oh so deep inside you.
“Oh god, oh god, oh darling”, he babbles, curling his toes and rolling his ankles repeatedly.
“It’s good, right?”
“Fucking amazing”, Seokjin moans, squeezing your hand.
You really want to close your eyes because it feels so good, but you don’t. It would be a crime to miss out on how pretty he looks. All folded in half, legs bend, cheeks flushed and hair messy. Seokjin’s so goddamn pretty when you’re on top and he is even prettier when you can bend him into little shapes.
“Don’t wanna stop, you’re so fucking pretty”, you moan, caressing his thighs as your hips dance to a passionate melody. Your bodies meet in loud noises, the lube and your juices sound so wet and nasty, the bed frame croaks each time you let yourself drop on him. You must remember to fix it today. It has been croaking for two weeks now and each and every time you swear to fix it only to get your brain completely scrambled by him and forgetting all about it again.
“Remind me to fix the bed today”, you say.
“You’re thinking about that right now?” he almost whines the words, squirming beneath you so deliciously.
You laugh and moan, “no”, you drop your head, shaking it tiredly, “no, just thinking ‘bout your cock. It’s the best cock.”
“It’s yours”, he croaks, “it’s your cock.”
“Yeah that’s right, my cock. My pretty cock”, you rasp, trembling in bliss, “fuck Jinnie, you feel so good”, you say, speeding up your hips and making Seokjin moan the most devastating moan ever.
You don’t even mind the croaking of the bed anymore. Not when he sounds so good and feels even better. Let the bed croak, at least that means that you’re fucking him the way he’s supposed to be fucked. Fast and deep. Your pretty boy deserves only the best.
Mornings like today are the best. They seriously are the goddamn best. You plan on making him breakfast later, while Seokjin plans to do the same for you. You also plan on smothering him in kisses for ages while he plans on kissing your feet in gratefulness for introducing him to this position.
He can go so deep that way, cock shifting inside the warmest parts of you. He also loves how you fold him. His lower back gets a gentle stretch in this position, his thighs feel so tense from holding his legs up. His butt….
“Ah wait”, he gasps.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, slowing down your movements.
“Butt cramp. Oh god, butt cramp. Help”, he groans and yelps dramatically.
“Oh dear, wait”, you stumble off of him to allow him to stretch his legs out.
Seokjin does so instantly, rubbing his cramping buttock whilst whining loudly.
“Are you okay?” you ask him.
“Yeah, urgh”, he groans, giving his butt a soft spank, “I’m fine, just got a cramp.”
You snicker, “I’m sorry, but this is so funny.”
“Yeah, yeah laugh about my pain all you want”, he pouts.
“Gosh, I’m sorry. Are you okay, baby?” you ask him, placing your hand on his butt to rub it gently.
“Yeah”, he huffs out air, “just a little upset that we had to stop.”
“Yeah, same. Stupid cramp”, you chuckle, “I mean, we can still continue if you want to.”
Seokjin gives you a boyish look and nods his head.
“Can we try it in reverse?” he asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Like this”, Seokjin sits up and grabs a pillow. He turns on the mattress, lying down with his head facing the foot end of the bed. He lifts his legs back into position, looking at you through them, “just like this and then you slip down with your butt facing me and you can hold onto the headboard.”
“Yeah sure, that’s really hot. Are you sure that your butt can withstand it?” you tease.
“I’ll bully you too next time you get a cramp”, he mumbles with a pout, “remember when your leg cramped when you pegged me in the shower? Yeah who’s laughing now?”
You snicker, “gosh you’re so adorable”, you say, making him blush and lower his eyes shyly.
You reach for the bottle of lube to smother his cock in a new layer of it. Seokjin sighs in reaction, eyes going from shy to terribly droopy. Once done, you position yourself atop of him again, showing off your butt.
“Wow, you’re so sexy”, Seokjin gasps, eyes widened in complete awe.
“Yeah? Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your butt just for him.
“I love it so much. Oh god, my cock’s so hard”, he whines, “please hurry up.”
"I am."
You wrap your fingers around his cock, aligning it with your dripping pussy. With one expert move, you sink back down on him, using the headboard for support.
“How's that?” you ask him, voice trembling because his cock curves so nicely like that. It feels so nice to sink back into the sensation. Warm and oh so intense.
“Good”, Seokjin croaks, “please don’t stop, please.”
“I won’t”, you say, finally moving up and down again. Slow for now to get your bodies used to the new sensations.
The position enables way easier movements than when you were facing him. Like this you can arch your back and really grind your pussy on his cock. It is also kinda hot to deprive yourself of his face, it makes the sounds he makes all the more delicious. 
“That's so fucking good, baby. Your cock’s so goddamn deep like that”, you lull, riding on the surge of warmth only he can make you feel.
“I don't wanna stop, please don't stop”, Seokjin begs with his head dizzy. You have no idea what kind of view he currently has. You seriously have no fucking idea just how hypnotised you’ve got him. Your sexy ass is jiggling each time you slam your hips down on him and your wet pussy is moving around his cock. Seokjin swears he's never had a sexier view, tearing up because he refuses to blink in order not to miss even a second of it.
“So pretty”, you rasp, eyes glued to something completely different. His hole, all exposed and looking oh so empty. You place your finger against it, eliciting a throat moan from him.
“Don't stop please...”
You outline it with your fingertip, pussy dripping down his cock in arousal. 
“Please”, he whimpers, eyelids fluttering in bliss. He feels on fire. This is way too good.
“Shit baby, your hole looks so pretty. Wanna stuff my finger in there”, you say.
“Please do it, please”, he begs, squirming under you needily.
The lube is running down his middle, covering not only his balls but also his hole. You gather more of it, spreading it on his soft rim. You could actually do it. With a fluttering heart, you dare to put pressure on his hole.
“Fuck”, Seokjin presses out, “fuck please more.”
“That’s so hot”, you murmur, putting more pressure.
His hole opens up, swallowing your finger to its first knuckle. Seokjin makes the neediest sound ever, cock throbbing inside your dripping pussy.
“That’s so nice, isn’t it?” you speak softly, pushing more of your digit inside.
“So nice…fuck oh god”, Seokjin moans, rolling his ankles while his fingers dig into his own thighs for support. The stretch is so intense. Not because your finger is way too big, but because you’ve got him so good this morning. Every inch of his body is so sensitive. Seokjin can barely handle the sensations of having your finger plug him up. Especially not when your wet pussy is bouncing on his cock like that.
You bottom out and curl it.
“There?” you ask him.
“Left, little to the left”, he pants.
You fix your position and curl your finger again.
“Ther-“, you can’t even finish your sentence and Seokjin already interrupts you with the loudest, most desperate moan ever. Jackpot.
“P-please, p-please”, he begs, clenching around you desperately.
“There we go. You’re such a good boy”, you praise, speeding up your hips again. His cock is so much harder ever since you started fingering his ass. You love the stretch he gives you, chasing the electric tingles with eager hips.
He is so warm inside. So warm and soft. And oh so tight, walls clenching around your finger each time you grind your fingertip against his prostate.
You know that he won’t be able to hold out for long anymore. Not only is his cock sensitive, but assplay always gets him way too needy. You tense your abs to keep yourself upright and slip your hand from the headboard to touch your own clit. Just a little help. You are so close yourself, you just need that little extra push.
“Oh god, what are you doing?” Seokjin croaks, feeling your tense around him.
“Playing with my clit”, you sigh, “feels so good Jinnie, love fucking you so much.”
“Holy shit, that’s so hot”, he presses out under his breath, throbbing inside you, “I’m so close.”
“I know baby, I know. Me too”, you lull, “keep breathing baby, I’m almost there.”
Seokjin tries to follow your orders, letting out the shakiest breaths ever. His hand is pressed back onto his eyes, blinding him to the room. His palm feels sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. All he minds is the intense pressure against his prostate and your tight pussy around his cock.
“Almost there baby, fuck I’m almost there”, you chant, hips stuttering and finger pressing together against your clit.
“Can I cum when you cum? Please I, I don’t think I can stop myself”, he pleads, voice squeaky and weak.
“Yes baby, but wait for me yeah?”
“Yeah, yes. I-I’ll wait”, he stutters, “oh god, your pussy’s so good.”
“Your cock’s so good too”, you say with struggle in your voice, “fuck okay, Jinnie I think I’m gonna cum.”
Seokjin moans, clenching around your digit in excitement. Just one more curl of your finger and he’ll follow right after you. His prostate is so sensitive, his cock burns from holding back.
“O-okay now. Fuck now Jin-“ your voice cuts off as a loud moan shakes through you as you orgasm right around his perfect cock.
You somehow manage to press your finger right against his prostate with such rough intensity that Seokjin climaxes way harder than he thought he would. Truly for a moment, he feared that he might throw you off. If you weren’t bouncing on him like a mad woman, chasing your own soul crushing high, he probably would have.
You come down together. You barely manage to slip off his cock before your body collapses in exhaustion. You drop right next to him, laying belly first and cheek squished on the mattress. You feel dead.
Seokjin feels the same, feeling oh so far away from his body as he is trying to catch his breath.
“Well damn”, you mumble.
“Yeah”, he agrees.
“My pussy’s still throbbing.”
Seokjin laughs tiredly, rolling his head to the side to look at you. All he can see is your butt and legs.
“I would say same, but I don’t have a pussy.”
You snort ungracefully, craning your neck to be able to look at him. Your eyes meet, cracking both of you up. You laugh loudly and wholeheartedly, reaching for each other as best as possible. Your fingers barely manage to intertwine but it is still enough to make you feel oh so connected with each other.
“This was seriously so much fun”, you say.
“Yeah, it was”, he says and smiles brightly, “we have to do this again someday.”
“Yeah totally. Without the butt cramp though.”
Seokjin snickers, “why? I thought that was the best part”, he jokes, making you chuckle loudly.
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The Underclassman
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💜Fic Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
💜AU/Genre: College AU | Smut | Potential Relationship
💜Warnings: Smut, femdom, male sub, climax denial, unprotected sex, ejaculation, virgin's first time
💜Rating: MA
💜Word Count: 4781
Senior year of undergrad has had its challenges but you know it's downhill from here. Having gotten a jump on your assignments, you're pretty much skating through until graduation. Your only obligations are your teaching assistant tasks for Dr. Yun's psychology class, your job at the bookstore, and a few organizations on campus.
While things have been chill regarding course work, this year has also shown you who has your best interest at heart and who is just a waste of space in your life. Depending on how you look at things, fortunately or unfortunately, that meant that your ex-boyfriend was one of the people to exit your world. The two of you had been together since freshman year, and it has not been easy adjusting to the single life.
You haven't been on a date since, and just looking at other men still feels wrong. Your ex was always the jealous, controlling type who made it hard to breathe, as you walked on eggshells around him, which made you feel powerless.
"Honestly, I never liked your ex. It felt like all of your time was owed to him... like he owned you. You deserve so much better than him."
Your friend, René, opens up to you during a night of chilling at your apartment, sitting in a circle, cross legged in the middle of your living room floor. Your other friends, Michelle and Ticole, just shake their heads in agreement before taking a sip of their beers.
"I know, I know. You're right. I can see now how devoted I was to him. I was willing to give him everything I had. Of course, we now know he was giving his time, amongst other things, to someone else...but it's whatever."
Michelle chimes in, "It is whatever. This is our senior year. I just want you to take your time to find yourself again. Get out! Date! Enjoy your hoe phase. Plus, my boyfriend's mentee asks me about you every time I see him. That boy is in love."
"Girl, who? Seokjin?! I catch him eyeing me every other day in Dr. Yun's class but he has yet to say anything to me sooooo....."
"Don't do him like that...He is so sweet but so shy. He's one of those guys that's hot but doesn't know he's hot."
You all erupt into laughter and as the excitement subsides you agree.
"You're right, he is so cute but I never really looked at him like that. He has been such a sweetheart every time I've interacted with him but I dunno if he's my type, you know? Hell, he still refers to me as 'ma'am', like, I literally only have a couple of years on him, if that."
"He mentioned to Chance that he was not the best looking guy in high school. He was bullied because he was so skinny, had bad acne, braces, and glasses.. the usual "nerd" package. I, legit, don't think he realizes that puberty has come and gone. I wonder if he just doesn't have the confidence to approach you."
"Hmm... that would make sense. I hate that he went through all that. He seems so sweet despite being mistreated. I'll think about it, ok? But as far as 'enjoying my hoe phase' goes, guys fuck around all the time and no one bats an eye. I hate the double standard. I'm going to have the time of my life for the rest of the year. I deserve it, plus I've been horny as fuck, lately."
"Girl, go for it! I support this. Live your best life, friend. You've missed out on a lot being tied down like a married woman. Go get you some. And you never know, having that underclassman screaming 'yes, ma'am' may be just what you need!" Ticole says, co-signing with Michelle.
You all erupt into a fit of laughter at that and you take notice of the way your body feels from just imagining it. As heat burns up your spine and your pussy tingles, you swallow spit as you're basically salivating with excitement. Knowing what will make for some good material when you're alone later, you reply with a nervous chuckle, "Maybe, huh?"
Your girls were right! You're going to start putting yourself out there and try to be more open minded. After a restful night and having used mental images of Seokjin to gain a little post nut clarity, you begin to think that you may even explore people outside of your typical type. Internalizing all the encouragement your girls provided last night, you walk to Dr. Yun's class feeling like the baddest bitch on campus.
After taking attendance, you make a mental note that Seokjin isn't here yet. He never misses class but you shrug it off for the moment to continue your duties. You remind the students of upcoming assignments, schedule a few tutoring sessions, and answer any questions to the best of your knowledge until the professor arrives moments later. He hands you a stack of handouts and asks you to make copies since he hadn't gotten a chance to while the class takes a quiz. You grab your phone from the desk and slide it in the pocket of your cardigan before swiftly proceeding down the hall to the printer.
You turn the corner, finding yourself colliding with a student who is frantically rushing to class, landing you on your ass surrounded by the papers you were carrying, you quickly adjust your clothes as your skirt has flipped up, putting your lace undies on full display.
"Fuck! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I woke up late and can't be late for class. I have a quiz today."
You recognize that voice immediately and look up to see Seokjin. He quickly tries to collect the paperwork as he chatters, taking a moment to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
'He couldn't have seen that, right?'
"Hey! No worries, Seokjin, I can get this. Go ahead... they're just about to begin."
After hearing his name cross your lips, he finally looks up to see your face. With a gasp, you notice his ears flush red before he responds.
"Miss y/n! I'm so sorry! Are you sure you're okay?" He pulls you up to your feet with one hand, allowing you to further adjust your clothing before handing you the papers he'd collected.
"Yes, I'm fine. Hurry up and go. Good luck!"
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, thank you. I'm so sorry."
Seokjin smiles nervously before he rushes past you towards the classroom.
You make the copies and begin heading back to class, unable to stop replaying the incident with Seokjin. Has he always been so cute? So tall? Shoulders that broad? Biting your bottom lip, you recall the way his hair hung just above his eyes and his full pink lips slightly parted when he gasped from the shock of your accident. He looked so nerdy behind those glasses, but his brown eyes were breathtaking.
'Why am I just seeing him now... like really SEEING him?!'
You're thinking about all of this as you make the copies, sure that you hadn't noticed Seokjin's beauty for being so committed to you ex. You were blind for so long but now your eyes are wide open.
Back in the classroom, you quietly place the stack of papers on the desk, glancing up to see the student's working busily. Once you take your designated spot next to Dr. Yun's desk, you cross your legs and begin looking through the rows of seats until you spot him. Hunching over his desk and bouncing his foot restlessly, the poor guy looks so anxious. The sight leaves him looking so small and helpless, though he is definitely a deliciously full grown adult.
You glance away for a second but can't help the smirk that creeps across your face when you catch him suddenly still, sitting erect in his seat as his eyes trace your up legs all the way up to your thighs peeking from under your skirt. After making sure everyone else was focused on their work, you put your leg down and part your knees, now purposely exposing yourself to him. He licks his lips, then his eyes meet yours. Snapping your legs shut, you look down, covering your smile as you snicker to yourself. His nervous behavior commences as his gaze quickly snaps back down to his quiz, but not before you notice his face and ears turn a pretty shade of pink. What is this new feeling? You are not certain but you are 100% sure that you love it. You want more.
A couple of days have passed since literally running into Seokjin when you find yourself at work refolding the campus tees on one of the display tables, you glance at your watch to see it's almost time for you to clock out. It's been beautiful weather all day, despite what the weather channel said, but you can see the sky getting darker and you can hear thunder in the distance.
"It looks like the rain has finally made it," you warn your coworker. "Get home safely!"
Thankfully you check the weather every morning before leaving your campus apartment and was wise enough to bring your umbrella.
You grab your things from your locker in the employee lounge after clocking out. Once outside, you make it halfway across the yard to the fountain in the middle of the quad before you feel the first few sprinkles of rainfall. You stop to arm yourself with your umbrella before continuing your trek across campus as the bottom falls out of the sky. It is pouring now as you cross the street nearing your place, and you notice a familiar figure walking ahead of you.
He's soaking! He doesn't have an umbrella or even a jacket to keep him warm. You can tell that he's cold by the way he burrows into himself. The ripples of his back muscles are accentuated through his wet, white tee shirt as he hugs himself.
"SEOKJIN!"
He stops and turns towards you after hearing his name.
"Miss y/n? What are you doing out in this storm?"
You hold up the umbrella to cover you both.
"I'm just leaving work and on my way home. What are you doing out? And why don't you have a jacket on or an umbrella?"
He smiles shyly.
"Ummm...I didn't know it was going to rain today so I'm unprepared. I was going to the cafe to grab a bite before studying but it started to storm so I turned back."
"You poor thing. Why don't you come up to my place until the rain stops? I haven't eaten yet, either, so I can whip something up for us to eat."
"Uhhh...are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude. Plus, I only live a ways down from here."
Linking your arm in his, you continue to shield you both from getting wet while pulling him alongside you.
"It's no intrusion, I promise. Since it's Friday, my roommate has gone to her boyfriend's place, so I could use the company."
You smile at each other as he takes the umbrella to hold above you and continue to chat as you make your way up the stairs leading to your door. When you step inside, you ask that he stay at the door where there's tile as he's still dripping wet.
"Just stay there for a second. You're soaked. I know there's a towel in here somewhere."
After a moment of searching through the hamper of fresh laundry you hadn't gotten a chance to put away before work, you finally find a towel and hand it to him after he's secured the umbrella strap and placed it in the corner.
"Thanks, Miss y/n. I really appreciate your kindness."
"Of course! We've known each other for years now. You're not exactly a stranger at this point, so it's no problem at all. While you're drying your hair, I'll go see if my roommate's boyfriend may have left some clothes here. You guys are about the same size. Go ahead and get out of those clothes before you catch a cold."
This wouldn't be the first time you've seen a man undress so you're not thinking much about what you just said and rush off to your roommates bedroom to find a large tee shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. You stay frozen for a second as the situation suddenly catches up to you. You and Seokjin are alone in your apartment and he's undressing in the other room. Ticole's words echo in your mind. 'Get you some!' Michelle's voice lingers closely behind. 'Enjoy your hoe phase!'
'Am I really thinking about this now?! Does he even think of me in THAT way? He seems so innocent, I don't want to be a bad influence or take advantage of him.
You continue to stand there, contemplating your next move. Sure, he is extra dorky at first glance, but when you really look at him, you see now that he is fine as fuck. He, also, doesn't talk to a lot of people so you know he's not sleeping around and he will be discreet about what happens. This could be a good thing, if he's willing, of course. You take a deep breath before you leave the room, only to walk out and see Seokjin wearing nothing but his jeans and sneakers. You gasp at the sight, hoping he didn't hear you. Sure, you knew he would be undressing but you didn't expect that body to be under those clothes. God definitely took his time sculpting him to perfection.
When he looks up to see you've returned, he shyly covers himself with the wet shirt and towel leaving his free hand grasping his spectacles across his chest. There's that feeling again...the one you experienced during class the other day. You clear your throat and walk over to him to give him the clothes, trying your best not to stare.
"M-miss y/n. I-"
"Oh... sorry! I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable. Here are the clothes. I can step out for a second."
Reluctantly, he drops the shirt and towel to the floor by his side but his other hand holding on to his glasses remains across his chest as he reaches for the outfit.
Just above a whisper, he asks, "I've been meaning to talk to you. Are you ok? You know from the other day? I was hoping you weren't hurt and I wanted to apologize again. And no, I'm not uncomfortable, you know? I just...I."
"No, I'm completely fine, I promise. And it's no problem at all. I'll step out to give you some privacy."
"Miss y/n."
"Hmm?" You pause to look up to him, awaiting his response.
"You don't have to leave. I don't want you to leave, I just..."
The look on his face teeters on the cusp of pain and embarrassment.
"What's up? You look like there's something else you want to tell me."
"Miss y/n."
"Stop calling me that, though. I'm only a couple years older than you."
"Y-y/n?" He pauses for a moment to see if he's overstepped. When you continue to look into his chocolate colored pupils, he continues speaking. "I've never done this before."
"Done what?"
He leans over to place the clothes on the end table putting his glasses on top. He stands back to face you, taking your wrist in his hand. His eyes bounce from your eyes to your lips, then back. You can see he's nervous as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
"What do you want to do, Sweet Boy? Do you want to kiss me?"
The nickname and the question causes his eyes to widen, the reddish hue of his ears and cheeks deepen.
"Y-yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, ma'am. I want to kiss you so bad."
"Good boy. Go ahead, kiss me."
He hesitates, standing straight and still, your small wrist still gripped in his hand. He's looking into your eyes as if searching to see if you're serious. After what feels like forever, he tilts his head to the side and leans in, only to pull back. Shifting his head in the opposite direction, he leans in again only to pull away. He continues this for a moment, unsure of how to approach you. This would usually be a huge turn off for you but with him it's different. His uncertainty and timidness seems to just stir you on.
"Kiss me."
Your sudden command startles him slightly and he quickly leans in, placing his mouth against yours, bumping your lip with his teeth. He pulls back quickly as if he were burned. Patiently, you take his hands, placing one on the small of your back and the other at your nape. Taking a step forward, your body now flush to his, you can hear his breath shuttering. His very prominent bulge presses against your stomach as you place one hand on his exposed chest and snake your arm around his neck.
"Don't rush. I'm not going anywhere. Take your time and try again."
Slowly this time, he moves in to softly press his lips to yours before he pulls away, the smooch audible. You gently pull him back, slowly beginning to move your mouth against his, licking and sucking at his lips. When your tongue brushes against his, he whimpers aloud, grasping your shirt into his fist. Pulling back, you look up to check in on him. The dorky Seokjin is barely visible under the haze of lust now surrounding him. He bends down, taking your lips again. Mimicking your actions from before, he licks and sucks at your bottom lip before grazing your tongue with his own. Slightly taken aback by the feeling, you pull back to regain control of this situation. When he releases you, you step back and can feel the coldness of your shirt against your skin, now wet from being pressed against him.
"That was so good, Baby. You did good. Would you like to take the rest of those wet clothes off?"
"Yes, ma'am."
You smile at how quickly he's catching on. Still standing at the entrance of your place, Seokjin begins to toe off his shoes which squish with every movement. Sliding them to the side with his foot, he begins to unbutton his jeans, hands noticeably trembling. You're unsure if he's still cold or if he's nervous so you decide to check in again.
"Are you ok? Do you want to stop?"
"Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am... I'm ok. I don't want to stop, I'm just c-cold."
"Take those off and follow me...let's get you warmed up."
Removing your now moist shirt, you begin walking down the hallway to your bedroom. Seokjin watches as your hips sashay and your ass jiggles with every step you take. He continues to peel the wet jeans from his body. Now, wearing only his boxer briefs, he follows the route he just watched you take. Inside of your bedroom, he finds you already in bed, clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor. He bashfully makes his way to the edge of the bed, awaiting further instruction.
"Aren't those wet, too? Don't you think you should take them off?"
"Are you sure you're ok with this? With me?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be? Take them off, Sweet Boy, and come here."
When he pulls them down, you have to hide the shock that overcomes you. His dick looks so thick and heavy. Your heart begins to race in anticipation. Once he's completely naked, you pull the covers back as an invitation for him to climb in. He seems reluctant, trying and failing to cover his manhood behind his hands.
"Seokjin, baby...we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. I won't be upset and I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."
"NO! It's not that. I want this, I want this with you. But, like I mentioned, I've never done this before...I'm a virgin. Shit, you just gave me my first kiss. I'm sorry...I should have told you sooner. I'll just leave. I don't want to embarrass myself and waste your time."
"Awww, Baby. It's ok! I don't care that you're a virgin. I want you to stay but only if you want to stay."
"Yes, ma'am, I do."
"I promise to be patient. I'm not here to judge you. I won't rush you so just take your time. Would you like for me to teach you?"
He nods his head in agreement.
"Have you ever heard of a 'safeword'?"
"Is it a word we would use to indicate that we are uncomfortable with something?"
"That's exactly what it is. If either of us say or do anything that the other doesn't like, we'll use that word. The other has to stop immediately."
"Ok...what should it be? Could we use Adler?"
You laugh out loud at his cuteness. "Ok... that's fine with me, but why did you choose that?"
"I don't know. His theory was the last thing I looked at when I was studying for Professor Yun's test earlier. It's the first thing that popped into my head," he laughs bashfully while still trying to cover his manhood.
"Adler it is. You can lay with me whenever you feel ready."
With that reassurance, he places his trust in you, removes his hands, and climbs into the sheets. Covering your bodies under the plush blanket, you pull him closer to share your body heat. Resting your head on one hand, you caress his smooth skin with the other. His body continues to tremble but not from the cold this time. Your touch is sending electricity through his core leaving his skin slightly clammy and his breathing shallow and quick.
"I've seen the way you stare at me in class. Do you like me, baby?"
His expression looks as if he'd been caught red handed.
"Y-yes, ma'am. Yes, I do."
"Have you thought about being close with me like this? In bed with me? Touching my naked body?"
His breath hitches in his throat before he answers the same as before.
"Y-y...Yes, ma'am."
"Do you ever touch yourself when you think of me? Does the thought of me make you cum, baby?"
You're practically whispering at this point, inches from his ear. Your hand travels down his abs then along his thigh, skipping the tented area where he needs and wants your touch the most. His erection jerks from the excitement, his body spasms, and his shallow breaths now deepen as he whimpers and moans under your touch. You know he's fighting for his life at this moment but you decide to press him for an answer.
"Did you hear my question? Answer me, Seokjin."
Still inaudible minus his tiny whimpers, he nods his head frantically in agreement.
"I can't hear you. Are you not going to answer me? Do you know what happens to bad boys who don't follow directions? They get punished."
He squeezes his eyes shut tightly in anticipation of what you'll do next. As he clenches his teeth, you can see the muscles along his jawline flex.
"Bad boy," you say softly, pulling the blanket off of him to reveal his hardness. His dick is so firm making his skin look extra smooth but painfully red. The precum leaking from his slit indicates he's enjoying this torture. "Show me. Show me how you jerk yourself off when you're in your room thinking about me."
You sit up briefly to grab the almond oil you'd left on your nightstand this morning after moisturizing your legs. Opening the cap, you pour a bit on the head of his dick and watch as it drizzles down his shaft along the contours of his veins.
"Show me, bad boy. Let me see."
His hand tremors as he brings it up to fist himself. Using his thumb, he distributes the oil and precum over his tip before slowly gliding down his rod. He grunts and gasps as his abs contract, lifting his head from the pillow slightly. He moves his fist back up to the top, barely touching himself.
"Look at me, Seokjin."
He opens his eyes, though they are hooded and lazy. Your heart flutters at the sight. He holds eye contact and his plush lips part as his pants, ready to receive his punishment.
"Squeeze tighter. Imagine my tight pussy slowly sliding down your dick. I'm so wet and juicy."
Following your instruction, he applies more pressure. Still looking into your eyes, his brows furrow as if begging for more. He begins to pick up speed as he's almost there.
"Slowly. Rub your thumb over the tip."
And he does, slowly smearing more precum over the head of his penis. You can tell that he's close to the edge. You allow him to stroke himself a few more times before you grab his wrist, stopping him.
"I want you inside of me. I want you begging me to let you cum."
You grab your phone before moving back towards him. Straddling his hips as he looks at you with a dumbfounded expression. You lift up onto your knees and guide him into you.
"Oh, oh, oh, y/n! Oh! OH!"
He is a mess as you slowly lower your soaking wet pussy to sit flush onto his lap.
"What a nice seat. I think I'll sit here for a while. Don't move."
You unlock your device and start to scroll through your Instagram feed as you're perched motionless with his dick buried deep inside of you. He feels so good and it's a challenge for you to remain still, sitting in this dominant role. You look up to see him looking up to you. The slight chuckle that leaves your lips causes your walls to tighten briefly around him. His whimpers cause you clench even more. He hisses and grabs your hips, sinking his nails into your skin. Simultaneously, he pulls you down as he grinds up to burrow deeper into you. You swallow your moan, unwilling to relinquish your newfound power. You lean forward to firmly grab his chin, bringing his eyes up to yours.
"I said...Be. Still," you whisper. You leave him heaving as you continue to scroll on your phone, putting on as if you're not ready to ride him off the cliff of ecstasy. His little pleas making it harder to act.
"Hmmm...Pleeeease! I c-can't. Y-y/n, please. I can't... can't hold it anymore."
"You can't hold it? Do you need to use the word, baby."
His brows are winkling tighter, sweat pecking at his forehead and chest. You adjust yourself, purposely lifting your body only to follow the trail of moisture you've left smeared on his dick to sit back down.
"N-no... I can't. I can't hold it, y/n! A-ADLER!"
"Go ahead, baby. Let it go."
With your permission, he grips you tighter and pounds into you. Seokjin bares and grinds his teeth, his grunts becoming louder with every stroke. He controls himself for as long as he can, lasting for approximately ten seconds before he explodes, painting your walls with his cum. He feels so amazing, you to want to continue to move. His whining grows louder as his sensitivity increases. Stopping for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, you push the hairs stuck to his forehead away and caress his cheek.
"Are you ok, babe?" Your voice sounds so loving, laced with tenderness.
Seokjin opens his eyes to look at you before he replies, "Yes, ma'am. I'm ok...more than ok. That was better than any of my daydreams, better than I could have ever imagined. You feel so good, so warm, so wet. You look so beautiful sitting on me like this. Thank you so much for this experience."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. You're doing so well."
"But you are too sexy, I couldn't restrain myself. The nickname you called me... the way you spoke to me... your dominance. Whew! But, I came way too fast, I'm so sorry. I wasn't able to pleasure you."
Looking at him, you can see that he's oozing with confidence. Confidence you're sure he's unaware that he carries. You both continue conversing as he softly traces tiny circles on your calves with his fingertips.
"Stop that...you're being too hard on yourself. You did great and this was your first time! You'll get better the more you do it. And you feel amazing, by the way. You just have to learn what to do and gain more experience."
"Ummm... could you help me with that, y/n?"
"Of course, Sweet Boy, I would love to help you with that."
He blushes and chuckles a little with a voice that sounds deeper than you remember. "Really?! Thank you so much, y/n. I never would have imagined I'd be able to be here with you, like this. I'm, literally, the luckiest man alive. Also... I am still inside of you but the way you're looking at me, well, I'm getting hard again. What should I do?"
You can't contain your laugher at his innocence.
"Well, baby, you just came. Now it's my turn."
"Yes ma'am... just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it. Anything you want. I want to learn how to please you."
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lolabangtan · 2 years
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You have requests open!? And at the end of an awful week, it's like an early birthday present! Ok, I would like to request sub!Seokjin, and here is where it may get odd? So, it's been an awful week for me, so subby Seokjin with his sad domme girlfriend who would rather sleep the entire weekend away than deal with people. Perhaps service submissive Seokjin to the sexy rescue? If, somehow you can work him being overstimulated into that, I would love it. If you can't because it doesn't fit the mood od the request, that's fine too. Also, please no humiliation/degradation kink as I find it extremely triggering in any way that it's written. Thank you in advance if you choose to write it. 🌹
to see you | ksj
What a week. What a horrible week, horrible business trip, horrible everything. You just want to come home to your husband and remind yourself why you’re the luckiest person in the world.
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Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: none.
# subby!Seokjin, service top!Jin, soft dom!female reader, established relationship, kisses and smooches, oral sex (female receiving), hand job, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, praise kink, cream pie.
A/N: I’m sorry to hear you had such a bad week 😣 I hope subby hubby Jin fixes it, even if it’s just a bit! <3 lots of love from me too.
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“Dinner’s been ready for a while, I didn’t know when you’d arrive. It’s gone cold, but I can reheat it.”
You take off your coat and sigh, walking through the entrance. Seokjin helps you with it and hangs it on the rack by the door.
You finally greet him with a peck on the lips. “Thank you, honey. You don’t know how eager I was to come home… And yeah, if you don’t mind, that’d be great.” Once you’re rid of your shoes, you leave them behind too and finally head towards the kitchen, wondering what gourmet dish Seokjin has prepared for you this time.
What a week. What a horrible week, horrible business trip, horrible everything – you just wanted to come home to your boyfriend and remind yourself why you’re the luckiest person in the world.
And here he is, smiling at you as if you haven’t been abroad for days.
Seokjin looks good. He always does, yes, but tonight he looks particularly delicious, wearing comfortable clothes as he always does when he’s home. Broad shoulders, bare face, plump lips, your man. Always so handsome, always so obliging, so caring, so amazing.
“Feels like a dream,” you mutter, pulling him in for a deeper kiss, “being finally home.”
He chuckles against your lips. “Could say the same.”
“I’m hungry, you know, but somehow I can’t bring myself to crave any food right now,” you whisper, making him smirk, as your hands stroke down his cheeks to his shoulders.
“Hm? And what could that be?” Seokjin asks you in a playful whisper.
“Got it right in front of me.”
“Don’t you wanna talk it over a glass of wine?” he suggests, but you shake your head and press your lips against his jawline, eager to smell his cologne. “O-okay, yeah, we might as well leave the talking for later.”
Seokjin is always so sweet – when he’s not a menace, that is – and complying, when he makes you dinner to try and get you to smile with his awful dad jokes. You pull him into a kiss, stroking down his neck. It raises goosebumps in his skin, and he smiles against your lips before whispering how glad he is that you’re back from work.
Your hand finds his cock after it sneaks into his pants. With a little yelp, he breaks the kiss and closes his eyes, letting you pick up a rhythmic, slow pace as you pump his length.
It twitches between your fingers, wet and hot.
When you start moving your wrist faster, Seokjin grabs your hand, and you lock eyes with him; dark, glassy pools staring back at you, fixed on your face as he parts his lips to gasp for air. He doesn’t stop you or make you move faster, instead, his eyes look down at how both of your hands disappear into his pants while yours pumps his cock. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest, pressed against you.
You stifle a groan. “God, Jinnie, I want you so bad… Let’s go to bed already, yeah?” you ask between quick pecks.
“I want to please you tonight, my love,” he breathes out.
What you wouldn’t do for him. Seokjin is never so compliant and docile, shit, most of the time he’s trouble. But on days like this, when all he wants is your soft caresses and tender words, you know you can’t resist the idea of pampering him, of treating him with all the love he deserves.
“Do you want to make love to me?” Seokjin nods. “What did you have in mind, darling?”
Soon, you’re lying on your shared bed. The sheets are fresh against your naked skin, recently washed, as you notice; it smells like warm mornings, like his fabric softener when you bury your face in his chest. As you part your legs to welcome him, Seokjin strokes down your thighs, eyes fixed on your pussy, which is waiting for his tongue to lap and worship. So wet and warm, he bets. His cock twitches instantly, and he bends down to leave a trail of kisses down your inner thighs.
Seokjin starts off lapping at your folds. Soft groans of relief leave his throat, vibrating against your core, and you sigh.
“S-so good, darling,” you murmur.
Slurping sounds echo across the bedroom as he makes out with your pussy. Seokjin shoves his tongue inside of you, nose rubbing against your swollen clit, and you hug his head with your legs to get closer, deeper.
“Fuck!” He’s finally parting your folds and sucking on your clit. “Oh, baby, you’re— you’re doing so good,” you moan with your eyes closed. It won’t take you much longer to come.
But when you start pulling at his hair, Seokjin gets the memo and pulls away, breath still fanning your entrance. His chin is covered with your arousal, and he licks it clean as if ravaging your pussy to the point of almost making you come in three minutes wasn’t enough.
“I want to come around you,” you say, staring down at him. Seokjin loves your firm gaze.
So, he sits up and hovers over you. It’s easy to see you’ve worked him up too, judging by his sudden silence – like he’s trying not to lose focus. You sigh when you feel his plush lips peppering kisses down your neck and chest, hands stroking your thighs. Your skin feels warm against him, or perhaps it’s him the one burning up with desire.
You part your legs with an inviting smile, and Seokjin stares at your dripping cunt with his cock still caged inside his pants.
“Come here and make love to your wife.”
At the speed of light, your desperate husband sheds his pyjama trousers, free of annoying underwear. His cock springs against your tummy, the tip reddened and wet with precum; the mere thought of finally feeling his member inside you again makes you shudder.
Seokjin nests his hips between your legs before you pull him in for a deep kiss. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds, and you sigh, hugging his waist with your legs.
“I want you,” you whisper in his ear, “so, so much. Missed you so much, my love.”
Seokjin buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in, leaving a trail of kisses behind. “You make me the luckiest man.”
“You flatterer…”
With one last kiss, he shifts a bit over you and pushes in, slowly, inch by inch. You groan at the feeling of his cock stretching you out, your walls adjusting to his side. It really is a feeling you’ll never get tired of; Seokjin is buried deep inside of you as he bottoms out, his face contracted in pleasure while yours is most probably not a bit better.
“S-so good, my love,” he whispers, voice threatening to break.
The pressure is nice, you can feel his tip against your cervix. As Seokjin starts to pull away and thrust back into you, the view of his cock disappearing into your body seems to draw the both of you. Soon, all you can hear is the sound of smacking flesh.
“Seokjin, oh Jin,” you let out. The tension in your stomach is getting tight. “You feel s-so good, darling, I love you!”
Your words only seem to fuel your husband to thrust faster into you, even if it means he will have to struggle to hold his orgasm – it doesn’t matter when you’re literally moaning in his arms.
The tempo of his body swings between affectionate and desperate when Seokjin realises that he’s way too close. His nerves are on fire and he’s gripping the sheets above your head with his eyes closed tight. But your walls are clenched around him, practically sucking his cock in, and you arch your back for a desperate kiss.
A burning jolt of pleasure practically breaks him in two when he fucks into you just right.
Seokjin muffles a moan in the crook of your neck. “P-please! Oh love, my love, I’m so—” he manages to let out between puffs of breath, “so close, please, love, I-I don’t think I hold it.”
The ache between your legs leaves you hungry for his touch, wants him to melt into you. Like he’s yours, like you own him, with your heart racing and your face growing hot, you splay your hands on Seokjin’s back and grind your hips together.
In a way, you do – in a way, he’s yours.
“You can come,” you grunt then, body writhing, “but I-I’ll continue anyways, so it’s up to you, darling.”
It doesn’t take long for Seokjin to climax after that; with your hands cupping his cheeks, you make him look into your eyes as his body tenses on top of yours and he starts convulsing, letting out soft words of adoration. Seokjin then goes still, and with one last erratic thrust, he’s emptying himself inside of you. His cum ends up leaking out and down your inner thighs as he keeps massaging your inner walls.
“I’m close too,” you moan.
“P-please—”
You notice the way Seokjin writhes over you as he practically fucks himself through the pain of overstimulation. His cock burns but God, your dripping cunt, mixed with his cum, swallows him like it’s nothing, hungry and eager to engorge the coiling tension in the pit of your stomach.
“Gonna come, darling! So good, y-you were so good, love—” you moan, breathless.
As your walls start convulsing around his worn-out length, Seokjin thrusts faster into you. Then you let out a broken grunt, and he shoves more cum into you when you flutter around his cock.
Finally, you let him collapse on top of you.
His face is reddened with the exercise, although you probably are no better, also breathless and sweaty. But you are so incredibly relieved, happy, and content.
“C’mere,” you murmur. Seokjin groans happily and rests his head on your chest as you rake your fingers through his hair, tilting down your head to kiss the crown of his head. “You were amazing, my darling. I’m so, so lucky to have you… I can’t even remember what I was so mad about in the first place.”
Seokjin peels his eyes open. “You know, you can always come home to see me. Working is overrated anyway.”
At his words, you let out a tired chuckle.
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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year
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Alright Darling, I won't deny that this insert ask is totally about me. It would just be a straight up lie. Headcannon reactions for BTS with a female partner who doesn't have a submissive bone in her body. Now normally this sort of ask is about presuming that BTS is sub or dom as per our request wishes. This, isn't that. How do you think each member would react as per how YOU see them, sub, dom, switch or none of the above? How would each member make a relationship work with a woman who won't kneel or sub, because it just isn't who she is? Do the subs celebrate? Do the switches go with the flow and enjoy themselves when they're in a subby headspace? Are the doms able to put that kink away for love? Do the non-bdsm ones (kink is not just about power exchange bdsm btw) just shrug and not care? How does each member navigate this?🌹
Namjoon: besides enjoying being called sir or daddy I don't think the Dom lifestyle really suits him anyway. And I feel like even someone with no submissive bones can call him sir on his birthday, even if they both laugh from the absolute absurdity of immediately afterwards. He is into other kinky stuff more anyway. Sex outside during picnics, recording sex on old school cameras, and on the lighter side of things... Nylons. (Man loves a good pair of thighs in pretty tights or thigh highs and garters?
Seokjin: If this man was ever going to be a dom it'd be a service Dom anyway. So he's probably not fussed. Although there is a little part of his brain that makes him want to see you kneel, So he is just obnoxiously pleasant to you some days to the point where you have no option other than to give him a blowjob and he requests that you kneel on the floor while he sits on the bed. And because he's such a good boy you do it.
Yoongi: doesn't really strike me as into the whole BDSM scene just as a whole. He enjoys cuddly sex on most occasions. However, when working on a new mixtape and everything is about high adrenaline and loud beats he is in for mutually destructive rough sex at most points. Maybe to a point where he and his partner get so involved in it the partner ends up making him submit for them.
Hoseok: A little bit disappointed to begin with. But I think he comes up with creative ways to get around the issue. He likes to have someone submit to him but he also doesn't mind a fight. Could quite possibly get really into roleplay where it's a situation where he is trying to make them submit but they doesn't actually have to submit. Think roleplay of interrogation where he is a bad cop and they are a very stubborn criminal.
Jimin: fucking elated. How far can he push you? What can he brat about. You better enjoy being a brat tamer though because that is what you're getting. He likes to push back and pretend he's a little dominant. Try to put you in your place just to be put in his as fast as humanly possible.
Taehyung - BDSM is not for him. He doesn't give a s*** about rough sex in any way. I think He is more into body worship so as long as his partner is comfortable with that he is fine. What happily spent hours massaging somebody's feet to unwind himself at the end of a long day. Also get off on people watching him masturbate so I think that plays nicely into the dom feelings that his partner would have.
Jungkook: not into the rough side of BDSM, not a masochist or a sadist fan. But domination is something he probably craves. Like he probably enjoys playing the dominant character every now and again, but I don't believe that it's his baseline. Therefore, I think he would be perfectly happy with an exclusively dominant partner.
New request form opened on Google forms if you have any drabble or one shot requests
If you have any most deletes or small reactions, keep sending them to my ask box
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seokgene · 1 year
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jungkook: just admit that we're lost
seokjin: pfff we're not lost I have everything under control
jungkook:
seokjin: look portugal looks great we can still have fun ok?
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lesbiansloveseokjin · 7 months
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day 151/548 of hobi's military service
this selca was posted on 140724 with the caption:
!! Everyone !! I just realized that the first episode of our reality [show] is airing tomorrow!!!!!!! Wow, I’m so excited!!! ㅎㅎ Please watch it live and in celebration, I’m uploading a photo that I took with Ddanjji before our kidnapping !!! Haha… it was scary.
(trans cr: Christie @ bts-trans)
No!!!!!!!!!! It's already over, that's too bad .... Guys, I'm definitely not a wimp!!! I'm not!!!!!!!!! I was just a little frightened !!! Euah ~~ ㅎㅎㅎ Watching the broadcast directly like this was fun. Anyway, everyone please look forward to next week as well~ @-@/
(trans cr: Nika @ bts-trans)
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Hello, it's Jin. Finally, our reality show is airing today.. America is a scary countryㅠㅠ
(trans cr: Nika @ bts-trans)
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asadfangirlbitxh · 1 year
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Vmin vs Jinkook
Taehyung: You deserve a reward for putting up with me
Jimin: Spending time with you is my reward.
Jungkook: You deserve one for putting up with me as well
Jin: Damn right I do!
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