#mem:seokjin

[siyadrunkrecs]

this is so cuuuttteeeee!! i love how jin is characterized in this, just perfect dad perfect husband perfect goof 😭😭 that chicken lamp adds beautifully to the story and that ending is LOVE. i do hope they went for round two, i am parched as well 🥴 thank you so much for writing this small ticket to heaven <3 <3 

mood lighting (ksj - m)

summary: it's been a little too long since you had your husband.

pairing: seokjin x female reader

genre: slice of life, established relationship, smut, humour

rating: 18+

word count: 1.4k

warnings: husband jin, fingering, oral (m), quickie, look they're impatient and they have sex in the same room as their sleeping baby, mention of math homework *shudders*, mentions of breastfeeding (is that a warning?), breasts leaking after sex

author’s note: i've been craving sexy ksj for a while, so here you go! i wrote this tonight. i hope it's okay. also, i am not a parent so i am sure i've gotten some things wrong. oh! and this is the chicken lamp mentioned.

The baby is asleep. 

Finally.

You slowly place her down in the crib. It’s been six months since you gave birth to her. A little girl with your nose but in every other way a spitting image of her father. 

She used to sleep so easily but in the last few weeks she’s begun to regress; and it is nothing short of exhausting. 

As a result you and your partner haven’t had much time for each other. Especially since your eldest child has started to get homework. You remember the days fondly when she came home with nothing but drawings to hang on your refrigerator, but now it’s booklets of math and English homework. You didn’t think that you would have to break out the (rather horrible) math skills for at least another two years and you can swear you hear your eldest daughter’s teachers laugh at you every time you sit down with her to work on it. 

Tonight, you decided to struggle with the baby. Even if it meant having her use your nipple as a chew toy for her sore gums. Anything but math. 

You sit down in the quiet room, the soft glow from the chicken night light illuminates the room. It’s quiet here. A quiet that presses the one thought that has slipped in and out of your mind all day back to the front - you want your husband. 

You pick up your phone and press the side button. Bright light shooting into your face - “shit!” - and your hands fumble with it as you try to lower the brightness. Your gaze shoots to your daughter and you release a sigh as you see her eyes still closed. 

You [19:46]: She’s asleep. Quickie? 

No sooner have you pressed send do you hear your partner’s voice from downstairs. 

“Time for English! Put on your headphones. I’ll be back in 10 to check on where you are.” 

“But I’m not finished with -” 

“We’ll come back to it. Time for a break!”

“English isn’t a -”

“Then watch something on your tablet! I’ll be back in 10 minutes.” 

You press your hand to your mouth to stifle your giggle which slowly threatens to build to a laugh as you hear your husband’s footsteps on the stairs, a loud thump, a moment of silence, and then the doorknob to the nursery turns. 

His pants are almost to his knees when he enters the room. You press your hand harder against your mouth. You stare at him for a moment and then you peel your hand away to whisper. 

“Did you fall trying to get your pants down?” 

He nods, a smirk on his face, and amusement in his gaze. 

Your eyes widen and you press your hand back to its position at your mouth as you laugh. 

He closes the door (softly) and bites down on his bottom lip as he begins to laugh with you. 

“You said a quickie!” he whispers as the two of you come down from your silent laughter.

You nod. 

He pushes his pants down and stands there. It’s an amusing sight: he stroking his dick, a red mark on his thigh from where he must have hit the landing, and a chicken night light bringing the kind of mood lighting you used to try and create when you were first dating. 

Fuck he’s sexy.

You smirk up at him from your spot on the floor then push yourself up. 

Before you can catch your breath his lips are pressed to yours in a kiss that makes you weak in your knees. His hands work on your leggings, pushing them down. You gasp as you feel a finger press to your clit and slowly slide down and then back up. You’ve always loved his fingers. You know he doesn’t, but they are perfect. 

You moan into his mouth as he slips one finger into you, his palm pushing against your clit, and then he’s guiding you backward until you hit the change table. Both of you pause and turn to look to see if she’s awake, when the table hits the wall with a thud.

Still sleeping. 

You bite his neck and he slips his finger out of you and grips your hips, turning you around. You rest your elbows on the table as he steps back bringing your hips with him. 

Fuck! You have missed this from him. 

Slowly he drags the tip of his dick against you. He’s torturing you. 

“Jin,” you whisper moan. 

“Yes?”

“Fuck me.” 

“What was that?” 

Oh fuck him! 

“Fuck me right now,” you whisper as loud as you can, impatience decorating your words. 

Instead of a response he pushes into you with a sudden and quick thrust. 

You both pause, basking in the feeling of finally, finally having this moment together. You missed the ache and stretch that he brings to your body.

“Fuck, yeobo, you’re so tight,” he moans and you move your hips against him reveling in the compliment and the tone in his voice that you can almost always pull out of him but haven’t heard in such a long time. 

He remembers that you are on a time limit, and so he begins. Quick, beautiful hard thrusts. Dragging his dick to the brink of abandoning you and then filling you again. And again. And again. 

You’ve missed him. Missed his beautiful and wonderful dick! His body pressed against you. The sound of skin on skin. 

You can feel your orgasm build, muscles tightening around him, as his head pushes against your spot. You're silent but you know he can feel it. He knows your body so well, knows when you’re getting close. He keeps his thrust, shallow, and you have to bite down on your lip as you feel his finger on your clit. 

He kisses your neck. Biting then licking at the spot. 

He holds you up when your orgasm hits you. Legs weak and shaking as your body tries to pull off him. He holds you still with one hand on your hip and the other still moving over your sensitive clit before he slows and lets you ride the wave. 

He stays for a moment as your body slowly comes down. Then you’re left feeling fulfilled but empty. You turn around and kiss him. Your hand taking him in, wet from you, and you begin quick strokes. You love this part - him moaning into your mouth as you pleasure him. 

It doesn’t take long before he breaks the kiss and you drop to your knees. Replacing your hand with your mouth. You know his body too. You know what tongue movements to do, where to place your hand, how fast and how slow he likes it. You don’t go slow this time. 

You can see his body tense before you can taste him. His dick twitching in your mouth. His familiar taste landing on your tongue as he holds your head still. 

You take your time to come off him, making sure to clean as much as you can before you release him and swallow. 

He gazes down on you, eyes wide, mouth open. He holds his hand out to you and you take it as you push yourself up off the floor. He grabs you by the back of the neck and gently pulls you to him. You share a kiss. This time it’s slow, loving, thankful. 

“Missed you,” he whispers as he rests his forehead against yours.

You nod. 

“APPA!” your eldest’s voice comes from downstairs and you groan. 

“When she goes to bed, round two?” he asks as you both separate and dress yourselves. 

“You think I’m going to be ready for a second time?” you ask, amused.

He nods. 

“Once you’ve had this dick after such a long drought, you’re going to realize just how thirsty you were.” 

You want to throw the chicken light at him. 

He smirks and you try hard to hide your own from appearing on your face. 

“Your dick isn’t water.”

He nods. You turn your attention to your sleeping daughter and then the two of you make your way out of the nursery and out into the hall. 

He pauses and grabs you by the waist, kissing your cheek before he says, “I think we should move the chicken light into the bedroom. It’s perfect mood lighting.” 

Your eyes go wide and you nod, “I was thinking the same thing!” 

You share another laugh.

“Oh babe, you’ve leaked,” he says before he grabs your hand and pulls you to your bedroom. 

You’re about to undress yourself when he shakes his head and gently slips your shirt over your head and then your bra. He smiles as he takes you in and kisses you gently before he walks over to your closet and brings you back another bra and shirt. He lets you dress yourself knowing you hate when people try to help you.  

He kisses you once more before he leaves and you follow him down the stairs. 

“You said ten minutes and it’s been twelve,” your eldest complains, headphones resting on her neck. 

“And you said earlier that you hate numbers!” Jin laughs. 

© sugalaritae, 2023. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

[siyadrunkrecs]

Okay but oh my God I'm in love with all the characters in this fic. Everyone is so witty, so sharp, so quick with their quips, and every single word entertained the fuck outta me!! There were many different places where the humour got the better of my restingbitchface and people at the dinner table almost caught me 🤐🤐🤐

Yoongi's characterization is so ON POINT he's only there for half the fic and this is a JIN fic but why am I rooting for him (only a little, i love jin)?!?!

I am super invested in how this proceeds, how Seokjin manages to wiggle his way into reader's good books, how it progresses with Yoongi and reader and who will make me snort out my food with their amazing one liner. This is so so so good, thank you for writing this!! 💛

Business As Usual | 01

Banner by @bangtansmauyeondan <333

Pairing: businessSchool!Jin x Fem Reader

Genre: GradSchool!AU, Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: The first thing Jin noticed about you was that you were hot. The second was that you were fucking brilliant. The third was that you were kind of a bitch. Basically, you were perfect.

The first thing you noticed about Jin was that he was hot. The second was the professors already called him by name. The third was that he was an insufferable prick. Basically, you hated his guts.

Word Count: 4,540

~~~~~

"Hey, sweetheart."

Your shoulders froze when you heard that familiar, unwelcome voice behind you. No. Not this. Not today.

You cast your eyes from side to side, hoping one of your coworkers could attend to the headache at the counter, but you were on your own. With a sigh, you took your time frothing the milk and setting out the latte for the previous customer.

When you had postponed the inevitable for as long as you could, you finally turned to the next customer with a wide, fake smile on your face. Gorgeous chocolate eyes stared back at you as Kim Seokjin lounged at the register, an unfairly sexy smirk tugging the corners of those plump, soft-looking lips. Despite your hatred of the man, the sight of him never failed to momentarily stun you.

"What can I get you?" you asked through your teeth, maintaining your customer service smile despite your urge to reach over the counter and throttle that beautiful neck. His eyes twinkled and you forced away the flutter in your chest. You must have had too much caffeine today.

"Just a medium coffee. Black," he said smoothly, fully aware that the two girls in line past his shoulders were giggling and whispering to each other about him. Ugh, if only he was as ugly on the outside as he was inside. There had to be some hideous painting of him in his attic somewhere, growing uglier and more demonic with each new company his father's business empire acquired.

"Oh? Did you not like my recommendation last time?" you asked innocently, fluttering your eyelashes and putting a mock-dejected look on your face. A vein in his jaw twitched and you gave yourself an internal cheer of victory.

"While it was almost as sweet as you, I think I'm going to forego courting diabetes today," he managed to respond without missing a beat. His quick wit was actually enough to surprise a genuine laugh out of you, and you had to remind yourself that his personality was not cute.

The last time Kim Seokjin had come to the coffee shop, he had - somewhat bravely, considering he knew how much you disliked him - asked for whatever you recommended. So you had concocted the most expensive, sugar-laden monstrosity you could think of. There might actually have been upwards of twenty pumps of different syrups in there, not that you had counted. Okay, you had, and it was twenty-eight.

You had taken great relish in watching his face contort into the cutest funniest ways when he tasted it. When he'd managed to swallow it down, he had given you a very satisfying, pained smile. And left you a hundred dollar tip for the "delicious drink," because of course he couldn't just let you have ONE win.

"That's not how it works, but I'm sure someone as brilliant as you was just joking," you said flirtatiously, oozing insincerity. The girls behind him scowled at you. Like the other obvious things glaring in your face, you ignored them. "One black coffee. Anything else?"

"Your number?" Despite the fact that you had shot him down every single time he had ever asked, there was still that confident lilt to his voice. It annoyed the shit out of you the first time, when he had acted like it was a given that you would, and it still annoyed you now. You gave him the most saccharine smile you could bear.

"Unfortunately, some things in life can't be bought. That will be $3.50, thanks."

If anything, your retort made him grin wider. It pissed you off even more, because you knew at this point he wasn't even interested, he was just being a dick. And of course, because he was a stupid rich boy who loved to rub your nose the fact that he saw you as a charity case, he left another hundred dollar tip.

You rolled your eyes at it, and Jin's smirk gained a sharp edge of - something. You weren't sure what it was. You ignored him and went back to work, missing the way his eyes followed your form and the way he shifted in pants that were ever so slightly tighter than before.

"I'll see you in lecture, sweetheart," he called after you.

"Fuck off and die," you retorted with a toss of your hair, flipping the bird at him over your shoulder. God, was one day without seeing his stupidly handsome face too much to ask for?

Jin had to adjust his slacks before he left the cafe.

~~~~~

You sighed in relief when your professor finally ended his lecture. If it had gone on any longer you weren't sure whether or not you'd pass out - there was only so long you could focus on the droning voice of an old white dude, especially when it was about macroeconomics. It was your last class of the day, and you were ready to go home into the embrace of your wonderful, sexy bed for a well-earned nap.

On top of your internship, you had taken a couple extra shifts at the coffee shop you worked at for extra cash. Combined with your already demanding course load, this week had definitely taken its toll. Your lovely mattress and soft sheets beckoned.

Unfortunately, a set of broad shoulders blocked your way out the door. You sighed, wishing the professor wasn't still in the hall so you could do more than glare daggers at the program's golden boy.

"Can I help you?" you snapped, shifting your bag to your other shoulder. Kim Seokjin gave you a smarmy grin that begged to be violently removed from his face, and you felt your eyelid twitch in a combination of exhaustion and irritation. His friend Kim Namjoon stood a little ways behind him and flashed you a sympathetic look.

God, if only it was him that had set his sights on you. Namjoon was quietly brilliant, well-spoken, respectful, and had dimples deeper than the ocean when he smiled. Unfortunately, he and Seokjin were best friends and it seemed the elder had staked his claim like a dog peeing on his supposed territory.

"Are you going to the cohort happy hour tomorrow?" the puppy dog asked, refusing to remove his stupid teeth from your pant leg no matter how many times you tried to kick him off. Your jaw clenched as you tried to look unaffected by the hopeful gleam in his eyes.

You had no real desire to go, but networking was an unfortunate reality of the career path you had chosen and you knew it would be beneficial to go and schmooze, especially since other department professors with connections would be there. It was another reason you were so eager to get some rest tonight - you'd need your energy and good humor to charm people at the event. You had confidence in your abilities, but you'd feel better if you weren't exhausted and hiding a pissy attitude the entire time. Plus if you were both sleep-deprived AND tipsy, you might end the night with murder charges.

"Hmm, that depends," you mused, stepping closer to the object of your hatred. His eyes brightened at your closeness, but you were too tired to notice that or the sudden pink at the tips of his ears. "Is Namjoon going?"

At the sound of his name, the other man's eyes shot wide. Seokjin's jaw dropped as you brushed past him to make eyes at his friend.

"I hope I'll see you there," you purred with a hooded smile, making him blush cutely when you patted his (very nice) bicep. That was as far as you ever went though, you weren't a total asshole. Unlike certain others. You exited the room with a swish of your hair, the interaction already fleeing your mind in favor of thoughts of your memory-foam pillow. As soon as you left, Jin glared at his friend.

"Joon, you better keep your hands off my future wife."

The younger man snorted, unable to keep his lips from twitching into a grin at the way his best friend stared at your ass with hearts in his eyes as you left. Despite the clear waves of hostility your attractive form emanated any time he was in the vicinity, Jin still clearly hoped that this was some weird form of flirting and that eventually you'd give in and ride off into the sunset with him in his Porsche. Actually if it was for you he might even legitimately buy a carriage and horses. It might have been romantic if your disdain wasn't so obvious to anyone with working eyes.

He couldn't exactly blame the elder. Jin was not only objectively one of the best looking people he had ever seen in his life, but also good-humored and loaded. He had men and women throwing themselves at him from pretty much any angle he could crook his finger towards. The guy didn't really understand the word no, not because he was an asshole (on purpose), but because he had never heard it seriously.

Plus Namjoon had to admit that from his limited knowledge, you were the total package. You were hot as shit, incredibly smart, and driven. Not to mention hilarious and witty, if the way you staved off Jin's advances was anything to go by. Namjoon would have been all over you in an instant if his best friend wasn't so smitten, because who wouldn't? Honestly he would even like having someone like you as a friend, but given the circumstances that clearly wasn't going to be possible.

"Buddy, Half-Life 3 is going to be released before she comes near you willingly," he said with a sigh, knowing his statement would fall on deaf ears.

"I'd like to make her come on me," Jin said wistfully, proving his point. It was that very single-mindedness that made him put his foot in his mouth every time he talked to you.

"You have it so fucking bad."

~~~~~

The highlight of the department's happy hour immediately made itself known in the very attractive, very smooth bartender.

"Can I get a Macallan, neat?" you asked the silvery-haired man. An earring jingled when he turned his head to greet you, and the lopsided smirk that graced his face made your knees weak. You would ease off later - no need to make a drunken fool of yourself at a networking event - but for now you needed the social lubrication to keep your smile on your face.

Plus this was a fancy-ass location and you were definitely going to take advantage of the fact that it was an open bar to drink something nice. And for some weird reason older men were always impressed by the fact that a "delicate woman" enjoyed scotch, so it sometimes worked as an icebreaker to help infiltrate the boys' clubs your program seemed to degenerate into.

"Unfortunately, your company's package states that liquor has to come with ice," he said, not sounding particularly apologetic. He seemed braced for a hissy fit or some sort of verbal strong-arming, which you realized wasn't that surprising considering the current clientele.

"Ah, what can you do," you said, making a face. "Does just one rock still fit the rules?"

The bartender relaxed a bit at your hopeful face and the smirk became more of a genuine smile. It mellowed his aura into something sweeter, and you decided then and there that maybe business connections weren't the only ins you would try for tonight.

"That I can do," he agreed, before moving off to make your drink. Oh no, he also had the cutest butt you had ever seen. Well, other than -

"Good to see you, sweetheart."

Of course fucking Kim Seokjin would HAVE to interrupt your ogling session. Wishing you were at least two more whiskeys deep, you turned to give a polite hello the bane of your existence.

"Hello, Kim," you greeted, fake smile plastered on your face. He took a moment to eye you up and down, which made you want to simultaneously preen and roll your eyes. You might have hated the guy, but you weren't completely immune to his obvious charms. Whatever else, it was gratifying to know that someone who frankly (and unfairly) looked like the Korean version of a Greek god found you attractive. And the way his top button was left open should have been criminal. Still, the obnoxious way he refused to use your name was enough of a deterrent. "Where's Namjoon?"

You were rewarded by a tic in his jaw as he clenched his teeth to maintain his smile.

"Around," he said vaguely, stepping a little closer to you. "You really should just call me Jin." You moved backwards to maintain your distance, an action that did not go unnoticed by the bartender bringing you your amber salvation.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" he asked politely, handing you your scotch with what were possibly the most gorgeous hands you had ever seen. There was the tiniest pebble floating in it, one that would probably melt within the next couple minutes, and your amused smile was met by an answering grin. He then continued to distract Seokjin with his order, giving you the opportunity to slip away and begin the schmoozefest. Yes, you were definitely going to be getting his number tonight.

Unfortunately, it seemed that every time you went to the bar for another drink, either the mysterious sexy bartender was taking someone else's order or Seokjin followed you there like a bad case of gas. You didn't let that keep you from subtly flirting with him, and he seemed receptive - he always had some little quip or observation that had you giggling, much to Seokjin's obvious chagrin.

Later in the night, while the handsome, patience-sucking dementor was stuck in a conversation with your department head, you were finally able to have a proper exchange.

"So, I was wondering if I could get the name of the bartender who does such a lovely job of pouring my drinks," you said with a smile, leaning into the bar in a way that juuuust barely emphasized your cleavage. His eyes flicked down before coming back to meet yours in a crooked grin that you wanted to kiss off his face.

"Depends," he answered nonchalantly as he poured you a club soda and lemon. You had long since abandoned alcohol for hydration, so it was now completely obvious you were just coming back for him. "Am I finally getting to realize my dreams of becoming a sugar baby?"

You burst out laughing at his joke, and he gave you a wide, adorable smile that showcased his teeth and his gums. It was obviously a real one, not a customer-service version, and was way too endearing for your buzzed brain to handle.

"At the moment I am but a poor scholarship student," you replied with a shrug, accepting your glass of glorified water. "But give me a few years and I'll be stomping all over most of these guys in Louboutins or something."

"I'd imagine some of them would be into that," the bartender responded, clearly amused. He rested his elbows on the bar and set his head on his hands, giving you his full attention. "I'm Yoongi."

"Well Yoongi, I'm [y/n]. Would you be horribly offended if I gave you my number?" you asked, looking at him with an apologetic smile. "No pressure though, you can say no I and I won't throw a fit or anything, I know you're being paid to be nice."

His only response was to grin and hand you a pen from his pocket. Your fingers brushed as you took it, and you tingled. You were too caught up to notice the brown eyes burning into your back from the other side of the room.

~~~~~

Jin fought the urge to scowl as he watched you laugh at something the obnoxious bartender told you before leaning closer. You had never smiled at him that way. There was absolutely no way you thought that guy was funnier than him, right? Wait, why was he handing you a pen? Jin had been trying to get your number the entire semester, there was no way you were just going to go up and give it to some random bartender you had known for a couple hours.

He felt a light kick to his shin and returned his attention to the old man speaking with just enough time to nod and flash a charming smile.

"That sounds great. I'm sure my father would love to speak at that event, but I'll have to check with his secretary." He gave Namjoon a nod of thanks for the heads up. His friend gave him the barest roll of his eyes but grinned anyway.

Pacified, the head of the department wandered off and you intercepted him to say hello. By the way his eyes roamed over your form, the old man was interested in more than a greeting, which somehow pissed him off even more than the attention you were paying the bartender. His hand reached out to touch the small of your back, making Jin's muscles tense in distaste. As if sensing the intrusion into your space, you made a polite goodbye and made as swift an exit from his company as fast as you gracefully could.

You were in such a hurry that you didn't even look where you were going, and ran straight into Jin. Silently, he thanked God for blessing him with not only his good looks and wit, but also this current moment of closeness before you got your bearings enough to jump back as if you'd been scalded.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned enough to forget that he was trying to win you over. Amazingly, instead of hissing and spitting at him, you just sighed and peeked out of the corner of your eye. When you saw that the department chair had moved on to another target, your shoulders sagged in relief and Jin fought back the urge to hold you protectively. It would probably result in a violent act that would endanger his ability to give you children.

"Just juggling the fine line of networking without offending anyone who thinks they deserve something from me because of who they are."

Jin thought he heard a whooshing noise as something skimmed over his head, but when he gingerly touched his hair, nothing was out of place. Odd.

"Yeah, those types of people are the most frustrating to deal with," he agreed, trying not to feel too elated that you were having an actual conversation with him. For some reason, you gave him an incredulous look.

"What-" you began, then paused. "But-" you stopped again, then took a deep breath. "You know what, nevermind," you finally finished in defeated tones. "I'll see you around, Seokjin."

It took him a moment to realize you had actually used his first name, and it wasn't until he got home later that he let himself scream into his silk pillowcase.

~~~~~

Unknown Number Hey, this is Yoongi

You Sexy bartender Yoongi? Shouldn't you be working?

Yoongi Shouldn't you be kissing ass?

You Rude but not inaccurate I just needed a break from… people

Yoongi The old dudes that won't stop staring at your ass, or the hot one that keeps following you around?

You Both I'm hiding in the women's bathroom where they can't find me

Yoongi Lol you're cute

You Don't laugh at my pain

Yoongi To be fair though, you have a great ass

You Yes but it's different when I want someone to look That someone being you In case it wasn't clear

Yoongi I appreciate the clarification Because trust me, I've been looking

You Thank you, it's only 60% because I'm wearing spanx

Yoongi And funny too I'm about to take a smoke break If you want to breathe outdoor air and tar instead of whatever it smells like in there

You You sure know how to sell it

Yoongi You're the one who gave me their number

You Fair

Yoongi If you keep walking past the women's bathroom the metal door at the end of the hall is the backdoor In case you want to avoid the crowd

You Is it too soon to tell you I'm in love?

Yoongi Nah I get it all the time

You Wow

You chuckled at your phone before standing up from the toilet you hadn't been using and exiting the stall. Not only was Yoongi hot, but his casual confidence and wit was also doing a lot for you. You peeked outside the women's bathroom to make sure the hall was clear - knowing your luck, fucking Seokjin would be ready to pop out like a cockroach if you weren't careful, even if he had been marginally less annoying earlier. With a sigh of relief when you saw no one, you quickly slipped out the door Yoongi had referred to.

"You made it."

You paused for a moment to admire the beauty that was Yoongi. His silver hair fell into his eyes, giving you an urge to brush it out of his face, and he pulled off the dress pants, white shirt, and black vest of a standard fancy bartender getup quite dashingly. The red flare of his lit cigarette cast his face in a dim glow, and the smoke he had just exhaled wafted above his head like a halo. You didn't even have an inclination toward smoking or smokers, but something about the way he held it was unbelievably sexy.

"Just barely," you agreed, playing off your ogling as just you taking a look around the back alley. You ambled over to lean against the wall next to him."This is quite romantic. Do you always bring girls here, or just the ones you plan on murdering?"

He laughed and grinned that cute smile that showcased his gums.

"Just the ones I want to kiss before my shift is over," he responded casually. So he was just as charming in real conversation as well.

"Is that so?" you asked lightly, turning to face him and smiling as you met his dark eyes. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Yoongi grinned again, dropping the cigarette and grinding it under his heel, but the glow never left his eyes. He took a step towards you, closing the scant distance between your bodies, and placed a large hand at the small of your back. His body heat seeped through the fabric of your dress and you could feel his warmth even through the hellish shapewear probably destroying your spine.

"This alright?" he murmured, sharp eyes focused on yours as he pulled you closer.

"Yes," you breathed, draping your arms around his neck and licking your lips in anticipation. His free hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, and your eyes fluttered shut as his mouth descended on yours. He tasted like cigarettes, but the soft silk of his lips more than made up for it.

He swiped his tongue across your lower lip, and when you allowed him entrance he proved that it was just as clever as his quips. You couldn't hold back a tiny moan as he licked into your mouth in slow, mind-melting patterns, and his grip tightened. You threaded your own hands through his gorgeous, surprisingly soft hair, swallowing his own groan when you raked your nails across his scalp.

"Good?" you murmured with a smirk as you pulled away, scratching him like a cat and watching his lids flutter as if too heavy to keep open.

"Shut up," he grumbled, though he nudged your hands with his head to encourage you to keep going. It was surprisingly endearing, and you found yourself even more attracted to him than when he had only oozed sex appeal.

"Cute," you teased with a chuckle, only grinning harder when he scowled and his eyes flashed.

"I'm not cute," he complained with an adorable pout, eyes drifting closed again when you scratched him behind his ear.

"Sure," you cooed patronizingly, ruffling his hair when he glared at you. You snickered to yourself, missing the spark that flashed through his eyes, until you found your positions switched.

"Um," you stammered, staring at him with wide eyes as he pressed you against the rough brick behind you.

"I'll show you cute," he growled, sending tingles down your spine and straight between your legs. And he did, lips crashing down on yours, tongue immediately forcing its way into your mouth in hot, punishing strokes that made your knees buckle. You whimpered against the onslaught, clinging to his shoulders and rolling your hips against his in an attempt to ease the ache that settled in your core.

Yoongi released your lips and you took a shuddering breath, only to release it all in a wild exhale when his teeth latched onto your neck.

"Don't-you-dare," you panted between whines, even as your hands slid down to grab a surprisingly plump ass. "I need to go back in there."

He made a displeased sound that once again made your brain think cute, but he obeyed, letting his tongue lave your sensitive skin instead. You weren't sure why he was annoyed - he was scrambling your brains just fine already, thank you. His own hand slid behind you to squeeze your backside, his other snaking upwards to palm your breast, and you groaned before taking his earlobe between your teeth, desperate to regain some feeling of control.

You licked at the metal in his ear and Yoongi cursed against you, giving your nipple a vengeful tweak you felt even through your stupid fucking Spanx. Why had you worn this again?

You weren't exactly sure how long you were out there, tangled in Yoongi's arms and drowning in the heat that had consumed your entire being, but a buzz in his back pocket made the two of you resurface. The bartender looked at his phone and groaned in irritation, his kiss-swollen lips jutting back out into a pout.

"My break was over ten minutes ago," he grumbled, looking at you with stark desire in his gaze and making no move to leave.

"That's unfortunate," you said conversationally, grabbing his adorable butt again and pressing yourself against his erection. He hissed, dark eyes narrowing when you gave him an innocent smile. You let go of his backside and gave his chest a light shove, making him stumble backwards.

"It was nice meeting you, Yoongi," you said with a sly grin before going back inside and making a beeline for the women's bathroom to make sure you didn't look like you had just spent the last fifteen minutes making out in an alley. Your phone buzzed in the small purse you were surprised you were still carrying, and you grinned when you unlocked the screen.

Yoongi I get off at midnight

You Cool, I'll prob get off when I get home

Yoongi Oh did someone rile you up?

You Hmm wouldn't you like to know?

Yoongi I would

You How about you come over after your shift and find out?

Yoongi I suppose I could make time

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