⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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Despite Jin being a man who comes from wealth and luxury, he does take pleasure in the simplest of things. Whether it's enjoying food from a street cart vendor or taking a leisure stroll through a nature trail, these things bring him an immense amount of joy. However, none of that compares to the way y/n is straddling him, her lips trailing down his jaw as her fingers make quick work to unbutton his white dress shirt. It was a sight he wanted to commit to his memory forever.
He had just landed back in Seoul from his business trip when y/n called him. Of course, he wanted to shower first, but meeting with y/n for dinner was a lot more tempting than going home alone. It didn't matter either way since the moment y/n came into his line of sight, he had wrapped her in a hug, pulling her in for a searing kiss. Which is what led to this.
"If this is what you had in mind when you said you wanted to grab dinner, I would've worn something less troublesome." Jin comments, humor in his tone. His small laugh that followed his quip is short lived as y/n's teeth nips the base of his neck.
"You were the one that said you'd remind me that I'm yours." She remarks, her lips trailing across his chest.
Jin chuckles. "But shouldn't I be the one on top?" He muses. He's joking, of course. In a moment as alluring as this, Jin could care less about who's on top and who isn't.
Y/n brings her face to meet his, her stare ablaze with hungry desire. "Shut up." She breathes out. It was addictive for Jin to witness her like this. Her usual rational demeanor had long been discarded, casted to the floor along with the outfit she had been wearing.
Jin had never been in a position like this before, one that had him pinned to the bed, restricted from taking charge of the situation. He knows that he could easily overpower her, but he finds pleasure of y/n taking point. It was intoxicatingly breathtaking to witness her inhibitions falling away. Jin runs his hands down her sides, settling on her hips that maneuvered to brush against his growing arousal. There's a feral look of determination flashing in her eyes as her lips travel down his chest. His breathing begins to shallow as she undoes his belt.
Her movements are painfully slow as y/n tugs on the zipper with her teeth. It was a teasing gesture, one that has desire licking up Jin's spine, forcing out an impatient sigh past his lips. He feels her smirk against his skin as she finally removes the last of his clothes. Jin would be lying to himself if he didn't enjoy y/n teasing him like this. She flashes a menacing grin his way before using her tongue on his sensitive flesh, leisurely licking languid strokes up his length.
It's been a while and the gesture makes Jin feel like he'd go over the edge from that alone. He hisses out a groan, his jaw clenched as his head falls back onto the pillow. It's achingly torturous as y/n continues her slow pace. His hands reach for her, gripping her head as she hums out an enthusiastic moan. The vibration encourages hazy desire to cloud Jin's mind. The fog doesn't lift as y/n hollows her cheeks, taking in more of him.
