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Seokjin: My Dark Side- SMUT&FLUFF

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.
"I can't believe you did this for me!"
"...D-do you like it?"
"Of course not! I love it! I love you, oppa. I can't believe you would put so much thought into just a birthday present! It's so big and fancy! How long did it take you to make this?" you marveled at the .
"Only a few hours. There's more than one flavor. The bottom is chocolate, then strawberry, lemon, and vanilla at the top. I also put a layer of jelly in each level. the chocolate has fudge, the strawberry has strawberry glaze, the lemon has lemon-orange pudding, and the vanilla has banana pudding."
"Daebak! Oh my goodness oppa, this is amazing! This is the best birthday present ever!" you exclaimed, excited to eat the cake.
"Well, I would hope so. I would expect nothing less on my twenty-first birthday, so I decided to do something similar without going over the top. After all, I still have something else I want to give you..." he replied, the last sentence held a tinge of devilish teasing. You had been with Seokjin for almost 6 months. You had kissed and had a few innocent make-outs, but you had no idea just how heated and dark he could get during intimate touching.
You still had the goofy smile on your face that he loved so much. Walking up to your boyfriend, you intertwined your fingers with his, pulling him down so he was eye level with you. You give him a meaningful, passionate kiss. You pull away just slightly, about to say something, but he bites your bottom lip, pulling your mouth back to his, crashing them together. The next kiss was still sweet, but had a small hint of need and roughness. This was new to you, Seokjin had only once ever tried to do something more than just kiss you. Your breathing sped up as he let you pull away this time. You looked at him with a mix of interest and care.
"I love you," you whisper, pecking his cheek before turning over to the cake to cut yourself a piece from the top as well as one for Jin. You walked over to the love-seat in your living room and sat down, cuddling while feeding each other cake. On one of the forkfuls you were feeding him, you had an idea. You brought it up casually to his mouth as he opened it, waiting for the food. As it reached his lips, you swerved the forkful of cake onto his cheek, a devilish smile crossing your lips and a chuckle coming from your throat.
"Wah~! Jagi~! What was that for?!" he pouted before picking some of his cake up with his hand and smothering it all over your cheek, near the corner of your mouth.
"Oppa!" you squealed, laughing at him. You pick another piece of your cake up before jumping off the couch and throwing the food at him, hitting his chest. Oh no. Seokjin was always okay with small food fights or messy wars as long as his clothes were not ruined... especially his white shirt. Your eyes widened as you realize what you had done. He looks up at you, determination and revenge in his eyes.
"You are so in for it," he says, grabbing his plate of cake and running towards you. You shriek and run away frantically, laughing while trying to find a place to hide. You lock yourself in the bathroom, hearing his footsteps close behind you, then a loud bang against the door.
"Oppa... are you okay?" You hear a moan in response, which didn't sound very convincing. "Jin, use your words. Are you alright, or are you just messing with me?"
"Uhhhnn... Why would I do that?" you hear a muffled response, pain and annoyance evident in his tone. "I slipped and hit the door. I think my nose is broken."
'Oh, shit.' you think to yourself before quickly unlocking the door and rushing out of the bathroom to Seokjin's side. He is sitting on the floor, holding his nose with his eyes closed tightly. "I'm so sorry, oppa. I didn't mean to cause you pain. I promise not to mess around anymore," you say, sitting on his lap, trying to examine his nose. You feel a small uneven spot in his pants, but try to ignore it, instead trying to focus on your boyfriend's nose, which is kind of difficult since he won't move his hand. "Oppa, if you want me to help you, you'll have to move your hand."
A small smirk spreads across his covered lips as he removes his hand from his perfectly intact nose. "Gotcha," he whispers spitefully before wrapping his hand around your waist and shoving cake down the front of your shirt. You squeal again, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. You finally get away from the boy, standing up, pulling your shirt away from your sticky chest. Looking down, you see that the cake has found its way inside your bra. You throw your shirt off, not caring about Jin's stares You look at him with a mock-peeved expression.
"Are you happy now? You had me apologize to you and now there's cake in my bra and here I am about to dig it out with you sitting here watching me," you tell him hopelessly, carefully removing the food from your underwear so your breasts don't spill out in the process. You didn't want to expose anything else to him just yet. Holding the crumbs in your hands, turning to throw them in the trash, you feel a pair of strong hands grab your waist and lift you up, hanging you over a broad shoulder. He walks you out of the bedroom, to the kitchen so you can throw away the contaminated food. He turns when he reaches the trash can, allowing you to toss the moist crumbs in the garbage. Halfway back to the bedroom, he looks back at you, head upside-down, hair hanging, and eyes looking not at his face, but rather at his backside. He watched as you marveled at his chiseled lower back and shoulders. You had to admit, he had a pretty juicy butt, too. As you thought this, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You looked up, finding that your boyfriend's eyes were intently staring into yours. Your cheeks felt much hotter within that instant that you knew he was watching you, but neither of you broke your gaze. A slow smile spread across his easygoing lips and a small chuckle releasing from his throat. How you loved that little chuckle of his. As you reached the bedroom, he grabbed your wrist, carefully removing you from his shoulder, sitting you on the edge of the bed, and running off to get a small towel.
"We're both quite dirty, but I figured it wouldn't be worth a shower, so I hope you don't mind just using a small, wet towel." You nod in response as he wipes a bit of frosting from your face, then the rest of the remaining crumbs on your chest and stomach. As he did so, a slight gasp escaped your lips when he got close to the sensitive spots. He looks at you with intensity in his eyes, but he says nothing. He hands you the towel so you can wipe him off. He takes off his shirt, revealing that a small amount of frosting had gone through his shirt and stained his chest. You wipe his chest, then most of his face, but leaving a small bit of food at the corner of his mouth. You decide to be brave, leaning forward, to kiss and lick the food from his face, and he reacts with a hitch in his breathing. You hummed from the taste of vanilla on his skin as he lets out a small whimper. You pull away to look at him, searching for any kind of answer he could give you. "Are you ready for the other part of your birthday present?" he asks in a husky tone. You hesitate, wondering what he could possibly mean, but curiosity gets the better of you as you nod your head in response. He smirks at you, pulling you closer to him. He begins rubbing your thigh as he leans in for a kiss. The kiss is rough, demanding, and needy, much unlike other kisses he's given you, but perfect just the same. You moan as he runs his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth, but you are too dazed to realize. He tries again, still no acknowledgement to his attempts. Getting an idea, he decides to run his thumb along the inner part of your thigh, close to your lady parts, earning a gasp that allows him to stick his tongue in your mouth, exploring it thoroughly. You moan again from his expert kisses, deciding to be brave. You rest your hand on his leg, running it closer up to the top of his leg. As you reach the spot between his hips, you find that the bump in his pants has become more noticeable. He pulls away from the kiss, planting pecks along your jaw and neck. As he gets to your collarbone, he stops to create a small hickey, sucking and biting at the skin, coaxing a moan of his name to escape your lips.
"...Mmmhh... Seokjin..." With this small amount of encouragement, he pulls you onto his lap where you mentally thank him for bringing you to. You begin to ponder the very near future, comparing his estimated size to that of your hole. You slightly frown as he continues to kiss your neck, wondering to yourself 'I'm not sure if he'll be able to fit, he feels quite big...'
As the kissing becomes more heated, you begin to grind against him, causing him to moan. He soon pushes you off his lap and gets up to search for something.
"Oppa, what are you doing?" you ask disappointedly. When he doesn't answer, you feel shameful, wondering what you'd done wrong. "Oppa... What did I do wrong? Just tell me..."
"What are you rambling about, yebo? You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just looking for your lube. Do you have any? I don't see any in your dresser," he replies, still looking. Surely you had some, he thought.
"Why would I need lube? I'm a virgin, oppa. I don't even use lube when I'm on my own, so I never bought any."
He sighs in reply to this. "So innocent... I may have some in my jeans..." he thinks, searching his pockets. He pulls out a condom and a pocket-sized bottle of lube. "Since I'm slightly older than you, my body is larger. You're also pretty small on your own, so I would guess that we're gonna need this," he waves the bottle in the air pointedly, "if I'm going to make you as minimally sore as possible."
Somehow, the way he explained this situation to you made you blush as well as a little horny. Not only was he going to make love to you, but he was going to be touching you in ways you'd never think of in a million years. He stripped down to just his boxers, a vaguely noticeable darker area around the front of his underwear, a small amount of evidence of pre-come. You also stripped yourself of your skinny-jeans, although you hated to admit you had more than just a little pool of wetness in your panties. You scoot back on the bed, allowing for a little bit of room between your legs for easy access at the edge of the bed. Jin walks over to you lathering lube onto two of his large fingers. He looks at you with a look of concern. "This will hurt a little, since my fingers are considerably larger than yours, but I'll try to go as slow as possible," he warns, slipping his fingers inside you slowly, already stretching your walls. You bite your lip from the mix of pleasure and pain inside you. You lean up some so you can catch a glimpse of his face while he's giving you the utmost pleasure at this moment. You do not expect to see what is before your eyes, giving a double take. Sure enough, he is trying to compare the width of his cock to his fingers. Wait... when did he take off his boxers? You decide not to worry about when his underwear had been discarded, but rather how big his member is. Three fingers wide! You had thought two was a lot for the size of his hands. You dropped your head back on the bed, almost fainting, imagining the pain to come. He looks up at you, realizing what you had just seen. His eyes widen in concern before he finds his voice, trying to comfort you. "Oh, [y/n]. It's alright. I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm going to have to add another finger if I'm going to prepare you correctly. Are you okay with that?"
"...Y-yes," you whisper, allowing him to slip another finger inside you. This causes much more pain than you had expected, resulting in you grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and whimpering in response. You could have sworn he was sticking more than three fingers in your hole. You knew he had large hands, but it felt like he was pumping his entire fist into your vagina.
"I know, I know. It hurts, Mianhae. Saranghae, Jagi," he comforts you once more as the pain reduces. Jin reaches his free hand up to intertwine his fingers with yours. After a few more pumps of his arm, you begin to feel a bit of pleasure.
"O-okay... I think I'm ready," you say breathlessly. He looks up at you, seeing the pleasure in your expression. Jin smirks at this, changing the mood from cautious and caring to something closer to sexy and heated. He pulls his fingers out of you for the last time, placing them up to his face and licking them of the wet substance. Immediately after, he leans over you, placing a hand next to your head on the bed for support. He kisses you with need in his lips-- not to mention an odd taste which no doubt came from your wetness. You hated to say it, but this turned you on, pulling him closer to you by one of his broad shoulders. Continuing to kiss him, you entwined your fingers in his hair, pulling on the strands lightly to tease him. Seokjin pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath and looking at you teasingly.
"We gonna do this or what? After all that, do you think you're ready?" his tone is mocking and challenging.
"Don't test me, Kim," you joke, allowing him to get off of you. He takes the condom he'd pulled out of his pants earlier and slips it over his length. Once again, he lathers himself with lube, trying to minimize friction as much as possible. Jin walks back over to you, picking you up and moving you closer to the head of the bed so he has more room to lay. As his member reaches your entrance, you gasp.
"Jesus, [y/n]!" he exclaims in disbelief. "I haven't even gotten inside yet and your already falling apart," he teases. You blush at his words. Somehow they made you feel inexperienced and naive-- which you were, but you didn't want to admit it.
He slips inside, slowly, painfully, and carefully. You let out a loud cry, a mix of love, pleasure, and extreme pain. He trembles above you at your intoxicating noise. Seokjin slowly begins to pull most of the way out of you, then back in at a rate that makes your walls pulse, now with a pleasurable pressure.
"God, [y/n]. You're so tight it hurts."
"I'm sorry," you whisper with a trace of shame in your tone. He leans down to you, his face centimeters from yours. He kisses you roughly, growling into your lips. He pulls away, looking at you with mischief in his gaze.
"Don't apologize for being perfect. It's actually a turn-on for me. I love the thought that I'm filling you up so easily. Your walls pulsing in on me, almost resisting... It's quite sexy," he explains. You'd be damned if it didn't make you hornier than you already were. He pushes into you a little easier this time, his pace still quite slow, almost teasing.
"Your description would be just the slightest bit hotter if you changed 'filling me up' to pounding down on me," you suggest with a huskiness in your voice. In that moment, you both were thinking something very similar.

'I had no idea she/he could be so adorable and cute, but still have such an alluring dark side.'
He follows your hidden request almost immediately after thinking this, pulling out slowly, re-positioning himself so he can move easier. Jin gives you a quick glance before quickly pushing into you as hard as he can. You immediately let out a loud cry of his name.
"Nnngghh... Seokjin!" He pounds into you with just as much force a few more times before you come with an intoxicating enough noise for him to follow you over the edge. Jin rides out his orgasm as you both are overcome with a heavy sense of exhaustion. His arms and legs give out and he falls on top of you softly, still snugly buried inside you. You both lay there in silence for a few minutes, catching your breath.
"That was amazing, Jin. I love you."
"I love you, too. Trust me, that was just as fun for me as it was for you, if not more. But I did promise you a good birthday present, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but you didn't say anything about it being the best, most exhilarating night of my life." He laughs at this.
"I believe you're underestimating my capabilities, yebo. I intend to make our next time just as good, if not better." You smile in love and amazement before replying.
"I can't believe you. You're such a weirdo."
"But I'm your weirdo. Happy birthday, babe." You smile at him, giving him a peck on the lips. Sometimes you were amazed at just how perfect your boyfriend could be.