ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~The one where they need to spice up their sex lives (KSJ)~

🌺Y'all Jin so FINE omg.... Sorry ignore me.

  "Yah, what's wrong?" Jin demanded at last, getting fed up with his wife's lack of participation in their ordeal.

  Ingrid sighs, wrapping her hands around his neck tightly, "Jin," he meets her eyes, which wasn't something he did very often when they were intimate and especially not when he was buried into her. "Remember that time back in college?" She asked.

  He drops his head, groaning at the thought, "I thought we agreed not to talk about that again!" He started to argue.

  "No, but really! Sure you were a little over-ambitious... " Really, Jin had been extremely horny at that time, being stressed from school and hormonal wasn't a good combination to have. It was kind of - definitely - his fault why Ingrid physically couldn't move from bed for at least three days. Even after that she was waddling around for another day or three. He felt his face growing even hotter, though not from his arousal, rather his utter embarrassment. After putting Ingrid in that position he vowed never to be that rough with her again, and so far it worked for them splendidly.

  "...It's just that, I kind of missed it lately...."

  Well, he guessed he was fucking wrong. No pun intended.

   Jin sits up and hovers over his wife as he tries to make sense of what she was trying to tell him. "I don't think I'm understanding, Jagiya. Could you elaborate?"

  Ingrid sighs and chews her plump bottom limp, and be damned if Jin wasn't more than slightly distracted by it. She shrugged beneath him, "I dunno... I just kinda miss seeing stars like that one time, you know? Don't you?"

  Maybe there have been a few occasions where he wished he could just go as hard as he wanted to, but he was always conscious of the fact that Ingrid deserved to enjoy it too. And it wasn't fair for him to just go as hard as possible, especially if she would be so debilitated afterward. Words can't describe the immense guilt he felt when she was unable to even so much as stand straight that morning after.

  "I dunno, Innie..."

  "I can handle it!" She defended, and he teasingly raised a brow at her, earning a firm slap to his bare shoulder. "Really, I can! C'mon, Jinnie. Please?" She pulled the cute face, where she batted her lashes and puffed her cheeks out a little - dammit, she'd stolen his signature pout, and she managed to be better at it than he was. Even considering the heated sexual atmosphere that should be going against her cute demeanor entirely.

  He groaned as he rolled his eyes, pretending not to be amused at her. She pulls herself up, her thighs fastening tightly on his waist as she hoists herself upright, bouncing eagerly. "Please, Jin? Just this once? Then we can go back to the boring- I mean usual stuff."

  "Yah! I'm not boring!" he defended, trying to concentrate, though it was hard when she was pressed to him so tightly, pretty much locked in place. Her breasts jiggling with her every bounce, not to mention the bliss he was feeling from her frustrated bouncing. He sighs to himself, gripping her back, only to be snapped out of it abruptly. He wasn't aware, but his eyes were starting to roll back at the bliss.

Ingrid grabbed his face, smushing his cheeks together so that his lips were puckered out. "Don't you let go yet. Come on, Jin, I mean it. Let's try something different." She insisted, and even stopped bouncing, just at his peak, too.

  Jin grunts in frustration, sighing and meeting her eyes through hooded lids. "Fine. What did you have in mind?"

  She bites her lip again, suddenly getting coy. Jin scoffs in amusement, wondering how she stirred up the audacity to act shy after she just edged him like it was nothing. "Well.... Ever since I was a teenager I've kinda always wanted to..." Her voice dropped to a meek whisper, and her fingers fumbled on the nape of his neck. Jin stares at her expectantly. " ... Do it on a countertop." She rushed the words out.

  Jin blinked, staring at his wife in disbelief. His wife? The Ingrid Noir-Kim wanted to have sex on a countertop? He could hardly recognize her.

  "Please don't tell me this is some kind of prank. I'm not getting punk'd am I? Cuz that would really put a stain on my status."

  Ingrid giggles at his goofiness, slapping his chest this time, "Seriously, Jin. I've had fantasies about it since I was 18, I've just always kind of kept it a secret. It's kinda embarrassing." The look on his face told her to elaborate again. Ingrid rolls her eyes and sighs, unphased by his sudden grip on her behind as he pulled her even closer. "It just seems like a sex scene you see in movies or something. Completely unrealistic, you know?"

  Sure, he'll give her that. But he still had one concern on his mind, "You weren't thinking of doing it in the kitchen, were you? Because I was planning on making some dumplings, earlier, and-" another slap to his chest stopped his rambling, though for the first time in the conversation, Jin seemed completely serious.

  "Hell no. I'm not that nasty. Cooking would never be the same again after that." She replied, cringing at the thought of it. Jin was glad that they were on the same page, at least.

  He turns his head towards their master bathroom, and a smirk grew on her face as she caught on to his quick thinking. She yelped as he got up suddenly, carrying her over to the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind them though it was completely unnecessary.

  "Have you been working out?" She asked as she was set down gently on the counter, Jin somehow having managed to grab Ingrid's shower towel and laying it beneath her. He never missed a beat when it came to precautions.

  "Finally, you noticed. They've only been bulging this whole time." Jin muttered sarcastically, feeling her briefly squeeze his biceps and purr with satisfaction.

  She hugs him closely, melting into his body as he started to move. At first it was a bit awkward, but eventually his wife's moans were filling up the bathroom, echoing considering how spacious it was. And though he doubted it, Jin really hoped they hadn't left a window open.

  Ingrid was enjoying herself far more than he thought she would, she harmonized another slew of moans as her hips spasmed into his, Jin winced when her nails dug into his back, as she'd never clawed at him like that before. Needless to say, he was startled - hell, could you blame him? He was naked and afraid - at least momentarily afraid.

  "Yah! What the hell am I? A scratching post?" He scolded, unable to help his fond smile as she giggled, sinking her head into the crook of his neck. She grips his broad shoulders tightly. He feels his body start to spasm and does his best to maintain control as long as he can, but eventually he slipped into that heated bliss he'd been waiting for.

  The both of them pant for a few minutes, just leaning on and gripping one another as they slowly recovered. Their grace period after the fact was always rather peaceful.

  Ingrid lifts her head from his neck, "That was..." She huffs as she tries to catch her breath. "the best orgasm I've ever had. We should experiment more often."

  "Won't you be really sore tomorrow?" Jin worried, that guilt settling in again, he wasn't sure if he could bare to see his wife bed-ridden again because of their heated encounter.

  "Yeah, but, I think I'll be able to handle it better this time. Don't worry, baby," She leans up and presses a loving smooch to his lips, Jin sighing as they pulled away from each other slowly. "Thank you." She sang lightly.

  "For what?"

  "For worrying about me. And not being afraid of trying something new with me. Even if you didn't want to." She muttered, gently lowering herself to the floor and following him into the shower.

🌺 Just a short little excerpt for fun. What'd y'all think? Should I write more like it? More Jingrid? Lemme know!