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Your breathing stutters when he drags a calloused thumb over your lips, parting them slightly. You lick experimentally, tongue flicking over the tip of his finger, gaze never parting from his. Seokjin’s eyes darken as your pretty mouth envelopes his digit to the fist knuckle, a groan rumbles in his chest when you begin to suck.

Hesitantly, you take him deeper, testing the waters further by dragging your teeth gently against the ridges of his thumb. You take his silence as a silent encouragement to continue, so you close your eyes and fill your mouth with the taste of his skin, sucking and licking the tender flesh greedily to inform him of your skill set.

“Fuck,” he utters quietly when you leave his thumb with a pop.

Your hand circles his wrist and you trail your tongue from the base of his index finger to the tip before doing the same to his middle finger. He brings the two digits together and with a curse, he pushes past your plush lips and into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue slightly as he tries to remain unaffected. You spy the quick rise and fall of his chest; the tint in his skin turning a shade of crimson; and the tenting in his pants. All he needs is one more push.

You give the same treatment to the crowd in your mouth, moaning quietly while staring up into his obsidian gaze. Seokjin closes his eyes at vibrations from your voice, a shiver running down his spine.

When his digits are thoroughly coated with your saliva, you pull back, letting a trail of slick dribble from your lips and drop to your cleavage. Seokjin’s eyes travel south instantly.

With a smirk, you close the distance between your bodies, pressing your chests together. Standing on your tiptoes, you bring your lips close to his ear as you whisper, “They say bassists have the best fingering technique. Why don’t you prove that theory for me?”

Seokjin goes rigid, muscles locking in place; breathing shallow. His dark eyes trail over your eager figure, who’s currently laving at the spot under his jaw. Your saliva still coats his fingers and your perfume wafts into his nose every time he inhales. He shouldn’t want you, not when you’re the lead singer’s precious younger sister, but with every swipe of your tongue against his skin, it becomes harder for him to compose himself.

With shaky hands he pulls you away, fully intending to dismiss your advances. But it’s your eyes, blinking at him in confusion, that finally causes him to succumb to his desires.

His breath tickles your face as he murmurs quietly, lips only inches away from yours, “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“I do, I want you.”

When you crash your lips on his, time resumes. There’s a pounding in your head as Seokjin pulls you into his embrace by your waist; his large hands kneading your hips, making you moan. The kiss turns messier, hungrier, as your tongues swipe at each other, grunts tumbling past his lips and into your mouth. Seokjin mutters your name, his hand coming up to rake through your tresses as he pushes you back into the wall. He grinds his pelvis on your thighs and now it’s your turn to shiver, feeling his length through the thick material of his jeans. Your own hands claw desperately at his white linen shirt, begging him to take it off with breathy ‘please’s in between kisses.

Seokjin parts from you to fulfill your request, tearing off his shirt to fling it behind him. He lets you ogle for a few seconds before he chases your lips, kissing the length of your jaw before nibbling gently on the delicate skin of your neck.

“Mmh—” you gasp, matching his clothed thrusts with your own. “Fuck, can’t take it anymore.”

“Patience,” he mumbles into your skin, lifting your own shirt up and tossing it onto the steadily growing pile.

Your skin burns where his calloused fingers touch; your body coming alive with every caress. Seokjin splays his hand on your stomach, chuckling quietly when you whine. Detaching from your neck, he returns to your lips, distracting you for a moment while he unhooks your bra and soon, his large hands palm your tits, kneading them gently.

Mind is abuzz with pleasure, coherence slips away as you mewl his name in half-syllables, barely able to open your eyes. When his fingers pinch your nipples, you secure your grip on his shoulders; knees threatening to buckle. As he grinds harder; kneeling slightly so he could drag his erection over your centre, you fail to keep your voice in check, panting loudly while your fingernails leave half-moon indents on his skin.

“Like that—fuck, Jin, please…” you beg, resting your forehead against his. Your half-lidded eyes focus on his swollen lips, thinking about how good it would feel to have him between your thighs. But, your impatience wins over every time your cunt clenches around nothing and now you want nothing more than for him to fuck you against the wall.

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” he chuckles, punctuating his sentence by pinching and rolling your nipples.

“God… fuck me already.”

“I thought you wanted me to prove a theory?”

The cockiness in his voice makes you want to push him away, but that would get you nowhere, so you bite down the scathing remark and drag your fingernails down his chest instead, leaving pretty red marks on his alabaster skin in your wake. The action earns you a satisfying grunt from Seokjin and it’s your turn to smirk at him, relishing in the tiny victory.

“Fucking brat,” he mutters, glowering down at you. “Turn around.”

You comply to his request, adding a few turns of your hips to tease him further. Seokjin clicks his tongue in disappointment, tugging your shorts and panties down to pool at your ankles before landing a sharp smack across your left cheek. Your head tips back involuntarily, a whimper leaving your lips as he does it again. Arousal drips down your thighs with every spank and your fingers scratch uselessly on the empty walls, having found no purchase to hold you steady. He soothes the burn with a few gentle strokes of his palm, humming in approval when you arch your back, pushing your ass further into his hand.

Seokjin presses his chest to your back, caging you in. His hand on your ass trails lower to trace slowly along the outside of your cunt and he lets out a quiet ‘Oh?’ upon discovering your dampness. You whine and protest, bucking your hips to chase any amount of friction for relief, but he feigns ignorance, torturing you with barely there touches.

“Jin, fuck, need you inside me. Come on,” you beg, embarrassed by your own high pitch tone so laced with need.

“What’s the magic word?” he teases, sliding his palm over your clit.

You tremble at the contact, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. “Please.”

“Good girl.”

Gradually, Seokjin pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, stroking the velvet walls by the curl of his fingers. Your mouth hangs open, captured in a silent moan as he begins thrusting languidly inside, grunting every time you clench around his fingers.

You’re so focused at the feeling of his fingers that it takes a second for you to register that he’s talking. “…hypothesis?” is all you catch. Angling your head, you ask him to repeat what he says only for Seokjin to remove his fingers completely from your cunt. You start to protest, but it’s cut short when he sinks three of his digits inside, causing you to choke as your words turn into a long, drawn out moan.

“Too fucked out to listen, hm?” Seokjin jeers. Your scalp tingles when his empty hand pulls your head back with a firm grip on your hair, exposing the length of your throat. “Fine then, this baby is clearly too dumb to coherently speak anyway.”

His pace is brutal as he slams his fingers repeatedly into your sopping cunt, the wet sounds echoing in the room along with groans of his name. Seokjin releases your hair to deliver a couple spanks across your ass before swiping circles on your clit. Every time he sinks his digits, your head swims and with each passing second, your thighs shake harder in an effort to keep yourself upright.

“Gonna— fuck!”

“Yeah? Cum on these fingers you love so much? God, I can’t waitto fill this pussy,” Seokjin taunts, keeping his pace until you’re crying his name loudly in a hoarse voice.

The orgasm leaves you breathless, wave after wave threatening to knock you over while he prolongs the pleasure. Goosebumps rise all over your skin and his name is the only thing your chant as you come down from the high, head foggy with pleasure that makes it impossible to keep your eyes open. You’re still trembling slightly as Seokjin kisses your shoulder, licking a random stripe on your neck before nibbling gently.

“Satisfied?” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other rubs soothing circles on your hips.

“Not… yet,” you reply breathlessly, pressing your sore ass to grind against his erection.

You feel the rumble of his laughter from your back and the clinking of his belt hitting the floor. Seokjin removes himself from your back to shrug his pants off, a thin sheen of sweat coating his toned chest. Stroking his length a few times, he angles the head on your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts.

You whimpers grow louder as he continues, pleas and begs falling carelessly from your lips as you rut against his cock. When he’s finally had enough of his own teasing, he sinks into you slowly, shuddering when your walls engulf his girth in an intoxicating grip.

“Fuuuck—” he moans with you. “You feel so fucking good.”

It’s sweet of him to resist the urge to slam immediately into your cunt, but you’re not so patient, groaning as you fuck yourself into his length. Seokjin understood quickly and the languid thrusts he started with increased in tempo, his hips slapping loudly against your ass as he pounds you into the wall.

“Shit—choke me,” you rasp, fully giving in to your desires.

Seokjin doesn’t question it, immediately wrapping his beautiful fingers around the base of your neck, squeezing lightly to test out the waters.

“More—ah, right there!” you cry when the head of his cock brushes against the spongey walls of your g-spot.

He growls as he increases his speed, deliberately angling his strokes to abuse the spot while constricting your air flow until your vision is spotty with white. It isn’t long before you feel the electric current of an impending orgasm; the goosebumps resurfacing on your skin as your head begins to swim with pleasure. Seokjin’s hand that grips your waist snake around to play with your clit, swiping in tandem with his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight—shit—” Seokjin grunts, releasing your throat to grab at your hips again, fingers digging into your skin.

You didn’t have time to warn him when the second orgasm crashes into you and all you manage is a sharp howl of his name as you screw your eyes shut and grit your teeth, trembling violently under his continued pace.

The sensation of your walls constricting around him was enough to send him into his own orgasm and with a last roll of his hips against your battered cunt, he spills his seed inside with a moan of your name, chest flushed against your back as his hips stutter to a complete stop. You’re both breathing heavy, skin sticking together with a layer of sweat before you pull yourself away, the room suffocating with heat.

After you’re fully clothed and cleaned up, you crash onto the couch with a heavy sigh, heart still hammering in your chest when you think of the events of the night. Seokjin sits next to you, dragging your body close to his so you can rest your head on his wide shoulders.

“Did I prove it?” he smirks, kissing your head. “Your theory, I mean.”

You snicker, shoving him lightly with your shoulder as you intertwine your fingers into his hands, relishing at the drag of his calloused thumb over your knuckles. “Yeah, bass players are definitely the best.”

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“Joon?” He’s quiet, walking up to you, grabbing you by the waist, and hiking you up to sit on the counter. Grabbing your knees, he spreads them apart so he can stand as close as possible, his crotch rubbing directly against your scantily clothed slit. You’re surprised to feel that he’s already hardening in his pants, arms straining against the counter as he kisses you suddenly. Grasping your ankles gently, he bends your knees upwards and places them on the counter before bringing his hand down to run his fingers up and down the length of your slit. He hums a little into the kiss as he grabs the waist of your panties, tells you to raise your ass, and pulls them off.

“Spread your legs wider baby. Come on.” You do so, not daring to tease him, opening up completely for him to gaze at. He groans, bringing his hands up to properly spread your folds. He drops to his knees and dives in almost instantly, tongue dipping into your dampening core. He’s messy about it, practically devouring you, thick lips and tongue touching you all over. You whine loudly at the feeling of his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking.

“Mhmm such a sweet fucking pussy.” Namjoon comes up for air, lips covered in your wetness as he licks at them. He starts to take his shirt off and you do the same, leaving yourself completely bare for him, nipples hardening as they meet the air of the room. He doesn’t stop there though, pulling down his sweats to let his cock spring free. You smirk internally, unsurprised that he chose not to wear underwear today. It was pretty obvious with how noticeable his dick print was. He moves to stand closer to you again and grabs his cock before slapping it against your slit a few times.

“Gonna let me fuck you babygirl? Gonna take my cock?” Namjoon runs the head of his dick over your slit, slowly trailing it up and down and leaving you breathless as he bumps against your sensitive clit. He’s being the ultimate tease, which is surprising considering how insatiable he was earlier.

“Yeah Joon, want your cock so bad baby. Please fuck me…” He doesn’t waste any time after hearing the desperateness in your voice, cock sinking into your sopping pussy. His pace is brutal from the get-go, his hips slapping against your thighs as he thrusts frantically into you. It’s clear to you instantly how worked up he really is, and you can do nothing but lean back and take it as he fucks into you. Gripping at the counter, the room is filled with your moans and his loud grunts. It’s pretty clear that he desperately needs this, so you hold on for the ride and enjoy the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against your walls.

He grabs you again then, telling you to wrap your legs around his waist. You do so and he hoists you up and carries you over to the couch, dick still buried deep inside of you. He brings you both down onto the couch and picks up immediately from where he left off, cock driving deep into your wet heat. You would probably be embarrassed with how loud you were being if you weren’t completely clouded by the pleasure you’re feeling.

“Like how my fat cock feels in your tight little cunt baby?” You nod your head, eyes rolling back as he brings down his hand to play with your clit. There’s no way you’re going to last at this point, not with the added stimulation. Grabbing desperately at his shoulders, you tell him you’re going to cum if he keeps up his pace. He smirks a little, ignoring the feeling of your nails digging into his skin before he leans in and pecks your lips. It’s all too much, with him draped over you it’s like he’s taking entirely over your senses.

“Yeah? Cum then, cum all over daddy’s cock.” The coil snaps then and you cum, practically screaming as you release all over him. He groans in return, keeping up his breakneck pace and driving into your sensitive pussy without abandon. He cums not long after, face buried into your neck as you feel him release inside of you, thick spurts of cum flooding your pussy. The room is filled with panting, and you giggle breathlessly as he pulls back, eyes still hot with desire but also affection.