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You first saw Seokjin at the campus bar during your second semester of undergrad. You couldn’t miss him really, and you wondered what kept you from noticing him for these past 4 months.
He was tall, dark, and handsome in the way that the puberty Gods allowed his boyish good looks to pair well with his budding manhood. Although a freshman, he carried himself like he owned the place… you were sure he was a virgin. A wallflower like yourself could pick up on details like that. People watching was your skill. But his strategy was to walk as if he could lay pipe in pursuit of an actual job and within the week your pretty sure he found employment. His aura shifted drastically from someone who had confidence to someone who was cocky as fuck. If it were any other man, this would have been a major turn-off for you, but, with Seokjin it only intrigued you.
You never actually met him during the time you were in school together, although you had mutual aquaintances and often attended the same parties and events, you never actually said “Hello” once. You weren’t sure if he even knew you existed let alone what your name was.
But you knew him… and almost every woman he took home with him.
Yup, Kim Seokjin had become a classic, bonified fuckboi and was proud of it. You didn’t judge him for it either. Hell, if you looked that good and had half the charm he held in his pinky, you probably would too.
Seokjin had become your guilty pleasure – like a cheesy, weekly sitcom you watched religiously but never told anyone about. Your heart skipped a beat watching every head turn to watch him as he sashayed into a room; you’d mentally high-five yourself every time you guessed correctly which woman at the party became his next target; you’d cringe if he went for the direct approach when she was clearly someone who wanted to be teased or romanced; and, you bit the innards of your mouth in gleeful, sexual frustration every time he’d take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to whatever frat boy’s innocent bystander of a bedroom. That was the hook at the end of the show that kept you tuning in again next week. The in between episode thoughts of what it would be like to be that woman.
Was his between the sheets game as good as his sweet talk? Was his cock as big as his ego? Could those long, masculine fingers stroke you as deliberately as they flirted with a woman’s waist? You wanted to know so badly; you craved him more than anyone you had actually met. At the end of each night – after he left with some target that was anyone but you – you too would slip into the dark night and make your way home, crawl into your empty bed and slip your hand down your panties as you fantasized about what he was doing to her right now.
Beyond the thoughts of what his sculpted body could do to you, the one thing you wanted most was to put him in his place. Strangers saw you as shy, meek and pure, simply because you preferred hanging out along the wall rather than brave the dance floor – but for those who had been with you knew that wasn’t the case. You wanted to show Seokjin that. You knew if you could get him into your bed just once, you would be able to squeeze him just right until he begged for mercy.
To say he had a new woman every night would be an exaggeration. Seokjin did find time for the occasional “relationship.” Every few months or so, more frequently in later years, you’d see him hand-in-hand with the same woman for weeks on end, but none seemed to last more than a semester.
As time passed, you saw less and less of him. Even when you were both completing your masters and the herd at parties had thinned. Part of it was you did in fact have a life outside of him and for a long while were busy with school, work, and relationships of your own. But if too much time passed between sightings, you would find him creeping into your thoughts which sometimes cause your hand to reach for a battery powered object from your nightstand.
After university was over, you spotted him a handful of times around the city, noting that he too was gainfully employed and still living there, but the days of being at the same campus bar or college house party were over… That is until tonight.
Somehow, through your brother, a friend and your friends’ sister – details weren’t important - you found yourself in a time warp back at an old, maze of a house you faintly remember being at back in your senior days.
Somethings never change, you thought to yourself as you scanned the room remembering what it was like when you were apart of this demographic. The Lofts you think you used to call it, but really it was just a series of abandoned office spaces converted into various rooms mostly dedicated to sleeping and drinking activities. There were no windows - you were pretty sure today’s municipal codes would never allow this to operate as a residential rental – but between the swirling disco and strobe lights against the soundtrack of the latest indie “it” music, the environment was quite sexy. It made you think of Seokjin and how you used to marvel at how club lights would cut against the definition of his face. Or that time you watched him dance with that girl in the shorts. Her behind pressed into his groin, and each time the strobe light flashed you could see where the pads of his fingers travelled. From her outer thighs; to her inner thighs; to pulling up the hem of her shorts just enough so they would dance along the crux of her ass; to her hips; to slip gently under her shirt; to slip slightly into her waistband. You smiled as you remember how hard you came that night when you were imagining it was his hands doing that to you.
You spent most of the night, as usual, hanging out along the perimeter of amatory party goers, chatting with the occasional student and outsider such as yourself. One such grad student had taken a particular interest in you. At first you weren’t interested, but as the night continued and the drinks flowed you found him to be slowly winning you over. It had been a while since your last hook up which was a bit of a mess since it was in the rebound to your last relationship. Now clearer headed and in control, you found yourself thinking a brief fling with this stranger might not be such a terrible idea. You maybe weren’t an uninhibited university student anymore, but that didn’t mean your desire for easy sex wasn’t still on the table every now and again.
As the moment arrived for the ceremonial asking of the phone number, that’s when he arrived. Seokjin.
In many ways he had changed. He was taller. His jawline sharper. Hair black and styled off his face rather than falling roughly int his eyes. His clothing had become more sophisticated. Instead of a graphic t-shirt and blue denim, he wore a black collared shirt with some sort of gold flecked pattern across it. It was unbuttoned just enough to expose how broad his chest and shoulders had become. He had somehow become more handsome and even more sexy in the time since you last saw him. But somethings hadn’t changed. He still turned heads when he entered the room and you could see the men and women of the party begin to whisper to each other as they ogled him from their various corners, discussing which one was going to make their move first and who was going to be the winner.
Trophies often go to the boldest, and sure enough, a beautiful young woman – likely still in the middle of her education – made her way towards him. You watched it happen as she cut his path and caught his attention. He gave her a flirty smile as he stuck out his hand to shake it. His life may have morphed into one of adulting but he still “had it” and he knew it.
You didn’t try very hard to pretend as if you weren’t watching him as Mr. Grad tried to recapture your attention. You couldn’t help it, really. Seokjin for you was the unrequited ghost of your past and he was standing right here in this room with you. You felt the familiar tingle between your thighs begin as all the past thoughts you had of him came flooding back. If only he had noticed you all those years ago… he was dangerous, not something to get to close to, but you knew how good you would have been for him had he just been able to see beyond the dancefloor to the girl standing on the other side of it.
As if by some force he could hear your thoughts, his eyes wandered off the woman who was standing in front of him and landed onto you. You didn’t dart your eyes away as you normally would have had someone caught you staring at them. Instead, the corner of your mouth pulled up and you smiled. He too returned a knowing smile. The woman turned her head and looked in your direction, trying to find whatever had pulled Seokjin’s interest away from her.
“Someone you know?” came the voice of Mr. Grad from beside you. Obviously, he too had noticed the interaction.
“Just a ghost,” you said draining the rest of your drink. Seokjin’s eyes snapped to the man you were speaking too.
“I’m empty, can I get you another?” he asked twirling his red solo cup around.
“I think I’m good for now, actually, but thank-you.” You thought for a second that he wasn’t going to leave your side but his youthful lust for alcohol won him over. As he made his way through to the kitchen, you looked back up to where Seokjin had been standing. He was still there, chatting away to the pretty woman – but this time, unlike every other time you’d seen him, his eyes would wander back up to look at you. He noticed you for sure, and you think he may have even recognized you.
After a moment or two, he placed his hand on her arm and you could tell he was bidding her a “see you around” type farewell. Then, he turned towards you and made his way across the room.
It was as if time slowed, like in a movie when a beautiful man enters a room and some cheesy song plays in the background. Only this time, the music was sexy, and Seokjin walked unaware that everyone was watching him because he was only focused on you. When he got to you, the sexual tension between the two of you became palpable.
“I think it’s about time we met, don’t you?” he spoke first.
“I think so,” you smirked and looked up at him through your lashes.
“What’s your name?” he asked as he took your hand to greet you. You paused for a minute. You had imagined this first encounter many times over this past near decade – which fantasy was it that you wanted to play out?
You stepped towards him, closing the gap between you and he tilted his chin as if he was aroused by the intrusion. You licked your tongue across your teeth and brought your lips mere inches from his and whispered, “Don’t worry about it.”
You twisted your fingers through his and led him away from the party and towards the bedrooms.
Inside some unknown’s bedroom, you walked him back against the door, reaching across him to flip the lock - being sure to invade his space and let your body speak clearly of your intention.
“You’re very forward,” he spoke calmly, but you could hear the gravel in his throat begin to build. You were turning him on.
“Is that going to be a problem?” you asked as you pulled at the lapel of your blazer and let the fabric fall off your shoulders and pool onto the ground behind you. Seokjin took an audible breath as he looked over the expanse of flesh your tiny tank now revealed.
“No,” he said as he reached up to stroke the length of your neck with his fingers. Before he could reach you though, you lifted your arm and lightly swatted away his hand. Fuckboi like him was used to having everything he wanted when he wanted it. Tonight, you were in charge and he was going to have to work for it. His expression became one of surprise but quickly shifted into something more salacious. He searched your eyes for a moment, and you stared back confidently – he liked that.
“I just never expected a little wallflower like yourself to be so… self-assured.”
You drew your index finger along the line of buttons on his shirt, deciding exactly how you were going to tackle them. He watched you intently, you could feel it. It excited you to have his full attention.
You started with the first button, releasing another inch of his chest, then move to the second, you decided to take a little longer to unfasten this one. By the third you could hear his breath quicken and you looked up to meet his eyes that had been watching every move you made. He reached for your hips. He was probably going to pull you close to him and kiss you – but, once again, you swatted them away. This likely would be your only night with Seokjin, so when you finally let those hands on you, you wanted them to need you like it was a matter of life or death. Seokjin’s body shuffled in frustration, and you couldn’t help the grin that formed.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked.
“Aren’t you?” you batted your eye lashes teasingly at him.
“What’s your name?” he whispered.
You placed a soft, wet kiss over the skin of his chest, and he sighed. You placed another over his collarbone, then led a trail up his neck and across his jaw to the sweet spot behind his ear.
“Why do you want to know my name so badly?” you asked as your tongue played with the shell of his ear. Before he could respond, you reached down and stroked his shaft over his pants.
“Mmm,” he groaned at the unpredicted contact. “I can’t remember the question… ngh!” you stroked him again. “Let me touch you.”
“I’m right here, baby. If you want to touch me, then touch me.” You pulled again. Seokjin tried once more to grab your hips and once again you swatted his hands away. His expression showed both is frustration and confusion, but it darkened as he saw the wry grin decorating your face. He knew what game you were playing.
With one swift motion he grabbed a hold of you and swung you around. Your back hit the door with a thud and you found your hips pinned between his and the solid wood.
“Is this okay?” he asked, gruffly. You bit down on your lip as you nodded, almost too excited to have him manhandle you a little bit. He noticed your elation and scoffed once before his hands began to trail their way under your shirt and up your sides.
“Put your hands above your head,” he whispered, and you felt his breath fan across your face. You thought for a moment he intended to take off your shirt, but instead hands came to rest over your ribcage. You gasped slightly as you felt the pads of his thumbs find their way to your nipples and brush over them.
“Lace?” he admired.
“Green,” you responded. “Emerald green. Would you like to see?” With that he peeled your shirt off of you and his fingers began to dance along the hem of your bra.
“Does this have panties to go with it?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wearing them now?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.” You dropped your arms and he took a step back to watch you. You unbutton and unzipped the fly of your black sequined shorts and hooked your thumbs into the waistband. So many times had you envisioned undressing yourself in front of him. Between the way he licked his lips and the way he palmed himself watching you, the live version was proving to be incredibly more satisfying.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Now take them off.” But you didn’t. His time to call the shots was over. It was now time to be sure he remembered you even if he still didn’t know your name.
“Show me yours first.” He cocked his eyebrow at you. You knew it. He wasn’t one who was used to taking orders. But, nonetheless, he complied. When he was stripped down to his boxers, you stepped forward and decided now was the time to revel in his Adonis form. You stretched your fingers across his carved chest and looked down over his toned abdominals. You of course noticed the anaconda growing beneath the fabric below his hips. I guess he is as cocky as he is cocky, you quipped to yourself.
“What is it?” he asked, noticing you giggling to yourself.
“Nothing,” you replied. “It doesn’t matter.” He opened his mouth to protest but before he could speak you reached up and pulled his face down to yours. Your lips finally met for the first time. It was better than anything you had imagined. He kissed you firmly, but not rough, and not too sensually either. His hands travelled down your body until they cupped your bottom and pulled you further into him. You gasped into the kiss and he pulled your lower lip between his teeth. If his lip play was this good, you couldn’t wait until you learned what he could do with his tongue. You slipped yours into his mouth and he received it with a gracious moan. As the muscles folded themselves around each other, he backed you up against the door once again.
Soon after that his hand found his way down the front of your panties.
“Ahh!” you let out as he expertly found your clit with no issue. This wasn’t how you planned this dance to go – you were going to be on your knees giving him memorable head, but when he slipped one of his long, strong digits inside of you, you lost all direction.
“Mmm,” you purred as he began to slip easily up and down your chamber. Seokjin came prepared as well. He knew exactly when you were ready for him to slide a second finger into you, and precisely how to stimulate your clit at the same time.
“Oh, God!” you gushed as he thrusted hard into you, nearly lifting you off the floor as he did. His fingers flapped inside of you and you felt a fire beginning to build behind your navel. Trying to capture any semblance of sanity, your head bowed forward and rested on his shoulder and he fucked you. Your hands clung to his biceps in leu of anything else to hold. “Fuck!” you cried out again as he found your g-spot.
“Wallflower, look at me. I want to see you as I fuck you,” he said as he clamped his fingers over your sweet spot once again. You let out a cry you were sure would have been heard over the music in the other room. But you couldn’t release yourself from his shoulder. You weren’t sure if you had any control over your body anymore.
Seokjin released your grip on one of his arms and pinned it beside your head against the door – leaving you no choice but to detach and stare him back. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t been touched properly in so long, or perhaps it was because it was the man who still haunted you was the one touching you – or both – but you were unravelling quickly. A microgasm ricocheted through your pelvis and torso and you let out a whimper as a fresh wave of arousal dripped over his wrist still pumping in and out of you.
“That’s a sweet sound you make,” he said as he lifted his drenched fingers and brought them to your lips. Of course, he was the kind of guy to have a come play kink, but luckily, so did you. You wrapped your fingers around his hand and seductively pulled his sticky digits into your mouth. He pulled his lip between his teeth as you did. “I can’t wait to hear you come.” It was good to know that fuckboi got off on getting his bedfellows off.
When you had finished cleaning his fingers with your mouth, your lips and tongue made their way to his wrist; then up his arm to his chest; then south across his torso until you were face to face reading the words “Hugo Boss” across the waistband of his underwear. Actually, you could only read “Boss”… Seokjin curved right, apparently.
You slipped your fingers into “Boss” and pulled the elastic over his hips. His manhood sprung free the way a jack-in-the-box would; you were sure he’s probably taken out an eye or two in his day.
You took your time, teasing every inch of skin between his knees to his waist except for the part he wanted. Each time you’d move as if you were going to finally slip his cock into your mouth, you’d look up at him sweetly and see how his eyes begged that this time be the time that you did.
“Fuck, Wallflower,” his body betrayed him and pulled his spine taunt and turned his face to the sky. He pressed the heals of his hands into his eyes before running them through his hair as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, please.”
“You want me to put your dick in my mouth?” you toyed.
“Yesss,” he hissed.
“You clean?”
“Yes.”
“Then I will…” you tilted your head and said with a smirk “…when I want to.” He groaned and pressed his hands into the door. You found his pent-up sexual frustration arousing and it made you feel powerful and perhaps vindicated - it was almost payback for all the time you wasted on thoughts of him over these past years.
When you decided he had enough and you finally took him into your mouth, his hips bucked and he nearly choked. You pulled out every trick you knew until you found the ones he liked the most. In terms of sensation, he liked it the most when you used both hands on his shaft and kept your tongue and mouth working over his tip. Visually, he liked it the most when you took him as deep into your throat as you could.
His breath became shallow, and his limbs tremored more frequently. His orgasm was building and you wanted to let him come, but not today – not when this may be the only chance you’d get to have his dick inside you. You pulled back and he looked down at you.
“Do you have a condom?” you asked.
“I’m clean if that’s what you’re worried about. Tested just a few weeks ago.”
“Good. I’m both clean and medicated.”
“So, we’re good then?” he reached down and helped you up off your knees before wrapping a strong arm around your waist.
“We’re good,” you said with a kiss before you stepped back from him. “Now get on the bed.”
His eyes narrowed in amusement. He knew what you meant. You wanted him to walk over like a good soldier who knows how to take orders. But, who did you think you were and who did you think you were playing with? He considered what was the best way to subvert you.
In a flash, he grabbed a hold of you and swung you up into his arms. You let out a yelp and laughed as he carried you across the room to the bed. When you got there, he tossed you onto it and your body bounced on the mattress. He kneeled on the bed and began to crawl towards you. You crawled backwards away from him. He reached for your ankle and you pulled it away. It was as if you lit a match over gasoline. His eyes flared in rogue delight and before you knew it, he had roughly gripped a hold of your ankle then dragged you a few feet down the bed until you were pinned beneath him.
“You’re really testing my patience, Wallflower,” he growled, but his expression was one of delight.
“I think you like it, baby,” you taunted him. You could feel his cock over your womanhood. You rotated your hips to tease him but you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your throat as you did.
“I fucking love it.” He reached down between your bodies and took his cock in his hand. “Help me,” he whispered. You too reached down and helped guide his tip to your entrance. You realized you couldn’t remember at which point in the night he had managed to strip you of your panties. He press forward, and you felt him slowly fill you up.
“Ugh,” you gasped as he conquered another inch. He was thick, and he knew it - which was fortunate since you needed a moment to stretch out before he tried to sink deeper into you.
“Are you okay?” he asked when he was finally balls deep in you.
“Yes,” you nodded. “Just give me a minute, then start slow.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips to yours. “Take your time,” he whispered. Turns out fuckboi was considerate too.
You two made out for a minute or so until you told him you were ready. As instructed, he started off slow, slipping in and out of you with patience until he could do so with ease and you were demanding that he fuck you harder. He didn’t waste any time hooking your ankle over his shoulder and drilling into you. The new angle hit you were you needed it and you almost gave yourself up and cried out his name. It was everything and more that you imagine. The way your body spread to accommodate him and the way he filled you up felt so perfect. Once again, you felt your orgasm begin to build, but you weren’t ready for this to be over.
“Roll over,” you demanded. For a moment he looked as if he wasn’t going to, but in the end, he slipped out of you and did as you said. You climbed on top of him and guided him into you once again.
“Nghhh,” you moaned as you looked to the sky. Who knew the feeling of being impaled on Seokjin’s dick would feel this good? You took a moment to savour the sensation. Seokjin caressed your thighs lightly as you did. His eyes never left your face; he enjoyed seeing you glowing with desire because of him.
You began your motions, bouncing on and off him he held you under your bottom to help you. When your legs began to cramp you grinded yourself into him. He liked it most when your clit found his pelvis and he could see how much pleasure it brought you. I love watching you fuck yourself on my dick, was what he had said.
Without warning, his orgasm hit him fast and it hit him hard. You didn’t see it coming but neither did he. Without warning his muscles contracted and you found yourself nearly lifted off the bed by his hips stretching up and into you. His mouth fell open and you felt his come begin to drip out of you. You did your best to ride him through it and drain him of anything he had left to give.
“Fuck… sorry…” he panted when it was over. “I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay,” you smiled. It was. Even though you hadn’t come, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride by the way you made a man like him come prematurely. You climbed off of him and scooted over to the end of the bed.
“Wait,” he grabbed a hold of your wrist. You looked back at him. His eyes were closed and his chest heaved slightly. He looked as if he was about to fall asleep.
“I’m gonna…”
“I said wait,” he interrupted you. You did. For probably only a matter of seconds but with his semen dripping out of you, it felt longer wanting to get yourself to a bathroom and quickly as possible.
Then you found yourself face down on the mattress. Seokjin had come back to life and wasn’t done with you yet.
He pulled your hips to the sky and his mouth found your core. You were impressed he was willing to taste himself in pursuit of making you come. It was pleasant, but it was no longer enough. You needed something stiffer, more pressure. He figured that out. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your back flush against his chest. His other hand slid down your torso and pulled at your core.
“Ahh, that’s it,” you keened. For the second time this hour, Seokjin fucked you with his hand. He was a master of his craft and soon you found yourself at his mercy. Your hand reached back and grabbed a fist full of his hair while his lips nibbled and kissed your cheek and neck. You grinded your hips back into his cock – you couldn’t help it. He must’ve still been sensitive, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was focused on you.
“You gonna come for me, Wallflower?” he growled in your ear. You wanted to, and your body clearly wanted to too. With another maneuver of his fingers and the heel of his hand, you came undone and cried out to God. He was sure to keep pumping you as you did, elongating your release and your cries until you grasped his wrist when the oversensitivity hit you.
He released his hold and you collapsed forward onto the bed, boneless and spent, humming as your muscles began to relax in the post-orgasm bliss. Seokjin crawled up the length of your body and reached down to brush your hair off your shoulder.
“Why don’t we blow this party and go back to my place?” he whispered into your ear before placing a kiss on your shoulder.
“Mmm, why do we need to do that?” He kissed you between the shoulder blades and made his way down your spine, taking a moment to place a long, hot kiss against your sensitive skin.
“Because I want to make you come with my dick. Once for penance,” he kissed the base of your spine. “And a second time because I want too.”
“That sounds nice, but I can’t,” you said as you motioned to sit up.
“Please,” he pleaded as he held you by the arm. You looked at him, and he looked a little dejected. Although he had probably left a many a women in this way, it still hurt your sensibilities to be so cold.
“Not tonight. I have to be up early in the morning. Maybe next time.” His face softened slightly at the prospect that there may be a next time.
“Tell me your name.”
You smiled. “Maybe next time.” You got up from the bed and began to fumble around the room trying to pick up your clothes and belongings and pull yourself back together.
Entertained, Seokjin rolled onto his back, propped his arm behind his head and watched you do so. You caught his gaze every once in a while and it made you blush a little to have him still looking at you so hungrily.
“Y/N,” he spoke as you began to pull your blazer back on. You turned around sharply to look at him. He looked smug as hell but you couldn’t hide your amusement. He did know your name. He had just been playing as if he hadn’t this whole time. You wondered for how long he did. “Can I at least have your phone number?”
“Well, Seokjin,” you raised an eyebrow at him, acknowledging that you too knew who he was. His smile widened and you chucked his pants at him. “If you really want my number, you’re resourceful. You can get it somehow.”
“You’re really trying to make me work for it, huh?”
“It’s all apart of the fun,” you leaned over him and gave him one last, long kiss. Perhaps you shouldn’t have. It was tempting to cancel your non-existent plans and take him up on his offer to go home with him. But the plan from the start had been to make fuckboi Seokjin work for it. So, you were resolved in leaving. “I’ll see you around,” you said before you snuck out of the room.
You barely made it ten feet down the long hall before your phone began to vibrate. You pulled it from your pocket and took a look to find a message from an unknown number.
12:39am Unknown: hey wallflower
12:39am Unknown: I got your number
You looked back at the bedroom door to see if Seokjin was watching you. He wasn’t. He must’ve still been in the bedroom, which means he must’ve had your number sometime before you two slept together.
12:40 Unknown: I’ll call you tomorrow - it’s Jin btw