BTS: I Got You, Baby Girl (girls!Rapmon/Jin)
Title: I Got You, Baby Girl
Pairing: (girls)Rap Monster/Jin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: fem!Bangtan, smut, dirty talk, non-penetrative fingering
Word Count: 1764
Summary: Seokjin looks forward to any alone time she can get with Namjoon.
Author's Note: My first rated BTS fic, and it's fem!bangtan. Anyone whose familiar with my work in other fandoms won't be surprised, lol. After some deliberation, I decided not to change the anyone's names to fit their gender.
Seokjin can feel her smile start to falter under Hoseok's suspicious stare, hoping that nothing in her expression is giving her away.
"Please, Hobi?" She pleads, slightly jutting her lower lip out.
Hoseok rolls her eyes, sighing, but nods her head none the less. "Fine, Unnie. I'll take the kids with me."
Seokjin fights the urge to cheer, reaching for her purse that she intentionally left on the kitchen table. "You can film a segment of Hope on the Street for V app, if you want. And here, I'll give you some money to take the kids out to eat afterwards."
"You mean you're bribing me to get everyone out of the dorm so you can have your way with our poor unsuspecting leader," Hoseok returns, smiling mischievously. "But I'll play along if it means you and Joonie stop eye-fucking each other every time you two are in the same room." She laughs as she bounds away, just barely escaping from where Seokjin was preparing to hit her on the arm.
"Yah," Seokjin chokes, cheeks flushing. "You make it sound like she's some kind of innocent virgin I'm about to corrupt. We've both seen what she keeps on her laptop, and innocent is not one way to describe Namjoon."
"If you say so, Unnie." Hoseok winks cheekily, turning towards the living room. "Hey, anyone want to film an episode of Hope on the Street with me?"
Seokjin hears some scrambling, along with enthusiastic shouts from Bangtan's youngest members. It's a clutter of rushing girls at that point, Jimin and Taehyung wanting to change their outfits first. While waiting, she turns back to Hoseok.
"Hey, so Yoongi's still at the company, working on her compositions. Do you mind . . ." Seokjin trails off, smiling hopefully.
Hoseok snorts, "Yeah, yeah, I'll text her. You owe me after this, Unnie."
Jeongguk looks between the two with brows furrowed, clearly thinking something through before her face turns pink. "Unnie," she whines, unable to get more out when Jimin and Taehyung grab hold of her arm and start to drag her out of the dorm. Before completely disappearing, the group's maknae manages to catch the doorway long enough to stick her head in and say, "Just, please, leave my bed alone, Unnie."
Seokjin chokes, watching as Jeongguk's face reddens before the door shuts firmly. Well then, she muses, it appears as though everyone knew what was going on. Namjoon won't be pleased if she finds out.
Oh well, it's not like Seokjin could change anything. What's done is done. Instead she makes her way for Namjoon and Jeongguk's room, smiling pleasantly when she notices the open door.
Namjoon is sitting against the headboard of her bed, nose buried in one of her many philosophy books. Her long legs are stretched out in front of her, clad in a pair of tight black yoga pants, crossed at the ankles. She's wearing a large mint green sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder, revealing the straps of her black bra. Her bleach blonde hair is pulled back in a messy french braid that Jimin had put together that morning, wispy fly-away hairs framing her face. She looks stunning to Seokjin, who knocks quietly on the door to alert the other of her presence.
When Namjoon looks up, she smiles widely, dimples forming on both cheeks. "Hey, Unnie" she greets, putting the book down on her lap. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much." Seokjin wanders into the room, sitting down next to Namjoon so she can curl up into her side. "Hobi just took the kids to the studio, they're going to film an episode of Hope on the Street."
Namjoon laughs, sliding an arm around Seokjin's broad shoulders. "Is that what the commotion was just about? I saw Jimin and Taehyung rush down the hallway, but they were gone before I could ask."
"Yeah, it's been awhile since Hobi featured anyone on the segment, so all three seemed excited to go." Seokjin scoots even closer to rest her head on Namjoon's shoulder, smiling up at her girlfriend.
"You know, Joonie, this means were all alone," she hums.
"Is that so?" Namjoon asks, brows raised.
"Mm hm, Yoongi's at the studio composing at the moment. That, and I may have bribed Hobi with money to take the kids out for food after filming."
Instead of looking surprised, Namjoon's expression is amused. "Oh? Any particular reason why you would do that? Kicking our poor band members out of the dorm?"
Seokjin frowns playfully. "You know exactly why I did that." She ghosts her hand across Namjoon's belly, moving one finger at a time, until she can rest her hand above the younger girl's bellybutton. When Namjoon's pupil's flicker briefly, Seokjin feels a curl of satisfaction burn in her chest.
"Yeah?" Namjoon's voice lowers, starting to sound more breathy.
"Please?" Seokjin asks, staring directly into Namjoon's eyes. She slides her hand a little further down, reaching underneath the green sweatshirt to play with the hem of the other girl's pants.
"Okay," Namjoon whispers, leaning down to connect their lips together in a sweet kiss.
Seokjin has always enjoyed the way Namjoon's lips press against hers, soft and pillowy compared to her own thin mouth. Her girlfriend taste likes the peach lip balm she's always using, sweet and tangy, and Seokjin hums pleasantly as she tilts her head to the side and puts more pressure into their lip lock. From this close, Seokjin can smell Namjoon's fruity shampoo, a scent that she's learned to associate with Namjoon only. It causes the heady sensation in the chest to grow, arousal burning even deeper within her.
When she finally decides to slip her hand beneath Namjoon's pants, Seokjin gently licks her way into the other girl's mouth at the same time. Namjoon tastes faintly of the teokkbokki they had for lunch, just enough for Seokjin to identify, but not enough to be overpowering. It does nothing to distract the older from her mission, sliding her hand down both Namjoon's pants and underwear to cup the warm flesh beneath.
Namjoon moans into her mouth, hips jerking up at the touch. Seokjin marvels at how soft and warm Namjoon is under her fingers, as the digits glide in wide circles around her clit. She keeps this up for a few moments, before pressing a bit firmer, searching for the sensitive spot just left of Namjoon's clit. It's no secret when she finds it, Namjoon's breath hitching against her mouth, hips pressing forward aggressively.
"Feel good, baby?" Seokjin teases against Namjoon's lips.
"Hnnn, shit," Namjoon barely gets out. "Fuck, yes, Unnie. Pleaseeee."
Seokjin chuckles, but complies none the less. As soon as her finger moves across that sensitive spot again, she pauses to instead tap a gentle rhythm with her forefinger. The reaction is instantaneous, Namjoon breaking away from her mouth to tilt her head back and groan, neck bared to Seokjin.
"Oh? Does my baby girl like that?" she asks, knowing exactly how much Namjoon is enjoying this. When Namjoon growls at her, playfully of course, she switches back to rubbing circles, only this time much smaller ones so she's touching Namjoon's clit directly.
By this point, Namjoon has started becoming wet, slick forming at her entrance which Seokjin gathers. It makes the slide of her fingers easier, easing some of the rough friction. Namjoon seems to appreciate this, based on the pleased groan she gives, the sound vibrating through her neck where Seokjin is currently gently sucking (but not hard enough to leave any marks, heaven knows what the make-up unnies would do if Bangtan's leader showed up at a schedule covered in hickeys).
"Are you getting close? Are you going to come for your Unnie? Hmmm, baby girl?"
Namjoon shudders beneath her, head nodding frantically. "So close, Unnie," she whines back, tone becoming more high pitched.
"Yeah? Gonna come all over me? Drench my hand?"
Fingers suddenly tangle in Seokjin's black hair, tugging just enough to be painful. It's a sign that Namjoon is close, and Seokjin is ready to push her over the edge.
She switches to a firm motion, rubbing Namjoon's clit back and fourth. Namjoon hiccups underneath her, hips stuttering forward.
"Go ahead, baby girl, come for me."
Just as ordered, Namjoon's back arches forward dramatically, body tensing as she comes. Thick thighs trap Seokjin's hand, and she watches as her girlfriend heaves in desperate breaths before wilting into the sheets beneath her, body completely lax.
While Namjoon is recovering, Seokjin removes her hands to suck the fingers into her mouth. The benefit of being on a strict diet as a result of being an idol, means that Namjoon tastes slightly sweet amongst the earthy flavor. However, the taste only serves to remind her of how aroused she still is, having not reached climax herself.
Without much thought, she pulls herself away from Namjoon's side and flings a leg between the other girls. Once she's settled on a firm thigh, she looks up at Namjoon with a tilted head.
"I wanna ride your thigh, is that okay?" she asks.
Namjoon moans, wetting her lips, and reaches up to hold onto her hips. "Go for it."
Seokjin starts with a gentle rocking motion, knowing that it's not going to take long to get herself off. Between watching Namjoon fall apart, and now feeling the way her lacy panties rub just right against her intimately, it's only moments before Seokjin feels pleasure shooting up her spine.
Coming has always made Seokjin feel a little fuzzy-headed, like she just woke up from a most disorientating nap, skin tingling pleasantly. If she drags her orgasm out long enough, her vision will even become fuzzy for a short period of time.
Slouching down on top of Namjoon, Seokjin sighs contently. Namjoon returns the sentiment by gently brushing her hair away from her face.
"Nap time?" Namjoon jokes, smiling widely when Seokjin opens her eyes long enough to shoot her a pleading look. "Nap time it is then."
She stops speaking, but Seokjin can tell that she was something more she wants to say. Looking up, she sees Namjoon looking at her inquisitively.
"Yes?"
"Just out of curiosity, but how long did you bribe the others members into staying away from the dorm?" she questions.
Seokjin chuckles, "Long enough so that when we wake up, we have time for round two."
Namjoon chokes, "Round two?"
"Yeah, baby, I really want to eat you out later."
Namjoon groans, head turning to the side. "I'm gonna die."
Seokjin smiles sweetly, "But what a way to go?"
Pairing: (girls)Rap Monster/Jin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: fem!Bangtan, smut, dirty talk, non-penetrative fingering
Word Count: 1764
Summary: Seokjin looks forward to any alone time she can get with Namjoon.
Author's Note: My first rated BTS fic, and it's fem!bangtan. Anyone whose familiar with my work in other fandoms won't be surprised, lol. After some deliberation, I decided not to change the anyone's names to fit their gender.
Seokjin can feel her smile start to falter under Hoseok's suspicious stare, hoping that nothing in her expression is giving her away.
"Please, Hobi?" She pleads, slightly jutting her lower lip out.
Hoseok rolls her eyes, sighing, but nods her head none the less. "Fine, Unnie. I'll take the kids with me."
Seokjin fights the urge to cheer, reaching for her purse that she intentionally left on the kitchen table. "You can film a segment of Hope on the Street for V app, if you want. And here, I'll give you some money to take the kids out to eat afterwards."
"You mean you're bribing me to get everyone out of the dorm so you can have your way with our poor unsuspecting leader," Hoseok returns, smiling mischievously. "But I'll play along if it means you and Joonie stop eye-fucking each other every time you two are in the same room." She laughs as she bounds away, just barely escaping from where Seokjin was preparing to hit her on the arm.
"Yah," Seokjin chokes, cheeks flushing. "You make it sound like she's some kind of innocent virgin I'm about to corrupt. We've both seen what she keeps on her laptop, and innocent is not one way to describe Namjoon."
"If you say so, Unnie." Hoseok winks cheekily, turning towards the living room. "Hey, anyone want to film an episode of Hope on the Street with me?"
Seokjin hears some scrambling, along with enthusiastic shouts from Bangtan's youngest members. It's a clutter of rushing girls at that point, Jimin and Taehyung wanting to change their outfits first. While waiting, she turns back to Hoseok.
"Hey, so Yoongi's still at the company, working on her compositions. Do you mind . . ." Seokjin trails off, smiling hopefully.
Hoseok snorts, "Yeah, yeah, I'll text her. You owe me after this, Unnie."
Jeongguk looks between the two with brows furrowed, clearly thinking something through before her face turns pink. "Unnie," she whines, unable to get more out when Jimin and Taehyung grab hold of her arm and start to drag her out of the dorm. Before completely disappearing, the group's maknae manages to catch the doorway long enough to stick her head in and say, "Just, please, leave my bed alone, Unnie."
Seokjin chokes, watching as Jeongguk's face reddens before the door shuts firmly. Well then, she muses, it appears as though everyone knew what was going on. Namjoon won't be pleased if she finds out.
Oh well, it's not like Seokjin could change anything. What's done is done. Instead she makes her way for Namjoon and Jeongguk's room, smiling pleasantly when she notices the open door.
Namjoon is sitting against the headboard of her bed, nose buried in one of her many philosophy books. Her long legs are stretched out in front of her, clad in a pair of tight black yoga pants, crossed at the ankles. She's wearing a large mint green sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder, revealing the straps of her black bra. Her bleach blonde hair is pulled back in a messy french braid that Jimin had put together that morning, wispy fly-away hairs framing her face. She looks stunning to Seokjin, who knocks quietly on the door to alert the other of her presence.
When Namjoon looks up, she smiles widely, dimples forming on both cheeks. "Hey, Unnie" she greets, putting the book down on her lap. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much." Seokjin wanders into the room, sitting down next to Namjoon so she can curl up into her side. "Hobi just took the kids to the studio, they're going to film an episode of Hope on the Street."
Namjoon laughs, sliding an arm around Seokjin's broad shoulders. "Is that what the commotion was just about? I saw Jimin and Taehyung rush down the hallway, but they were gone before I could ask."
"Yeah, it's been awhile since Hobi featured anyone on the segment, so all three seemed excited to go." Seokjin scoots even closer to rest her head on Namjoon's shoulder, smiling up at her girlfriend.
"You know, Joonie, this means were all alone," she hums.
"Is that so?" Namjoon asks, brows raised.
"Mm hm, Yoongi's at the studio composing at the moment. That, and I may have bribed Hobi with money to take the kids out for food after filming."
Instead of looking surprised, Namjoon's expression is amused. "Oh? Any particular reason why you would do that? Kicking our poor band members out of the dorm?"
Seokjin frowns playfully. "You know exactly why I did that." She ghosts her hand across Namjoon's belly, moving one finger at a time, until she can rest her hand above the younger girl's bellybutton. When Namjoon's pupil's flicker briefly, Seokjin feels a curl of satisfaction burn in her chest.
"Yeah?" Namjoon's voice lowers, starting to sound more breathy.
"Please?" Seokjin asks, staring directly into Namjoon's eyes. She slides her hand a little further down, reaching underneath the green sweatshirt to play with the hem of the other girl's pants.
"Okay," Namjoon whispers, leaning down to connect their lips together in a sweet kiss.
Seokjin has always enjoyed the way Namjoon's lips press against hers, soft and pillowy compared to her own thin mouth. Her girlfriend taste likes the peach lip balm she's always using, sweet and tangy, and Seokjin hums pleasantly as she tilts her head to the side and puts more pressure into their lip lock. From this close, Seokjin can smell Namjoon's fruity shampoo, a scent that she's learned to associate with Namjoon only. It causes the heady sensation in the chest to grow, arousal burning even deeper within her.
When she finally decides to slip her hand beneath Namjoon's pants, Seokjin gently licks her way into the other girl's mouth at the same time. Namjoon tastes faintly of the teokkbokki they had for lunch, just enough for Seokjin to identify, but not enough to be overpowering. It does nothing to distract the older from her mission, sliding her hand down both Namjoon's pants and underwear to cup the warm flesh beneath.
Namjoon moans into her mouth, hips jerking up at the touch. Seokjin marvels at how soft and warm Namjoon is under her fingers, as the digits glide in wide circles around her clit. She keeps this up for a few moments, before pressing a bit firmer, searching for the sensitive spot just left of Namjoon's clit. It's no secret when she finds it, Namjoon's breath hitching against her mouth, hips pressing forward aggressively.
"Feel good, baby?" Seokjin teases against Namjoon's lips.
"Hnnn, shit," Namjoon barely gets out. "Fuck, yes, Unnie. Pleaseeee."
Seokjin chuckles, but complies none the less. As soon as her finger moves across that sensitive spot again, she pauses to instead tap a gentle rhythm with her forefinger. The reaction is instantaneous, Namjoon breaking away from her mouth to tilt her head back and groan, neck bared to Seokjin.
"Oh? Does my baby girl like that?" she asks, knowing exactly how much Namjoon is enjoying this. When Namjoon growls at her, playfully of course, she switches back to rubbing circles, only this time much smaller ones so she's touching Namjoon's clit directly.
By this point, Namjoon has started becoming wet, slick forming at her entrance which Seokjin gathers. It makes the slide of her fingers easier, easing some of the rough friction. Namjoon seems to appreciate this, based on the pleased groan she gives, the sound vibrating through her neck where Seokjin is currently gently sucking (but not hard enough to leave any marks, heaven knows what the make-up unnies would do if Bangtan's leader showed up at a schedule covered in hickeys).
"Are you getting close? Are you going to come for your Unnie? Hmmm, baby girl?"
Namjoon shudders beneath her, head nodding frantically. "So close, Unnie," she whines back, tone becoming more high pitched.
"Yeah? Gonna come all over me? Drench my hand?"
Fingers suddenly tangle in Seokjin's black hair, tugging just enough to be painful. It's a sign that Namjoon is close, and Seokjin is ready to push her over the edge.
She switches to a firm motion, rubbing Namjoon's clit back and fourth. Namjoon hiccups underneath her, hips stuttering forward.
"Go ahead, baby girl, come for me."
Just as ordered, Namjoon's back arches forward dramatically, body tensing as she comes. Thick thighs trap Seokjin's hand, and she watches as her girlfriend heaves in desperate breaths before wilting into the sheets beneath her, body completely lax.
While Namjoon is recovering, Seokjin removes her hands to suck the fingers into her mouth. The benefit of being on a strict diet as a result of being an idol, means that Namjoon tastes slightly sweet amongst the earthy flavor. However, the taste only serves to remind her of how aroused she still is, having not reached climax herself.
Without much thought, she pulls herself away from Namjoon's side and flings a leg between the other girls. Once she's settled on a firm thigh, she looks up at Namjoon with a tilted head.
"I wanna ride your thigh, is that okay?" she asks.
Namjoon moans, wetting her lips, and reaches up to hold onto her hips. "Go for it."
Seokjin starts with a gentle rocking motion, knowing that it's not going to take long to get herself off. Between watching Namjoon fall apart, and now feeling the way her lacy panties rub just right against her intimately, it's only moments before Seokjin feels pleasure shooting up her spine.
Coming has always made Seokjin feel a little fuzzy-headed, like she just woke up from a most disorientating nap, skin tingling pleasantly. If she drags her orgasm out long enough, her vision will even become fuzzy for a short period of time.
Slouching down on top of Namjoon, Seokjin sighs contently. Namjoon returns the sentiment by gently brushing her hair away from her face.
"Nap time?" Namjoon jokes, smiling widely when Seokjin opens her eyes long enough to shoot her a pleading look. "Nap time it is then."
She stops speaking, but Seokjin can tell that she was something more she wants to say. Looking up, she sees Namjoon looking at her inquisitively.
"Yes?"
"Just out of curiosity, but how long did you bribe the others members into staying away from the dorm?" she questions.
Seokjin chuckles, "Long enough so that when we wake up, we have time for round two."
Namjoon chokes, "Round two?"
"Yeah, baby, I really want to eat you out later."
Namjoon groans, head turning to the side. "I'm gonna die."
Seokjin smiles sweetly, "But what a way to go?"