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jongbross · 9 months

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don't even think about other things (kim jongin x f!reader)

pairing: kim jongin x f!reader word count: 821 genre: smut warnings: mature content, p in v, riding, cursing, dirty talk?, jongin being the best boyfriend in the world a/n: wrote this some while ago. hope you all like it <3

“i got you”, jongin whispered in your ear, licking his lips before kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. you moaned at his actions.

goddamn right he did. his promise to make you oblivion to all the shit that was going on in your life? he kept it. he told you he would make you feel good, cry and shake inside his arms while fucking you so good you would even forget your own name - and he did, all of it. his arms were holding you close, pushing you down to his lap as your legs straddled him. even though you were on top of him, he still had the upper hand; jongin was still the one dictading all of your moves.

his main goal was to make you forget everything you complained about earlier. your job was overwhelming you? your boss was being an asshole? your family asked way more than what you could do for them? don’t worry, he got you. he said he would, so he did.

jongin bit your shoulder while squeezing your ass in both hands, heavenly breathing when you moaned at his touch. he looked at you, lustful eyes burning your skin as his gaze went all around your face, collarbones, chest and breasts. damn, you were so beautiful.

“i love you”, he said without even thinking, lips making their way down the valley of your breasts, sucking everything they came in touch with.

you whined, both hands holding the back of jongin’s neck and scratching his skin, making him moan against your skin.

he couldn’t wait anymore. one of his hands let go of you, stroking his length as his grip on your waist got stronger, a silent cue for you to align your entrance. and so you did it, slowly pushing your hips down, sinking on him and taking in the sight of jongin moaning, head threw back, veins on his throat popped up.

you closed your eyes, letting go of everything and relaxing your entire body. every single muscle gave in, flat as the sensation of being filled up by jongin became too much to you. he felt you shaking, and instantly wrapped both of his arms around you again, pulling you closer to his chest.

jongin’s movements started so lightly, so careful. he bucked his hips up over and over, thrusting into you with such a teasing pace - and you didn’t need no teasing.

“baby, please…”, you whined. you pressed your body harder against his own, burying your face into his neck. “harder.”

he groaned at your words, hands now caressing your waist before grabbing it, fingers sinking on your skin. jongin started to thrust deeper, harder, faster. every time he got out and into you again you made a new sound, breathing hot against his skin, nails holding his shoulders for dear life.

your mind went blank. there was not a single problem in this world that could distract you from that moment, not a single person could make you not focus on jongin. you made a mental note to thank him later - for being so good at fucking you, so good at taking care of you; for cheerishing you, putting your well being on top of his own. for being the best partner you could ever ask for.

“look at me”, he whispered to you.

the moment you did, jongin sighed at the sight of you. he didn’t waste a single moment, locking his lips to yours and moaning against them. his movements somehow increased, fingers starting to stick to your sweaty skin. he let you take control over the kiss, deciding whether you wanted slow or fast, hard or soft.

you only broke to kiss to loudly moan jongin’s name, throwing your head back as you felt him hit your sweet spot. jongin looked at you, eyes piercing through your soul. he slid one of his hands to between your bodies, fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to make their magic upon you.

“baby…”, you managed to say.

“shhh, i got you”, he repeated. “cum for me.”

his words gave you the cue, as you came hard and loudly, whining his name over and over again, feeling the best sensation in the world washing over you. in any other moment, any other day, you would do your best to make him cum too, to feel him either inside you or all over your stomach; but tonight, you were feeling selfish enough to only care about your own pleasure.

jongin didn’t mind though. he smiled while watching you cum, movements becoming sloppier to match the way your body relaxed against him. when you sighed, laying on top of him and slightly chuckling, his smile got wider.

“you okay?”, jongin asked, after a few moments.

“i love you”, was all you could manage to reply. “i love you so much.”

you heard jongin giggling. he loved you too.

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justwritedreams · 6 months

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Sin | Jongin

Idol!Jongin x Reader

Word count: 2.344

Genre: fluff, slight angst, smut.

Author: maari

Warnings: MDNI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Explict words and filthy studio sex, oral (fem receiving), sex without condom (don't do this at home), heartbroken Sehun 😞.

Note: WELL i'm proud of this one and I won't even going to deny it lol My stories with Kai are usually short so I don't fall in love with him BYE

Request: I have something we’re he’s at the studio with his s/o and they make out and end up having sex and one of the boys walks in on the (who are you pick had a crush on y/n) and gets mad because he told Kai he liked her and they argue but y/n tells x that she’s only interested in Kai

⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N was trying to control her smile as her body moved on its own to the beat that sounded through the studio's speakers.

"What do you think?" Jongin asked, after the preview he played for her ended.

She looked at him, smiling proudly.

“It’s different from what you’ve done before, but it’s your vibe.”

Jongin sighed, relieved. He closed the file on the computer and turned completely to face her.

“I wanted to try new things for this album.”

“You did it, I'm sure everyone will love it as much as I love it.” she winked at him, seeing him smirk.

"Thanks for being here." he got up from the chair and sat next to her on the couch, his shoulder lightly touching hers. "Means a lot."

Y/N tried to hide her huge smile while feeling the butterflies in her stomach, that's why, unable to think of what to say, she just put her hair behind her ear, looking away a little shyly.

“Well, it’s not like I can deny you anything.” she confessed, wetting her lips with her own tongue and looking back at him.

Jongin kept his eyes fixed on her, raising an eyebrow.

"Anything?" he asked, interested and she narrowed her eyes without understanding what was going on in his head. “So if I tell you that it wasn’t for nothing that I asked you to come here.”

Jongin then brought his body even closer, cornering Y/N between the couch and his strong chest. All she did was take a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Jongin's dark iris.

“I would tell you that I already imagined it.” she replied quietly, without any strength.

He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and hadn't even truly touched her.

That was enough to make her tremble all over.

Not when the heat of his body covered hers so deliciously.

Y/N saw Jongin smile widely before projecting his torso forward and bringing his face to hers so that their lips met in a slow sensual dance, just like the rhythm of the preview he had played earlier.

One of his hands went to her cheek while Y/N's trembling hands went to his chest, even though it was covered by the sweater he was wearing, she felt his heart beating quickly in her palm.

The kiss that was enough to take all of Y/N's breath away was broken by Jongin as he pressed their foreheads together. When she felt his penetrating gaze on her, she opened her eyes to find complicity there. Something that made her legs feel wobbly, as always did when she was with him.

They hadn’t yet described what type of relationship they had, they were together in secret. Nobody knew they were making out in empty hallways or in each other's houses.

It was a mutual agreement, after all, what no one knew, no one ruined, but that didn't mean that the feeling wouldn't grow because Y/N was sure that with each touch Jongin made, she fell in love even faster and deeper.

She knew that trying to stop this from happening was impossible since Jongin was addictive. It was like that the first day they met and it was still like that every time they kissed.

He began another kiss, this time faster, as their tongues met again and their hands were no longer so shy, they roamed each other's bodies.

Her neck was already marked and wet from his devoted kisses on her skin when he started to lift her blouse, making her body and also her pussy combust.

Y/N imagined it would just be another make out session they would have, her fire seemed to complete Jongin's and they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but it wasn't like that tonight.

Involved by the preview played earlier, the atmosphere in the studio became much more sensual after the kisses, which no longer seemed to be enough.

Mainly because he was between her legs when she started to take off the piece of clothing, which she promptly helped him do, considering that she wouldn't be crazy enough to stop his caresses.

His big, warm hands found her breasts and she sighed loudly, feeling her belly squirm inwardly as her panties were soaked.

Jongin had that power over her, his kisses were enough to make her go out of orbit. And he knew it, so much so that his nimble fingers promptly took off the bra she was wearing and his mouth found her breasts, giving the same attention to the hot flesh that his lips and tongue gave to Y/N's mouth.

For her, controlling the moans was an impossible task that she knew she had no control over, that's why she let the studio be filled with her sounds of pure pleasure as her hips tried to rub against Jongin's.

But he was too far away and his intentions were different at that moment, Y/N felt her whole body shiver when he lightly bit the skin of her navel and his fingers found the button of her pants.

She helped him, a little clumsily, to take off her pants and he knelt on the floor, staring at the white panties she was wearing with pure thirst, his fixed eyes made her pussy tremble, yearning for what was to come.

Her panties suffered the same fate as her clothes and her eyes rolled and closed when his finger found your throbbing clit.

Her hips rolled against his hand of their own accord and he approved, starting to move at a pace so slow that it bordered on torture.

Y/N's mouth was already dry and open, her moans were more constant and when she opened her eyes again she saw Jongin bringing his face closer to her pussy.

She trembled from head to toe before feeling his lips against her hot, wet flesh, he placed a soft kiss before extending his tongue out and closing his eyes to eat her like a starved caveman.

Y/N's hand went to his hair, squeezing the strands between her fingers as she felt his wet tongue mix against her own juice that dripped from her pussy, she moaned his name over and over as it was the only thing that her brain could remember at that moment.

His tongue was precise, he knew exactly what to do and how to make her reach orgasm, he alternated between her clitoris and her hot entrance, and he murmured in approval as he felt her inner muscles contract every time he fucked her with the tongue.

But Y/N closed her legs against his face when Jongin kept his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked quickly at her entrance, going back and forth in such a delicious movement that it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time that night.

She tried to take deep breaths as she spasmed and he drank all the juice she had released.

When their hungry eyes met, Jongin's clothes were quickly removed so that Y/N's slender hands could find his hard cock, she stroked it slowly and managed to elicit a few low moans from him. She wanted to make him as ready and thirsty as she was, and she was prepared to do it with her mouth before he stopped her.

"I need you now." He pleaded and she smiled mischievously.

Jongin sat on the couch and Y/N positioned herself on his lap, he directed his dick to her entrance and the moment their eyes met again, he made her sit hard.

Y/N moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her hands resting on his shoulders as Jongin squeezed her waist with a force that would probably leave marks.

She felt his dick pulsating inside her and without being able to control her desire, she began to move.

Moans, the sound of their skin slapping together, everything was so erotic and so right that it made Y/N feel dizzy.

He moved at the same pace, feeling her hot inside and tight enough for him to bite his own lip.

He helped her keep the rhythm but it didn't seem enough, it had to be faster, so he helped her move up and down on his dick and the sounds began to echo around the studio in perfect synchronization as her nails dug into his skin.

“You take my cock so well.”

"Fuck."

Throwing her head back, she hugged him around the neck and he held her more tighter around the waist, getting up from the sofa so he could lean her against the wall. Y/N hugged his waist with her legs and their position made him enter deeper into her pussy, this time not only moans came out but also screams of pleasure.

Jongin thrust hard and deep, he went fast and Y/N felt her new orgasm form in her womb as her skin shivered and her toes trembled with excitement.

"Look at me. I want to face you while you cum on my cock.“ He placed a hand on her chin and made her look him in the eyes, without having the strength to look away.

He then took his hand off her face and brought it to her clitoris, where he made circular movements, making her scream even more and feel her whole body shake as the orgasm came strong.

“Babe…” she whispered, weak and breathless.

Seeing her so intoxicated as her cum dripped out, Jongin continued his thrusts until his body shook and his own orgasm came with force.

He moaned softly and buried his face in the back of her neck as they tried to catch their lost breath.

“If I had known this was the kind of thing you wanted to do with me in the studio, I would have come sooner.” she said, laughing and caressing the back of Jongin's head.

He laughed and placed a kiss on her skin before helping her get off his lap, Y/N felt her legs weak and leaned on his shoulder.

“I should have brought you sooner.” He responded and led her back to the couch.

Y/N lay down, tired and saw Jongin take her panties and helped her put them on, making her smile slightly at the gesture.

He put on his own underwear and Y/N was wearing her bra when suddenly the door was opened without delicacy.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.”

Y/N widened her eyes and covered her body with her arms when Sehun entered the studio furious and red.

Jongin remained standing, looking at his friend seriously.

“This is how you repay me after I shared a secret with you.” Sehun said, angry as he stood in front of Jongin.

"It wasn’t on purpose." he explained, the tone of his voice not so calm.

Sehun laughed, bitterly.

“Of course not, but it didn’t stop you from fucking Y/N right here.” he pointed towards the studio as she felt her face burn. “Right after I told you I liked her.”

Y/N felt her jaw drop and looked at the youngest without knowing what to think.

Did Sehun like her? Since when?

“And what did you want me to do, huh? Stop seeing her?” Jongin questioned, irritated. “You also know that I’m in love with her.”

She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a surprised smile.

She always imagined that but she never heard Jongin say it out loud, so hearing those words was a very nice surprise, knowing that he reciprocated her feelings.

“But I didn’t sleep with her right after.” Sehun accused, hurt and Y/N felt her heart sink.

“Sehun.” she called him, getting up from the couch.

One of the reasons why she wanted to admit what she felt for Jongin right away was precisely so that everyone would know what was going on between them, without any more secrets.

But she never imagined that Sehun also liked her and that he would be in the studio at the exact moment when she and Jongin couldn't control the need to be together in the most carnal and intimate way possible.

And he looked at her, completely hurt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “If I had known, I would have explained to you earlier that I have been interested in Jongin for a long time.” He nodded silently. “It’s nobody’s fault.”

An unbearable silence fell in the studio, until Sehun sighed.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact that my friend betrayed me.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and Sehun walked away in long strides, leaving both of them with nothing to say behind.

She passed her hand over her face and looked at Jongin, he shook his head as he looked at the door.

“I think I better leave.” she announced quietly and turned to pick up her clothes.

However, he stopped her, holding her arm.

"Come to my home."

She took a deep breath before looking at him.

“Jongin, but Sehun-”

“I won’t walk away from you because of him.” he spoke firmly. "I can't anymore."

She smiled slightly.

"What do you mean?"

He smiled, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek.

“That if being in love with you is a sin, then I will sin again.”

She bit her lower lip.

“No more sex in the studio?”

He laughed, hugging her around the waist and touching their foreheads.

“I can't promise that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making her close her eyes. “Not after the sounds you made in here.” he kissed her cheek, purposely in the corner of her mouth. “The scenes are engraved in my head and will hardly ever fade out.”

“Then I guess we will sin together.”

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proudahgase-exol · 6 months

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Exo reacting to the boys telling him he’s whipped for you

Minseok:

He was at home and had Jongdae and Baekhyun over he was doing the laundry when Baekhyun noticed some of your clothes so he took the opportunity to tease his hyung

“Hey that y/n clothes did she make you do her laundry now,” baekhyun said teasing

“Umm yes I’m doing my laundry and I saw she left some of her dirty clothes here from the last time she stayed over so I’m cleaning it” Minseok replied unbothered

“What else does she get you doing for her? Do you buy her pads too?” Baek asked again laughing now jongdae laughing as well

“Yes I have gone to get her some of her pads why is that funny Jongdae I know you have done the same or worse,” Minseok said rolling his eyes and smiling

“Eww I will never do that it will be so embarrassing,” Baek said making gagging noises

“I will be the one laughing when it’s you that does that,” Minseok said as he walked up to the laundry room.

Miseok didn’t mind doing your laundry because he knew you did him as well, he was just being the sweet boyfriend he is and didn’t care if his members made fun of him.

Junmyeon:

He was in London with the boys for a concert and they had a few days off so they went to explore when they got to a jewelry store junmyeon saw some earrings that thought would look good on you so he went and purchased them.

“You buying her more stuff? First, it was the keychain then the red dress now earrings. She got you whipped” Baekhyun said as he stood next to his leader

“I just the she will look good with them they go perfectly with her dress,” Junmyeon said smiling

“Yeah are you her sugar daddy too you have spent so much money on her,” Baekhyun said smiling

“She deserves everything and I want to give her a little gift anyway,” Junmyeon said as he gave the guy his credit card

“I wash it was her to have you spending money on me… she has you wrapped around her fingers,” Baekhyun said walking away

Who can blame the guy who loves to spoil you he might be whipped and he’s okay with it.

Yixing:

Lay loved sharing his stuff with everyone he didn’t mind letting the guy or you grab his clothes it was something normal for him but when Sehun came to complain about his favorite jacket being missing and then later found it on your body it got Lay laughing.

“Hyung why is y/n wearing my favorite jacket? I was supposed to use it tonight I’m going out with some friends and that jacket goes perfectly with my outfit tell her to give it back” Sehun said in a whiny tone

“Sorry but she got it first you can use any other jacket you like though,” Lay said smiling

“Oh come on if it was any of the other guys you would have asked them to take it off why does she get a free pass that’s so unfair,” Sehun said annoyed

“That’s because she’s the girlfriend he can’t say no to her and what she wants she gets that’s how whipped he is for her,” Jongdae said as he was walking past the two of them

“Yeah but that’s our jacket not hers so tell her to give it back” Sehun demanded like the spoiled brat he is

“Yeah that’s not happening he doesn’t have the heart to tell her to take it off plus she has more right to his clothes than you do,” Junmyeon said when he arias to Lay’s room

“That’s not fair hyung why did you have to be so whipped for a girl they are so annoying when I get a girlfriend I won’t let her use my stuff,” Sehun said walking over to Lay’s clothes and picking another jacket

“You will be like Lay or worst Mark my words Sehun,” Jongdae said walking away

Baekhyun:

The guys were at the mall buying new clothes and Chanyeol noticed that Baekhyun had a lot of matching clothes and he automatically knew who the other clothes were for.

“Hey Baekhyun are you buying matching clothes for your little girlfriend” the tall man teased

“Yeah way,” Baekhyun asked unbothered

“Aww that’s cute I remember you said that you will never be the type of couple,” Yeol said giggling

“Yeah well she asked if I could get this so I said why not” Bakhyeun said shy

“What else does she got you to do you have matching pajamas? Or matching phone case” Yeol said as he got Kai to make fun of Baekhyun too

“I’m sure he has matching phone cases or at last a shirt that says my queen,” Jongin said laughing

“Whatever if she’s happy then that’s all that matters,” Baekhyun said with a proud grin

Baekhyun knew he was whipped but he didn’t care if you said jump he would because your happiness is all that matters to him.

Jongdae:

Jongdae was at the dance practice texting you, you have been feeling sick for the past few days so he was worried about you. when you didn’t answer his texts he was so worried he called you and the boys heard him and when he got back they didn’t waste time and started to tease him.

“Is my baby okay do you want me to bring you medicine do you want chicken soup oppa can make it for you” Sehun said trying to mimic Jongdae’s voice

“It’s okay baby I’ll cuddle you lost when I get home make sure to drink water I love you darling” Junmyeon followed

“What’s with you guys,” Jongdae asked laughing

“Oh, you know just making fun of you, since when did you become whipped?” Kyungsoo asked

“Can’t I take care of my girlfriend?” He asked

“Yeah but you take it the extra mile you treat her like a baby she has you wrapped around her fingers,” Minseok said as he laughed

“That’s not true plus if you guys had a girlfriend you wouldn’t be talking,” Jongdae said smiling

Jongdae is whipped but he was only whipped for you he would do anything to make you smile he will give up everything if you ask him to that’s how much he loves you

Chanyeol:

Everyone knows he’s whipped he writes music about you but that’s what the boys know what they don’t is that his car and house are full of your stuff. You don’t live together but someone who didn’t know you guys would think that you do. Chanyeol makes sure he haves your toothbrush, hair products, and skincare products at his place in his car he haves hair ties and your fave lipgloss, and when the guys found out they were laughing their asses off.

“WOW Chanyeol you are something else you have everything you need for your girl that’s cute,” Sehun said as he got out of the car

“Wait till you see his bathroom he has her favorite hand soap, her skincare, and other stupid girl stuff,” Baekhyun said slapping Sehun back

“Ewww she has you so whipped,” Jongin said clapping his hands

“He’s so whipped he does everything she asks him to. If she wants him to carry her purse he will it’s cute but gross” Baekhyun said as he made kissing sounds

“Yeah yeah laugh all you want I’m just being a good boyfriend and a gentleman,” Chanyeol said blushing

“You wired dude that’s what you bring but go off,” Shun said smiling

After the guys were gone he called you to complain but you also agreed with them but you liked the fact he was whipped so now he doesn’t mind it too much.

Kyungsoo:

He was in the kitchen making your favorite food when Jongin walked in and whined about what he was cooking.

“Hyung were eating that? I was hoping to eat something like chicken,” Jongin said annoyed

“I'm cooking this for y/n not for you and if you want Chicken make it yourself,” Kyungsoo said

“ Lately you have only been cooking what y/n likes but not what I like or what the boys like” Jongin complain

“Well she’s asked if I could make her some of her favorite foods and I said yes so shut it,” Kyungsoo said annoyed

“You never do what I ask you to she does have you whipped chanyeol was right,” Jongin said disappoint

“What was he right about” Kyungsoo asked as he turned around

“That every since you started dating her she has you eating from the palm of her hand,” Jongin said

“I’ll kick his ass then I’ll kick yours now leave my kitchen before I smack you,” Kyungsoo said in a fake angry tone

Yes, he was whipped but didn't care he loves you and the boys have to deal with it.

Jongin:

He hates shearing his clothes specialty his fancy expensive ones he doesn't let anyone touch them and the boys knew it but when they saw you in Jongin’s Gucci hoodie they were quick to complain

“Hey that’s not fair why does she get to wear your clothes but not us?” Sehun asked in disbelief

“Yeah what’s so good about her that she gets the privilege to use your clothes” Baekhyun followed

“She’s my girlfriend there for she gets the privilege to wear whatever she pleases,” Jongin said happily

“Every since you started dating her you become so whipped it’s like you're a whole new person,” Chanyeol said eyeing him

“Yeah she got you so whipped it’s disgusting we want the old jongin back,” Kyungsoo said laughing

“You guys are just jealous she gets to wear what you can’t so stray jealous,” Jongin said sticking his tongue out to them and walking away

He is whipped and he loves it, it makes him feel like a good boyfriend like he’s doing everything right.

Sehun:

Junmyeon was hanging out with Sehun and he noticed how you were scolding him for making a mess and not cleaning up after himself he apologized and kissed you and even made Aegyo for you he thought it was funny and cute he didn’t know Sehun had this soft side. he knew by the way he looked at you that he was so in love that he was whipped for you so what did Junmyeon do? He teased him.

“Aww Jagiya sorry I’ll clean up don’t be angry,” Junmyeon said trying to mock him

“Stop it’s not funny,” Sehun said whining

“Oh you so whipped you didn’t even try to fight back like you usually do she told you to do the dishes and you almost said Yes ma’am it's so cute how whipped you are for that girl,” Junmyeon said laughing

“I’m not whipped and I’m only doing it because she asked me nicely,” Sehun said as he rolled his eyes

“Keep denying it you and I both know how in love you are and that you will do anything she asks you to,” Junmyeon said laughing hard

Yes, Sehun was whipped but he will deny it if anyone asks him.

—Well this was trash 😸 if you like any of my work please like and reblog 💕

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dilxcc · 2 months

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hellooo!! can i request some boyfriend! kai headcanons?💘

boyfriend!jongin headcanons

boyfriend!jongin x reader

okay trust me when i say that he loves you to the moon and back

we all know how much of a hardworker he is but he would drop everything the second you said that you miss him

youre craving something but feel too lazy to buy or make it?

he'll make it or buy it for you.

when you feel like youre so tired and couldnt lift a finger?

dont worry, hes here to help you with everything

you suddenly want something but doesnt have the money to buy it?

he'll buy it for you

what if you guys had a fight?

he'll be pouting the whole time but try his best to be matured

when youre both finally cooled down, he will talk and say that hes sorry

also cuddles!!!

i think hes a very touchy person

if youre going out together, i think he would wrap an arm around your waist

if youre walking, he likes it when you link your arms together

but if you dont want to, you can always hold hands

but what if you dont want any of it?

fine, he understands you but he WILL make a face

personally, i think hes a REALLY jealous person

probably would ignore you or confront you if hes jealous (its a 50/50 chance)

he likes seeing you wear his clothes

dating him would be an experience

you guys would be the most fashionable couple ever

also not to forget how the whole exo members will tease him about you every chance they get

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hansolsticio · 3 months

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ᝰ.ᐟ kim jongin — pêssego.

— príncipe ! jongin × leitora — gênero: sugestivo. — conteúdo/avisos: jongin canalha ♡, linguagem sugestiva, o kai tem um irmão, frutas, saliva, honestamente não tem nada demais. — word count: 1348. — nota da autora: oi, gente! ninguém pediu isso aqui e eu nem escrevo pro kai, mas tava vendo umas performances de peaches e o sorrisinho de malandro dele me deixou toda mole :)

O fato de ter praticamente crescido dentro da dinastia dos Kim te permitiu aprender muitas coisas. Uma delas é que Kim Jongin era um príncipe meio fajuto, que com certeza não estava de acordo com o que normalmente se esperaria de um príncipe. Ora, você o conhece desde pequeno, se há uma pessoa habituada com o comportamento imprudente do Kim, essa pessoa é certamente é você. A convivência de vocês dois experimentou o seu auge na infância, foram anos suportando toda a insolência e desaforo de Jongin — que, nessa época, era um garoto muito malcriado. A senhora Kim perdeu as contas de quantas vezes precisou repreendê-lo. Naquela casa, o silêncio era sempre suspeito e geralmente seguido de um "solta meu cabelo!" exasperado ou qualquer reclamação desse gênero.

As briguinhas cessaram na adolescência, houve um afastamento entre vocês dois, que, em maior parte, se devia ao fato de toda a preparação para que você finalmente se tornasse dama de confiança da senhora Kim. Jongin também experimentou seus próprios dilemas, e esses iam muito além dos hormônios começando a ferver dentro do corpo. Envolviam o senhor Kim e todo o seu temperamento austero, ele estava longe de ser um mau rei, mas era extremamente exigente — principalmente no que se tratava dos filhos. O príncipe mais novo não era um dos melhores quando o assunto era obedecer as ordens de seu pai e também não media esforços para tecer comentários exagerados sobre a nítida preferência do rei pelo seu irmão mais velho, Kim Siwoo.

Era comum que o salão de jantar ecoasse com a voz do senhor Kim, que rompia gritos e mais gritos em reprovação a conduta de Jongin e ele não ficava para trás, rebatia os comentários do pai sem pudor algum. As discussões se tornaram cada vez mais corriqueiras, Siwoo e a senhora Kim não eram mais tão eficazes em suas tentativas de apaziguar a situação. O acúmulo de todas essas circunstâncias resultaram em alguns anos de afastamento por parte de Jongin, uma vez que o senhor Kim o obrigou a conviver por um tempo com a divisão superior do exército real, como uma espécie de punição. Obviamente, o príncipe mais novo se recusou a ir, entretanto as súplicas angustiadas da senhora Kim — que temia a possibilidade de algo pior acontecendo — foram suficientes para convencê-lo.

A punição pareceu ter surtido efeito. Quando Jongin finalmente retornou, parecia outra pessoa. Era mais contido, educado e polido. A performance era satisfatória o suficiente para enganar o senhor Kim, mas você era inteligente demais para acreditar. S�� precisou contemplar os olhos felinos para saber que o Jongin que você conhecia ainda estava ali, mais atrevido do que nunca.

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Suas mãos habilidosas faziam um ótimo trabalho cortando e organizando as frutas — a senhora Kim gostava delas como acompanhamento para o chá da tarde. A chegada da primavera te agraciava com um belíssimo cenário para se observar através da janela da cozinha, até mesmo pensou em passar um tempo no jardim assim que fosse dispensada de suas obrigações. Terminava de organizar as maçãs na bandeja até ouvir passos atrás de você, se virou sorridente, supunha que era a governanta entrando.

"Feliz em me ver?", Jongin caminhava de soslaio. O rosto ostentando uma expressão satisfeita.

"Não, vossa alteza. Pensei que fosse outra pessoa.", sua expressão se fechou, tentou transmitir o máximo de respeito possível. O príncipe franziu a testa com toda a formalidade em seu tom.

"Você sabe que eu não gosto de toda essa 'coisa' aí. Me chama de Jongin.", se apoiando na bancada, observou você voltando a cortar as frutas.

"A senhora Kim não acha apropriado que-", você evitava contato visual, fazia tempo desde sua última interação com o homem.

"A senhora Kim não está aqui agora, está? Já disse, me chama de Jongin.", interrompeu autoritário. Aparentemente não deu para esconder o quão apreensiva você ficou com o tom, já que a reação dele veio logo em seguida. "Não era 'pra sair dessa forma, desculpa. O que quero dizer é que você já me conhece há tempo demais. Entende?", tentou ser mais cauteloso dessa vez, observando suas reações. Você acenou com a cabeça, sem tirar os olhos da bancada a sua frente. "Para quem são essas frutas? Pra mamãe?", tentou puxar assunto. A situação era um tanto incomum, visto que a família Kim sequer chegava perto da cozinha. A presença do homem ali te deixava meio inquieta, nem pareciam ter crescido juntos.

"Sim, vossa- Jongin.", você se corrigiu rapidamente, ouvindo o homem dar uma risada contida. Suas mãos finalizavam a organização dos cortes de ameixa e você já olhava para seu próximo alvo: pêssegos. Iniciou o corte, concentrando-se em deixá-los o mais regulares e aprazíveis que conseguia.

"Eu gosto muito de pêssegos, sabia?", você sabia sim. As preferências alimentares do homem não haviam mudado praticamente nada desde a infância, pêssego era a fruta favorita de Jongin. "Posso pegar um pedaço?", era uma frase muito inconsistente com o comportamento do Jongin antigo, que já teria pegado sem falar absolutamente nada.

"Pode sim.", você concordou com a cabeça dando espaço para que ele fosse capaz de pegar sem problemas.

"Minhas mãos estão sujas.", levantou as palmas na altura do rosto, mexendo os dedos num gesto inquieto. "Você bem que podia dar 'pra mim.", a voz carregava uma carga de duplicidade. E você jura que se esforçou para não enxergar o duplo sentido, porém foi mais forte que você. Sua boca se abriu com incerteza, não sabia o que falar.

"Claro.", negar não fazia parte do repertório da sua personalidade prestativa. Segurou um dos cortes da fruta entre o dedão e o indicador, colocando a mão na altura do rosto de Jongin. O homem segurou seu pulso com delicadeza para assegurar que sua mão não saísse do lugar. A boca se abriu o suficiente para que ele fosse capaz de apanhar a fruta com os dentes, os lábios rosados se fechando em volta dos seus dígitos. Jongin não tirou os olhos dos seus enquanto usava a ponta da língua para recolher o suco que havia escorrido entre os seus dedos, produzindo sons que quase soavam como gemidos. O príncipe sorveu seus dedos uma última vez, afastando o rosto com um estalo.

"Que delícia! Tão docinho...", o sorriso arteiro agora adornava o rosto bonito. Seu rosto formigava furiosamente, você era incapaz de esconder o espanto em suas expressões, os pelinhos haviam se levantado desde o momento em que Jongin segurou seu pulso. Ele te puxou com cautela, a mão livre apoiou-se na parte inferior das suas costas. O rosto, que agora estava a centímetros do seu, te obrigava a olhar para cima — tendo em vista o fato do homem ser mais alto que você.

"Jongin.", balbuciou em choque, seu coração estava prestes a saltar do seu peito. Suas mãos usavam os ombros fortes do homem como uma espécie de suporte, foi instinto colocá-las lá.

"Você quer provar também?", a voz era grave e o hálito quentinho entrava em contato com seu rosto, te fazendo suspirar. O homem roçou os lábios molhadinhos no canto da sua boca, vendo você fechar os olhos em expectativa. "Hm? Quer?", acariciou sua cintura, como se te estimulasse a responder.

Sua resposta ficou presa na garganta. Pois assim que foi capaz de abrir a boca para falar alguma coisa, a voz estridente da senhora Kim invadiu a audição de vocês dois. Jongin sorriu com malícia, vendo sua expressão se retorcer em descontentamento.

"É. Fica 'pra próxima então.", selou o cantinho dos seus lábios, se afastando com agilidade. Seu coração ainda palpitava quando a senhora Kim finalmente entrou na cozinha e te questionou sobre a demora, sua mente atordoada era incapaz de processar uma resposta. "Eu que prendi ela, mamãe. Estava fazendo algumas perguntas sobre o jardim.", o homem respondeu simplista, a mentira deslizava com facilidade através da voz doce — que ele só havia começado a utilizar, porque a mãe entrou no cômodo.

O restante do seu dia foi gasto nas nuvens, você achava que talvez elas fossem capazes de te responder quando que aconteceria essa "próxima".

#ꫝ ' solie writes.#kai x reader #jongin x reader #kim jongin x reader #exo x reader

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tosomeonessomeone · 3 months

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Open requests ✨️

Grettings, my lovely ones!

I'm here to let you know that I'm currently accepting requests. I'm dedicated to making your wishes a reality ✨️

If you have a song that brings a Stray Kids member to mind, I'd be delighted to craft a story from it. Whether you're seeking a spicy, fluffy, funny, or sad narrative, just let me know, and I'll do my utmost to bring it to life!

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eomayas · 11 months

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confessions • kji (pt.2)

pairing: jongin x f!reader, fwb2l. sequel to ‘d appointment’.

genre: fluff & angst

synopsis: jealousy leads to a life changing confession (happy ending!!)

warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy

a/n: lol nobody asked for this but i really wanted to write this after yesterday! so enjoy 😋

“jongin, i really gotta go,” you giggle, kissing him again. he holds onto your waist tighter, grumbling about how he doesn’t want you to go. “really, nini, i have to leave.” you say, pulling out of his grasp and finding your clothes around his room.

you’ve seen a lot more of him recently, and your relationship has changed. he started asking you over to hang out, taking you out for food, running errands with you. you didn’t know what to think of your relationship anymore, and could barely tell your friends because none of them liked to hear about jongin anyway. he had a bit of a reputation for being a womanizer and a player, but you didn’t get that with him. as far as you knew, you were the only person who’s been in his bed for the last two months.

you really dont know what to call your relationship—you never talk about it with him. you refer to him as a friend when people ask about him, but nothing more. but you know that youre deeper than friends, you pretend not to see it in his eyes when you’re lying on his chest at night, pretend not to feel it in your stomach when he leans over his middle console and kisses you when he picks you up from your house. you pretend none of those feelings exist, so you can keep your peace.

“where do you have to go anyway?” he asks as you hook your bra back on.

“uh, just meeting a friend,” you say, not ready to admit the truth that the friend is a man and he’s not really a friend. your friend sana set you up with a guy she knows, doyoung, and you’ve been hanging out for awhile. of course, in between you and jongins time together.

jongin frowns at you and your hesitation. “who?” he presses as you pull on your shirt. you let out a breath and fix your hair, stalling as you avoid his question.

“chaewon,” you lie, not really sure why. you’re not dating, it shouldn’t be a problem. but with the way you’ve been hanging out recently, it feels like it could cause a rift—maybe you’re imagining it, though, and he doesn’t actually care. maybe your feelings are one sided.

“what are you guys gonna do?” he asks. you shrug and grab your phone off of his nightstand, a text from doyoung on the screen.

doyoung: can’t wait to see you!

you bite back a smile and jongin notices, his chest bubbling with an emotion he can’t quite place. anger? no, not quite. envy? jealously, maybe? can’t be—you’re not his. but it sure does feel like it sometimes.

you tap back a response, your acrylics accentuating your every keyboard stroke.

y/n: see you soon :)

“alright, i’ll see you later?” you say, leaning over to kiss him. it’s stiff, and awkward, but neither of you say anything. he doesn’t offer to walk you out like he always does, and you pretend it doesn’t bother you.

jongin and you don’t talk for three days, and in those three days, you occupy yourself with doyoung when you’re not at work or with your friends. doyoung is kind, he’s sweet and makes you laugh. he listens. he’s perfectly safe—your friends like him, and they’re all going to meet him tonight at a get together.

you sigh as you look at your phone, your message going unanswered. you invited jongin too, just to be nice since a few of his friends are going to be there. you haven’t spent anytime around each others friends, though you know a couple because that’s how you met each other.

sana nudges you. “doyoung is here,” you flip your phone over as her eyes gaze down for a split second. you look up and see him walk through the door, two of his friends behind him. you stand up from your spot on the couch and walk over to him, adjusting your skirt. doyoungs eyes scan the room and when they land on you, he gives you the smile that you’ve grown fond of.

“hey!” you say, giving him a hug. you press a quick kiss on his cheek and pull back, his hand sliding to the small of your back.

“hey! i hope you don’t mind thst i brought some friends—this is baejin and that’s sungwoon,” he says, introducing you to his friends. you smile and shake their hands. “is sana here?” he asks, leaning close to you. you nod, and get the overwhelming feeling that he’s about to kiss you, so you quickly grab his arm and lead him over to your group of friends.

sana jumps up when she sees him and gives him a hug, your three friends, yujin, chaewon, and bona following suit.

the five of you settle on the couch, doyoung on the end and you sandwiched between him and sana. he keeps an arm wrapped around your waist the entire time, barely moving it even when you shift. you don’t mind his touch or the weight of his arm—it feels nice.

you let yourself sneak a glance at your phone, hoping to see if he responded—a ‘no’ would even be fine—but there’s nothing new. you set your phone face down in your lap, and catch sanas eye when you look back up. you furrow your brow at her and she shakes her head. you ignore her and lean back against doyoung, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulder. you catch his dangling hand in yours, and interlock your fingers.

“you two are so cute, it’s making me sick,” yujin says. you and doyoung only giggle, and when you glance at sana, she’s side eyeing you behind her red solo cup.

sanas eyes drift around the room, but you ignore her until she steps on your foot, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention. you glance at her again, and she shoots her eyes to the door, and dread immediately fills your stomach.

jongin walks through the door, many people in the party immediately greeting him. you check your phone again and see that he still never responded, which annoys you. if you had a heads up that he was showing up, you would have never sat here cuddled up with doyoung.

you try to ignore the greetings to jongin, but they’re obnoxious and louder than the music playing. “ugh, sehun is so irritating,” chaewon grumbles, but she keeps her eyes on the tall boy talking to jongin. they have some weird tension going on.

“y/n, im gonna go find baejin really quick, do you want to come?” doyoung asks. you shake your head and tell him that you’ll be here, and he leaves but not before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you smile, but it falters when sana scoffs. “what?” you ask, annoyed with how she’s been treating you tonight.

“don’t lead him on, please. i know you invited jongin, and maybe you want two boyfriends, but doyoung is a good guy. leave him out of it,” she says, her voice serious.

you drop your mouth open to reply, but can’t find the words. “your boyfriends coming over,” she mutter, taking another swig of her drink. you glance over to see jongin walking towards you.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you manage, standing up to greet him. you reach in for a hug, and he reciprocates, his hands too low on your back for it to be friendly. “i didn’t know you were coming.” you say, pulling away from him.

jongin keeps his hands on you, ignoring the gawking from your friends. “i said i might,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes. “why, you wanted more time to hide your little boyfriend?” he asks. with that, you scoff and pull away from him, already done with the entire night.

“i don’t have a boyfriend, so both of you can stop,” you say to jongin and sana, crossing your arms over your chest. “if you came here to bother me, you can just leave.” you say, staring up at him.

“i came to keep you company, but i see you already have some,” he says, mirroring your stance. you get ready to reply, but see doyoung coming up behind the two of you with baejin in tow, and get a wave of guilt, dread, and anxiety at the prospect of the two of them interacting. this can’t be my life, you think.

doyoung approaches you, a smile on his face until he sees your stance, and then sweeps his eyes over to jongin. doyoungs face falls at the obvious tension, and jongin sizes him up. “are you alright?” he asks you, a hand on your arm. you nod and he looks over at jongin and back at you. “do you two know each other?” he asks.

know is putting it lightly.

before you can respond, jongin interjects. “i’m jongin,” he holds his hand out to shake, and it takes everything in you to not push his hand away.

doyoung shakes his hand, his face not giving way to how he really feels. “we’re friends,” you offer once they drop hands. friends is putting it lightly, too lightly that it’s almost untrue.

jongin scoffs at that. “if that’s what you want to call it, sure we are,” you glare at him and doyoung shifts awkwardly beside you, unsure of what to say. “surely she’s mentioned me. because she’s never mentioned you.” he adds, making you blood boil.

“jongin, stop!” you say, your eyes widening. you look back over at doyoung who nods his head once, twice. “doyoung, just ignore him, please?” you say, reaching out to grab his hand, but he pulls away. you feel helpless as he moves past you to talk to sana, and you hear him tell her that he’s gonna head out. you feel like shit as you try to get him to talk to you, but again he dodges you.

“y/n, i dont want to be apart of this. maybe when you figure… whatever this is out, you can call me. but i don’t want any of this,” he waves vaguely between you and jongin, and all you can do is stand there pathetically as he walks away.

“yeah, what he said,” jongin says, shaking his head, and all you see is red. how dare he try to blow you off, when he is the cause of this entire mess. if he just kept his mouth shut, doyoung would still be here and you’d be enjoying your night.

you stomp after jongin as he walks off, grabbing ahold of his shirt, pulling him towards the direction of the kitchen. “quit it,” he says, pulling out of your grasp.

“you don’t get to leave! what the hell is your problem?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips. a few people in the kitchen glance at you and jongin, and he sighs and pulls you out to the backyard where it’s empty. “what is wrong with you?”

“i didnt do anything,” he says and you bark out a laugh.

“you don’t talk to me for days for god knows why, you don’t respond to my text, and the. you basically show up unannounced? and then you ruin a good thing for me? what is wrong with you?” you could cry from frustration, but you don’t. you manage to keep the tears at bay as you stare at the man across from you.

jongin doesn’t say anything, just leans against the stair railing with his arms crossed over his chest, and looks away from you. you blink at him, waiting for him to say something but he doesn’t. “well?” you say, scoffing.

he shakes his head. “you just don’t get it,” he mumbles.

“what?”

“you really don’t see it, y/n? it’s not obvious?” he asks, finally looking you in the eye. you shrink under his gaze, your eyes darting around the backyard.

“what are you talking about, jongin?” you ask, confusion evident in your voice. he runs a hand through his hair frustratedly and drops his hands at his sides. you cross your arms over your abdomen and stare at him, waiting for him to just admit whatever he’s holding back.

“you don’t feel a change between us? really?” he asks, and for a second the air leaves your lungs. he can’t be asking you this, because then what you’ve been imagining is actually true, therefore real. and now you have to confront it.

“i guess,” you say vaguely, your voice small. he runs his hands through his hair like he always does when he’s stressed or anxious—one thing you picked up on after seeing him more often. “what are you trying to say, jongin?” you sigh, just wanting to hear the words coming from his mouth. you need that confession, or else you think you’ll go crazy if you lose two men you like on the same night.

“i’m trying to say that i can’t stop thinking about you, that i think about you every second you’re not with me. that when i have to go somewhere, i call you because i’d rather go—i don’t fucking know, to the store—with you, over anybody else. and i came here tonight, even though i know your friends don’t fucking like me, because i wanted to see you. and i know you’re upset that i made your little boyfriend leave, but i don’t really care, okay? i can’t stand to see you with somebody else, not when you kiss me the way you do, or say my name,” he rambles, wiping his mouth before starting up again. you can only stare at him, stunned. you’ve gotten more than you were really asking for, and he’s not even done. “and i dont only mean when we have sex, okay? i know that’s how we started, but if you couldn’t tell, i don’t only want to do that with you. i want something more with you. if you don’t, fine. but i won’t buy it, because you chased after me, and not him.” jongin catches his breath, shocked that he just blurted all of this out. it’s been buried deep in his brain, his heart, for awhile now. he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head for weeks, and gets giddy when he sees your name pop up on his phone. he’s been silently losing his mind about you, and you haven’t even noticed.

“why didn’t you say anything before?” you ask pathetically, walking over to him.

he lets out a laugh that almost sounds like a cry. “because if you didn’t feel the same way, and we stopped hanging out, i would seriously die,” he says, grabbing your hands. you smile at his words. “i’m going crazy here, y/n.” jongin sighs, looking down at you and bringing your conjoined hands up to his chest.

you faintly feel his fast heartbeat and nearly coo. he’s so endearing, and the way he’s looking at you with his big, brown eyes is enough to bring you to your knees. “jongin, i-“ you cut yourself off to laugh, the next words leaving your mouth about to be so embarrassing. “i really like you, and i don’t know how you couldn’t tell. i mean, every time you said anything, i giggled like a schoolgirl.” you say, pressing your knuckles into his sternum.

“i thought you just wanted to fuck.”

“well, yes,” you blush, looking up at him. “but i really fucking liked—like—you,” you say, letting out a breath.

“are we doing this? i mean, for real?” he asks, dropping your interlocked hands out to the sides. you shrug.

“we could try,” you say, and he smiles, his face lighting up in a way that makes your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip.

and you two really were going to try, the opinions of your friends be damned. if there was a general consensus, it’s that you’d both go insane for the others love, and that’s enough.

#exo #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #exo kai #kai x reader #kim kai #kai x you #jongin x reader #jongin x you #kai fluff #jongin fluff #jongin angst #kai angst #jongin fanfic #jongin imagine

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an-annyeoing-writer · 7 months

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yandere!Kai x Reader: petty theft. [+18]

Word count: 3 371

Tags: yandere!AU, smut, obedience training, bratty behavior, extreme degradation, sadom*sochism, in case you feel like Reader is high don't worry it's just subspace.

Warnings: s*xual content, potentially triggering themes such as toxic relationship traits, friendly reminder it's a fiction and not what we expect our IRL Nini to be.

Author's note: It's been a while since I wrote anything like that. Took quite a bit of effort as for such a small piece, but I hope to be releasing more content in the future~ Probably a Baekhyun fic will come around Halloween, so stay tunned!

His word was an order and you were addicted to giving up the sense of control. It was a perfect kind of deal between the two of you: him who would take everything without asking, and you who’d follow him without a moment of doubt.

Your relationship was anything but reasonable, anything but right, and anything but prosperous. But it was giving you some sense of fulfillment that no other had ever given, and it was a form of self-destruction that you could take with masochistic pleasure.

It would be a lie to say that it was the only unhinged thing that you enjoyed. Some things you liked more, some you liked less. Maybe it was your toxic trait to allow his obsession to get this far without objection, so you could drink up from all the pain and torment that he could offer.

“You have done it again.” His voice rumbled through the apartment. “Give it back.”

Recently, you felt lonelier than usual. When he would work and do other business stuff, or meet his friends even, you’d be locked up in his apartment with close to no source of entertainment. You were over with attempts to get out or to contact someone from the outside – these never brought anything good.

But you still felt the need to itch him in some way that would make him come to you and take it out on you. He had taken note of the pattern, you noticed – you’d be surprised if he didn’t. When someone steals your wallet three times in a row, it cannot be an accident.

The wallet was stored neatly under your pillow and the moment he entered your room, hand extended in expectation of receiving back the stolen item, you didn’t even pretend not to know what’s it all about.

Without hurry but neither taking too much time, you pushed yourself off the mattress and retrieved the wallet, then walked over to Jongin and placed it in his hand. The man’s eyes were fixated at you, although you couldn’t yet tell what he was thinking.

“Why do you always do that?”

You shrugged, a bit too embarrassed to state aloud your silly reasoning.

“You just wanted attention, didn’t you?”

He could read you like a book, couldn’t he? You hesitantly nodded your head.

The man shook his own with a sigh.

“What do I do with you. If I punish you as you want so badly, you’ll keep doing it whenever you feel like it.” You pouted. “I need to correct you in a way that discourages you from doing it again, right?”

There was a sense of fear mixed with excitement starting to grow within your stomach.

He stared at you with his face unreadable, and you felt like that stare had no other purpose but to make you start doubting in yourself, with nervousness arising that you were not sure you enjoyed anymore.

There was some sense of negative emotion on his side. As long as it was only irritation, you could handle it. But what if he was actually upset? What if you acting up had ruined something within his daily schedule? What if he wasted too much time trying to look for it or picking up stuff he then couldn’t pay for? Hopefully he didn’t get a fine on his way for not having his documents on.

“[F/n].”

You straightened up as if on command. Sensing the fear finally settle in and uneasiness become tangible on your face, Jongin’s demeanor started to shift. From cold and emotionless, a smug smirk appeared in the corner of his lip, and he crossed his arms with the wallet still held between his fingers.

Suddenly, his grip on the wallet loosened, and the item fell out of his hand and dropped to the floor with a thud. The noise was objectively quiet but in the silence surrounding you, it made your heart thump. Jongin didn’t flinch.

“Pick it up.”

You didn’t hesitate, crouching down and picking up the item, carefully putting it in his hand again.

However, the man didn’t move, and neither did he put any effort in holding it, and so the wallet fell back down. You stared at him in confusion.

“Pick it up.”

You gulped. The task was confusing, but refusing it was out of question. You picked the wallet up again and put it in his hand, this time holding it in there until you felt his fingers wrap around it securely. You breathed a soft sigh of relief when they did.

And then he dropped it again. The noise of the item falling down echoed with a nervous pang in your chest, as if it was not just a sound of a wallet falling, but a thunder at least.

You didn’t hesitate before crouching down yet another time, picking it up and extending your hand, although ready for the item to be denied again.

Jongin tilted his head to the side.

“I didn’t tell you to pick it up.”

He stepped forward, making sure that the step made noise on the wooden panels, and that noise was yet another sound that made you flinch, as if any motion coming from him could be a threat right now.

“You know what I mean, don’t you?” he spat. “If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I don’t tell you to, you don’t. If I tell you not to breathe, you fucking don’t.”

His hand shot forward, wrapping around your throat, and you thoughtlessly released the wallet, hands reaching to hold his wrist instead. You knew that fighting him would be futile, and to be frank, you wouldn’t even dare to do so. His hold wasn’t too strong, fingers pressing against the veins but not depriving you from air just yet. But a single attempt of taking a bigger breath made you choke on your own saliva and you gasped, trying to loosen his hold at least a little.

“Hands down.” The command was simple, and you felt tears gather in your eyes when you forced yourself to ignore the discomfort and take your hands off his own. The tips of your toes and fingers started to tingle.

Without any warning, the hold on your throat finally disappeared, and you coughed, bending in half because your legs almost gave up underneath you. You had just a few moments of rest before the next words came.

“Pick it up. With your teeth.”

You didn’t have to courage to look up at him.

Besides, from your position it was closer to the ground anyway.

You crouched down shakily, letting your knees and palms hit the floor. You repositioned yourself slightly so that the wallet would be in a convenient proximity and lowered your head, briefly thinking of how dirty the item must have been, being one of those never-washed items that are constantly in use outdoors. But that was not important. Your task was.

Your mouth was merely centimeters from the leather surface when you felt something touch the top of your head. From a brief sensation, it gradually strengthened into a pressure that pressed your face down into the floor. You peeked to the side, confirming the suspicion that it was nothing else but Jongin’s shoe weighing down on top of your head.

Your body quivered. It was a natural reflex to try and fight against the force, but you knew better than that – the only way was to give in, even when your cheek started to hurt from the pressure. It would hurt just a bit longer, and then you’d feel the bliss of submission overcome any and all pain. You breathed heavily, trying to at least position yourself a bit more comfortably.

Wordlessly, Jongin took his foot off your head, allowing you to finish the task. The wallet’s texture felt gross on your tongue, and you did your best to touch it only with your teeth. You lifted yourself until you were kneeling, and then tiled your head upwards, praying so that he would just take the wallet back without playing any more games.

You breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers pulled the item gently from between your teeth.

Noticing your saliva gathered on the surface, Jongin brought the item to your face, and you flinched, muscle memory awaiting a slap to your cheek.

But the slap didn’t come, and instead, he wiped the wallet on your face, and you pressed your lips together, doing your best to stay still during the humiliating treatment.

Upon finishing the act, he smoothly tucked the wallet in his back pocket, the item quickly forgotten and nothing left to stand in between you and Jongin’s mercy – or lack thereof. His attention, now focused on you solely, felt intimidating.

“Up.”

Although the order was rather vague, you didn’t hesitate rising onto your feet.

“Down.”

Your mind was already hazy, and so it didn’t feel so weird anymore to fulfill the Sisyphean task.

“Up.”

In fact, there were no thoughts left in your mind to even think about whatever the point of the requests was. There was only full obedience, and as long as he told you what to do, you had a goal to live for.

“Down.”

The floor already managed to warm up underneath your body, although your legs were growing tired. But all of these were just secondary sensations, your eyes, half-lidded in your masochistic high, were fixated on his own.

“You like it?”

You nodded, your tongue like a jelly making it hard to speak a word, but Jongin didn’t seem to mind.

“See? It’s so much better when you listen. You feel so good and I’m happy. Why change that?” You sensed a threat lingering in his voice and felt an urge to soothe it, so you leaned forward and pressed your face into his thigh, like a pet asking for that little bit of intimacy from its owner. The comparison seemed very accurate in your situation. “Are you tired, yet?” You nodded with a lazy smile. “I don’t think so.”

The next motion came completely unexpected, the man’s fingers grabbing your hair at the roots, pulling you off his thigh and pressing your face into his crotch instead.

“You’re not tired, sweetheart. I haven’t told you to be tired yet.”

The persuasion took your breath away. You dreamed of nothing more than of succumbing to the drugged-like state of your mind, but Jongin was merciless as he unzipped his pants with one hand, the other wrapped around your hair tightly when he pushed his length into your mouth before you could even take a good glance.

You gagged, your throat completely unprepared for the rough treatment. Jongin only pushed in harder until your nose touched his abdomen, and then held you in this position for a few seconds despite you gagging and choking. He pulled out, letting you take a short breath, and then pushed back in – your reactions much weaker this time.

It took some moments, a few pushes like that, until you finally started giving up again, and Jongin picked up his face, aligning it with his own pleasure. Your throat started to accommodate around him, but every rougher motion teared your eyes up. His movements were frantic, almost wild, and nothing but selfish.

There was no regard for your comfort, and it made you thrive. Your mind – covered in a fog. Nothing felt real. You diverted your attention from the sloppy noises of your own mouth being used, because somewhere not so far away, Jongin’s beautiful, although sparse moans filled the air like a heavenly music that you could just not get enough of.

Your jaw was starting to ache. It was hardly possible to breathe. You were lightheaded and too dazed to even acknowledge your own arousal starting to pool between your legs. Your skin was tingling all over, your scalp – burning, and you could swear you saw stars for a moment.

But Jongin’s pace was relentless, and something about that cruel, degrading demeanor was turning you on even more. He was making such good use of you, his obedient little doll.

It didn’t even matter that your hands were too weak to try and help him feel even better, because all Jongin seemed to care about was that your mouth felt so warm and nice.

It was just mere minutes that your mind barely registered before you felt him harden even more. You heard no warning, but his heavy pants and gasps – the ones you already learned to recognize – told you enough.

He suddenly pushed into your mouth with full force, his fingers holding your head in place as he came hard and fast, not even a taste present on your tongue with how his semen ran straight down your throat.

You gagged, a cough fruitlessly trying to tear through, everything inside of you screaming for relief that for those few seconds was completely unreachable. You only fought for his cum not to get into your lungs or leave through your nose, a desperate attempt on remaining at least remotely human in this absolutely dehumanizing experience.

Jongin finally pulled out of your mouth, and you frantically choked and coughed, catching desperate breaths, careless of his semen and your saliva running now down your chin and dropping onto your shirt and the floor below.

Your hands were still too weak to try and wipe it, your legs felt like cotton candy that absolutely wouldn’t hold you up, and you only bent down, leaning into his leg for comfort again, which this time brought even more peace and relief when you felt him reach down and place his hand on top of your head, stroking your hair gently, giving you all the time to catch your breath and recover. You felt so dizzy and so tired, so lowly but also so at ease.

“Up.”

Your body moved on its own before you consciously registered his voice. With legs feeling like a jelly, you forced yourself up. He must have composed yourself while you were down on the floor, and there was a stark contrast between him – looking as neat as ever – and you, completely whored out, not even remotely decent in appearance.

“That’s my girl.”

The praise tasted like champagne, sedating you further.

“Come here.”

He circled you and put his hands underneath your elbows. With mellow motions, he led you towards your bed and then pushed you onto the mattress. You landed softly and helplessly among cloud-like pillows and blankets.

The strong urge to melt and fall asleep has been abruptly interrupted by the man’s hands tugging at your pants and pulling them down to your knees. You hazily thought that it would be nice to get used once again, although your muscles wouldn’t really support you much and you’d be just a limp doll trapped underneath him. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Wake up, princess” he mocked, tapping your face – too gently to call it a slap in your dictionary, but not particularly affectionately either. You must have not noticed when your eyes slipped closed, and so you forced them back open.

You sensed Jongin’s hand hovering your womanhood, its warmth spreading all over your skin in a pleasant manner.

You could swear you could fall back asleep, but his two fingers suddenly intruded your entrance, making sure to cause a little bit of prickling pain even despite all that wetness that would make it so easy to accommodate to him. You let out a small whimper of discomfort.

“Wake up, love. There’s one more lesson you need to learn.” The pet names persuaded you to muster last bits of strengths – his words tasted so delicious, sweet proofs of Jongin’s own devotion for you, and what more could you possibly want? You reached with your arms to wrap them around the man’s neck in a loving, albeit somewhat pleading embrace.

“Could I be tired…?” you asked a bit jokingly, but also knowing that he’d appreciate that you kept his words in mind.

Jongin laughed softly.

But then his smile suddenly fell and his face darkened.

“Not. Yet” he spat out, fingers pushing deep into your core. Sensation wouldn’t be so pleasant normally, and it was clear that he also did not mean to please you, but you were growing deprived and just as the humiliation earlier, mere touch of him on your private parts made you squeal in arousal.

He joined one more finger, stretching you out easily with a sprinkle of pain. Small brushes of his thumb against your clit made you overflow with thirst, but he just wouldn’t do enough to quench it for you.

“Please…” You tried pressing yourself against his palm for any more of the sweet friction, but the other hand was quick to wrap around your neck and push you down into the mattress, rendering you absolutely helpless. The position yet again sent warmth down to your core, and you felt as though if he was to slap you in the face at that exact moment, you could simply cum just from that.

But Jongin couldn’t care less. He turned from stretching you to fucking you with his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot so sparsely despite the fast pace that you felt like you could lose your mind. You were pathetically mewling for any sort of actual relief.

And that was when he just stopped.

You moved your hips as if it would provide the friction instead, but both of his hands were suddenly gone. You pressed your thighs together, reaching with your own hand to finish yourself off, but it was slapped away before you could even get close, and so you sobbed in frustration, wriggling on the damn mattress as if it would soothe your need.

It took you a few painfully long moments to come back to your senses. Breath slowing down, the buzzing feeling in your head subsiding, sensation coming back into your limbs.

Your eyes eventually registered Jongin – he was resting his cheek on top of your bent knee, arms wrapped loosely around your leg in an intimate, loving position, so different from his cruel demeanor mere moments before.

He sat there in silence, watching your desperate and chaotic state with a small, content smile on his face, as if he took pride in nothing more than making you this pathetic, this hopeless, in drowning you in your own despair.

Your heart was slowing down, but it would be a lie to say that you felt any better. Your thighs were all wet from your arousal, and everything down there ached with how the pleasure was ruthlessly drawn away.

“Please” you mumbled with remains of strength, although you weren’t sure if your body could take any more of mistreatment.

“You can be tired now, love.”

Your eyes widened in realization.

“B-but…”

“Hm?”

Jongin’s head tilted innocently, although the look on his face held a threat behind, one that you wouldn’t dare to try and challenge. Your face must have displayed absolute defeat, all while Jongin’s was nothing but pleased.

“That’s what I thought, sweetheart.” His hand reached and patted your cheek lovingly, although there was something objectifying in it, as if he was patting a pet, or a favorite car, and not his lover’s face. You accepted your defeat.

Jongin sat next to you as you succumbed into the embrace of sleep, watching over you. Like a guardian angel – although a demon would be more appropriate in regards to his persona. You smiled at the thought.

With a tender kiss to your forehead, he whispered a goodnight, covering you with a blanket cozily and placing the fluffiest pillow right by your head, so you could wrap your arms around it if you’d like. Eventually, when he was certain you were almost asleep, he carefully got up from his place on your mattress and walked to the door, shutting it quietly to let you finally rest in the peace of your own space.

And in the last moments before falling asleep, you only wondered how long you will be allowed to rest before he notices that you pickpocketed his wallet again.

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jongbross · 7 months

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kinktober: thigh riding (kim jongin x reader)

pairing: kim jongin x reader word count: 417 genre: take a guess warnings: description of sexual activities, thigh riding, swearing, jongin being a menace to society a/n: i feel dirty (this ain't a complaint)

jongin moaned as he felt the first stroke of your hips against his bare thigh. he instinctively held your waist, pushing you down further and harder enough so he could feel how soaking wet you were through your panties.

"fuck...", you moaned, throwing your head back. it felt great, but that wasn't enough.

you put yourself up a little bit, just so you could push your panties aside, and then lowered yourself against his thigh again - the feeling of skin to skin feeling so, so much better.

"come on, baby", you heard jongin half groan, half whisper to you, when you didn't move. his hands were on your waist again, and he pushed you back and forth.

the sound both of you made was sinful.

you suddenly grabbed his shoulders for support, fingers tangling on his blue navy shirt. jongin looked at you and smirked at the sight: closed eyes, lips parted, neck shining covered with a thin layer of sweat. your hips didn't stop stroking his thigh since he set it off the action, and for the expression on your face, he knew you were feeling good.

the only sounds to be heard were your moans, jongin's heavy sighs, and the slippery noise of your wetness spreading on him, making it easier to slide back and forth on his now tensed up muscle. the friction felt so good, the way his hands held your waist for dear life felt so good.

he felt so good.

being your lover for such a long time now, jongin knew you; so it was easy for him to see that you were reaching your orgasm when your tug on his shirt got tighter and your movements sloppier.

"don't stop", jongin whispered, hands now taking control of your actions as you clearly couldn't think straight anymore. "keep going. that's it."

you moaned loudly when you felt your body tensing up. you buried your face on the crook of his neck, his amazing cologne mixed with the natural scent of his skin doing nothing to help you hold back your climax.

"let go, baby. cum for me."

"jongin..."

and with that, you came all over his thigh, his tanned skin covered in you.

jongin smiled, despite the growing pain he felt inside his underwear. he felt your body relax against his chest, breathing pace as messed up as your hair and clothes.

"mind helping me out too?", jongin asked you, just before you felt him guiding your hand to inside his boxers.

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justwritedreams · 1 year

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Quite a fall | Jongho

Jongho x Reader

Word count: 2180

Genre: fluff

Author: maari

Warnings: Reader twists her foot, fake monsters. No proofread because I wrote at midnight.

Note: I don't know why but Jongho is wrecking me lately so I was kinda forced to write something with him. This actually happened to me 5 years ago lol but it didn't had a romantic ending.

Summary: Who knew taking a historic fall could feel so good?

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Y/N loved her friends and couldn't live without them.

But the moment it was decided that San and Mingi would go with her to fulfill the bet, she began to wonder why she had accepted it.

And why she still called Wooyoung a friend, since the idea of the two most fearful guys in the group would go with her to the haunted mansion in the amusement park they were at was his.

The amusement park was for the whole family until the sun began to set, at night it was taken over by actors dressed as monsters.

But it wasn't just any monsters, it was Egypt themed. And the mummies were more terrifying than the 90s movie.

And what was the bet? The least brave three had lost at Rock Paper Scissors, and would have to enter the haunted mansion. While the others were outside recording.

However, they were one floor below the mansion because they had gone on the Viking boat earlier, which made her practically lose her voice since besides being afraid of monsters and anything involving horror, she was also afraid of heights.

Y/N grabbed San's arm on one side while the other pushed Mingi to go ahead, the three of them stared at the flight of stairs as it got bigger and bigger.

It wasn't just because the mansion was close but because one of the monsters was at the top of the stairs, scaring anyone who passed by.

"Stop being cowards!" Hongjoong yelled, clearly amused that he wasn't chosen.

"Complain again and you go along with us!" Y/N shouted, turning to face him angrily and saw the boys laughing at him, who raised his hands in surrender and stayed quiet.

"You guys know this is a really bad idea, right?" San spoke, cowering next to Y/N, he gripped her hand tightly as she held onto his arm.

"It's Mingi's fault!" she complained and the taller one stopped, looking at her in disbelief.

"How could I guess?" he asked, trying to hide behind Y/N. "Stop pushing me!"

"You're the tallest, you have to go first!" she said, trying to push him back. "And you bet with Wooyoung, it's obvious he was serious."

"I thought he was talking about the roller coaster." he defended himself.

The bet was simple: with the opening of the park, they divided into groups of three and whoever arrived late would have to face one of their fears, as well as pay for snacks. San, Mingi, Y/N, Yeosang, Yunho and Wooyoung arrived late. And it all came down to rock, paper, scissors.

Mingi was confident to compete against Yunho... and ended up losing.

The three went on high rides and paid for everyone's snacks, until Wooyoung remembered that it was the opening night of the mansion and that the three of them would have to go.

And there the three of them were, afraid to go up the stairs.

For Y/N, she had the perfect plan, she would hide behind Mingi and San, since one was taller than her and the other was stronger, very easy, she wouldn't even need to lift her head to look inside the mansion, all she had to do was stick her face in one of their shirts.

She had just forgotten that they were both as scared as she was.

After several long minutes and the rest of the group shouting that they had to go soon before the park closed, which would happen in two hours, they made it to the halfway point of the stairs.

Y/N didn't even remember her plan anymore, somehow she was leading the way, with San clutching her hand and Mingi on her side climbing slower than her. His legs were longer and yet he was behind.

"No!" San complained as she climbed another step, never taking her eyes off the monster.

"I think it's okay to pass." she replied when she saw the monster turn its back to scare a couple passing by. "He's busy."

Suddenly everything looked like a blur.

Y/N made a move to take a step forward while San and Mingi were behind her very fearful, the monster turned and faced the three. For two long seconds they stared at each other without doing anything and then the monster screamed and pretended to go to them, just projecting its body forward.

It was enough for the three of them to scream and try to run down the stairs. Just try.

Because Mingi went ahead, as he was strategically walking up the stairs slowly, San let go of Y/N's hand and in that half second their bodies blocked her field of vision. Y/N tried to go down at the same speed as San and Mingi but she was already late and her foot didn't settle on the step of the stairs.

With the fright and the vision a little blurred for having turned so fast, her strength was lost and she twisted her foot in a clumsy way and she rolled about three steps.

When she realized what had happened, at the exact moment she heard her name being called, she felt an unbearable pain in her ankle.

She took her hand to the place that seemed to be burning and a sob escaped, she didn't even realize she was crying until she noticed that her friends were running to her.

"Are you ok?" San asked worriedly and held his hand out to her.

But Y/N couldn't speak so she just shook her head.

"Y/N, get up." Mingi spoke and she sobbed again.

"I can't." she complained quietly, feeling her ankle go rigid and in her head there was only one thing going on.

That she had broken her foot.

San bent down to face her better and soon the rest of the group surrounded her.

"Y/N, what happened?" Seonghwa asked.

"I think I broke my foot." she replied between sobs and tried to look at the boys but because of the pain, she couldn't see who was in front of her. "And I think I ripped my pants."

A chorus of low chuckles was heard and she almost laughed.

"Yah, this is not the time to be joking." Wooyoung spoke.

"Can you get up?" Hongjoong asked and she even tried to support her injured palms on the floor but her legs were clearly weak from the fright and the fall.

"No." she replied weakly.

"Isn't it good to call some professional who works here and-" Yeosang's voice gradually faded as Jongho knelt beside her

"I'll carry you, okay?" he asked gently and Y/N nodded, wiping her face.

He put his arm around her knees carefully and the other went around her back, as he lifted her off the ground in his arms, Y/N felt her ankle hurt even more but her face burned not only from the pain but because Jongho was too close.

His breath was so close to her face and he carried her as if she were a feather.

If before her heart was racing because of the fright, now she doesn't even remember the monster.

Jongho took her to a concrete part that covered the root of a tree, she sat down and was now at his height.

"Is anyone going to do anything?" he questioned, looking seriously at his friends.

Yunho and Yeosang volunteered and ran in search of someone to help.

"Can you move your foot?" Hongjoong asked and bent down to help Y/N move.

She even tried but the pain was still intense.

"Ouch no, wait a minute." she screwed up her face and he stopped, looking worried.

"You're going to have to go to the hospital." Seonghwa concluded, crossing his arms and Y/N whined.

"Oh come on!' she snorted and now with her face dry, her eyes partially wet, she could face her friends properly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't argue." Wooyoung spoke and Y/N crossed her arms.

"You know how they put the bone back together? It hurts like hell!"

"Yeah, but it's not like you have a choice if you really broke your foot." San replied.

Y/N was going to look at Mingi but Jongho entered her field of vision, taking off the sweatshirt he was wearing and approached her to tie it around her waist.

Y/N kept her arms crossed but stared at Jongho's face in surprise, everyone was silent and he looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"You really ripped your pants." he explained, nodding towards Y/N and she felt her face heat up once more.

She brought her hand to her cheek slowly so as not to show that she was blushing because of it but seeing Wooyoung staring with a raised eyebrow, she knew it wasn't that subtle.

"Oh no!" she complained when she saw Yunho and Yeosang coming back, what really caught her attention was the ambulance coming after the two.

Wooyoung tried to contain his laughter when he saw the vehicle and was slapped by Seonghwa.

Y/N stared at the ambulance in disbelief that this was actually happening to her.

"I'm not going to ride that thing." she spoke softly and thought no one would hear but Jongho turned to her with a defiant face.

"Why the ambulance?" Hongjoong asked his friends.

"It'll be better to take Y/N to the hospital near here" Yunho explained as the paramedics got out of the ambulance.

"Did you know that there is assistance here at the park?" Yeosang asked, excited by the news. "Apparently that has happened a lot here."

"Come on, Y/N." Jongho approached and she looked pleadingly at him.

"Please."

"You don't want to argue with me now, do you?" he asked seriously and she was quiet.

She took a deep breath, giving up.

"Will you need a wheelchair?" one of the paramedics asked.

Y/N widened her eyes. Oh no, that would be too much for her.

"No!" she replied loudly, and threw her arm around Jongho's shoulder.

She had already been through enough humiliation that day.

She heard Jongho laugh softly as he carried her in his arms again and she glared at him, curious to know what he was laughing at but he didn't seem to want to share it now, and walked towards the ambulance without looking like she was making an effort.

He helped her into the vehicle.

"I refuse to lie on this stretcher, I didn't die!" she said when one of the paramedics indicated the gurney. "I'll sit here." she pointed to the upholstery beside her and the paramedic nodded.

"Will someone accompany you in the ambulance?" he asked, looking at the group of friends.

"I go!" Jongho volunteered first and looked at his friends. "I'll walk her into the hospital."

"We'll get the cars and we'll follow." Hongjoong spoke and the two nodded.

Jongho climbed into the ambulance and sat next to Y/N and the paramedic closed the doors, leaving the two alone in the back.

She took a deep breath and saw Jongho staring at her.

"All good?"

"It's all that stupid monster's fault!" She denied with her head. "Who scares people on the stairs?!"

He smiled discreetly.

"Not the smartest thing I've seen anyone do."

Y/N laughed.

"I bet Wooyoung recorded it, didn't he." she spoke and Jongho bit his lip, something that didn't go unnoticed by her.

"It was quite a fall."

Y/N shook her head and laughed, being followed by Jongho.

The scare was over, even if she was still in pain, she had to admit that it must have been a very funny scene that she would laugh about later.

When she had to rest for who knows how many days.

"You know what that means, right? I'm going to have to keep my foot still for days!"

"Hey, think on the bright side." Jongho pushed his shoulder against Y/N's and she glared at him with a raised eyebrow. "You got 8 slaves and if I were you I would charge Mingi even more because he left you behind on purpose."

"I knew it!' she said, slapping a hand on her thigh and reminded herself that his sweatshirt was tucked around her waist, "Aren't you cold?"

"No, I'm fine." he raised his hand in assurance and she smiled appreciatively.

"Thanks for what you did." she said and brought her face closer to kiss Jongho's soft cheek.

However, he turned his face at the same time and their lips ended up touching lightly.

The two stared at each other in surprise and once again that night, her cheeks burned because of him, shyly she looked away to anywhere in the ambulance. But Jongho brought his hand to her cheek and brought her closer, bringing their lips together again in a quick, soft kiss.

When he pulled away, his hand caressed her cheek and pressed their foreheads together.

"You really worried me."

"Well, looks like it was worth it."

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decantingstxrs · 1 year

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a loud smack rings through the room as his hand makes contact with your bare ass. you bite down hard on your lip to suppress a moan. something about hearing and feeling his hand on you was enough to get you wetter than a river.

“count.”

“o-one.”

“good girl.” he says before spanking you again. and again.

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nirvanawrites111 · 8 months

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Say You Love Me Pt. 2 (Sub!Jongin x Afab!Reader)

Word count: 4129

Genre: Stripper Non Idol AU

Pairing: Sub!Kim Jongin x Y/n! Afab reader, no pronouns are used

Read Part 1

Warnings: Stripper, Y/N is poly with Taemin, Ten, and Kai. But, only sex scenes are with Kai, unprotected sex, Y/N is called daddy, vaginal sex, creampie

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS PLS DO NOT INTERACT.

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You pull up to your mansion the following day after having your rendezvous with your ex-husband. There was just something about being with Jongin that somehow you still can't shake.

You turn your Corvette engine off and sit against the cool leather seat. You already know you will hear an earful from Taemin and Ten about not coming home last night.

Your eyes trail over to your beautiful mansion that once belonged to you and your ex-husband. You remember the day you two moved into your dream home.

Your fingers delicately caress the cool leather of your seat, and memories of last night's escapades are brought to your attention. You missed Jongin's taste and how he likes to call you daddy.

You mutually agreed that last night was just a one-time thing. You want to believe you can behave and hold yourself to that promise.

You step out of your car and grab your heels, jean dress, and your infamous Gucci bag from last night. You left Jongin's townhouse wearing his sweatpants, t-shirt, and Gucci slides. Not to mention, his intoxicating cologne is still on your skin.

Your steps on the marble flooring echo, and you quickly notice everything is exceptionably clean, how you like it. You kick off Jongin's slides near the fish tank.

The fish tank, a monument to Jongin's love for exotic fish, bubbles serenely, and the fish sway around like beautiful dancers.

"I'm home," you shout into your beautiful mansion, and walk into the living room.

The vast living room is bathed in a soft golden hue. Ten and Taemin sit comfortably on the plush, velvety couches, and magazines cover the deep mahogany coffee table in front of them.

Taemin and Ten are engrossed in their own worlds, and they lift their gazes to meet yours.

You quickly notice the intensity in Taemin's eyes, and Ten's display a bit of curiosity. Because why are you dressed in another man's clothes and strolling into the mansion as if nothing happened?

"Long night?" Ten jokes, and breaks the silence among the three of you.

"Uh, you could say that," you reply, trying your best not to sound guilty or obvious that you were with your ex-husband.

"So, where have you been?" Taemin questions you, and his sharp gaze is unwavering.

Taemin is still in his pajamas and has a bowl of cereal in his hand.

Ten is on the other side of and his cute Louie is on his lap.

"Out," you reply. You plop down on the couch across from them.

"You smell like Jongin. Is this what you're doing now?" Taemin adds.

"Yes, I was with him. I'm allowed to fuck my ex-husband if I want to," you reply in defense.

"So, he's taking my spot in more ways than one? I mean, he did walk out on you, so now you've forgiven him like nothing happened?" Taemin presses you.

Taemin isn't wrong in his claims. Things were rocky when Jongin decided he wasn't going to dance at No Manners anymore.

He was your top dancer for over seven years. So, the day he decided he was done dancing was also the day he was done being your husband.

The divorce wasn't messy, and he didn't ask for money. Nor, did he even ask for the house. He respected you and your business to a certain extent. He just wanted more for himself, but it just felt too personal.

"It was a business decision. It's my club, and I can do whatever I want," You insist, and stand firm on the decision that you made with a clear mind.

"So fucking him is a business decision?" Ten vocalizes, and his concern catches you by surprise.

The room seems to close in. You and Taemin are very strongly opinionated. So, you find yourself bumping heads with him pretty often. But, Ten being upset is surprising you.

Why is Taemin pressing you so hard? Sure, you made a selfish decision, but you aren't exactly dating Taemin or Ten. There isn't a label placed on whatever this arrangement is. All you know is that it has worked for the last couple of months.

"That's not what I mean. I mean him being the current headliner is a business decision," you explain.

"Yeah, but he doesn't like working sets with other dancers. Jongin is selfish," Ten further adds to the conversation.

Usually, he isn't the type to get involved in your disagreements with Taemin.

"He doesn't have to work sets with when he's the headliner," you defend Jongin.

"So, are you two getting back together? What does that mean for me and Ten?" Taemin asks.

You are not in the mood for the third-degree this morning. Your mind is still stuck on Jongin bouncing that ass on your strap. You still can't get over how he made you come with his tongue.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss being with Jongin.

You decide this is a little too much for you to deal with right now. You stand up and grab your Gucci bag.

"No one said that. I'm going to shower."

You leave the two of them and head upstairs to your bedroom to retrieve for some solitude. Sure, you could try to explain you still have feelings for your ex-husband.

Not to mention, you did tell Jongin that you loved him last night. Whether it was because of the euphoric feeling you felt dominating him, or you meant it. You told him, and he told you, too.

You're conflicted because if you still love your ex-husband, why are your top two strippers living with you? Are you trying to feel the void you felt when Jongin moved out?

Your mind so desperately wants to find the answer.

You genuinely enjoy sleeping with Taemin and Ten. It's fun for you, and it helps you escape from the feelings of being divorced.

Your mind wanders as you shower, alone in your thoughts.

But, seeing Jongin has done something to you.

You take a much-needed shower and wash the scent of Jongin from your body, and you try to wash him away from your mind.

Last night was something you can't shake. You initiated everything by showing up at his place after the show. You're just not sure what will happen over the next thirty days.

After your shower, you sit on your bed and moisturize your body. Your phone rings, and you stare at it when you see Jongin's name and photo come across it.

You still have a picture of you picking him up and holding him in your arms. It never crossed your mind to change the photo.

You swipe it to life and answer, "Hello?"

"Y/n, how are you?"

"Good, just got out of the shower. What's up?"

"Can you come to the club? I want to practice a bit if that's okay with you. Hopefully, I'm not bothering you."

"No, you're good. I'll be there in 20 mins."

"Thanks, Daddy."

His request isn't strange; many dancers request to come in during the day. But, usually, they go through your assistant.

Maybe Jongin doesn't know that is still the same practice, but either way, you're going back to the club.

He's also pushing it with the "daddy" kink. Jongin knows your weak spot, and he taunting you.

***

You arrive at your club, and pull your car next to Jongin's. You step out of your vehicle, and Jongin is leaning against his.

His ashy gray hair is covered by a Gucci beany, and he isn't wearing any makeup from what you can see, even with shades on. He draped in a simple Gucci tracksuit—nothing unusual for him.

"What's up, Y/n?"

"Nothing. The Lee Twins are mad at you," you tease him.

"Let them hate," Jongin chuckles, and follows you with his duffle bag in tow.

The double doors of "No Manners" swing open with a whisper, revealing the expansive space of the club. With the absence of patrons, the vastness of the place is more pronounced, every detail of its luxe design accentuated in the quiet.

The dim chandeliers cast their opalescent glow across the club, their muted purples and deep blues adding to the quiet allure of the place. It's like stepping into a different world, one that's intimate, seductive, and hushed.

Your feet echo softly against the black marble floor. The main stage stands like an altar. It's where the magic happens. The poles, with their smooth, cool chrome, rise from the stage, reaching up to the ceiling. You can almost hear the faint, ghostly echo of past performances, the cheers, the gasps, the music.

Jongin removes his shoes and jacket to reveal he's not wearing a shirt. Your eyes stare at his chiseled six-pack. He steps out of his pants to show what's underneath. His tiny shorts interestingly catch the light, amplifying the sculpted form of his ass, making it seem like an artwork on display.

You break your attention from his body and ask, "What do you want to practice?"

"Umm, just pole tricks. I was a bit rusty last night."

"You looked amazing to me."

"Right, but there were some things I could improve to be even better."

"Well, get your ass up there and practice. Do you have your music?"

"Yes, can you connect it to the Bluetooth for me?" Jongin hands you his phone, and you see a picture of you and him in front of the mansion as his wallpaper.

You walk to the DJ booth to turn on the sound system.

You connect the phone and turn on his playlist. As the music hits, Jongin stretches his body and climbs up the pole.

He's doing all the usual tricks, and you aren't sure why he thinks he needs to practice. Watching him work the pole is an art form. He makes the shit looks easy and flawless, but you know that it's not simple.

No one is as talented as Kim Jongin when it comes to male strippers. You've searched high and low to find someone to replace him, but no one is as fluid as him. Taemin comes close, but there's just something unique that Jongin brings to the table.

Jongin drops down and hops off the stage. You grab his phone and pause the music.

"You good?" you ask.

Jongin opens his duffle bag. "Yeah, I'm just warming up."

Your eyebrows raise heavenward. "Uh, your warm-up is a main event for a lot of strippers."

"I know, but I'm not them. I'm Kai."

The cockiness has entered the building, and you can't deny that you love it.

"Okay, I see you."

Jongin pulls out a pair of six-inch glass heels. He's never been known as a performer who wears heels. Some of the other strippers do, but not him. You're curious what he plans to do.

"Since, I'm coming back. I want to do this. Not every night, but at least once. A few of my fans have asked me on Instagram to wear them."

"Oooo, your fan," you tease him. "That's cute."

"Yeah, that's why I really want to practice."

"I've never seen you wear heels before. Can you walk in them?"

Jongin laughs at you, puts on the heels, and gets on stage. He walks down the stage to show you that he can wear them. But, can he dance in them?

"C'mon. I wouldn't invite you here if I couldn't. The last thing I need is you roasting me."

"True. So, can you shake your ass though?"

Jongin swings his body around the pole and turns his body upside down, and twerks his ass just to show you that he can literally do anything. He drops down into a split and then crawls over to you.

"What do you think?"

"You look good. Ass looks even fatter than usual."

"Thank you. I've been toning it up."

"It's noticeable."

Jongin wants to continue to work on dancing in heels and turns the playlist back on. You sit back and enjoy the show. He's captivating, and you know why the customers love him so much.

You love to watch him challenging himself to do something that's out of the box for him. Just like anything else he tries, he's a natural in these glass high heels.

Watching Jongin move, the way his body twists, turns, and defies gravity, it's clear why he's irreplaceable. His every move is poetry, a symphony of strength, agility, and raw sensuality. Each drop, twirl, and seductive glance he throws seems to stitch a story, a narrative of passion, of yearning.

After a while, he sits on the edge of the stage, and the music stops.

You stand up and walk over to him standing between his legs.

"What you think, Y/n?"

"Amazing."

"Really?" His eyes, always expressive, widen a bit, sparkling with a bit of disbelief.

"Yes, you're a natural. I wish you would have done this a while ago." Your tone is commanding and contrasts with his gentle disposition, yet he doesn't shy away from you.

"Me, too. I just wasn't comfortable with heels yet. But, I've been practicing, hoping it could lead to a permanent dance opportunity."

"It will. I want you to work in the velvet room this weekend," you announce.

"Yes, daddy." Jongin's voice quivers slightly, using that name for you to convey reverence and a touch of shyness. It makes your heart skip a beat.

"Jongin," you respond. Your tone is gentle yet firm, re-establishing the dynamic between you two.

Your body is swimming with lust. The last thing you want is to fuck him at the club.

Not to mention, you don't even have your Gucci bag. You would be lying if you said you didn't get a little moist watching him dance like that.

"Stop calling me that."

You stare into his eyes, and he jumps down from the stage and stands before you.

The intensity between you two is palpable as you feel the magnetic pull of Jongin, drawing you closer.

"I... I love calling you that," he murmurs, his voice quivering. Gently grasping your hand, he brings it to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, "It's our special thing. You haven't let anyone else have that privilege... have you?"

"No," you confirm.

There's a shy hesitation in Jongin's voice, revealing an undertone of vulnerability as he says, "I haven't performed in the velvet room in quite some time. Can... can I practice with you?"

You remember his apprehension regarding the velvet room. He was always fussy about performing there, perhaps because of its intimate setting. But now, knowing his tenure here is temporary, you want every experience to be perfect. Every memory is to be etched deep.

You want to make sure he's good to go for the velvet room.

"Sure."

Once inside, you reach for the remote, activating the LED lights that bathe the room in a sultry purple hue. You recline on the plush couch, its cushions enveloping you, and a neat stack of crisp bills sits on the table beside, ready to bathe in skin in dollar bills.

But nothing could've prepared you for the moment Jongin steps into the room. Clad only in a thong, his sculpted physique on full display, it's a sight that's intoxicatingly overwhelming.

You didn't bring your Gucci purse because you didn't think anything would happen when Jongin harmlessly asking to practice. He doesn't have the key to the club anymore, so it would only make sense for you to be present.

Jongin struts over to you still in those heels and immediately straddles you, and the music starts playing in the background.

He turns around to reveal his nice firm ass. You toss a bill onto him. It's taking everything inside of you not to grab it.

"Thank you, daddy."

Jongin is pushing you, but you want nothing more than to fuck him nice and hard again. You try to block out that thought and focus on the dance.

The velvet room has strict rules about touching, and you try to make this seem as close to the real thing as possible.

When he shakes his ass in your face, you see he still has your name tattooed on his lower back.

You thought he would have it covered up. Somehow, you didn't notice it last night.

Maybe he had makeup covering it for the show, but it's on full display.

The more Jongin grinds on you, the more your pussy throbs for him. Why does he have to do this to you? Why does he have to look good like this?

Jongin gets in your lap and wraps his arms around you. "I want you."

"Of course, you do. But, this is a private dance in the Velvet room, and I'm just a paying customer."

"Fuck me.. it'll be just between us."

"Jongin.. please," you moan slightly out. You hate being tempted like this. You want to resist your ex-husband so badly, but you just can't. Everything inside of you is screaming that you want him, need him, desire him.

Sure, you have the Lee Twins to please you at your beck and call. But, they aren't Jongin. They don't make you feel the way he does.

"Have me again... I need you."

You stand up and place Jongin on the couch. You grab his thong and rip it off his body. You toss the flimsy material over your shoulder.

"What do you want, Jongin? Tell me."

"Fold me up like a pretzel and fuck me," Jongin whines.

You know exactly what he's talking about. You adjust his body against the couch, and he holds his legs back for you as you position yourself to fuck him in one of your favorite positions, Amazon.

His nude body is perfect in your eyes. Seeing your ex-husband offering himself to you like you're some god is iconic in a sense.

You inch down onto his dick until you feel the fullness of his length stretch you a bit. You like that even though you don't have your strap, you are still in control in this position.

You love having a beautiful man submit to you and give themselves to you entirely. There is nothing more satisfying than having him inside of you again.

It is such a sacred act to share with the man that you still share a last name with. You've been telling yourself that you haven't change your last name because of the process. But, you know that it's because you still love Jongin.

As you stare down at him, he looks like a beautiful angel waiting to be devoured by sin herself. You wait for a few moments before you make any adjustments as time stands still.

No words are exchanged between you and him. But, you can feel the energy radiating between the two of you. There's so much love, not to mention lust, that is present.

"I haven't stopped loving you," Jongin takes a breath as you begin to move on his length. You place your hands against his as he's holding back his legs for you.

"I feel the same way," you immediately reply.

Your body rocks slowly as you work yourself on his dick. Soft moans escape from the lips of your angel, Jongin. You feel a bit satisfied with how you are making him feel.

"Am I still yours... daddy?" Jongin asks you.

"Yes.." you moan. At this point, hearing him call you that is sending you over the edge. You don't want this feeling to be over already.

It's a question he asked you last night. Your ego gave him an answer, but the truth is he's always been yours. Even after things ended and you tried to move on to the Lee Twins. He's never left your mind.

You lean down and slip your tongue into his mouth as you fuck him nice and slow.

Your sweet Jongin spreading his legs for you and letting you dominate him this way has you feeling powerful as shit.

The moment's intensity fuels your desire, making you crave more of him. Every touch and moan between you both ignites a fire within, as if time stands still.

It's a connection that transcends physical pleasure, reminding you of your undeniable bond with Jongin.

The room fills with the sounds of your passionate reunion, as the boundaries between past and present blur once more.

Jongin holds his legs up, and your bounce on his dick while you hold the back of the couch.

"Come inside of me, baby. I know you can do it."

"Anything to please you."

Jongin's eyes lock with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The moment's intensity heightens as you both surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

The two of you release together and collapse into each other's arms, breathless and sated. The room is filled with a lingering sense of connection and intimacy, as if time itself has stood still in this moment of pure bliss.

"Fuck, Jongin. I love you so much."

"I love you, more."

***

The next night, the club is open again, and everything runs smoothly. Word has gotten out that Kai is back, and there are more people here early to glimpse the main attraction, Kai.

The soft hum of bass from the club's speakers is barely audible in the distance, providing a muted soundtrack to the intimate setting of your office.

You are in your office counting the money you've received from some of the newer strippers and putting it away when Taemin walks into your office.

"Hi, baby," you greet him warmly.

Under the room's subdued lighting, Taemin's fishnet dress gleams, casting playful reflections. His black leather ankle boots, studded with metal, give his look an edgy finish. His smokey eyes and bold, dark lips enhance his striking features.

You stand up, and you walk over to him. You kiss him on the lips and close the door behind him. You push him against the door, and your hands fall around his waist.

"Hi.." Taemin's voice, usually so confident, came out as a soft whimper, causing you to look up from the glitter bottle.

"What can I do for you?" you ask.

"Umm, can you put glitter on my back and legs? Ten usually helps me, but he's already on the floor."

Taking the bottle from him, you reply, "Sure."

You put the body glitter all over his legs and back. It's something you wouldn't do for the other dancers. But, because you and Taemin have an intimate relationship, you don't mind.

"Goddess?" he whispers.

"Yes."

"Are you still mad at me for smoking the other night?"

"No, I was never mad. I was disappointed, yes. It was supposed to be your night as a solo headliner. You know that's an important spot to fill."

You sit on the edge of your desk.

"But, the thing is, I'm not Kai, and I never will be."

"But, Tae, you are an amazing dancer in your own right. I don't compare you two. Because that's the nature of the business, it's never about my personal feelings. It's about what's going to make the club the most money. He's only here temporarily."

"I understand."

"So, don't trip, okay?"

There's a knock at the door, and both you and Taemin look up.

"I'll see you later," Taemin kisses you on the lips and walks out without acknowledging Jongin.

"Hey, boss. I'm working the velvet room, tonight like you asked," Jongin interrupts you as he walks into your office.

"Perfect."

"I want to take you out for lunch tomorrow. Is that okay?"

You sigh. "Jongin.. what are we doing? We're not married anymore. All of this is very reminiscent of our marriage. Fucking in the velvet room, going on dates. You know I'm seeing the Lee Twins."

"You're in an official relationship with them?"

"Not officially, but they've been staying with me for the last couple of months."

"Oh, well. If they don't belong to you. What's wrong with us hanging out?"

"Jongin, this is a lot. I know I shouldn't have asked you to return after you were adamant about leaving this lifestyle. I want to see you live out your dreams."

"I don't want to live them if I can't do with you."

Your heart drops in your chest as he reveals that revelation. You knew there were still some possible feelings between the two of you.

"Jongin. I want to be part of your life, too. But, I don't know what this means for us."

"Be with me again."

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jonglo · 6 months

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Sitting on the sofa, watching a movie as you hear the door unlock faintly behind you. Jongin steps in the door with heavy feet before making his way down the hall to you. Throwing himself on the sofa, he places his head on your lap.

"Long day?" you ask softly.

Jongin only replies with a hum and within a few seconds he is fast asleep. You soon meet the same fate due to his soft breaths and warmth.

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eomayas · 11 months

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D appointment • kji (pt. 1)

part two can be found here.

pairing: jongin x f!reader, fwb relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! bit of fluff if you close one eye and tilt your head

synopsis: reader leaves her friends for a last minute dick appointment with a hot man

warnings: p in v, riding, against wall, facial (kinda), oral (f receiving) multiple orgasms, cocky/sweet/mean/teasing jongin! mentions of alcohol, but no drunkenness

jongin: u busy?

you smirk at your phone and down the shot sitting in front of you. “excuse me, ladies, but duty calls,” you say to your four friends, standing up and grabbing your bag off of the back of your chair.

“no! we’ve barely done shots!” your friend sana protests, grabbing onto your hands.

you stick out your bottom lip. “sorry, bae, but i really have to go,” you say, trying to pull away.

“for the what? to do what?” she questions, frowning up at you.

you can only smirk. “jongin,” you say, booping her on the nose and then pulling yourself out of her grasp. you know it’s fucked up to leave your closest friends for a dick appointment, but worse things could definitely happen, and they have to understand—it’s not just any dick, its dick that has you walking funny the next morning. “so sorry to leave like this, but dick awaits.” you say, blowing kisses to your friends before leaving the bar, their groans and sounds of disapproval be damned.

you stand on the side of the building and call an uber that arrives quickly. you hop in the back and reply to jongins message, your nails flying over the screen.

y/n: be there in 10

the entire uber ride, you check you appearance and reapply your lipgloss. it’s not that you needed to look good for jongin, but you wanted to. and to admit, you were nervous—you were always nervous every time you met jongin, even though it was multiple times a week and you’d done thing more than ten times so far. you meet him mostly at night, sometimes during the day, never in the morning, but always after 12pm. but you still managed to get jittery beforehand.

the uber pulls up to his apartment building, and you thank them and get out. you attempt to pull down your tiny poster girl dress, but it just slides back up as you walk over to the door and buzz his apartment. “y/n, is that you?” his voice asks through the intercom.

“yes. let me in, it’s cold,” you say, but there’s barely a breeze. the buzzer pops and you quickly enter the building and make your way to the elevator. the ride is quick, him only living on the third floor, and the walk is even shorter.

you knock and a few seconds later, he answers the door, in a white tank top, jeans, and hat. “hi,” you say, giving him a quick hug as you walk in.

“you look nice—what do you want to call this? is this a dress?” he asks, loosely holding your hand as his eyes roam over your figure.

“mhm,” you say, looking up at him. he licks his lips and raises his eyebrows.

“you always dress like this when you go out? or is this just for me?” he asks mockingly and your roll your eyes, spinning around on your toes to look at him. he can’t help but drop his gaze to your chest, where three giant cut outs expose your chest and the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.

“does it matter?” you ask, gently pushing his chin upwards. jongin looks you in the eye and nudges you against the all before dropping to his knees in front of you.

“guess not,” he says, pushing your dress up so it bunches around your waist. you sigh and mold your back against the wall, butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as he presses his fingers against your core, the material sticking to you for a bit. jongin wastes no time helping you out of them before dragging two fingers through your slit, and then pushing them inside you.

you sigh and brace yourself against the wall, looking down at him and biting your bottom lip. before you know it, his fingers are replaced with his mouth and you gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth and tilting your head back.

jongin licks and sucks, pressing his tongue into your hole. you drop the hand from your mouth push his hat off, tangling your hands in his hair. you pull at his roots, moaning out his name. you make the mistake of looking down at him, seeing as he’s already looking up at you, his eyes wide. your mouth falls open and you can feel him smirk against you. “j-jongin,” you pant, putting a leg on his shoulder.

he flicks his tongue against your clit and your vision goes spotty for a second. jongin feels your body tense and continues his ministrations, adding his fingers to the mix to push you over the edge. but he doesn’t let you get all of the way there, pulling away when your vision starts to blur just the way you like, and your legs feel weak.

it’s rude, and you gasp in horror. “fuck you! i was close!” you cry, your eyes never leaving him as he stands up and unzips his pants. you frustratedly put your hand between your legs, trying to get yourself off but you know that it’s not going to work since he’s already been down there, and it’s his and his mouth that you want.

“were you?” he asks, removing your hand from in between your legs and turning you around, pressing you into the wall. you close your eyes and put an arch in your back, waiting for him to push himself in. because he’s sweet, he doesn’t waste your time and pushes himself in with a grunt.

“oh, jongin!” you mewl, meeting his thrusts as he rocks his hips into you. he grips your hips tightly, giving himself more leverage with fucking into you.

“best pussy i’ve ever had, fuck,” he groans into your ear, slipping a hand between to the front of you to rub at your clit. you arch your back deeper at his words, reveling in the feeling of his hips slapping against your backside. the curve in his dick his that spot nicely, and has you seeing stars. “shit, y/n.” he says, rubbing on your clit faster.

he pounds into you, your cheek smooshing against the wall. your mouth is permanently dropped open, only sound you emit being breathy moans and his name. you lift one of your legs, that earlier feeling coming back into the pit of your stomach. jongin catches your leg, holding it up and widening his stance so he can get you back to the place he rudely took away from you.

“jongin, please, i’m c-close!” you beg, your chest heaving up and down as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. he’s nice, always has been to you, so he speeds up his thrusts. “shit, shit!” you cry out, that euphoric feeling washing over you as you release onto him.

“that’s right,” he grunts, still pounding into you, holding you securely around the waist with one arm while the other gropes your chest. “cum all over this dick, y/n. it’s yours.” jongin kisses your neck, his thrusts getting shallower as he feels himself getting closer. you shake in his grasp, the feeling too much, and you’re grateful when he pulls out and cums on your ass, his voice low as he curses.

“is your face okay?” he asks when you both take a moment to catch your breath. you face him and he turns the cheek that was pressed against the wall towards him. it’s red, but it doesn’t look like any real damage was done. “does it hurt?” he asks, dragging his finger tips across it lightly.

you shake your head and pull him close to you. “good. sorry ‘bout it,” he says, giving your cheek a kiss and then pressing one on your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck and let your mini make out session last a bit longer.

but jongins hard member rests heavily against your thigh, and you still have enough energy for another round. so he puts his hands underneath your ass and hoists you up, sliding into you easily. his strength and frame are contradicting. he’s skinny, as are his arms, so when you met him and agreed to start fooling around, you weren’t sure about wall sex, or even riding him, the fear of being dropped or hurting him too prevalent, until one night he told you stop bullshitting and showed you how much a skinny guy could do.

“fuck, jongin, you feel so good!” you hold onto his shoulders, grabbing at the hair at the nape of his neck. he concentrates on fucking you deep, his stamina decreasing quicker than he really intended. you can tell, so you say, “is that all you got?” yanking at his hair.

jongin looks up at you with a face that says i’m giving you EVERYTHING, but slides you down the wall and starts driving his hips upward, hitting that perfect spot again and making you scream out his name. “this enough for you?” he grunts, his hands holding onto you right enough to leave marks. “fuck, y/n. i need you to come.” he groans, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to hold himself back from coming before you.

you push his hair out of his eyes and rub on your swollen clit with your fingers. it doesn’t take much, between your rubbing and his thrusting, to make you reach your climax, it springing on you quicker than you had anticipated. it’s not as intense as the first, but you can’t feel your legs.

jongin quickly sets you down and you fall to your knees, your legs too weak to hold you up at the moment. “open,” he says, his dick in front of his face as he pumps his hand up and down.

you do as asked, your mouth wide open and ready to take whatever he gives you. ropes of his cum land on your tongue and you keep your mouth open until he’s done. you swallow, keeping your eyes on him, and he breathes heavily as he watches you. jongin never made you swallow, and didn’t feel any type of way when you spit the first time you gave him head. but ever since the first time you swallowed his cum, he’s found a new kink for it. he likes watching you do it, it turns him on every time.

jongin helps you up onto shaky legs, one of his hands on the small of your back. “i’m not done with you yet,” he says, looking down into your eyes.

“i’m tired!” you whine, holding onto him. he shrugs and you pout, hoping it’ll change his mind.

“nah, you were talking shit to me. it’s your turn to prove yourself, ms. ‘is that all you got?’,” he says, slapping your ass. you only frown up at him and he gives you a shit eating grin. “let me see your foot.” he says, and you lift your leg up, holding onto him tightly as you wobble standing on one foot.

he puts your leg on his knee and unbuckles your heels for you. it’s weirdly intimate, and you ignore the pang in your heart as he gently pulls off your shoes, holding onto your ankle delicately. “thank you,” you say, wiggling your toes.

jongin nods and pull you close to him by the ass. he looks down into your eyes, and you feel like exposed under his gaze so you quickly close the distance between you and slide s hand up the back of his tank top. “you’re not getting out of this,” he mumbles against you, pulling away to raise an eyebrow at you.

“my legs hurt,” you say as he walks you backwards to the living room.

“aw,” he says, not a hint of sincerity in his voice. while he was sweet, he can still get competitive (and mean). jongin takes a seat on the couch and beckons you toward him, spreading his legs wide and holding onto the base of his dick.

you sigh and pull your dress off the rest of the way, and let it fall to the floor. you ignore jongins piercing gaze as his eyes roam over your naked body, and lower yourself onto his lap. you lift your hips up so you can slide him in, and your lips part as you take him from this angle.

letting out a breath, you sink lower onto him, holding onto his shoulders for support. “you’re moving awfully slow,” he says, pulling your hair.

“shut up,” you say, starting to move up and down on him. he rolls his eyes and laces his hands behind his head, looking at you lazily. “take this off.” you whine, pulling at his tank top. he obliges, and you rest your hands on his bare chest as you start to pick up the pace.

but your legs start to burn as quickly as you start, and after a few minutes, you’re practically just sitting on him, your chest pressed against his. “that’s all you got for me? you dont like me anymore?” he asks, holding you by the neck.

you shake your head. “my legs hurt!” you complain, grinding down on him. it only feels good for you, and you both know it, so he lets you do it for awhile longer before he gets tired.

“and you had the nerve to talk shit to me, but you can’t even ride me for longer than a minute,” he says, thrusting up into you harshly. you curse and try to match his pace with your own hips, but he quickly shuts that down. “you just sit there and let me take care of you.” he grunts, basically granting you to be a pillow princess for the rest of the night.

jongin keeps true to his word and manually bounces you on him, and soon you’re both cumming for the third time tonight. he proves to be officially worn out when even his arms can’t hold you much longer, and he melts into the couch.

you kiss his cheek before pulling yourself off of him, and grab your dress. you pull it on and walk down the hall to retrieve your underwear and the rest of his clothes. “you want me to drive you home?” he asks when you hand him his bottoms.

“please?” you ask, pulling on your underwear. you can’t help but collapse onto the couch, your body exhausted.

he looks down at you as he stands up to pull on his jeans, his eyebrows furrowed. “why are you resting when i did all the work?” he asks. you flip him off and he smiles.

“shut up, you didn’t even do much,” you lie. he scoffs and shakes his head at you.

“oh jongin, jongin, fuck me jongin!” he mocks, imitating how he thinks you sound.

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “you can make fun of me all you want, but i’m the best pussy you’ve ever had,” you say, standing up from the couch and pointedly looking him in the eye.

jongin doesn’t argue or deny you statement, just smiles to himself and watches you as you put on your heels. you can feel his eyes on you, so you don’t turn around when you ask him if he’s ready to drop you off.

he grabs his keys and jacket and you two exit his apartment. jongin wraps an arm around your waist, surprising you. “you look like bambi right now,” he says, glancing down at you.

all you can do is blush and lean into him, enjoying his embrace. you guys make it down to the lobby after a short elevator ride, and go out to the parking garage to get into his BMW.

the drive is short, and you guys make small talk the entire time. he pulls up in front of your condo quicker than you thought, and you unbuckle your seatbelt.

you open the door, ready to get out, but he stops you. “come here,” he says, pulling you back to him. you’re confused, and become even more shocked when he plants a goodnight kiss on your lips. you guys rarely kiss outside of hooking up, and when you part ways, it’s just a goodbye hug, or nothing but words.

pulling back, you’re a bit stunned but find the words to say goodnight, and your legs to let you out. you expect him to drive away when you step out of the car, but instead he waits for you to unlock your door, and honks once, as if to say goodbye, before he speeds off.

he’s just full of surprises.

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peachesvanilla · 1 year

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Kisses #1

pairing: Jongin x reader

genres: pure fluff(this close to crying while writing... been months since I am satisfied with my fluff writing..MONTHS), friends to lovers

inspiration: Jongin and list of kisses I found on pinterest.

Jongin is a ray of sunshine. This sentence falls short before his warmth embrace, beaming grin, shiny eyes and lively aura. Like the sun rarely appearing in winter, gravitating every human to animal, to be under his rays, Jongin grabs everyone’s attention as he struts in the college campus.

And I, a weakling just like everyone else, finds my steps leading towards him. Trying to snatch a piece of his attention, bask in his presence and have my own epiphany. The worst thing about having him as a friend is staying stuck in that position for a long long time.

Sometimes in the middle of the night when our phone conversations turn deep, sharing our innermost conflicts and pains I wonder if we weren’t grouped for a project would it be any different? Would he have seen me as a girl instead of his friend who needs help in everything? Would I be in the mainstream rather than a sideline?

“Where are you lost?” Jongin snaps his fingers at my face breaking me out of my thoughts, more like obsession. “Lost in that pretty mind of yours?” His brown eyes shine under the direct stream of sunlight, bringing out the honey shade and oozing out the warmth. Dressed in a hoodie, his hair a mess from constantly pulling up the hoodie cap and removing it, his familiar perfume makes it hard not to fall for him a little harder everyday.

“Nothing.” I push his hand off my face, slowly reeling my chair little by little away from his. “Thinking about the assignment.”

He nods understandingly, folding his arms across his chest. The movement brings out the firmness of his chest, broadness of it and the many nights I spent wondering how it would be laying on his chest.

“It's a difficult one.” He ponders, zoning off into the high walls of the library. “Maybe our procedure is wrong and we have to tackle it using a different method?”

“Yeah.” I don’t even remember the question but whatever gets him off me helps. One thing about knowing Jongin for so long is, he won’t let go until I dish out all of my worries that are disturbing my peace. I had to come up with a hundred lies to just cover my one truth. That is, I am slowly falling in love with him. “Maybe.”

He rests his arm on the back of my seat, rolling me towards him. “I don’t feel like studying.” He mumbles, his face a few inches away from mine as he looms over me. “Can we go out?” His eyes run across my face with hope. “Please?”

My cold heart comes alive, beating louder, faster. He is so close, his lips just a breath away. What if I lean in and get a taste of the forbidden lips. Is the pain worth the taste? My heart whispers a yes, while my mind is hyperventilating on how he isn’t interested in me as a lover and just sees me as one of his boys. Having him around is far better than getting shut by a mere kiss.

But the heart screams yes when his eyes dip to my lips for a fraction of a second. Almost as if it never happened. I lean in, pressing my lips onto his soft, full lips. My heart leaps out of my chest, my fingers curl into fists on my lap and my brain is void of any thoughts. His lips are more than what I thought of, softer than a baby skin and bringing the storm and peace at once.

I move back from his lips, his taste lingering on mine and I pick up the courage to look at his face. His eyes are closed, his breathing uneven, lips shiny from my lip balm and parted. Slowly he opens his eyes, watching me intently. I wait for him to leave with a disappointed look and saying he didn’t expect this from me. His eyes trail to my cheeks, the strand of hair falling on my face and then pauses on my lips for a long time. His arm around my chair drags me closer to him, my knee pressing into his thigh, and another arm hesitantly lying on top of my thigh.

He sucks in a breath and leans in, kissing me. I gasp, this can’t be happening. Does he.. does he see me as a girl? He presses his lips harder, his eyebrows scrunched in the middle, eyes closed. I arch to his height, sitting straighter in greed to get more of him. His hand holds my neck as he moves his lips in a slow rhythm. He grips my thigh, leaning in, sucking my lower lip and holding me in place holding my neck. The moment prolongs for a minute, I press his hand and he breaks the kiss, letting me breathe.

He brushes his nose against mine, watching my expression. A slow shy smile spreads across his lips, he rubs his thumb over my heated cheeks. Pecking my lips one more time, he leans back in his chair spreading his arms and throws back his head grinning. “Shit.”

What should I do now? Talk about it or go about it as if the kiss never happened? But his swollen lips and shine on it tells another story. How can I pretend when—

“Let’s go.” He packs his bag and also mine within seconds, holding out his hand for me.

I hold his hand, his hand completely engulfing mine. My steps falter, hair on my neck standing. Every single student’s eyes are on us. My heart drops to my stomach, he is Jongin of course everyone’s attention will be on him but the amount of hate, jealousy and smirks we are receiving is overwhelming.

He grips on my hand, “what do you want to eat?”

“Anything is good with me.” I reply, wanting to get out of here as soon as I can.

“Okay.” He swings our intertwined hands and hums through our entire walk and even till reaching the fast food center. And his beaming smile? It never fades, instead it got brighter.

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