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minniesmutt · 3 days
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     “You home baby?” Jeongin called into the apartment.
     “Bedroom.” he heard her call back
     The idol made his way up to the bedroom, finding her folding their laundry. He came up behind her and held her hips as he kissed her temple, “Hi.”
     “Hi,” Y/n greeted as she turned her head to him, pecking his lips
     “Bought the mask before I left work,” He told her as he sat on the bed and took over the folding so she could start putting the clothes away
     “You did?!” Y/n asked
     “Yeah,” Jeongin said as she walked back over to the bed and he pulled her down onto his lap, “Tell me what you want me to do to you in it.”
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     It was eerily silent in the apartment. Y/n was used to the silence of the apartment. Something was just off about today but she tried not to think about it. Setting her stuff down, slipped off her shoes and walked to her room. Ready to shower and crawl into her bed. 
     Y/n made her way into the en-suite bathroom and turned on the water, letting it heat up as she stripped out of her work clothing. Tossing the clothes in the hamper and getting in the shower. Washing away the day of work and stress. The weird feeling lingered in the back of her head for the entire duration of her shower. 
     Y/n grabbed a towel from the rack next to her shower. Wrapping her body before stepping out of the shower. She walked back into her room to put on some pajamas and go to sleep. That was her plan but nothing wanted to go as planned for her today.
     As soon as she reached her closet to pull something out, her mouth was covered and pulled back against someone. She screamed into whatever was covering her mouth while trying to keep her towel up at the same time and fight back     
     “Keep fighting and see where that gets you.” A deep voice said in her ear.
     Fight or flight had already kicked in her and it wasn’t stopping as she tried getting him off her but he had strength over her. He pushed her forward onto the bed before turning her onto her back and standing between her legs. All the movement loosened the towel on her.
     “Let me—” Before she could finish her sentence, a hand was gripping her throat tight. Killing any words in her throat.
     “Just don’t know how to listen do you, dumb slut.”
     Y/n tried pulling his hand away from her neck and trying to use her legs to kick him off. The only thing her actions did was unravel the towel from her body. Which the intruder noticed before she did.
     His free hand moved and groped one of her tits and Y/n froze. Finally seeing the elongated white and black mask hiding his face. But she could tell he was smiling as he squeezed the mound.
     Not even a second later, he pulled the towel out from under her and turned her back on her stomach. Pushing her knees under her as he got behind her and pulled her head back. “Walking around with nothing but a towel on, begging for anyone to bend over and use.” He groaned in her ear.
     “No,” Y/n whined as his other hand went between her legs, fingers finding her clit.
     “Hm?” He asked while she was squirming against him from the stimulation on the bud.
     Y/n grabbed onto his wrists to try and pull him away from her but he was quicker to push her back down on the bed. Holding her head down into the mattress as his other hand moved back behind her before coming down on her cunt. 
     Y/n screamed into the mattress as two fingers prodded her hole. “All wet. Could slip a cock inside this tight fucking hole with no problem.”
     All her protests were muffled as she tried pushing up against him. His fingers moved deeper into her and curled up into her walls as she tried to bite back a moan.
     “Trying to watch yourself get fucked?” He teased before pulling her back up and moving their position. Sitting on the edge of the bed and putting her in his lap, her legs hanging over his.
     He grabbed her chin and made her look forward. Y/n realized he had them right in front of her full-length mirror. Y/n tried covering herself with her hands but he didn’t let that last long. Managed to pull his belt from his wrists and bind her wrists together behind her back before his fingers were plugging her up again.
     “There we go. Now you’re just a complacent little fuck doll,” He said behind her.
     Y/n whined as his fingers picked up a quick pace fucking her open. His hand that held her jaw came up and pried her mouth open. Sticking his fingers in her mouth so she couldn’t hide any of her noises from him. 
     Y/n clenched around his fingers just for him to slow down the pace or change it altogether. Whining as he would switch from fucking the digits into her to curling them up against her walls. Taking them out a couple of times and spreading her slick around her folds and her clit.
     Y/n tried closing her eyes. Hoping it was a dream but the harsh slap on her clit told her it was reality. Her eyes snapped open as he shoved his fingers further into her mouth. Droll dripping down her chin.
     “Can’t handle having just a couple fingers in you?” He asked, slipping three fingers into her
     Y/n moaned as the fingers fucked into her and he took his other hand out of her mouth. His hand smeared her saliva over her chest before groping her chest again. Fingers rolling each nipple between his fingers. Y/n clenched around the fingers inside her and arched her back as he pinched her nipple.
     “Gonna cum on my fingers,” He teased behind her
     “No,” Y/n moaned
     “Hm? You know you want to. I’ll fuck you nice and full if you cum.”
     Y/n whined as his fingertips prodded at the soft spot inside her. Very quickly unraveling the knot that formed in her stomach. Cumming on the man’s fingers as she squirmed in his lap.
     “Good girl,” he groaned, fingers continuing to fuck her through the high. Not stopping while she came down either
     “‘S too much,” Y/n whined
     “Yeah? Seem’s like you can take it,” he whined as struggled in his lap.
     Somehow his pace picked up more. Y/n bit her bottom lip as he worked her quickly to another orgasm. Blinding her with how fast it was building. Trying to pull her arms out of their restraints as he kept going and toying with her breasts. 
     “No more. Please!” Y/n begged 
     “Hm?” he asked and Y/n could hear him grinning behind the mask. “Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this. Getting fucked open like a whore and watching.”
     Y/n whined in response before she was throwing her head back and cumming again. He pulled his fingers out this time and watched as her lower half shook. 
     He pushed her back against him and managed to slip his hard cock out of her. Y/n whined as the shaft stood straight against her. Trying to get away
     “Let’s see how many times you can squirt,” he said as he maneuvered her to sink onto his dick. 
     Y/n had barely processed what happened to her last orgasm till he looked down to see her floor wet. Her whole body heated up as his fingers traveled to her clit. Rubbing the neglected bud and making her clench around the cock sitting in her
     “Fuck!” Y/n groaned
     His pace on her clit was relentless. His other hand had moved up and grabbed her neck again. Y/n gasped and squeezed around him as he squeezed her neck. 
     “Just a little cock whore aren’t you,” He groaned in her ear. 
     Y/n shook her head ‘no’ as she bucked her hips forward a bit.
     “No? You’re the one riding my dick now.”
     Y/n closed her eyes again as the knot tightened more and bucked her hips forward again. Legs feeling shaky over his as he rubbed her clit more and more till the knot snapped again. 
     “What a good whore,” he smiled as he gently slapped her clit a few times as rode out high on him. 
     “plea…” Y/n cried as he loosened his grip on her neck. He let her catch some air. 
     He said nothing as he pushed her legs to the floor. Making her stand on slightly wobbly legs as he held her bound wrists to keep her up. Cock easily slid back into her.
     “Eyes forward,” he commanded as slapped her ass
     Y/n whined and lifted her head. Locking eyes with the mask in the mirror as he chuckled. “Look at those tears.”
     Y/n tried blinking away the tears from her eyes as he stuffed two fingers back in her mouth. Degrading praises fell past the mask to her ears as he hammered into her. Her walls pulsed around him the sensitivity of her first two fingers’ orgasms. 
     Pleas fell on deaf ears— not like she could do much talking with how he was fucking her and his fingers in her mouth. 
     “Gonna fill this hole up. Leave you nice and full for the next person to use.”
     Y/n whined as she tried moving away from him with no luck, again. “Yeah? Like the thought of being used by whoever walks in? Maybe I’ll leave you nice and pregnant. Make sure everyone knows you belong to someone already.”
     Y/n squeezed the cock inside of her as more tears flowed freely from her eyes. The dick inside her twitched with each thrusting before white was painting her walls. His hard thrusts slowed while he pulled her back against him. Pulling his wet fingers out of her mouth and circling her swollen clit again. 
     Y/n let out a moan and leaned forward. Begging as best she could to stop. That it was too much but he was relentless. Playing with her poor clit till he had finished dumping inside her. His slow deep thrusts never stopped even when the knot in her stomach snapped again. Squirting on him again before the mask was ripped off her boyfriend’s face. 
     Jeongin threw the mask behind him on the bed and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend while she came down from her high. “You did so good baby,” Jeongin said as he kissed her shoulder 
     He sat down with her in his lap and untied her wrist, “Innie…”
     “I’m right here. Innies got you.”
     Y/n whined as he gently pulled her off his dick and laid her back on the bed. “More…”
     “No more right now pretty,” Jeongin gently kissed her lips, “Your legs were shaking. How about we clean up and cuddle?”
     “But I feel empty now.”
     “We’ll clean up then you can have me back inside you and we’ll watch that new drama. Okay?”
     Y/n nodded and let her boyfriend help her clean up. Getting her in the bath while he cleaned up the room from their scene. He joined her after and helped her wash up a bit before they were getting out. He wrapped them both in towels and led her to the bed.
     “No clothes,” Y/n whined as he grabbed some pajamas from their closet. 
     “I don’t want you getting cold baby,” Jeongin told her, yet complied with her request anyway. Making sure they were both dry before getting under the clean sheets. 
     The idol turned on the show before pulling her against him and slowly pushing his cock back into her as he promised. 
     “Your breeding kink was showing by the way,” Y/n told him after some time 
     “I’m not sorry. Need everyone to know who you belong to,” Jeongin teased and kissed her cheek.
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thefantasyden · 2 days
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hi hi, u wanted to request first the bdsm drabbles! Could you do Seungmin x Jeongin x Reader (threesome) with a Sub reader. With “Bff member(s) are curious about something and asks you, and could the phrase be “you were always mine/ours”? thank you 🫶🏾
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"So what do we do next?" Jeongin mumbles from between your thighs where he sits patiently beside Seungmin, both of them staring up at you with sparkling eyes. Your core was laid bare in front of them, ripe for the taking.
"Just use your tongues. Come on, you know how to give head!"
Seungmin whines at you, earning a slap to his thigh from Jeongin, who doesn't hesitate to lean in, draping your thighs over his shoulder as he mouths at your clit.
Seungmin is quick to follow, his own tongue meetin Jeongins as the two cover your already dripping pussy with their saliva, Jeongins fingers joining the mix as he presses two of them deep inside you, massaging against your gspot.
They only last so long lapping at your clit before Jeongin is pushing you back onto the couch, pausing only to seek your approval before pressing his cock into you, the stretch causing you to squeeze around him as you're distracted by Seungmins own cock meeting your lips, his sweet voice urging you to open your mouth for him.
"Look at you." Jeongin moans in awe, staring down at your face as he rolls his hips into yours. "You're being so good to us."
You're whimpering around Seungmins length, drool dripping down your chin as he begins to thrust into your mouth like he was desperate to see how much you could take.
"It's like you were made for us, hm?"
You moan your agreement and are rewarded with greedy hands groping at your hips and chest as your boys slowly lose the small amount of self-control they had when you'd started your experiment.
Jeongin has a cocky smirk plastered across his face when your hand meets his thigh, your fingers digging in to his flesh.
"You were always ours."
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felixbrownies143 · 17 hours
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I.N- Behind The Door
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➳Pairing: Kindergarden teacher!Jeongin x single mom!afab!reader
➳ Warnings: Smut ⋆ Age-gap, prev!jeongin, virgin!jeongin, switch!reader and switch!jeongin, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, overstimulations, creampie, the word 'punishment' is mentioned
(Let me know if I've missed something!)
➳ Word Count: 7,8k
➳ Synopsis: He has tried to avoid you as much as possible but there's one thing he can't seem to avoid, to peak on you. And even though you caught him, to his surprise, you never closed the door, leaving it open just enough for him to catch glimpses of you whenever he pleased. It was a dangerous game of cat and mouse, one that Jeongin knew he shouldn't be playing. But he can't seem to stop himself. And once again he finds himself standing behind that door when your voice broke the silence "Why don't you enter when you're already here?"
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"Byeol, sweetheart, listen to me, okay?" You kneel down, gently holding Byeol's tiny hands in yours, his eyes filled with tears.
"Mommy needs to step out for a little while, but I promise I'll be back soon. Can you promise me you'll behave while I'm gone?" you continue softly, your voice filled with reassurance.
"NO DON'T WANT TO, YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME AGAIN. YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME LIKE DAD DID!" Byeol's voice cracks as tears stream down his chubby cheeks. His scream gets everyone's attention on the both of you. You could feel the rush of embarrassment and anger wash over you when you saw everyone's judgy eyes.
"Byeol! it's enough now!" You scold Byeol as you frustratingly stand up in a swift motion. You let go of Byeol's hands as you bring them up and massage your temples, trying to suppress the rising tension.
Byeol has been misbehaving this whole week and you can't get a hold of what causes Byeol to misbehave. You're having a really rough week where you have to work extra shifts and have almost all focus on work.
The stress of work has been piling up and you can't help but get frustrated at small things, including Byeol. You rarely get angry at Byeol but these days you've been finding yourself scolding at Byeol more than anything, letting your anger out on him. You feel sorry but you can't stop being frustrated at everything.
Byeol is now quiet and the only thing you can hear from him are his muffled cries. A short moment later you could see Jeongin rushing to Byeol, his steps are quick but gentle as he kneels down in front of Byeol, enveloping him in a comforting embrace.
"What's wrong, Byeol? Why are you crying?" Jeongin's voice is soft and soothing, filled with genuine concern as he tries to coax a response from the tearful child. He strokes Byeol's hair tenderly, offering reassurance words to calm him down. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here for you. Don't cry, Byeol. I'm right here."
Jeongin lifts his eyes to you to see your exhausted figure, looking down at them. Jeongin's eyes looking at yours searching for an answer from you.
"Please take care of him and call me if he causes any trouble," you murmur, your voice filled with weariness. With one final glance at Byeol, tears well in your eyes, you turn away and begin to make your way to the car, your steps heavy with fatigue.
As your car disappears down the road, Jeongin shifts his attention back to Byeol, his heart aching at the sight of the trembling child in his arms. "Shall we go inside, Byeol?" he suggests gently, but Byeol shakes his head, clinging tighter to Jeongin as if afraid to let go. Ignoring Byeol's protest, Jeongin scoops him up and carries him inside.
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Byeol was crying so hard, his small frame wracked with sobs making everyone worried. His face was considered wet at the moment due to all his tears, mucus drips down from his nose. With a swipe of his arm, he tries to wipe it away but accidentally smears it across his sweater.
A string of mucus connecting his sleeves and nose. Seeing this Byeol was now basically screaming after you "WHAAAA...MOMMY I WANT MOMMY!!!"
In a rush of concern, Jeongin rushes toward Byeol, he worriedly asks "Byeol what's wrong? Why are you crying?". As a soft boy Jeongin is, seeing a child cry almost causes him to cry he himself.
"MOMWY I WANT MOMWY!!! MUCUS ITS DISWUSTING!!" Byeol bawls back as he reaches out his arm to show his mucus-covered sleeves.
"It's okay, it's okay, we'll take care of it," Jeongin reassures Byeol, gently lifting him into his arms and carrying him toward the teachers' room.
Byeol hugged Jeongin tightly when he carried him into the teachers' room to change into new clothes. Byeol is wrapping his arms around Jeongin's neck burying his face into the crotch of his neck, tears still well in Byeol's eyes even now when he had stopped crying.
"Innie..." Byeol mumbled out, his voice hoarse from all the screaming before.
"What is it Byeol?" Jeongin's tone was soft when he answered Byul.
"Can you from now on live in Byeol and mommy's house?" Byeol questioned, sniffing back his snort.
As they entered the teachers' room, Jeongin settled Byeol onto a chair, his gentle touch comforting as he crouched down to meet Byeol at eye level. "I'm sorry, Byeol, but I can't just suddenly move in with you and mommy like that" Jeongin explained gently, he continues "And I don't think mommy would want that either, so sit still here and I'll put you on the phone with mommy okay?"
Turning away from Byeol Jeongin reached for his phone in his locker to call after you but on the other line, all he heard was beeps. You must have turned off your phone, Jeongin guesses to himself.
Putting back his phone in his locker, he turned around and found a sullen Byeol, at the edge of a crying. Before Jeongin could react Byeol spoke up "I want Innie to stay with me and mommy, I want Innie to live in Byeol's house because mommy is always busy all the time and doesn't play with Byeol. Byeol is sad when there's no one to play with."
Tears started to stream down his cheeks while he continued, "Mommy doesn't care about Byeol, she screams at Byeol, she doesn't want to play and now Innie doesn't want to play with Byeol either. Innie and mommy don't care about Byeol, mommy and Innie don't wanna play with Byeol you guys don't love Byeol anymore!!" once again Byeol started to cry. He brings up his tiny hands to wipe away his tears.
Jeongin tries his best to comfort Byeol saying that none of them hates Byeol and that you guys love Byeol but he seems like to not believe in Jeongin's words. He nor respond or stop crying, he doesn't even look up at Jeongin now, the only thing he does is cry and cry.
Jeongin gazed into Byeol's tear-filled eyes, he couldn't help but feel sad. Those eyes had always been the prettiest he had ever seen, they were now clouded with hurt.
Jeongin has never seen Byeol like this before and now when he does, his heart aches because of it. Byeol has always been his favorite child ever, Byeol is the cutest and sweetest star that Jeongin has ever seen. Byeol's eyes are big and shiny like those stars Jeongin had seen in the night sky, that must be the reason why you named him Byeol, star in the night sky.
Jeongin thought those eyes were the pretties eyes he had ever seen but that was until he laid eyes on another pair of eyes that had captivated him even more deeply, yours.
Jeongin realized that while Byeol's eyes may be like individual stars, yours held the entire cosmos within them, shining brighter than anything had seen before. And though he cherished Byeol with all his heart, it was your eyes that truly took his breath away, illuminating his world with their radiance.
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"NO INNIE IS GONNA LIVE WITH US" Byeol mewls as he clings tightly to the hem of Jeongin's hoodie, his small fingers gripping desperately, refusing to let go.
"Byeol don't play around, I'm drained right now" you warn Byeol before he crosses the line. You are really exhausted from work and now you just wanna peacefully go home and rest, you don't wanna deal with Byeol's fools anymore. "Just let go of Jeongin and follow me home, now!". With a firm grip on Byeol's wrist, you attempt to pull him away from Jeongin.
"NAAUURR, I'M NOT LETTING GAUR. I DON'T WANNA GAUR HOME WITH YOU!!" Byeol protests grew louder as he struggles to wrest his arms away from your hold.
Overdly exhausted with everything and you were also fed up with Byeol's constant crying so you agreed to Byeol's foolish request. Thought of it you might need a babysitter to keep Byeol entertained as you take some rest. And Jeongin seems like a good kid so maybe you didn't really mind him in your house.
"Okay, Byeol Innie can visit our house tomorrow, not today okay?" You take a glance at Jeongin to see if he has something to say but he remains silent.
"Really? But I want today though..." Byeol's voice trails off, disappointment is visible in his tone but he eventually accepts it.
Sensing Byeol's lingering dissatisfaction, Jeongin kneels down in front of him, gently wiping away the tears from his chubby cheeks with tender care. "I still have to take care of your other friends today, but tomorrow I promise!" Jeongin brings up his pinky promises in front of Byeol, giving him a bright smile.
Byeol looks at Jeongin through his wet lashes still unsatisfied with the solution but he is comforted by Jeongin's promise of tomorrow.
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Ding dong
The sound of the doorbell chiming through the house got Byeol rushing towards the front door. "Innie! It's Innie!" he exclaims, his voice filled with joy as he reaches up to fumble with the lock, his small stature barely allowing him to reach the door handle.
Standing on the other side of the door was Jeongin, clad in a checkered shirt and loose jeans, a warm smile spreading across his face. As Byeol flings the door open, he rushes straight into Jeongin's awaiting arms, Jeongin's arms envelop Byeol's tiny frame in a tight hug. "Innie!" Byeol cheered, his excitement noticeable.
"Hello, Byeol!" Jeongin greets him with equal enthusiasm, lifting Byeol effortlessly and settling him on his hip. "Where's mommy?" he asks, his gaze scanning the room as he awaits for an answer.
"In the kitchen" Byeol answers, pointing towards the way heading to the kitchen.
You're in the kitchen preparing dinner for Byeol, you don't even notice when Jeongin and Byeol approach you. Your hair is tied up in a messy bun and you're wearing an unevenly buttoned blouse, paired with a tight skirt. Jeongin guesses for himself that you didn't have time to change into comfy clothes after work before you had to prepare food for Byeol.
"Hello Ms. Y/L/N" Jeongin gestures a bright smile as he greets you, walking towards the island where you're standing.
You're a bit startled when you hear Jeongin, a hint of surprise flickering across your features. You had completely forgotten that you told him to come visit yesterday. "O-oh hey, Jeongin" you gave back an awkward smile, looking at the tall cute guy in front of you.
Stupid you, if only you had remembered that Jeongin would come over today you would have greeted him better and maybe also tidy up yourself too.
Seeing your awkward response Jeongin mentally curses himself for it, his mind races with self-doubt. Maybe he had misread the situation entirely. Maybe you didn't mean it when you invited him over yesterday, maybe you only said that to stop Byeol's fool, maybe you didn't really want him here at all, maybe-
Before his thoughts could consume him entirely, you speak up, breaking the uncomfortable silence "Would you like something to eat Jeongin?" you ask, your voice soft and inviting as you look up from the dino nuggets sizzling in the saucepan.
"Nah, it's alright. I've already eaten" Lie, that was a lie Jeongin made up. He hadn't eaten all day because he was too thrilled to remember that he had to eat, he's ravenously hungry atm.
"You, sure? I made some extra, you can eat if you want" You said, gesturing at the dino nuggets you're frying.
The sizzling from the nuggets and the smell of it causes Jeongin to regret his words. 'Maybe I should've said yes' Jeongin thought to himself.
"Say ahhh--" With a nugget in your hand you're reaching it to Jeongin's mouth, "Have a taste darlin'" you continue. The nugget nudges the bottom of Jeongin's lip making him break free making him shift his eyes between you and the nugget.
He doesn't know if he should take a bite, he's not sure if it's appropriate to get fed by someone, by you, someone he barely knows. But if he doesn't, it would be impolite to just decline when the nugget is almost in his mouth. In the end he finally decides to take a bite cuz who cares if it's appropriate or not when you are willing to feed him.
Taking a bite of the nugget, Jeongin could feel the tip of your fingers nudge against his lips. Oh god, he wishes he could lick them, suck on them right now, let your hand travel to the place on his body that he wants you to be at the most. He wishes those fingers of yours could work against him, making him feel like heaven, tease him, make him beg for you...oh only if you could...only if it all became true...only if....
"Jeongin? Jeongin! You there darlin'?" As you wave your hand in front of Jeongin, his thoughts snap back to the present, and he blinks.
"oh-uh yea?" Jeongin replies, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment at being caught zoning out.
"You seem to be zoning out much today," you observe him with a soft chuckle, a knowing look in your eye. "Are you nervous?" Taking out two plates from the cabinet you start to portion out the nuggets.
Jeongin's heart skipped a beat at the question, his mind racing to come up with a convincible explanation. "Ah, no, not really, Ms. Y/L/N," he stams, a nervous laugh escaping him as he scratches the back of his head.
Bringing the two plates to the dining table, you set them down with a soft clatter, a warm smile gracing your lips as you turn to Jeongin. "Don't be so formal, Jeongin. Make yourself at home," you encourage, your lips slightly curling up to a welcoming smile.
"Well, well, I gotta get back to work," you announce, turning your attention to Byeol, who is nestled in Jeongin's arms. With a playful pinch to Byeol's chubby cheeks, you address him with affectionate teasing. "You little monster, don't cause Innie any trouble" you say before planting a tender kiss on his cheek where you had just pinched him.
"Owie, mommy!" Byeol whines but the little smirk on his lips betrays his words. He adored the attention and affection lavished upon him, especially the kisses from his beloved mommy.
"Let me know when you're heading home", was the last thing you said to Jeongin before heading upstairs to your room with Jeongin's eyes glued after you.
It's currently 9 pm and Byeol is dead asleep on the couch and next to him is Jeongin. Taking a look at his Apple watch he realizes that it's too late for him to stay at your house so he lifts himself from the couch and starts to head for the stairs up to your room.
As Jeongin makes his way through the dimly lit hallway, his gaze scans the closed doors, searching for the one that led to your bedroom. 'It must be any of these doors that is the door to Ms. Y/L/N's bedroom'. Spotting a door, slightly ajar with a soft glow emanating from within, he guesses that it must be your room.
Approaching the door, he raises his hand up ready to knock but hesitates as he catches the sight of you through the crack in the door. His breath caught in his throat as he watch you standing in front of the mirror drying off your hair.
As Jeongin stands outside your partially open bedroom door, his gaze fixes on your silhouette, he can't help but notice the wet patches dotting your pajamas. The wet patches on your tiddies clung to your buds giving him a clear view of the outline of your hardened buds pooking through the fabric.
A curious sensation begins to stir within him, a feeling he can't quite put into words, a fluttering feeling of nerves that he couldn't ignore. He feels an overwhelming urge to reach out, to pull you into his arms and lose himself in the warmth of your embrace. The thought of feeling your lips on his sends a shiver down his spine, lighting a fire within him that he struggles to contain.
A curious sensation begins to stir within him, a feeling he can't quite put into words. It started as a subtle warmth in his chest, a fluttering of nerves that he couldn't ignore. He feels an overwhelming urge to reach out, to pull you into his arms and lose himself in the warmth of your embrace. The thought of feeling your lips on his sends a shiver down his spine, lighting a fire within him that he struggles to contain.
Mesmerized by the sight, Jeongin finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from you. The way the light dances across your features, the graceful movement of your hands as you work with your hair, it all captivate him.
But just as quickly it came, it was gone, broken by your eyes on him through the mirror. Jeongin joins back from the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to compose himself. He feels a surge of embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable moment, and he can't help but feel a sense of shame at his own actions.
'Fuck Ms. Y/L/N must think that I'm a freak, peeking on her like a fucking pervert, fuck fuck fuck fuck'. Jeongin thought for himself, overwhelmed with embarrassment. Before he could even begin to formulate an apology or explanation, the door to your bedroom suddenly swung open, revealing you standing there, your expression unreadable as you stare at him in silence.
Jeongin's heart sank as he met your gaze, feeling as though he had been caught red-handed in the act. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words catch in his throat, leaving him consumed by his own thoughts and emotions.
"I-I-I-I... I gotta head home," he blurts out, his voice trembling with embarrassment and desperation. Without waiting for a response, he turns on his heel and practically sprints down the stairs, his footsteps echoing loudly in the empty hallway. As he reaches the front door, Jeongin fumbles with the latch, his hands shaking with nervousness.
As he made his way home, Jeongin couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation that clung to him, a constant reminder of his foolish actions. And as he lay in bed that night, he couldn't help but wonder if he had irreparably damaged his relationship with you, the thought weighing heavily on his troubled mind.
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As the weeks passed since the incident, Jeongin found himself haunted by the memory of that night. Despite his best efforts to move on, he can't shake the feeling of awkwardness that lingers whenever he is around you, especially when he is babysitting Byeol.
Each interaction with you felt tense and uncomfortable as he tried to avoid your gaze and maintain a polite distance. He is always stumbling over his words, his movements stiff and hesitant when you're around.
He has tried to avoid you as much as possible but there's one thing he can't seem to avoid, to peak on you. And even though you caught him, to his surprise, you never closed the door or confronted him about his behavior, leaving it open just enough for him to catch glimpses of you whenever he pleased.
It was a dangerous game of cat and mouse, one that Jeongin knew he shouldn't be playing. But he can't seem to stop himself. Each time he caught a glimpse of you through the crack in the door, his heart would race with anticipation, his pulse quickening as he drank in the sight of you. It was an addiction he couldn't shake off even if it gnawed at him relentlessly, leaving him feeling both intoxicated and ashamed.
Like all the other days, Jeongin is heading to your house to babysit Byeol, but today he noticed the absence of Byeol in his usual play areas. Jeongin's instinct leads him to consider that Byeol might be with you in your bedroom.
As Jeongin ascended the stairs to your bedroom, a sense of familiarity washes over him. He knows what awaits him behind that slightly ajar door and can't resist the temptation to steal another glimpse of you. Sure enough, as he approached the door, he caught sight of you through the crack. You're sitting in front of the mirror, brushing your hair.
Just as he began to be fond of the sight, your voice broke the silence, causing him to startle in surprise. "Why don't you enter when you're already here?" you said, your tone calm and composed.
Jeongin freezes in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest as your voice cuts through the silence. He felt a surge of panic washing over him, his mind racing as he struggle to come up with a response. It was as if history is repeating itself, and he can't shake the feeling of deja vu that washes over him. He hadn't expected you to notice him this time, and he curses himself for being so careless.
With a nervous cough, he pretends to be composure, pretending as if he had just arrived. "Ehem, good evening, Ms. Y/L/N," he greets, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I, uh, I was just coming up to check on Byeol. Is he here with you?"
His words come out in a rush, and he can't bring himself to meet your gaze. He awaits your response, bracing himself for whatever comes next.
You turn around to face him. You're wearing a pink silk bathrobe, the fabric draping over your curves in all the right places, pointing out your beauty in a way that leaves him breathless. "Byeol is at his friend's house and won't be home for tonight," you explain, your voice smooth and alluring.
Jeongin nods in understanding, trying to keep his composure despite the sudden flutter of nerves in his stomach. He can't help but feel a surge of attraction towards you.
"Then I guess I'll be heading home, have a good day ms. Y/L/N" Jeongin was ready to make a quick exit but before he could take another step, you speak up again, your tone teasing and playful. "Stop right there, darlin'," you say, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you scared of me?"
The playful mockery in your tone causes Jeongin's cheeks to flush even deeper, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to find the right words to respond. He feels like a deer caught in headlights, unable to tear his gaze away from you as he stands rooted to the spot, uncertain of what to do next.
As you stand up from your seated position, a sense of anticipation fills the air. Jeongin's heart races as he watches you take slow, deliberate steps toward him, each movement sending a jolt of excitement coursing through his veins.
Before he knew it, you were standing in front of him, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from your body. His breath catches in his throat as you reach out with the tip of your fingers, gently lifting his chin to meet your gaze. Jeongin's face flush with redness, his body trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
"You think that I don't see the little glances on me every time I'm around? Silly boy," you continue, your tone soft yet firm, leaving no room for argument.
"Stupid boy thinks that he can get away without consequences" you add, your words echoing in the silence of the room.
Jeongin feel like a puppy who had just chewed up its owner's favorite shoe, awaiting the unavoidable punishment that would follow. He knew he deserve whatever reprimand you had in store for him.
As you place your hand on Jeongin's chest, a gentle and deliberate touch, he can't help but shiver under your caress. The sensation of your hand gliding smoothly over his chest sent a wave of electricity through his body, making every hair stand on end.
His heart pounds in his chest, the rapid thumping echoing in his ears as he struggles to maintain his composure under your touch. He can't help but tremble slightly at the intensity of the moment.
The tenderness of your touch stirs something deep within him, stirring a sense of longing and desire that he couldn't deny. His body responds instinctively to the closeness between you, leaning into your touch.
Observing Jeongin's reaction, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. As the tension between you and Jeongin reaches its peak, you can't resist the urge to close the gap between your lips and his, so you do it. With a gentle yet confident movement, you leaned in, your breath mingling with his as you press your lips against his in a soft tender kiss.
The suddenness of the gesture caught Jeongin off guard, his heart skipping a beat as he feel the warmth of your lips against his own. As the world seems to spin around him, Jeongin can't help but question the reality of the moment. Was this truly happening, or was it just his imagination?
Driven by a longing unlike anything he has ever felt before, Jeongin instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around your waist as he drove his tounge in your mouth. The sensation of your body pressed against his own, feeling his skin burning hot by the feeling of your body.
In that moment, everything else fads away, the doubts, the uncertainties all replaced by the overwhelming need to be close to you. With each passing second, Jeongin feel himself falling deeper and deeper into the depths of his desire, lost in the intoxicating spell of your presence.
As the intoxicating rush of desire surggs through him, Jeongin realizes that a simple kiss isn't enough. He craved more, more of your touch, more of your warmth. His hands roam over your body, tracing every curve and contour and each touch sends a jolt of electricity through him with every passing moment.
"Woah easy there little boy" you break free from his kiss. You chuckle as Jeongin lets out a whine in protest at the loss of your lips against his. "This is supposed to be a punishment darlin'" You maintain a teasing smile as Jeongin attempts to lean in for another kiss again but you back away. "Let's see how well you handle the rest of your punishment, shall we?"
You free yourself from Jeongin's hold and with light steps, you're gliding towards the bed. Your slender fingers worked at the knot tying your bathrobe and with a swift motion, you successfully undid it. With a swift hand movement the silk fabric slides off your shoulders stopping by your waist, showing Jeongin the whole view of your entire back.
"Are you willing to help me relieve this stress of mine?" you purr, your voice dripping with seduction as your face turns halfway toward Jeongin.
With a heart heavy with longing and a soul consumed by desire, Jeongin didn't hesitate for a moment as he envelopes you in a tight embrace from behind. His arms, once trembling with uncertainty, now held you with a newfound strength.
"Yes, ma'am," he whispers, his voice fills with a mixture of longing and determination.
In that moment, as he hold you close, Jeongin allows himself to be swept away by the tide of emotion. He didn't care about the consequences of his actions, all he care about was being with you, even only for a brief moment.
"Is that so, Jeongin?" you inquire softly, your fingers tracing patterns along his arms that were wrapped around your waist. The room seems to pulse with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desire.
Instead of replying, Jeongin tightens his embrace around you, drawing you closer until there was barely any space between the both of you, until his hard-on was firmly pressing against you.
You could feel him pressing aginst your back, causing a pool of arousal down your panties. You can feel the heat of his body against yours. It was as if every nerve ending in your body was on fire, yearning for his touch.
"Please," he whispers, his voice husky with desire, "let me please you."
Jeongin can't quite comprehend the sudden surge of boldness that coursed through him, but he knew one thing for certain. There was something different about this moment, something that stirr a strange and unfamiliar desire deep within him. It was a feeling he has never experienced before.
As if guided by a hidden force, Jeongin brings his hand up to cup your breast, his fingers gently squeezing and molding it. Your tiddies were so full and rounded that Jeongin could barely cup them fully with his large hand. Despite the challenge of their size, he takes the opportunity to caress them, his fingertips tracing the gentle curves.
He buries his head deep into the crook of your neck, his breath coming in hot and heavy against your skin. Each inhalation was filling with the heady scent of your scent, sending a rush of yearning through him, making him throb against you.
His heart was pounding so hard that he could feel the vibration throughout his entire body. With each passing moment, his longing to consume you whole grew larger and more intense. It was as if a primal instinct had taken hold of him, urging him to claim you.
"Such an impatient baby boy, hmm?" you tease with a playful smirk. "You said you wanted to please me?"
You get lost from Jeongin's hold and settle down on your bed, lying down on your back. "You know what to do with that mouth to earn a reward right?" you imply as you spread your legs for Jeongin to get access to your dripping cunt.
No, he doesn't, Jeongin doesn't have a clue about what to do, it's his first time ever doing this. This was all new to him, the warmth spreading through his veins, the throbbing on his length, It was his first time experiencing such intense desire. His cheeks burn with redness as he stands in front of you, feeling exposed and vulnerable in your presence.
You notice his hesitation and you feel a twinge of surprise as you observe Jeongin. Just moments ago, he had exuded a boldness that had taken you by surprise, yet now standing in front of you, cheeks flushed and eyes uncertain.
"Why so shy, Jeongin?" you tease gently, a playful glint in your eye. "Don't tell me you don't know what to do?"
You can't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. Here is Jeongin, bold and daring enough to peek on women, yet hesitating when facing with intimacy.
"It's surprising how a perv like you who likes to peek on women has never done this before" you mock teasingly, your tone light and playful.
Even though you seem unbothered, you feel disappointed. You want Jeongin but you don't want Jeongin's first experience to be with someone like you, a single mom who was much older than him. He deserves someone younger, someone who could offer him the carefree romance of youth, unburdened by the complexities of someone like you.
You were preparing to wrap things up, sitting on the edge of the bed before Jeongin's words stops you dead in your tracks. "No, please" he implored, his voice filled with sincerity and determination, his vulnerability shining through as he sat before you on his knees, his eyes pleading for a chance.
"I want you to be my first, just teach me, and I can guarantee that I'll be able to please you" he pleads as he put his head on your thigh, his eyes locked on yours, his gaze is filled with an undeniable desire to please you. "I'm a fast learner" he continued.
You don't say anything as your eyes remain locked with his, you gently run your fingers through Jeongin's hair. Jeongin didn't back down either he held your gaze unwaveringly as he presses gentle kisses along your thigh.
If Jeongin was certain with it, if he was willing to make you happy, to please you, you were also willing to take care of him, to be his first.
With a gentle touch, you lift his chin off your thigh. Once again you spread our thighs in front of Jeongin, fingers working their way to your cunt, spreading your fold. With a stolid expression, you simply demand "lick". Jeongin drove right into your pussy, even though he's unsure but as long you like it he's willing to do it all.
The taste of you was heavenly, with each lick of your pussy he could taste the taste of your juices. And when Jeongin's tongue slides over a certain part of your pussy your whole body joined up. "There, right there baby boy" you hiss, taking a grab of Jeongin's head and blurring his face closer to your pussy, your voice dripping with pleasure.
Jeongin looks up at you as his lips working against your clit, sucking it oh so well. Your mouth drops to an o-shape, eyes squeeze shut as you throw your head back at the feeling of Jeongin's tongue nudging your sensitive nerve. His mouth got your toes curled as the feeling of this tingly feeling on your nerve.
Seeing your eyes shut tight with delight as you savor the feeling of his tounge fills him with an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Your soft moan of pleasure sends a shiver down Jeongin's spine, and he can't help but feel a surge of happiness knowing that he was the one who brought you such pleasure.
"Want your fingers" you whines out as you grab his hands and guide it to your hole. Without hesitation, Jeongin sank two of his fingers inside you. His long slender fingers sank into you easily.
Jeongin watches as he carefully drags his fingers out of you. His fingers glistening by the moist on his fingers. Even though he has never done this before he gently pumps his fingers in and out of you. Obseving your reactio, seaching see any discomfort from you but insted of discomfort all he could see was your blissed out reaction. He knew he was doing it right. Like how he has seen it in porns, he parts his fingers inside of you, streching you out so nicely.
Jeongin claims to be new but somehow he knows exactly all the place to your sweet spots and even to the places you didn't know exsisted. The feelings of Jeongin's fingers sliding against your walls, work so smoothly inside of you make your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"f-fuck Jeongin, I'm c-close" you breathe out. You could feel the tingly feeling building up on your clit.
Knowing you were close, Jeongin palce his firm hand on the back of your thighs and brings them on his shoulder. He clung to your thigh with one of his arms on one side of your tigh as he once again conecting his lips to your clit, molding its way on it. As he drive into your pussy even more, his fingers working faster than before, eager to give you a sweet release.
With a familiar feeling of pleasure rushing through your body, you came with a loud whimper as you tried to squeeze your legs shut. But Jeongin fingers let go of your cunt and held your legs open. Jeongin didn't wanna stop, he hasn't had enough of your taste, hasn't had enough of your soft moans each time his tongue slides against your clit.
The sweet feeling of your release lasted for some blissful seconds giving you the feeling of relaxation. But the tingling on the nerve never intently seems to stop and the tingling feeling starts to feel overwhelming.
"Jeongin stop!" you yell as your body twitches by the overstimulation. Taking hold of his hair you yanked his head back to halt his action. Jeongin let out a pained groan at the sudden sting on his scalp. His eyes squeeze shut momentarily, but he quickly reopens them again, eyes glossy due to the sudden painful sting on his head.
You breathe heavily, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Calming down from the orgasm and the overstimulation, you stared back at him. "Such a fucking disobedient boy, who told you to act on your own?" tugging on his hair again you continued "hmm? answer me" your voice still as breathy as before.
"i-i'm so sorry I couldn't resist myself I-" Jeongin explains before he could finish he felt something pressing down on his length making him suck in a breath.
It was your feet pressing down on his hard-on. His cock stretches hardly against his pants, threatening to escape. A hint of mock in your tone "You really like to eat pussies huh?" your feet palming his fully clothed length.
Jeongin's breath grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale as he struggled to compose himself "O-only yours".
You let out a chuckle at his answer "You really know how to use your words well" Your hand, which had been tangled in Jeongin's hair moments ago, now loosened its grip, sliding down to rest beside you, leaning back on your hand. "Take off your clothes" you demand.
Jeongin's hands tremble slightly as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants. With a timid glance in your direction, he hesitantly begins to unzip, revealing the fabric of his black boxer underneath. You can see the faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he struggles to maintain composure. Despite his efforts to appear confident, he can't hide the fact that he has never stripped in front of anyone side along showing his stiff length to anyone. With a deep breath, Jeongin finally shrugged off his pants, his movements were awkward but filled with determination.
Once completely naked, Jeongin's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he notices his tip leaking with pre-cum, from the tip all the way down to his balls and into the floor. Frantically, he brings his hand up to cover his length, hoping to conceal it from your view. But no matter how he positions his hand, his cock remains visible, too large and stiff to be hidden completely.
"Look at you, tsk, so fucking pathetic" you mock, feet pressing at him again. Jeongin let out a choked moan as his senses were instantly awakened by the warmth from your bare feet.
Your feet working up and down his length, your toes tapping on his leaking tip. Jeongin finds himself unconscious humping at your feet, letting out grunts and groan as the pleasure takes over him, clogging his head. "fuck Y/N..." he mutter as he felt himself getting closer to the bring, feeling every nerve on his body about to snap but you cruelly pulled your feet away.
Your voice carries a deceptive softness, words dripping with fake concern as you uttered, "Aww darlin' that's not quite how you address me... You might want to try again" Each syllable seemed to hold a subtle mockery, leaving Jeongin feeling hopeless at the loss of his orgasm.
Jeongin's voice quive with desperation as he pleads, "No, no, no, please... I'm sorry, Ms. Y/L/N, please. let me cum...please" there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone as he whimpers because of the desperation.
"Bad boy gets punished....Jeongin-ah, go lay on the bed" you demanded, your voice lacing with authority and a hint of amusement.
Jeongin's heart races as he scrambles to obey, throwing himself on the bed, his back resting on the mattress. He didn't care what punishment you're going to give him, slap him, hit him, he doesn't care as long you let him cum. He's so fucking desperate right now...
With a swift motion, you manage to straddle Jeongin, your cunt hovering right above his length. Jeongin's eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing with anticipation. His breath grows heavier as he knows what is about to happen, he knows what you are about to do.
As you trail a finger down his chest, Jeongin can't help but feel a shiver run down his spine at the sight of your touch. It was a simple gesture, yet it got him throbbing hard underneath you, a strange electricity ran through him.
"You're even harder to please than Byeol" you chuckle lightly as you take hold of his base rubbing it against your slicked cunt. Jeongin's head joints backward with a breathy moan as a rush of electricity shocked him. He's leaking so much pre-cum making it even slicker than it already was. You hum quietly as you feel his slick tip rubbing at your already sensitive clit.
"P-please..." Jeongin's voice trembles, his breaths coming in irregular bursts as he struggles to keep his mind clear. His hands shook as he reached out, fingers hovering on your hip, compelling you to sink down on him.
You chuckle at his eagerness as you slowly sink yourself down on him. You utter a trail of erotic moans as Jeongin stretches you oh so deliciously. You can feel every inch of Jeongin sinking in you until you completely bottom out on him. So deep inside of you, you can't help but clench uncontrollably around him. This familiar yet so unfamiliar feeling gets your legs to tremble at the feeling of fulfillment inside of you.
When you adjust to the stretch you lift yourself up and sink slowly down on him. "oh god..." you moan out, feeling this divine feeling you haven't felt in ages making your head clogged with lust. More, you wanted more of this feeling against your walls. Once again you lift yourself and sink down on him
once....
twice....
third...
You're clogged with the pleasure but you suddenly feel a familiar feeling of something fluidity fills your cunt. You quickly shift your eyes to the boy in front of you. His mouth hung open as his eyes were squeezed shut, without a warning he had busted into you.
An undescribed expression smears all over his face as a wave of concern washes over you. You were so lost in the pleasure that you forgot it was Jeongin's first time, forgetting that probably all of this was too much to cooperate to warn you.
"ahhh fuck... that's- oh god" he breaths out. His voice all whiny and high-pitched.
You gently bring up your hand, using your fingertips to brush away the stray strands of hair that clung to Jeongin's forehead. "Is everything okay, Jeongin?" you ask, your voice soft and careful, lacing with genuine concern. "Do you want to take a break or stop for now?"
Jeongin's voice high-pitched and breathless, "No please....hah....you...haven't finished...yet" he answered trying his best to compose himself.
"But Jeongin, you-" before you could finish your sentence Jeongin lifts you and sinks you down on him again. Jeongin's body shakes due to overstimulation, with a grunt he throws his head back. His brows pressed together as he heavily breathes out. You can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest as his fingers tremble badly as he holds your hip. However, he still refuses to stop his action, forcing you to bounce on him.
You mewl as the sensation from your cunt once awakens. The sudden reaction give you no time to stop him, all you could do was moan out choked moans as Jeongin held you still and pounded you from underneath.
"I...can do this...please," he pleads, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with determination. Bringing his mouth to your buds, letting the tip of his tongue swirl around it as he sloppily sucks on them.
"Fuck-" You curse as each thrust of Jeongin's length inside you just keeps reaching deeper and deeper. Every nerve down there feels like they're on fire as Jeongin's trust never seems to slow down. His relentless pounding makes your body feel so incompetent, unable to resist his hold.
You place your hand on his stomach for support and under your fingertips you could feel how his muscles tense constantly at the overstimulation. You know Jeongin is forcing himself through his overstimulation, knowing that Jeongin will not stop torturing himself until you cum.
With him pounding like a mad man and with his lips on your tits, you slowly feel a familiar tingling on your clit along with a weird pressure that presses down your lower stomach approaching. You knew you were close. The pleasure builds up making you pulse and clenching down hard on Jeongin. He let go of your buds and hissed at the feeling of you clenching around him on his sensitive length. The feeling of you pulsing on him is unmanaged for Jeongin, his thrust slows down and becomes sloppier as his tolerance gradually slowly reaches its limits, the last droplets of his cum fill your cunt. He defeatly rests his head on your shoulder, deep grunts and groans leave like a trail from his lips.
And with some more shallow thrust, you cried out his name as you came you too. You hug his head closely to you as the divine feeling washes over you. Everything seems to fade away as the release gets you trembling for some extended second before you calm down.
As you hug his head in your arms you can hear soft snores coming from him. Gently lifting his head from your shoulder, you cup his face in your hands, studying his features in the soft glow of the room. Traces of tears listing on his cheeks due to the overstimulation. Your heart ach at the sight, knowing how much he wanted to please you. Leaning in, you press gentle kisses to the wet patches of his tears.
"You did well, Jeongin-ah" you whisper softly, your words carrying a tenderness that seemed to reach him even in his slumber. A soft hum escapes his lips, a subconscious response to your words, and you can't help but smile at his innocence.
With a gentle sigh, you pull him closer, wrapping him in a warm embrace as you sink in the comfortable feeling of him in your arm as you slowly drift off to sleep.
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Woahhh another long-ass fic is done😭 it took me forever to finish this one. I came up with the idea of this fic probably in the end of 2022 and it's finally done now. I'm so happeh.
I hope you guys like this fic too<333
Anyways have a toe curling day guys👹
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jeongin-lvr · 1 day
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I know I talk about perv jeongin A LOT but like.. imagine every time he hugs you he gets a boner <33 he has zero self control and you enable him by getting on your knees or mindlessly jerking him off whenever he needs :3
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idkbutimgabby · 2 days
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guys what do you think?
now that my newfound obsession for chase atlantic exists:
SKZ members CA songs x a fic/trope?? new smut series??? 👀👀
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Chan - Church
Lee Know - Swim
Changbin - Okay
Hyunjin - Heaven and Back
Han - Meddle About
Felix - Tidal Wave
Seungmin - Slow Down
I.N - The Walls
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I tried picking the best 'more explicit' songs that I thought matched the members, but please lmk if you have any other suggestions. I'm open to feedback, and I'm giving this post a couple days to see if y'all are interested 😭 thank youuu 💕💕
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cbini · 10 months
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sharing = caring
snippets of chan sharing you with each of his boys for the first time
pairings: skz x afab!reader
warnings: smut!!!!🔞 multiple partners, threesomes, unprotected sex, protected sex, daddy kink, exhibitionism, smidges of mxm but nothing too serious, oral (f & m receiving), wet and messy, finger sucking, gagging, little bit of spit play, cum swallowing, light degradation, phone sex, slight voyeurism, pussy jobs, mutual masturbation, pet play, hair pulling, loss of virginity, spanking, whole lotta tags for a whole lotta boys!
notes: well.... i did it! inspired by chan's section in this post of mine since literally one singular person asked for it. this is just straight up NASTY.. you're welcome?? or sorry?? idk but anyways im abt to post this and then dip so i can sleep. pls enjoy!!! <3
chan 
“baby, tell me,” he whispers into your cheek. you’re on your back and he’s on his side facing you, a strong thigh thrown over yours that’s closest to him. he’s had his hand in your panties for the past thirty minutes, and it’s got your brain leaking out of your ears. “here, let’s take these off, yeah?”
he sits up, his hand finally leaves your panties so that he can drag them down your hips and have you kick them off with your foot. chan settles back down beside you, propping his head up on his palm and bringing his other hand back to your cunt to play. 
you’re so worked up you could cry. you could scream, but it’s your own doing. you know all you have to do is tell your boyfriend what’s on your mind. he tells you just that.
chan leans down to kiss your neck before murmuring against your skin. 
“all you have to do is tell me, love. i want to give it to you, hm?” you slowly nod your head and wrap your hand around his forearm. when you turn to look at him, he meets you halfway for a kiss. it’s sweet, nothing more than a press of your lips together, but yours are quick to drop open in a yelp when chan pinches your clit between his fingers. chan takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth and does his best to swallow the noises you can’t seem to stop making. 
he can tell you’re about to cum when you start to hump his hand, thighs shaking. chan smiles against your lips and gets you there, but right before you can tumble over the edge he removes his hand and trails it up your stomach to circle your belly button gently. the whine that leaves your mouth is pathetic, desperate, and you can’t help but bring your own fingers to your pussy to pick up where he left off. chan is quick to grab your hand and pin it to your side, dropping a swift smack to your cunt in retaliation that makes you cry out.
“this is mine.” his fingers wrap themselves around your neck. “that pussy is mine, and i’ll play with it how i see fit.” you’re nodding your head along with his words because of course, you know it’s his. 
“that’s right sweetheart. you want me to make you cum?” another nod from you. “why don’t you tell me what’s got that pretty head all dizzy then, yeah? daddy wants to give it to you, baby. i want you to have it.” 
you do tear up this time, and chan smiles at you, dimples showing. “my crybaby. how can channie help? what if i touch your little clit again, would that make it better?” he asks. 
“y-yes, channie, daddy,” you whine. his hand once again travels down to your pussy, and your hips arch into him to welcome them back home. so fuckin’ precious, he says.
chan kept his end of the bargain, so you know it’s time to keep yours, despite how nervous you are about admitting it out loud. you doubt your sweet boyfriend would think any different of you for this, but still. 
“want, ah, want you an’ your friends to fuck me, channie,” you whisper. “‘m so good for you, i am, jus’ want everyone to know.”
chan thinks he’s about to pass out. no way did you just say what he thinks you said, what he hopes you said. he’s fantasized about that for months, sharing you with the rest of stray kids, but was too ashamed and embarrassed to ever admit it out loud to you. then again, he thought, you had always been the brave one out of the two of you. 
“oh honey,” chan coos, “you’re right, you’re so good for me. you’re so wonderful, you want ‘em to see how sweet this pussy is? how good you treat me?” 
he doesn’t let you answer before he’s pulling you into his chest and making you cum so hard you’re out cold the second your head hits the pillow.
this is how it starts.
minho 
chan had texted you earlier, a short and simple me and minho need your help haha. you weren’t sure if it would lead to what you were hoping it would lead to, but god were you crossing your fingers. the second chan let you into the dance practice room, he locked the door behind you. you stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows at him, searching for some sort of hint to clue you into what was going on. your boyfriend cocks his head towards minho, who’s sitting on the leather couch and fiddling with his phone with a scowl on his face. 
you let out a quiet ahh and shoot chan a thumbs up. he responds with that squeaky laugh you love so much and gently pulls you in by the back of your head, wrapping his arm around it and guiding your face to his neck so you can hug him. 
“the second you say stop, we stop, ‘kay?” chan asks into your ear. 
“yes!” you say, excited, now bouncing on the balls of your feet and nearly headbutting him in the chin. you kiss him once and pull away, smiling. out of the corner of your eye you see minho lock his phone and place it face down on the couch, focusing his attention on you and chan. 
the next thing you know, you’re half naked on the couch. minho has your ass pulled to the edge so that he can have easier access to your drooly cunt on display for him, your panties dangling from one foot. he’s kneeling in between your spread legs. chan’s sitting on the cushion beside you, content for now to let minho explore your body for the first time. he’s holding your hand and rubbing slow circles on it with his thumb.
your head is thrown back against the backrest of the couch as minho is nipping at your thighs, startling moans out of you when he decides he wants to bite down harder. 
“show him your tits, baby,” chan tells you, squeezing your hand once. you comply immediately, using your unoccupied hand to pull the hem of your t-shirt up above your tits, and you wiggle when you look down to see minho’s dark eyes roaming your chest. 
“mm,” minho hums, “pretty. pretty body. can i kiss you here?” he asks, eyes flicking down to your cunt. you nod your head but are quick to glance over at your boyfriend. chan doesn’t say anything, but he does grab you under your knee and pull it up towards him so that minho has an even better view of you. minho hisses under his breath when it opens you up more for him, pussy lips parting and cute little clit peeking out to greet him. 
you all three let out a noise when minho gets his mouth on you, and you’re quick to bring the hem of your shirt to your mouth to bite down on it. 
you’ve always known lee minho was gorgeous, but the way he closes his eyes when he tastes you has you reeling. his long eyelashes flutter against his cheek before he opens his eyes again. you think it’s cute how red his ears are, and you bring a hand down to rub at one of them and he sighs into you. 
you’re honestly surprised your boyfriend has been sitting still for this long. he hasn’t moved to touch himself once, despite how hard you can see his dick is straining through his athletic shorts. he looks antsy though, and you don’t want that. 
“baby, channie, what is it?” you ask, fighting hard to make your words steady while minho continues to fuck you with his tongue.
“fuck,” chan grunts. “fuck, i want a fucking taste.” before you know it, chan’s on his knees beside minho, once again pushing your knee to your chest, and minho copies his movement with your other leg. minho shuffles over on his knees to give chan more room, and your breath stutters in your throat when their tongues touch you at the same time. 
you couldn’t look away if you tried, your eyes are locked on the way minho and chan’s tongues lave over your cunt at the same time. one of chan’s hands comes up to cup your breast, and you rest your hand over his, squeezing it. 
the noises are filthy, even more so with the acoustics of the practice room. you can’t tune anything out. not the way your pussy is soaking their faces, the hungry noises both boys are making, or the way you’re almost squealing. your noises raise in pitch once you see how their tongues are batting against each other and rubbing over your clit, and you’re cumming before you get the chance to warn them. your back arches almost painfully, hips bucking so wildly that chan and minho both have to hold you down. 
you reckon you damn near pass out because when you come to, you’re nestled against chan’s chest and minho’s head is resting on your shoulder; he’s playing with your fingers. 
“morning, sunshine!” chan jokes, and he laughs when you groan. you open your bleary eyes and take in your surroundings, relaxing further against chan and minho.
“minho?” you ask, and he hums to show you he’s listening. “why are you wearing different pants?” 
“because i came in my other ones, why else?”
changbin 
“holy fuck, that’s good,” changbin grunts, reclining himself further into the computer chair in chan’s studio. his legs scramble to give you more room where you’re settled sweetly between them. 
chan sits on the couch, relaxing into the corner while he palms himself over his shorts. 
you pull off of changbin’s cock and stroke him in your fist. you spread your legs so that you can settle closer to the ground and smile against the underside of changbin’s cock, figuring it turns him on to loom over you like that. changbin growls, and you’re still smiling when you travel lower to suck on his balls, humming in your throat. 
changbin’s head smacks against the headrest of the chair when you suck his cock into your mouth again. 
“can i- ah, please, your mouth feels so good,” changbin whines. he wants to fuck your face, you can tell by the way his hips stutter, but he stops himself because you haven’t told him he could. mhm, you hum, and changbin’s quick to lift his hips to see how much you can take. 
if you can deepthroat bang christopher chan, you figure changbin will be no problem. 
“gag on it,” changbin murmurs, hands gripping the arms of the chair. you do, pushing yourself all the way down on his cock and holding yourself there. changbin lets out a cry when you look up at him through your teary eyes, and his hand cups your cheek so that he can wipe a tear away with his thumb when it falls. you move your head slightly, ignoring the discomfort on your nose when it rubs against his trimmed pubic hair.
you finally hear chan make a noise when changbin starts to fuck your face in earnest. the wet sounds your throat is making carries throughout the small studio, your face a mess of tears, snot, and drool. you’re thankful changbin’s chair is pushed back against the desk because otherwise it would be rolling across the floor from how hard he’s fucking into your mouth. 
“fuuuck, like that. just like that. fuck, can you spit on it?” you pull off of changbin’s cock, a thick string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick when you pull away for a breath. 
“mm, yeah,” you say, moving your tongue around in your mouth. chan sits up from his spot on the couch and scoots closer to you. 
“here,” he says, leaning up and turning your head towards him. chan shoves two of his thick fingers in your mouth, fucking them in and out. you whine, gagging slightly on his fingers, body lurching as chan continues fucking your mouth with his fingers. he goes to pull them out, but you’re not done with him. you grab onto his wrist and suck harshly on his fingers, batting your eyelashes at him. 
“little fucking slut,” chan grunts, “open your mouth.” you do as he says, and he fucks your mouth again, gagging you on his fingers over and over. spit is cascading down his hand and forearm, and he tsks at you. your mouth is still open, thick saliva collecting in the back of your mouth, and chan leans forward one more time to add his own spit to the mix. he turns you back towards changbin. 
changbin has been watching the whole scene with his jaw dropped, hand working furiously on his cock, but not enough to make him cum. he wants you to do that. 
he holds his cock out for you as you settle back comfortably between his legs. your hand joins his on his cock, and you let the collected spit pour out of your mouth so that it seeps down his cock. your hands catch most of it, and you use it to pump his messy cock. changbin’s pants are soiled at this point, but that’s the last thing on his mind. your hair keeps getting caught in the mess and you’re growing frustrated with having to repeatedly tuck it behind your ears. you’re a little miffed you forgot a hair band before you left your place. of course sweet changbin notices, and he uses both of his hands to keep your hair from your face. 
you hear chan lean up from his spot on the couch again, and he collects your hair in his hands and holds it back for both of you. 
“‘s it good bin?” chan asks, looking up at his friend. 
“holy shit, you’re crazy. it’s so fucking good, so fucking good,” changbin laughs in disbelief. chan uses his hold on your hair to move your head up and down on changbin’s cock. he holds you down on it when he sees fit, moving you how he wants, toying with you and changbin both. it’s all too much, so you can’t help but start to touch yourself. 
chan catches on quickly, but changbin’s too busy looking wide-eyed at the ceiling to notice. 
“bin, look. isn’t that cute?” chan asks. your whimper is muffled by changbin’s thick cock. 
“oh my god, are you touching yourself, baby?” changbin whines, chest heaving. “that’ll make me cum. keep touching your pussy for us and i’ll cum in your mouth.” 
as you start to hump your hand, chan tightens his grip on your hair and forces your nose to changbin’s skin. when you cum you grasp onto changbin’s leg with your other hand, and the way your throat constricts pushes changbin over the edge with you. 
hyunjin 
“hyung it’s so wet, so wet, i can’t,” hyunjin cries. you giggle at that, and hyunjin huffs out a laugh too.
he hasn’t fucked you yet, but this is good. hyunjin has been grinding his long, pretty cock against your pussy for the better part of fifteen minutes. “yeah, ‘m wet for you hyune~” you croon.
hyunjin’s thighs shake where they’re pressed tight against the backs of yours. 
chan breathes a curse through the speaker of your phone. you hated that he had to leave to check on something at the company, but you figured hyunjin would be fun to play with by yourself. despite not being present in the room, you still wanted chan involved somehow, but it was hyunjin who suggested calling him up.
“how does hyunjinnie feel, baby?” chan asks, and you give yourself a couple of seconds to collect your thoughts.
“channie, he feels so good on me,” you tell him, voice lilting in a sultry way to drive your boyfriend and his friend crazy. “his cock is so fucking big.” you wail when the head of his cock catches on your clit. 
you hear chan say something along the lines of my sweetheart loves a big cock, huh? but you’re too busy crying out over the way hyunjin grabs his dick and shakes the head of it against your clit to be certain. your hips spasm, and hyunjin leans more of his weight forward to cage you against the bed. 
hyunjin plants his hands on either side of your head and ruts his hips down faster, jolting your body up the bed. 
“pussy. so. fucking. warm. so wet, smells so sweet,” hyunjin punctuates his words with fluid thrusts against you.
you cup your hand over the top of his cock so that it presses him harder against your pussy, and that makes you both moan. hyunjin leans down to kiss at your chest. he sucks kisses onto the underside of your breast and pops your nipple into his mouth, making you keen. his deft fingers softly tap at your other nipple, faintly tracing around it with the tip of his finger to feel it pebble up and harden under his touch.
“what’s got my baby making such pretty noises, huh? you have to tell me since i can’t see you. i have to know what to touch my cock to.” you cry out chan’s name, and hyunjin lets out a soft noise as well. 
“channie he’s- he’s rubbing his cock on my pussy. it’s so hard, feels so good… an’ he’s playing with my- with my nipples too, baby, ah!” you cry out as hyunjin bites down gently on your nipple. 
“hyung, channie hyung, my thighs are soaked. it’s so slippery, ‘s dripping. shit! how do you do this? it’s so good i’m gonna die…” hyunjin’s sentence trails off as he fucks his cock against your pussy faster, movements sharper as he gets closer to his release. 
“fuck, i know, hyunjin-ah. sweetest pussy ever, isn’t it?” chan says through the phone. if you listen close enough you think you can hear the slick noises of him jerking his cock. 
“hy-hyunjinnie,” you mewl, “c’n you, can you put it in, please? just the tip, please, just the tip! that’s all i need, i just wanna cum. i wanna cum on your cock.” hyunjin cries out and his arms shake.
“hyung, can i please?” he almost sounds close to tears. hyunjin bites his lip and hangs his head, silky black hair brushing against your chest. 
“you’ve got my baby begging, hyune, go ahead, it’s alright.” chan answers, voice tinny through the phone’s speaker. 
you’re whispering pleasepleasepleaseplease as hyunjin takes hold of his cock and guides it to your hole. he does as promised, fucking the tip in, and you both look at each other with mouths wide open. hyunjin re-positions himself so that his thighs aren’t pressing yours to your chest anymore, now there’s a little more room between the two of you. he takes both of your ankles in one of his big hands and pushes your legs back to your chest, the other hand occupied with holding the base of his cock. 
hyunjin slowly rolls his hips forward, grinding inside you repeatedly with the tip of his big cock. you’re so wet that you start squelching when he fucks in, and as hyunjin whimpers at the noise you throw your arm over your eyes to hide. 
“nonono, look at me, please don’t hide. you’re so beautiful, you feel perfect,” hyunjin tells you. “will you cum? can i make you cum?” 
“baby, touch yourself for us, let hyunjinnie see your pretty face when you cum on him,” chan says. he’s breathless. you follow his instructions, looking at hyunjin through your eyelashes and rubbing your clit in small little circles. it catches up to you quickly, your face scrunches up as you hit your high, pussy clenching around the head of hyunjin’s cock. 
“oh! oh, keep clenching on me. please, yes, keep cumming!” hyunjin cries, fist jerking the part of his cock that isn’t snug inside you. that’s enough to push him over the edge, he rushes to take his cock out and he cums in streaks all over your stomach. you smile sleepily at him as you pick up some with the tips of your fingers and bring it to your mouth.
“don’t fucking go anywhere,” chan growls. you had almost forgot he was on the line. “i’m coming home right now.”
jisung 
you’re putting on the best show of your life, you think, as you sit in the computer chair in chan’s studio while him and jisung lounge on the couch. chan’s already got a hand down his pants, but jisung is holding onto the spotify pillow tightly, covering his lap with it. 
you smirk at your boyfriend and trail your eyes to jisung, making sure to spread your legs wider for him to see. you settle both of your legs over the arms of the chair. you notice jisung’s eyes widen, but he still doesn’t move to touch himself, and that has you pouting. 
“come on, hannie, don’t you want to play with me?” you ask, cocking your head as your fingers begin to pinch your own nipples before the real fun begins. 
you see jisung gulp, and you’d laugh if it weren’t so cute. 
“you wanna watch me touch myself?” you ask him, pulling at a nipple and watching him watch your breast jiggle with the movement. 
“baby don’t tease, be nice.” comes chan’s response. 
“‘m always nice, see?” you say back. you roll your neck and your fingers inch to your pussy. you form a vee with your fingers and spread yourself open for them. you let them look their fill for a moment and then start to rub your clit when you deem necessary. “i’m so nice, aren’t i hannie?” 
“yeah, sooo nice, so nice, yeah,”  jisung replies with a cough, eyes fixed on your fingers that are coated with your slick. he finally removes the pillow from his lap and reaches a hand under the band of his sweatpants to touch himself. 
“take out your cocks, pleeease.” it’s more of a command if your tone has anything to do with it, but since you’re being nice you tacked on a please at the end for good measure. chan readily complies, always prepared to get his dick out for you, but jisung pulls at the drawstring of his sweats and hesitates. 
“please hannie? i’ve seen that one before,” you wave a passive hand at chan. “can i see yours?” you ignore chan’s squawk of hey! you happen to love this one, brat! to bat your eyelashes at jisung. 
jisung laughs, which is what you wanted him to do, and finally loosens the drawstring and shimmies his pants down a little bit so you can see him. 
“mmm,” you hum. “yes, good. touch it for me.” his cock is almost purple at the head. it looks like you worked him up even more than you thought. good. 
sure you were putting on a show, acting out a little bit, but it was easy to start touching yourself genuinely with two of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen in your life sitting in front of you jerking their cocks. to you, to your body. you’re soaking wet. thankfully chan had the forethought to lay his discarded jacket in the chair you’re sitting on before you started your little magic act. 
your fingers dip into your entrance, and it makes your hips jolt. ooh! you say.
“you wanna taste, jisungie?” you ask. jisung stares wordlessly at where your fingers are disappearing into yourself. you kick your foot out to get his attention. “i saaaid, you wanna taste?” he wastes no time in nodding.
you pull your fingers from yourself and sit up in the chair, the wetness sticking uncomfortably under you. you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the smile spreading across your face when jisung nearly goes cross-eyed as you bring your fingers to his lips.
you mouth the words ‘say ahh’ and jisung listens instantly. he opens his mouth for you, and you’re quick to acquaint your fingers with his tongue. he closes his lips and his eyes shut with them, gently sucking on your fingers and swirling his tongue around the digits. you thrust your fingers slowly in and out and let out a breathless moan when jisung bobs his head to meet your fingers.
chan’s still touching himself all the while. 
“oh, channie my love, i’m not being fair am i?” you ask. looking chan in the eyes, you lean back in your seat again to repeat the process. you fuck yourself on your fingers until your wetness is seeping down your knuckles and sit up once again to feed them to chan. chan meets your fingers with his tongue already out of his mouth, waiting patiently. when chan is done sucking your essence from your fingers, he presses a sweet kiss against your palm.
“get on your fucking knees, i wanna cum in that mouth,” chan commands. you’re quick to follow his orders, but not before jisung snags the jacket from your chair and places it on the ground so you can rest your knees on it. chan stands up from his spot on the couch and begins jerking his cock over your face. 
jisung’s still touching himself watching the scene of you and chan before him, but you want him closer. you tug on the fabric of his pants as encouragement for him to stand up too. he gets the hint and stands up beside chan, stripping his cock over you as well.
“fuck, i can’t, can i see your tongue?” jisung asks, voice pitching on a whine. you loll your tongue out of your mouth in answer, mouth open and waiting. “wanna cum on it, can i? can i please?” 
you raise yourself on your knees so that you can lick the head of his cock, then lick chan’s, then jisung’s again. 
“please cum in my mouth?” you mewl to the both of them. “i’ll be good and swallow it all.”
felix 
when he got to the chicken breast and protein powder dorm he assumed everyone was out. he left a pair of headphones in chan’s room the last time he was over and wanted them back. he was quickly proven incorrect when he opened the door of chan’s room to see you kneeling by the bed in just your underwear and chan sitting on the edge of it. the lights are off, but chan has his desk lamp on and the led lights on his wall are shining pink and purple. 
you rush to pull your mouth off of your boyfriend, and chan leans forward to block the view of your chest as best as he can. 
“well d’you want to...stay?” chan offers after a tense moment of silence. felix stands in the doorway of his hyung’s room, mouth slack, as he watches the scene in front of him. he shakes his head, almost as if that will help him clear it. 
“is that- i mean- are you.....sure?” felix starts, sentence breaking off toward the end. you quickly nod your head, leaning back from chan and exposing your chest. minx. he’s been growing hard in his pants since he opened the damn door, but now his cock has really taken an interest. 
“yeah mate, we kind of… talk about it? but only if you want to, yeah?” chan responds. felix nods shakily, taking a step into the room and closing the door. “yeah... okay, yes. fuck, please?” 
chan smiles and scoots back to the head of the bed, guiding your hand with him until you’re between his legs, back pressed to his chest. you’re shyly keeping your legs closed, but chan tuts at you. a soft let him see you leaving his pretty lips. next thing you know, chan’s strong hands are prying your thighs open slowly and giving felix a clear view of your soaked panties. you hide your face in his neck as his hand crawls back up your thigh to cup where you’re leaking. “come ‘ere, lix,” chan murmurs. 
felix takes a step closer to the bed, eyes glued to chan’s fingers running over the fabric of your panties. he hears a sweet sound leave your lips and chan coos. “why don’t you ask him, honey.” 
“mm, felix,” you cry as chan’s fingers find their way under the waistband. “can you- can you take my panties off, please?” 
“oh fuck,” he groans. he climbs onto the bed and situates himself between yours and chan’s spread legs. he looks between you and chan again for confirmation, chan nodding his head and your quiet pleas spur him on. 
felix reaches forward and gently guides your panties down your thighs. he whimpers softly when he finally sees you bare and his head lolls back when the smell of your arousal reaches his nose. 
“you have to tell me- i don’t know what you like. please show me.” felix tells you as he lowers himself to his stomach. chan pulls you further against him, drawing your legs back to your chest. 
at the first press of felix’s tongue against you, you keen. your back arches against your boyfriend’s chest when felix’s tongue flicks softly on your clit. 
he dips his tongue into your hole and looks up just in time to see chan pull you into a dirty kiss. he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in the middle of that kiss, reasoning that he’ll hold onto that thought and figure out what it means later. 
felix laves his tongue against you, quickly seeking out your swollen clit again and wrapping his lips around it, pressing quick sucking kisses against it. 
“lix! just like that, please!” you cry at the same time chan coos out “ohh, my baby likes that.” he sucks at you harder, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps his pace in order to make you cum. he moans as he feels a hand grip his hair and press him closer to you. he’s expecting it to be yours, but he looks up to find both of your hands occupied with your own chest. 
felix pulls away slightly as chan’s other hand travels down to your pussy. he doesn’t think twice before he brings the older man’s fingers to his mouth and wraps his tongue around them. chan hums and pulls his fingers free. he brings them to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. felix takes that as his cue to wiggle his tongue back into your hole, pressing in and out and licking over what chan’s fingers aren’t covering. your hips jolt everytime chan’s fingers and felix’s tongue play with your clit at the same time. 
“oh fuck, oh fuck!” you cry as your thighs begin to tremble. “‘m gonna cum. please let me cum, please?” 
seungmin 
“do i even want to know why you have a leash here?” 
“it’s a little late for that, seungminnie, isn’t it? considering you’re wearing it? and why do you have a collar?” chan harmlessly snarks back, and seungmin laughs. 
you’d laugh too if you weren’t too busy getting pounded by seungmin’s long cock. 
you’re on your back; seungmin’s holding your legs up by the pits of your knees. you’ve got the end of the leash wrapped in your fist and every so often you tug on it to hear seungmin whimper. he does look awfully pretty in that collar.
you tug on the leash again, pulling seungmin down so that you can kiss his lips. his hips pick up speed again when you wrap the leash one more loop around your hand. 
“you’re just a puppy, huh?” you murmur against his cheek. seungmin’s rhythm falters a little bit as his eyebrows furrow at your comment. you see him take a peek at chan out of the corner of his eyes. “it’s alright seungminnie, don’t be embarrassed. he’s just a dog too.”
chan doesn’t say a word, but his leg starts bouncing up and down. 
“see look, just like a dog thumping its leg,” you whisper into seungmin’s ear. it’s quiet enough in seungmin’s room so you know chan can hear what you said. the only sound other than the slapping of your hips together is that of seungmin’s oscillating fan. 
seungmin breathes a whine into your collarbone, and you use that as an excuse to pull his hair hard enough to lift his head so that you can look him in the eyes. 
“you’re a good boy seungminnie, did you know that?” seungmin nods his head yes but quickly stops and shakes it no instead. seungmin’s stopped fucking you now, you reckon he’s overwhelmed, so you run your fingers through his hair. “well it’s true, and i don’t lie. you’re such a good little puppy for me, seungmin, and do you know what good boys get?” 
“w-what do good boys get?” seungmin asks, hips wiggling.
“good boys get to hump, isn’t that right channie? ‘cause that’s what dogs do.” 
seungmin and chan sound so sweet when they moan together, voices almost harmonizing. your new favorite melody. you spur seungmin into moving when you pat his flank, and he does exactly what you told him to. his hips buck almost wildly against yours. you turn your head to look at your boyfriend and smirk at the way he’s minutely grinding his hips up into nothing. seungmin shifts his weight onto one hand and goes to touch your clit with his nimble fingers, but you stop him before he can.
“no, no, it’s okay honey, puppies can’t do that with their paws. you let me worry about that.” and you do, using the hand not holding the leash to reach down and rub your clit while seungmin watches. 
“i like- i like that,” seungmin gasps. it’s cute the way his stomach contracts when he thrusts into you. 
“you like what, seungminnie?” 
“the way you, ah, the way you talk to me. every time i cum from- from now on i’ll think of this,” seungmin confesses as he kisses down your shoulder to your arm. 
it’s a headrush. knowing that you have seungmin in the palm of your hand so easily like this. not only seungmin, but chan too. you can tell by how wide his eyes are; he’s hanging on to every word. 
“seungminnie, that’s sweet. how about next time i let you and channie both be my doggies? you can hump one leg and my channie can hump the other, and i’ll just sit here and watch. how about that? will you touch your cock to that too?”
“yes, yes, i will, promise,” seungmin cries. his hips buck against you so hard that his cock slips out, but he can’t stop moving in order to press back inside of you. seungmin’s just as happy fucking his cock against the mound of your cunt, grunting every time the slit of his cock rubs against your soft skin. 
“what about you, channie? will you touch yourself too?” you ask, turning to look at your boyfriend. he’s red in the face, sweating, curly hair sticking to his forehead. 
“you know i will, you know i will, baby.” 
seungmin cums with a sweet whine from low in his throat.
“good. now come clean up this mess seungminnie made.”
jeongin 
“ooh!” you exclaim. you clutch at jeongin’s biceps from where he’s holding himself up above you. “‘s big, innie.”
jeongin lets out a shuddery breath and blinks a bead of sweat from his eyelashes. it falls on your forehead.
“is that- is that okay?” he asks nervously. you can feel him stiffen above you, so you start to massage your hands up and down his arms. before you can answer him yourself, chan answers for you.
“it’s good, ayen-ah, don’t worry. my baby likes big.”
“oh, hyung that’s- please shut up.” you giggle at jeongin’s response and he smiles down at you, albeit a little shaky. 
“you can do whatever you want to me, innie. it’s your first time, just enjoy it.” he nods at your words, finally beginning to move his hips against you. 
“ahh, shit, you’re so-” jeongin doesn’t finish that sentence. “is it good for you? does it feel like this for you too?” you’re really wet, so he knows he’s doing alright on that front, but he wants to know how to make it even better. he brings a hand down to your pussy to feel. 
“there, rub there,” chan guides from his seat close to the bed. “you like it wet? that’ll make it wetter.” you throw your head back as jeongin complies with chan’s suggestion, two of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit. 
“that’s good, innie, feels so good,” you cry. 
jeongin presses a kiss to your sweaty neck in thanks. he stays there, mouthing repeatedly at your skin. his lips are a little timid but a lot sweet, and you encourage him by running your fingers through his hair. 
“can you, ah, will it be okay if i turn you over?” jeongin asks. 
you nod to him and press a kiss to his lips, patting his side as a signal for him to get off so you can change positions. you both hiss when his cock slides out of you. 
you make a show out of turning over for both jeongin and your boyfriend. jeongin’s hand squeezes the swell of your ass, and you hear him gasp when he takes notice of the slight gape from where he was inside you a few seconds prior. 
“oh that’s- oh wow,” jeongin breathes. “hyung, come see.” 
you preen when chan leaves his spot to stand beside the bed. his gaze joins jeongin’s on your center, and you wiggle your hips in impatience. chan cracks a hand down swiftly on your ass cheek and you whine. he knows what’s on the tip of your tongue, so he hooks two fingers into your opening and fucks you with them slowly. “just wanna be filled, huh?” 
“yeah, yeah. i want jeonginnie’s cock again,” comes your answer. chan laughs and smacks your ass once more before retreating back to his prior spot. jeongin heaves a deep breath and shakes his head, muttering an okay, okay under his breath. he presses you further into the bed so you’re almost lying entirely flat on your front until he quickly grabs a pillow from the head of his bed and stuffs it under your hips. 
“good, ayen-ah, where’d you learn that?” chan teases, nodding his head. jeongin rolls his eyes at that. you can’t see him, but you know him well enough to know that’s what he does. he doesn’t answer as he focuses on sheathing his cock inside you again and making sure his arms don’t give out from under him. 
jeongin cages you against the bed, his torso to your back and thighs on either side of yours. 
“ah it’s- it’s warm, where he hit you.” you can still feel the phantom sting of chan’s palm against your ass, and you notice it more when jeongin places his hand gently on top of where chan’s handprint is no doubt seared into your skin. that must get to jeongin because he thrusts into you harder than he has before. 
“s-sorry! sorry, i’m sorry, i can’t,” jeongin babbles, and you coo at him. your hand searches for his elegant fingers. when you find them you bring his hand back up beside your head, holding it and kissing his knuckles. 
“it’s okay, honey, i like that. d’you wanna cum in me? fuck me until you cum, innie, would you like that?” you ask him, trying your best to fuck back on him with his weight holding you down. he’ll cum in the condom he’s wearing, but the barrier doesn’t matter right now. 
“please, i- won’t last, i can’t. you’re- too pretty, so pretty, i can’t,” jeongin’s fucking you faster now. he’s so desperate to cum that it makes your pussy clench, and he shouts. your own fingers find your clit in the hopes that you can cum with him, a perfect end to his one-of-a-kind first time. 
“look at that, keep going iyennie, gonna make my baby cum too,” chan hums. jeongin’s balls deep in you, and you’re facing your boyfriend, falling apart for him and one of his closest friends. chan has his cock out, and you’re surely drooling now. you’ll have to remind jeongin to wash his sheets afterwards. 
your hand is trapped under you from yours and jeongin’s combined weight, but that doesn’t stop you from frantically rubbing your clit. that’s enough for jeongin; he chokes on a moan and he stops breathing as he cums inside you. inside the condom, but inside you nonetheless.
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𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - alpha!yang jeongin x omega fem!reader
wc: 6.2k
cw: a/b/o dynamics!, alpha jeongin, omega reader, pack alpha channie, pack dynamics overall, jeongin and reader are both desperate, jeongin gets kinda possessive, heat cycles & knotting
synopsis: you want the newly presented alpha jeongin to help you with your heat, but you're a little embarrassed - until you realise he desperately wants to spend it with you.
a/n: i wrote this in 2 nights and i was barking the whole time i'm in my jeongin feelings! sw under the cut 18+ MDNI
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sw: squirting, briefest fem rec oral, reader considers somnophilia, unprotected sex, copious amounts of breeding kink, a lot of slick, bath sex, doggy with his foot on her head, fingering (fem rec), dirty talk, riding, brief handjob, cum swallowing, choking, KNOTTING!!
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Two hoodies, a pair of joggers, a sleeveless shirt, Felix’s pillow and two t-shirts, and it still feels like it’s not enough. You stare at your nest with a frown, foot thumping on the floor and a pout on your bottom lip. You need more, and it feels like your nest is particularly lacking in a certain scent - something fresh, floral, and not Hyunjin’s rose scent.
Your preheat has your pussy throbbing dully, head feeling a little disoriented, and you walk around in one of Chan’s t-shirts and your underwear and nothing else. You’re warm, not the type of warm you are when in the throes of your heat, but it still makes your skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat. Your nose twitches when you finally try to rearrange the items on your bed, but it’s still not enough. 
It needs more lavender, to be precise, but the idea of knocking on Jeongin’s door to ask the newly-presented alpha for one of his shirts makes your cheeks heat up even more. You’re too embarrassed, despite the whole pack knowing you’re entering your preheat - you can’t do that. Jeongin’s only just presented, and despite the fact you’d presented early and are younger than him, he was the baby. You saw him as your baby. 
Still, your thighs tremble a little as you lean over your bed. You may see him as your baby, but he’s definitely more than capable of taking care of an omega in heat. It’s in his instincts now.
You huff, exiting your room. It’s easy to beeline straight to Chan’s room and swing open the door, seeing him laying in his bed and scrolling through his phone. The mere idea of the thick alpha cock in his joggers has you wanting to whine, but you shake your head, crossing the room to his bed to pout.
He doesn’t acknowledge you until you’re sat cross legged, arms crossed over your chest, and when he does speak it’s with an amused tone. “What’s the matter with my little omega?”
“My preheat is making me crazy,” You avoid his eyes, staring at your lap. Your hands are knotted over your thighs, and you pick at your fingernails. He coos at you cutely, finally tossing his phone to the side and opening those broad biceps to welcome you close. Your Channie smells of the beach when you press your front into his, and he lets you straddle him. He’s shirtless because you’ve stolen his shirt. “Tryin’ to nest. Not good enough. It’s bad.”
“Now, I’m sure your nest is fine, baby,” Chan mumbles into your hairline, fingertips tracing up your back through your - his shirt. You mutter a few choice words back, and when his fingers go to the small of your back, it makes your pussy clench around nothing. Chan dutifully ignores the spike in your scent, kissing your forehead. “What’s wrong with it? Can alpha make it better, honey?”
You shift in his lap. “I don’t- I don’t have everyone’s things in there. It’s- it’s missing Innie. I don’t wanna ask.” Your words are muffled where you bury your face in his chest, and you want to bite him hard when he starts to chuckle. 
“Why don’t you want to ask?” He says, amused, and you kick your feet with a wail. He catches your legs with his toned thighs, trapping you between them, and you want to grind your clit all over him till you’re senseless from the show of strength. Damn preheat. “He won’t mind. He’ll like it, actually - you're treating him as one of your alphas now that he’s presented.”
“Wanted his stuff in there before anyways,” You insist, and Chan nods, humming.
“What makes it different now, hm?” His hands move to your ass, freeing you from the tight hold on your legs, and you do really gush a rivulet of slick this time. It makes you gasp, hips searching for something, anything, and Chan’s fingers just barely dip past the waistband of your panties. You raise your head, cheeks bright red, and Chan stares at you. His eyes darken, and he raises an eyebrow, before he’s smirking. “Oh, baby. You want our Iyennie for your heat?”
“N-no!” You stammer, shaking your head. “I never said-”
“You don’t have to say anything,” He muses, that stupid smirk still on his lips. You watch him run a hand through his hair, dark and curly and just as unruly as his sleep schedule. “Mm, I think it’d be nice to see, though. You know Felix helped him through his first rut? He was almost feral, baby, rutting into Felix like there was no tomorrow. Felix said he popped four knots on just the first day.”
Now, that makes you whine. Your head drops back to Chan’s chest, and you grind backwards to try and get his fingers further in your panties. Your mind is filled with the idea of Jeongin’s cock, thick and long and so alpha, his knot throbbing at the base and him fucking it into you until you’re joined together, filling you with loads and loads of his cum and-
Chan’s fingers move over your ass, finally dipping into your panties, and the pads of his fingers press against your hole. It flutters around nothing, and you leak more slick, your hips absentmindedly moving on his fingers to get some form of friction. Your eyes shut just barely, half lidded and glassy, and Chan lets out a little noise of approval at the look on your face. 
“Wanna know what I think?” Chan murmurs, and you make a strangled noise in response. “I think you need to ask our baby alpha to help you through your heat, baby.”
“Hnnng, yeah,” You respond, because there’s nothing else you can say. He’s right. That’s why it felt like such a stab in the heart when you didn’t have something of Jeongin’s in your nest - you want him so badly for this heat that it’s making your pussy gush more than you ever have, and your toes curl at the thought of it. “Yeah. Yeah, alpha, I will, just- for now, can- please, and-”
“I got you, baby. Lie there and let alpha take care of you.”
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You stand nervously wringing your hands together an hour and a half later. Chan didn’t pop a knot inside of you, but he fucked you and ate your pussy until you were sated and crying before washing you clean in the bath. He’s so caring, your pack alpha, and now you stand in front of Jeongin’s door with a blush high on your cheekbones again, a towel wrapped tightly around your head. You’re in a fresh pair of panties and one of Minho’s shirts this time, the alpha’s chocolate scent wrapping around your senses and sending you haywire. You still want lavender more than anything.
Jeongin swings open his door before you can knock, and he’s practically beaming at you. “Baby! I was just about to look for you. I found this show, and- oh. You’re really in it, aren’t you?”
You are. Your preheat is really pissing you off, and you know it could be tonight or tomorrow when your heat really kicks in. You don’t have time to sit around and be embarrassed about asking Jeongin, and he’s standing in a sleeveless shirt and sweat shorts. The scent of lavender hits you and your legs buckle, barely catching yourself on the doorframe. Your pussy’s gushing slick again, and the simple cotton panties you have on feel heavy with it.
“Innie,” You whine, rubbing your thighs together. Your slick has started to drip down to the tops of your thighs, and it makes you huff out an impatient breath. You need something, anything, and Jeongin’s just staring at you with a blank look on his face. “Innie. Innie, I- for my heat, you? I want you, can you- please? It’s okay if you don’t wanna, I get it, I just-”
“Of course I fucking want to,” Jeongin says instantly, and you can see him chubbing up in his shorts. You have to close your eyes before you jump his bones. “I- me, though? I’ve never fucked an omega during heat, baby, I- I want to so bad, but are you sure?”
“I’m sure, I’m sure, Jeongin, I want you. I want you so bad, fuck, my nest, please, please, please come with me, I can’t, I can’t,” You’re babbling, words slurring, but Jeongin nods as if he understood every syllable. You let him usher you away from his door and down the hallway towards yours, the show he was talking about completely abandoned, and when his large palm splays over your waist and holds you close to walk there you feel like you’re about to die. Sweat beads at your eyebrow and your vision goes dizzy with it, but Jeongin guides you, firm and strong like an alpha should always be. It makes your pussy throb and you have the fleeting thought that you could enter your heat now, surrounded by the young alpha and his lavender scent. 
You let him shut the door behind you, and then you’re jumping him. He lets you crowd him against your bedroom wall, only letting out a small noise of surprise when your lips attach to his and you’re kissing him filthy. Your tongue darts impatiently into his mouth, and he moves his hands to your hips, pulling you close. His hands are so big that his fingers splay over your ass, and you hear a few voices outside of your bedroom door. One sounds like Chan, and you’re momentarily filled with glee, hoping that he’s proud of you because you actually asked. 
When you finally pull away with a bite to his bottom lip, spit sticks the two of you together, and Jeongin scoffs out a laugh of shock. His eyes form crescent moons in his disbelief, but before you can ask him what’s so funny, you’re working on autopilot, yanking at the hem of his shirt.
“Off, off,” You insist, and he nods, letting you work his shirt off of him. You motion to your bed, trying to walk backwards with him clinging to you. “For my nest. My nest, alpha, see?”
“Beautiful nest,” Jeongin replies, his lips attaching to your neck. He sucks right over your scent gland and moans, deep and gravelly, and you let him push you backwards onto your bed. His shirt drops from your hand and lands right next to your pillow, and you want to giggle and kick your feet in delight when his scent envelops you more. “Beautiful omega, lettin’ me see you like this. Fuck, do you need- do you need something? Do you wanna kiss some more?”
“Mm, alpha, I need- need more, please,” You say, voice high and airy, and you watch his eyes roll back into his head at your tone. He’s never been with an omega like this, and you briefly think you need to cut him some slack, but you’re too busy pushing your panties down your legs. You toss them to the floor with a wet thud, and he finally pulls his face from your neck, fox-like eyes gluing on the space between your legs.
You can see him fully like this, planes of milky white skin exposed and clenching to a set of abs that have you keening. You reach out, and Jeongin grips your hand, running it down his stomach with a small smile. 
“Sexy alpha,” You muse, and he giggles delightedly, moving to lean over you again. He can’t believe you’ve let him have you like this so soon after his presentation, and it shows in the facial expressions he makes. You know your pussy is gushing slick that must reach through his sweat shorts and onto his cock, but he’s still ever the picture of self control, leaning up slightly to run two long fingers through your folds. 
“Sexy omega,” He retorts, and you feel his fingers dip into you just slightly. “Do you want it? This is okay, yeah?”
“Yes, yes, please- please, please, inside, please, Jeongin-”
“You don’t need to beg, baby, I know,” He pecks your nose sweetly, and then two fingers push into your hole, straight down to his knuckles. He twists them a few times in your sloppy pussy, lips parting at the sound of your pussy squelching, and you wail when he curls them against your g-spot. “Fuck, you’re- you’re really wet, are you sure you’re not in heat?”
“Not yet,” You shake your head, eyes glassy at the feeling of having something of him inside. This is what you needed - this is the pack mate you wanted, and he’s on top of you with his floppy brown hair and cute, plushy lips. He lets his teeth dig into his bottom lip when you moan at a particularly deep thrust of his fingers, his digits long and precise, and you know it’s not going to be long until you cum. Your head feels dizzy with it, preheat engulfing your senses and making you think nothing more than Jeongin, alpha, Jeongin, Innie, yours. “Innie, Innie, when I- when I go into heat, I want you to just take it, please! Take what you want, take me, I’ll present for you, I promise-”
“Fuck, will you?” He groans, hips rutting into your thigh. It’s the first loss of his self control, and it makes you gush down to his knuckles. He grinds his palm into your clit, wet and messy and sloppy, and your eyes roll back into your head. “Be a good breeding bitch for me, yeah? Alpha will take what he wants, baby, don’t worry.”
“Oh, oh- oh, p-please, please, I’m gonna cum,” You stammer, hips starting to grind into his hand. He yanks your shirt up then, exposing your tits, nipples hard and peaked, and he spits onto your chest. He rubs it in with his spare hand, barely holding himself up with his elbow, and you moan when you smell his scent spreading all over you as if he’s marking you. You want more, though. “Jeongin, alpha, alpha, lemme- lemme scent you, please? Please, wan’it when I cum, please!” 
He nods eagerly, and he slides a third finger into your fluttering hole just as he guides your head to his neck. You lick over his scent gland, messy and imprecise, and a well-calculated grind of his palm has you falling into the throes of your orgasm. You shake, keening all the way through it, and your pussy gushes more slick all over his digits. You almost feel bad until you hear the way he’s moaning back at you, letting you suck over his scent gland and get fully enveloped in him. 
You’re nearly drunk with it, and it takes an inhuman amount of strength that no omega should have to pull yourself away and tug impatiently at his shorts. Jeongin finally lets his fingers slide out of you, and then he’s using both big hands to wiggle the offending fabric down. You smile satedly when he leaves them in your nest, but then you’re gasping at the sight of him naked.
Jeongin’s big. You knew most alphas were, since Chan and Minho were, but his cock hangs heavy and leaking between his legs. His knot is fully formed already, waiting for you, and you moan, soft and needy. You make grabby hands at him until he’s settled between your legs.
“Fucking- shit, baby, you want it? I can- I knot a lot, I can still knot you through your heat,” Jeongin assures, and you let him push your legs backwards to spread you open. Your pussy is still creamy and messy, and you obediently cup your hands in the pits of your knees to give him a good look. Your clit throbs when he rubs his cockhead against it, peeking out of your folds with how swollen it is. With a small, impatient whine from you, he’s sliding home. He bottoms out instantly, and your clit rubs against the thatch of hair at his base deliciously. 
“Big,” You say, breathless, and Jeongin chuckles. “Big alpha cock. Mm, gimme, c’mon, fuck me with it.”
“I’m gonna fuck you with it. I’m gonna fuck you senseless,” He says, and then his hips are kicking up. All of his dance training has paid off, and his cock thrusts into you so fast your bed is squeaking. You’re happy you’ve had everyone else in the pack in this exact position already, otherwise your cheeks would burn crimson. You’re too busy whining and drooling all over your nest to care. “W-wet. Wet omega pussy, holy shit.”
“I’ll cum quickly, I’ll cum so quick, fuck- I’m gonna squeeze you so tight, alpha, I promise,” You wail, eyes finally leaking tears from the pleasure. His cock is heavy inside of you, and his head drops to your neck again, teeth just barely nipping at your scent gland playfully. With a shift of his hips, he’s fucking against your g-spot, and the feeling of his balls slapping against you drives you borderline insane. “Alpha! Alpha, oh, it’s s’good, s’good!”
“I know, fucking hell, baby,” He huffs, laughing in disbelief. “I’m gonna knot you. Fuck, baby, I can’t, I’ll last longer next time, I promise, just- let me knot you? Fuck, let me breed this cunt, please, omega, please, let alpha.”
“Alpha, please, yeah, yeah!” You babble, nodding impatiently, and his teeth bite into your scent gland firmer this time, just above Chan’s pack alpha bite. With another few thrusts, you feel his knot finally slot into your pussy, and the feeling has you squirting all over him again. You know he’s probably soaking with it, but the thought only makes you cum harder, especially when you feel his cock start to spurt hot cum inside of you. His knot causes it to leak out around his shaft, and you keen loudly, trying to grip his cock tighter with your hole to keep his load inside. 
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Jeongin coos, out of breath. His cock is still spurting inside of you, and his hips stutter to try and push it further inside despite the knot keeping him firmly in place. “I’ve got more cum for you later, pretty, I’ll give you my pups.”
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You wake up to the scent of lavender and pain in your tummy. It’s hit, you realise, no doubt spurred on by the alpha who’s let you sleep on his chest. You’re both still fully naked, his cock half-hard against the base of his tummy, and your pussy’s gushed a puddle onto Felix’s pillow. You almost feel a little guilty until you realise he’ll definitely just lick it clean and thank you for it.
Your limbs are still heavy with sleep, but you attempt to stretch out your legs. The movement just makes the cramps hit a little heavier, and you whine in pain, moving to scent Jeongin and try to calm your heat. You’re sweaty, a sheen beading on your chest and over your forehead, vision blurry, and Jeongin pulls you closer into his neck despite still being asleep.
Inhaling deeply, you run your hand down his stomach just like he’d made you do earlier. His muscles ripple under your touch and you feel like you’re about to go cross-eyed. You’re not even sure what time it is. Your phone is dead somewhere inside your room, and Jeongin discarded his own phone in his room when you’d jumped him. The memory almost makes you snicker, but the scent of lavender hitting your nose almost immediately quells the cramps in your tummy and you moan into his skin.
Feeling a little impatient, you let your hand run down to the base of his cock, fingers stroking over the thatch of hair. Would he let you, in his sleep? He’d been so caring, so willing to bend for your needs earlier. Could you just… straddle his lithe thighs, let his big cock slide into your hole and wake him up with his knot locking you together?
You’re so delirious with it you shake your head against his skin, sighing out a stuttered breath and trying to keep yourself together. You can’t wake him up, not now, not when he’s just treated you so well and is just getting some sleep. You shift on the bed again, trying to move away and calm down, but a hand moving to your hair has you gasping in surprise.
“Your heat’s hit, yeah?” He murmurs, voice heavy with sleep. It brings a deeper tone to your alpha’s voice that makes your pussy gush impatiently onto his thigh, and he treats you with a fond chuckle at the feeling. “C’mere. You wanna ride me?”
“Yes, yes, please, please, Iyennie,” You beg, and he nods, finally opening his eyes. They’re dark when he finally looks at you, his strong cheekbones only slightly illuminated by the streetlights outside, and you clamber on top of him. You’re so wet, dripping over his body until you finally grip the base of his cock and slide down onto him in one go. “Oh my god. Oh my god, alpha, oh my god, oh my god, big, big-”
“Ssh,” He comforts you, thumbs moving to rub circles into your thighs. “Bounce on it, baby. Let alpha wake up a little.”
So you do. Your hips bounce on top of him and you work yourself up into bliss. He just stares at you with half-lidded eyes, little grunts slipping from his lips when you hit it particularly deep and gush even more on top of him. 
“If you need it, you just take it,” Jeongin says, and you’re confused until you realise how he’d woken up to you in such a worked-up frenzy. “Take it whenever. It’s yours, omega, let me wake up to this messy pussy and I’ll- god, I’ll knot you whenever you need it.”
“I need it. I need it, I need it, oh, oh, alpha, I need it!” You wail, tits jiggling with your bounces, and Jeongin hums in response. He looks to be considering something, and after a long blink his eyes are open wider, more awake. With his alpha strength, he manages to pull you off of his cock, and you immediately begin to sniffle.
“Why? Why? You said I could, you said I could, alpha, you said-”
He’s flipping you onto your stomach in a quick movement, a growl leaving his lips when you just squirm on your tummy. Your pussy’s leaking even more now, and you’re crying, too, desperate for your lavender boy and his big cock.
“Remember what you said to me?” A large palm smacks your ass, and you squeak, pussy clenching and gushing. “Hands and knees like a good breeding bitch, c’mon, be a good omega for your alpha.”
“Oh, fuck,” You respond, quite intelligently, but then you’re deliriously pushing yourself up onto your knees. You arch your back for him, letting him see the way your hole flutters with emptiness, just slightly gaping from his thick length. 
“Fuck, baby, alpha’s gotta- I need to taste you,” Jeongin moans, and then his nose presses into you with a deep lick. He positively whines into your folds at the taste, tongue flicking over your clit and hand wrapping around your thigh to keep you supported. Your toes curl into the sheets, head dropping to your pillow with a loud, strangled moan. His t-shirt is still next to your pillow, and your nose buries into it, inhaling deeply with every moan he punches from your lungs. 
“Please, please, please,” You slur, muffled in his t-shirt, and he hums against your hole. It has you bucking back into his mouth, and when his mouth leaves you you really do sob this time. “Alpha, you said I don’t have to beg, being- being mean, being mean, Jeonginnie, Innie, why, why-”
You’re cut off by him sheathing his cock into your heat again, balls deep and heavy inside of you. He moans loudly, hand slapping down onto your ass again, and you whine in response, shaking your hips backwards onto him. It’s only a brief moment before he’s bunny-fucking into you just like he had earlier in the day, cockhead kissing your cervix with every thrust.
“Fuck. F-fuck, omega, do you always get this wet?” Jeongin keens, voice airy, and the break in his resolve has your head spinning. You squirm against him, and his hands move to your waist, trying to hold you still. “W-wet, wet, so wet, fuck. You’re making alpha’s cock feel so good baby, so pretty in your little nest.”
“W-wanted your things in it, Innie, wanted- wanted to smell you, I- please,” You’re babbling again, but you can’t help it, drooling all over Jeongin’s t-shirt while he fucks your pussy into oblivion. “I wanted you, Channie- Channie made me ask, and, and I was scared, and-”
“Never be scared, b-baby, not to ask me to fuck this little pussy,” He reasons, and you nod, whining. His cock presses deeper into you, and you feel him reposition on the bed, and then his foot rests on your head, pushing you down. “Is- is this okay, omega? Keepin’ you in place for me to fuck you, yeah? S-squirmy girl, you are.”
“‘S okay, ‘s so okay, so okay,” You try, but it’s still muffled. Your eyes are rolling back into your head at this point, your mattress squeaking and headboard thudding against the wall. Despite him holding you down you’re still trying to move, to grind your clit against something, anything, and you moan gratefully when one of Jeongin’s hands moves from your ass to underneath you, letting you grind your messy clit against his palm. 
“Make yourself cum,” He instructs, and you nod, fingernails digging into your nest. It must be a mess by now, laden with cum and your scents, but you don’t care - Jeongin will help you fix it later. You know he will, even through your delirious mind and your pussy gushing slick out over his cock and his knot. You still grind yourself downwards, feeling yourself inching closer and closer to your orgasm, and his foot holds you down harder. You whine, arching your back to the point it’s almost painful.
You feel it start to gush out of you before you even know it’s happening. “C-cumming! Cumming, alpha, alpha! I’m cumming, alpha, please, please-”
“What are you begging for?” Jeongin chuckles deliriously, hand smacking your ass. “Let it all out, a-all over me, all over your alpha’s cock. Give it to me, that’s it.”
You do. Your pussy gushes over and over, and with a loud growl, Jeongin’s knotting you again. His knot swells to the point that you know it’s going to be a stretch, and it slides inside with a wet noise before he’s filling you with his cum again. It’s thick, abundant, but his knot is so big this time it keeps it nice and secure inside of you.
“Fuck, breedin’ you nice and full, yeah?” He murmurs, and you nod satedly, your eyes fluttering shut. You could sleep like this, especially when he finally repositions you to lay with your back to his chest on your side, his knot steadily pumping cum inside of you. Part of you hopes it takes despite your birth control. His hand rubs over your tummy, and he snickers when he rubs one finger over your clit and makes you whine in overstimulation. 
A few minutes pass, and Jeongin manages to slide out of you, leaving your pussy gaping and messy. You want to make a noise of dissatisfaction, but you’re too tired, your heat leaving you sleepy and Jeongin leaving you satisfied.
“C’mon,” Jeongin huffs, fingernails tracing over the small of your back. “Let me run you a bath, omega. A bath and then food, yeah?”
“Hnnnfg,” You murmur, eyes fluttering shut. He’s fucked you so good it’s got you feeling floaty, heat completely sated until the next wave of arousal hits you. “‘M tired, Innie.”
“A bath and then food. That’s it, I promise. Let me take care of you.”
You can’t say no. You swing your heavy limbs to the side of the bed and follow Jeongin to where he’s fiddling with the bath taps, running you a nice, warm bath. He lets you press your face into his neck from behind to keep you grounded while he gets it sorted for the two of you, and you wrap your arms around his middle with a happy grin on your face. When he finally guides you into the bath with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek, you’re happy to stretch your legs out and let him wiggle in behind you.
“Ah, there. Feels good?” He questions, tucking your hair behind your ear, and you nod. He pecks your cheek again, before he’s using plain water to reach up and massage over your thighs. The movement doesn’t get you horny again, but moreso relaxed, and you lean your head back onto his shoulder while he looks after you. 
A knock on the door snaps you both from your serene moment, and Jeongin lets out a noise of surprise. You protest agitatedly, but make a noise loud enough to let the other person know they can enter.
Chan pokes his head in, eyes soft but fond. “I’m just checking everything’s going okay. Omega, how are you feeling?”
“I’m good, Channie-”
“Hyung,” Jeongin grumbles, hands wrapping tightly around your middle. The strength of it makes you squeak, eyes widening comically. “Please go. Not right now.”
“Iyennie,” Chan begins firmly, but seems to falter at seeing the look in his eyes. He chuckles awkwardly, scratching his neck. “Are you sure? I can help, or-”
“Hyung,” Jeongin says, firmer, and when you manage to crane your neck to look at him his jaw is set in a deep line. He’s getting possessive, you realise, not wanting Chan to be involved in your heat this time around or be anywhere close to you when you’re relaxing. The realisation has you heating up again, even in the bathwater, and you reach a hand up to grip Jeongin’s wrist. 
“I’ll set off,” Chan recognises, eyes flickering between you two. “Love you both.”
“Love you Channie,” You murmur, pussy throbbing between your legs where they’re splayed over Jeongin’s, and when the door shuts again he’s pouncing on you. 
“Heat hitting again?” He questions casually, but the heavy breaths he’s letting out on your shoulder and the hard cock pressing against your back has you knowing he’s anything but casual. You nod in response, and he pulls you around by your waist, making you face him. The steam from the bath has caused his hair to be slightly damp, and you push it back from his features, taking in just how handsome he is - and he really is like this, all domestic and boyish for you. His bottom lip is a little pouty, and you kiss it chastely, before you’re reaching down to grip his cock. 
“I gotta- next time, in your rut, let me,” You murmur against his mouth, still a little lucid despite the new wave of heat hitting. “I need to- to worship this cock, and suck it, and-”
“Fuck, omega,” He cuts you off, groaning, deep and gravelly. You pump his shaft a few times, but you’re too impatient, wiggling onto his lap further to let his cock press against your clit. It’s swollen and achy already, and with another moan Jeongin grips the base of his cock himself and guides it into your soppy hole. You’re still gaping a little from the previous time, but your lavender boy acts as if it’s the tightest hole he’s ever fucked into, a gasp leaving his lips. “Ah, there’s that pussy. I almost started missing it.”
You giggle breathlessly, forehead resting against his as you start to grind on his lap. The bathwater sloshes around you, some hitting the floor, but you can’t find it in you to care. His cock hits you deep like this, and you let out a sigh at the way his swollen cockhead presses against your g-spot. “I m-missed your cock already, alpha.”
“Yeah?” He muses, lips moving to messily kiss at your neck. “Ride it like you mean it then.”
You can’t help yourself. You start to bounce, and Jeongin’s lips latch onto your nipple immediately. He licks over the sensitive bud and you moan loudly, not caring who hears you over the sound of the rippling bathwater, and when he pulls away with a light bite of his teeth to your nipple it makes you gush fresh slick all over his cock, down to his balls. There’s still that interaction with Chan on your mind, though, and you have to ask about it.
“Innie,” You say, breathless, and he hums in response. The noise reverberates around your breast, where he remains with lips parted just above it, and you bounce a little harder in response. “Y-You didn’t want Channie to see me.”
Jeongin grabs your hips then, sharp and firm, and starts to thrust upwards. The movement really does make the water start to pour out of the side of the bath, and you move your fingers to dig into his shoulders for support. He smirks at you knowingly, and thrusts so hard it makes you jostle in his lap. “I didn’t want him to see us. You’re mine this time around.”
You wail, loud and incoherent, and you start to feel your head getting dizzy again. Your alpha looks after you, hand moving to your neck. You gasp when his grip tightens around the column of your throat. His hand holds you down onto his lap as he thrusts relentlessly into your pussy, wet and aching, and you can’t help the amount of slick flooding out of you. 
“Do you like being mine? Just for a few days?” He questions, chest heaving, and you nod eagerly. You realise your fingernails must be scratching him, and when you look to his shoulders you can see the slightest bit of blood on his milky skin, but he seems more bothered about getting you to cum on his cock again. “Fuck- I can’t- baby, I can’t knot you in here, it’s not comfortable-”
“L-let me swallow it,” You whine, barely audible from his tight grip on your throat. He lets go of you then, but doesn’t stop thrusting into you, letting out a loud groan. “Alpha, alpha, let me swallow it, let me taste it, please-”
“I’m gonna cum soon, omega, I’m close, fucking- baby, cum, cum for me, please?” Jeongin’s eyes are glassy, his bottom lip covered in spit, and you whimper, nodding. Your fingers move to your clit, and you start to rub in the same rhythm he’s fucking you in, feverish and fast. 
It doesn’t take long until you’re shaking through yet another orgasm given to you by your alpha, breathless noises leaving your lungs, and then he’s pulling out. Your pussy clenches with the loss, empty and upset, but he’s quick to scramble from under you and stand out of the bath. 
He stands in front of you, stripping his cock, his knot just barely inflated at the base. “Suck the tip, just the tip, just the tip.”
You lean over pliantly, sucking his cockhead into your mouth, and he groans. His hand moves to your hair, pulling it back slightly, and when you look at him through your lashes he’s done for. He spills into your mouth, messy but not too much given that he didn’t knot you, and he groans through his orgasm until his cock starts to go soft. He pulls out of your mouth gingerly, and you lick your lips clean. 
Even half hard, it’s still a spectacle, and you scrabble to try and get his cock into your mouth again. Jeongin only pushes you off playfully by your forehead, before he’s leaning down to kiss you, a lot more innocent than any of your prior kisses. 
“Mm,” He moans against your lips, and then he’s kissing your forehead, nose and cheeks, all in a triangle. When you pull away, he’s grinning, eyes scrunched up in that silly little smile he does. “Shall we actually get clean now?”
You giggle, leaning backwards against the other edge of the bath. The bathwater sinks to your breasts, and you try to ignore the way his eyes falter down to them. “It might be a good idea. Get back in?”
“You’re a heathen,” He says, trying to be condescending, but that smile is still on his face. “We can’t fuck in here again. The bathwater will go cold, and I actually want us to get clean and have some food so that we don’t die. Sounds good?”
“I’ll try to keep my hands off you,” You smile, wide and toothy, and he points an accusing finger at you when you look down at his shaft again. 
“Watch yourself, omega.”
“Yeah, like that’s not gonna get me turned on again,” You huff playfully, and Jeongin only tackles you into the bath and kisses your cheeks again. He leans his forehead against you, and you can see he’s blushing despite his playful front.
“Clean-up time, okay?”
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roseykat · 7 months
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TITLE: How they are when they eat you out
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SUMMARY: OT8 blurb version of the title.
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WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
TAGS: mentions of orgasms, sex positions, again nothing too major.
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A/N: here is another spicy blurb/work of mine! Thank you everyone for engaging with my posts, messaging and following! I really appreciate y’all 😭💗 also side note again, I’ll spellcheck this when I get home!
BANG CHAN
Deliberately goes slow. He likes foreplay but also teasing you. Thrives off of feeling your legs shake around his head as he goes down on you. If you can’t handle the overbearing intensity of pleasure, he’ll snake his arms around your thighs, gripping and holding you there to ensure that you will take everything he gives you.
However, Chan is a firm reinforcer of edging and uses his mouth to achieve that. He’ll have you squirming and trembling every single time he brings you to the edge. Whenever you try and inch closer towards his tongue, he’ll pull away, leaving you frustrated and angry. But edging has a high purpose, and that’s to make you cum ten times harder than you usually would.
“I know how much you want to cum right now,” Chan says. “So lie back and let me get you there.”
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MINHO
Eats pussy for sport and will make you cum as hard and as fast as possible and as many times as you’ll let him. He’ll tease when he wants but for the most part, he wants to watch you writhe and shake. Hearing you scream out his name is a phenomenon that he can never get over. Minho also likes eating you out in positions that will have you screaming and where you’re bound to cum - literally.
He will have your legs bent at your sides, tied up so you can’t move, and will eat you out for an hour or two, otherwise until you’re crying from how much pleasure you’re in. In those positions, there’s nowhere for you to go or move other than the surface of his hot tongue.
“Like cumming on my mouth don’t you?” Minho asks. “I’ll make you cum again, and again, and again - until you start to forget your name.”
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CHANGBIN
Eats it like he means it. Will make you cum more than once with his mouth and won’t settle for anything less. He will have you in tears from how intense the orgasms are that he gives you. It’s a real contrast to how tender and nurturing he is when it comes to taking care of you afterwards. Nonetheless, Changbin will eat you out like it’s the last thing he’ll do.
He doesn’t stop unless you want him to. Sometimes you give him free rein which, in all honesty, is a terrible idea sometimes because Changbin will cease at nothing to make you cum so hard that you start seeing stars. What’s even better is because of his strength, it’s near to impossible to squirm away from his mouth, rendering you to cum hard regardless.
“Look how pretty you are when you cum,” Changbin sigh’s exasperatedly.
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HYUNJIN
Is very attentive. Studies every reaction that he brings out of you as soon as his mouth is buried in between your legs. Hyunjin also has the tendency to overstimulate the shit out of you. Half of the time he doesn’t actually mean to. He just gets off on the change in pitch of your moans, how you sometimes go silent when you cum, or when you grip onto his hair as tight as you can.
His method of making you orgasm multiple times ensures that your legs will be shaking and your moans will fill the space around him. The only unfortunate thing for him when it comes to eating you out is that he can’t see your entire body, especially when you cum.
“You’re shaking baby,” Hyunjin points out. “Feels that good, huh?”
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JISUNG
Is sloppy, but in the best way possible. He’s unfazed about how wet you are, how much of it gets on his face, if it’s on the bed, the floor, the kitchen counter - whatever. That’s applicable to every situation where he’s eating you out, even when Jisung feels lazy. In saying that, there are two sides to him, and he can go either way; he’ll either eat you out like he’s been deprived of it for months, or if he’s feeling lazy but still wants to go down on you, he’ll eat slowly.
If that’s the case, he will ask you to just sit on his face. It’s convenient for him to lie back and eat you out that way. Hell - he’ll even let you use his face to make yourself cum however many times you want. Jisung will say it so casually that it sometimes turns you on more. Despite him feeling lazy, that doesn’t mean to say that he isn’t into it - he is definitely into it.
“I’m horny as fuck,” Jisung says before smiling. “Sit on my face?”
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FELIX
Going down on you is already a task that’s intimate enough as it is, but Felix’s entire aura seems to enhance that even further, to the point where you feel so good that it’s emotional. Almost every time - guaranteed - Felix will interlock his fingers with yours when his head is buried between your legs. He’ll kiss your inner thighs, softly on your clit, delicately sucking and licking to slowly build you up to a peak.
He analyses what you like so well that every time he goes down on you, he makes sure to follow that routine to achieve the same results if not better. It’s almost like one of his games to him, except the rewards are better in every aspect. Lix just wants to make sure you feel good.
“Can never get enough of you,” Felix says. “Wanna make you cum as much as you’ll let me.”
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SEUNGMIN
Is a tease. Even during foreplay he’ll edge you with his mouth. He’ll never give you exactly what you want when you want it. If he’s going down on you, and you’re ready to cum, Seungmin will stop right before you start tipping over the edge just so he can fuck you in order to make you cum on his cock instead. Then again, if he feels generous, it’ll be his mouth that makes you cum, especially as a form of reward if you can go a day or two without being an absolute brat.
But that’s the side of Seungmin who likes to be dominant. There’s the other face of the coin where he can be very tender. In those instances when he is going down on you, expect to see a lot more affection from him. He won’t just focus solely on your clit, he’ll go slow, check in on you, and make you cum more than once because he’s also a gentleman.
“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good,” says Seungmin. “Nobody else can make you cum the way I do.”
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JEONGIN
Knows exactly what he’s doing when it comes to eating you out. Jeongin chooses to go slow whenever he does because of how attentive he is. He wants to make sure that each second his face is buried in between your legs that your body feels good. Every now and then it’s a bit frustrating because all you want to do is just cum as quickly as you can, so as you squirm or grip his hair to try and make him go faster, that’s when he’ll decide to intentionally tease you and go slow.
He likes to hold around your thighs, gently squeezing them to hold you firm around his head. The struggles you have when it comes to putting up with his tongue is next level. He has the technique to make you cum in under a minute minimum. He’s unassuming but he’s just that good at it.
“Can feel your legs shaking,” Jeongin says. “I want to feel them shake even more.”
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seungminheart · 8 months
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BETTER AND BETTER — yang jeongin
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pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, angst if you squint? bff2lovers!au word count: 10.9k warnings: 18+ mdni!!! soft dom!jeongin, brat!reader, masturbation (m&f), light manhandling, unprotected sex, one bed trope (gasp!), reader wears dresses and jeongin is very into it, he is just soooo down bad in general, this was supposed to be like 4k idk how it became this...
summary: a weekend getaway with your best friend is the cure for all your stress; at least, its supposed to be. so then, why does he end up spending the whole trip stressed instead...? OR, jeongin has been obsessed with you for years. (unfortunately for him, you are painfully oblivious to it all. guess he has no choice but to fuck the shit out of you until you notice.)
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"Yang Jeongin," you inhale deeply through your nose. "What is in your hands?"
"What do you mean?" He asks. "These are my bags."
You deadpan. "Obviously I know that! I mean, who on Earth needs three bags for a weekend trip?"
"Listen," he begins. "I know this is a foreign concept to you, but like... some of us enjoy actually trying to look good."
"Say that again," you threaten, reaching down to take off your slipper.
"Some of us—"
The slipper is off your foot before he has the chance to finish.
"Joking!" He exclaims with a giggle, taking a few bounding steps away from your reach.
"Whatever," you mutter, grabbing your single bag from the back of the car.
"Are you mad at me?" Jeongin asks, trailing after you as you begin the long trek uphill.
"Y/NNNN..." He sings, keeping in step with you despite his huge bags.
"You're so annoying," you mutter. You can already feel the burn in your legs, and the heat beating down isn't doing anything to help.
"That's not very nice to say to someone who planned out this entire vacation just for you," Jeongin points out with a smirk.
"Whatever," you huff childishly.
Your arms are already straining with the weight of your single bag. He, you notice, doesn't seem at all winded despite how heavy you imagine his bags are.
"It's not like I asked you to plan anything anyways... Why did you have to pick a place so far away?"
"Just wait," he insists. "It's worth it, I promise!"
You aren't sure how he has so much energy. The drive had been five hours—the exhaustion is already setting deep into your bones, and you didn't do anything except lounge in the passenger seat and complain about the secrecy of this trip.
To be fair, your brattiness isn't completely unearned. You didn't even know about this trip until this morning, when Jeongin ambushed you at your apartment and all but corralled you into his car.
It didn't matter how many times you asked him where, exactly, he is taking you—he remained tight-lipped on the destination, until the rocky shores of the coastline came into view and you realized he had taken you to the closest seaside town.
After countless years of friendship with Yang Jeongin, you were taken aback by how much his spontaneity continued to surprise you. It never made sense how the two of you remained friends despite your opposite nature, and yet you couldn't imagine a life without him. So, although it did annoy you to no end that he gave you no heads up about this trip, you went along with it anyways.
Deep down, you knew he planned all of this because of how stressed you had been lately. Jeongin isn't always the best when it comes to comforting you, but he tries, and you can't deny it—a weekend away to rest and recharge does sound like the perfect escape.
"That," you pant once you reach the small cottage on the top of the hill. "Was horrible."
"What do you mean?" Jeongin asks cheerfully.
"I literally hate you so much right now."
"Well," he says, grabbing your bag from you with ease. "I was going to tell you about the fun day I had planned, but I guess not..."
"Jeongin," you grit out. He fishes a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door without even sparing you a glance.
Sometimes, it is irritating just how well he knows you. Sure, it might be your fault for getting so riled up, but if there is one thing you hate more than anything, it is surprises.
Jeongin obviously knows that, and his annoying smirk is really getting on your last nerve. So much so that you hardly notice just how perfect the little cottage is.
"Yes?" He asks sweetly, his dimples on display as he flashes you an innocent grin.
You open your mouth to reply, but then he steps inside and opens the door wider, giving you a perfect view of the inside, and your words suddenly evade you.
"What..." you trail off with a gasp.
"Told you it would be worth it," Jeongin says smugly.
The interior of the cottage is whimsical, with exposed wood pillars, the sprawling bookshelf of your dreams, and a pop of pastel here and there, but what really takes your breath away is the view.
On the far facing wall, a large window overlooks the cliffside that the cottage is sat upon, and the idyllic seaside view is so gorgeous your brain starts malfunctioning.
For some reason that you are unable to place, your throat tightens. The cottage is beautiful, but it is the amount of thought that Jeongin put into it—this whole weekend—that catches you off guard.
If you had to sum it up in one word, you would say it's romantic.
Romance and Jeongin in one thought, however, is enough to send you spiraling. He's your best friend—he has been for years, and you would never do anything to compromise that. Ever. So what if your heart clenches sometimes when he's too nice, or your stomach flip flops when he looks particularly adorable, or your legs threaten to give out when you think about how much you care about him?
What the two of you have right now is perfect, and more importantly, it's enough.
"Wow," Jeongin whistles when you take too long to respond. "That good?"
"...It's alright, I guess," you throw back, the burn in the back of your throat still present even as you shrug your shoulders.
"Alright?" He scoffs. "Just alright?"
"Maybe if it didn't cost me an arm and a leg to get up here..." you trail off, walking towards the only bedroom in the cottage.
"I've seen you climb taller hills for half a bag of chips," Jeongin says.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" You call, swinging the door open.
The bed inside looks just as dreamy as the rest of the house, and you waste no time collapsing into its fluffy mattress. It is only when you take a deep inhale of the cotton that it hits you.
"Jeongin," you begin slowly. "Why is there only one bed?"
"Huh?" His head peeks through the doorframe, gaze falling on where you lie on the bed.
"Hmm. I guess there is only one."
You narrow your eyes. "And you didn't think to check before you booked it?"
The sheepish look that stretches across his face is a familiar one.
"Well, in my defense," he reasons. "I was a little distracted by trying to figure out how I was going to get you here in the first place."
"Oh my god," you groan, facepalming. "I'm best friends with an idiot."
"Hey," he pouts. "Is sharing a bed with me really that bad?"
"Yes!" You burst out.
"You answered that a little bit too quickly."
You purse your lips. That's because the last time we shared a bed I was so turned on I almost begged you to fuck me, you want to scream at him. The words are on the tip of your tongue—but then you remember that he is your best friend, and you stop yourself.
"You hog the blanket," you say instead. "And you're always so warm."
"I thought you liked that."
"Not in the middle of summer, Jeongin!"
"Whatever," he wallows. "I guess I'll just sleep on the couch, then... All alone... By myself..."
His lips pucker in a pout and you raise an eyebrow when he stares at you with wide eyes.
"You're supposed to say 'No, Jeongin, don't do that! Of course I would love to share a bed with you!'" He argues, glaring at you.
"I'm not going to lie," you snort.
He shrugs, picking up one of his bags and throwing it on the right side of the bed.
"Too bad," Jeongin sticks his tongue out at you. "It's my reward for being such a good friend."
"Um," you wrinkle your nose, shoving his bag off the bed.
"...Oh," he freezes, caught off guard by the unexpected action. You can physically pinpoint the moment his expression morphs from playful to unsure.
"Well, o-on a serious note, I'm totally fine sleeping on the couch i-if you're—"
"That's my side of the bed, you roll your eyes. "And if you hog the blankets tonight, I won't hesitate to kick you."
"Ohthankgod," he squeezes out in one breath, collapsing on the bed next to you.
"Yeah, yeah," you brush him off, snuggling deeper into the heavenly mattress. "Now leave me alone for like... two hours. I'm taking a nap."
"Um. No."
"And why the fuck not?"
Jeongin's hand wraps around your ankle. You yelp at the sensation of his warm fingers, and then you yelp again when he pulls you, dragging you to the edge of the bed.
"Let me think," he taps a finger against his chin. "Maybe because it's still the morning, and you spent the whole drive here being a little whiny baby?"
Jeongin towers over you, and your mind short circuits. The image is too suggestive—the pursing of his lips, the downturn of his gaze, not to mention the way that he is halfway straddling you, his legs on either side of your thighs, caging you in.
In another life, this position is leading to something very different. Your lips fall open with a soft puff of air, and all you can do is stare up at him.
But then you remember: he is your best friend.
"And," he continues, and a pang of guilt smacks you in the chest for having such lewd thoughts about him.
"I have a whole day planned for us. You can sleep when we come back."
You remain listless where you are and he frowns.
"Well?"
"I can't really move if you're on top of me," you say, your words coming out more breathy than you intended.
"Oh." Jeongin freezes as if he's only just realized the position you are in. "R-Right."
You aren't sure if you should be insulted by how quickly he scrambles away from you, and it does seem a little bit like overkill when he shoots to the opposite end of the room, but the further away he is, the easier it is to breathe, and so you ignore it.
"At least let me change first," you groan, pushing yourself off of the bed. "Give me five."
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"Dibs on shower first!" You holler as you step into the cottage a few hours later.
Jeongin trails in behind you, letting the keys drop slowly from his hands onto the table. Although you hadn't been too enthused about doing anything earlier, the day he had planned out for you was actually very fun.
The café-hopping in particular had been your favorite activity (if there was one thing Jeongin loved to do, it was indulge your incessant sweet tooth), but you had absolutely adored the walk down by the coast as well as the small flea market you had stumbled upon.
The day couldn't have been any more perfect. Even the weather was cooperative; the sun remained out the entire day, but a cool sea breeze sheltered you from the scorching heat of the summer, and you were thankful you had decided to wear your favorite flowy sundress out.
The only issue was that Jeongin seemed a little... distracted throughout it all.
It didn't matter how many times you asked him what was wrong. He remained tight-lipped, insisting that he was fine, that you really needed to stop worrying about him.
But even now, as he flops down onto the couch and stares listlessly at the wall, you can't help but feel a little worried. The glassy, distant look in his eyes makes your heart clench.
"Innie?" You prompt, leaning against the doorframe to the bedroom.
"Y-yeah?" He responds, finally looking at you. Except—no, he's not looking at you. He's looking somewhere past you.
To be more specific, at some distant point above your right shoulder.
"Just... Don't come in, I guess," you sigh.
He nods once.
Despite the cozy and humble atmosphere of the cottage, the bathroom is actually quite modern. A sleek marble countertop encases the pearl sink, and a waterfall shower is hidden within walls of frosted glass. Next to the shower, a large window overlooks the rolling clouds in the sky.
You turn the temperature as high as it goes and slip your dress off, letting it fall into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Once the water is warm enough, you step under the stream. As you go through the motions of washing yourself, your mind trails back to Jeongin.
You can't remember the last time you saw him so off. You can't remember if you've ever seen him like this, in fact.
You're not sure what is wrong with him, but the curiosity (laced with concern) gnaws at your stomach. Half an hour later, when you finally step out from under the steaming water, the thought still remains.
In a haze, you dry yourself and get dressed in an oversized t-shirt and sweats before stepping out in the living room. Jeongin is still glued to the couch, but he seems much more relaxed as he scrolls through his phone.
"Shower's all yours," you say.
When he looks up, you are relieved to find that his gaze seems much more clear and focused than it had all day. And when a groan escapes his lips and he reclines further into the couch, you know that he is definitely much better than he had been earlier.
"Stop being gross," you huff. "Go wash up so we can watch How to Train Your Dragon."
"Yeah, yeah," Jeongin gripes, but eventually pushes himself up.
"And hurry!" You call as he steps into the bedroom. "If you're not out in fifteen, I'm starting the movie without you!"
He flips you off right as he shuts the door, and you roll your eyes as you step into the kitchen.
The wide windows give you a perfect view of the sunset over the cliffs, and your stomach turns. It's so beautiful you feel like you can't breathe.
You pour yourself a glass of water and take a large gulp, a strange sense of calm setting over you. You can't recall the last time you felt this at peace—not with all the stress from work and your recently ended situationship. It only makes you even more thankful to have such an amazing friend like Jeongin.
After you finish your water, you head into the living room and begin tidying up for movie night. It only takes a few minutes to get everything ready—the blankets are laid out, the drinks are set up.
Except, when you reach for your phone to order the pizza, you find it is not there. A moment of panic washes over you, until you remember setting it down right before your shower. Which means that your phone must still be in the bathroom.
The faint sound of running water when you approach the bedroom tells you that Jeongin is still in the shower.
"Jeongin?" You knock on the door, but there is no answer. He must not be able to hear you, you think to yourself as you push the bedroom door open and step inside.
The water is louder, and you call his name out again. "Innie?"
No response still.
You knock twice, hoping that he'll be able to hear that at least, but the only reply you get comes in the form of a soft, pained grunt, as if he has just stubbed his toe.
"Jeongin, hello?"
Your hand hovers over the doorknob, a conflicting swirl of emotions welling up inside you. Should you go in? Your phone is on the counter right next to the door, and the shower is frosted glass. It's not like you would see anything, and you would be in and out so quick he wouldn't notice.
And besides, even if you did see something, it wouldn't be the first time. You don't go so many years being best friends with a person and not seeing them naked accidentally at least once.
Yeah, you reason to yourself, it's no big deal. And besides, you really wanted that pizza...
When you turn the doorknob, you're half surprised to meet no resistance. Then again, Jeongin is the type to forget to lock the door.
You push the door open slowly, breathing a sigh of relief when your phone on the counter comes into view. Your eyes drop down to the ground, and you notice that your phone isn't the only thing you left in the bathroom—you had left your dress on the ground, too.
And right next to it lies a pile of Jeongin's discarded clothes.
Your face flushes. There is something strangely intimate about seeing your clothes and his right next to each other. It's so embarrassing to be worked up over such a small thing, and you want to smack yourself for how middle-school it is that such a silly coincidence sends your heart fluttering.
Instead, you take a step inside, slowly, reaching for your phone.
Your hand has just closed around it, a sense of accomplishment-slash-relief swelling in your chest, when you hear a choked moan coming from the shower.
Your heart stops in your chest, and then starts again with a sputter.
What the fuck was that?
And then, you hear the sound again.
Your phone clatters from your grasp as ice sparks through your veins.
There's no way, you think to yourself.
There is no way you just walked in on Jeongin jerking off in the shower.
Is there?
Almost as if you're possessed, you turn towards the shower, towards where your best friend is naked and under the steady stream of water only a few feet away from you.
And even though the glass walls of the shower are frosted only from the neck down, the vague shape of his hand wrapped around himself is unmistakable.
Unbidden, a gasp slips from your lips as a strange mixture of arousal and shame hits you in the chest. Even though you can't see anything, the insinuation is enough to make your blood run hot.
And then, in the most unfortunate turn of events, Jeongin chooses that exact moment to look up.
The scream that escapes his lips would have been comical, if you hadn't also screamed. But hey, what else were you supposed to do? You didn't expect him to actually look up at you. No, actually—you didn't expect to walk in on him jacking off at all.
"W-What—?" Jeongin splutters, flushed—in embarrassment or arousal, you aren't sure.
"I'm sorry!" You screech, your face on fire as you avert your eyes by staring upwards at the ceiling. "I was just trying to get my phone!"
"Oh my god," Jeongin groans, his eyes squeezing shut. "Oh my god, this isn't happening."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving!" You chant. "I'm so sorry!"
You run out so fast he barely has the chance to respond, and the slamming of the door behind you is so loud it echoes throughout the cottage.
The silence is deafening as you collapse onto the couch in the living room, a hand held to your chest to help calm your racing heart.
You can't think about what you just saw—you refuse to. So, to distract yourself, you turn on the TV and raise the volume loud enough to drown out your thoughts.
Still, you find it impossible to focus on whatever is playing on the screen in front of you.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the shower fades away. Your heart races as you think about what Jeongin is doing in there for so long—did he just continue on after you ran out?
It isn't your place to think thoughts like that about him, however, so you remain seated where you are and wait for him to come out and join you.
Only, he never does. Which you should have expected. After all, is movie night really still in the cards? In your rush to escape the bathroom, you had forgotten your phone in there, so there was no pizza anyways. Not to mention the elephant in the cottage with you...
"Innie?" You peek into the bedroom, only to find him cocooned in the bedsheets, his face hidden from sight.
"Are you awake?"
He doesn't respond, but his breathing gets a little shallower at the sound of your voice.
When you settle down on your side of the bed, he rolls over to face away from you.
"Go away," he mumbles.
"Why?"
"I'm embarrassed," he whines, "and I don't want to look at you or I might cry."
"I'm sorry," you apologize immediately, a frown creeping onto your face.
"Ugh," he groans. "It's not your fault..."
"It kind of is," you point out.
He shakes his head.
"Listen," you sigh. "There's no need to be embarrassed about this, if you really think about it! Masturbating is a natural, healthy thing, and you shouldn't be ashamed of your virility."
"Shut up," Jeongin whines. "Why did you have to say it like that?"
"Because it's true!" You insist, trying to will away the image of what his hand wrapped around his dick might look like if there hadn't been a frosted pane of fucking glass between the two of you earlier.
"And besides," you continue. "We're best friends. I've seen you do loads of embarrassing things. Jerking off in the shower doesn't even make the top five."
"Gee, thanks," his face is still buried under the sheets, but you don't have to see it to know that he is rolling his eyes.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll pretend I never saw anything," you tell him.
He is silent for a moment.
Then, he throws the covers off of himself and sits up, looking you dead in the eye.
"Whatever!" He exclaims finally, pouting at you. "It doesn't matter anyways."
"Exactly!" You nod vigorously. "And besides, it's not like I saw much."
Strands of his damp hair cling to his forehead, and his brow furrows.
"Your loss," he shrugs. "I'm, like, insanely hot."
You scoff at how serious he looks. "You're so annoying."
"And you're a perv," he snarks back.
"Fuck you," you bite.
"You wish!"
"Shut up," you deadpan. "Now, are you done being a baby? We still have a movie to watch."
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The next morning when you wake up, it is with buttery sunbeams on your face and Jeongin's dick against your back.
In your half-awake haze, you haven't quite processed where you are. The last thing you remember is falling asleep on opposite ends of the bed after a very emotional rewatch of Jeongin's favorite movie.
And now? Well, it's safe to say that distance was not maintained throughout the night.
In this moment, there are only three truths: a warm, heavy arm is splayed over your torso, pinning you to the bed. Something solid is firm and hard against the small of your back. And when you roll your hips upwards against it, a muffle moan sounds behind you.
The noise is so enticing that you can't help but roll your hips again, relishing the feeling.
Only, half a moment later, do you realize what exactly it is—who exactly it is. Your eyes snap open.
Now, there are four truths: Jeongin's arm is wrapped around you, his dick is hard against your back, you are insanely turned on... And you need to get away from him before he wakes up.
Despite your racing heart, you try you best to pry his arm off of you gently. You can't imagine the embarrassment (on both your parts) if he was to wake up right now. Especially not after last night.
Thankfully, though, he remains asleep once you escape his grasp, stretching out his limbs. Your skin is flushed as you stand over the bed, and you can't help but feel like a creep. First, you accidentally walk in on him jerking off, and then you rub yourself all over him while he's sleeping?
You are the worst friend ever.
Shame washed over you as you hurry into the bathroom. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you spend longer than usual on your morning routine. So maybe it doesn't take ten minutes to tone your face, but you are still dazed with arousal and embarrassment, both of which cause you to move slower than usual.
Thirty minutes later when you walk back into the bedroom, you find Jeongin awake and scrolling through his phone.
"Hey," he greets you, his messy hair falling into his eyes.
"Hi," you say back, hoping you don't sound as awkward as you feel.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks innocently. Your face heats up.
"Y-Yup!" You exclaim.
Jeongin's gaze lingers on you, his lips pursed.
"Anyways," you continue quickly. "What's the plan for today?"
"Oh," he visibly brightens. "Well, I was thinking we could take a walk around town, and then maybe do a boat tour in the afternoon, if you're down for it?"
The bashful way he asks you makes your heart melt, especially with the dangerous knowledge that he's probably already booked the boat tour, just in case you say yes.
"That sounds great," you tell him.
He grins and his eyes disappear behind his dimples, which in turn makes you want to disappear.
"Great," he says happily. "What d'you say we leave in an hour?"
"An hour?" You raise a brow teasingly. "You sure that's enough time for you to get ready?"
He scoffs, pushing himself up from the bed. "Don't be rude."
"Better get a head start," you call as he walks towards the bathroom. Predictably, he sticks his tongue out in your direction before letting the door shut.
As Jeongin gets ready, you rifle through your bag, trying to decide on an outfit for the day. The weather is nice and sunny, and it doesn't take long for you to decide on a dress, similar to the one you wore yesterday: this time, it is light green, short, and flowy enough that you won't have to worry about overheating.
In the time it takes him to finish getting ready, you manage to work your way through an ungodly amount of true crime Youtube videos. You are stretched out on the bed, stomach down, as a mukbang-style recount of a serial killer spree plays on your phone when Jeongin finally walks out of the bathroom.
"Finally," you complain, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. "Are you ready?"
He takes a moment too long to respond, and concern washes over you. When you look up at the way he is all but gaping at you, that concern only intensifies.
"Oh..." Jeongin stutters, frozen in the doorway.
"What?" You ask, self-conscious under his piercing gaze. "Is there something wrong?"
Your brow furrows as you look down at yourself, trying to figure out if your clothes are inside out, or if there is some horrific toothpaste stain that you managed to miss. However, a quick perusal of your outfit indicates that nothing seems to be out of place.
You look back up and Jeongin is still staring.
"Does it... Does it not look good?"
This was your first time wearing this dress. You bought it a few months ago when it caught your eye in the store, hoping that maybe you'd get to dress up and look nicer than usual. It wasn't something you did often but you had just started seeing someone new back then, so you thought—well, why not?
"Jaehyun didn't like it much," you blabber on. "But I thought it was fine. Although, maybe it does look a little off... Should I change? I should change, right?"
Jaehyun was a nice guy, for all intents and purposes. You met him through a friend of a friend, and when he asked you out you said yes immediately, if only because you were bored and desperately in need of a distraction from your turbulent feelings for your best friend.
You liked him well enough, even if he did sometimes say things without thinking. Like how he didn't think green suited you, or that he thought you looked infinitely better in pants instead of dresses. When things ended with him, you weren't too torn up about it, however, so you must not have liked him that much.
At the mention of your ex, Jeongin scoffs.
"That asshole? Don't listen to anything he says. You look great... Beautiful, really."
Your cheeks heat up at the fervor in his voice.
"R-Really?"
He nods vigorously.
"Thanks, Innie..." You mumble.
He is still standing in the doorway, but whatever spell he is under seems to break as he looks at you. Suddenly shy under his gaze, you avoid eye contact as you fidget with the hem of your dress.
"If you don't mind me asking..." Jeongin hesitates. "Why did you end things with him, anyways? Not that I'm complaining! You just, y'know, never really told me what happened."
"Oh, I didn't end things," you say. "He did, actually."
"What?" Jeongin hisses as if he has been physically hit.
You nod.
"Why would he do that?" The genuine disbelief in his voice, as if he can't possibly wrap his mind around what you are saying, floors you. He sounds so personally offended, and you can't help but smile at what a loyal friend he is.
Then his question actually registers and your smile fades away, discomfort churning in your stomach.
"He, uh," you pause. "Well. He didn't like... How close you and I are."
"You're joking."
You shake your head.
Jeongin's eyes are wide and he asks, "did he, like, tell you to choose between me and him?"
He laughs slightly at the end as if it is a joke, but you remain silent.
"No way," he says. "No way."
"Yeah," you suck in a breath. "That was pretty much my reaction, too."
"What an asshole," he scoffs. "Why did you even stay with him for so long?"
There is an edge to his voice, and your brow furrows.
"Because he was nice, and I liked him," you say, slightly irritated at the accusation in his tone.
"Really?" He pins you with a look, as if to say he doesn't think the reason is good enough.
"Yes, Jeongin, and he liked me too. Why else do people see each other?"
"Well it doesn't sound like he liked you that much," Jeongin mutters.
You frown, not liking the way his words pierce you. Maybe it was true that Jaehyun didn't like you that much. But he did like you, which was more than you could say about Jeongin. Who was he to have an opinion on your love life? He might be your best friend, but you don't appreciate the way he is judging you right now—especially for something that is well and truly over.
"I..." You feel more vulnerable than you would like. "You asked what happened and I told you. Why... Why are you mad at me for this?"
"I'm not mad at you," Jeongin says automatically, and his words are softer, lacking the heat they had only moments before.
"It sounds like you are..."
"No," he inhales, chewing on his lip. "God, no. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at him."
"Really...?" You ask dubiously.
"Really!" Jeongin exclaims. "It just pisses me off that he treated you like that. Like, who does he think he is? God, he's always been such a dick!"
You pause, taking in the taut lines of agitation on his face. By now, he has abandoned his position in the doorway in favor of pacing around the room.
"What...?" You say, lost. "But I thought you liked him!"
"Uh, fuck no," he rolls his eyes. "I've never liked him. Literally anyways could treat you better than he did."
A moment passes.
"I could treat you better."
Your breath catches in your throat.
Under any other circumstances, his words would seem normal. You might have been able to brush it off as a joke, maybe even laughed a little.
But the earnest way he is looking at you, the resolute way his hands wring together as he looks at you—really looks at you, tells you that there is more to what he is saying.
HIs pacing has come to a halt, and even from the opposite end of the room, you can see the uneasy rawness in his expression.
"What..." You hiccup. "Why do you say that?"
He considers your question for a moment, a thousand thoughts brewing in his head. It seems as if he is on the precipice of two impossible choices. Then, he takes a steely breath and nods.
"Because I mean it."
The words leave his lips and your heartbeat quickens.
"I don't understand..." You say faintly.
Frustrated, Jeongin runs a hand through his hair. His pacing resumes and he fidgets with his fingers as you watch, unsure what he is going to do next.
"Am I really...?" He mutters, more to himself than to you. "Really...? Okay, yeah, I am."
As you watch, he rolls his shoulders back and then sets his eyes on you, walking over and taking a seat on the bed next to you.
He is close enough that your things are touching and your heart stutters at the imploring look in his eyes. His hand wraps around yours, pulling it into his lap.
You look down at your joined hands, and then up at him again.
"Jeongin?" You ask tentatively.
"Just..." He practically chokes, his eyes sliding shut.
"Are you okay?" A concoction of worry and anticipation swirls inside you.
"Yeah, okay. I'm just going to say it."
"Okay."
"This is kind of embarrassing," he laughs. "I mean, why is this so hard? You literally just walked in on me with my hand around my dick yesterday but this seems, like, ten times worse."
Heat shoots through you.
"W-What...?" You breathe unable to stop the way your gaze drops to his covered crotch, only a few inches away from your joined hands.
Jeongin had decided on wearing jeans today, the baggy dad-fit kind, and although they are loose, you can't help but imagine what might lie underneath.
"Wait..." Jeongin says. "Are you staring at my dick right now?"
"What? No!"
"Really? It sure looks like you are."
"There's a stain," you fib, dragging your eyes away from him.
"I just bought these two days ago."
"Okay," you inhale. "Fine. Maybe I was. But also, y'know, maybe I wasn't."
When you look at his face, a small smile threatens to break out across it.
"D'you want a closer look?" He teases.
You scoff, yanking your hand out of his.
"Weren't you saying something?" You ask pointedly.
"Sorry, you're right," he nods, gently taking your hand back. Except this time, he pulls the rest of you along with it, dragging you flush onto his lap.
Your cheeks flush immediately, but Jeongin doesn't seem at all embarrassed by this new position.
"I'm trying to confess my feelings for you right now," he continues. "We can talk about my dick later."
"You're... what for me?!"
He raises a brow, surprisingly calm.
"Feelings," Jeongin says slowly. "I have them. For you. Romantically, y'know."
You scoff. "Don't be condescending. I heard what you said!"
"I was just trying to help," he tells you innocently. "You seemed confused.
"Because I am!" You cry. "What are you saying? Y-You can't be serious."
"Yes, I am," he rolls his eyes. "I like you, a lot, in case you couldn't tell."
You gape at him.
"And you must like me too," he adds, "considering the way you were just staring at my dick."
You glare at him, unable to fight the fierce heat that rises to your cheeks even as you break your hand free from his grasp once again.
"Shut up," you groan, placing your hands square on his chest. A teasing smile stretches across his face, and then slowly slips away as you wiggle in his lap, trying to get off of him.
Jeongin's breath catches in his throat and his hands automatically drift to your hips, holding you in place.
"Let me go," you whine, increasing your efforts. "You're saying weird things and I, like, need a moment."
"Oh my god. You need to stop doing that."
"Doing what?" You snark.
He looks at you pointedly, a dark look in his eyes, and you wriggle some more, until—
"Oh," you gasp, surprising by the hard feeling poking against your thigh. "Jeongin, w-what the hell?"
"It's not my fault," he groans. "I told you to stop! And you look so good in this stupid dress I-I couldn't help it..."
"I don't understand," you stutter, arousal shooting straight to your core. "Where is this coming from?"
"You can't be serious," Jeongin mutters, and against your will, you squirm at the hoarse quality of his voice.
"—Fuck, please don't do that."
He sounds physically in pain, and you inhale sharply as his grip tightens on your hips, bruising as he holds you in place. His hands are so big—a fact you have always known, but seems somehow unavoidable now that they are holding you down on his lap.
"I—" You begin.
"You really had no idea how I feel about you?" Jeongin asks, pulling you closer to him. "Like, at all?"
"Oh," the moan escapes your lips at the delicious drag of your clothed core against his leg.
"Fuck, I wasn't going to tell you like this," he mumbles, his head falling against your shoulder. "I wasn't going to tell you at all. But I just—"
He inhales.
"I wanted to do this the right way, at least," Jeongin's jaw clenches.
"You are definitely doing this the right way," you say lowly, and then immediately blush afterwards. The words weren't supposed to come out, but his fingers tighten on your hips, and your thighs tighten around his leg.
"Shut up," he huffs, but there is a burgeoning hope underlying his tone. "I'm trying to be romantic here."
You consider his words. This position is making you delirious—you have always dreamed of this, Jeongin under you... no, Jeongin having feelings for you. It's euphoric, knowing that he actually cares about you the way you care about him. But the heat building up in the pit of your stomach is increasingly distracting, and all you want to do right now is grind down and get some relief.
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, and then look up at him with wide eyes.
"You can be romantic after you fuck me," you say boldly.
A muffled groan escapes his lips and his hips ruth shallowly upwards at your words.
"Don't say things like that," he whines. "I—"
"Yes?" One of your hands creeps up his thighs.
"No," Jeongin glares at you. He snatches your sneaky wrist, yanking it away from you, and his unforgiving grip only sends another shot of arousal through you.
"If I fuck you," he breathes, "it'll be after I tell you how I feel."
You perk up. "So that means you are going to fuck me?"
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "Not if you keep acting like a brat."
You raise a brow wordlessly, and Jeongin's hold on your wrist loosens at the look in your eyes.
In this position, your dress is ridden up to the top of your thighs, leaving little to nothing to the imagination. You don't miss the way that his gaze travels up your legs, snagging on the green material as he chews on the inside of his cheek.
A mischievous, horny half-thought forms in your head. Your hands drift to the hem of your dress, and then before he can stop you—or worse, before you can stop yourself—you tug it up high enough to put your lace panties on display.
"Y/N." Your name is a choked whine as it leaves his lips.
"Yes?"
Jeongin takes a deep breath, his eyes focused on the ceiling in an attempt to collect himself.
"I don't—I mean, I want—" He struggles.
"Is something wrong, Innie?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I like you, but you're being so fucking difficult. Can't you wait, like, two minutes?"
"Oh my god, shut up," you breathe finally, squirming closer to him. "You like me, I get it! I like you too, obviously. I would like you better if your dick was inside me, but whatever. Can we fuck now?"
Your hand inches up his thigh again, and this time he doesn't have the chance to stop you before you're dragging a finger along the crotch of his jeans.
Half a sigh escapes his lips and then he grabs your hand, adjusting your grip so that you are fully palming him through the thick material.
"If you're going to be a brat," he groans, "at least do it right."
A wicked grin stretches across your lips.
"Gladly."
You reach for his zipper, eager to get his pants off so you can feel the full weight of him in your hands. But before you have the chance, Jeongin's hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you down to his lips.
"You—" he presses his lips against yours, hard. "—are such—" The words vibrate against your lips and you fight the urge to whimper, "—a tease."
"I'm trying to touch your dick," you pout between kisses.
Technically, you are touching his dick, but it's not enough. Not since yesterday, when the tantalizing what if wormed its way into your mind. It is pure torment, knowing all the lies between you and your prize is one measly layer of denim.
It is even more annoying that Jeongin has decided to distract you with pecks on the lips that are surprisingly tame, considering that he is insanely hard beneath you.
"And I," he glares, "am trying to tell you how much I adore and admire you."
The effect of his resolve is half-lost when his eyes flicker down to your chest, glazing over in lust as he stares at the shape of your body.
"Do that later," you hiss.
Your efforts with your hands are momentarily forgotten as you focus your attention solely on his lips.
Determined to deepen the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself as close as you can, scooting up in his lap and molding the front of your body to his.
In this new position, your core is directly over his clothed cock and you grind down on him at the same time that you lick a long stripe against the seam of his lip.
Your actions have the desired effect when Jeongin's lips part in a soundless moan. His willpower quakes when your tongue slides into his mouth, and the way he kisses you back is sloppy, as if he is trying to swallow you whole.
But then, almost too quickly, he remembers himself. With a surprisingly sexy amount of self control, he manages to pull himself away from you.
A small whine escapes you and your lips try to follow his, but Jeongin's hand wraps around your throat and holds you where you are.
"Who said you could do that?" He asks. His lips are red and swollen as they turn upwards in a foreboding smirk.
"Sorry, I didn't know I needed permission to kiss you," you scoff. "Or did you not like it?"
"Oh, I liked it," Jeongin says, unaffected by your taunt. "What I would like more is for you to shut up and actually listen to me, but it's okay. We'll get there eventually."
"Sure," you roll your eyes.
A competitive glint steals its way into his gaze. "Is that a challenge?"
"And if it is?"
"Mmm, baby, I was hoping you would say that."
And then, before you can react, he pushes you roughly off of him. Not expecting the motion, you fall into a heap on top of the bed sheets, a gasp caught in your throat.
When you look up, Jeongin peels his shirt off, maintaining eye contact even as he settles against the headboard, palming himself through his pants.
"That wasn't very nice," you push yourself up onto your knees.
He raises a brow, his gaze raking up and down your body.
"Why are you so far away?" You complain. "I thought you were going to fuck me."
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?"
You can't deny how hot it is, being so close but so far away, able to look but not touch him. There is something vaguely humiliating in the distance between the two of you, and Jeongin's heated gaze pins you in place.
"Patience is for losers," you huff childishly. "Are you going to touch me or do I have to do all the work myself?"
You realize your mistake a moment too late.
"Hmm, you're right," he muses. "Why should I touch you when you can do it yourself?"
It's too late to take it back, and you refuse to beg, so you keep your mouth shut.
"It's only fair, don't you think? You saw me, now it's my turn."
Jeongin's innocent smile coupled with his sharp words is enough to set you alight.
Still, you hesitate, your lips parted in a half 'o' as you consider his words.
"Touch yourself for me, or I won't touch you at all."
"Ugh," you whine finally, seeing the promise in his eyes. "Fine."
"Don't be a brat," Jeongin warns.
You can't help but roll your eyes, and yet when you bring your hand down to your clothed core, a shy flush works itself onto your face.
It isn't like you have never touched yourself before, but you can't remember the last time you had such a rapt audience, and it isn't just anyone watching you—it's Jeongin.
There is a sort of thrill to the way he stares you down, strong desire evident in his gaze even as he remains perfectly still. That thrill is then only heightened by the fact that you are still completely clothed, your skirt flipped up so that he has a perfect view of what is underneath.
With a deep breath, you run a hesitant finger once over the fabric of your panties, then twice. Jeongin is only able to watch your timid ministrations with a singular focus, and it emboldens you enough to push the thin fabric covering you to the side.
He inhales sharply at the sight.
"Oh my god," the strangled words barely escape his mouth, and you don't miss the way he squeezes himself tighter.
You lick your lips at the sight and slowly trail a finger down, circling yourself bare with small, light figure eights.
"Does that feel good?" Jeongin asks, and the eagerness in his voice surprises you. His voice is steady, and if you weren't able to see his blown out pupils for yourself, you would think that he was genuinely, objectively interested in the answer to the question.
"I guess..."
Even though you are insanely turned on, your fingers aren't doing much for you right now. You have always needed something else—a toy, a helping hand, anything—to help you get off this way. Jeongin's surveilling gaze is certainly helping, but predictably, you can't help but feel a little bit stuck.
"You don't sound very sure." You aren't sure how he manages to sound both condescending and caring at the same time.
Your lip snags between your teeth in frustration.
"It's... It's not enough."
"Hmm," he remains still.
"Jeongin..." His name comes out breathy.
"Aww," he coos. "D'you need some help?"
"You're so annoying," you growl.
"And you're so mouthy," he rolls his eyes and a hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you towards him.
In only a second, you all but fall onto his lap. You can't help the moan that escapes you at his manhandling, and his lips twist in a smirk when he hears it.
"Is this better?" He teases.
Your thighs lay over his, but your core is far away from where you want it to be most: flush against his dick. In an attempt to get closer, you wriggle your hips, but Jeongin's hands come down and hold them firmly in place.
"Can you get off like this?"
You glare at him. The tone in which he asks the question hints that he already knows the answer is no.
"Try," he says, "and maybe if you're good, I'll give you a reward."
Frustrated, you bring two fingers down to your clit and continue your slow circling, faster this time as you teeter between the desire to ease the pressure and the desire to defy Jeongin.
"Wanna know what I was thinking about yesterday?" He asks casually, his eyes focused again on the languid movement of your fingers.
"H-Huh?"
"When you walked in on me," he clarifies.
"Oh."
"I was thinking about you," Jeongin says. "You and that stupid fucking dress you were wearing."
Your breath catches in your throat and you clench around nothing. his eyes are dark and his hand drifts down to squeeze himself as he continues.
"Every time you wear one of those dresses," he inhales, tugging on the hem of your skirt, "It makes me lose my mind. Did you know that?"
You bite your lip, your fingers pressing down harder against you.
"They're just so... ugh." He pants, squeezing himself tighter. "It would be so easy to flip it up and have my way with you."
His words are torture, especially with the devout way he refuses to touch you. You breathe shakily, trying to ignore the way his voice goes straight through you.
"Just one move, mmm, and you could sit on my dick, anywhere you want. Nobody would even have to know."
His hips rut upwards, and you know that he isn't as unaffected as he seems.
"Would you like that?" He asks. "I bet you would."
"And who said I would let you?"
His eyes darken.
"I-I mean, you'd have to earn it first," you lick your lips.
"Earn it?" he murmurs. "How? Like this?"
And then he pulls you forward so that your body is flush with his. The position is reminiscent of a few moments ago, when your tongue had been down his throat, but this time Jeongin's lips go straight for your throat and his fingers make their way to your core, pushing yours out of the way.
"Oh."
It astounds you just how different his hand feels from your own. He keeps the same pace as you, and yet arousal sparks through your veins in a way that you have never been able to achieve on your own.
"You're so wet," he says against your skin, sucking a bruise under the curve of your jaw. "How are you this wet?"
That, of course, only sends more arousal shooting down to your core, gushing against his fingers, and his eyes roll back.
"You're so hot. Oh my god."
"Keep talking like that," you sigh, "and you'll definitely earn something."
"Like what?" His hips roll up right as he presses down deeper and you swear you almost black out.
"S-something like your dick in my mouth, maybe."
"Ugh," Jeongin hisses, and his hand stills.
"What—?" You quiver on his lap from the sudden loss of sensation.
"Sorry," his eyes screw shut and his hand move to your hips, repositioning you on his lap so that you are no longer directly on his dick.
"I—hmm, I need a moment."
"Did I do something wrong?" You ask, dazed.
"No!" Jeongin exclaims immediately. "It's just..."
He purses his lips, a light blush rising to his cheeks.
"Yes?"
"I was like, two seconds away from coming in my pants, and that would have been so embarrassing."
His confession is surprisingly candid for how abashed he sounds.
"Oh my god," you whimper, clenching down on nothing. "That's so hot."
"Fuck. You're like, insane. What the fuck?"
You narrow your eyes. "We've been best friends for years. You're only realizing that now?"
"I was a little distracted by other things about you," he breathes against your neck.
You huff, a retort ready, but then his mouth is on you again.
"C-Can you just fuck me already?" You whine instead. "I—I need to feel you or I'll die."
"You're so dramatic," he rolls his eyes.
Your hands have a mind of their own as they travel down to his pants, squeezing him through them. His head falls into the crook of your shoulder with a moan, but he doesn't stop you even as you drag the zipper down.
And then, he lets out the most delicious sound as you reach into his boxers and wrap your fingers around the head of his cock. The weight of it feels perfect in your hands and you waste no time in pulling him out of his boxers.
Your mouth goes dry at the first real look at him. He's big, bigger than you thought he would be, and you are dizzy at the thought of it.
How would he feel inside you? Would be even fit? The heat inside your chest sparks further.
"Stop looking at me like that," Jeongin grinds out.
You watch in awe as you give him an experimental stroke and his mouth drops open. Another stroke, and a strangled moan leaves his lips.
Curiously, you run a finger over the tip, gathering his precum before running your hand down his shaft once more.
"Oh my god," he moans into your shoulder. Jeongin's gaze is focused on your small hand moving over his cock, and your gaze is focused on face and the small reactions he gives you.
"You're evil," Jeongin hisses after a particularly vindictive squeeze.
"And you're hot," you say.
"O-okay, that's enough—"
He halts your hand, unwrapping your fingers from his cock. His face screws up and his hips unconsciously follow your touch as it leaves, but he remains steady when he pulls you away.
"But—" you pout.
"You can do that later," Jeongin breathes. "Unless you would rather I come in your hands instead of inside you?"
"No," you shake your head quickly. "The second one. Let's do that one."
A smirk slips across his face and then one hand is on your hip again, pulling you even closer as the other wraps around the base of his cock.
"I'm going to..." he breathes. "Can I fuck you now?"
"Hmm..." You tap a finger to your chin. "i dunno, what happened to not fucking me until you told me how you feel?"
"I hate you, that's how I feel," he mutters, his brow furrowed.
"I don't think so—oh."
Your taunt trails off as he brushes the head of his dick against your core. The feeling of him hot in between your legs is enough for you to whimper.
"Let me fuck you," he says again. "Please?"
You nod, lightheaded as he continues to rub his cock against you.
"Yeah. Yes. Please, fuck me."
"Thank god," he breathes.
His fingers hook your panties even further to the side and then you lift your hips up so that you are hovering just above him. With an unsteady breath, Jeongin positions his dick right at your entrance.
He looks up at you, his pupils blown out with lust.
"Ready?" He asks in a voice that is surprisingly tender.
You nod again, and then slowly sink down on him.
"Fuck," he chokes out.
The stretch is unfamiliar, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. You knew he was big, but the burn of him opening you up still catches you off guard.
Jeongin notices your expression immediately, and his hands on your hips stop you in your path.
"Are you okay?" His voice is laced with concern.
"I'm good. Just—so big."
"Sorry," he whispers. "We... we don't have to do this right now."
"No!" You shake your head. "No, I want to. Just... give me a second."
He nods understandingly.
"Take your time."
He is barely even halfway inside you at this point, but you breathe in through your nose as you wait to adjust to his size. A few moments later, the burn fades mostly away into a dull ache, which then gives way to the threads of arousal that had previously been wrapping around you.
All it takes is one look at Jeongin's wrecked expression for that arousal to increase tenfold. You can feel yourself growing wetter at the expression on his face, and then he groans, and you know that he must have felt it too.
"What—" He begins, but his sentence breaks off into a moan as you roll your hips forward and then slowly push yourself downward once more.
"You—oh, you feel so..." Jeongin blabbers.
"Yes?" You ask, pleasantly surprised as the pain slowly fades into pleasure.
"So good," he gasps. His eyes are unfocused, and when you finally are able to take him fully to the hilt, he squeezes your hips.
"You're—" he breathes. "You're doing so well."
The praise sends more heat through you and you unintentionally clench down on him.
"Holy shit," he whines.
"You're so big," you hiss.
He nods quickly, and you aren't sure if he heard what you said.
"Can you," he begins. "Well, I mean, whenever you're ready, can you maybe move?"
"O-only because you asked so nicely."
And then, quicker than he can process, you lift yourself up and swivel your hips downwards.
"Oh," you both moan at the same time.
Experimentally you repeat the motion, and a shot of heat moves through you when it garners the same reaction. It doesn't take long before you have built up a steady rhythm, riding him as he moans beneath you.
"Where—oh, where d-did you learn how to do this?" He pants, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" You tease, breathing heavy from both pleasure and exertion.
"You're so good," he murmurs against your neck, moaning when you roll your hips a way that allows him to reach inside deeper than before. "So, so good, oh my god."
His mouth moves to your throat, placing sloppy kisses up and down the column of your neck.
"You're so pretty like this. And I'm the only one who gets to see, hmm?"
"Yeah," you breathe. "O-only you."
The force of your riding allows the skirt of your dress, previously rolled up to your torso, to fall back down. There is something sensual and dirty about the way that you are both still clothed—you, with your panties haphazardly pushed to the side and him, with his cock just barely pulled out of his pants. It makes you go crazy, how you can't even see the way you sink down on him because of all the fabric in between.
"Jeongin," you whimper. "I—oh my god, you feel so good, I think I-I'm close..."
"Already?" He teases, panting as he sucks a bruise against your jaw.
You nod, your movements getting more and more sloppy as the pleasure builds.
"I—" you moan, but the build is too slow to actually push you over the edge. "I can't."
The frustration in your voice has Jeongin thrusting upwards to meet the roll of your hips.
"Not enough?" He asks, and you nod pathetically.
He pulls away, his hands on your hips moving to stop you. You are so fucked out that you hardly notice that he is pulling out of you until you feel the glaring absence of him.
"What—" You whimper, close to tears at the visceral loss.
"Shh," he soothes, swallowing your words with a chaste kiss to the lips. "Don't worry, baby, I'm going to take care of you."
Jeongin's tongue peeks out of his mouth as he pushes you down, slowly, until you are laid flat on your back. A small whine builds in the back of your throat and you fist the sheets beneath you, not really knowing what is going on except that Jeongin was fucking you and now no longer is.
Then, before you even have to ask, he is back at your entrance, pushing into you.
This time, it is much easier to accommodate the stretch. His first stroke is enough to bring you back to the precipice you had been on earlier, and Jeongin chokes audibly when you clench down on him.
"So tight," he grunts, thrusting into you again. "You feel like heaven."
You bite into the heel of your palm as the whimpers begin to build up in your throat.
"Don't do that," Jeongin groans, his next stroke languid and deep enough to have you seeing stars.
His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth.
"Wanna hear you," he pants. You moan as he thrusts into you again, somehow even deeper. "Yeah, just like that."
His fingers push your palm flat against the bed next to you, and then gently intertwine with yours, an intimate juxtaposition to the precise snap of his hips above you.
"You're so beautiful," he groans. "I like you so much."
"Jeongin," you whimper when he brushes against your g-spot. "I-I'm close. Please, please."
"Yeah?"
"M-more," you nod, your eyes glazed over.
The frantic pace that he builds up has him moaning as he pulls your hips towards him.
"You look so perfect like this," he gasps. "I'll never be able to look at you in a dress again without thinking of this, fuck."
His fingers fist the hem of your dress, pushing it up until it bunches just under your chin.
"Close," you whisper. "Sososo close, oh my god, please Innie..."
"Are you gonna come?" He asks. "It's okay baby, come for me. Please, wanna feel it."
His movements are jerky now but you hardly notice because his words are enough to finally push you past your breaking point. One more well positioned thrust right against your g-spot has you seeing white, and with a gasp of his name, you come.
"Fuck, oh my god," his eyes screw tight. "You feel so good, so, so, so good. Holy shit, how are you even real?"
The words sound fuzzy as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
It is only a few moments, once you have finally come down from your high, that you are able to get a good look at Jeongin. His pace is still fast as he fucks into you, and you can't help but cringe away from the oversensitivity. But then, when you notice his flushed face and his taut eyebrows, you decide that the slight sting between your thighs is worth it.
After all, he looks so hot like this—frantic and desperate and so, so close.
"I'm gonna come," he gasps. "Where can I come?"
You blink slowly, wanting to engrain the image of him into your brain forever.
Then, you look up at him with wide eyes, and instead of responding, you simply open your mouth and stick your tongue out immediately.
"Fuuuuck," Jeongin groans. "Don't do this to me, holy shit."
He thrusts shallowly into you once more, and then swiftly pulls out, positioning himself over your mouth.
"You're not real," he says, "I—god, you're so hot."
He jerks himself off quickly, precisely, and with a gasp, he comes. You make sure to get every last drop, licking your lips slowly while maintaining brutal eye contact.
"Fuck," he whispers to himself, and then collapses on the bed next to you.
"So..." you say a few moments later. "What was that you were saying about how much you adore and admire me?"
"Sorry, what are you talking about?" Jeongin shoots back.
You roll over to face him, a pout stretched across your lips.
"Innie..."
He glares at you. "Oh, so now you want to talk about feelings."
You twirl a strand of hair around your fingers, looking away from him.
"You're such a brat," he groans, pulling you closer so he can wrap an arm around you. "...It's really unfortunately that I like you so much."
The grin that stretches across your face is blinding.
"I like you too," you add. "Y'know, just for the record."
"Really? I thought you fucked all your friends like that."
"Just the special ones," you simper.
"Whatever," he says, but then presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
You melt into his embrace, feeling more content than you had for weeks.
"Anyways," Jeongin declares. "As fun as that was, I think we need to get cleaned up quickly now."
"For what?" You ask, confused.
He raises a brow, pushing himself up. "We still have that boat tour to go on."
"...You're not serious."
You follow suit, sitting up so you can stare at him.
"Oh, I definitely am."
"C'mon," you whine, grabbing his hand. "For real?"
He nods. "Yup. There's no way you're getting out of this."
You pause.
"No way at all...?" You pout a little too innocently.
"Nope."
"...Really?" You fidget with the hem of your dress. And then, with a little smirk on your face, you pull it completely over your head.
Jeongin's eyes go wide and he stares at you, his gaze darkening once again.
"Well..." He mutters, pushing you so that you are flat on your back again. "I guess we can always try tomorrow..."
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☽⋆˳˚∗ all mine yang jeongin x f!reader
summary: you and jeongin, a party, chan's bathroom = 💥
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author's note: innie brainrot. that's it. no other reason for this. no plot, just down bad innie eating you out in a bathroom and fucking you silly on the floor
warnings: porn without plot; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); oral (f receiving); fingering (f receiving); creampie; slight exhibitionism, as in sex where people can probably hear
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The bathroom door swings shut behind you, Jeongin’s tongue digging deeper into your mouth, his hungry hands unceremoniously tugging your shirt out of your skirt. His hands explore you greedily, smoothing up and down the slightly sweaty skin of your back.
He guides you backwards like that, stumbling feet nearly catching in each other, pushing you until your back hits the marble of the sinks, your hands messily fisted into the t-shirt at his side, a weak growl tearing from his lips when you finally grasp his waist and squeeze.
He angles his head, presses into you further, kisses you deeper, filthier, his hand slithering further up your back so he can hold you locked against him, pinning you to the sink with a strength that makes heat pool in your belly. Using his free hand, he manhandles you so he can shove his thigh between your legs and grind you down against himself, making fireworks of pleasure prickle up and down your spine.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he groans into your mouth, his breath coming out in strained pants, “need you … so … fucking bad.”
You only manage a weak hum back before he paws at your skirt, reaches underneath it and pulls down your panties. They drop to the floor by your feet. When Jeongin nudges his knee forward again, the cold air hits your soaked folds, making you mewl into his lips.
“B-baby,” you whisper out, “they’ll know we’re gone.”
Jeongin chuckles darkly, his hand surging up to cup your face. His eyes are hooded with arousal as he leans forwards, licks into your mouth possessively.
“Good.”
He sinks to his knees, hot palms sliding up your bare legs, dark, sparkling eyes staring up at you as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. He presses a heated kiss into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your knees nearly buckle.
“Because I need Hyunjin to never look at you like that again.”
The giggle that bubbles out of your chest devolves into a long, drawn out moan when Jeongin spreads you open and buries his tongue in your folds, lapping up your wetness with a deep hum. Your hips can’t forward automatically, hands surging backwards to grip onto the cold stone of the sinks.
One of his hands is holding your thigh in a vice grip where it’s resting on his shoulder, the other is still on your waist, holding up your skirt enough so it doesn’t get in the way of him devouring you. He flattens his tongue against you and massages your clit hard and fast before he pulls back and stares up at you.
“Did you do it on purpose, hm? Leaning over the pool table like that"
You shake your head, your hips twitching helplessly, when he digs his thumb into your thigh.
“Looked good …” he mumbles, pressing more wet kisses to the inside of your thigh, “caught him looking and couldn’t even blame him. But he doesn’t get to have you like this, does he?”
You shake your head again, more vigorously this time, and he finally dives back in, the tip of his hot tongue prodding against your hole, licking inside only a little, leaving you aching for more.
He growls when you clench around nothing.
“My baby, my fucking pussy.”
He drags you closer, bending your leg higher, pulling you into his mouth, and then he starts feasting.
His tongue is all over you, flattening against you, lapping at your wetness eagerly, lewd, sweet noises mixing with the sound of the party filtering through the door, so close yet so far. Somebody laughs loudly downstairs. You whimper and throw your head back.
Jeongin circles his tongue around your entrance before dipping in, hot and strong, and you just about manage to mute your whine by slapping a panicked hand over your mouth. He groans and pulls back, reaches out to tug your hand away.
“Lemme hear you,” he slurs, licks his lips absentmindedly, dives back in, laving at your clit until your legs are shaking. “Let them all hear.”
When he looks up at you, there’s something softer in his eyes, his pretty, sparkly eyes.
“I want them all to know how fucking perfect we are for each other,” he whispers, and your heart skips a beat. You reach out, thread your shaky fingers through his hair, running them through his locks softly. He preens, keens into your touch, his eyes slipping shut for a second when you drag your nails over his scalp. But it’s only a second, before he shakes himself out of it, trails his free hand between your legs and grins up at you.
“Now let me make my pretty baby cum.”
And with that, he leans back in, wraps his lips around your clit and rolls his tongue over it and, just like he wanted, the next moan you let out bounces off the tiles of the bathroom, loud enough for you to know everyone heard you. Jeongin hums happily, leans down further, and you gasp out, another deep moan ripping out of your chest when he fucks his tongue into you again and again. Your leg shakes, knocks against the side of his head; he only grabs it harder.
You can feel the coil in your belly already tighten dangerously, when he replaces his tongue with one of his pretty fingers, sliding it into you slowly but steadily, caressing your walls with his fingertips while he laps at your clit like a man starved.
He slides another one in, moans with you when you clench around his finger and your hand tightens in his hair, so much it probably stings. But he doesn’t seem to care, lets you hold him against you as he fucks his fingers deep into you, curling the pads of his fingers against your g-spot until your legs start trembling, and you whimper out a quiet I’m close.
His self-control seems to waver, his voice hoarse, breathless and needy when he moans as he continues to work you up and up, his hand tightening on your hip, his strong shoulder under your leg, holding you up as your legs start shaking harder – and then you’re cumming, your hips bucking into his hand and his mouth as you hold him against you, your head thrown back as wrecked moans echo off the tiles.
He helps you through it, his strong hand holding you up, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin, tongue now softly circling your clit until you twitch against him, and only then does he pull his fingers out.
He gets up with shaky legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a lazy grin on his handsome face, and you can’t help but pull him in for a deep, toe-curling kiss, one he melts into immediately, his rock-hard cock pressing against your hip, his hand fisted into your shirt. You can taste yourself on his lips and the thought of him walking out of here later, everyone able to smell you on him, drives you nearly insane.
When you pull back, he chases after you, his expression entirely dazed. He hisses when you cup him through his jeans, and you fix him with your best doe eyes, blinking up at him.
“Fuck me, Innie,” you purr, and he blinks twice, and then it’s like a switch is flipped, his one hand buries itself in your hair to pull you into a kiss while the other guides you backwards until you hit the wall. He presses you against it without parting his lips from yours, hauls one of your legs up to rest on the sink, the other only half on the floor, before he unbuttons his pants with one hand and pulls his hard, leaking cock out.
“Baby,” he breathes out, leans forward, rubs the head of his cock through your slick, “fuck, baby.”
You whine, pull him back into your lips, and he guides himself in, twin gasps falling from your lips when he pushes inside, the stretch of him so perfect, so familiar, your insides light up with raw need again. They always do, for him. He makes you feel insatiable.
He holds you close until he bottoms out, lets his head drop to the crook of your neck, kisses a messy trail up until he can nip at your ear, before he finally rolls his hips into you, and you whimper, making his hands tighten on you with a groan.
“Come on,” you mumble, impatient, needy, and he complies, pulls back and bucks into you so hard you choke on a gasp. “Ah, fuck, yeah, like that,” you whisper and Jeongin huffs out a disbelieving laugh before he pulls you into another kiss, one that soon turns into you panting each other’s mouths with every thrust of Jeongin’s cock inside of you, and you can feel your legs get shaky again, though this time you’re not sure if you can even stay on your feet enough for Jeongin to be able to hold you.
“Innie, can’t …” he fucks up into you hard, and you moan, your leg wobbling slightly, “can’t hold myself … my legs.”
“It’s okay, baby,” he mumbles, pulling out gently, shushing your whimper at the emptiness. “I got you.”
He stays close to you while he slowly guides your other leg off the sink, but when your knees buckle immediately, he’s not prepared and he only half catches you before you both unceremoniously land on the bathroom floor in a heap.
You don’t know who laughs first, maybe it’s you, giggling at his weird fall, both legs still stuck in his jeans, or at his startled expression as holds himself above you. Or it’s him, about how you looked when you went down, your eyes immediately crinkling with a silly cackle. But there you are, looking at each other and giggling together on the plush bathmat, legs tangled, faces flushed.
When you’ve somehow calmed down, Jeongin cups your face, gives you a smile that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, before he leans in and presses his lips to yours again. It’s slow and playful at first, but before long your tongue is rubbing against his, needy whimpers fighting their way out of your chest and then his hard cock is slipping through your folds, and you grind your hips into it needily. He props himself up above you, his eyes locked with yours as he pushes forward, and you gasp when he’s hard enough that the head of his cock just slips in.
He slides in easily this time, fills you up so well like this that your legs come up to wrap around his waist automatically, heels digging into his ass, willing him to move. And when he finally does, you see stars, your breath punched out of you with every filthy press of his cock inside of you, the lewd, wet slide of it so fucking perfect. He gets on his knees, rucks your legs up higher so he can pound into you harder, the sound of skin on skin ringing through the room, and you scramble for purchase, hands sliding under his shirt, all over his shoulders, nails digging in so hard you know you’ll see the marks when he takes it off later.
It doesn’t take long before you can feel the telltale hiccuping of his breath, the faltering of his pace, the haze in his gorgeous, dark eyes.
He slips his hands between you and clumsily finding your clit. His hips slow, fucking into you so deep and hard you’re getting pushed up with every thrust, only held in place by his arm, his fingers sliding messily over your slippery, messy clit and that’s all it takes for you to tip over the edge again, your face scrunching up, back arching as you cum around him, the wetness and the rhythmic clenching of your cunt making Jeongin groan out loudly.
He pumps into you a few more times, wildly, deeply before he slams his hand into the ground next to you, buries his face in the crook of your neck, fucks his hips forward as far as they can go, and then he’s cumming, spilling ropes and ropes of his cum into you, his back muscles ripping under your hands.
It takes you a while to clean up, which isn’t helped by Jeongin trying to convince you to let him fall to his knees again and clean you up with his mouth. But before long, you stumble out of the bathroom, your make-up haphazardly fixed, his mouth haphazardly washed, the bathmat somewhat pulled back into place. But you know you’re not fooling anyone, their incredulous stares meeting you when you stumble down the stairs, holding hands and giggling.
“Next time, you can just go home to fuck instead of defiling my bathroom, you know?” Chan mumbles, a grimace of resigned disgust on his face.
Embarrassment warms your ears, but Jeongin just winds an arm around your waist, pulls you closer. You lean into his comforting warmth, trail your hand under his shirt, ghost your fingertips over his spine, and he shivers, barely noticeably, fingers digging into the skin of your waist. But his cocky grin doesn’t falter. He winks at Hyunjin.
“Sorry, ’t was urgent. Had to make a point.”
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skz and what they’d be like when taking your virginity <3
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chan
soooo beyond nervous. he’s so soft and attentive though. makes sure to prep you really well. and i feel like he’s the type to take breaks in between sessions just to make sure you’re okay. like after he’s kissed you all over and praised you reallll nice, he’ll hold your face in his hands and check in with you. and…. don’t mind him but…. he might do that for a little bit. he wants to take in the moment of knowing how much you trust him, but also has to brace himself for seeing how much you need him in a situation like this. bc god it will drive him insane and he’s not ready for that!! and i could see him having a bit of a corruption kink pop out for a little.. youre just so sweet and cute and good for him that he cant help but want to destroy you a little.. he’s gentle tho :)
what i think he’d say - “my pretty girl, so sweet. i love you so much.” or bordering that corruption side, “god, i’ll be in this messy wet pussy every day if i can.” he likes to fluster you to see your reaction okay!!!! nothing else!!!!
minho
ohhhhh my min. also a softie, and might be a littleeeee too protective. like bordering being no fun. he just knows how important you felt about giving it to the right person, so it tugs at his heart strings reallll bad. he discovered he’s a big body worshipper- like wants to touch you all over whether it be kisses, licks, soft bites, anything he can do to show you that he thinks you are so beautiful and special to him. he has to stop himself for a little when he finally sinks himself into you- he thinks he saw god . and it doesn’t help when you look at him concerned with your eyebrows scrunched and a little pout on your face. “jagi, im supposed to be worried about you! don’t look at me like that!” he just feels a little embarrassed for his need to take breaks … kinda falls into the corruption thing like channie.
things i think he’d say - “you’re so pretty, baby. so tight and wet. you’re perfect.” his words just come out in strings, on and on and on and on. “good girl, baby. you’re taking me so well. what did i do to deserve this?” maybe he’s having a crisis or maybe he’s just really fucked out.. regardless, he’s having the time of his life!!
hyunjin
our romance god mmmmhm. he takes it so serious. he always asked you to tell him when you feel ready beforehand, so he can “prepare.” this meaning there’s candles everywhere and the room smells like roses. he cooked what he called a “sexy dinner” so he could start his foreplay by feeding you and working you up at the dinner table. he sees it as a longggg process. his foreplay takes ages, but it’s worth it because it makes you want him more. he’s not nervous, so you’re not nervous, which was his exact plan. textbook definition of “making love.” hes slow and sweet, soft and timely. he knows what he’s doing and takes good care of you!! he is cautious though, treats you like ur a glass doll
things i think he’d say - “this is so perfect, angel. tell me if it gets too much, okay?” he’s soooo attentive, really pays attention to your face and the noises you make. “that’s it, baby. you can fuck me back just like that. i’ll watch you, princess.” makes him feel good to guide you, he thinks it’s attractive in you AND in himself. he also cums the hardest he ever has in his life and may or may not ask for another round in the morning. im an avid believer in morning sex hyune
changbin
ofc he’s also a softie, but his corruption/strength kink realllllyyyy comes out for this one. it makes him dizzy to think of pushing his cock into your tiny, untouched hole. like shivers down his spine when you whisper to him that you’re finally ready. he’ll ask over and over again if you’re sure though, and he’s really careful with consent. every little thing he does he asks first!! gentlemen binnie!!! he can’t help but gawk at your size differences though, making you blush a lot. but he loves it!! it makes him blush when you wrap your legs around him to pull him deeper in you, he’s caught off guard by your automatic desperation.
things i think he’d say - “oh, this won’t be good for me. it feels too good, bunny.” mgkgkdksjwkwnendns. “already so desperate, baby? hm? cant get enough yet?” ohhh hes soooo cocky about it, but he’s still so soft and checks in once his mesmerization wears off a little ^^
han
hes soooo overwhelmed by the thought of it, but in a good way!! he just worries he won’t know how to do it right or how to control himself.. but when you reassure him and promise that you’re ready, he loosens up a little. hannie is scared of hurting you tho :(. he’ll only push in halfway even if you tell him it’s okay, he just can’t risk hurting you!! he gets a little emotional too.. you just feel really good and he can’t believe he got so lucky with such a sweetheart!! he finds he has to stop himself from thrusting into you like a madman, cause his thoughts start to drive him insane !! thinking about putting a baby in you or watching you ride him early in the morning with his tshirt on.. pulling it up to grab at your tits… yea he’s a sex addict now. someone help him !!! pussydrunk!han has been born
things i think he’d say - “i don’t think i can do it, princess. it’ll be too much.” and you pout at him but he insists, “just trust me, jagi… we can try the rest later..” he’d mutter. so cute. he’s so fucked out. “you feel really good, baby. like really good. too good. i could cum just sitting here.” he’s sooo goofy, full on laughs at himself after for the effect you had on him
felix
sweet baby is sooo emotional. he may or may not tear up a little when he first slides into you, you following right with him. he’s just really honored you trust him so much :(. his big boba eyes all shiny, “really? with me? you want to?” like duh !! why are you surprised !!! he’s so nervous on top of being emotional, so it won’t be the best sex ever. he’s just like hannie, easily and quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of you. and once he sees you tear up with him, ohhh it’s over. he’s praising you over and over again and telling you how bad he wanted this bc his love for you is just so overwhelming!! he cums so fast, resorts to eating you out real good cause he could only last like three strokes :(. ugh i love him !! and he loves you!!! and he shows it !!! (he would absolutely make up for it in the morning, his morning wood woke him and you up so it was only appropriate!! then since the scariness of pushing in was over, he could take more control over the situation)
things i think he’d say - “oh you feel so good, princess, fuck. i won’t last.” and he might even apologize a little :(. “mm- fuck. i’m sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you. i’ll fuck you so good, jus- just not yet.” and then he��s groaning and cumming right then and there just from the feeling of being in you. it’s endearing so you don’t mind! and in the morning he gets a little dommy- “hmm, told you i could fuck you right, princess. be a good girl and hold tight for me, yea?” dies.
seungmin
handles it soooo well. he wants to take really good care of you and show you how special you are to him :(. he takes his time, similar to hyunjin, he wants it to be a wholeeee process. there’s lots of buildup so he can prep you how he wants to, and he makes sure to talk you through it all. has to hold back from legit dying once he fully pushes into you, he never thought someone could have this much of a hold on him!! he’s so gentle :(( holds your hands and kisses your whole face, strokes your head and softly rubs the sides of your hips. he’s slow with his strokes and watches your face for any discomfort. minnie is very serious about it in the best way !!! he’s just soft and considerate. he wants to be patient with all the diff aspects of sex because he knows he has lots of time to show you what he likes
things i think he’d say - “you’re so beautiful, i’ll take good care of you, yea?” or “you don’t have to worry about a thing, just relax for me.” ohhhh and the softness makes you feralllllllll. it’s difficult to not want to take over and fuck him into oblivion !!! cause he’s just so sweet and caring that it’s even more sexy than when he’s all dominant !!! grrr
jeongin
he is nervous but sooo happy and proud that you trust him :(. he’s excited too, the second you told him he swore his dick jumped.. even innie has a slight corruption kink. he has to hold back from practically pounding you into the mattress.. he just gets cuteness aggression rly bad and ur so cute that it overwhelms him!!! he’s soft tho, pushes in slow and makes sure you’re okay all throughout. he’s suchhh a kisser in a moment like this, wants to be close to you the whole time. he’d press his forehead against yours and hold both your hands while he slowly pulled in and out of you. your gasps and whines make him blush and push him even closer to cumming. he whispers in your ear all the things he loves about you and how lucky he is to have you. he’s so boyfriend and romantic about it.. like he knows the exact words to say and the exact places to touch you to make you want him even more !! with his softness and confidence, it could lead to full on sex right in that moment
things i think he’d say - “i cant wait to make love to you, angel.” but also “you’re already so desperate. so wet for me. so sweet.” and he’d just ramble and ramble about how good you felt and how good you are to him
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— it takes two
sub!jisung x dom!reader x sub!jeongin
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You wonder if Jeongin regrets staying on the extra bed of your hotel room with Jisung. Maybe he feels like your getaway is more of a honeymoon he butt himself into. But it isn’t really third wheeling when he gets to join in on the fun too, right?
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🏷️ fem!reader (she/her pronouns, afab) smut. fluff. porn, no plot. 
🏷️ threesome. petnames “baby boy” and “noona” (reader’s age is never mentioned). tipsy sex (everyone is conscious enough to consent), unprotected sex, perversion, voyeurism, dacryphilia, jeongin is inexperienced, slight member x member, poly/open relationship themes.
📝 this is especially for the one and only @meivida !!! theyre my ride-or-die till the end, this is all for them ! to my proofreader, my twinnie, my bestest friend, the jisung to my changbin, the jeongin to my bang chan—who said that?? otherwise, enjoy!
18+ only. minors do not interact.
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In his hotel room — and yours, and Jisung’s — there were two beds.
The main king-sized glory belonged to you and Jisung, the inseparable couple, and Jeongin claimed his place on the smaller extra bed. There was no reason to fret over anything.
But for some reason, Jeongin did.
He couldn’t seem to shut his mind off. Jeongin unpacked his things slowly and strategically, claiming his spaces in the cozy cabana-style room. It was supposed to be a simple vacation for the eight boys and their plus ones at the five-star resort, all for your well-deserved rest.
For some reason, he couldn’t relax.
Staring at the ceiling fan above him, he pondered the thought. It wasn’t that he had no plus one, nor that he didn’t have his own room. Those were childish things to complain about, and the cabana was too cozy to whine over.
His roommates, you and Jisung, weren’t exactly the source of his worries either. Sometimes you two would bicker and play around, sure, but it wasn’t annoying enough for Jeongin to feel as bothered as he was.
“Y/N, you know how I sleep. I’m taking this end of the bed!” Jisung whined, plopping a stack of his belongings onto the right side of the mattress.
You simply looked at him, astonished.
Again, Jeongin thought as he placed his train of thought back on its tracks; neither of you was exactly the problem. Jisung was his ride-or-die, his best friend for life. They showered butt-naked together multiple times. You weren’t the problem either; you had grown incredibly close with Jeongin to the point where you oftentimes stayed up to drink and plot against common enemies. Closeness wasn’t an issue with either of you; as a couple, he would willingly third-wheel anytime.
What if I’m intruding? What if I’m in the middle of something? What if they had their plans, he thought. He tried his best to wrap his head around the reasons behind feeling this uncomfortable, but nothing seemed to work. He cocked his head to the side, facing you and Jisung’s bed. It’s entertaining to watch you guys argue, but maybe sleeping is too awkward to interfere with. Was it too intimate of an activity? He had no idea, and, frankly, he didn’t think that was the issue.
“Oh, so you can’t even say please?”
You crossed your arms at Jisung, your gaze piercing through the poor boy. He shivered, and his eyes started darting everywhere but your face. You squinted at him, causing your boyfriend to finally freeze and respond.
“P-please? May I please take this side?” Jisung begged. “I-I’ll do…anything…”
The beats of silence that followed were nothing short of intense. Jeongin expected the awkward air to amplify, but it didn’t — instead, he caught himself zoning in on the scene, paying close attention to the both of you.
Your commanding glare softened a little. You almost chuckled at how pathetic Jisung looked, breaking into a nervous sweat, and it didn’t help that you smirked sweetly. Your hand trailed up from his tensed bicep up to his shoulder, his neck, and then his full and soft cheek. Caressing his skin with your thumb, you soothed your nervous wreck of a boyfriend, feeling his skin vibrate from your touch alone.
Jeongin couldn’t peel his eyes away from your movements. The both of you acted as if he wasn’t there; maybe you both thought that he had fallen asleep. Instead of counting sheep, he was counting the beats of the sequence, fully allured by you, and he didn’t understand why. It was as if he would have missed something if he blinked once.
He almost forgot to breathe.
“You’ll do anything for me?”
Jisung’s breath hitched, reminding Jeongin to exhale. “Yes, anything.”
He murmured something after. In a hush under his breath, Jeongin caught what he whispered.
“Anything for you, noona.”
Before Jeongin could even process the thought, you whispered something that he couldn’t quite make out, especially from his skewed, sideways view from the other end of the room. You both smiled, though: you smiled slyly as if you won the lottery, and Jisung smiled like he was obsessed.
Although he was more intrigued to know what you exchanged, you both walked away with your hands held together, making him shut his eyes and curl his head into the pillow to appear asleep.
“Yo, Innie, we’re just gonna grab a few drinks,” Jisung announced. “We’ll be—oh, look, he’s asleep.”
You both turned your heels and opened the door, leaving Jeongin alone and in awe.
Once he knew that you both walked far away enough, he attempted to sit up, only to feel an ache between his legs.
Well, fuck, he got hard, and he didn’t realize how long he had this hard-on.
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Naturally, he ran to the bathroom and tried to take care of it himself. Unnaturally, though, nothing seemed to work.
Minutes ago, Jeongin desperately pulled his shorts down and took his aching cock in his hand. Pumping it slowly, he attempted to relieve himself, humming lowly at the sensations it gave him. He knew that he had to get off before you and Jisung came back.
But he couldn’t.
His cock stayed hard, almost as if it didn’t want to release. He picked up his pace, his long and pretty fingers making their way up to the aching red tip, palming it sometimes, only to slam down to his sturdy and thick base. Jeongin even teased his balls, cupping them slightly before stroking his above-average length. His panting turned into moaning, and when he realized that he wasn’t even close to leaking, he started whining.
“Fuck, why can’t I…” Jeongin started to desperately thrust his hips into his hand, leaning his back against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. He met eyes with his reflection in the big mirror in front of him.
Embarrassed at the look of his desperation, he tried to cum with the thought of it. Jeongin hated the thought of being watched right now or being walked right into. You and Jisung could come home drunk, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be embarrassed. You could come home anytime. He had every reason to worry, and he did, and it made him hornier — but he couldn’t quite cum yet.
He’s insanely comfortable with both of you, but to be caught masturbating by his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend feels leagues worse.
But maybe they both noticed how hard he had been since earlier. He was able to notice the tent under the comforter earlier, so what more is there with either of you? Jeongin started blushing in embarrassment, his ears turning red and the apples of his cheeks flushing shades of warm pink. He sniffled his nose at the warmth of the blood rushing through his veins.
The thoughts couldn’t stop running. Maybe you didn’t notice, though, since you and Jisung were so zoned in on each other earlier. He couldn’t forget the sultry look in your eyes, sending Jisung into a state of panic that Jeongin’s rarely seen before. He never saw his best friend seem so…small. He faltered under your touch so easily, the silly and tough guy persona leaving him for just a single moment. Jeongin remembered how he couldn’t breathe while watching you, his eyes eagerly following your pretty fingers as they danced their way across Jisung’s skin. You put your boyfriend in a trance, but Jeongin was caught in it too.
He wondered if you knew it. He wondered if he missed the way you both glanced at him and smiled.
This is wrong, Jeongin thought. This is wrong, he repeated in his head. “This is fucking wrong!” Jeongin said aloud, panicking yet still pumping his cock at an even faster pace.
He shut his eyes at the overwhelming sensations. It felt like he was being overstimulated despite not cumming yet — except he was; he was finally close to releasing, even leaking solid amounts of precum on the shower tile. He whimpered a string of curses under his breath, letting pathetic whines echo through the shower and the entire bathroom. He was beyond desperate, not caring for how he looked. He pulled his shirt up and bit the bunched fabric, drowning out his noises as the cold air hit his nipples. Jeongin could only focus on the rushes of ecstasy, the pleasure in the pain, the growing release, reaching the point of cumming, until he finally—
“Bro? Innie? You in there?”
Upon hearing the hurried knocks on the door, he pulled his shorts up and fixed himself. He didn’t cum. Instead, he took two breaths to compose himself and respond.
“Yeah! In the bathroom!”
“Oh okay. We’re gonna head to bed. Good night,  Yennie!” You greeted, pushing your slightly off-balanced Jisung onto the right side of the bed.
Jeongin slid his shorts down, not to continue but to stare at his red cock.
He tried to tap the side of it just to let it spill the pent-up cum that he failed to release.
Nothing happened. It remained hard and aching, but he couldn’t cum as if he’d gone back to square one.
Jeongin whispered through clenched teeth, “How am I supposed to sleep now?”
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His walk back was fast yet laughable. He was glad that neither of you saw it since he awkwardly shuffled in his steps, practically jumping into his bed when he reached it.
Trying to hide his erection was one thing he could do, but sleeping with an angry dick felt like hell on earth for him.
He shut his eyes and tried to sleep. Unfortunately for him, the more he dozed off, the worse the pain got.
Jeongin tried to breathe deeply just to ease the ache in his cock, shifting positions so that he could feel more free under the covers. As it happened earlier, nothing worked, and he only felt more stuffy.
He hummed a lullaby in his head. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking like a troubled fox that hadn’t known sleep. He sniffled like one too; his nose still flushed a reddish pink.
Giving up slightly, he carefully and slowly slid his hand down his shorts. His fingers reached his cock, and he had to bite a hiss back. It felt swollen even if it grew to its maximum size, and every single touch felt like fire coursing through his skin. Jeongin took his time to touch himself.
Just like you took your time to touch Jisung.
For some reason, his brain seemed to always want to circle back to the scene. You two had already dozed off, the alcohol in your systems wearing away in your sleep; Jeongin was the restless one about it. He was fixated on your deliberate movements, thinking about how your fingertips must’ve felt warm and ticklish for Jisung. He also couldn’t believe how easily compliant his best friend became. It was a side to him that was new yet interesting, one that Jeongin never knew he wanted to both see and feel for himself.
And why did he enjoy seeing that side of him?
He didn’t know if he wanted to be you or if he wanted to be Jisung, but fuck, he couldn’t help but replay the scene in his mind. It was everything he wanted: the intimate yet powerful touches, the gazes, the closeness, and the shamelessness.
All of it was so wrong.
Jeongin dug his head further into the plush fabric of his pillow. He was under stress yet pleasure, pain yet delectation. He teased his cock and the inner points of his thighs, strolling his fingers down to tease his ass and sliding back up to the overly sensitive tip.
And then he heard a kiss.
His ears perked up at the noise, prompting him to pause. He didn’t fully stop, hoping that his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldn’t look back at your end of the room, instead facing the closed curtains in front of him.
See? You’re already hallucinating and hearing things, he thought to himself.
And then he heard another kiss. And then another.
The smooching was slow and steady; it wasn’t obnoxious in sound, it wasn’t too wet, it didn’t sound forced. They weren’t too calculated but they sounded as warm as love would’ve felt. Passion burned through Jeongin’s nerves with each kiss of the lips. It was so quiet yet it thumped so loud in his ears, ringing throughout his system and echoing through his brain with the strongest reverb. His cock twitched from under the sheets, moving on its own.
Jeongin took the remaining courage he had and turned his head to face you. The ruffling and shuffling of the fabric made the kissing pause for a few solid seconds.
He opened his eyes slightly and, as expected, saw your body sprawled over Jisung’s, angled in such a way that it looked like natural sleep — except that your lips were attached to his.
The moment you both thought that Jeongin had fallen back to sleep, you picked up the pace. Soon enough, Jisung swiped his tongue across your mouth. His neediness was apparent with the way he persistently dug his face closer to yours, but you had the reigns. You took control with your slight bites and nibbles. At that point, you were straddling his hips, grinding ever so slightly on Jisung.
Jeongin could barely see anything but he could hear it.
Soon enough, Jisung pulled your body up and closer to his. He quietly insisted on making you drop your full weight on him. You kissed him passionately until you didn’t, your mouth left with his drool all over it. Licking it up, you started kissing outside his mouth, the perimeters of his lips, the outline of his jaw, the peaks of his cheeks, all the way up to his temples, and down to his neck.
He instinctively jutted his hips upwards, grinding on you from underneath. An apology nearly rolled off his tongue when you caught it, pecking the tip of his tongue and lightly sucking on his bottom lip after. That was when you did the same, fully rolling your hips onto his, making you moan into each other’s mouths.
At this point, Jeongin had shifted his body to the other side to watch. Neither of you seemed to notice — nor care, or so it seemed — which was his go signal to watch with half-opened eyes.
Like earlier, his eyes followed everything. From your hands making their way down to Jisung’s tiny waist, to Jisung himself cupping your breasts ever so softly: the boy watched it all in awe.
Nothing was helping Jeongin’s erection at all.
He started tearing up at the nearly unbearable ache. He needed release but he couldn’t have it even in embarrassing ways. Even then, he simply couldn’t stop watching as you pulled Jisung up. He pulled your shirt over your head as you threw his shirt aside as well. He helped you out of your shorts as you did on him, every single action needy and desperate yet equally as full of love. They seemed to only burn with the risk, whispering things Jeongin couldn’t understand onto each other’s skin. Maybe you were telling him to go slower, maybe he was telling you to be quieter. Maybe you both didn’t care and were teasing each other for it.
Maybe you were plotting. Nevertheless, the poor boy found himself subconsciously rutting on the pillow between his legs.
You positioned yourself between Jisung’s legs, his bare and firm length awaiting your warmth from beneath — finally being met with the plush walls of your pussy. You kissed him hungrily this time and Jisung responded with a shamelessly loud kiss back.
Like a fox, Jeongin could be prey. He salivated at the sight, something he saw in real life for the first time even if he shouldn’t have seen anything.
He straddled the pillow more harshly, wrapping his legs around it underneath the sheets. His lips twitched as he tried his absolute hardest not to moan. He wanted to match your pace with Jisung, but he couldn’t, he shouldn’t.
You could notice him anytime.
And you did.
“Innie,” Jisung spoke up, pulling away from the kiss with a dumb smile. He turned his head to face Jeongin. “Noona’s asking if you wanna come and join.”
You ruffled Jisung’s hair and kissed his head. “Good boy, told your friend as I asked you to.”
Jeongin couldn’t believe anything. A few silent breaths escaped his system.
He was caught. You laughed at his face in the middle of your kisses. You knew, Jisung knew, and Jeongin was the last to realize.
He simply fell silent and the dead air thickened as milliseconds turned into seconds. A minute almost ticked by, causing everything to break. Suddenly, this probably wasn’t a good idea for anybody. You and Jisung grew slightly nervous.
If only you knew how much Jeongin wanted to say yes.
“If you don’t…I-I’m sorry. We don’t…we didn’t mean to invade. Promise. Just forget it if you don’t want to, we’ll take care of ourselves privately…”
Jisung started holding you tighter. You calmed him with soothing circles on the nape of his neck, assuring him to wait for Jeongin. His best friend couldn’t reply. He was too stunned, making you feel guilty for suggesting the sudden invitation in your tipsy thoughts.
“I know we drank, but I promise we’re fine. We’re so sorry it’s so sudden. If you’re uncomfortable—”
“Yes, i-if it’s okay, may I join?”
You and Jisung widened your eyes at Jeongin. The boy was probably also only half-aware of what he was saying but you knew that he meant it.
“I should…be the one saying sorry.” Jeongin sat up from his bed, not minding his erection in full view. he did not need to be embarrassed at this point. “Not gonna lie, I-I’ve been watching you two since earlier.”
It wasn’t jealousy. He didn’t feel jealous that his best friend was getting it on, nor did he envy that you were fucking his best friend right in front of him. It was longing; longing for whether he wanted to be either of you or to be the prey caught right in between.
“I just…w-wanted to be a part…of it…” Jeongin could feel a lump in his throat. His eyes got watery from half-shameless embarrassment and the pain in his cock.
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” You smiled gently and tapped the small space left on the bed. “Come join us, baby.”
Jeongin practically threw his comforter away to stand up. You giggled and the sensation of your body moving against Jisung made him whimper.
While waiting for Jeongin to settle, you turned to face Jisung, your wonderful boyfriend. You cupped his face with gentle hands and watched him smile, soft cheeks filling your palms.
He was excited. He’d been craving a threesome for a long while and he knew that you liked Jeongin enough for it.
You pecked his lips and rolled your hips back, allowing him to fill more of your cunt until he bottomed out. “You’re my good boy. This is your treat.”
“Mhmm, always gonna be noona’s good boy.” Jisung bit his lower lip with a shy smile. “Noona’s baby w-will be good all the time so we can always have this.”
You had to laugh. “Did you hear that, Innie? He wants to have this all the time.”
As you turned, though, you were greeted with the sight of a salivating boy, eyes trained on your pussy as his hand sat still at the base of his cock.
“Need help there?” you suggested, placing your hand around his.
With gentle tugs and feathery touches, you guided his hand up to the tip of his aching dick. You slotted your fingers between his and played with his smooth flesh. He had never had anything like this before and he was too shocked to move without you.
Too dumb to know how to use what’s his.
“A-ah, fuck, n-noona…” Jeongin’s hips jutted forward by instinct. Jisung mirrored the action, pressing his cock deep into your walls.
It wasn’t intentional but it was expected; you’re dealing with two needy guys after all.
“Good boy, you know what to call me already.” Your hand slid down his cock in the same way you moved your hips along your boyfriend’s cock. “You’ve been listening intently, huh?”
You squeezed Jeongin’s cock at his shaft. “Like a pervert?”
“N-no—” you squeezed harder. “Fuck! Yes, yes, I’ve been a pervert!”
You laughed and let go of him, only to slap him right where you left his touch. You clenched your cunt tightly around Jisung at the same time — the two boys moaned and writhed at the same time.
“I’ve been watching since earlier! I’m sorry, noona! M—fuck!” He was on the brink of tears. Precum leaked out of him again but he still couldn’t bring himself to release.
Smack. Smack. Smack. With each hit, he would cry harder. His chest heaved and the tears finally spilled at the fifth turn. Your boyfriend wasn’t suffering any less, though: his hands clung to your hips and tightened with every slap. He flinched even if he wasn’t at the receiving end of pain — or maybe he was since you couldn’t stop clenching and thrusting abruptly too. He started shaking, moaning in higher and higher pitches, the flinches turning into full-body writhing as he mumbled random things that only you understood.
He was close. You pressed down on Jisung’s chest as your thumb covered the hole in Jeongin’s cock, teasing him. Your boyfriend immediately came inside you and allowed all his cum to gush out in the smallest, prettiest series of thrusts.
Jeongin wished to cum that way, but you were literally blocking him.
He didn’t dare let go of you, though, and his shaky hands never left your hips and back. Instead, Jisung opted to stay still inside you. He brought his upper body closer to yours, whispering into the crook of your neck. Jeongin couldn’t hear it through his sniffling but was glad to hear you parrot it back.
“My good baby here said that you should treat noona well. Only then can you cum.”
Jisung hid his face in your skin but only popped his eyes out to watch his best friend. “Sorry, Innie. Please fuck noona well.”
Jeongin couldn’t believe that he had to fuck his best friend’s girlfriend with his cum inside her. Moreover, he couldn’t believe how much it turned him on even more.
“Think you can do it?” You asked with a smirk.
“Y-yes, noona.”
Not even one beat passed and Jisung propped you off of him, guiding you down on the bed. He gave Jeongin a pat on the back of his shoulder, a gesture he’d always done before.
Jisung kissed his cheek too before latching his lips onto your bare nipples for comfort.
Jisung sucked at your supple and plump skin while Jeongin positioned himself in between your pussy’s reddening lips. Even its exterior felt all sorts of soft to him, far from the quality of a silicone fleshlight. Despite this, he still knew that you would treat him like a stupid little fucktoy.
And you did.
You simply pushed Jeongin by his waist down onto your body. Suddenly his tip made its way inside, forced in with an overwhelming amount of ecstasy that Jeongin couldn’t take anymore. He still held back from cumming, breathing deeply and rapidly in a failed attempt to calm himself. He continued to cry as he sank himself further inside you, feeling the mixture of your smooth wetness and Jisung’s thick and creamy cum. It didn’t help that you were moaning so deliciously, roaming your hands around his waist, and Jisung was giggling and smiling contently while playing with your boobs.
It was all too much for Jeongin but he kept going. Your hand squeezes earlier were nothing compared to the grip of your cunt. Nevertheless, he did his best to pull back and push down to fill you up to your limit. He made sure to make you moan as soon as he found your sweet spot — he’s glad that Jisung pressed down on your skin.
“Noona, noona, fuck, god fuck…”
“She’s amazing right?” Your boyfriend smiled until his gums showed and his eyes crinkled.
“I better be,” you teased back.
He laughed in response, licking a heart shape on your nipple with his tongue. “Mhmm. I love my noona.”
“And I love my baby boy.” You signaled him with a finger to turn him around. Jisung showed you his ass and you tapped his round cheek, hitting the mole that cutely reflected his face mole. Before he knew it, you sank two fingers inside his ass.
“I’ll make you cum again, pretty boy. Show me how much you can cum with that pathetic little cunt of yours.” The words echoed through Jisung’s emptying head as he grew more and more in need. You knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was close anyway since his legs were closing and his ass seemed to clench nonstop.
“And Innie baby, please, show me how good you can make me cum.”
At this point, Jeongin truly only felt like he was good for cumming and making you cum. He mindlessly picked up his pace on your cunt, shocking you with how mind-numbingly fast he went. He grew completely desperate the more that he went, pressing every inch of your skin and moaning your name over and over. He was pathetic yet focused.
Jisung came, ass clenching around your fingers, but he couldn’t peel his gaze off the action.
He needed to cum as much as you did. He could feel your walls fluttering around him and your voice seemed to falter slightly as his thrusts became deeper and harder. You didn’t even need to command him. Your boyfriend seemed to help the both of you too, playing with your clit with one hand whilst he praised his best friend endlessly.
“Innie,” you huffed, “Inside. please.”
Jeongin blinked hard, not holding back on his whines, screaming when he finally released inside you.
His cum gushed out with load after load after load. It seemed as if he couldn’t stop, and he never could bring himself to pull out. He simply collapsed on your side, his thick cock still sunken deep inside you. You came at the same time, moaning his sweet little nickname while you felt yourself gush your essence along with his release. Jisung watched the white, creamy cum leak out of you before bringing a finger to it just to taste it.
You all tasted fucking good.
“Oh shit. I’m dizzy.” Jisung plopped his head next to yours and clung to your other side.
Your boyfriend mumbled something about the soju being rough on him before he sleepily told you that he loved you. Jeongin thought that he would be knocked out solidly after, but felt whiplash as soon as Jisung kissed his cheek again and told him the same.
“Love you both. Thank you so, so, so…”
He instantly fell asleep, his face squished next to your cheek.
You laughed lowly and turned slightly toward Jeongin. You held his face with your free hand and stroked his chin. His eyes smiled along with his dimpled cheeks in pure contentment.
“Smile more, baby. Your dimples are cute.”
He blushed hard in response. “Thank you, noona. R-really. Thank you for tonight.”
“Anytime.” You kissed his forehead and then his nose. “I love you, Innie.”
The boy melted at your words with a pretty, full-toothed grin. “I love you too, noona.”
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OT8 Stray Kids sending you horny rants while you're out (fake text)
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Ooft this had me sweating. No warnings I can think of? Raunchy as fuck obviously.
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Just imagine IN fucking you while his friends are in the next room
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“Baby, you gotta keep quiet” he whispered into your ears as his long fingers covered your mouth.
"It's too good" you whined underneath him, your entire body squirming underneath him.
"I know it's too good, but unless you want everyone to know you are a fucking whore, you need to shut up. Unless you want that, you want all my friends to know how good my cock feels inside of you?"
This caused him to thrust into you harder, the thought of the boys finally acknowledging that he was not just "baby bread" but a grown man.
He removed his hands from your mouth, letting you moan as loud as possible.
"Fuck baby, you like that don't you?" he could feel you clenching harder around him, letting out whines as he abused your poor little cunt.
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"How the fuck are they still at it?" Seungmin groaned as he tried to watch something to drown out the noise of you two fucking.
"I don't know, but you might want to ask Innie for some tips, he's making her fucking scream" Minho chuckled.
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dreaming-medium · 5 months
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Stray Kids Kinktober Day 7
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Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist
Virginity - Jeongin
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Summary: Long distance friendships work most of the time. But what about when that friendship was supposed to be more? What about when the distance spans over several time zones instead of cities.
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He’ll always be the one that got away, that’s what you tell yourself. 
But it’s not like he’s gone completely, no, Yang Jeongin is still in your life every single day. He’s just not physically present now. 
The two of you went from spending every single waking moment together to then only seeing him when he’s able to come home during breaks in his idol schedule. 
Which is basically never. 
When he left Busan, he took your entire heart with you.
The night before he left for Seoul, you told yourself over and over again that you were going to confess to him. That you weren’t going to let him leave for stardom without knowing how you felt. 
And if he didn’t feel the same, then the distance would help. 
And if he did… then who knows what would happen. 
But, when the moment came. And Jeongin was hugging you goodbye in his childhood bedroom, you froze. 
“Jeongin, I need to tell you something,” you murmur into his chest during a tight hug. 
His hand runs down the back of your hair, his nose digging into the top of your head to smell your coconut shampoo. 
“What is it?”
Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might explode. With the way your ear was pressed against his chest, you’re able to hear his heart thudding against his ribs as well. 
He’s probably just nervous about leaving, that’s all. 
Every thought flies from your head. Not a single word of your practiced speeches in the mirror come to mind. 
He’s leaving. He’s leaving. He’s leaving. 
“Y/N?” Jeongin tries to catch your attention by squeezing you tighter. 
“Just…” you trail off, blinking the tears away from your eyes. Your throat constricts and gets tighter and tighter. “Just don’t forget about me when you’re famous, okay?”
Jeongin rocks you both from side to side, a thoughtful hum coming from his throat. 
“I don’t think I could forget about you even if I tried, Y/N,” he whispers into your hair. “I’ll text you every chance I get, FaceTime and calls too. You know I will.”
The desperation in his voice causes the tears to finally fall down your cheeks. The other half of your soul was leaving. 
Who was going to walk to school with you? Split another menu item with you so that you both could have two different things? Watch scary movies with you and launch popcorn everywhere?
“I know, Jeongin.” A hiccup shakes your chest. “You’re going to be famous before you know it. And you’ll have other famous people lining up to be your best friend.”
“Yeah, well, that spot is already taken.”
Jeongin pulls away from you slowly to look down at your tear-ridden face. 
“No amount of distance will change that, okay? I’m serious.”
You bite your lip and look down at the floor with a pathetic nod. 
Two fingers hook under your chin to bring your eyes back up to his. They’re glossy and brimming with his own unshed tears. 
“Cross my heart,” he hushes and draws an ‘X’ over his chest with his free hand. 
“Cross my heart,” you sob and mirror the action. 
“Now, stop crying. You know you’re an ugly crier.”
“When are you leaving, again?”
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It’s embarrassing to say, but you did have little faith in Jeongin to keep the promise. 
But you’ll be damned. Because he did so to the best of his abilities. 
No, you two were not attached at the hip anymore, sipping soda through the same straw. But you remained as close as ever. 
Conversation never dulled over texts. 
Sure, there would be periods of time where you would only hear from him once or twice a day. But that’s normal, especially with longer distance friends. 
Also, with a schedule like his, it’s a miracle that you get to hear from him at all. 
The first year was the hardest. When your birthday passed and he wasn’t physically in the room with you at midnight for the first time, it felt like a dagger to the heart. 
Yes, he was on FaceTime with you, but it wasn’t the same; and you both knew it. 
Life continued. It didn’t stop in his bedroom like you thought it would. 
The ache faded. You adapted. He adapted. But your friendship remained constant. 
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“America?” Jeongin asks bewildered on the phone. 
“It’s a full ride, Jeongin! I’d be stupid not to accept it.” 
You’re laying on your bed, painting your nails with the phone in between your shoulder and your ear. 
“I mean, yeah, but like… didn’t you also apply to the University of Seoul?”
“I did, but they’re not offering me a full ride. You know my family’s financial situation, I have to go where the money is.”
“But… but what about plane tickets and such? Wouldn’t the cost just balance out?” he stutters. His tone sounds strained and choked. 
You almost wish you were on FaceTime right now so you could see his expression. He was never good at hiding secrets from you, you can read him like a book. 
“Not really… I’d probably just… live there for four years and come back when I’m done,” you mumble and then blow on your wet nails. “Jeongin, I really wasn’t expecting this type of reaction…”
The sadness of your voice can’t be helped. 
Jeongin had no idea you applied for the photography program at the California Institute of Arts. It was on a whim that you sent your application in. 
He makes a choked noise on the other end of the phone. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m happy for you, I really am! I’m over the moon excited! California! That’s-“ he clears his throat. “That’s incredible.”
He’s crying. Yang Jeongin is crying right now. 
You sit in silence for a moment and stare blankly at the wall in front of you. With each word that comes through the phone you can feel your heart breaking. 
“I can’t believe it!” He continues with his fake happiness. “California! Woo… just- just like in those movies we used to watch to-together!”
Clenching your jaw to stop your own tears, you pull the phone away from your face and tap the FaceTime button. 
The line rings a few times before you hear Jeongin gasp and stutter even more. 
“I have to go, Y/N. Chan is calling me to do something!”
“I didn’t hear—“
“Bye, Y/N!”
The line beeps three times to signal he hung up. Your phone displays the failed FaceTime call. 
Numbness floats through your chest for a moment before something harshly tugs on your soul. 
He was expecting you to come to Seoul. To come closer to him, wasn’t he? 
You drop your phone onto your bed and continue to sit there, staring into space. 
Yes, you wanted to go to Seoul with him, you desperately wanted to do that. 
But, you need to think in the long run here! Four years longer away from him in exchange for a lifetime free of debt. 
It’s only four years, max.
Tears prickle your eyes and you grit your teeth to try and stop them. 
Shit, Jeongin. Come on. 
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You went to America. You made the hard choice, but the right one. And you know it, too. 
Jeongin knew it too. Hidden underneath all of the grief of you moving even further from him, he was endlessly proud and happy for you. 
But now, instead of a two hour train ride, you were an eleven hour plane ride away. Your day was sixteen hours behind his. 
Now, if he texted you and asked what you had for dinner, you would tell him about last nights’ meal or what you were thinking for later. 
There were only about two hours a day where you were able to talk at the same time and it was killing him slowly. 
When your classes for the day were ending, he was waking up for the next day. When you were getting ready for bed, he was finishing lunch. 
If he wanted to FaceTime you at the end of his day, it was the middle of your work day. 
You were losing each other. 
He was able to do two different cities in the same country, but two continents was its own animal. 
Jeongin would lay awake in bed at night, knowing you’re up and moving around. It would haunt him while he tossed and turned. 
Because in his mind, you’re also the one that got away. You were the only reason he almost didn’t audition to become a trainee. 
But, your entire life, you talked about attending the University of Seoul for college. So, he bargained with himself and became a trainee because eventually the two of you would be together. Right?
No.
Now, you’re in America. You’ve been in America for two entire years. 
Making new friends, meeting new people, experiencing everything without him. 
The knife twisted in his gut when he started noticing the same name floating around your conversations when you spoke about friends. 
Ryan. 
It was always ‘Ryan said this’, ‘Ryan did that’, ‘Ryan showed me this’. Jeongin wanted to scream and pull his hair out. 
It was only a matter of time until he got the phone call he was dreading. 
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Jeongin had just sat down in the living room of the shared dorm when his phone rang. His seven other members were flitting in and out of the room. 
They all knew you very well. Jeongin talks about you so much they would swear you were everyone’s childhood best friend. 
The few times you were able to visit him in person before leaving for America, everyone always got along famously.
He answered your FaceTime call immediately. 
“Hey!” you say as soon as you see his face. “Are you busy right now?”
“No, not at all. We don’t have anything until later today. What time is it?” Jeongin looks at the clock. “It’s almost 9 PM by you, what are you getting ready for?”
You placed your phone down on your desk. “Well, ah— that’s actually why I’m calling you, I need your advice.”
Felix and Seungmin both walked into the living room, talking quietly and sat down on the couch opposite him. 
“What’s up? Are you okay?” Jeongin asks. 
Both the other boys perk at his tone and look over. 
“I’m um… going on a date tonight. Ryan had asked me out with him tonight. So I wanted your advice on what to wear, since you’re a fashion God.”
The floor beneath him crumbled. His heart fell through the sofa and into the Earth. Even his fingertips go numb. 
A date? You were going on a date? With Ryan? You were going on a date with Ryan. 
You were going on a date. With Ryan. 
“Jeongin?” You ask again when he doesn’t answer for a few moments. His eyes are completely unfocused and spaced out. 
He snaps out of it and clears his throat. “What um— What did you have in mind? It’s getting chilly out, right? Maybe wear a sweater? What about that cable knit one I got you?”
“Jeongin it’s LA! It’s always 70 degrees here.”
“But the restaurant might be cold.”
“I’ll bring a jacket then.” You laugh at him, unaware at the absolute anguish he was feeling. “I was thinking something like… you know that black skirt? That with this new tube top I got aaaand my knee high boots.”
“No.” He answers quickly, your face falls. “Why don’t you do the top with jeans?”
“It’s a nice place.”
“M-Maybe a dress then.”
“Jeongin.” 
Seungmin And Felix were watching everything unfold in front of their eyes. It was like a car crash, they couldn’t look away. 
Jeongin kept going, “I really liked that long sleeved red one you wore for Christmas last year.”
“Jeongin..”
“And if that doesn’t work I just think the sweater is the best option here.”
You stay silent, letting Jeongin finish his ramblings. 
There’s a solid fifteen seconds of silence between the two of you before you spoke up on the other line. “Are any of the other boys in the room with you?”
Jeongin immediately looks over at Felix and Seungmin. “Yeah, Min and Lix are here.”
You nod a few times, refusing to look at the camera. 
“I gotta go, Jeongin. I’ll text you later, okay?”
“Y/N.”
“Bye. I’ll text you when I get home safe.”
“Y/N, wait!”
Three beeps signal the end of the phone call. 
He sits there for a long moment, just holding his phone in his hand before he drops it onto the coffee table. 
His heart is shattering into a million pieces. 
Jeongin buries his face in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. 
Both of the other boys sit there, unsure of what to do next. They glance at each other and then back to Jeongin, who hasn’t moved. 
“Jeongin…” Felix calls out gently. 
The boy lifts his face up from his hands and looks over at his friends. “What am I supposed to do? A date. She’s going on a date. And I’m on the other side of the world.”
His throat bobs with a gulp and he pulls at his pants anxiously. 
“Jeongin.” Seungmin tries to grab his attention. “I think she was just looking for support.”
He’s right. He’s completely right, but Jeongin is so blinded with jealousy he can’t think straight. 
“I’ve loved her since we were thirteen and she’s going on a date with someone else.”
“You don’t even know if it will last.” Seungmin tries to comfort him. 
“They’re already super close, she talks about him all the time, it’s always ‘Ryan, Ryan, Ryan’. He’s her new best friend, not me. She was supposed to come here, to Seoul, not go to America. And we were going to.. we were going to–” He chokes up and can’t get it out. 
Jeongin abruptly stands up from the couch and snatches his phone off the table. 
“I’m going for a walk.”
And with that, he was gone. 
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He won’t answer any of your texts or calls. 
It’s been two weeks since your date with Ryan and you still haven’t heard from Jeongin. 
It feels like a giant punch in the gut. 
All you want to do is talk to him but he’s nowhere to be seen. He hasn’t even sent you a text to say he’s busy or when he can finally talk again. 
Just radio silence. 
You thought about texting one of the other members to try and get through to him, but it feels so high school that you decide not to. 
All you want to do is talk to your best friend. 
But he doesn’t want to talk to you, it seems. 
It has to be because of the date. There’s no other explanation behind it. Everything was fine until you told him you were going on a date. 
You’ve been here for two years now! Did he expect you to stay single forever?
Just because he has a dating ban, doesn’t mean you do too. 
The more you think about it, the angrier you get. The smoldering ashes of your rage don’t dim. Not one bit, they just simmer and flicker on. 
It all bubbles and reaches a boiling point one Friday where you’ve had entirely too much to drink. 
Your friends dragged you out to a frat party where you drank yourself stupid. Nothing eventful happened at the party, but when you stumbled into your apartment and you were left alone with your phone, it all hit a head. 
[March 3 11:48 PM] 
Y/N: I’m home safe.
[March 4 4:22 PM]
Y/N: How’d your day go?
[March 5 7:31 AM]
Y/N: Jeongin please talk to me. I have so much to tell you
[2:01 PM]
Y/N: I saw a cute lil baby Fox on my way to class this morning, made me think of you :) 
[March 13 6:12 PM]
Y/N: You’re just going to keep ignoring me, huh?
[March 19 3:58 AM]
Y/N: YanG Jeongin. 
Y/N: you can’t fucking  ignore me forever 
Y/N: or maybe you can. 
Y/N: is that what you want???? Me to be gone????? All these fucking years of friendship down the drain????
Y/N: well fuck you too, I guess 
[4:02 AM]
Y/N: I got hired for your stupid fucjing group’s world tour. For when you come to America
Y/N: I fucking begged my professor to give me the gig for a project. It’s an internship. Was gunna see you next week and everythinfg 
Y/N: surprise, asshoke
Y/N: and now you won’t fucking talk to me. Do you realize how petty you’re being? How childish? Over what? A guy?????? I cant fucking back out now, my professor would kill me. 
[4:09 AM] 
Y/N: the whole tour I was gunna spend with you
Y/N: fuck you, Yang Jeongin. 
Y/N: and your stupid fucking childishness. 
Y/N: why cant you just be fucking happy for me for once. 
Y/N: it took me so long to get over you. Why do you keep doing this to me? 
[4:14 AM]
Y/N: Was I supposed to wait forever?
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Jeongin stepped out of the shower and looked at his phone. 
Fifteen unread messages from you. It’s 4 AM in America, why are you awake right now?
He was so embarrassed over the way he acted two weeks ago that he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. 
But my god, he only made it worse. 
Jeongin goes through every single emotion while reading your texts. You were going to be one of their photographers for the Manic tour? 
You were going to travel with them?
His thumbs quickly tap his phone and as he’s about to click the phone call button, he freezes in his tracks. 
‘It took me so long to get over you. Why do you keep doing this to me?’
‘Was I supposed to wait forever?’
His entire face drops, the excited palpitations of his heart turn sour and what feels like a knife is stabbed through his chest. 
Fuck fuck fuck. 
He stares down at his phone for what feels like an hour before he hurries out of the bathroom and right into Chan’s room. 
Chan looks over at his member with a startled expression. 
“Jeongin? Everything alright?”
“No, no everything is not alright.” He thrusts his phone into Chan’s hand. “What do I do? What should I say?”
Chan looks down at the phone with wide eyes, he quickly scans over the text. His face seems to go through all the stages of grief that Jeongin’s did, just a bit more watered down. 
“You have to call and apologize, Jeongin. She’s definitely a bit drunk right now, but you need to call her.”
Jeongin gulps and his hands clench and unclench several times before he takes his phone back from Chan. 
“Can I sit in here while I do it?”
“Yeah, of course.”
He sits down on the edge of Chan’s bed, staring down at his phone like a deer in headlights. 
Chan just stares at him, not knowing what to do. 
“What do I even say, Chan?”
“How about you start with ‘I’m sorry I was a dick and ignored you’?”
Jeongin groaned and curled in a bit, his jaw clenching with anxiety. 
His thumbs move around the screen, but they don’t tap the call icon. 
Chan watches. “It’s in the top right.”
“I know!”
“Well you weren’t doing anything.”
“Agh!”
Before he could second guess himself, he tapped the call icon and held the phone up to his ear. 
It rings … and rings… And rings…
It doesn’t even go to voicemail. Jeongin’s heart drops through Chan’s bed. 
He brings his phone away from his ear and checks that it’s your number he dialed. 
It is. 
He hangs up and immediately tries again. 
It rings … and rings… And rings…
Chan’s eyes follow him closely. His face falls when he figures out what’s going on. 
“Jeongin…” he whispers and wheels his chair closer to him on the edge of the bed. 
Jeongin doesn’t listen. He hangs up and tries again with shaking fingers. 
“I’m sure it’s just a bad connection, right?”
It rings … and rings... And rings…
He hangs up again with a cry. 
When he looks down at your conversation he sees another notification. 
[8:15 PM]
[Y/N has stopped sharing their location with you.] 
You blocked him. You really blocked him. 
“She’s drunk, Jeongin. Give it until the morning, yeah?”
Jeongin stares at his phone for a long moment. “Yeah.”
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The next morning was filled with embarrassment and shame on your side. 
When you rolled over with a groggy mind and upset stomach, the first thing you did was check your phone. 
You were still in your dress from last night, your makeup was now smeared all over your face and onto your pillowcase.
A few texts from friends, a couple from Ryan, Instagram notifications, Snapchat, nothing from Jeongin. 
Your face pulled into an ugly sneer for a moment before it quickly morphed into horror when you tapped on your conversation. 
“Oh my god.”
You sat up quickly in bed, and almost immediately regretted it with how your stomach lurched and head spun. 
Rereading all the texts, you wanted to slam your hungover ridden head over and over again into the wall. 
You stopped sharing your location with him? Why would you…?
Oh, shit. You blocked him, didn't you?
Your hand runs through your matted hair nervously and you stare down at your phone. 
“You dramatic bitch!” You curse yourself and gnaw at your lip. 
What do you do? What do you do?
Obviously, you tap around to his contact and unblock his number. 
The texts immediately flood in. 
[March 19 4:25 AM]
Jeongin: Y/N, im so sorry
Jeongin: please answer 
Jeongin: Y/N please unblock me
[4:31 AM]
Jeongin: I don’t know what to say other than I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to go about apologizing 
Jeongin: you’re halfway across the world right now, Y/N, please. 
Jeongin: why can’t you just be a two hour train ride to Busan anymore. 
[4:38 AM]
Jeongin: I miss my best friend, please
Jeongin: I’m so endlessly proud of you. I brag about you every single day.
Jeongin: that picture you took of the Seoul skyline is still my background. The one with our hands. 
Jeongin: I like that it makes me think of you each time i open my phone
[4:44 AM]
Jeongin: i knew you couldn’t wait forever, that’s why it hurts so bad, Y/N
Jeongin: why did I choose this path? It hurts so bad, Y/N
Jeongin: i care about you so deeply
Jeongin: you’re the only one for me
Jeongin: when you left for LA, you took every part of me with you. 
[4:57 AM]
Jeongin: im so proud of you, Y/N. I guess I’ll just see you starting next week for the tour. 
Jeongin: i’ll wait for you
Jeongin: cross my heart
“Fuck,” you whisper, your voice cracking. Tears welling up in your eyes. 
Is he serious? 
What are you supposed to do right now?
A text from Ryan comes in as you’re staring at your phone. 
[12:41 PM]
Ryan: did you still want to come over tonight?
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A week passed. 
Another entire week without talking to Jeongin. 
It was like color was slowly draining from your world. 
You know you should reach out to him, but shame and embarrassment kept blocking your path to your best friend again. 
But now, you had no choice. 
You stood in front of a large office building, your bag slung over your shoulder, heart in your throat. 
Once you stepped inside this building, it would be the first time in over two years that you and Jeongin were inside the same walls. 
If you had pictured this moment just a month ago, you would’ve been kicking open these doors and sprinting through the halls until you finally laid eyes on him again. 
But now, you find that it feels like your feet have melted into the concrete sidewalk. 
Looking down at your watch, you see that you still have another thirty minutes before you have to be in the meeting. And your mouth is painfully dry. 
A bell dings to your right and you see a coffee shop. 
Perfect. 
You quickly turn and walk into the shop, the same bell dinging to announce your arrival. 
The barista welcomes you in, takes your order, and tells you your total. 
As you’re fumbling for your wallet, an arm reaches out from behind you and swipes their card to pay for your coffee. 
“Oh, thank you! You didn’t have to—“ you turn and your breath catches. 
None other than Bang Chan stood behind you with that charmingly bright smile. 
“Hi Y/N,” he beams. 
“Chan!” you squeal and wrap your arms around him. You completely forgot everything for a moment, especially when he envelopes you in his strong arms. “What a nice surprise!”
“Hi, Y/N,” he says into your hair.
A throat clears behind you so you jump apart to apologize to the barista. She just laughs and takes Chan’s order. 
The two of you stand off to the side to wait for your drinks. 
“How was the flight in?” you ask, bouncing on the balls of your feet. 
“I’ll be honest, I slept through the whole thing, so I’m not sure.”
“It’s probably the only sleep you’ve gotten this week, hm?” 
Chan laughs and rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t deny it. 
The barista calls out a name.
Chan shifts from foot to foot. “I know what happened.”
You tense up and look down at your feet. 
“How much does he hate me?” 
If you’re being honest, you really don’t want to hear the answer. 
Chan scoffs, “Hate you? He doesn’t hate you. He’s just hurt, Y/N. The same way you are. You both hurt one another.”
Looking off to the side, you cross your arms. “Yeah, well. He started it.”
“Don’t be childish.” He nudges you playfully with his elbow. “Distance is hard for close relationships. It was a miracle that you two went this long without a fight.”
You nod your head and bite your lip. 
“I miss him so much.” 
“He’s just across the street, you know.” 
You laugh which causes Chan to laugh.
The barista calls out your name and then says Chan’s right after. 
“Come on, Y/N,” he loops his arm through yours and you both walk out of the coffee shop and into the office building. 
You sip your coffee nervously, the taste is barely hitting your tastebuds with how preoccupied your mind is. 
The elevator ride up to the appropriate floor is simultaneously the longest and shortest ride of your life. 
What’s the worst that can happen, Y/N? He punches you in the face? Pushes you down the stairs? Maybe grab your coffee out of your hand and dump it over your head?
As if he ever would. 
The doors open and you both step out of the elevator. 
Loud voices carry down the hall and you giggle. 
“It’s been so long since I’ve heard you guys in person and not over a phone.”
“It’s louder in person.” Chan sighs and leads you down the hall. 
Each step is a death march of sorts. 
The conference room door swings open before Chan could grab the handle. 
Your heart rate spiked and then flatlined. 
Jeongin stood there with wide eyes and parted lips. He stared at you with every single emotion known to man. 
“Hi Jeongin,” you whisper, holding your coffee tighter. 
He says nothing. 
Jeongin steps out of the doorway and wraps you up tightly in his arms. One hand on the back of your head, the other on your waist. 
A surprised noise leaves your lips and your eyes widen. 
The coffee cup is taken from your hand by Chan who slinks into the conference room, the door closing softly behind him. 
Without a second thought, you return the hug. 
When your arms wrap around him too, a sigh of relief leaves Jeongin’s mouth and his shoulders slump inwards even more. 
He didn’t expect you to hold him. He didn’t expect you to even want to see him. 
Your arms tighten around his body and it feels like ice thawing from his heart. 
Jeongin’s throat tightens and he buries his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. 
He hasn’t held you in so long. He’s missed your touch so badly. 
Jeongin, who hates skinship, couldn’t wait to have you touch him. 
Your hand begins to rub circles on his back and he melts into you like a puddle. 
“I’m so sorry, Jeongin,” you whisper. 
The dams of his heart begin to crack and break. Every pent up emotion he’s felt for the previous three weeks bubbles to the surface. He stifles a sob and holds you tighter. 
“No, please, I’m sorry, Y/N.” His chest sputters with a cry. 
You pull back from him and look up at him with red, glassy eyes. “We’re both idiots, aren’t we?” you push out a laugh in between tiny cries.
You’re trying with all your might not to let the tears fall down your cheeks.
Jeongin isn’t doing much better. His eyes are red and you can see the tears brimming in them.
Three weeks, you haven’t talked. It was the longest span of time the two of you went without speaking ever. 
You reach up and cup both of his cheeks. Jeongin’s eyes close and he leans into your touch.
“I missed you so much, Jeongin.”
He winces at your words and his lips pull into an even deeper frown,
Jeongin brings his hand up to cup yours against his face. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” he repeats.
You step closer to him and press your lips to his cheek. Jeongin gasps under his breath and stiffens underneath you. The skin underneath your lips heats up.
“I forgive you, Jeongin.” You smile and back away from him. He watches you closely with wide eyes. “It’ll take more than that to get rid of me, you know?”
He smiles sheepishly and nods. “I forgive you too, you know.”
The elevator pings behind you and your new boss walks out with another important looking man. 
He smiles kindly at you. “Let us get this meeting started, no?”
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The first concert went off without a hitch. 
Because of your position, you’re traveling with the entire crew and the members. Sleeping in the same hotels, going to the same restaurants, using the same transportation.
Sometimes you feel like a ninth member.
The boys all stood on stage with their hands interlocked to take their first final bow of the tour. You smile behind the camera and make sure to get all of them in the shot.
Jeongin spots you from the stage and smiles directly at you in the media pit. Your smile pulls even brighter and you focus the camera on him for some solo shots.
He winks once before turning to wave goodbye to some Stays in the floor seats.
Your heart flutters, it’s the happiest you’ve been in weeks. Hell, maybe even months.
All of the members exit the stage soon after and you walk with your security escort backstage.
You’re able to hear them before you see them. They’re as loud as ever, yapping about how well everything went, how happy they were to see so many Stays, how they can’t wait for the next show.
When you turn the corner to the dressing room with a bright smile on your face, they all turn and look at you.
“Congrats, guys!” you cheer and clap for them.
They all beam and say thank you. 
Jeongin crosses the room to stand by you. He still has his beanie on.
“What did you think?” he asks happily.
“I loved it! I think I took close to two thousand pictures. Maybe more. I’ll have to go through them on my laptop later.”
“That can wait!” Minho calls from the back of the dressing room. “We’re celebrating tonight!”
“Celebrating how, Mr. Lee?” you tease and hear his signature giggle.
“With booze and games back at the hotel.” Jisung answers for him. 
“Oooh,” your mood brightens. “I’m always up for that. You’re right, pictures can wait.”
“Great, then it’s settled.” Jisung claps his hands together once. “One hour, we all meet in my room.”
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They were not joking around with the amount of booze on his hotel counter. You would swear you were at another frat party.
In your cup, you were nursing your third rum and coke of the night. You made the mistake of asking Changbin to make this one. After the first sip you knew this one was going to have to be taken slow. 
Everyone was sitting in various seats in the room, some on the bed, some on chairs or the floor. The TV was playing a movie that no one was paying attention to.
“Okay, Felix, truth or dare.” Hyunjin asks.
“Truth– no, dare– no, truth.”
“Final answer?”
“Truth.”
“Who was the last person you stalked on social media?” Hyunjin asks, taking a sip of his drink.
“Ah,” Felix thinks for a moment with pink cheeks. “Oh! An old friend from Australia.”
“Just a friend?” Minho jokes.
“Yes, yes, just a friend.” Felix laughs, waving him off. “Y/N, truth or dare?”
You perk up from your seat on the couch. Jeongin sat on your left, his entire side flush with yours.
“Um, truth, I don’t feel like getting up.”
“What’s your body count since you went to America?”
Your eyebrows raise and you cock your head to the side.
Jeongin stiffens up noticeably next to you, he practically jokes on the drink that he was taking a sip of. “Felix, you can’t just–”
“Two.” you answer quickly and take a large swig of your drink.
Jeongin’s head whips around to look at you as if you just shot everyone in the room. You stare back at him with a confused face.
“What?” you ask, getting defensive. Embarrassment crawls up your neck. “I know it’s not a lot, but I’ve been focused on class and everything, you know?”
“No, I just– I didn’t think that–” Jeongin stutters and looks everywhere but at you. “I didn’t know and you–”
“Tell you everything? I didn’t think you wanted to hear about it.”
“Was it Ryan?” he blurts without thinking.
Your face pulls into a shocked, angry expression. “Excuse me?”
“Was one of them Ryan?” he presses further. The alcohol gave him loose lips. 
“Why would–”
Chan interrupts the two of you, “Anyway! Your turn Y/N.”
You stare at Jeongin for another couple of moments before looking away at the group of men. You shake your head in disbelief before taking a deep breath. 
“Seungmin, truth or dare?”
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“You know you didn’t have to walk me back to my hotel room, it’s only one floor up.”
Jeongin insisted on walking you back up to your room when everyone started turning in for bed. The hotel hallway was eerily quiet compared to the noise filled room that the two of you just left.
“You never know what could happen in a hotel hallway.” He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck nervously.
The two of you take the stairs up to your floor and walk in silence until you reach your room.
“Oh, wait. There was a picture I took tonight that I want you to see! Really quick, come on!” You quickly unlock your door and drag him into your room. 
Jeongin stumbles in and looks around. Your room is spotless, just a few clothes strewn about. 
You walk over to your camera sitting on the desk and pick it up, looking through the pictures for the one you wanted to show him.
He watches you closely, your face is only illuminated by the small screen display. Your tongue is sticking out between your lips in concentration. 
Two? You slept with two people since you’ve been in America? Jealousy began churning deep within his gut and coursing through his veins.
He’s been so busy with being a trainee, then debuting, then training and rehearsing and recording that he hasn’t… he hasn’t been able to be with anyone. Nor has he wanted to. Because none of the people he could have were you.
Jeongin was so hopelessly devoted to you.
Your phone dings on your desk and you look over at it, an angry sneer twitches at your lips and you roll your eyes and then look back at your camera.
“What was that?” Jeongin asked, stepping closer towards you.
You look at Jeongin, then at your phone, then to your camera. “Nothing, you don’t need to worry about it.”
Jeongin lifts a brow curiously. You look back up at him and roll your eyes.
“It’s Ryan.”
Oh, Jeongin saw red for a moment. But, he kept it to himself to the best of his abilities.
“How’s that going, by the way?” Jeongin asks. He really does not want to know the answer. But, morbid curiosity got the better of him.
You hesitate, your finger stops moving on the camera to scroll through the album.
“It didn’t work out.” you tell him without looking up.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
You bite your lip and look up at him. “Are you? Are you really, Jeongin?”
Jeongin is taken aback by your small outburst. “Y/N, I–”
“Because you seem to be super invested in him, Jeongin.” you lower the camera, staring Jeongin in the eye. “Every time I bring him up, your eye twitches. You can’t fool me, I know you too well. I know you hate the guy.”
“I don’t hate him.”
“Then what if I did fuck him?”
Jeongin scoffs and looks away angrily, he crosses his arms over his chest. “I wouldn’t care.”
Oh, he cares so much. His skin is fucking crawling.
“Look at me, Jeongin.”
His jaw clenches and he hesitates.
You put your camera back on the table and cross the final few steps until you reach him. You reach out and grab his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, forcing him to look at you.
Jeongin’s eyes widen and he stares at you.
“Look at me and tell me you don’t care.”
His face twists in anguish. He stares deeply into your eyes, flickering back and forth between them. His mouth screws up in a frown, eyebrows pulling together.
He gulps.
“Say it.” you push. “Say you don’t care if Ryan fucked me.”
“I…” he opens his mouth and promptly shuts it. He swallows again. “I can’t.”
“Why?” you hush.
The grip on his chin tightens even more when he tries to look away from you.
Alcohol thrums through both of your bodies to create a pleasant buzz and lift your confidence levels with one another. 
“Why, Jeongin?”
“Because!” he cries out. His arms uncross and he grabs both of your shoulders tightly. “Because maybe I want to be the one fucking you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”
You’re taken aback for a moment. Truly, you didn’t expect him to be so crass.
“Because maybe I would lie awake in bed at night thinking about being your one and only.” Jeongin steps towards you and you back up until your knees hit the edge of the bed. “Because you drive me fucking crazy and I want you all to myself. Because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you into my mattress every single night!”
Your hand drops from his face but he snatches it up in his own larger one. 
“Do you understand how bad I want you?” he whispers harshly. His nose is scrunched up and he’s talking through gritted teeth. “I’ve wanted you so badly for so many years. I can’t even look at anyone else because you exist. I’ve only ever had eyes for you. No one else exists, no one else makes me feel like you do.”
“How do I make you feel?”
Jeongin stares at you for a moment before he brings your hand down to press at the crotch of his pants.
Through his sweats you can feel just how hard he is. Both of you whimper at the touch.
“I want you so bad, it hurts.” Jeongin begs. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I want you to be my first. I can’t be your first, let me be your last.”
Your heart is hammering against your ribs. 
Is this really happening?
“Please, Y/N,” Jeongin whimpers. “I’m begging you.”
He’s begging you to take his virginity right now? Right now?
“Now?” you ask, bewildered.
His dick twitches in your hand and he closes his eyes in what looks like pain, but you both know it’s pleasure.
“Please.”
The tension in the room snaps. 
“Jeongin.” you grab his attention.
His eyes snap open and look at you.
“Kiss me.”
He gasps, cock jumping in your palm again before he smashes his lips against yours with a grunt. 
He’s absolutely devouring your mouth with his. It’s wet and sloppy and completely inexperienced. But what he lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm.
Moans are slipping from his lips left and right as your tongues intertwine together.
Your hand slides from his dick up his body to tangle in his hair. Your other reaches up and you grab one of his from your shoulder to place it on your waist. He paws at your shirt with his long fingers.
You nip gently at his bottom lip and he moans.
“Am I dreaming?” he whispers against your mouth.
You reach around and pinch his side. He yelps and jumps a bit. 
“No, not dreaming.”
He swoops down and locks your lips once more. Your fingers massage his scalp and comb through his hair. 
You part from his lips for a second to yank your shirt off. Jeongin watches you with hungry eyes, he’s trying so hard to maintain eye contact with you, but he keeps glancing down at your chest.
“Yours too.” You point at his shirt.
It looks like he practically ripped the thing off. It flies off the top of his head and onto the floor. His bare arms come around your exposed waist, his lips searching for yours.
He’s frantic in his movements, like if he isn’t kissing you, he might die.
You grab his hands and bring them up to your bra clasp.
“I don’t–”
“Learn.” you hush against his lips and suck on his bottom lip. He moans and his fingers grasp at the clasp clumsily. 
He’s so focused on trying to unclasp your bra that you take the opportunity to kiss his jawline with an open mouth. Your teeth nip at his sharp jawline and he gasps.
Down his neck you trail your hot, wet kisses. 
With each passing moment, you can feel his desperation growing and growing. A frustrated whine comes from his chest when he can’t get it.
You bite his collarbone harshly and his knees buckle slightly, but he keeps himself up.
“Y/N!” he cries out, pulling so hard at your bra you think it might snap in half.
You giggle and have mercy on him. You reach behind yourself and unhook your bra in one movement.
It drops to the floor and this time, Jeongin has no reservations about staring at your naked chest. His lips part and his own chest starts heaving with pants. 
Another laugh comes from you. 
His eyes flicker up to yours for a split second.
“Are you going to touch me or just stare?” you tease him with a sultry smirk.
Both of his hands come up and cup both of your breasts in greedy handfuls. You moan at the sensation and wrap an arm around his neck, bringing your lips back to his.
Jeongin fondles your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples gently. Your back arches into his touch.
“Do it again,” you breathe out. He immediately follows your command, pinching and rubbing at the sensitive buds. Every single one of your noises is swallowed by his wet, swollen lips.
His kisses leave your lips and travel down your neck. They’re too gentle and innocent for your liking. 
“Fuck, bite me, Jeongin.” you beg.
Without any hesitation, his teeth sink into where your neck meets your shoulder. You cry out and roll your hips into his. 
The hands on your tits stutter in their movements before speeding up, the lust consuming his brain. 
He bites again and again just to feel your hips move against his, to hear your moans right next to his ear.
The tent in his gray sweats seems painful at this point. He continues to rut against your body for any sort of relief. 
Threading your fingers through his hair, you pull his mouth off your neck. HIs lips break their suction seal with a pop and he looks into your eyes.
He already looks so fucked out it sends a bolt through you.
“Let me make you feel good,” you whisper against his lips. 
If it’s his first time, you want it to be memorable. 
He doesn’t put up a fight at all. His mind is completely gone, he just nods over and over again. You could tell him ‘jump’ and he’d say ‘how high?’.
Your hands slide down his sculpted chest, mapping out each of the muscles. Jeongin keens under your touch, closing his eyes and sighing in pleasure.
When your hands get to the top of his pants, you quickly slide them down, taking his boxers with them. 
Gray sweats pool around his ankles and his long, hard cock bobs as its set free from its fabric confines. 
Jeongin hisses when the cold hotel air hits him.
You lean up on your tiptoes and capture his lip between your teeth for a moment at the same time you grab his dick gently.
The whine he lets out is sinful.
He’s been dreaming of your touch for so many years, and now that your hand is finally wrapped around him, he can’t believe it. 
You release his lip and it snaps back into place.
Slowly, you slide your hand up and down his cock. So much precum is weeping from the head of his cock. Every movement pulls a noise from Jeongin. 
“Sit on the edge of the bed, Jeongin.”
He gulps and obeys your order, his cock standing proud between his parted legs.
Jeongin watches you closely as you sink down to the ground onto your knees. He fists the sheets on either side of his body with white knuckles.
He has to be dreaming. This has to be one of his wet dreams where he wakes up with ruined pants and sheets. 
Settling between his thighs, you run your hands up his legs. Jeongin watches your movements with a fucked out expression. The way your fingers glide over his skin raises goosebumps. 
One of your hands comes out and grabs his cock with a gentle, yet firm, grip. His eyes snap shut and he can’t stifle the moan that punches from his chest. 
His cock is so slippery from his own precum that your hand glides over the skin easily. 
You pump him up and down for a bit, alternating your grip from firm to gentle, changing the tempo from fast to slow.
His hips won't stay still on the bed, he can’t keep still even if he wanted to. The pleasure from your hand is fucking killing him. It’s all consuming.
You smirk. “Jeongin, look at me.” 
He cracks his hazy eyes open just to see you lean forward and lick a fat stripe up his entire cock.
Jeongin cries out and his head tilts back. His hips jump around and his legs feel like they go numb.
You open mouth kiss down the sides of his shaft.
The pleasure shoots up his spine, he can practically taste the electricity. 
Just when he thinks it can’t get better, you wrap your entire mouth around him and sink down to take as much of his cock as you could without gagging.
His hand flies to your hair and grips tightly. The strands weaving through his lithe fingers.
Up and down, you bob on his shaft, making sure to let the saliva pour from your mouth and down over his balls. 
Jeongin doesn’t even realize how hard he’s pulling your hair until you moan around him. He cries out at the vibrations and pulls even harder. 
Your other hand wraps around whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 
He’s on cloud nine, he can barely breathe. Every intake of breath takes his full concentration, you’re making him feel so fucking good.
No matter how many times he’s touched himself and imagined it was you, it could never compare to the real thing.
His eyes follow your head, watching his cock disappear into your mouth as you stare back at him with those sinfully innocent eyes.
You’re going to be the fucking death of him. 
He’s only able to last for a few moments with your mouth on him before Jeongin is panting out.
“Y/N, you- you gotta, ha– You gotta stop or– or I’ll– fuuuuck– Im c-close and I– hng! But I wanna–! I wanna–! I wanna fu-huck you!”
You swirl your tongue around his head and pop off his cock, sit dribbling down the sides of your mouth.
“You wanna fuck me, Jeongin?” you ask him with a sweet tone. It fucking kills him.
“Yes,” he pants out, “It’s all I want.”
“You’re gonna let me pop your cherry?” you ask, looking up at him through your lashes. After you ask that, you lean over and bite his inner thigh.
Jeongin yelps and tightens the hand in your hair. 
An embarrassed flush covers his neck and ears. “Please, Y/N.” he whimpers. 
Smirking, you stand up from the floor and make quick work of your own sweatpants. Jeongin watches you like a starved man at a buffet. His tongue darts out of his lips and licks them when your panties drop to the ground.
“How do you want me, baby?” you ask him sweetly. 
He tears his eyes away from your naked pussy to look up at you. He gulps.
“How do I…?”
“You want me on top? You want to fuck me from behind? You want to be on top? How do you want me, sweet Jeongin?” Your hand comes out and caresses his cheek. “How do you want our first time?”
His cock jumps at the thought of you in each of those positions.
But one sticks out.
“Need you underneath me,” he whispers, keeping eye contact while his hands come up to rest on your hips.
Your hand cards through his hair. It’s so fluffy.
“Whatever you want, Jeongin.”
Leaning down, you press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. It’s the tamest one you’ve shared tonight.
When you break apart, he chases after your lips, but you crawl onto the bed, laying down and making yourself comfortable on the pillows.
Jeongin follows your movements with innocent, fucked out eyes. He licks his lips again and his eyebrows pull together as he watches you.
You part your legs and run a finger through your sopping wet folds, making a show out of displaying yourself to him. He watches it like a hawk.
Slowly, you bring the finger up and stick it in your mouth, tasting your own juices.
“Come on, Jeongin. You said you were going to be my last.”
He turns and scrambles onto the bed, crawling over you and smashing your lips together desperately. Both of your legs wrap around his waist while he devours your mouth with his own.
His tongue is everywhere in your mouth, licking your own, invading and licking the roof of your mouth, coming out to lick your lips.
When you whimper, you feel his cock jump against your heat. Your hips roll onto his and his hips buck downwards into yours.
Both of you are moaning, panting messes when he pulls away.
“I don’t have a condom.” he says painfully.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure?”
“Jeongin, please fuck me already. I’ve waited my entire life for this.” you smile up at him with shiny eyes.
His eyes search yours with an equally sentimental look in them.
He nods once and lines himself up with your entrance. His head rubs along your folds a few times, making himself slick.
Your head tilts backwards into the pillows.
“No, please, look at me.” he begs breathlessly.
Immediately, your eyes snap open and you gaze into his.
Two heartbeats pass and he presses into you, his cock invading your soaking walls. The stretch feels so fucking good, you’re so horny for him.
Jeongin is the one that has the harder time keeping his eyes open, his pupils are blown out. His jaw drops in a strained moan, face screwing up almost painfully with how much pleasure is coursing through his veins.
His hips stutter a few times until he bottoms out.
“Holy fuck,” he whines. His hands clenched into fists next to your head. 
“You feel so fucking good, Jeongin,” you praise him, your own voice is fucked out. 
“I’m not going to last,” he cries and buries his face into the crook of your neck.
“Don’t worry about me,’ you coo.
His hips buck again and he whimpers into your skin. 
“Jeongin,” you call to him and he lifts his head. His hair is so ruffled and messy, lips are swollen and wet, cheeks covered in a permanent blush. “Fuck me until you cum.”
His eyes roll back in his head and his hips pull out and slam right back into yours. Both of you cry out, your back arches.
Jeongin continues to fuck into you at a sloppy, harsh pace. His eyebrows furrow in concentration. He looks down at your tits bouncing with each thrust, his head dips down and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.
“Jeongin!” you cry out and arch into him. He moans around your nipple, biting it gently and rolling it with your teeth.
His thrusts are getting frantic.
He pulls off your tit with a pop and comes up to your face.
“Need you to cum with me,” he murmurs before capturing your lips. “Need it, need it, fuck! I need it, Y/N!”
“Give me your hand.”
He balances his weight on one of his hands and holds out his other one. You guide him down to your folds and press his long, beautiful fingers against your clit.
“Mmmm…” you moan when you guide him to rub in circular motions.
He feels you clench around him and he whimpers into your open mouth. 
“Just like that, Jeongin.” you rasp. “Keep that up and I’ll cum on your cock.”
“Jesus.” 
He rubs faster in some moments, slower in the others. His mind is swimming in the clouds. Everything feels so fucking good. 
Your whines get louder and louder, each one more higher pitched than the last.
“Close, close, close…” you breathe out against his lips. “Hah!”
Thank god. He’s been this close to blowing his load for the last four minutes, but he needed to feel you. He needed it.
“Yes, Jeongin! Yes!”
His thrusts get harder, his rubbing on your clit matches the timing. 
You reach around his back and scratch your nails up his back.
“Come on, Y/N.” he whines. “Cum for me, Y/N. Need to feel you cum around me.”
Your pussy clenches down on him impossibly tight, your head is thrown backwards and your mouth stretches open in a silent scream.
It throws him over the edge, he spills into you with one of the most feral noises he’s ever made in his life. It tears from deep within his chest.
He cums forever, painting your insides white. 
Jeongin buries his face in the crook of your neck as you both come back down to Earth. Your heavy breathing fans out over his back.
One of your hands starts rubbing up and down his naked skin. It’s warm and inviting and he wants to curl into it forever.
He eventually pulls his face away from your neck and looks down at you with stars in his eyes.
“Good?” you ask.
Jeongin laughs and leans down, pressing a kiss to your nose. “It was perfect.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
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Chase Atlantic x SKZ Series
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Masterlist:
Christopher Bahng
- 'Church'
Lee Minho
- 'Swim'
Seo Changbin
- 'Okay'
Hwang Hyunjin
- 'Heaven and Back'
Han Jisung
- 'Meddle About'
Lee Felix
- 'Tidal Wave'
Kim Seungmin
- 'Slow Down'
Yang Jeongin
- 'The Walls'
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