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IN CONTROL | jeongin established relationship. college au. smut. minors dni.

pairing: jeongin x fem!reader word count: 4.7k warnings: explicit content, swearing, soft!dom jeongin, unprotected sex, sex toys (vibrator), public humiliation (kinda), fingering, piv, spanking, creampie summary: jeongin buys a new toy and decides to test it out in the library

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“This is the best idea I’ve ever had.” Jeongin mumbles, his eyes dark, trained on your every move.

Jeongin is a menace, insatiable, constantly finding different ways to turn your sex lives up a notch or two when he has the time. And tonight, he’s trying something new.

Well, you both are.

The library is unusually busy for a Friday night, you realize, as you squeeze your thighs together and pull your bottom lip tight between your teeth. Jeongin’s still watching, probably has spit pooling in his mouth at the sight of you squirming in your chair. He does little to hide the slight upturn of his mouth, and it only serves to turn you on more.

There wasn’t much that could have prepared you for what he had waiting the minute you strolled into his apartment earlier, his eyes sparkling when you planted an innocent, unknowing kiss on his cheek.

“What’s that look for?” You had asked, raising an eyebrow when his smile only grew.

“We’re still going to the library tonight, right?” He asked, hand on your waist as he caged you in against the counter of his kitchenette. His fingers flexed atop the fabric of your jeans, already excited, itching to touch.

“That’s the plan. Unless you don’t want to, but I really need to study for my philosophy debate next week and—wait. What is that?”

“Surprise.” He said, pulling a small box out from behind his back. You let your eyes dart between him and the gift, something like anticipation swimming around in your gut. It wasn’t a holiday, or an anniversary, and Jeongin really only ever got that look in his eye when he—

You pulled the lid off, eyes going wide at the site of a pair of lace underwear sitting in a bed of tissue paper. Beside it, a small remote.

“Is this…”

“Mmhm,” Jeongin hummed, placing the box on the counter so he could pull you in by your hips for a kiss.

Painfully slow, his tongue worked your mouth open with force, cock already pathetically hard beneath his sweatpants at the mere thought of having you at his full disposal.

“You put these on before we leave, and if you show me that you can handle it,” he paused, dropping his voice an octave lower, the resulting growl enough to send a shiver down your spine, “I’ll bring you back to my place and reward you.”

That’s how you found yourself here, seated at a table towards the back of the library, the soft lull of a vibrator against your core as Jeongin controls it with a remote hidden in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“You seem to be—mmnf—enjoying this.”

Jeongin smirks, wets his lips. Even with the way his hair falls into his eyes, it’s hard to miss the hunger in them.

“You have no idea.”

Despite his outward facing, saccharine sweet demeanor, Jeongin harbors an almost animalistic desire beneath toothy grins and shy rubs to the back of his neck.

When you first met, you found him cute and quiet, too reserved to even spare a glance in your direction for the most part. Not that you were any better, but to say you were shocked the moment you and Jeongin finally fell into bed together is an understatement.

Of course, it took a few times for him to let loose, to feel comfortable enough to let go and have you take him fully, but once he did he couldn’t stop.

Jeongin is all rough hands and filthy words, guttural moans and spit stained sheets from when he gets too drunk on the taste of you that he can’t be bothered to clean it up. The worst part? You love it. You love the praises he whispers and the secret touches he gives when no one is looking, love the way his eyes will find you from across the room and undress you inside and out, your stomach twisting and turning from just a single upturn of his lip. Jeongin throws your world on its head, satisfies you in ways you never thought possible.

“Jeongin—ah.” His name comes out as a broken moan, the vibrator pressed tight between your legs. He must be cranking it higher, the sensation getting more and more intense, the squeezing of your thighs barely enough to contain it.

“What was that?” He asks innocently.

Jeongin leans back in his chair, far enough for you to see the way his hand twitches in the pocket of his sweatshirt, a stronger vibration following immediately after. “I didn’t quite catch what you were trying to say.”

Torture. That’s the best way to describe this. Jeongin’s been edging you for the past fifteen minutes, waiting until the last second, when you look like you’re about to come undone, only to lower the setting and leave you whining behind the screen of your laptop as you hide your face. It was more bearable when he had it set to a constant speed, but now, you’re barely managing to hold it together

You’ve waited too long, pretended to be taking notes for what feels like forever, when you finally decide to beg him for relief. “Jeongin, please, can we—”

“Hey lovebirds!”

The world, seemingly against you, decides that now is the best time to send a crescent-eyed Hyunjin waltzing up to your table. He’s got one hand wrapped around the strap of his bag, hair tied back into a ponytail, and he looks an awful lot like he has enough free time to make small talk. How cruel.

Unsurprisingly, Jeongin’s smile grows. The vibration increases between your legs. Fucking hell, he looks like a kid in a candy store, teeth on full display. “Hey Hyune! What are you doing here?”

“Oh Innie, I ask myself that every time Old Yeller over there tries to sweet talk me into taking her granddaughter on a date.” He jerks his head in the direction of the help desk where Mrs. Jung is already staring at him over the top of her glasses.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes before turning his attention to you, “Long time no see, y/n. Tell Yang to start bringing you along to hangouts so we can talk about him behind his back.” His eyes disappear into his smile, and you do your best to reciprocate.

“She would never.” Jeongin says, eyes narrowing in your direction at the exact moment the vibrator begins whirring with more intensity.

You take a deep breath, white-knuckling around your pen as you fight to suppress a moan, “Mmhm. Sure thing. Sounds fun. I’ll make sure to be there next time.” You pause after every few words, giving yourself just enough time to collect your bearings as Jeongin continues to wreak havoc against your throbbing core.

Hyunjin, bless his heart, doesn’t seem to notice. He smiles—beams even—before his eyes fall to the open philosophy book next to your laptop. “Oh, shit, you’re in that class too? Must be a different section than mine, but I haven’t even started reviewing anything. Seungmin’s going to beat my ass before the debate.” Jeongin’s thumb brings the vibrator up one notch. “Do you mind if I take a peek at your notes for a sec?”

Yes, you want to say. But you can’t, you know you can’t. And, more importantly, Jeongin knows you can’t.

“Yeah sure, I—hah—it’s uh, it’s all in here.” You say quickly, turning your laptop a bit so he can see the screen.

“Fucking bless. You’re a lifesaver.” Hyunjin says in relief, oblivious to your little slip up.

Jeongin saw it though, heard the way the moan almost fell from your lips. He’s been painfully hard the entire time, straining against his underwear, cock swollen from how badly he’s turned on. Hyunjin showing up doesn’t do much to help, only adds to the thrill of it all. You look so pitiful trying to hold it together, trying to hide how good you feel. To hide the way Jeongin is controlling how good you feel.

You’re being good for him. So good. He could bend you over the table right now if he wanted, fuck you so the whole student body can see for all he cares.

You visibly relax when Jeongin brings the intensity down, your legs shaking as you slowly relieve some of the tension off of your aching thighs. The knot in your stomach is still there, sitting on the precipice of release as the dull hum of the vibrator continues. You’re so close it’s almost terrifying, unable to predict what you'll do when Jeongin finally gives you the satisfaction of letting go.

As if he can read your mind, Jeongin’s foot knocks against your shin under the table. You shift your gaze up to him, cock an eyebrow as if asking What? Done for now? to which he replies with a wink. Challenging. You lick your lips. Jeongin’s dick twitches in his pants.

“I don’t know why,” Hyunjin says, squinting at the screen, “But I have this feeling that Professor Kang is going to give our class the question about free will. Like, whether or not we have it. So if I was going to argue from the standpoint of compatibilism, that means I’m only speaking for instances where external constraints are absent, right?”

“Well, yes,” you begin, leaning in closer, “But you have to remember that compatibilism doesn’t mean that humans are free, though. Always make sure that—” Jeongin’s foot starts sliding up your leg, stopping right at the inside of your knee, “—that, uh, you don’t confuse your stance with one of the other three perspectives.”

Hyunjin furrows his eyebrows. “Yes, but, if there’s an absence of external constraint shouldn’t that mean they’re free in a way? The constraints are what’s stopping them, no?”

You blink hard, eyes fixed on the screen as you try to refocus your attention on what Hyunjin is saying. “Y-Yeah, but, sometimes you—” Jeongin’s foot slowly pushes your knees apart until your legs are spread wide beneath the table, enough so that your folds are no longer separating the flat side of the vibrator from your clit. He gives no warning, no time to process what’s happening until your entire body jolts forward from the force of the vibration against your now exposed clit.

“Woah, are you okay?” Hyunjin asks, eyes wide. You let out a few hesitant breaths as you straighten back out. Jeongin’s foot is firm against your left knee, forcing it open as he innocently fiddles with the corner of his notebook.

He’s playing a dangerous game, tiptoeing the line between teasing and just being downright cruel. Jeongin supposes that the ideal situation would not be for you to come undone right here at the table, Hyunjin’s eyes on you as he waits for a response, lips parted in confusion and concern.

“I’m fine I’m just—”

“Actually, we have to go.” Jeongin cuts in, glancing at his watch. “I forgot that we have a dinner reservation at seven. Must’ve slipped my mind. You can email him the notes, yeah babe?”

You blink at him in surprise, swallowing when his foot trails the length of your leg until it’s resting back on the ground. The vibrator turns off, and Jeongin lifts his eyebrows in a silent signal.

“Y-yeah! Of course,” you turn to Hyunjin, “Sorry, I don’t mean to cut it short. You can definitely text me if you have any more questions though.” Your voice is strained, throat tight with anticipation. Jeongin is looking at you like he could eat you alive, and it takes everything in you to not moan right then and there even without the sensation of the vibrator against you.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah totally. I don’t want to keep you guys any longer,” Hyunjin says happily, his eyes taking on that familiar shape, “Have fun you two! Also, Yang, I’m watching you. You’d better invite her out with us next time!” He calls out, pointing two fingers at his eyes before turning them in Jeongin’s direction as he walks backwards towards one of the study rooms. Jeongin gives him a lazy wave before focusing his attention back to you.

“All of a sudden?” you ask, not bothering to lead in with anything else.

Jeongin doesn’t say anything, just starts shoving his things into his bag. You watch him for a few moments, eyeing him carefully. Is he…mad? No, right? There’s nothing you could have possibly done to piss him off. If anything, you're the one who should be mad at him for making you look like a fool in front of Hyunjin.

When it’s clear that Jeongin isn’t in the mood to talk, you slowly start packing up your own things. Your legs feel like jelly once you stand, aching from the knot of arousal that’s still sitting low in the pit of your stomach. Jeongin lets his eyes trail your body before he pushes away from the table.

“Come on, let’s go.” He mumbles, eyes dark. You open your mouth to say something but he pays no mind, just grabs your hand and heads straight for the door.

The walk is silent. Jeongin only grunts in greeting at the person behind the front desk of his apartment building, hurriedly making his way to the elevators as you struggle to keep up, his grip on your wrist the only thing making sure you’re close behind. Jeongin doesn’t say anything during the ride up to his floor, either. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t react.

You’re at your limit when he punches his code into the keypad of his apartment, flinging the door open and ushering you inside. You’re about to confront him, about to turn and ask what you did wrong and apologize for whatever it might’ve been when he slams the door shut and yanks you by the wrist, pulling you with enough force to have your back against the wood in a matter of seconds.

One hand above your head, palm flat against the door, Jeongin uses his other to cradle your jaw and slam his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands fly to his hair immediately, tangling themselves in the softness of it, pulling slightly to elicit a groan out of him just the way you know he likes.

“Did so fucking good,” he mumbles against your lips as he drops both of his hands to press your hips further into the door. “Gonna reward you now, yeah? Gonna make you feel good. Give you what you want.”

You clench around nothing as his words shoot straight through you, nothing but heat spreading throughout your entire body as his mouth works hot against your neck. You squeeze your thighs together for something, anything to relieve your want for more.

“Jeong—fuck, please.” You whine when his hand slips into your pants, and you feel him smile against your neck.

“Look at you begging. Always so good for me, so needy.” His fingers grip the end of the vibrator as he slips it out of the pocket of the underwear and tosses it somewhere on the floor.

You gasp, your eyes flying open. “You’re going to break it.”

Jeongin chuckles, “I’ll buy another one.”

“You can’t just waste money on that.” You groan and pull his head back by his hair, “I bet it was expensive too, wasn’t it?”

“I’d spend any amount of money if it meant I’d be able to see you look that fucked out in public again, baby, trust me.” Jeongin smirks. “Now, can you ride my face or are we gonna continue to argue about my financial responsibility?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, smirking when Jeongin’s eyes flicker to them. He takes it as the okay, drops to his knees, and smiles in satisfaction at the hiss that leaves your mouth once he pulls your jeans down to your ankles and the air hits the wet fabric of your panties.

“Fuck, look at you,” he sighs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to each of your thighs. Your legs start shaking almost immediately. “Can’t believe you’re mine.” He mumbles as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down your legs, helping you step out of it.

Jeongin cups his hands under your thighs, thumbs pressed to the inside of them, and then spares one last look up at you through thick lashes before he’s leaning in and licking a stripe up your folds. You nearly collapse then and there, but his hands hold you up, grip firm.

“Holy fuck,” you groan. Jeongin hums against you, licking and sucking at your clit like his life depends on it. He feels like it does. He can’t help but pull back and admire how red and swollen you are, sensitive as hell from all the edging, your wetness practically leaking all over his chin. He lets you fist at his hair as incoherent words tumble from your lips, lets you grind your hips into his face as he stiffens his tongue so you can fuck yourself on it, his nose brushing your clit every so often and sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It’s good, so fucking good, Jeongin’s always known how to push your limits in a way that has you trembling and craving more.

“Right there,” you gasp, your thighs clenching as you shake in his hold, your peak reaching faster than you expected it to. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Jeongin flattens his tongue and begins lapping at you pathetically, bringing a hand up to start pumping two fingers in and out of you at just the right angle. You cum all over his fingers, hot white flashes clouding your vision as your hips stutter, his left arm keeping you firm against the door. He lets you ride it out, sucks lazily at your clit until you’re jerking with every touch of his mouth to your core, too sensitive for him to continue.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up, hair completely ruined and pupils blown wide with desire. He leans in to kiss you, more gentle this time, and he laughs into your mouth when you all but melt into his arms and he has to tighten his grip to hold you up. You moan when he tilts your head back and licks your bottom lip, to which you open for him, and he kisses your own arousal into your mouth.

“Think you can keep going?” He asks.

You don’t answer, just snake your hand in between your bodies and cup him through his sweats. He’s hard, practically straining against his underwear.

“Your turn.” You whisper, walking him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he falls on to it. He spreads his legs wide, watches with heavy eyelids as you stand before him and remove your shirt, leaving yourself fully exposed for him to see.

“God you are…” he trails off when you move towards him and climb onto his lap, grinding your hips down against him and no doubt leaving a wet spot on the outside of his sweats, “…fuck.” He groans, throwing his head back as he presses his thumbs into your hips to help you press down harder.

“I’m what?” You ask when you begin trailing kisses down his jaw, loving the way his stubble scratches against your lips. You suck at the spot just below his ear, still grinding against him.

“Everything I’ve ever fucking dreamed of.” He sighs.

You pull back until your noses are barely brushing and stare into his eyes for a moment. “What?” he asks as he starts rubbing circles into your hip bone with his thumb.

“Nothing I just…” you trail off, eyes still searching his as he stares back at you with an overwhelming amount of adoration.

“…I just really want to suck your dick right now.”

Jeongin barks out a laugh, loud and punctuated, before his head falls forward onto your shoulder and the remaining giggles are nothing but choppy breaths that ghost your nipples.

“What?” You laugh, hitting his shoulder. “I’m serious!”

He picks his head back up to look at you, eyes disappearing into the smile that’s on his face, and leans forward to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “I know, I know, I just—I love you, that’s all. I. Love. You.” He punctuates every word with a kiss, but you chase the last one until his lips are slotted against yours hungrily once again, his hands dropping to cup you from behind.

You inhale deeply before sliding off his lap, dropping to your knees on the floor in front of him. Jeongin lifts his hips just enough for you to help him slide his sweats and underwear off in one fluid motion and then yanks his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him fully naked and sinking back into the couch cushions. With his legs spread wide, cock hard and swollen pink against his stomach, messy hair and wide eyes, you think about just how lucky you are to call him yours, to be able to have him in every way possible.

Without wasting too much time, you rest your hands on his thighs and lick along the underside of him, tracing the vein there with your tongue and then sucking off the precum at the tip. “Shiiiiit,” Jeongin moans, throwing his head back.

You grab at the base of his cock and take him fully without warning, sinking down until he hits the back of your throat. He’s big enough that he fills your mouth completely, spit dribbling out of the sides as you work the bottom half of him with your hand, moving in time with your lips as you bob your head up and down.

“Holy fuck, shit, fuck,” the words tumble from his lips as he keeps a steady hand on the back of your head. You look up at him, a single tear spilling from the corner of your eye. He watches with parted lips for a second before pulling you off of him, a string connected to where spit is pooling on your chin.

“I am not,” he says, out of breath, “Cumming unless I’ve got you around my cock.”

You smile as you scramble up and onto his lap, planting your legs on either side of him. He raises an eyebrow in question, “Aren’t your legs tired?”

“Not for you they’re not,” you say as you reach behind, your hand using your leftover spit to pump him a few times. “Now shut up.”

Jeongin laughs and puts both hands behind his head, arms on full display as he leans back, “Yes ma’am.”

The moans you both let out the minute you sink down on him is so pornographic you’re almost embarrassed. If his neighbors didn’t already know what you were doing, then they definitely do now. Jeongin’s shoulders are firm where you anchor yourself to him, using his body as leverage while you ride him to high hell.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, his hands finding your breasts immediately. Sometimes you forget how big Jeongin’s hands are, both of them cupping you completely, only your nipples peeking out between his fingers as he kneads your chest.

“Bet you liked knowing how wet I was for you while I was talking to Hyunjin, huh?”

Jeongin won’t admit it, but he loves it when you talk to him like this during sex. He likes to feel in control, likes to have his way with you, but on the flip side he loves when you take initiative too. You can feel him twitch inside you at your words, his hips jerking upwards to meet your movements.

“You liked knowing you were in control, that you could make me cum at any second and I’d have to hide it, maybe squeeze my legs to stop myself. And the poor guy, he wouldn’t have a clue. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if I started whimpering and shaking, would he? And it would all be because of you.”

Jeongin responds by bringing a hand down on your ass with a loud smack, your body jolting forward into him from the force. It only spurs you further, your knees on fire from exertion.

You can feel the mark blooming, a big red handprint sure to be visible by the time you wake up tomorrow morning. Part of you wants to get it tattooed there, to have a permanent reminder of Jeongin on your body, to always know what it feels like to be wholly and unconditionally his.

“God you’re so fucking nasty,” he all but growls into your ear, his mouth hot as he connects his lips with yours, tongue licking eagerly into your mouth. “Close.” He grunts.

Jeongin sees stars when you lean back and prop yourself up on his knees, planting your heels into the couch on either side of him so you can fuck yourself onto his cock at a better angle. He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing mercilessly while he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Jeongin—!”

The sensation of you clenching around him as you cum makes Jeongin’s own release follow shortly after, both of you moaning and swearing as you ride it out together. He lets you fall into his chest, rubs a soothing hand up and down your back as you both attempt to calm your breathing and reel yourselves back to reality. His skin is sticky with a sheen of sweat, your own forehead damp and legs shaking.

Jeongin sighs and brings a hand up to tangle in your hair while his fingers massage your scalp. You pull back, staring at him in confusion.

“What?”

Jeongin blinks a few times before he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I think you’ve definitely ruined me for anyone else.”

Although he meant it in a sweet, endearing way, you narrow your eyes and poke a finger into his chest. “Why are you saying that as if ‘anyone else’ is even an option?”

He throws an arm over his face, “You know what I meant.”

“No, actually, I don’t think I do—”

“You literally just rode me into oblivion. I bought you vibrating panties just so I could—”

“—I can’t believe that after I just broke my knees for you that’s the first thing you say!”

Jeongin bursts into a fit of giggles when you dig your fingers into his ribs, squealing when he tosses you off of him and you roll on to the side of the couch. “Okay, okay! Let me make it up to you, just stay there.” He says before disappearing into the bathroom. When he reamerges, he’s got a wet washcloth, which he uses to wipe you down before kissing the pout off of your face.

Not long later, when you’re both showered and he’s got you draped across his lap in a pair of his sweats and one of his hoodies, Jeongin chances a tap on your shoulder.

“Hmm?” You hum sleepily.

“So, you never explicitly said it, but on a scale of one to ten…if you were to rate my gift…”

You huff out a laugh, turning so that you’re on your back in order to look at him. “Definitely a ten. Could do without the borderline public humiliation next time, though.”

Jeongin leans down to press a kiss to your lips, smiling when you wrap your arms around his head to hold him there for a while longer. “Noted. As long as you never say one of my friends’ names during sex ever again.”

“Why? You sounded like you liked it.”

“Shut up.” Jeongin groans, resting his forehead against yours. It has to be an uncomfortable position, his entire body hunched over at nearly a ninety degree angle to even reach you. “I was balls deep inside of you when it happened. Completely out of my mind. But then, when I was in the bathroom taking a piss five minutes ago I was like, what the fuck? So yeah. No public humiliation as long as I never have to hear Hyun—”

Jeongin’s phone vibrates a total of three times on the couch next to him, cutting him off. He eyes it for a moment, confused as to why anyone would even be messaging this late, and then laughs when he finally picks it up to read what was sent.

“Speak of the devil,” he scoffs before turning the screen towards you.

hyunjin

yo yang

sorry to bother

you think y/n could email me those notes now?

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linopls · 7 months

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kinktober day one

choking jeongin x fem!reader summary: jeongin really missed you while on tour warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, 18+, choking, degradation, mirror sex 0.4k words

“that’s it, good girl, taking my cock like that,” jeongin grunts as he fucks into you at an animalistic pace.

jeongin has you on all fours on one of the hotel beds, or had you on all fours. at some point he grabbed both your hands and pulled them behind your back, this left you with your face buried in the pillow, muffling the moans and cries pouring from your mouth.

stray kids was on tour and you decided to visit him when they stopped in your hometown. when jeongin saw you backstage, he almost bent you over his dressing room vanity and fucked you right there. he dragged you home from the after party early and jumped your bones before the hotel door could close.

“i missed you so fucking much,” he says between thrusts. you whine in response.

you had lost all control of your body, all you could feel was pleasure. whimpering to every dirty sentence that came out of his mouth because you’d lost the ability to speak, tears flooding down your face because you had never felt this good in your life.

you feel jeongin let go of one of your wrists and he snakes his hand down your back and onto your shoulder. he pulls you up so that your back is against his front. when your eyes adjust, you can see both you and jeongin in one of the hotel mirrors. your makeup smeared all over your face and jeongin smirking while he slowly moves his hand to below your neck.

you whimper out when he finally wraps his slender fingers around the base of your neck, as he slowly tightens his grip on your neck, your eyes roll back in your head and you can hear jeongin chuckle in your ear.

he moves his hand that’s not around your neck and slowly trails his fingers down to your clit. you moan loudly in response and jeongin tightens the grip around your neck ever so slightly. you can still breathe and speak, but the act of it sends shivers down your spine.

“that’s it, my good sweet girl,” jeongin moans into your ear.

“g-gonna-,” you start but jeongin cuts you off by squeezing your throat, cutting your air off.

“go ahead, pretty girl, cum all over my cock.” he groans.

you eyes go wide and you’re no longer able to speak, tears stream down your face as your release hits. jeongin is quick to follow and releases his hand from your neck and wraps his arm around your torso. he continues to fuck both of you through your orgasms as he places soft kisses on your now bruised neck.

jeongin pulls out slowly, you whine at the empty feeling. he helps you under the duvet and cuddles up next to you. he continues to leave soft kisses on your bruised neck as you fall fast asleep.

jeongin hands.

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Stop Hitting Yourself

Synopsis: After four years of high school, you were sick and tired of Yang Jeongin. However, your inexperience with relationships combined with his persistence have you questioning your feelings towards him. Now, in the final stretch of your secondary education, you've somehow been paired up with that brute in a project. Yet, your study plans in the library take a different turn when you let your curiosity (and his perseverance) get the better of you.

Content: bully!Jeongin x nerd!fem!reader, plus size!reader, virgin!innocent!reader (doesn't know anything besides basic biology), dom!Jeongin, big dick!Jeongin, Jeongin is a dumbass (also oscillates between like cold bad boy and golden retriever boy), hand kink, reader has small hands, Jeongin has huge hands (duh), enemies to lovers, school AU, the reader is a bit insecure and endures a lot of bullying by Jeongin (teasing, mocking, comments related to glasses, no other negative comments related to appearance), mentions of smoking, 0-100 kind of plot, groping, spanking, pain kink, oral sex (male!receiving), crying, degradation, slight size kink, public sex, unprotected sex (please where a condom!!), mentions of breeding, vaginal penetrative sex, a hella cute epilogue.

Word Count: ~16.9 k (I AM SO SORRY)

Author's Notes: This fic is for my lovely and patient followers and hte amazing anon who sent in this request! Also, even though this AU takes place in a high school setting, please note that both Jeongin and the reader are 18+ in this fic. Minors, do not interact! This work also follows a lot of stereotypes about like "nerds" and "bullies" but bear with me y'all. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, trussss that it is not because the bully is harbouring some crush on you. This fic uses such dynamics to simply build towards the smut and power dynamics. To quote Tyler the Creator, "Hey, don't do anything I'm about to say." Also, I would eventually love to do another and much shorter part two, but that is an idea for another time. Thank y'all as always!

Taglist: @scribblemetae @mygsis, @9900z @taekbokki,@imtoooyoungforthisshit, @jihanlovic, @compersian

You had three goals once you entered high school: get good grades, stay out of trouble, and try to have fun.

Yang Jeongin, however, seemed hell-bent on destroying any semblance of peace in your life. In fact, you bet that his whole schedule was dedicated to manifesting your misery. Or, possibly, he just brought torment with him wherever he went.

Nevertheless, it was accurate to claim that his purpose (in your perception) was to make you miserable. For the past school year, you had seen more of Jeongin than you ever wished to: your schedules put him in at least two classes with you every semester for four years and you also lived relatively close to one another. So, your encounters were frequent, expected, and... "memorable", to say the least.

Every day since freshman orientation, you have been forced to acknowledge Jeongin's existence on a daily basis. Almost immediately, he adopted a particularly cruel stance toward you. When it all first started, his taunts were just for fun and to seek attention, to say the least. Now, he just seemed mean. Not to anyone in particular: Jeongin was just a generally disagreeable person, and especially to you. And it hurt.

Obviously, it hurt, who would not be hurt if they found themselves in such circumstances?

It was embarrassing to admit it, but Jeongin's indifference toward you was often offset by your more "cordial" feelings toward him. Actual motherfucking cordial feelings. In other words, you had harboured a small, tiny, minuscule, microscopic crush on him that even his meanest days could not challenge. So, you've had a crush on Jeongin since you first met him and it has been the dumbest thing you've ever done.

You remember when you first saw him. It was orientation for high school, the first day of the semester. You were a freshman and he was too. However, your appearance alone separated you and him into two distinct social categories. Like the delinquents that were his so-called friends, he wore his uniform messily: tie loose, shirt untucked, sneakers, and messy hair. Everything he did was with an insufferable air of nonchalance and disrespect, almost aggressive in the languid, lazy movements he made. Even his walk reeked of a cockiness that altered the milieu of the room. You couldn't believe how intolerable he was, nor could you believe how your cheeks flushed at the mere sight of him. High cheekbones, a fox-like face, slender build but definitely on the muscular side. God, not to mention he was big. He was tall, at least taller than the other boys in your grade. His height alone made him stick out like a sore thumb, not to mention his clothing. He had immediately caught your eye and it made you sick.

And then there was you: you were just as out of place as he was, but for entirely different reasons. Your hair was proper, your glasses were well polished, and your uniform was always ironed. Of course, the uniform rarely fit properly as you were bigger. The shirt never buttoned right and the skirt was too short in the back, making you feel much more out of place than you would have liked. Other than your rather ill-fitting uniform, your propriety and intelligence made you the odd one out. You contrasted much of the student population in those respects, especially Yang Jeongin.

For lack of a better word, you were a fucking loser. And so was Jeongin. But at least he owned it. Maybe that was what you liked about him, that he knew he wasn't much and didn't have to prove himself through school or other activities. Either that or how fucking attractive his jawline was or his messy hair.

Jeongin and his friends managed to sit somewhat near you during orientation. He couldn't see you from his position, but you could see him. His confident stare, the flirtatious grin he flashed, and the troublesome giddiness in his eyes would normally make you well annoyed. But, with him, it was somehow different, like he wasn't just another stupid boy you couldn't wait to ignore and forget. God. It was like some trope where he was the bad boy and you were some know-it-all who was desperate for some freedom, which he could offer you.

The entire assembly went over your head as your eyes transfixed on the boy who sat in front of you with his giggling gaggle of friends and troublemakers. You swore he thought he was one of the cutest boys you'd ever seen.

That all quickly changed once you got to know him.

You only had two classes with him that year but they were unforgettable due to the sheer torture he put you through. He would tease you, take your notes, copy off of your tests, and sometimes right his name on your homework (and he would still manage to get shitty grades). Needless to say, your fondness for him obviously and quickly diminished.

Yet, you still knew that those feelings hadn't entirely disappeared. They were still there, just somewhere deep down. However, some nights, those feelings were quite shallow and you didn't need to search so deeply to find them, as if you could reach out and touch them with ease. It happened late at night and only in the shroud of darkness. Your head would either be too busy or too slow, as if the overbearing presence of thoughts or their complete absence somehow created a tunnel to your most shameful yet needful desires. Though you wouldn't like to admit it, at these moments you find yourself pining for him. And then you feel those feelings, the ones that you don't really understand but you're too embarrassed to even type the words into the search bar and figure out what's going on so you just deal with them. And then you spend the night lying in your bed, tossing and turning to your memories of Jeongin, wondering what he would be like if he were here with you now.

Fuck. You need a boyfriend, or to at least get laid.

Yeah. You're inexperienced, but you know the basics. At least, you think you do. When it comes to Jeongin, all logic gets thrown out the window. You often find yourself wondering what you actually want to do with him: to kill him or… God, you couldn’t even think of the filthy things you wanted him to do to you. Maybe it was because you were too embarrassed to think such things, or maybe it was because you truly didn’t know what to think. Despite acing AP biology and understanding how everything physiologically works, your lack of experience has made you rather ill-equipped when it comes to anything romantic or "alleviating" those feelings you have when you think about Jeongin. Either way, your mind was blank when it came to him, especially those feelings that make you toss and turn and pray that weird giddy feeling goes away.

Now, after four years, you can practically taste your liberation from him. However, it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore his teases. Not only is he becoming more annoying by the second, but it also seems like he is just getting fucking hotter. Especially when he magically starts paying attention in class and you finally have a chance to stare at him uninhibited, as if being free from his constant attention finally gives you a chance to admire him. It looks like you are staring off into space, but really you are studying him. His pretty face, how good he would look if he cleaned himself up a bit more, or even admitting to yourself how good he looks all scruffy. You would study his body, how slender he is, how you want to feed him good desserts, how you think he would be the type of boyfriend to never resist eating his partner's food. Then you would acknowledge how he keeps his nail beds clean. How nice his hands are, overall. How nice they would be to hold. How big they are, how veiny... how that insinuates he is big and veiny in other places.

...Okay, so you weren't completely out of the dating sphere. You were naive, but you knew how everything worked. However, you also knew that there was more than just strange feelings and vaginal penetration and orgasms and pregnancy and yada yada yada: there was more beyond sex than just sex. But, of course, you never worked up the courage to simply type lewd searches into Google or bother to ask any of your friends about it. Except for the hand thing, which is just that: a hand thing. A thing you have for hands, Jeognin’s hands, and yeah. Just a hand thing. Nothing else. Yeah.

Anyways, you remained—more or less—in the dark about sex. Though you would like to know more, you know that you've only felt certain feelings towards Jeongin, and only him, of all people. For any logical person, it is better to bury those feelings deep inside than let yourself accept that they are awoken by a ghastly man who cares little for you or your well-being.

You'd rather stick to your studies, anyways.

Today, however, was a particularly irritating day. Normally, Jeongin enjoyed following you around, jeering rude chants at you with his friends (your favourite was the classic and unoriginal "Hey four-eyes!" followed by a chorus of giggles), or trying to wrap his arm around you as you walked down the hall. Every time, you brushed him off. However, Jeongin's irritability was off the charts since he decided that today was the day to dress in a particularly irritating fashion. He had completely disregarded his school uniform altogether. Why did this of all things make you mad, exactly? Because he looked fucking amazing.

Wrinkled white shirt. Loose tie. And sweatpants. Not just any sweatpants, but grey sweatpants. God, it was like he was trying to annoy you. How could he look so good while wearing something so informal? He was borderline infuriating in his presence alone, now you had to cope with how his sweatpants left little to the imagination. Though you wished that someone would put a stop to this reign of terror, you knew that the school administration had completely given up trying to control him at this point. This institution had become Jeongin's domain and you were intended to suffer through it as well as your rage-based attraction to him. Nevertheless, you pushed those feelings below your impermeable layer of school-related anxiety and ignored them. You found this trick especially useful to you when he was your lab partner in chemistry last year. It is an especially useful tool now considering you were seated across from him.

While you tried to keep your eyes focused on the board in front of you and not on the hunk of the man to your left, the task immediately became easier once your teacher announced the first big project of the semester.

"This project will weigh at around 20% of your grade and will replace this module's exam." Sighs of relief passed through the class in waves, the whole class happy to know that they just have to make a powerpoint rather than study all night for a written test that they would likely fail. Peace, however, was momentary.

"However,” your teacher continued, “since this project is a large amount of work, it will be done in groups of two." You gave a quick smile to your friend and desk partner to your right, who smiled back.

"The groups, however, have been randomly assigned." Your faces both dropped. Actually, everyone stopped smiling. Then, waves of groans moved through the class.

"Stop complaining," the teacher sighed, rubbing her eyes. "To create a conducive learning environment that limits your amount of fun, I randomly assigned each of you to someone in the class who you likely do not talk to. I will post the partners at the end of class and I suggest that you start working on the project ASAP and throughout the weekend because it's due in a week." Another wave of groans rolled through the class and was immediately followed by complaints, questions, exasperated sighs, and a particularly harsh exhale from you. You hated assigned group projects. Due to your reputation, you were usually expected to carry the project along with whoever you were assigned. You never really minded the work as long as you got to choose your partner. Essentially, if the partner was your friend, you would happily and easily do all the work. But now that the teacher has “randomly selected” your partners (she surely just put them through a random assigning program), you felt your blood boil. Jeongin, however, was surely silently rejoicing at the announcement of a group-based project: it meant that he could coast by like he normally did in group projects.

The rest of the class drudged on with great exhaustion. Everyone loathed the prospect of seeing who they were paired up with at the end of it. The worst thing was that it was the Friday of a long weekend. School was meant to be the last thing on anyone's mind until Tuesday came around. You all should have been blessed with the freedom of three days off and whatever it entailed: drinking, parties, staying out late, suspicious excuses given to your guardians, small friend groups loitering at the park at night, getting high then going to the 7/11, and hangovers that you thought were terrible but would seem like small headaches when you're 22 and trying to keep up with college-level drinking. This was what the weekend was for. However, this teacher obviously loved to ruin everyone's time and force them to study and work on this project.

With the final bell, the teacher headed out first followed by a mass of same-dressed students who were eager to see the possible stranger that they would be paired with. Jeongin left first, keen to leave but also being able to leave easily as he had brought nothing to class. After a few minutes, you and your friend followed behind the crowd, watching the mass of students as they shoved to look at the list of partners on the corkboard. Some sulked away, others jeered as they had been blessed with the partnership of a friend. Jeongin was one of the first to walk away, smiling smugly and playfully shoving his friend as they sat idly by, waiting for their partners to come to them.

After a few minutes of struggle, you and your friend finally made your way to the list.

"Who'd you get?" You ask as she studies the list first.

"That kid that sits behind us," she says.

"Oh, that's good! His name is Seungmin, he’s sweet."

"Yeah, but..." her voice trailed off.

"But... what?" You inquired, her voice making you uneasy.

"You're gonna... your partner... just, see for yourself." She steps out of the way as your finger traces down the list to find your name.

And there it is. Next to your partners. And, frankly, you can do nothing but slowly turn and look at Jeongin leaning against the lockers behind you.

He gives you a small smile and raises his eyebrows.

"We'll meet at 5 in the library! I'll see you then!" He states with a twisted grin. With those few words said, he and his friend saunter off, leaving you dumbstruck with your friend praying for your well-being beside you.

“Y/n,” she asked with a soft touch to your arm, “are you okay?” You gave a stiff nod as you watched Jeongin walk away.

God. Those fucking grey sweatpants look so good on him.

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"You're lucky that you know the librarian well enough that we can be left alone here," Jeongin teased, looking up at the high ceilings and clearly impressed by them. His arms hung low as he carried the stack of books he had slowly accumulated in his arms. Well, you place them in his arms, he just took them because he didn’t really know what to look for or how to study or what this class was even about.

You guessed by his expression (and from your past four years of being his victim) that Jeonging had probably never even set foot in the library. In fact, he had little to no intention of doing so for his whole high school career. Yet, thanks to you, here he was.

"I don't 'know the librarian,'" you groaned. "I volunteer here. Some of us need extracurriculars on our university applications. I just have the privilege of going here enough that I get an extra key to help lock up." You placed the book you were carrying on the wooden table and Jeonin copied your action, dropping the stack of texts with a sigh.

“In other words,” Jeongin taunted, “you know the librarian well enough to come here after hours”. You shot him a look before turning to the mess of textbooks and binders in front of you.

"We wouldn't be alone after-hours if we had just started immediately after class," you stated angrily as you sorted the books into piles for you and him. "But somebody had to go smoke with his friends outside, so now we've had to come after hours to study."

"Just know that it was a really good smoke break," Jeongin replied with glee as you divided up his and your reading materials, placing the books with a hidden rage that only came from years of bullying or sexual frustration. Or, in your case, a horrid cocktail of both. After you were done, you took a seat on one side of the table and gestured for him to sit opposite you. He got the hint and sat, immediately flipping through his books and shuffling them around, not even trying to look busy.

"All I know is that we're here, alone, with no one else around and that I could trash this place if I wanted,” he continued with an air of cockiness you wanted to destroy.

At this point, you were really starting to regret everything that has ever happened to you. Sure, having a key to the school's immense library was a bonus of being a diligent student: you knew you could always escape here and it was entrusted in your care. Many times you had retreated to this place in the hopes of peace and quiet from the troubles of school. It was your sanctuary.

Now, an early library closing, a nicotine addiction, and a late study session had forced you to bring him here.

"I know you won't do that,” you shot back, “and I also know that I could just lock you in here if I wanted for the whole weekend.” Your response made his eyes go wide with what seemed to be shock and worry. However, when a smile broke out on his face, you knew that he thought your threats were empty.

"You're fun!" He cheered.

"I will lock you in here, Jeongin." You restated in a serious tone which he didn't seem to take as seriously. "Now,” you continued, “get started on studying. We have a lot to do and I have no intention of doing it alone. You need to look through the blue book. Read sections 2 to 4 and take notes on anything related to the assignment. Check the study questions, too: there could be info in the answers that could help us out."

"I hate that you're making me work," he complained in an obnoxious tone that could only be embodied by a teenage boy who had never been put in his place. "Normally I do nothing and the person just lugs me along."

"Well, I'm tired of carrying group projects, so you have to carry your own weight," you sighed. "Now. Start studying."

Jeongin gave you an eye roll before quietly retreating to his book. The silence quickly engulfed the library and you flipped through your book, looking at where to begin and fearing how much you had to tackle.

Although this was a less-than-ideal situation, it did have its perks. To be honest, you never knew Jeongin could be quiet. It was nice to take quick glances at him while he studied, his face contorted as he analyzed the text and focused on his work. Just these few moments of silence seemed to give you hope. Maybe you could make the best of a bad situation. Maybe you could use this time to make Jeongin shut up for a few seconds and let you study his handsome face before being rudely disrupted by whatever dribble he decided to shoot out. Maybe this partnering was a blessing in disguise.

Your hopes were ruined as the silence was broken.

"God!" Jeongin groaned, leaning far back in his chair. "This is so borringgggggg!" Your annoyance immediately returned to your body. He was hot, but god did he like to pester you.

"Please, Jeongin, read the passages, I beg of you," you groaned as you looked through the books to find out the sections you were meant to study.

"Ughhhh..." he sighed. Suddenly, he loudly arose, chair screeching back as he picked up his books.

"What are you doing?" You asked, annoyed and barely looking up from the books you were still sorting through.

"I'm moving next to you," he responded as he waddled towards you, moving like a child who was purposefully aggravating a parent just for the fun of it.

"Please, God, tell me why," you groaned.

"Because I'm lost!" He sighed, "I'm gonna sit by you because I hate being this far away and this lost at the same time. You have to help me Y/N if you're gonna make me carry my weight on this project."

As he slid himself and his books beside you, you prayed to every God you knew of—Jesus, Demeter, Allah, YHWH—that you would be vaporized then and there.

There was no escaping this irritation. Normally, you'd parry any advancements Jeongin made. Oftentimes, you would even take a different path home or avoid certain wings of the school altogether just to get away from him. To be clear, Jeongin didn’t actually frighten you. You weren't scared of Jeongin, you were just horribly, dreadfully annoyed with him.

However, today was not a normal situation. There was no avoiding him: you were stuck with this fucking idiot on a group project with no hope of deflecting his pokes or prods.

"Oh, wait, before you start reading you should fix your glasses. They’re falling." He mumbles, "lemme… lemme just..." he then placed his pointer fingers on the center of your lens and pushed them up, readjusting the frames but dirtying your eyesight in the process. You shot him an angry look as he giggled, hating the smudge on the glass.

"If you must know," you seethed as you wiped your glasses off and placed them beside you, "I never wear them to read and study—two activities I still hope to do, despite your presence."

"Ah!" Jeongin dramatically fell back on his chair and grasped his heart as if he had just been shot straight through it. "Words hurt, y/n! I can't believe you would say such things to me! How dare you suggest I distract you!" He cried with a great fabricated sentiment.

Again, you rolled your eyes at his giggles and flirtatious fucking smile that made him look so damn dreamy that it made you want to punch a wall.

"Jeongin, please let me get back to studying."

"Call me 'Innie,'" he responded coolly.

You let a beat pass as you tried to process what he just said.

"...What?!" You hissed at him. That certainly got your attention.

"Call... me... 'Innie.'" His smile widened and he leaned forward, his face inches from yours and moving closer as he enunciated each syllable with mischief.

Part of you wanted to push him away. You wanted to leave the library, march straight home, and write a strongly worded email to your teacher telling her that, despite her requirements, you desperately wanted to complete the assignment by yourself.

The other part of yourself, however...

Shamefully, that part wanted him to lean in closer. It enjoyed his playful smile and tone, and thought about how wonderful it was that you two were together, alone, uninterrupted. It thought about all you could do behind closed doors. It thought about things that made you anxious and confused and, frankly, made you want to turn your brain off.

So, you agreed with the former part.

"Jeongin," you stressed, leaning back. "Please go back to studying. I don't have time to play your silly name games." His exaggerated groan to your response almost made you crack a smile. Almost.

"Come onnnnnn, Y/n!" He wailed, voice echoing throughout the archives. "You don't even have to say it in public! Please! Only once!" Suddenly, he leaned in again and his face was now mere centimetres from yours. His voice was hushed and his eyes had a strange look in them, something that was serious and tempting. It seemed like he was trying to be playfully urgent in his words, but his voice made each syllable come across as languid, as if he were edging you on, almost daring you to obey him.

"Just say it to me. Now, in private,” he pleaded.

Uh oh. That part of your brain that you tried to ignore was coming at you with a vengeance. You hardly noticed that your cheeks were starting to burn. Gathering all control, you tried to put an end to this foolishness.

"We won't ever be alone together after next week,” you replied calmly.

"What... what makes you say that?" He asked with a discouraged curiosity.

"Well... I can't imagine you'd want to hang out after this... after all..." you trailed off.

"After all...? What?" He continued, "After all 'I'm the smartest person in the district and intend to graduate top of the class so I don’t have time to hang out and do scumbag shit with my bestie Innie?"

Okay. Maybe Jeongin actually could humour you. After all, that impression is spot on. The blush on your cheeks had cooled now, but you had not noticed: your mind was too busy malfunctioning over the fact that you were smiling at something Yang Jeongin said to you. Jeongin had genuinely brought a smile to your face, and he seemed to notice, too.

"Woah! There's your smile!" Jeongin jeered, "I've been trying to get you to smile for like three or four years! 'Bout time!"

And just like that, your smile had disappeared without a trace. Your facial muscles even relaxed immediately, feeling no lingering strain from the act. How dare a fucking man tell you to smile, and to try and say that he has been wanting you to do so for four fucking years after bullying you for those same four goddamn years?! You felt like your chest would explode.

"What?! Where did it go?!" Jeongin whined, defeated and pouty because of it. "Pleeasseeeeeee smile again, y/n! You look so adorable when you do! I mean, you always do, but your smile! And I know you need your glasses and you look so cute with them, but I can finally see your whole face without them! Come oonnnnnnnnnn! Smileeeeeeee!!!"

Woah. Okay. Those words had sent that stupid, gullible, optimistic part of your brain into a frenzy. However, you clenched your jaw and kept a steady breath. You couldn’t let yourself get carried away as you knew it was all just a game to him. Everything was a game to him.

If Jeongin was telling the truth and that he thought you were “cute” or “always looked adorable”, you would have truly allowed yourself to believe his words. You would have beamed knowing that he thought it was beautiful if you did or didn’t smile, unable to hold back a response to his affection. If he was telling the truth, you were even ready to blush, beg, plead, flirt—whatever it took to keep him talking about how pretty you looked.

Yet, you are a pessimist, through and through. Before your imagination could run off with the idea that Jeongin’s words were honest and genuine, your heart twined knowing that whatever he was saying was likely far from the truth. What Jeongin said was likely rooted in some foolish, mean-spirited, and twisted way of teasing you. He always did something like this after annoying you: poke the bear then tell it how lovely it looks before it has the chance to chase him down. It was just like those boys in junior high who would yell across the class claiming that “his friend liked you" while the very same friend made disgusted faces. The boys would laugh then, as if the very idea of loving you was a joke. The girls, however, would share a solemn silence, a solidarity only experienced by the victims of female adolescence and the macabre. A

After all these experiences, you knew two things: boys were assholes and they were bullies. And Jeongin was part of them.

So, at this moment, you felt dizzy from the sheer humiliation of his words and your bubbling hatred. You couldn’t believe that Jeongin had the audacity to tease you like this, to say you were pretty when you knew that he had nothing positive to say about you. Saying such sweet things to you with nothing but ill intent behind them made you want to tackle him. Fuck his good looks or his conceited yet insanely attractive attitude.

So, instead of letting yourself be hopeful and toy with the idea that he may actually be saying a nice thing, you did what you did every time: move past it and try to suppress your anger.

Clearing your throat, you returned to your book.

"Affection and coquetry won't work on me, Jeongin," you stated, eyes burning into the pages to try and ward off the pain in your stomach from his words.

"Oh, really?"

God. When will he learn to give up?! He leaned playfully on his hand and swiftly placed his elbow on the table, simultaneously and seamlessly nudging your book out of the way with a coy smile. The act made you huff through your nostrils and dignify his presence with a glare. He didn’t even register the pain his words had caused you.

"They won't," you respond emotionlessly. All your emotions, however, became quite clear as you pushed your book back to its rightful place and shoved his elbow out of the way in the process, making him hiss from the pain. "And I doubt anything you do to me would count as flirtation."

Jeongin's sour face from the ache in his arm quickly changed to a wide-eyed, agape look. Oh no. The face of mischievous curiosity.

"I take that as a challenge!" He boomed.

"Oh, God, please smite me now," you mumbled, anxiety and rage rising.

"I just gotta figure out what you like about me and just really capitalize on it," he pondered aloud.

Well. That statement made you scoff.

"I like nothing about you," you dryly stated.

“Oh, come on!” He responds, hoping your words were of off-beat humour rather than born from frankness. Your annoyance was boiling over, unable to contain it.

“No, it’s true,” you stated with malice. “You tease me about my looks and try to make me feel pretty just to tear me down. It’s honestly sickening and, frankly, after four years, it’s kind of unoriginal, Jeongin.”

“Y/n, what?”

There was no humour in your voice in the next words you spoke, no inkling that what you said could be taken lightly. You had let yourself speak freely and felt the burn of horrid words as they dripped from your tongue.

“In fact, I would say I’d rather hate you. Extremely so.”

Silence engulfed the room. Not even the squeak of the chair as Jeongin shifted could be heard. You glanced up at the boy beside you. Jeongin was still and silent: two things he never was.

"...What?" you asked, your words met with no response but the cold echoes of the library.

“Y/n, how could you say that?” His voice almost cracked as he asked the question. You glanced up at him and caught his eyes. They were glassy, empty.

Oh no.

Oh no... that dreadful empathy inside of you made your heart ache and your stomach churn. How could you feel so horrible after saying one mean thing when he's been nothing but disrespectful to you for four years?!

"I, umm... I—I mean" you tried to defend yourself without seeming like an asshole, which was becoming increasingly difficult as your mind raced to fill the space. However, you realized you had nothing positive to say at all. “Ah, fuck it,” you whispered under your breath. “Jeongin, be serious. Why would I like anything about you when you are nothing but mean to me?"

"Mean to you?!" He spat back, breaking from his hurt trance and turning to anger, simultaneously exacerbating your rage. "When have I ever—!"

"You've been mean since the moment we met!” You shot back, “"You taunt me, tease me, and even follow me when we run into each other. It is hard enough dealing with academic stress, then I'm paired with the bully that makes my life a living hell and—"

"Bully?" He repeated with some distaste in his mouth and a saddened look on his face. "Is that what I am to you!?"

"What else would I call someone who's followed me every day for four years and has done nothing but jeer at me with his friends?! It is hard enough wanting to please everyone and excelling at school despite what I tell myself. But then I get some guy harassing me every day like it's his fucking day job. What else would I call him if not a 'bully'?! What, Jeongin, what?!"

The library walls repelled your voices again and let its old age absorb the hateful things you spat at each other. Slowly, the sound waves dissipated and silence consumed the wooden room. As the quiet settled, Jeongin let a beat pass, nothing to be said as he, too, let your words sink in.

"I... I just wanted..." His voice was hard, stern at first. Then, he sighed, cleared his throat and darted his eyes away, tone changing to a nervous and humble one. "I just… I'm sorry, y/n. Please know that, okay? I never meant for it to be like that or to go this far or even in this direction. Please know that."

The library had never seemed so unsettling to you until this moment.

Your mind dissected his words, prodding them and pulling them apart and trying to find if he was being malicious. Strangely enough, his words seemed... genuine.

Great. This meant two things: 1) that he was genuinely sorry after bullying you for four years, and 2) that, if you wanted to be the bigger person, you had to accept it. Worst of all, your brain came up with the perfect way to accept his apology and also humble yourself, and you really hated how perfect it was and how humiliating it would be. Sometimes, your really fucking hated how your brain worked.

"Innie,” you said softly, “Thank you.”

Jeongin's eyes went wide, so wide you swore they would pop out. The gasp that followed made you believe that he would consume all the air in the room.

"Say—say it again!" He stammered out excitedly.

"No," you replied as you cracked a small smile. "Take it as a peace offering. I, the person who spoke so ill of you, am extending an olive branch to you, the man who has wronged me."

"I understand so little of that metaphor but just know that I'm happy," he smiled. You rolled your eyes at his idiocy and smiled.

However, before you could conclude the discussion and finally, finally, finally, return to your book, Jeongin raised his hand in a half heart.

Hand. Jeongin's hand.

"What... what are you doing?" You mumbled out, studying his digits.

Pretty, big hand.

Fuck. Not these thoughts. Not now.

"C'mon, y/n! I'm making a heart for you to finish! As a peace offering or a tree branch or whatever you want to call it! Like this, yeah?" He demonstrated by making the shape with both hands, making a complete heart and showing it to you with a boyish grin.

Big, soft, veiny hands.

"Uh, y-yeah, Jeongin," your hand was shaking as you raised it to his own. Fuck, they were even bigger in comparison to yours.

Hands. Hold. Touch. Big and veiny and... big...God, what well is big?

That fucking part of your mind needs to shut the fuck up before you lobotomize yourself with a #2 pencil. Luckily Jeongin’s giggles as your hands briefly met to form a heart between the two of you snapped you away from such thoughts.

"Guess we're friends now, huh?" You muttered, trying to distract your perverted inner monologue.

"Aw, y/n!!!" He boyishly cheered. His impish smile was contrasted by his low chuckle. However, your own joy was challenged when Jeongin quickly interlaced your fingers in his.

Oh no.

My tiny hand in his.

"Wait, your hands are so small!"

So big... so big compared to me... so soft, so warm...

"Y-yeah, I've heard that before."

"They’re so adorable! My hands look so big compared to yours, yeah?" His other hand lightly traced your wrist before grabbing it and forcing you to spread your fingers to compare hand sizes.

So, so big. Could barely wrap my hand around him. Could barely wrap my hand around his—

“Wow you’re right,” you responded nervously.

You started to feel that strange feeling, the one you only experienced in solitude in the dead of night, not sitting across from a man who may or may not be your bully anymore and is using you like a plaything. God, why did that thought make these feelings even stronger? You crossed your legs and hoped to squash the voice in your head.

"Like woah! I knew my hands were big but this is crazy!"

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it—

"Do you have anything else that’s big that I should know about?"

...oh fuck.

This library has gone through too many auditory extremes today. You know that this has got to be the loudest goddamn silence you have ever or will ever experience in your life. Both of your eyes were wide, your stare locked in with his as you sat engulfed in shock.

For the first time today, you felt just how hot your face was.

It felt like an eternity was passing within these seconds of horrifying, dreadful awkwardness. You prayed that once you would finally blink that he just be gone. Sadly, he still sat there, face unchanging and unforgiving.

His hands still held your own.

Breaking the silence, he let out the driest of coughs.

"Well, it's—"

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered out. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's—It's no worries, truly," he stammered over. The silence came again, but less horrendous this time. Or maybe it was worse, you couldn't decide. All you noticed was the fact that his hand still hadn't left yours.

Jeongin decided to speak again, quieter this time. His eyes were wide, but glancing around frantically, trying to search for the right words. A harsh blush was forming down his ears and hard turned his honeyed skin into a scarlet red. You were strangely comforted knowing that he was just as mortified as you.

"I-It's wrong you know." He hesitated to continue. You, however, were all ears.

"Jeongin," you said slowly, "whatever do you mean?" He sighed, embarrassment consuming him.

"My friends looked it up and... apparently nose length is a more accurate measure.... but... you know..." Though you were fascinated to learn about this new little tidbit of info and that Jeongin actually knew something, you were way too focused on what he wanted to say.

"But what?" you asked in a small voice. His palm was sweating against yours as heat radiated from him.

"Well, just that.. you know... it's not like a rule. There are exceptions. It's just like a theory, yeah?" You nodded, glad to understand what he meant by that. Yet, you swore, that as he finally dropped his hand, exposing your skin to the bitter air of the dusty library, Jeongin uttered a brief "I should know." Though you wanted to poke and prod, you opted to just nod and turned with him towards the table, staring at the stack of unread books.

“Anyways…” you said, breaking the silence, “let’s get started.” Still, you couldn't help but sneak quick looks at Jeongin's face, trying to decide whether or not his nose was longer or shorter than average.

This had to be your least productive and positively worst study session ever.

"What section do I have to read again?" Jeongin asked.

Oh, thank God he said that. You much preferred harassing him about not paying attention than whatever the hell you just experienced.

"I told you," you sighed, flipping open his book and pointing at the contents. "These sections! 2 to 4! Please! Start!"

"But what if I get borreedddddd?" Jeongin groaned. There he was! There’s the annoying Jeongin you know. "I can barely see what you pointed at anyways! Can’t you just help me out?"

"Ohmygod," you muttered, tired but willing to do anything if it meant he shut up and study. "If I were to help you for a bit, do you swear to properly study and leave me alone after?"

"Pinky promise!" He smiled gleefully and stuck out his extended, large pinky finger. After staring blankly at the digit, you linked your smaller pinky around his and slung your head in defeat.

"Okay," you muttered. "Let's begin."

For a bit, this plan worked perfectly. After only 20 minutes, you read through section 2 together and helped point out the more important parts of the text. The 20 minutes were difficult, however. Being this close to him, being able to smell his cologne—which was nice and smelled expensive, contrasting his scruffiness—and brushed shoulders with him was almost too much. Wow. You really were touched starved. Nevertheless, your own lameness was virtually undetectable to you. You were more focused on how well Jeongin retained the information and how neat his words were. You guessed that his utter stupidity was most likely due to his inability to focus, which was still a struggle even as you helped him. Nevertheless, as you began section 3 and were about to return to your own work, you knew that he had already come a long—

"HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN DOING THIS?" Jeongin cried.

Ah. There he is.

"Just a little more, Jeongin, okay? Please, just be bearable. I have my own work to do," you whined, stomping your feet from exhaustion. Even when he was trying to be polite, he still knew how to get on every one of your nerves.

"Can you please just keep helping me? Just this section and then I swear you can get back to your work?" He pouted. Was... was giving you puppy dog eyes?

You sighed. Again, defeated.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, "let's start here—"

"Y/n?" He interrupted. You rolled your eyes.

"Yes?" He let your snark reply hang before smirking.

"Come closer," he nudged playfully with a smile you would almost consider flirtatious if you hadn't been constantly reminded about his disobedient behaviour for the past hour.

"Why?" You asked genuinely.

"You're squinting! You said don't read with your glasses on but it's straining your eyes! Just..." he thought for a moment, glancing around. "Ugh, whatever! Here—"

Unexpectedly, his hands found their way around your body, slinking under your legs and around your back, sliding under your thighs and brushing the exposed skin.

"Jeongin! I can just put my glasses on—" you blabbered out nervously as he continued to lift you.

"Just come here, fuck!" He shot back, finally raising you from your chair and sliding you onto his lap.

"Jeongin!" You yelped.

Normally, anytime someone picked you up made you want to scream. This, however, this made you want to die.

As if by some magical swiftness, you had now found yourself sitting on Jeongin. Well, not on him. Just between his legs. His long legs were spread out, your thick thighs barely fitting onto the chair as he caged you. And he hadn't remembered to tuck your skirt in when you sat down, so now it splayed open. It had ridden up, exposing everything but your white cotton panties, and was surely flipped onto Jeongin's pants at the back. You just prayed he couldn't see anything. However, he probably couldn't considering how close he was. Worst of all, he kept you close by resting his hands on your hips, making sure you sat still. The pads of his long fingers held your tummy softly, dipping into the fat as his thumbs rubbed slowly up your lower back.

You swore you had never felt so warm in your life. As you broke out in a sweat, you feared that his wolfishly big hands were paired with a keen sense of smell.

"There!" He giggled, resting his chin on your shoulder and leaning his head against yours, studying the book with intentness that starkly contrasted the intimacy of how he held you. "Now you can see well!"

You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to find something to say. Though his completely nonchalant demeanour was to be expected, you were still shocked but the literal position you were in. Not to mention the way his thumbs slowly drew circles on you while his hands shifted to hold your stomach. Your stomach for godsakes. How does he know exactly where to hold you to make you feel so secure and so goddamn embarrassed at the same time?! You pressed your thighs tightly together, trying to smother the weird feeling building between them that you tried so desperately to avoid. While you squished them your legs, your thighs were simultaneously crushed on either side by Jeongin's own, which were incredibly muscular: a feature you had never noticed until you were stuck between them.

"How..." you asked, "How did you do that? Aren't I heavy?"

"Am I complaining?" He asked back, a smirk in his voice. He wrapped his arms around your waist now, tugging you closer and pressing his chest fully into your back. "If you were ‘too heavy’, you wouldn't be sitting here right now, hm?”

"I-I suppose..." You start, not knowing what to say next.

"Now," he sighed with an air of exaggerated contentment, "if you want to finish this project sOooOOoo bad, then help me study!" God, how could he have you in the palm of his hand— literally— and still manage to pester you?!

"O-okay," you stuttered unsurely. "Well, let's start here and—"

"Mhm," Jeongin hummed, still massaging your fupa lightly and pressing his chest firmly against your back. You tried to burn a hole into the bookk—a feeble attempt at trying to distract yourself.

"A-as you can see," you coughed, "this section is more about analyzing the um..."—one of his hands started to rub lower—"the events t-talked about in the previous section a-and"—the other starts moving up, ghosting over your chest and playing with the top button of your shirt, leaving your tie untouched despite how you desperately wanted to loosen it—"t-trying to c-contextualize the previous section and… p-provide some background and… umm…."

"Gosh, y/n," Jeongin chuckled as his fingers rubbed the column of buttons, "I thought you were such a good student, but you seem so distracted. It's funny really."

Maybe he’s just distracted, you tell yourself, trying to reason what in the hell was going on. After all, he can barely sit still in class and often toyed with loose hems or drew on the margins of his papers. Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable to assume that he was just doing the same now: toying with your uniform as a means of distraction. He always played with you anyways, so it was safe to assume that it was some attention deficit that caused him to trifle with you. That's all it was. Or, at least, you prayed that would be the truth. As his hand fiddled with your skirt’s hemline and the other began loosening your tie, you were just hoping that this was all some absent-minded game for him. If that were the truth, then hopefully this dreadful pressure from between your thighs would disappear. It was building with every second and your panties were now so tight, so straggling, and so wet, latching onto your folds and aiding in your growing shyness.

"J-Jeongin," you began, "c-can you—"

"Innie, please, y/n," he teased in a low voice against your ear. "To you, it's Innie." Though you wanted to scream at him for uttering that petname again, you decided to push your pride aside. You needed him to stop, and you needed to utilize every tool in your arsenal to do so.

"I-innie," you stuttered out, shivering from the warmth that lingered on your ear from his breathy voice. "Can you please stop... you know... t-touching me?"

Again, Jeongin laughed. But, this time, it was drier, with less playfulness behind it and less mercy.

"Aw, y/n," he whispered into your ear, causing you to squirm a little, "I thought we were just having fun. Are you really getting all worked up over a few little touches? I thought you would like it more, you know, considering it's my big hands doing it." His last words were strongly enunciated by his hand tugging on your tie to gain access to your collar buttons. He started to play with them as you huffed, undoing them teasingly.

You were fuming at his words, knowing that: 1) he was just doing this because—at his core—Jeongin was just a fucking asshole, and 2) he was, sadly, correct. Still, you were determined to not let him know that he was right. Knowing him in the way you do, you couldn't let him take this victory

"I-is that really what this is about? Are you really hanging on to that! I had a lapse of judgment f-for one second and—" another button was undone and he began working on the next. After this next button, your bra chest would be exposed. It was only covered by an ill-fitting bra and you silently cursed your frugal self for not investing in better undergarments. Still, you continued. You had to. "I-I just fucking hate that you'd bring it up again! You just love to make fun of me d-don't you?! God, Jeongin, it is so typical of you to t-tease me like this and—Ah!"

The sound of clattering buttons across mahogany and the sudden exposure to air frightened you. Jeongin, however, didn't seem to mind.

"I told you," he stated in a voice you had never heard him use before. "It's 'Innie'. Yes?"

Clearly, he had gotten sick and tired of you talking. He just wanted you to finally be quiet, much like how you wanted him to do the same. To accomplish this, his hands found the opening of your shirt and ripped the fabric open, scattering the last of your buttons, ruffling your shirt, and exposing your chest to him. In exposing you, Jeongin gained the upper hand. It was obvious that all pride, all power you had disappeared. However, his action had also done something else: the sensation you tried so desperately to conceal was making you hopelessly needy. You unconsciously began to twist your hips, rubbing your thighs together in hopes of eliminating the feeling.

The book in front of you was long forgotten.

"Yes..." you replied back in a small voice. "Yes, Innie. S-sorry." You could almost feel Jeongin smile behind you, but, if you truly could, you didn't notice due to his hands returning to their place on your collarbone and stomach. His fingers now languidly traced your clavicle while the other massaged your tummy, fingertips slowly digging into your skirt and pulling out the parts of your shirt that were still tucked in.

"What a good baby," he chuckled, paying no mind to the nickname, though it made you redder than blood. "So fucking horny and no way to ask it. Such a fucking pervert. I bet you wanted this, didn’t you? You're even rutting back into me. Trying to get me worked up, hm?"

"No," you gasped with deep embarrassment, "never!"

"Tut tut, y/n," he tsked. "I know you're up to something."

"If anyone is up to something, it's you!" You protested. Your exclamations only made Jeongin laugh.

"Now, now," he giggled, "you wouldn't want anyone—say, a janitor or a lingering teacher—to hear us and come in? Wouldn't it be bad to see their star pupil being fondled by the school delinquent? Wouldn’t it be bad for them to notice that you liked it?"

Fuck. He knew how to shut you up. You turned your head to catch his gaze, shame and that peculiar feeling spreading all over your body into a delightful mix that only exacerbated your guilt. He knew he had you.

"That's what I thought," he laughed. "Now—"

Quickly, his hands moved toward your chest, dragged your bra down, and began to pinch your nipples, massaging your breasts and causing you to moan. Your hips increased their shallow rolls in an attempt to alleviate the pain. As you did, you felt what you could only suspect to be Jeongin's growing erection pressing into your ass. He definitely hiked up your skirt sometime before and was enjoying the sight of his clothed cock rubbing against your panty-clad behind.

"Innie! W-what are you—?"

"Oh, baby," he laughed and he rolled your buds between his fingers, making you whimper, "You say I'm distracting you from studying, but now your acting like such a little slut from only a few touches. You're so sensitive. I swear, you could be a virgin, hm?"

You dared not respond, only offering him a shy look as he continued to rub your chest.

"Oh," he giggled, "oh, of course you are. My sweet little goody-two-shoes hasn't had anyone touch her pussy yet, hm? My little virgin baby, yeah?"

"P-pussy?" you repeated, knowing that the word was dirty from the way it left a delictable taste in your mouth.

Jeongin mused, "My my, you are inexperienced." He let out a laugh that brought tears to your eyes, though it wouldn't be the first time he had made you cry. You were so frustrated and felt so strange and your panties were so wet and surely see-through and fuck! While your mind raged. Jeongin let one of his hands slip down your body and down your stomach, moving his other hand to grope the tit it had abandoned.

"Your pussy," Jeongin continued, ignoring your squirms and internal war, "is this right here."

Everything clicked as his fingers rubbed the damp white cotton into your pussy, rubbing up and down your folds with his middle and ring finger, slowly stopping to rub your clit and make your head spin. You glanced down, noticing how large his digits were and wondered how much he could stuff inside of you.

"Such an innocent fuck toy, never been used," he rambled, tongue licking the conch of your ear and making you whimper.

"J-Jeongin—I mean, Innie," you corrected. You could tell he was pleased by the way he hummed into your ears while he nibbled on the lobe, an action that should not make you want to moan as much as it should. "P-please stop touching me, it isn't appropriate.”

"But I thought I was helping you study, y/n," he pouted in a pouty tone, fingers never ceasing their motions. "Isn't this keeping me distracted? Isn't this helping you study? I need something to fiddle with, and you’re the perfect fucking stress toy for me." A particularly harsh rub into your panties and a tight grasp on your chest made you yelp. "Aren't you liking this, y/n? Liking me touching your soaking cunt? Fuck, you even soaked through your panties, how pathetic. " He spoke humorously through gritted teeth. He returned to slowly groping you, kissing down your neck loudly and rubbing his erection into your backside. You felt like you were going to explode.

"You are, aren’t you?" he panted as he rocked back and forth into you, drooling down your neck. "I thought you were a better student than this. I thought you were such a good girl who was put off by teasing. What did you call me again? A bully?" He said the word with joking vehemence; teasingly but backed by a viciousness that made you crumble. "Would a bully do nothing but defend you for four years? Would a bully beat up any fucking nerd who insulted your intelligence? Would a bully praise you and call you pretty only to be given the cold shoulder just ‘cause you didn’t believe it? Fuck, I wonder what the school board would think if they saw you like this, being fondled by a fucking bully." His words turned to mush in your head, your brain frenzying at his confession and his touches.

"Jeongin, please, I didn’t know! P-please, I just thought you didn’t l-like me, Jeongin. I thought you were m-mean and—ah!"

Your pleas were cut short as Jeongin stood up and shoved you forward, bending you over the table as his chair loudly scraped. He ripped—literally, ripped off your shirt at the seams, the sound filling the room along with your cries, with your bra being pulled off next. You were left in nothing but your shirt and tie: Jeongin wanted you to be at least a little dressed up for him when he claimed you. He grabbed your hair by the root and pulled your head up, making you release a sound that was a mixture of a cry and moan. The pain was unbearable, but the suffering mostly came from the absence of Jeongin's hands on you. At this point, you had realized that this feeling was some disgusting, perverted form of horniness directed at a man you hated. It made you feel dirty and desperate. But, most importantly, it made you feel in dire need of relief.

"I told you, y/n," Jeongin growled in that angry voice which didn't suit your impression of him, "that isn't my name." He released your hair and let your head fall to the table.

"I'm—I'm sorry," you begged as he moved the discarded books out from under you and threw them off the table. "P-please don't do anything mean!"

Funny. It was really funny to see you beg for him. It made him chuckle dryly before he hung himself over your back, once again pressing his chest into you—which you could feel was bare, meaning he must’ve removed it in the midst of things, leaving him in only his sweats.

"Oh, my innocent little baby," Jeongin panted into your ear, "you will be sorry." Jeongin's playful and perverted voice was matched by his hands slowly tugging down your panties, an action that caused you to chant a mantra of "no's" as your pussy was exposed to the cold air. Eventually, he had gotten impatient and tore the fabric up, an act that made tears fall from your eyes.

"Aw, don't worry, y/n," Jeongin humoured after seeing your lip tremble when he returned on top of you, caging you in and rubbing his clothed cock into your exposed cunt. "I'll take such good care of you after you learn a little lesson, yeah? Don't you just love to learn knew things, you fucking inexperienced little know-it-all?" You squirmed under him, begging for more and praying that he would give it to you. Yet, it seemed that patience offered itself to Jeongin when it pleased, and now he seemed to have all the time in the world.

Slowly, he rose his body from yours and rested his hands on your ass, rubbing the flimsy skirt and toying with your fat.

"Such a dumb fucking little virgin," he groaned as he let your pussy dampen the front of his sweats, pressing his throbbing dick into your needy cunt and making you whine. "Needs to learn a lesson."

Swiftly, his hand pulled away and slapped your ass.

"Innie!" You cried from the feeling, tears continuing to fall as his hand reached up and spanked you again, filling the library with lewd sounds to accompany your moans and his grunts.

"Say my fucking name again," he whispered with venom as he continued to spank you, enjoying how your ass reddened with each hit.

"Innie, Innie! Please stop!" You sobbed, making him laugh.

"Just—a few—more," he stated, marking every few words with a repeated spank. His other hand toyed with your ass, enjoying the softness and how your untouched flesh contrasted the growing blush on the other cheek.

"Y-yes—fuck! Yes, Innie!" You whimpered.

"God, such a fast learner," he grunted, continuing. "Aren't I helping you study, now? What if I helped you study every day, yeah? Licked your little cunt every time you got an answer right and then spanked you when you get one wrong? Maybe that'll help with your studying. Do you want a study buddy, y/n? Hm? Do you?"

"Yes, fuck I do!" You sniffled in defeat. "Only Innie, only Innie can teach me. Please!"

Finally, after a loud and particularly harsh spank from Jeongin accompanied by a satisfied grunt, he decided that your study session was over. He settled his large hand on your ass and rubbed the scarlet skin to try and coax you back down. Your back rose and fell while your knees buckled from the torture he had just put you through. You let out a sharp hiss and every time Jeongin's hand lovingly fondled the abused flesh. Jeongin, however, was beyond elated and relished your pain. In another demonstration of his strength, he flipped your body over like a ragdoll and pushed you onto the table so your legs hung over the edge. He then slotted himself between his legs and greeted your puffy face with a broad grin.

"Such a good little student for Innie," he teased. Pushing into you further, he let his cock press against your soaking cunt and further drench his sweatpants in your juices. The warmth of your bares chests pressing together made you smile while the squish of your breasts made Jeongin rejoice in being able to indulge in the plumpness of your body. He placed a layer of kisses from your forehead down your face, licking away your tears and shushing your sniffles.

"Did I do good?" You sniffled. Jeongin held his body over yours, blocking the light above with his broad, bare shoulders. He looked down at you with a mixture of emotions behind his eyes which were hard to discern, but were surely good-natured, regardless of his previous actions.

"Of course, y/n," he hummed, "so good." He let his hands roam up and down your bare thighs to reassure you, coaxing a smile out of you.

"Really?" You asked with a lightness you didn't expect as you reached up to cradle his face

"Absolutely," he chuckled while only moving to lay his hand over yours. He leaned down again and resumed his trail of kisses down your neck towards your chest. Your hands helped pull him down to you. You played with his thick locks before trailing your fingers down his back muscles.

"Such—a—smart—and—pretty—girl,” Jeongin cooed between every kiss to your chest. Each kiss between his words only increased your sense of pride and the neediness between your legs. The feelings only worsened when Jeongin finally attached his mouth to your nipple while he groped the other, suckling on you with a ferocity you didn't expect.

"F-fuck," you mewled as spit trickled down your chest.

"Are you ready to continue our lesson?" Jeongin asked while moving to suck on your other breast.

"Yes, Innie" you purred as you arched your back to meet his mouth. “Always ready for you.”

He chuckled and continued to satisfy you a bit longer, caught up in your moans and almost forgetting the pain of his erection as it desperately kneaded your cunt. Despite your small protests, he finally pulled himself away. Smiling at your pouty expression, he sauntered backward and stared at your limp body before speaking.

"Stand up."

It was embarrassing how fast you rose to the ground. You were only focused on following his orders, obeying him, needing more and fearing that you would get nothing if you were disobedient. You barely even noticed how naked you were until you felt the cool air meet your spit-covered tits. Yet, when you moved to cover yourself, you stopped when Jeongin gave a look that said “I am not afraid to bend you over my lap and spank you again.” He smiled when you let your arms drop to your sides.

"She's such a good girl," he muttered aloud, reaching out to pull you forward by your tie. Your eyes were only on him and his sweat-covered chest and dishevelled hair and raw lips that kissed your body so perfectly.

He let his thumb slide up your jaw as he tugged you to him, hand sliding up your cheek and holding your face before tilting your head up. Then, as if the punishment didn’t happen, as if this annoying study session didn’t happen, as if these past four years were just a fever dream that you had finally awakened from, he leaned down and captured your lips in his. He kissed you—truly kissed you—for the first time, but, surely, hopefully not the last time.

When he finally broke away, he studied your soft eyes and offered a small kiss to your forehead, as if he were sealing you as his and promising that "Yes, I am sorry for the way things were. I'm sorry that what began as meaningless teasing just for fun turned into a fucked up crush. I am sorry that I haven't told you until now. I'm sorry that I'm such a fucking perverted loser that I couldn't just tell the beautiful girl that I had a crush on for four years that I liked her. I'm sorry that it took four years just to kiss you. I’m sorry I kissed you under such circumstances. Just know that I want you. I want you, so deeply and so passionately, so please just drop to your knees and fucking suck my cock and let me kiss you and fuck you and hold you and let me be yours and you mine." Instead of speaking the words he wished, he simply changed his stare and licked his lips, catching the lingering taste of you on them.

"Wanna learn something new?" He asked rhetorically, thumb gliding on your lower lip. You didn't even respond to him. Not a nod or a hum. You simply just allowed your mouth to open and have his thumb slip in, immediately rubbing the digit with your tongue and soaking it in spit. You didn’t want to respond or even acknowledge the act, not when you waited four goddamn years to suck his fingers.

"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" Jeongin mused. "I think you can assume what I want you to do." In response, you just gave your head a slight shake, still warming his thumb with your tongue.

"Really?" He asked in a mocking voice that made you wildly embarrassed and red. "You really are just a dumb little toy waiting to be used. Such an eager baby that wants to learn, yeah?" This time, you gave him a slight nod. Your hand traced his abs and stroked each line, unsure of what to do but unable to remain still.

"Okay then. Guess I’ll have to give my baby step-by-step instructions, yeah?" he sighed. "Get on your knees."

Needless to say, you were shocked by the request. Though you were glass-eyed at this moment and almost choking on just the length of his thumb alone, you still had a working mind; one that was not distracted by Jeongin's eagerness pressing into your lower abdomen or how he looked at you or how much he wanted you or how fucking good his chest felt or how he shivered when your hand traced over his nipples. Despite all of this, you still had a conscience, and it told you to leave. It told you that this was an embarrassing turn of events that could only end badly and that you should run away, leaving him with his cock still hard and unsatisfied, then report him to the principal for bullying or public indecency or something! You knew that you should go.

Instead, you simply sank to your knees. You still suckled on Jeongin's thumb while he shakily exhaled a chorus of "you're such a good girl, such a good student, so smart, so sweet, so soft". Your hands trickled down his abs before rubbing the soft fabric of his sweatpants that you wanted so desperately to be removed. They hung off him proudly and lowly, kept up only by a measly tied knot and displaying his adonis belt that drew your eye line downwards. When you finally settled on your knees, your fingers and eyes traced down these lines and fiddled with the top of his sweatpants. Your fingers then traced lower until your hand palmed his heavy erection, unsure of what to do as you massaged the length. He was so stiff and long and big and—

Oh. He was big. Even in your inexperience, you knew it. It must have been a good few inches above average. You gulped at his size, in awe of his length that he was done so well to hide.

"Remember what you said earlier?" He asked, removing his thumb from your pop mouth so he could cup your jaw. He tried to tilt your head up, but it was too difficult with your eyes fixated on the heavy, large bulge that protruded from his pants.

"C'mon baby, remember what you said? Use your big girl memory and tell me," he cooed. Your hands rubbed up and down his thighs while your hips rutted against nothing, the pressure between them building exponentially due to neglect. He tilted your head again, meeting your big doe eyes and forcing your focus away from his strained hard-on.

"Innie," you choked out, fingers teasing the hem of his pants. "Hands... so big... so you must be..." He let you trail off and allowed your faze to return to his pants as they transfixed on the prominent outline of his cock and the stain on the fabric right at his tip.

"That stupid fucking theory about noses being indicators of size," he continued with a smile on his face, "is just that: a stupid fucking theory."

As if answering your prayers, he used his spare hand to slip the knot off. Then, with a small tug, he slowly lowered his pants enough, just enough to let his cock slip out. In turn, you were blessed with the picture-perfect image of his cock.

"Don't I prove that what you say about big hands is true, y/n?"

You just gave him a dumb nod, too needy to formulate proper words. However, he didn't need you to speak: he knew he was correct.

You always had a thing for his hands, but they were nothing compared to his cock. But together, when his large hands held his immaculately big, veiny, pulsing dick made your mouth water and dribble fall down your lips. His tip was red and leaking precum, begging to be touched or fucked or given some goddamn attention. He offered himself a few pumps, hissing as his heavy erection dripped fluids that you tried to catch desperately on your tongue. It wasn't enough. You needed more.

"Innie," you mewled, catching his attention.

"Y/n," he gasped as he stared down at your teary-eyed expression that was so cute and obviously needed to be rewarded.

"Please," you mumbled with embarrassment, "teach me." Your hand then went overtop of his and tightened around it, subsequently tightening the grip on his dick and making him moan a little louder than what he was comfortable with.

"Y/n, f-fuck," he whimpered as he pinched his eyes. With your eyes still transfixed on his hot tip, you pulled his hand off his cock and allowed both of your hands to hold him, heat radiating off of his length and precum coating your hands until they were glossy. You pumped it slowly, just as he did, mimicking the motion and unknowingly teasing him more than he would like.

"B-baby, please just suck it," he panted. You glanced up at him again and felt the drool pooling out of your mouth and collecting on your tongue. Then, with great hesitation, you pressed your tongue against him and licked up his slit, causing Jeongin to release a shaky grown that was soaked in pleasure.

"J-just like that—fuck!"

Your hands kept a steady pace while stuck your tongue out, giving him persistent and repeated licks. Each time you re-coated his cockhead in slobber and coaxed more profanities out of him. Still, you maintained a steady pace and dared not to increase your speed. You wanted to hear him beg and cry and whine like this forever.

"Fuck, y/n, take more of it in your mouth," he begged as his hands rested on your head and tangled in your hair. Yet, due to your dumb state and how good he sounded, you struggled to obey him

"Oh, right," he panted out, "you need to be shown how to do everything. My baby is just a little dumb student who needs to be taught. She needs to learn how to suck Innie’s cock like a good girl, right Y/n?" You simply hummed in response, continuing to pump and milk him. Jeognin’s hand found stability on the back of your head and balled your hair once again. The pull made you moan and the strain burned just as delectable as it did before.

"Now, open your mouth wide," he chuckled. You obeyed him like the dumb fucking slut you were and allowed your jaw to go slack, still rubbing your tongue on the underside of his tip and making him swallow back a moan.

"Good," he praised in a strained voice. "Now, take it." Suddenly, he pushed your head forward and forced your mouth to take his cock, gagging on his girth and soaking him in warmth. The intrusion made you hum loudly and for you to tighten your grip on his pulsing length Jeongin, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to your teary-eyed gags and continued to shove himself into you, inch by inch.

"G-good job," he whimpered in a low voice that he hoped he couldn't hear, "so warm." Though you could barely breathe and your mind was shocked by the act, you still felt yourself dripping onto the hardwood floor below you. Despite your confusion, your tongue and hands seemed to know what to do. As you gagged on him, the wet muscle rubbed up and down on any part of his cock it could reach while your hands pumped what your throat couldn't take.

"J-just like that," Jeongin hummed. He pulled your head back then and allowed you to take a deep breath in before pushing you down again. Shallow thrusts allowed him to push deeper into you and fluids to leak from your mouth onto the floor below you. Lewd, wet sound accompanied your gags, making Jeongin beyond elated.

"Y-You're the best student, y/n," he hoarsely whispered. "So smart and you've learned to let me fuck your mouth so easily. Such a fast learner, such a g-good, good girl for her Innie, yeah?" You could do little but hum along.

"Aw, does my baby want to breathe?" He asks through pants, to which you replied with an eager hum. He pulled you off his cock and you immediately gasped for air, hands leaving him to wipe the drool off your face and dry your tears.

"Better?" He asked, a mixture of sincerity and domineering sadism coating his voice.

"Y-yes, Innie," you responded feebly. He smiled at your answer.

"Good." He then changed his expression to a stern look and released your hair, letting you settle on your knees and take a few deep breaths.

"Next step," he began as he lifted his cock up and harshly grabbed your wrist to hold it up yourself. After placing the heavy cock in your hand, Jeongin then grabbed the other hand and forced you to cup his balls, unchanging in his expression or demeanour. He stared into you and you stared into him. He tutted and cooed at your expression which eagerly awaited instruction, begging to know what to do.

"Suck them. Now."

The order was processed in your head and left you spinning. Yet, you immediately obliged. After all, you didn't want to disappoint Jeongin. He thought you were a fast learner and he wanted to train his stupid slut as best he could. If you wanted him to be proud of you, then you had to prove him right. As such, your tongue left quick kitten licks his balls and the underside of his cock. Jeongin, through whines and moans, began to pet your head and encouraged you, s if he was begging instead of trying to dominate you.

"N-now," he stuttered out, "Pump me, fuck my cock with your hand, y/n." Your hand picked up a fast pace that glided over his slick cock and only deepened the desperation in Jeongin's voice.

"Shit.” He gaped at how well you did it, how well you obeyed him. You even began to take control, going back to suck his tip while your hands fondled the parts your mouth couldn't satisfy.

"M-missed the taste of my cock yeah? Missed how my pre-cum tasted on your tongue?" He rambled as you pumped him eagerly and sucked harshly. Sweat dripped down his forehead and a blush spread down his chest from you. He couldn't help but speak when he got like this: he praised everything you did and began to tell you everything he wished to say.

"Oh, y/n, I w-wished you knew why I teased you," he confessed through pants, "I wished you realized how much I like to annoy you, to get your attention, to tease you—mmh, fuck! All my friends know why I do it... every day they ask why I don't just go up to you and tell you why. But I could never seem to." Your mouth parted from his tip, your hand quickly replacing it, so you could properly look at the man who towered over you.

"Why... why didn't you do it, Innie?" you asked, voice still hoarse from when he made you take his cock.

"Because," he gasped out as he tried to steady himself. "Because... I like to tease you, to make you notice me. I just w-want you to notice me, you sweet thing, and take care of me like you are now. And you know what? I think that—f-fuck—I think you like it when I tease you, too." He was not wrong, and the ruined floor with the clothes and books on it was evidence. But, you also knew that he was right because here you were, sucking his cock and balls and choking on it with the greatest pleasure. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You wanted him to do things to you that you were too embarrassed to think about even in solitude.

You impatiently returned to his length, each lap of your tongue and stroke of your hand making his moans louder.

"Y/n," he groaned. "Y/n, y/n, y/n—" His voice got quicker as your motions increased in speed and determination. "Fuck d-don't stop, such a good girl! Perfect fucking mouth for me, perfect, so smart, such a tease—god!"

Suddenly, his hand pushed your head and his cock was shoved down your throat, mouth hugging him as his hips made shallow thrusts into you and gags erupted from your stuffed throat.

"Y/n, y/n, baby, y/n, swallow, swallow, please—" his chants were high pitched as he continued to rutt into your mouth, "—so tight so warm, I— I—I can't—hmph!" Jeongin pressed himself into you as far as he could while his hips twitched, causing you to choke but not dare pull away, not now, not when you were doing such a good job. Your mouth—reddened and swore from Jeogin's abuse—now leaked his cum that couldn't be swallowed.

"That—that, I—" Jeongin stammered unintelligibly. Ever the gentleman, Jeongin pulled you off his cock and watched the remaining liquid gush from your mouth. The cum trickled onto your tits and worn tie, making you squirm and for Jeongin to take a shaky breath.

"So, so precious," he muttered through exhausted pants. You stared up at him, coughing from the misuse of your throat and the need for air. Still, you felt strange: needy, unsatisfied, like you needed the same release Jeongin did.

"Innie, I need—"

"Please, rest, baby," he cooed, stroking your hair absent-mindedly as his still-hard cock pathetically dribbled out cum. You licked your lips at the sight: the taste of his juices still lingered on your mouth.

"No, no, I..." You pawed at his hands and gripped his wrists lightly. The act took him out of his trance and look down at you. You were sleeked in sweat and cum, your thighs were pressed together tightly and coated in slick. You bounced with impatience, wanting more and more and not knowing how to ask for it. However, Jeongin may be stupid and a jerk, but even he slowly pieced together what you wanted.

"Y/n, you—"

"Innie," you urged as you started to pull him down towards you. As you pulled him lower, you laid on your back, bringing him down with you. "Innie, please."

"Y/n, you should rest—" Jeongin tried to argue while he sank to his knees and placed his palm on the floor to steady himself.

"No." When he tried to argue again, you placed your mouth on his and pulled him fully on top of you on the library floor. When your lips finally parted, Jeongin stared at you with hopeful eyes.

"Please," you sobbed. You grasped one of his hands and slowly guided it down between your bodies, rutting against it as soon as it was close enough to your cunt. "Innie, please make it go away."

Jeongin smiled. Who was he to say no to you?

His hand immediately found your clit and began rubbing tight circles on it, making you writhe and whimper.

"F-Fuck, it feels so good," you mewled. Your pussy was gushing from the contact and it only became wetter when Jeongin licked his cum off of your chest. Bite marks and bruised skin were left behind in their stead, eager lips nipping at untouched skin. Though you hated being marked up and worried that it would show, you couldn't protest. Not when it felt this good, not when he was doing it.

Jeongin relished touching you, as well. He rubbed his cock onto your thigh while whimpering into each kiss. It was as if kissing you brought him to life, as if all of those years of teasing and picking on you had been worth it because he could fucking finally express his passion for you in a way that satisfied you both. Ever since he first saw you in the tight, ill-fitting uniform, he knew he wanted to be yours. Soon that feeling developed into the perverted dire need to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you from behind. Now, as he was kissing down your chest, and fingered your perfect, tight hole, he knew he was so close to what he wanted.

"Fuck, I," he gasped out between kisses, "I can't." Unexpectedly, he sat up and fully slotted himself between your legs. Before you could protest, however, you found your knees pressed to your chest, your skirt bunched around your waist, and Jeongin was rubbing his cock through your folds.

"Jeongin!" You yelped.

"J-just the tip," he whined. "Innie is gonna put just the tip in and then he is gonna take such good care of you. He just needs the tip, just a little bit, just needs to feel his precious little baby, just needs the tip just—hmph! Fuck! Y/n, baby, t-take it."

Even if it was just his tip, you knew you were too tight for him. Just his cockhead alone was stretching you out. But, the pain, just like how he pulled your hair or spanked your ass or choked you, was amazing. Though you protested, it was all just for show: to rile him up or to maintain some semblance of propriety. Truly, you never wanted him to stop.

"I-Innie! It's too big! I can't— I can't it's too big— fuck!" You stammered as continued to push himself into you, filling you with more than he had promised. Your voice made him whine and push his face into the nape of your neck. Immediately, he began to nip and kiss your neck in a feeble attempt to control himself. Yet, as he plugged you, he knew that he couldn't resist. You just felt too good, too sweet, too soft, too warm, too wet, and too perfect to just put his tip in. With every shaky breath, he tried to control himself, but he just couldn't. After only a few seconds, he began to stuff you full.

"Innie! What are you—"

"It's j-just the tip, just a little more." His muffled stutters vibrated against your skin, "I just n-need you, just need my g-good little baby to fuck this cock and be good for Innie and take what I give her. Let me fuck your perfect cunt and fill your pussy with my cum. You'd like that, to be filled with my c-cum?" Jeongin was almost fully inside of you and viciously rubbed your clit with every centimetre. You had never felt so full in your life.

"C-cum, Innie's cum?" You repeated naively.

"Yeah, just my cum. Only mine, only Innie's. You're m-mine, just mine only I get to fill this with my cum. Yeah?" He rose and looked down at you, lips ghosting over yours. As he stared down at you, it was hard to pinpoint what he felt. Sure, there was the deliciousness of corrupting your naivety, being the first one to fuck your cunt, and how every inch that entered you made you moan louder and with more desperation. However, at that moment, as he glanced down into your eyes which were always so sweet, he was overcome by the dire need to protect you. He wanted nothing more than to love you and have you as his, more than he'd ever wanted before. His cock eased into you, your breasts were covered in his slobber, you had swallowed his cum, his dick was twitching from overstimulation, and all he could think of was how lovely you looked.

"Yes," you sniffled, "only for you, Jeongin, my Innie."

"Oh, y/n," he panted. His lips captured yours and kissed them softly, contrasting the quick friction against your clit and the stretch of your cunt accommodating his cock.

Then he pushed himself into you, impatience getting the best of him.

"Fuck!" You both whined at the same time: Jeongin from the feeling of your tight cunt hugging him so well, and you from how you were filled to the brim with him. His hands moved to your inner thighs, spreading them to allow himself to rest between them and hug his waist. He eagerly gripped the soft flesh to try and control himself. Softly, his thumbs rubbed your skin and he let out strained moans. Your eyes were pinched shut and, with your legs free, you wrapped them around his torso and pulled him into you. As you did, he pushed a little deeper, only a little, but you rejoiced in the sensation. You feared that if pulled out of you, you would crumble. It was all too much too soon, too fast and too good to let it end too quickly. Clawing at his back with tears streaming down your cheeks, each breath brought you closer to him.

"It's too much... Innie I-I can't I—"

"Please, please, y/n." The desperation in his voice made your eyes open and stare at him. His face had reburied in your chest and it took everything in him to look up at you. As soon as you saw the look on his face, you knew that it was too much for him too.

"Let me make you f-feel good," he panted as he pressed his forehead into yours, "j-just a little, just take it, p-please." He didn't wait for your response as he pulled out a little, clamping his eyes shut from the feeling of dragging his cock out of you and hissing to refrain from immediately pounding back into you.

"Shit, it f-feels so good," you sniffled as he eased back in.

"Yeah? I told you. S-such a d-dumb baby, so dumb for my cock." His voice made you whine and your hands go up to knot themselves in his hair, pulling it slowly as his hips found a peaceful rhythm that contradicted the merciless lust it made you feel.

"So dumb," you mindlessly repeated, "such a s-stupid fucking baby for Innie." Your words hitched as he made a particularly harsh thrust into you.

"Innie,” you asked in a small voice, “d-do you like it when I say that?"

Jeongin panted, trying to control himself, "Y/n, I—"

"You like to know I'm dumb, yeah? My stupid little pussy n-not know how to handle your big, veiny fucking c-cock?"

"Fuck, please, don't edge me," he strained through gritted teeth and with fingers dinging harshly into your thighs.

"T-teach me, teach me to how to fuck your cock."

He didn't intend to pick up the pace as quickly as he did. Nor did he mean to make his thrusts so harsh with such a lack of control that you moaned with each push and pull of his heavy dick. But, when it came to you, he couldn't control himself.

"I'm—gonna—fill—you—with—my—cum," he growled as he pistoned into you. His hands moved to your outer thighs, occasionally spanking them and enjoying each jiggle of fat with every thrust into you.

"Fuck, slow—please s-slow down," you sobbed as your tits dragged across his chest, your overly sensitive nipples. Jeongin, however, just chuckled, his laughs dying out quickly as they were replaced by quick breaths. His eyes became dark again and his grip on you tightened, sweat mixing with your own as precum made a white ring around his cock.

"Just know that it's gonna spill out of you, that I'm g-gonna fill you up every day and keep you stuffed with it," he whimpered as his hips rolled faster, making his eyes pinch shut. "So warm inside of you, leaking out and just waiting for me to stuff it all back in and cum again and again and again and again."

"Innie, it's too much, " you responded dumbly. Jeongin didn't care. He just loved to hear his petname come out in little whimpers. His eyes opened again slowly, taking you in. Fuck, you looked so cute and fucked out, so close yet still begging for more.

"What's my name? Say it," he demanded with a stern glare.

"I-Innie..."

"Say it again—fuck, say it again, baby," he gasped.

"Innie!" You responded on command, like a dog being asked to bark.

"F-fuck, please, y/n, one more time just once more please!" He panted as his cock dragged and drove into you at an unforgiven pace.

"Innie, Innie fuck me, please baby, Innie, fuck!" You whimpered

"Fuck, it makes you blush. Getting all embarrassed and flustered... I make you blush, huh? My pretty baby, my innocent y/n, so cute—shit!" Jeongin's voice suddenly caught in his throat as he felt you tighten around him. While his veiny cock pulsed with each thrust, your warm cunt throbbed as you felt that strange feeling build and build inside of you. One of his hands moved back to your neglected clit and started to circle it quickly, making you pant like the needy bitch you were.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—ah! Y/n, baby, s-stop clenching or I'll—I'll—"

"Innie," you sniffled softly, your voice soaked in desperation. "P-please, make me cum. P-please, for me? Please!" You couldn't believe the words that left your mouth. Neither did Jeongin.

"Y/n, I'm—fuck—I'm gonna—" his thrusts became sloppy and your jaw went slack as you felt lust building to an inordinate degree.

"I'm gonna— Innie— fuck!"

"Y/n, my baby, my sweet b-baby I— cum, cum!"

"Innie!"

Your cunt began to pulsate and your back arched. The feeling was unimaginable, like nothing you could ever describe. It came over you quickly and suddenly, in a tremendous wave that you wish would last forever. Jeongin, in a brief moment of clarity, pulled out of you and rubbed his soaking cock quickly, letting out occasional and short grunts as he fucked his hand. Then, his hips stilled and cum began to spill out of his tip, coating your stomach and cunt in his cum. Yet, you hardly noticed: you were too-fucked out to care.

Riding your orgasm, you sank to the floor and Jeongin collapsed on top of you. Both of you took deep breaths and he dropped his head against yours, eyes shut in ecstasy. His hands lazily dragged up your body before resting on your face. He pet the sides of your jaw and drew your eyes open to meet his. Seeing your eyes was like seeing a home dock in a storm. He pressed his lips into yours and stole your breath away again.

The kiss—unlike the moments leading up to it—was slow, soft. It took its time and ended only when you two were satisfied. After being brought down to reality, Jeongin pulled away and brushed some hair out of your face.

"Y/n," he softly said.

"Jeongin, Innie," you said back, twirling with his sweaty locks and massaging the nape of his neck.

"We..." he panted out before taking a look around, "We gotta clean this place up and get the fuck out of here."

You stared at him in awe before cracking a smile.

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You felt weird walking in with Jeongin and his gang on Tuesday. Gang? Maybe like "gaggle of friends that constantly annoy you but you are now stuck with and quickly learning to love." Needless to say, it felt like all eyes were on you. Actually, it was true. Teachers, students, faculty, everyone: no one could believe that the top student was now walking hand-in-hand with someone who held the reputation for being the school's worst student.

Despite being an outspoken and confirmed hater of Yang Jeongin, here you were: walking in next to him, with his arm slung around you, and blushing at his cute jokes. God, when did Jeongin become cute?! What a horrid thing to think, let alone believe. Yet, you knew it. He was cute. And now, the whole school knew that you thought so. Or, at least, that's what your giggles insinuated.

Maybe you always thought he was cute and now you allowed yourself to believe it, like those intrusive thoughts were actually right all along, and, yes, you did actually think he was incredibly sweet and handsome, and likely the best boyfriend. It's only been four days but he already has promised to walk you to and from school every day and has dates pre-planned with you up until graduation. He hasn't told you about the latter part yet, but he will soon enough. He just needs to wait until you're a little more comfortable with him before he confesses how much he absolutely adores you.

Being an "it" couple was not on your goal list for high school. Come to think of it, being stared at when you walk with your boyfriend and losing your virginity to him a mere four days before in the school library was not on the list either. Oh, how plans change. Somehow, however, you didn't mind the stares. Though most were shocked at how Jeongin had bagged the school's nerdiest (and hottest) girl, how that girl—who hated the man—now gleamed at him with adoration, and how they ever managed to get together in the first place, the most shocking element was the fact that your uniform was not up to code. Every day for the past few years, you were a picture-perfect student with pressed dress shirts, even ties, and cleanly pleated skirts. Now, your tie was loose and you were even wearing a hoodie—fuck, his, hoodie?! Jesus.

As you walked to class, you couldn't care less. Jeongin escorted you to first period, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek and almost smiling at how cute you looked all wrapped in his hoodie. Your fellow students—hell, even the teacher—seemed bewildered by the interaction.

You, however, barely acknowledged them. You just noticed the man in front of you in a light that was so starkly different from the past four years.

"Got everything, yeah?" He said with a straight face.

"Yes, Innie," you smiled, making him glance away.

"I told you—" he started in a voice that was a little too loud, making him dart around to see if anyone was looking his way. And, of course, everyone was looking at you two because how could they not? The eyes on him made him uneasy, but when he turned back to you, all those uncomfortable feelings disappeared into nothing. He licked his lips anxiously and leaned in, adopting a hushed voice to try and retain a morsel of privacy. "I told you not to call me that in public, baby," he blubbered, "it ruins my image. Please, baby."

God, was he blushing? Fuck, he was perfect.

"Okay, Innie," you teased, making him ever redder. You stressed his nickname and relished in his embarrassed demeanour.

Huh. Maybe Jeongin had been right all along: teasing was fun, especially if it was done on the person you liked the most.

"Promise me you'll go to class, okay? I'll see you in last period, then we'll keep working on the project," you said.

"Ugghhghhhhh.." he groaned with a long-winded exasperation. "UGH... Okay."

"Great!" You smiled mischievously, "And we'll actually have to work on it. Unlike all those other times we... 'worked on the project' together this weekend."

"Y/n." His blush grew from his ears down his neck, still unable to make eye contact with you. You'd think that years of teasing you made him impervious to sly remarks, but when they're coming from you, well that's a different story.

"Why are you acting like this?! It was your fault in the first place!" You huffed with an air of playfulness. "I just wanna remind you that we won't be alone in the library this time!"

"Just... g-get to class, okay?" He stuttered, "I'll see you later, baby." Extending his hand out in a half-heart shape, you completed it with a giggle, adoring how small your hands were compared to your boyfriend’s. Then, Jeongin softly wrapped his hand around yours and pulled you in, offering you a kiss to your forehead. When he pulled away, he readjusted your glasses as they had slipped down your nose bridge.

"Perfect," he said with a small voice. With a final giggle from you, he watched you go into class.

Now there was the issue of what to do with his day. Normally, he'd spend first period smoking outside with his friends, wait until second period for the cafeteria to start serving pizza, go to third just to eat, then go to fourth period just to see you.

Now.. fuck. He was actually going to class. He hated how you were already having an effect on his lifestyle, but rejoiced that you operated in a position that dictated his life. If he was to be controlled, he would want you to be the one pulling the strings. Jeongin seemed to see you for who you really were: determined, intelligent, and perfect to coddle. Looking at you even had an effect on him, one that he could now proudly display instead of hiding behind bullying and teasing (not to say he’ll stop teasing you anytime soon).

As he slung himself into his assigned seat for first period, his surprise was mirrored on the teacher's face. God. Despite having only a few days passed since you two got together, you were already changing him to a noticeable degree. Yet, it was for the better. And he smiled knowing that if he was changing, that it was for good and that it was for you.

#jeongin smut #I.n. smut #yang jeongin smut #yang jeong x reader #jeongin x plus size reader #jeongin x y/n #i.n. x reader #stray kids smut #skz smut

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causeilikelix · 11 months

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Stray Kids Soulmate Smut Au Series

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I have no posting schedule at the moment, all I know is that I'll be writing Felix's last because I know myself and I'll get carried away.

Synopsis under the cut:

In the magical world of soulmates, you can begin looking for them when you turn 21. Once you touch them, the overwhelming urge to consummate the union takes over you until you fulfill the desire.

Bang Chan (18+)

Bodyguard x bratty, younger ward au

Chan is your bodyguard who is determined to keep you out of trouble and protect you from those who want to use you to get to your rich and powerful father. The only problem? Trouble is your middle name. Going out to clubs and getting random guys to grind up on you is one of your favorite pastimes and Chan has to go along with it. You love how he gets gruff and protective when other people put their hands on you. With your 21st birthday creeping up on you, these outings get more dangerous since anyone could be your soulmate. On the fateful night of your 21st birthday, you go out to dance and when you dance with the wrong person, Chan isn’t so sure he can keep his hands off you much longer.

Minho (18+)

Prince x Maid, Bridgerton era au

Part One:

Everyone in the ton is invited to the final tea party before the Queen announces who will be the lucky lady betrothed to Prince Minho. Everyone except the help, of course. It is the final opportunity for eligible ladies of age to meet with the prince to determine if they are soulmates. The lady you work for has managed to get you into the tea because she’s not interested in the prince and would rather spend time with you. Bored, you wander around the gardens and you run into a young man who also seems to want to escape. After some banter, you touch accidentally and you realize this man is your soulmate. Once you consummate the union, you have to rush away to find your lady in time for the introduction of the prince, only to find out that you just fucked him behind a hedge. And how he can’t take his eyes off you.

How will you survive if he’s supposed to marry someone else?

Part Two:

Prince x betrothed sister, 40s Italy, past lives au

You are a noble lady who is not quite ready to enter society, being just under 21. Your older sister, however, is out and your family is in talks with the royal family to betrothe her to the prince if they cannot find his soulmate by the final masquerade ball of the summer. Luckily, you have no interest in marriage or soulmates, mostly because you think you’ve found yours already.

In a lonely bookshop that very few frequent, you’ve been sharing secret notes with another reader of your favorite poetry book. You can’t remember how it began, but all you know is that you have been corresponding anonymously with someone through notes hidden in books and you may be falling in love. Your multiple attempts to discover the identity of the person have all failed. Including promising to be at the bookstore on your birthday instead of at the ball.

On the night of the masquerade and your 21st birthday, your sister discovers her soulmate in someone else and begs you to take her place. You’re torn but ultimately agree. You dress up in your sister's gown, don your mask, and attend. While you’re there, you see Prince Minho mingling with other guests and when you lock eyes you get the sinking suspicion that you’ve met him before…

Changbin (18+)

Brothers best friend x reader college au

Your older brother, Chan, and your neighbor, Changbin, have been best friends since they were kids. You were just Chan’s little sister for years so you thought that Changbin would never look at you twice, which made your crush on him that much more difficult. Especially since you eventually developed a friendship with the three of you. Halfway through high school, your family moved away for your dad’s job but you went back to college in your hometown.

Low and behold, you run into Changbin again and your friendship picks up right where it left off. The two of you reminisce and he invites you to his place to play Mario Kart and watch Jurassic Park, just like old times. The entire time you’re at his apartment Changbin is nervous around you and you wonder why until you beat him at Mario Kart and tackle him in victory.

Changbin finds himself torn… between his soulmate and his best friend.

Hyunjin (18+)

Rich CEO x Assistant reader au

You and your boss have been exceedingly careful. Hwang Hyunjin is rich and successful and gorgeous and every single woman in his company envies your position, allowing you to be close to such an immaculate being. You, however, find it very stressful. Since you’re both successful adults who haven’t yet found your soulmates, you have to be very careful and go to extreme lengths on occasion to keep from touching. You can’t let love get in the way of your work. It doesn’t stop you from trying to quietly entice him. You often wear borderline sexy outfits to work with the hopes that one day your hot boss will finally touch you to at least see if you’re soulmates, but he’s so hot that you can’t help but feel aroused in his presence. You simply wouldn’t know until then.

One day, Hyunjin has a photoshoot and interview for a high fashion magazine and he looks incredibly delectable. You stay nearby in case he needs something but you keep to your own work. While he’s getting pictures taken, the director gives him a prompt and asks him to think about something that makes him hot. The director wants to sell sex for this collection. When you look up, Hyunjin is staring straight at you and you are not sure how much longer you can keep your hands to yourself.

Jisung (18+)

College student Jisung x slightly older college student barista reader au

Han Jisung is the bane of your existence. You’re both in the same major so you take a lot of the same classes and it’s as if he made it his personal mission to annoy you every time he sees you. He must, because he does. He does it in small ways, like asking you dumb questions during class just to get you riled up, stealing your pens, and overall being a nuisance. Why does he pay so much attention to you?

One day while you’re working at the coffee shop you’re the manager of, Jisung comes in for some coffee and specifically requests for you to make it. Despite the fact that you’re absolutely slammed, you have to comply. You make his drink and pass it to him, not realizing that your fingers brush in the process. Jisung’s demeanor changes immediately, instantly getting a little more serious. You continue working through the rush, wondering why suddenly you feel the intense urge to rail Jisung into the next century.

Closing suddenly can’t come fast enough.

Lee Felix Yongbok (18+)

Professor x graduate student au

Professor Lee’s class is one of the most coveted on campus. It fits into multiple fields of study and even the undergrad students desperately want a chance to take a class with him, even though he only teaches at the master level. You finally get a chance to take his class, lucky since it’s required for you major, and you realize why everyone wants to take his class.

He’s intelligent, he’s fun, he’s charismatic, and he’s positively stunning. He’s easily the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. And even you you’re initially hesitant to act like all the other students in the class and fight for his attention and a chance to touch him just to see if he’s theirs, you find yourself dressing up as well. Not to impress him! Not at all.

One day during class, he asks a few people to collect the paper that is due and you happen to be one of the people he calls on. You gather the papers and ignore the ugly looks from all the others who wish they were in your position. Professor Lee is teaching with no care in the world until you trip on the bottom stair. Papers go flying and your cheeks burn. Professor Lee gasps and helps you gather them while making sure you’re okay.

Without thinking, you reach for one of the papers at the same time and your fingers brush. Felix looks at you, eyes dark and he dismisses class without looking away from you. The class is silent for a moment before he finally tears his eyes away from you. His demeanor changes and he tells the entire class to leave unless they want to fail. You begin to scramble away to follow his orders like an obedient little girl but you freeze when he locks you in his gaze again and rasps: “Not you.”

Seungmin (18+ suggestive)

Lawyer x Lawyer au. Suggestive, no full smut

You and Seungmin have been rivals since law school. Always trying to best each other in your final grades, who got to be valedictorian (it was you), and the most important: who wins the most cases. For years, you two have been working for different law firms in the same building and have been keeping a tally of who wins what.

One day you are pitted against one another in a heated divorce case. Not your usual type of case, but you took it in order to be against Seungmin. The case is emotional and dramatic and you find yourself arguing so intensely that the judge orders a break. You both storm off to the break rooms to console your clients but the hallway is too narrow and for the first time in all these years, you brush arms.

The arousal is instantaneous and you look at each other in equal surprise. You each go to your separate chambers to calm your clients down before you excuse yourself. You seek him out, looking into each office until suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you into an empty conference room.

Of all people, why did it have to be him?

Jeongin (18+ Suggestive)

Tattoo artist x client au. Suggestive, no full smut.

You are too innocent for your own good. Jeongin recognizes this in you the second you walk into his tattoo shop in your short pastel skirt and matching top. You ask him if he has time to do a simple tattoo of a line-art flower on your thigh. Obsessed with you already, Jeongin quickly reschedules his next appointment and invites you in. As the only artist in his shop, he can pretty much do whatever he wants. The walls are covered in his art and you know you’ve come to the right place. You discuss the tattoo you want, you fill out the paperwork, and sit down in the chair while he prepares the stencil.

The second his fingers graze your thigh to put the stencil on, several things become apparent to you all at once. First, he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. Second is that this hot guy is your soulmate and you can tell by the stickiness growing between your legs. The third and most important thing?

You forgot to put on underwear this morning.

And Jeongin?

He can definitely smell it.

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celestial-choc0late · 6 months

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Felix in the first clip is just too much 😫🌊

#stray kids #chris skz smut #lee felix smut #lee felix x reader #bangchan smut #changbin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #i.n. smut #seungmin smut #han smut #lee know smut #smut

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sweetracha · 10 months

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its like im too anxious to sleep 😞 but i have been drinking lots of fluids!!! im sure my meds will kick in soon and hopefully let me drift off 🥹

on another note - could you maybe write a daddy!jeongin thing but its mostly just reader being obsessed with his hands? (totally not projecting 🥴)

Oh Sugars, I understand that feeling it is awful! I'm very glad to hear you are drinking lots of fluids! My Sweeties got to stay healthy!

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warning: Daddy Dom Jeongin x Sub reader, female pronouns, choking, gagging, and pet names

Daddy's Hands

A soft light illuminated your room from the window on your right. You stretched and groaned, not wanting to face the world today. When you reached out to find comfort in your lover, he was gone. His spot in bed has a phantom warmth meaning his departure was not long ago. As your bare feet hit the cold wooden floor you hissed. You straightened out your sage green silk nightgown and made your way into the hall. It wasn’t long before the smell of toast and bacon filled your senses. If your suspicions were correct, you would find Jeongin in the kitchen.

“Good morning sleeping beauty” his chuckle at his own joke was raspier due to it still being the morning.

“Good morning prince charming” You strolled past him and gave a quick kiss on his cheek. While he was distracted you stole a piece of bacon.

“Wrong movies but I will let it pass because you are so adorable in the morning, princess. Now sit down and no more stealing food!” You followed his whiney instructions and sat at the kitchen island.

You watched Innie finish making breakfast but soon it was your turn to be distracted. Long and slender fingers grasped the whisk tight as he stirred the pancake batter. His other hand skillfully flipped the meat in the pan. When a bit you batter splashed out of the mixing bowl, he used two fingers to scoop it up and pop it into his mouth. How was this so sensual? You two had never fully discussed your addiction to his hands before. When he would tease you for staring too long you usually changed the subject or laughed it off. It was painfully obvious now, as you were soaking the seat below you, that you had a thing for his hands.

“Earth to y/n, baby? Hello?” it was clear he had noticed too. When you snapped back you saw the smug expression on his smirking lips. “Someone sees something they like?”

“I just spaced out while you were cooking, I am probably still tired” you deflected but he wasn't buying it.

“You just happened to be spacing out on my hands? You seem to be doing that a lot these days, hmmm” he grabbed something out from the fridge and set it in front of you. His hand cupped your face gently as he ran his thumb under your bottom lip. He stayed there and played for a second longer before pulling down your lip with the pad of his thumb. A soft moan left you. “if you are so distracted baby, maybe I need to give you something to do” he pulled the bowl closer and dipped his middle and ring finger into the sauce. “tell Daddy how this tastes.”

With that, he opened your mouth up and slide in the two fingers. He let the weight of the fingers sit on your tongue for a moment before he slides further and further back. The sweet taste of honey was left on their trail. As he inched towards the back of your throat you felt your gag reflex acting up. You attempted to pull away but Jeongin was quick to stop you with a hand to the back of your head. He cradled you in a position that should otherwise be sweet but inside was tainted with pure lust. “Uh Uh baby girl, no pulling away from daddy. Taste it” he looked into your watery pleading eyes with his own darkened cold ones. He slipped his fingers as far back as he could and gagged you. You fought back with a coughing fit as spit filled your mouth. When he was satisfied he retreated.

“Messy little thing for daddy” he cooed as the smeared your spit to coat your now plump lips. “What do we say, princess?”

“Thank you, Daddy” Your voice was almost gone at this point.

“Good girl” Along with his words went your panties as he ripped them off of you. “So fucking wet princess. All for me? Just a messy desperate thing for daddy, aren’t you?” he rubbed his hand up and down your cunt.

You moaned in pleasure at his soft petting movements but one particular motion elicited a gasp from you. Your clit hooked on his smooth cold metal rings and you couldn’t help expressing how good it felt. All of a sudden innie’s hand got wetter.

“Oh princess, you liked that? Are daddy’s rings cold on your hot skin? Must feel so nice”. He rubbed his rings into your spot with more intention and pressure now. He loved how you were falling apart in the kitchen chair, all because of his hands. Jeongin knew there wasn’t a single thought besides pleasure in your head. As he slipped in those same two fingers he used to gag you, the others wrapped around your throat.

His instant speed and pacing left you speechless. The fingers around your neck closed tighter and tighter the closer and closer you came to release. It was like his calling card to tell you he knew just how good he was fucking you. Then he hit that spot.

“FUC—DADDY!” you were begging and pulling away but being stopped by the back of the seat. You both knew however that you did not want this to end.

“Take it. Sit there and take it like the desperate girl you are. Finally getting fucked by my hands just the way you wanted.” His hand finally choked you fully. “So be grateful and cum for me”

Those words sent you over the edge as you spammed on his hands. He helped you ride out your high and was careful not to overstimulate you when he pulled out. Before he started aftercare however he had one more thing to do. Jeongin collected your juices on his fingers and shoved them back down your throat, the scene mirroring the one before. As you gaged he praised you.

“Daddy’s good girl”

#skz #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #sweetie of the bakery #yang jeongin #i.n. smut #jeongin x reader #i.n. x reader

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desi2go · 8 months

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Realizing they fell in love with you

Pairings: Stray Kids x reader

Warnings: fluff

✭✩Bang Chan ✭✩

He never thought that love would came so easily. You were a manager of Stray Kids and accompanied them to many events and interviews. You were kind and sweet. Always friendly and gentle with all of the members.

One night, while he was live on Chan's Room, you came in. With small gestures he invited you to stay and watch. You agreed and watched him interacting with STAY. When he played new songs, he often looked to you so that he could see if you liked the music. He enjoyed you presence. That one visit became many visits. And before he knew it, it turned into a habit. You often worked until late at night and before you leaves you would come to his studio and watch his live.

Sometimes when you're not there, watching him going live, he caught himself looking up to see how you liked a song or how you reacted on joke. This is the moment, he realised he fell in love.

✭✩Lee Know ✭✩

Minho didn't meant to fell in love with you. It happend so suddenly and before he could even notice, he adored you with all of his heart. He loves to listen to you. You could talk for hours and he wouldn't be bored. He also loved to look at you. He is always staring at you and when the other members notice it, they smirk knowingly while raising an eyebrow. Immediately, Minho looks away, rolling his eyes. But with a slight blush on his cheeks.

Sometime he even talks with his three cats about you. That's the moment he will admit that he maybe has a little crush on you. "She is beautiful and sweet. You would love her" Minho murmurs to Dori while he pats his cat that sleeps on his lap.

He also likes to caress your hands with his. Sometimes he doesn't even notice it. It's like a habit. When you have cold hands, he'll take your hands into his to keep them warm.

✭✩Changbin ✭✩

Changbin always cared about you. You were his best friend for years. Sometimes you visit him in the company while he has dance training. You liked the way he gave his best during the training. You also liked to watch him when he is in the gym, doing a workout. From time to time you accompany him and you two do a workout together.

He loves to tease you, especially when you're training with him. " Come on, you little wimp. I can do it in my sleep" He said, as he was flexing with his muscles. But when other people are teasing you and you become uncomfortable, he'll protect you with his life. He gets so mad when someone is disrespectful to you. He builds up behind you and pulls you away while he glares at them.

He realises that he has feelings for you in the little moments. For example, when you make fun of each other or when you watch him dance. In these nights he won't get any sleep because he tries to think about the perfect moment where he'll tell you how he feels.

✭✩Hyunjin ✭✩

Painting is the expression of emotions. Whenever he has time he likes to express everything that is on his mind through his drawings. He realised through a drawing that he fell for you a long time ago. He had painted you without even noticing. Not until it was nearly finished. You smiled widely, your hair open and messy because you two danced together for hours. It captured a moment not so long ago where he had teached you some dance moves.

Looking back to this moment, he asked himself why he didn't realised his feelings for you earlier because his love is intense. Just like the colours he used for this painting. He should have noticed it, when he layed his head on your lap to enjoy your warmth while you brush through his soft hair. Or when he falls asleep on your shoulder after a hard day.

After he realised, that painting of you wasn't the only one he made.

✭✩Han ✭✩

Han realised pretty early that he has growing feelings for you. For him to love you was a joyful ride. Something that mad him fall for you is your laugh. He would come up with new jokes or would something funny so that he could hear your adoring laugh.

He could listen to you for hours. He loves your voice and his chest swells with pride when you tell him something confidential that not everyone knows about you. For him, it's an honour that you trust him like that.

Sometimes the boys are teasing him, asking when he would tell you that he loves you. He would ignore these questions while his cheeks are glowing red.

One time he invited you to a concert. His fingers shook as he walked towards you, almost tripping over his feet. He smiled at you nervous as he asked you to come. He was so happy when you agreed.

✭✩Felix ✭✩

Felix always liked to be near you. He was comfortable around you. Even before he fell for you, he was glued to your side all the time. He don't need to talk to you. Just your presence was soothing. Sometimes when you two sat on the couch, he leaned his head on your shoulder, enjoying your warmth. You would play with his soft hair, lulling him to sleep. Within five minutes he would drive off to sleep.

From to time, you two liked to play some video games. You don't know much about these games, so that Felix must show you how to play. When the other members found out that Felix let you play, they were miffed. Later you figured out that he don't let everyone play his games.

Slowly his platonic feelings turns into romantic. He loves to cuddle with you and after he fell for you he wanted to be always by your side. That's how he noticed, he fell in love with you.

✭✩Seungmin ✭✩

I think, Seungmin wouldn't notice his affection to you until you bring up the courage to tell him that you have a crush on him. That's when his feelings hit him and he could suddenly assign his feelings.

Before you told him, he thought that his affection to you was only platonic and was always confused. He isn't a big fan of physical touch but when it came to you he loves to cuddle. He feels safe around you and can open up. When he is on a tour, he'll miss you and would call you whenever he has the chance.

He also likes to show his adoration with the help of acts of services like trying to cook your favourite food or to help you wherever he can.

✭✩I.N. ✭✩

I.N. never fell in love before. He expected love to be like in movies. Exciting and passionately. He thought that one day someone beautiful will show up and he would know that this is the right person. You were indeed beautiful and kind but he didn't expect to fall in love with you.

You were friends for some time now and one day you wanted to surprise him. So you bought one ticket for a Stray Kids concert. As he saw you in the crowd, he was shocked. That's the moment he realised that you were the right person for him. You were his princess/princes like Yasmin was for Aladin. Love wasn't like in the movies, it was so much better. After he discovered you, he had only eyes for you. Smiling widely while singing and dancing.

#skz imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #stray kids fluff #skz x reader #lee felix x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #han x reader #kpop #hyunjin x reader #i.n. smut #seungmin x reader

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 2 years

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Oct 6th [I.N. + Voyeurism]

[10:19] Why did you have to live with such a stupid roommate? Really, how hard was it to close a goddamn door?

Of course Jeongin was dumb enough to think that just because you weren’t home meant he could leave his door wide open while enjoying some personal time and of course he didn’t account for the fact that if you did come home the only way to get to your bedroom was past his. So at present, it was his own fault that you were stuck in the hallway, frozen in the shadows as it had dawned on you and you contemplated what you should do.

If you walked past now he would be embarrassed. Honestly, he should be embarrassed acting like this as if it’s just a normal thing to do. You wondered idly what he did in the common areas when he knew you wouldn’t be home. God you hoped he cleaned up after himself.

Your other option was to just stand here, and wait. There was no way you could do that. If you were lucky he’d fall asleep but if he went to the kitchen or bathroom he’d see you. Was it possible to just leave the apartment? Maybe but you would just sit in the hallway trying to time your entrance and that was decidedly stupid.

Jeongin let out an unabashed moan, no doubt because he figured no one was around to hear, and you shifted a little where you stood. It didn’t help at all that your body was reacting of its own accord, warmth pooling between your legs from the sounds of his moans and the sight of him laying back on the bed, hard cock in his hand as he moved at a slower, steady pace.

Maybe he liked teasing himself? Or being teased? You tried to wipe the idea from your mind, cursing him once again for his stupidity. And cursing your own stupid, horny brain for enjoying it at all. Would you be able to wipe this from your mind or would your brain bring it all back up when you tried to have your own alone time? You didn’t want to think about it.

Jeongin let out another moan, but this time much more of a word. A specific word. A word that happened to be your name.

Nope, you were definitely not about to try and process that. You did not need your mind dwelling on why he was moaning your name of all names. The hall was dark and Jeongin was decidedly distracted. It was better just to make it to your room, if you were careful he never needed to know and you could pretend this never happened.

You managed to tear your eyes away from Jeongin’s form, trying to block out the pretty moans and gasps from your mind. You stepped carefully, into full view of the door. Another glance you stole towards his form, planning to be past the doorway but instead your foot landing on the one creaky floorboard in the whole apartment.

Jeongin’s hand froze in place and his eyes snapped open, meeting your expression of bewilderment with his own. Very quickly you noticed the way his face started to flush red and he scrambled to grab his blankets and cover himself as your feet refused to move and take you to the safety of your room.

“Wh-What are you doing!?” He cried.

“I-I should ask you that!” You retorted. “Why did you leave the door open!?”

“Y-You were gone!” He said indignantly. “I don’t- You- Why were you watching me?! Pervert!”

“How am I a pervert?!” You cried. “Your door is wide open!”

Jeongin opened his mouth to respond but a banging and a yell from the upstairs neighbor to shut up made you both fall quiet. When Jeongin met your eyes again some of his frustration had melted away into pure embarrassment. Your feet still felt frozen to the spot and after a moment more of staring at each other Jeongin cleared his throat.

“H-How um- Did you h-hear anything?” He mumbled.

“Y-Yep.” you kept your answer short, looking anywhere but Jeongin and wondering if chopping off your legs was an acceptable behaviour in this situation.

“I-I thought- you- Th-This isn’t h-how I imagined it.” You weren’t sure if you were meant to hear that with how quietly he said it but at this point you couldn’t ignore it. You felt the embarrassment flushing through you too.

“Were you- Did you want me to- Oh my god did you leave the door open on purpose?!” Surprise crept into your voice as the thought dawned on you.

“No!” He said immediately. “N-No I just- I didn’t think I-I was just horny a-and thinking a-a-about u-uh-”

“A-About?” You weren’t sure why your heart was racing so fast as you tried to anticipate his words.

“N-Nevermind,” he mumbled.

“Hey, you left the stupid door open. You did this to yourself,” you pointed out, though there was more softness in your voice. “So you have to deal with it.”

He dropped his gaze away from you, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Y-You’re really gonna make me say I like you, huh?”

Why you felt your heart burst out of your chest you refused to think about. You stood there in silence until he started to crumble in on himself and only then did you stumble forwards. Despite half your brain screaming to go to your room because this was weird, the other part of yourself wanted to offer him some comfort or at least tell him you didn’t hate him.

“I-I you don’t have to say it.” You managed.

Jeongin eyed you shyly. “I should, though.”

“H-Huh?” You shifted a little, standing at the edge of the bed and feeling the quick pattering of your heart as he properly trained his gaze on you.

“I should tell you, I like you.” He said. “I just didn’t want to make things weird.”

You managed a laugh, feeling a little more relaxed as he relaxed. “So this isn’t your idea of weird then?”

Jeongin snorted as you sat with him on the bed. “I could make it weirder.”

“Oh?”

He grinned at you. “I could have asked you to join me.”

You weren’t sure if he expected you to laugh, or maybe shove him away and call him gross. But he seemed almost unprepared for the way you gave him a wide-eyed look. You could feel the heat creeping up and down your body at the thought of his suggestion. You sputtered a little and Jeongin’s smile faded.

“S-Sorry,” He mumbled.

“U-Uh,” you shifted a little, looking away from him again and unsure how to explain the way warmth was sinking into the pit of your stomach. “That’s not- you’re fine.”

“Oh?”

You weren’t sure if he noticed how you pressed your thighs together. Or maybe he saw how you grabbed at the covers on his bed, but he grinned again, moving closer to you. It made your stomach do flip flops as he leaned in.

“Unless you wanted me to ask you to join,” he giggled.

“I-I look I didn’t leave the door open so-”

“Do you?”

“You were moaning my name-”

“Do you?”

“And you called me a-”

“But do you?”

You finally looked at him, swallowing hard.

“Maybe I do.”

Jeongin grinned wider, not saying anything and instead closing the distance. Despite his slight cockiness his kiss was full of a sweet desperation. It took very little time for you press closer to him, feeling a rush of excitement as his hand grabbed your waist. But a much bigger rush of heat as your hand landed in his lap and even through the covers you could feel he was still hard.

You didn’t think too much about the fact that that embarrassment didn’t kill his boner and opted to save that tidbit of information for later.

You started to remove your hand but he grabbed your wrist, keeping it there. “No.” He said first. Then, more gently. “I-I mean if you want.” Another pause and then “Please?”

You felt your heart melt just a little as you palmed him through the covers, taking in the way he was starting to pant into kisses with you. Carefully you pulled back the covers enough and while your lips never left his you wrapped your hand around his cock, squeezing him a little and running your thumb around the head.

Jeongin breathed out curses against your lips. “Your real hand feels so much better.”

You felt some rush of arousal from his words, some part of your mind feeling extra warm that he was imagining you. That didn’t stop you from laughing into the kiss at his comment. He stiffened a little, gripping you a little more tightly, but you moved your hand, pumping his cock steadily.

“You’re cute,” you murmured.

“I’d prefer sexy,” he retorted.

“Should have thought about that before admitting to fantasizing about my hand,” you snickered.

Jeongin pulled away from the kiss, whining and hiding his face in your neck. “Y-You’re mean.”

“I never told you to have a crush on me,” you started to pump him more quickly, starting to draw moans from his lips. “You did that to yourself.”

“D-Didn’t choose th-that,” he managed.

“And yet here we are,” you chuckled. “Innie being a cutie, not wanting me to leave him alone, not wanting me to stop touching him.”

“Sh-Shut up,” he mumbled, fingers gripping you tighter as he muffled your moans against his neck.

“But it’s fun,” you hummed. “And you get all cute when you’re shy. Don’t you want to be cute for me?”

“‘M not a-answering that,” he mumbled, hips pressing up into your hand as you moved just a little faster.

“One day I’ll get you to,” you grinned. “Doesn’t have to be today.”

He let out a whine, pressing even more into the skin of your neck.

“Are you gonna cum, innie?” You hummed. He didn’t answer, just nodded quickly, fingers digging into your waist. A few more gasps fell off his lips until he let out a soft cry and hot cum spilled from his cock, all over your hand. You helped him through the waves of his orgasm until he started to tremble and you tried to pull back.

He let you free his cock from your grasp but he kept you close, resting his chin on your shoulder. You had a hunch he was too embarrassed to let you look at him.

“D-D you have to tease me like that?” He mumbled.

“Jeongin, if you can look me in the eye and tell me it doesn’t turn you on I won’t do it again.” You murmured.

“You suck,” he muttered.

“You’re welcome for the orgasm,” you snorted.

He pulled back only enough to peek at you. “I bet you won’t be so cocky when I return the favour.”

“H-Huh?” His change in tone caught you off guard and he took advantage of it to push you back onto the bed.

“I bet you’ll be just as cute for me, won’t you darling?”

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day 16: i.n. + breeding kink

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tw: established relationship!au; both protected and unprotected piv sex (don't do this one at home! 🤨); very brief nipple play; creampie; ♡

wc: 2,2k;

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Jeongin’s all over your body, kissing, licking, touching every single spot of you as if his life depended on it - he feels like it does. His hard-on is pressed against your belly, hard and leaking pre-cum already, and you can’t wait to feel him inside of you. He seems to notice your eagerness, because he moves his hand south to wrap his slender fingers around the base of his cock, slightly pulling away from your body just so he can align his tip to your wet entrance, but before he can part your folds with his cock, you stop him by placing the palm of your hand on his chest.

“Wait.”, you murmur, and he snaps his head up to look you in the eyes - scared that he might’ve hurt you or made you uncomfortable, or that maybe he misinterpreted your intentions for the night. “We should use a condom this time.”, you say before he can even ask you what’s wrong.

He furrows his eyebrows. A condom? Why? You’ve been dating for years, are both clean and haven’t used condoms since last year, when you both agreed to - since you’re on birth control anyways. So why are you asking him to put on a condom now? Of course he’s going to use one since you asked him to, he’s not an asshole, but he just finds it strange.

“I mean - sure, but - why?”, he can’t help but ask.

You chuckle at his reaction, pecking his pouty lips as you caress his cheekbone with the knuckle of your fingers. “Because I’ve been on antibiotics for the past week - since I was sick and stuff. And the doctor told me to be careful since it can mess with my birth control and I could technically get pregnant. So it’s best if we use condoms for the rest of the month, until I get my period.”, you explain.

A shiver runs down Jeongin’s spine once he hears those words. He doesn’t know why, but when you mentioned there’s a chance you might get pregnant if you do it raw, Jeongin felt his dick get even harder. The thought kind of intrigues him, to be honest, which is stupid, because he most definitely doesn’t want to knock you up any time soon. You’re both very young and there’s a lot of things you want to accomplish in your lives before thinking of growing a family - but it makes his cock throb nonetheless.

To shake the thought off his mind, he quickly opens the bedside drawer and fishes a condom. As he puts it on, he can’t help but wonder what would happen if it broke? He knows it’s not gonna happen and that they’re resistant and made for withstanding even the roughest sex, yet he can’t help but think what if.

When he enters you, he closes his eyes and pretends the thin barrier of latex isn’t there, that he’s fucking you raw and that it’s risky, because your birth control could potentially not be working right now, and he could be unknowingly knocking you up. That very thought makes him let out a choked moan as he thrusts himself inside of you at a relentless pace. What if he starts fucking you so hard the condom rips, allowing his cum to coat your walls? Would you get pregnant on the first try - or more like, accident? The mere thought drives him crazy, hips snapping harder against yours to the point the tip of his cock is practically kissing your cervix. He’s sure he’s never fucked you as hard as he’s fucking you right now.

“Yes - right there, baby.”, you moan, biting hard on the back of your hand to suppress your moans- a signal you’re close to reaching your high.

He wonders if you’re thinking about it too, or if it’s just him who’s being a creep about it. He doesn’t dare to ask you, though. He kinda wants to keep this forbidden thought to himself, doesn’t want to share it with anyone. What’s the harm, right? It’s just an innocent fantasy, it’s not a bid deal.

He once read somewhere that if the female has an orgasm during unprotected penetrative sex, it might increase the chance of her getting pregnant - and since then, that’s all he can think about when he feels you clench around him, coating the condom in your sweet release. If he filled you up now, the chances of knocking you up would be higher - oh, how good you would look pregnant with his child. Before he can process what’s going on, he feels his own orgasm wash over him, and he’s filling up the condom.

The second, it’s a couple of months later. You throw up because of a food poisoning, and ask him to wear a condom again. “It’s better to be safe than sorry.”.

And basically - the same thing happens.

Jeongin practically fucks you into the mattress as the same scenarios take place in his mind - maybe the condom would break and he would notice only once he pulls out and watch his seed drip from your hole, but it’d be too late. It’s not about getting to cum inside of you, though, because he does it pretty regularly - it’s all about the risk. The thought of doing something that you shouldn’t be doing. It makes him practically drill his hard cock into you - making you cum within seconds as he keeps on thrusting inside of you, finishing not too long after you, spilling - unfortunately - inside the latex.

“Get pregnant. Fuck- you’d look so gorgeous pregnant with my child.”, he thinks as he fucks you through his orgasm. “Wanna knock you up so bad."

Except he doesn’t think it, he whispers it.

It’s almost inaudible, but with the way his body is pressed against yours, it’s impossible for you not to hear it. He doesn’t realize he said it out loud, too lost in the moment as he milks his cock inside of you.

You know he doesn’t want to actually get you pregnant - you talked about the eventuality of having children together one day and you’re both on the same page about this, you do want to have kids together but not right now.

That’s why his innocent fantasy piques your interest.

So, you come out with a plan, a plan he’ll hopefully enjoy. Well, of course he’ll enjoy it, since it involves having sex with you - the man can’t just get enough of your pussy, but that’s okay, because you can’t get enough of his dick either.

Jeongin’s body’s hovering hover yours as his lips - wet with your orgasm since he’s just finished eating you out like a starved man, making you come twice on his tongue - kiss every inch of your neck and collarbone. He’s sliding his cock up and down your folds, coating it in what remains of your orgasm, not putting it inside just yet - wanting this intimate moment between the two of you to last as long as possible.

“I want you, jagiya.”, he mumbles against your skin, leaving a series of kisses on your neck. “You’re driving me crazy. Been waiting to be inside of you the whole day.”, he grunts, one of his veiny hands groping your breast as his cockhead repeatedly brushes your sensitive clit.

“Mhhh, been waitin’ to feel you inside of me the whole day.”, you chuckle, tugging at his black hair as he leaves a kisses on the corner of your mouth, then pecks your lips.

Then, he takes his hard cock in his hand and aligns its tip to your entrance - this time he’s not wearing a condom, there’s no reason to - and slowly pushes inside. Your walls practically suck him in, squeezing him in all the right places as he bottoms out in one motion.

“Fuck, I’d die right here between your legs.”, he grunts, hiding his forehead in the crook of your neck as he takes a few seconds to recollect himself.

“It’d be a nice death, wouldn’t it?”, you giggle, crossing your arms over his back, nails delicately scraping his skin as he starts thrusting inside of you slowly, yet deep.

“The best.”, he moans, sucking on the flesh of your neck as his thrusts turn a little bit rougher until the sound of slapping skin fills your bedroom, his cock deliciously filling you to the brim. “Fuck- you always feel so good, jagi.”

But you can’t help but notice he’s fucking you differently than those two times. It’s intense, yes, and he’s desperate to feel you - but it’s different. So - you decide this is the moment to test your theory.

“You’re fucking me so well, Innie.”, you whimper, tugging at his hair as he keeps thrusting inside of you. “We should probably be careful, tho.”, you murmur.

In the heat of the moment, Jeongin’s brain doesn’t fully process your words. “Why?”, he grunts, snapping his hips to meet your movements, but he’s not really focused in the conversation.

“I forgot to take the pill yesterday.”

It’s not true - just a little white lie to fulfill your boyfriend’s fantasy.

Jeongin is ashamed of the sound that leaves his mind as soon as you whisper those words in his ear - a shiver runs through his whole body as he thrusts particularly hard inside of you, gripping your hip so tight his knuckles turn white. It’s okay, you like a little pain.

“Mhh, I knew it.”, you hiss after a particular hard thrusts that has you seeing stars. “I knew the idea of knocking me up turns you on.”

It’s like something inside of Jeongin snaps, because he starts fucking you harder, balls repeatedly slapping against the skin of your ass as his cocks reaches spots inside of you you didn’t even know existed until now.

“Jagi…”, he whimpers, moving desperately inside of you.

“Doesn’t it?”

“So much.” Jeongin answers immediately, words rolling off his tongue automatically - he’s not even thinking right now. “I wanna knock you up so bad.”, he grunts, groping one of your tits, squeezing your nipple between his fingers as he takes the other in his mouth, releasing it soon after. “These would look so sexy full of milk.” At this point he’s just rambling, not even paying attention to this words - that’s how much pussydrunk he is, just for you.

“If you - fuck.”, you’re cut off by Jeongin’s cockhead brushing your g-spot in a particularly good angle. “If you keep fucking me like this I’ll cum.”

“Cum.” Jeongin encourages you, brushing that same spot repeatedly, determined to get you off as fast as possible, sensing he’s close to his own release too. “Please, please, cum.”, even though you’re the one who’s this close to cumming, he’s the one who’s whining.

You cum after a series of precise thrusts, falling apart around his cock, scratching his back with your nails as you kick your head back, toes curling as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Now it’s your turn.”, you pant, still dazed from your orgasm, but very much determined to make him fall apart, too, desperate to see him lose control.

“‘M close too.”, he whimpers, pecking your lips to muffle his own sounds.

You pull his hair, careful not to hurt him, making him look you in the eye, still fucking you into oblivion. “Good boy, cum for me.”, you encourage him. “Don’t you want to fill me up? Fuck me full of cum to make sure you get me pregnant?”

You watch closely the way his eyes roll in the back of his head as he pars his lips to let out a moan. “I do.”, he lets out a choked whimper. “I do, fuck. Wanna knock you up so bad.”

He doesn’t even realize he’s cumming until he feels it drip out of your hole, coating and probably staining the sheets. His orgasm lasts longer than usual, and it’s much more intense too - his whole body tenses, his muscles flex and his toes curl as his cock throbs inside of you, spilling until the very last drop of his seed. His body falls on top of yours as he tries to catch his breath while you caress his shoulders and hair.

Then, realization hits him.

“Fuck.”

His body practically jolts up as he sits on the mattress, looking at you with wide eyes, visibly panicked. He’s finished inside of you, and you told him you were supposed to be careful. How could he be so stupid? He should’ve controlled himself better.

“Jagi, I-“, he sounds as if he’s about to burst into a sob.

“Don’t worry, Innie.”, you giggle, taking him off-guard. “I didn’t forget to take the pill. We’re safe.”

He looks at you confused, yet relieved at the same time. “Then why-“

You interrupt him. “I just wanted to prove a point.”, you giggle.

“Which point?”, he asks.

“That you have a breeding kink.”, you state matter-of-factly. “And I was right.”

“How… how did you know?”, he’s flustered, cheeks turning pink, embarrassed his kink has been exposed, that his secret is out.

“Let’s just say you’re not as subtle as you think you are.”

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Flowers

Jeongin x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.2K

Synopsis: An unexpected visitor from your past knocking at your door holding flowers shouldn't be as terrifying as it is for you.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! This is based loosely on the song Flowers by Lauren Spencer Smith. This is one is more intense than the others for sure so proceed with caution and read all warnings throughly. I would hate for someone to read something that upset them or made them uncomfortable! Only one more to go after this! If you enjoy this story please reblog, like, comment, jump into my asks, all your feedback has made me so happy! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, domestic abuse is a big part of this story (if that can be triggering please skip this one), mentions of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse (not Jeongin, an ex), gas lighting, violence/death threats/threats of bodily harm (stabbing, again if ANY of this is triggering I understand you passing on this one!), unprotected piv sex (please use condoms!), cream pie, pet names (jagi, angel, beautiful etc.) I think that's everything but if I missed something (which I sincerely hope I did not) please let me know and I will add it IMMEDIATELY!

You were finishing the last of your dinner dishes when there was a knock at your door. It was strange, you weren’t expecting anyone but that didn’t mean one of your boyfriend’s seven best friends didn’t just swing by while in the neighborhood. You started to dry off your hands when Jeongin called to you from the back of the apartment you shared.

“Baby can you get that? I’m already naked about to get in the shower!” You made your way through the living room towards the door.

“Yea I’ll get it Innie! You know it’s, at minimum, one of the guys so try not to take your hour shower please. I can only entertain them so long before they get bored and start causing trouble.” You could hear Jeongin laughing as the shower started, very familiar with his friends’ antics. You were rolling your eyes laughing when you answered the door, expecting two or more boisterous men.

“If you can’t behav-” You looked up and choked on your words. Your eyes were wide and your heart started racing, you felt like you might throw up. So many memories and feelings came rushing back to you, things you wanted to forget. The very last person you expected to find knocking on your door at that time of night was your abusive ex-boyfriend Casey, flowers in hand. Your hands were shaking, and so was your voice.

“W-what the fuck are you doing here?!” You were absolutely terrified but did your best not to sound it. How had he even found you? Casey rolled his eyes.

“Geeze it’s nice to see you to y/n.” You had to have had the biggest ‘what the fuck’ look on your face.

“NICE?! Seeing you is nice Casey?! I shouldn’t be seeing you at all, you’re not supposed to have my address, or have you forgotten about the protective order?!” He shook his head putting his free hand up trying to calm you down.

“That thing expired six months ago baby.” You cringed and closed your eyes cursing yourself for forgetting about the court date to extend the order.

“DON’T call me baby. I am not your baby.” He ignored your indignant tone.

“It took me a while to find you but I finally did!” He held out the flowers that were in his other hand.

“What. Are. You doing here?” You asked again looking down at the flowers in his hand and then back at him, refusing to take them

“I’m here to say I’m sorry baby and to beg you to take me back.” He made a face, that face, the one he’d give you when he knew you were going to forgive whatever horrible thing he’d done to you.

“I told you not to call me that.” You pointed at the bouquet in his hand.

“Flowers? Very typical for you. You always used flowers for big apologies thinking it fixed the problem.” He put his arm down.

“I know you’re mad...” You scoffed.

“Mad? Casey there is a spectrum of feelings I’m having right now and mad is just one of them. Why the hell would I take you back after everything you did to me?!” He gave you a little half smile and tried to grab your hand to hold. You yanked it back quickly looking at him like he was insane, because he was.

“Not all of it was bad. We were gonna get married one day.” You shook your head.

“No you introduced me to your family saying that you’d marry me and then you’d look at me and say it was just a joke. I would get so excited hoping one day you would mean it but you only made me make a fool of myself.” He took a step closer to you and you took one back, still blocking your doorway.

“Ba-” You glared.

“y/n... Come on. Neither one of us were perfect.” You shook your head.

“You wanted perfect, thin, blonde, submissive. I couldn’t give you perfect no matter how hard I tried, no matter the trips to the salon, the diets, the gym memberships, I tried to give you what you wanted and couldn’t and so you took it out on me any way you could. I hated myself for a long time for justifying your mistakes. Maybe I was holding on to what I thought you were, but when you think too hard eventually it starts to hurt. Now I know the version in my head wasn’t true. It took a minute but I learned that shit the hard way by having my heart broken again and again by you.” He started to get more frustrated with you.

“You left me! You can’t be heartbroken if you’re the one that left!” You looked at him incredulously.

“Who are you to tell me I can’t be heartbroken?! So much came before me leaving Casey, you had the chance, the door for you was wide open for a long time. You gaslit me, cheated on me blaming it on my weight, you called me horrible names, you verbally, emotionally, and physically abused me! Any of this ringing a bell Casey?!” He shook his head no disagreeing.

“No no no you would start a fight and then you’d get all teary eyed when I fought back and I’d get so fucking angry...” You put your hand up stopping him, he was getting more and more worked up and he was starting to scare you.

“Stop please. Expressing my feelings is not ‘starting a fight’. I should have been more conscious of how you spoke to me, if there’s anything I learned it’s to watch myself and if something’s hurting me to leave and go and get some help. I should have done it so much sooner than I did but young people fall for the wrong people and I guess my one was you.” Jeongin startled you when he walked up behind you suddenly. He kissed the side of your head and wrapped his arm around you. He was still a little flushed and damp from the shower, wearing only his gray sweats since the two of you were going to bed soon. Casey’s eyes narrowed and he glared at Jeongin.

“Hey jagiya, who’s this?” Jeongin asked.

“Her boyfriend!” Casey blurted out before you could answer. Jeongin’s brows furrowed.

“What?” You chimed in quickly.

“EX! Boyfriend.” Jeongin suddenly realized just who he was. You’d told him about your abusive ex before you moved in together, so that he knew what he was getting himself into with you.

“Don’t you have a restraining order on him?!” You shook your head.

“I missed a court date so they didn’t extend it.” Casey was nodding.

“Yea we’re working on things...” Jeongin got in front of you slightly. This guy was clearly out of his god damn mind.

“If that’s what you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead and pretend I haven’t found a man that treats me right.” Finally Casey had enough and blew up.

“YOU STUPID FAT BITCH! YOU NEED ME! YOUR NOTHING WITHOUT ME! A COW! A GIGANTIC! FAT! WHORE!” He didn’t make a move towards you, he wouldn’t dare with Jeongin standing there so he screamed insults and profanity at you as loud as he could. Jeongin held out his arm guiding you to take a couple steps back and he stepped out of the door frame and closed it, immediately locking it. Casey started beating against it with his fists hard.

“FUCKING WHORE, DUMB FAT CUNT, I’M GONNA BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Your eyes were wide and you were trembling, terrified just like it had always been when you were with him.

“Go sit on the couch jagiya I’m gonna call the cops.” You shook your head frantically, gripping Jeongin tightly.

“Please! Don’t make me go! I want to stay near you! I’m scared Innie!” Jeongin wrapped his arms around you, hugging you.

“Shhh... it’s okay jagi you can stay, stay right here okay? You’re safe, I’m gonna keep you safe I promise!” Casey was still losing his mind on the other side of the door and it sounded like he was going to break it down.

“DUMB FAT SLUT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!” He kicked at the door making it shake even more aggressively making you jump in fear with every hit. Jeongin was already on the phone with emergency services explaining what was going on.

“I’M GONNA GET IN THERE JUST YOU WAIT! I'M GONNA COME IN THERE BABY AND I’M GONNA KILL YOU RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR NEW LITTLE BOYFRIEND!” Suddenly you and Jeongin saw the blade of a knife through the gap in the door as he tried to unlatch the lock with it.

“Yeah!? Can they hurry the fuck up please he’s fucking nuts and he has a knife.” Jeongin told the dispatcher. The blade disappeared and then you heard metal hitting your door, over and over while he still screamed.

“I’M GONNA STAB YOU BITCH! CUT YOUR FAT ASS OPEN! FUCKING! KILL! YOU!” The ding of the elevator signaled someone stopping on your floor. It got deathly quiet and then you heard low voices.

“Oh hi officer!” The cop looked at your door and the man with the knife in his hand.

“Drop the knife now!” The officer had his hand on his holstered gun. Casey dropped the knife immediately. The cop walked over kicking it further away.

“Your ID.” Casey pulled out his wallet and handed his driver’s license to the cop who looked it over.

“Mr... Jones we’re here because we got a call about a man brandishing a knife making death threats to the couple in this apartment.

“Threats? Oh no sir, I just got locked out of my girlfriend’s apartment and I'm trying to get back in.” The cop was not buying it, even the worst detective could tell something here was very wrong.

“You planning on stabbing through the door to get in Mr. Jones?” Casey looked at the knife on the floor.

“Oh that? I was cooking dinner when I got locked out.” The cop nodded and hummed.

“Mmhm I’m sure you were. If you don’t mind, I’d like you to step over to the end of the hall with my partner for a moment while I speak to whomever is in the apartment.” Casey did as the officer asked and then turned back quickly.

“We were having a bit of a fight so she’s probably mad at me...” The cop nodded.

“Over with my partner Mr. Jones” He listened and went over by the officer’s partner. The cop that had initially been questioning Casey knocked on your apartment door.

“This is officer Roe I’m here with my partner officer Wade, we were called about a man with a knife making death threats. If you could, will you please open the door so that I can speak with you?” You and Jeongin were on the other side of the door, you were shaking like a leaf.

“Is he away from the door?” Jeongin asked not willing to take even the slightest chance of you getting hurt.

“Yes sir he’s being detained by my partner up the hall a ways. The knife has been dropped. It’s safe, I assure you.” When Jeongin heard the knife was down he unlocked and opened the door. When he did you gasped and started tearing up.

The flowers Casey had brought as an ‘I’m sorry’ looked like they’d exploded, flower petals and broken stems littering the floor. While that was alarming, seeing the door was outright terrifying. Big gash marks from the knife being stabbed into the door repeatedly. You shuddered and Jeongin wrapped his arms around you trying to comfort you, trying to make sure you knew you were safe, that he’d do anything to keep you safe. The officer questioned you both together not wanting to further your distress by separating you from Jeongin. You did all the talking anyway. You explained to the officer about Casey and his abusive past, the protective order that ended. The further into the story you got the more worked up you were.

“And and and then he started screaming, just screaming horrible things at the top of his lungs and and he he s-sa-said he was g-gonna kill me he’s gonna kill me!” You started to hyperventilate, sobbing.

“Jagiya look at me yea? Look in my eyes. I’m not letting anything happen to you. Slow deep breaths come on count it out to ground yourself jagi. One...two...three...” You had delt with a lot of shit and Jeongin was always there to help you through. He started taking slow breaths in and out while he counted with you. Your breathing returned to normal and you were able to finish answering the rest of the police officer’s questions.

“Thank you Ms. Y/l/n. Mr. Jones will be placed under arrest tonight for attempted assault with a deadly weapon, and a slew of other things. We’ll definitely be in contact with you to make sure your testimony is on the record. Mr. Yang, Ms. y/l/n, I hope you can try and enjoy the rest of your evening.” Jeongin held out his hand and the officer shook it.

“Thank you sir, we’ll sleep better tonight knowing he’ll be in jail.” The officer nodded and headed down the hall towards his partner and Casey.

“Mr. Jones do you have any other weapons, drugs, or anything else on you?” Casey shook his head no.

“Turn around and put you hands behind your back...” When he realized he was getting arrested he exploded all over again. Like a switch being flipped. He had been calm as can be two seconds before.

“YOU DUMB FUCKING COW! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM? YOU STUPID FAT WHO-” Jeongin shut the door and locked it stifling the screaming. Once the police and Casey were in the elevator everything was quiet again. You stood there across from the front door gob smacked, Jeongin leaned against the door trying to will his heart to slow down, the adrenaline dissipating. He looked up at you standing there shivering as if you were standing in the snow. When your eyes met Jeongin’s you burst out into tears. He quickly took you into his arms and held you while you sobbed. Once you were calmer, only sniffling and hiccupping a little, Jeongin softly spoke.

“Let’s get you in the shower and into bed jagiya.” You nodded against his chest. Jeongin led you to the bathroom and started running the shower for you.

“Come here angel.” You walked over and Jeongin started to pull the hem of your shirt up and off you. He kissed your cheek as soon as you were freed from the fabric. He gave you a tight hug and then unhooked your bra tossing it aside with your shirt. Jeongin unbuttoned your jeans and drug the zipper down. He pushed your pants and underwear down to your knees.

“Have a seat on the edge of the tub for me jagi.” You sat down and Jeongin lifted one leg pulling the pant leg off, gently setting it back down, then grabbed your other leg completely removing your jeans and panties. He helped you to stand then grabbed one of your hair clips. He stood behind you and pulled your hair back into somewhat of a ponytail and twisted it up before securing your clip in your hair. When he had you all ready for your shower you turned and hugged him tightly, your soft body pressed against his.

“I love you so much Innie.” You started to get teary again. He ran his hands up and down your back soothing you.

“I love you too y/n, so much.” When you finally let go Jeongin pulled the shower curtain back so you could climb in.

“I’m gonna grab your robe and a towel and I’ll be right back angel.” You started washing up as Jeongin went to grab your things. The stress and adrenaline had you stiff and sore so the hot water beating down on you felt so good, relaxing you and you started to get drowsy. Jeongin tapped on the door before coming back in so he didn’t startle you.

“Need more time?” You hummed, so tired now.

“Hmm-no I think I'm done Innie.” You shut off the water and opened the shower curtain to find Jeongin standing there with a big towel spread out in his arms waiting for you.

“Come here jagiya.” You walked into his arms and he wrapped the towel around you, squeezing you and then started drying you off. When you weren’t drippy anymore Jeongin tossed the towel and picked up the robe he’d grabbed for you, helping you put it on. He gently gripped your shoulders and kissed the side of your head.

“Let’s get to bed my love.” Jeongin led you to your room and pulled back the duvet on your bed.

“Go on crawl in get cozy.” You gave him a weak smile, shedding your robe and climbing into bed. Jeongin pulled the comforter over you and tucked you in a little, pecking your lips. After getting you tucked in he walked around to his side of the bed dropped his sweat pants and also climbed into bed under the covers. His hands instantly found your cushy body and pulled you close to him so that he could spoon you. You felt so safe and warm now. You let out a deep breath and Jeongin squeezed you tighter.

“Try to get some sleep now jagiya.” You nodded and could feel your eyes getting heavy quickly.

“I love you Jeongin.” He took a deep breath in and melted into you more.

“I love you too y/n, more than I love myself. I always will.” You turned in his arms and nuzzled up into his chest, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep, Jeongin dozing off not long after you.

You woke up in the middle of the night with your ex’s screams echoing in your head. Jeongin had rolled over onto his other side after falling asleep, his broad back to you now. Your eyes started filling with tears. You had no control over it, the harder you tried to stop it the more they came, you just tried to keep quiet so that you didn’t wake Jeongin. As if you could control that either. You sniffled and wimpered and took a deep shuddering breath. Jeongin started to stir and turned over, squinting his sleepy fox like eyes trying to see you.

“Jagiya? Jagi?” You couldn’t get it together enough to speak instead you choked and started bawling.

“Hey hey! Come here my love, come here.” Jeongin pulled you close to him again, your head tucked under his chin resting against his chest. Once his strong arms were around you, your tears started to subside and then you stopped crying all together. Jeongin’s embrace, his touch was all that you needed. It was like you could feel all his love for you vibrating from his body into yours and it made you feel warm all over. You placed a chaste kiss against his chest and he took a satisfied breath, feeling your lips on his skin. You braced your hands against his torso and pressed another kiss to his chest, then another, and another as you started to travel up his neck. The breath Jeongin let out this time was deeper.

“Jagi... we don’t have t-” You cut him off, peppering more kisses across his jaw and then you softly kissed his lips.

“I know we don’t have to Innie, but I want to. I don’t want to feel scared anymore. I want to feel love, love me Jeongin... please.” He held your face in one hand and kissed you deeply.

“I’ll love you y/n, I’ll love you.” Jeongin rolled over on top of you, his arms caging you in under him. He kissed your forehead, your cheek, your nose and then your lips again. Claiming them, your cupid’s bow between Jeongin’s lips. His tongue slowly slid into your mouth, teasing, tasting, in no rush. He propped himself on one hand and reached down to trace his fingers through your folds. He started slowly circling around your clit and you took in a sharp breath. He shooshed you his lips still pushed against yours.

“Shh shh jagiya, I’ve got you.” His fingers slid back towards your entrance gathering your arousal, then rubbing your clit again, your slick precum aiding his movements. He started teasing your bundle of nerves faster and your breathing picked up as well.

“I-Innie... feels so good... don’t stop...” He continued circling his wet fingers around your clit kissing down your neck and across your collarbone.

“I won’t stop my love, let go for me, let me take you there...” His two fingers teased you faster rubbing back and forth and you came, softly panting out Jeongin’s name.

“Je-Jeongin Jeongin uh uh mmm I’m coming.” Your words were whispered against his lips and he kissed you as he worked you through your orgasm.

“Beautiful, fuck you’re so pretty when you cum for me like that. My beautiful angel.” When you could finally open your eyes again you saw Jeongin’s brown eyes staring back at you with a softness in them you’d never seen in anyone's eyes until you met him. He was propped over you on two hands again.

You reached down between you and grabbed his cock lining it up with your wet hole and pushed his tip inside you. Jeongin let out a soft moan, then put his weight on his elbows pressing your bodies together as he pushed into your plump pussy deeper. When he bottomed out inside you his tip brushed that little spot that made your whole body buzz and you moaned his name breathless.

“Innie... more...” He pulled out and pushed into you slow but deep.

“You want more jagiya? Hmm?” You nodded

“God yes, please Innie... m-more...” He pulled out and thrusted harder, just as deep then started a steady rhythm. One of his hands cupped your face and he kissed you as he kept pumping in and out, you were so wet for him, felt so good.

“You’re taking me so well beautiful, so well, do I make you feel good jagi?” You nodded looking into his eyes as Jeongin continued to make love to you.

“S-so s-so good Innie. Harder please fuck me harder.” Jeongin started snapping his hips into you harder, your bodies rubbing together, hands gripping, groping, massaging each other, no way to tell where one body stopped and the other started. Slow, deep and hard, that’s how Jeongin fucked you for what seemed like forever. Your orgasm crept up and washed over you like waves on the shore.

“huhuhuJeonginahuhuh...” You were panting his name out as he kept his pace up, reaching for his orgasm and extending yours.

“I’m gonna cum angel... fuck I’m gonna cum...” You nodded still breathless as your orgasm disappated. Jeongin pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed tightly as he continued to thrust into you deeply. He whispered.

“Can I cum inside you jagiya?” You nodded against his head biting your bottom lip. He forced his eyes open looking you deep in yours as his climax approached. You cupped his face and kissed him.

“Cum inside me Jeongin. Please, please cum inside me.” His head still rested against yours both of you panting, breathing in the others moans of pleasure, sharing the same air. The strangled moan Jeongin made as he looked into your eyes and came set your body on fire. You could feel his warm seed filling you as he pumped and twitched inside your cunt refusing to close his eyes, refusing to miss a second of your gorgeous face taking his cum.

“F-fuck fuck oh god y/n jagi... mmmm I’m coming. Do you feel me angel? Hmm? That’s my love.” Jeongin continued thrusting into you deep filling you with his cum while your pussy quivered around him at his words. He kept pumping you full.

“I love you...” He thrusted and kissed you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Every time punctuated by another deep thrust and kiss. Jeongin laid on top of you propped up looking down at you as his cock twitched one last time and he started to go soft inside you. He laid down on you completely wrapping his arms around your thick body, resting his head on your big soft breasts. He took a deep breath as he listened to your heartbeat return to normal. You wrapped your arms around him and twirled a piece of his hair, both of you basking in the after glow of your love making.

After a bit he propped himself over you again and cupped your cheek stroking it tenderly, he leaned down and pecked your lips sweetly and then he was looking at you like that again, that soft look as he caressed your face.

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linopls · 6 months

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kinktober day nineteen

spanking meandom!jeongin x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, mean dom innie, hard degration (bitch, slut), sex toys, unprotected p in v 0.6k words

“stop fucking squirming, bitch.”

a loud smack to your ass echos through the room. his large hand massages the red, burning skin. his other hand presses the vibrator harder against your clit.

“innie, too much!” you cry, trying to wiggle your hips free of his grasp.

jeongin has draped over your lap, for every hard smack you bite down on the fabric of his jeans. his right hand bounces between planting hard smacks to massaging the skin, his left is holding a vibrator on the highest setting to your clit, taking it off for every smack and pressing it hard against your aching bundle.

“innie, please let me cum!” you beg.

“i thought it was too much?” jeongin spits. “but it’s not enough to cum? you’re not making any sense, babe. have i gotten you to go stupid without having to take my cock out?”

you moan and whine at his words, grinding your hips down on the vibrator and biting down on his thigh. jeongin smacks his hand against your ass, harder than before. you whimper in pain and pleasure as tears start to form in your eyes.

“jeongin, please!” you cry out, clawing your nails on his lower legs.

“please, what?” you can hear the condescending smirk in his voice.

“need your cock, badly please.”

“since you asked so nicely,” jeongin coos. he wraps his arms underneath your body and stands up. he places you face down on the bed and pulls you by the ankles to the edge.

jeongin massages your ass with both hands and places a soft kiss to each cheek before pulling your hips back to meet his. you hear the sound of his belt and feel his member poke at your behind.

“are you ready, slut?” jeongin asks, pressing his tip to your entrance.

“mhm,” you nod, voice muffled by the sheets.

jeongin swiftly buries his cock deep inside of you and slaps your ass harshly again. you groan and bite down on the sheets. he begins to drill into you like an animal, the sound of skin slapping, him grunting, and your whimpers fill the room.

“so good!” you cry out, digging your nails into the sheets.

“yeah? like being treated like the slut you are?” another slap to your ass echoes through the room.

“g-gonna cum! please, can i cum?” you beg.

“so quick and easy aren’t you?” jeongin purrs, pressing his front against your back.

“please, please, please, can i cum?”

“let it go, baby,” jeongin whispers into your ear.

tears stream down your face as your orgasm washes over you. you whimper loudly as jeongin continues to pound into you, working towards his own release. your walls pulse around him and your release coats his thick cock, making it easier for jeongin to fuck into you. before long, you’re wailing as jeongin begins to overstimulate you.

“come on, baby. give me another,” jeongin coos.

you’ve gone numb at this point. your brain is foggy and you can’t think. you want nothing more than for jeongin to drill into you all night long, making you cum over and over again. jeongin’s thrusts become irregular and he groans deeper and louder and you know he’s getting close. you clench hard around his cock and fuck your hips back into him.

“feels so good, baby. will you come with me?” jeongin groans into your shoulder.

“mhm,” you whine.

“cum,” jeongin commands and it sends you over the edge again.

your back arches and your toes curl as you feel jeongin’s cock twitch and release deep inside you. the dirty squelching sounds of your mixing releases makes you cry into the sheets. jeongin continues to fuck you both through your orgasms until you’re kicking and prying him off of you.

“too much! too much, innie!” you wail and jeongin pulls out.

he helps you lay, back flat against the bed, and wraps his big arms around you. one of his hands finds your hair and he runs his fingers through it. the comforting aura allows you to easily drift off to sleep, feeling so protected and so full thanks to him.

i think about those pictures of jeongin way too much

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lovestay3 · 2 years

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Am I the only one who thinks about getting fuked by 3racha? That would be the roughest sex. Just imagine 3 hot men around you. Let's say that chan is in front of you, deep inside your pussy while caressing you left cheek and giving small kisses. Your head pressed to his chest and crying because of the stimulation.

Behind you is changbin. Trying to stimulate you clit so his thrust doesn't hurt. His other hand on your waist. He's traying so hard to not make you scream in that moment but all he wants is cum in your asshole.

To make it better, Han is just next to you. Caressing your hair, you feeling his hard dick on your right cheek. "You look so pretty, I bet your holes are so stretched that I can put my dick inside" his words making you wimpher and clenching your walls.

Chan's and changbin's moans make you wet. "Open wide princess" he ordered an you did. His dick disappearing into your mouth. You feel how it touches the back of your throat making you choke.

If it isn't heaven then I don't know what is it.

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bugeater101 · 1 year

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Y/N is a fashion designer who lives next to Jeongin the horny college boy Jeongin offered to be a male model for Y/N for which she gladly accepted, but little did he know that Y/N imagines him naked to design clothes for his crotch area and thighs. You are asking me how she knows? Well the poor boy wanted to touch himself so bad that he forgot that his window was open Y/N can see him clearly through her bedroom window

Word Count: 794

Taglist: @scribblemetae @mygsis, @9900z @taekbokki,@imtoooyoungforthisshit, @jihanlovic,

LITerally YOUR MIND ANON 💥💥💥 this has been in my inbox for like a month so I'm finally getting around to responding to it :) Thank you anon and sorry for the late response!

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Jeongin was always curious as to how your clothes fit him so well. He was still in college and was bound to grow or shrink here and there. Yet, your clothes always fit him perfectly: the oversize clothes hung just so over his lean figure while tight-fitting shirts cinched beautifully at his slim waist without strangling his muscular arms. It was like you were magic.

You weren't. You were just observant.

The clothes had originally fit slightly weirdly and justifiably so. Though you were a professional designer, you still had your faults and not every article of clothing could fit everybody perfectly. So, in the first few sessions where Jeongin modelled your designs, you adjusted the clothes with pins and clips before taking the photos, then marked his measurements to make sure that your designs fit properly the next time he was to model for you. And, inevitably, the clothes would still not fit absolutely perfectly.

Jeongin didn't mind, however. He just enjoyed being around you. You, whose hands would linger on him to shape his clothes and manipulate his body for the sake of art. He wouldn't be lying if he said it didn't turn him on as you tugged and pulled his clothes, begging them to fit better while he tried to think of anything but how your hands felt on him. You would fiddle with the seams and pin his clothes so they fit snugly, running your hands over his thighs and whispering at how good they would look if they would just fit right. Jeongin would practically shake under your touch. After each session, he would leave sweating and blushing, rushing home just to relieve himself. He would strip bare and let his skin breathe before fisting his cock and choking an orgasm out of his exhausted body. He thought of how you touched him, how you praised his poses, how you complimented his perfectly proportioned body, how your hands lingered a little too long on sensitive spots. Every session was like this: slightly-off clothing, lingering touches, and poor Jeongin thankful to finally be alone so he can cloud his mind with thoughts of you.

However, this all seemed to end on your tenth modelling session. At this session, Jeongin's clothes suddenly seemed to fit him perfectly. His shirt didn't smush his shoulders but was tight in all the right places and his pants practically held him. Though he missed the way your hands would run over his legs and crotch, trying to find where they could be better fitted, Jeongin was also so proud of you for making the perfect clothes for him. Somehow, you had broken through a creative or technical block or something and now every shirt, skirt, pair of pants, and jacket you handed him didn't just fit well, it fit perfectly to his body.

To him, it was magic. He didn't know how you did it and he decided not to say anything, thinking that it might've been a fluke and that the next session would be back to normal. But, when the next session came, the clothes fit perfectly again. Every session after, he was more amazed at how well they held him and how even the tightest fitting pants accommodated his "well-endowed" nature.

In his amazement, he would end every session with blushing compliments to you, telling you how talented you were and begging you to tell him how you were able to do it. But, like all magicians, you never revealed your secret. Plus, you didn't want him to know how you knew his body so well.

You didn't need Jeongin to know that you had started to notice he was fidgety after every session. You didn't need him to know that you could see the outline of his cock when his pants fit him too tightly and that there were precum stains on the lining of some of the pants after he soaked through his boxers, tarnishing the fabric. You didn't need him to know that you lived in the apartment building right across from his and that your studio was just your workspace. You certainly didn't need him to know that after every session, you had the pleasure of returning home to see him fuck himself dumb, swearing you could hear his moans through the glass as he came.

Little did you know that Jeongin had secrets of his own. Just as you had your own voyeuristic secrets, he had some too. Jeongin didn't need to tell you that he didn't volunteer to be your model simply out of his goodwill, he just hadn't been able to get you out of his mind since he saw you touching yourself from his apartment window all those weeks ago.

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causeilikelix · 9 months

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Inked - Yang Jeongin Smut

↳Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yang Jeongin x afab reader

↳Words: 6.5k READ on my AO3 HERE

↳Warnings: SMUT, oral (f. receiving), reader gets a tattoo so mentions of needles and some blood but not in a sexual sense, softdom!Jeongin, suggestive, not full sex,

↳Summery: Starting at the age of 21, the search for your soulmate begins. Once you find them, you know by first touch. At that very first touch the intense carnal urge to consummate the union overwhelms you. You don't expect to find your soulmate in the man you chose to do your very first tattoo. And he, well, he wasn't expecting to stay after closing time but the second he sees you he can't complain.

↳Taglist: @letsmpuppy, @siewoon, @magical-butterflies, @ohmy-moonlightx, @junebug032, @giyusatorou, @skzfelixlove, @kittkat44, @nap-of-a-starr, @ventitto, @blankdyean, @lethallyprotected, @poisonivy21, @nobody3210, @chuuswifereal, @hisokasimp1

↳Notes: The first installment of my soulmate smut au series! Enjoy.

“THANKS, MAN, I really like it! You do great work!” The man thanked Jeongin with a strong handshake that made the glossy new motorcycle tattoo on his bicep flex.

“Anytime.” Jeongin flashed him a smile that dented one of the dimples in his cheeks.

“Let me know when your books open again, okay? I already have ideas for my next one!” The man handed Jeongin a wad of cash. He quickly counted it out and thanked the man for the generous tip before sending him on his way.

Once the man left the small shop, Jeongin sat down hard on his stool and let out a colossal yawn. The time on the clock indicated that it was well past closing time but he had to finish up the piece he was working on. Now all he had to do was clean up his space and disinfect his tools and he could go home and pass out. As the only person in his small studio, he could set his own hours but he still had to do enough pieces a week to keep the lights on.

It also meant that he didn’t have time to finish the sleeve on his arm that he was working on. When he wore an athletic tank top like he was today, you could see swirling patterns of ink starting at his shoulder and down to his elbow. He had a few tattoos on his other hand and forearm but not one single sleeve. It was only a matter of time but he barely had any to speak of.

Speaking of time, he had to get cleaned up.

Jeongin rose to his aching feet and started to disinfect the chair where his clients sat. He wiped it down thoroughly and made sure to get a few dried droplets of ink and blood off the seat. Tattooing was messy work, to say the least.

Next he gathered all of his tools and threw them into a warm bath of disinfectant. While those soaked, he figured he should mop so he wouldn’t have to suffer doing it last. He made his way to the back to prepare the mop water when he heard the bell over the door jingle. He cringed, realizing that he had forgotten the most important thing about closing the tattoo parlor. He’d forgotten to actually flip the sign and lock the door.

Damn.

Jeongin turned around and headed back into the main shop. He ran his hands through his mussed hair and sighed. He didn’t want to deal with asking whoever it was to leave but he had to sleep sometimes.

“I’m sorry, but I’m actually closed up for the day and-” Jeongin started to explain but he stopped dead in his tracks when he laid his eyes on you.

You stood in the entryway to the shop with your wide eyes taking in the art examples hung all over the shop walls. You gripped the strap of your small bag so tightly that your knuckles were about to turn white. You were wearing the world's cutest little white pleated skirt that hugged your curves and your thighs and that stopped mid-thigh, a blush pink blouse, and a cream and pink patterned button-up sweater that brought the whole look together. A soft blush adorned your cheeks.

The skirt hugged your thighs beautifully, accentuating your legs and making them look long. The blouse cupped your full breasts tenderly and let just a bit poke out through the top. They heaved when you drew breath and his eyes flicked down to them without even thinking about it. Your arms hugged your body a little bit, perhaps for warmth or maybe just to calm your trembling nerves. This action helped push your breasts up a little more. Your makeup was lightly done with soft pinks and creams while your lip tint was a stunning cherry red.

Jeongin just about broke.

How did someone as sweet as you end up in a place like this?

“How can I help you?” Jeongin asked instead. He could stay open a little longer.

“Oh, um… I’m sorry, if you’re closed then I’ll just-” You made a move as if you were going to leave, but Jeongin couldn’t let you. Not yet.

“No, I’m not closed yet! Is there something I can do for you?” Jeongin smiled warmly at you, which he hoped would entice you to stay. He had so many questions.

“I… well…”

You eyed him up and down, your mouth watering slightly at the sight of him in tight black skinny jeans and a workout top that left relatively little to the imagination. His black hair was in a fluffy black mop that covered his eyes a little, but it was parted just enough to show off his eyebrow piercing.

“I want a tattoo.” Your voice came out stronger than you expected it to.

“A tattoo? Of what?” Jeongin’s gaze raked down your body, wondering just what you wanted to put where on your pristine, untouched skin. He could already imagine all of the artwork he wanted to put onto your body.

He inched his way closer to you, akin to the way a tiger stalks its prey. His slender fox-like eyes raked over you and you let out a small gasp as if he was actually touching you. Rather than shrinking back, like most prey would, you shifted half a step closer.

You had no idea why you were drawn to his shop in the first place. You had other options lined up in case this one didn’t work out, but his style called to you somehow. When you first laid eyes on him, it was like it made sense for his art to belong to him. You couldn’t explain why you wanted to be close to him, but your body ached for him to be near.

“Oh, um…” you fumbled in your bag for your phone to present him with the picture. You’d worked hard to pick something out that would be simple and beautiful, even though it was a stark contrast from the artwork on the walls.

To say the least, you had no idea why someone would want to tattoo a naked woman on themselves but she certainly was artfully done.

“I was hoping for something simple like…” You pulled up the picture and tilted the screen so he could see it. Jeongin tore his eyes away from your face to your phone screen, which displayed a simple flower design that included some simple geometric shapes all interwoven through a crescent moon. “The, um, the flower is a violet. It’s my mother’s birth flower, so…”

You stumbled over your words a little and cursed yourself silently for getting so flustered. Your ears burned and you wondered if it was hot in here or if it was just him.

Jeongin smirked as he took in your form and he couldn’t help himself. To hell with the hours. The design was simple enough and shouldn’t take long anyway. Besides, he had to figure out why a young and innocent girl would come to a place like this.

“Looks great. What’s your budget?” Jeongin should have cared, but he didn’t.

“Oh, um… I want to stay under two-hundred, if that’s okay.”

“I can do it for a flat hundred. Sound good?” He grinned and tilted his head at you, reminding you of a young puppy or an eager schoolboy. The muscles in his shoulders and arms were an obvious reminder that he was neither.

“Um, yeah. Perfect. We can schedule a time or-”

“Wanna get started now? I gotta finish cleaning my equipment but we can do it now if you want.”

“Now?” You gaped at him, “Like… right this second?”

“Don’t you want it? I mean, my schedule is pretty full at the moment and I don’t think I’ll have an opening for another month or two unless there’s a cancellation. I have time right now, so do you wanna go for it?”

“Oh, um, if you’re busy then don’t worry about it! I can come back another time or ask through the proper channels or-”

“Nonsense. If you’ve thought about it long enough and you’re sure then let’s go for it, yeah?”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

Jeongin nodded towards your phone again, signaling for you to show him the image once more. He hummed thoughtfully for a few minutes as he thought about how he could possibly draw out the visit.

Jeongin didn’t have a soulmate yet, but he figured to hell with it. Surely that was something made up by the media to get them to sell romcoms. Sure, he wondered if the draw he had to you was due to that but he’d been drawn to other people before without the carnal urge to fuck them into the next century.

Maybe he was just curious. He wondered if the small bit of cleavage that peeked out of your top was on purpose to entice him or just a happy accident. Either way, he loved it.

“Forty-five minutes tops. An hour if you want me to be particular about the shading.” Jeongin shrugged.

“Oh… okay, let’s do it!” You nodded confidently and the small amount of innocent enthusiasm you displayed went straight to his dick.

“Great. Why don’t you email that image to me so I can make a trace of it and fill out my liability agreement while I finish cleaning the equipment.” Jeongin made his way over to the desk near the front to grab his drawing tablet and an extra one for you.

“Okay!”

You obediently followed his instructions and emailed the picture to the address he gave you. He prepped the small tablet with the paperwork and set it on the counter for you. He didn’t dare touch you yet. The suspense would kill him at this rate.

“Have a seat in the chair and I’ll be ready with the stencil in about fifteen minutes, okay?” Jeongin gestured for you to sit in the navy leather chair to wait for him.

You followed his suggestion and got settled. Jeongin stared down at the email from you on his tablet, taking particular interest in the signature at the bottom. It was clearly automatic but it gave your name and your contact information, including your cell phone number. He made a mental note to ask for it later. He didn’t wanna use it without your permission, but he also wanted to ask you out properly so he’d have to ask you for it.

He couldn’t be the only one feeling the attraction, right?

As he worked on cleaning off his equipment, he couldn’t help but think back to your precious pink cheeks and your perfect thighs which he was about to mark as his own. Something about the idea of him leaving something on your skin forever made his jeans grow a little tighter. Sure, he wanted to leave so many hickies and bite marks that you couldn’t wear shorts for a month, but those would fade with time. The ink that he was about to put on your skin would be there forever. Even if you didn’t end up being his soulmate, you’d always have something of his to remember him by.

Once his tools were clean, Jeongin got to work on drawing your tattoo. He doodled on his tablet to make sure that the lines were clean and that he had some room for error if need be. He was good at his job and he hadn’t made a mistake in many years, but it was still important to have a failsafe. Also, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to concentrate when he finally got to be close to your thighs.

For a moment, he considered handing you off to another tattoo shop. Maybe his attraction to you would cloud his judgment. However, when you set the tablet down and settled back in the chair, he knew it was way too late.

“Alright, one more decision to make,” Jeongin made his way back over to you and plopped down on a nearby rolling stool. He moved a little closer, but not close enough to where your knees would brush.

“What’s that?”

“How big do you want it? The smallest I could do would be about…” he lifted his hands to demonstrate, “this but I can go as big as you want.”

“Oh, um,” you glanced down at your thigh and he followed your gaze. He licked his lips at the sight of your legs on full display for him. All he wanted was to be squeezed between them as he rode you through your umteenth orgasm of the night. Something about that damn skirt drove him crazy. “About the size you have there is okay.”

“Perfect, I’ll print out the stencil and we’ll be good to go!”

Jeongin stood up and made a beeline for the counter at the front of the store. He began the printing process and in the meantime he went to the front door and flipped the sign to “closed.” White he was at it, he also shut off the neon sign in the window. He thought about locking the door but figured that you would feel safer with it unlocked.

You, however, would have been okay with anything.

From the moment you stepped into the shop, it was like lightning struck you to your place. As soon as you laid eyes on him you knew that you’d come to the right place. First of all, his work was immaculate. His style was exactly what you were looking for. However as soon as you saw the artist himself, it was as if you were glued to the ground. He was positively, show stoppingly gorgeous. He spoke with a slight Busan accent, which you found incredibly endearing. His face was boyishly cute but his entire demeanor made up for that. He looked as if he wanted to eat you alive and you would probably let him.

You’d be the first to say you weren’t the most innocent person in the world. Many people only ever slept with their soulmates, but not you. You didn’t have a soulmate, but you still felt sexual urges on occasion. You’d only slept with a couple of people, but even at the time both of you knew that it wasn’t right. The sex was nice, but it wasn’t soulmate sex. According to your best friend, who’d somehow lucked out and found her soulmate the day she turned 21, soulmate sex was unmatched.

You could only hope that was true.

Watching Jeongin walk around the shop was torture. His skin practically glowed in the dim lights of the shop and the fluorescent lights from the signs on the window. His muscles flexed as he worked on the stencil and your mouth watered at the sight. How had you landed the hottest tattoo artist in the city on the first try?

Before you’d settled on his shop, you’d followed a bunch of different tattoo shops in order to gauge the different styles. You’d looked for months to try and decide which artist would be the best. That being said, the moment you came across Jeongin’s Instagram, you knew immediately that you loved his style.

However, now you were liking something else about him entirely.

Jeongin strode over to you with the stencil in hand. He shot you a boyish smile that somehow looked sinful coming from him.

“Where do you want it?” He asked.

Using one foot, he pulled up a rolling stool right next to the tattooing chair and he plopped down right next to her. He held the stencil between his thumbs and forefingers, waiting for her to give him instruction.

“Oh, right here.” You lifted the hem of your skirt slightly and Jeongin’s eyes greedily followed the motion. You used two hands to show him where you wanted it to be.

Then came the moment of truth.

Was this incredible man your soulmate? Or was he destined to just be your tattoo artist?

Jeongin leaned in closer and carefully lined up the stencil with where you wanted it. Slowly, he lowered his hands towards your skin. He glanced up at you as if to ask if you wanted him to touch you. Your skin practically ached for his touch and you involuntarily lifted your leg to be closer. Even if Jeongin wasn’t your soulmate, you knew there was something between you.

The back of his knuckle grazed your thigh.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, your core throbbed. Hard.

It was him. This man was your soulmate.

Jeongin’s hands wavered but he slowly pressed the stencil onto your skin and carefully smoothed it out. The pads of his fingers ran across the skin of your thigh, slowly mapping out the smoothness of your skin. He bit back a gasp as his jeans tightened. Both of his palms rested on your thigh now, under the guise of smoothing down the stencil but he knew better.

Arousal licked up his spine and turned his ears bright red. His cock strained desperately in his underwear, begging him to push it into the space between your legs. The veins in his hands twitched as he gripped your thigh. He bit down on his tongue to keep from shoving you down on the chair and taking you right that very second. He just knew that you would feel perfect. However, he had to be professional.

As gently as he could, Jeongin pulled the stencil back to reveal the rich purple ink staining your skin. He stared at the design on your leg for a few long seconds before forcing himself to look up at you and he about came in his pants.

You stared down at him with hooded eyes and blown out pupils. Your glossy lips were parted as they eyed him up. The arousal between your legs pulsed in waves. You squeezed your knees together in an effort to keep some dignity. After your shower this morning, you’d gotten dressed in a rush and forgot one of the most important articles of clothing. The one that was the barrier between you and the outside world. The one that should be between you and the man, your soulmate, who was about to tattoo your skin.

Moments too late, you realized you’d neglected to put on panties.

The space between your legs began to feel sticky. Jeongin made no move to look away from you.

“Is the placement okay?” Jeongin’s voice sounded strained but he still managed to hold eye contact. Your eyes flicked down to the ink once more. It looked fine to you, so you nodded. Jeongin smirked. “Come on, darling, use your words.”

“Yes, it’s great.” You blurted. The space between your bodies was too vast. In reality it was maybe two feet but in your mind it was like there were football fields between you.

“Come on, you have to really look at it. After all, it’s going to be on your skin forever.” Jeongin cocked his head at you.

Surely he was feeling the same brutal arousal as you, right? Surely he understood what that meant, right? You wanted to scream at him.

WE’RE SOULMATES! FUCK ME ALREADY!

But his gaze left you glued to his seat. Suddenly, you were ready to follow orders.

You tore your gaze away from his to look down at your thigh. The purple ink stained your skin in a bold preview of the tattoo you wanted. The placement genuinely looked okay to you. After probably the longest five seconds of your life, you looked back up.

“It looks great. Let’s do it.”

“Awesome, ready to get started?”

You stared at him for a few seconds, willing your throat to cooperate.

“Yes.”

“Perfect.”

“What’s your name?” You blurted. You knew him solely by his Instagram handle, which was his shop name but you couldn’t remember your own soulmate's name. He only grinned.

“Jeongin. And yours?”

“Y/N.”

“What a beautiful name, Y/N.” Jeongin moved away from you just long enough to put on some blue latex gloves and some other supplies. “Since this is your first tattoo I’m going to just do one of the smaller stars first. If you don’t think you’re up for it after that, we can stop there, no judgment.”

“Okay.” Your voice shook and you wondered just how he was staying so composed.

On the contrary, Jeongin was so painfully hard that he was worried he’d cum if he moved the wrong way and applied just the right amount of friction.

However, he shifted in his seat and prepared the tattoo gun. He put on a pair of rubber gloves and leaned over your thigh. He swallowed heavily before he placed his palm on your upper thigh. As gently as he could, he placed the tip of the gun against the outline of one of the smaller stars on the design. You winced when the needle began to do it’s thing, but didn’t stop him. He gently traced the first small line of the tattoo before pulling away.

“How was that?” Jeongin asked you, but he couldn’t look at you in case his voice would quiver.

“Stings but… I can take it.” You chose your words carefully. Jeongin tensed.

“You can take it, huh?” Jeongin’s grip on your thigh tightened. Your core clenched around nothing.

With that, Jeongin got right back to work. He traced the pattern with his tattoo gun as slowly as possible. Partially to draw out the visit but also to give you room if you needed to twitch or adjust. Getting a tattoo for the first time was no joke, and while he wanted you to sit in his chair as long as possible, he also wanted your first tattoo experience to be as minimally traumatic as possible. He had to remain as professional as humanly possible.

However, that’s when he smelled it.

Or to be more accurate, that’s when he smelled you.

It was as if his sense of smell was heightened with his arousal, or maybe it was because your arousal was so strong. Either way, when you shifted in your seat he got a strong whiff of it and if anything it made him harder. The scent was so rich and sweet and it took everything in him not to part your legs and stick his face between them.

His large palm squeezed your thigh gently, and in response you squeezed your thighs together. With the realization that you were getting wetter and wetter with each passing second, you were determined to keep your legs locked shut so Jeongin couldn’t sense your arousal, but he had other plans.

“Relax your thighs a little, darling,” his tantalizing voice shot up your spine, “I can’t tattoo if you’re all tensed up.”

“Shouldn’t we talk about this?” You blurted suddenly. He blinked in surprise at you and your face flushed with embarrassment. Maybe you’d gotten it all wrong.

“Talk about what? Your tattoo? I’ve already started but we can certainly-”

“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t feel anything right now?”

Jeongin’s shocked expression slowly melted into a smirk. He squeezed your thigh tightly and pulled your leg towards him. Your legs parted and exposed you to the chilly air of the tattoo shop. The cold air licked up your core and you shivered.

“Keep your pretty legs open for me while I mark you and maybe I’ll give you what I want,” Jeongin challenged as if his dick wasn’t throbbing in his underwear.

“I- what?” Your face flushed with embarrassment at the idea of being exposed to him, but at the same time you had a feeling that if you closed your legs he wouldn’t give you what you wanted.

Jeongin got back to work. One hand gently massaged your thigh when he wasn’t wiping away excess ink. The tattoo gun stung as he traced the design, but you could barely feel it over the wet throbbing in your core. You were positive that the inside of your thighs and the chair beneath you were doused in your slick. You tried desperately to appear normal but you needed him inside you, like, yesterday.

It became increasingly clear that Jeongin knew exactly what was going on. The more you watched him, the more you should see him shifting in his seat to try and conceal the massive bulge in his jeans. Deciding to test the waters a little bit, you spread your knees apart a little more.

Jeongin had to pause and take a deep breath to keep himself composed. The scent of your arousal was driving him absolutely mad and he was ready to get rid of the idea of having your tattoo take as long as possible. Now he wanted it done as soon as possible so he could put his fingers inside you and let your taste coat his mouth. He wanted to drink you up until you were shaking.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby,” Jeongin praised once he was halfway done. He wiped the tattoo with a damp paper towel to get rid of some of the excess ink. Your thigh was a little swollen but that was to be expected. Your skirt fell delicately just enough to cover your core from him.

“So you do know who I am?” Your voice came out strained. The more he touched you the more turned on you got. You wondered if the entire shop smelled of your pussy.

“Of course I do, angel. I knew it from the second you walked in here. Do you need a break?” Jeongin cocked his head innocently once more.

“N-no. I want you to be done soon.”

“Why’s that, Y/N baby?”

Yeah, you were done for. Any and all proprietary got thrown out the window.

“I need you inside me immediately.” You couldn’t believe you’d just spoken that way to a stranger, but your pussy wanted what it wanted.

“Then I’d better get back to work, huh? I’m eager to see what’s mine.”

With that, Jeongin went back to it. The sting of the needle and the blood didn’t bother you. You had no idea how you could still be so wet while being in that kind of pain. You didn’t think you were a masochist, but something about Jeongin made it seem normal.

You wanted to cry and beg for him to fuck you already, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t if you acted desperate.

Instead you let out a pathetic whimper when a particularly empty clench made you shiver. Jeongin paused and raised an eyebrow in question but you nodded to assure him that you were okay. The tattoo wasn’t causing you any pain at this point. The ache between your legs rivaled any and all pain you’d experienced thus far.

The only sounds in the shop were the buzzing of the tattoo gun and your heavy breathing as you tried to get your arousal under control. You had a feeling you’d cum the moment he finally touched you. If he finally touched you.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby. Keep your legs open, I want the chair to be soaking before I even give you my tongue.” You shivered. “Oh, you’d like that, huh? I bet you’ll taste even better than you smell. Your pussy is already crying for me.”

“Are you almost done?” You asked and Jeongin tsked at you and pulled the tattoo gun away from your skin to wipe at the raw tattoo.

“You’re so impatient. Do I need to teach you the rules?”

“Wh-what are the rules?”

“The rules are that you sit still, legs open, and you don’t touch yourself. When I’m done and if you’re good, maybe then I’ll give you my fingers, got it? And I am going to take as long as I want to get this pretty tattoo done for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Already so obedient,” Jeongin smirked, but dropped the facade for a moment to reassure you, “If you need a break just tell me, okay? Tattooing can be hard.”

“Got it.” You nodded, letting him know that he could get started again. You were glad that, despite the dominance he was showing, he would give you a break if you wanted.

However, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t need one. From your perspective, it looked to be almost finished but you weren’t the artist. You had no way of knowing when he would be done. Especially since it was explicitly clear to you now that he wanted to take his sweet time with you.

A particularly sharp stab of the needle made you wince but you didn’t tap out. At this point you needed literally any kind of friction to soothe the pounding in your core. You could feel your heartbeat in your pussy. Your parted legs were a window into you and your smell overpowered the tiny shop.

You thought this couldn’t get any worse. That was, until Jeongin started speaking. His voice sounded sweet and boyish but his words were anything but.

“Baby, you smell absolutely divine. I can’t wait to shove my tongue into you and drink up your sweetness. I can’t wait to see your sweet, tight pussy. I need to be inside you so bad but I gotta make you feel good first. Baby, you’re mine forever.” You clenched at this, hard. Jeongin smirked at this. “You like that, my love? You like the idea of being mine forever? Angel, your little pussy is mine.”

You were reduced to a whining, whimpering mess at his words. You wanted to slip your fingers beneath your skirt and through your folds. You figured that even the smallest touch would send you over the edge. The desire and need you had for him was going to drive you crazy.

“Please,” you begged and Jeongin smirked.

“Please, what, my love?”

“Please touch me or let me touch myself. I need it.”

“You need it? Sounds desperate. Are you desperate for me?”

“Yes! I’m so desperate for you! I need your fingers! I need your tongue. I need your cock, please!”

Your hand slipped down to grab the hem of your skirt. The tips of your fingers grazed your soaking folds and you moaned on contact. Rules be damned, you needed relief and you needed it now. The tip of your finger prodded your swollen hole.

“What did I say?” Jeongin pushed your hand away, “The tattoo is almost done. Be patient or your slutty little hole gets nothing. Do you even know what your body is craving so badly? Have you ever had anyone else in you before?”

“No! I swear, no one else has ever touched me. But… I know what I want.” Your eyes darted to the tent in his pants and your mouth watered. Jeongin smirked.

“Perfect. Then you’re all mine to ruin.”

A shiver ripped down your spine at his words.

After what felt like an eternity, the buzzing of the tattoo needle stopped. Jeongin wiped the tattoo a few more times, cleaned it, then applied a thin plastic protective film over it. Every single touch of his hands on you made your body ache for more. At this rate, you wondered if people could die from lack of touch.

Once the film was applied, Jeongin tore his gloves off and raced to wash his hands. He sat back on his stool almost before you’d realized he was gone.

“I’d go over tattoo aftercare but I can barely think right now,” Jeongin admitted, swinging the stool around so he was sitting directly in front of you, “Y/N, baby, tell me this is okay. I want you so badly but I won’t do anything if you say no.”

“If you don’t touch me right this instant, I’ll die.” Your declaration made him chuckle.

Then, his hands were on you. Without the gloves, the feeling of his skin on yours was borderline orgasmic. His veiny hands grabbed your knees tightly and pressed down, forcing your legs open even more. His gaze dropped from your eyes, down your body, to the hollow space between your legs. It was barely covered by the thin material of your skirt but it was still like he was exposing you to the world.

His hands moved up your legs, massaging your thighs along the way with deep presses and firm squeezes. His eyes darkened the moment his nimble fingers flipped up your skirt and revealed your glistening core to him.

“Y/N, baby, you’re so wet I think I’ll drown.” Jeongin’s voice dropped an octave. You could only whine and lift your hips up a little to entice him closer.

“Jeongin, please, please touch me.” You begged shamelessly. He smirked at your neediness.

“Next time I’ll punish you for being needy, but this time I’ll reward you for being so patient while you got that tattoo.”

Jeongin’s hands landed on your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hands closer, rubbing small circles as he inched closer to where you needed him the most. Then, his fingertips grazed against your swollen hole and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He circled upwards until he found your clit. He knew he found it when you gasped and your knees opened a little bit more. The second his finger made contact with your clit, intense sparks of pleasure shot through your veins.

He rubbed in tantalizingly slow circles and you had half a mind to knock his hand out of the way to get off yourself. You could feel your heartbeat in your pussy with how badly you needed him.

Finally he moved his hand back down to your entrance and prodded it with his index finger. He smirked when you moaned and pushed your hips up. Then, he finally pushed his long digit into you and your core clenched onto him hard.

“Oh baby, does that feel good? You like it when I finger you?” Jeongin cooed and he pressed a second finger into your dripping cunt, “I can’t take it anymore.”

Before you could register his words, Jeongin was shifting. He pressed his free hand to the inside of your knee for stability as he leaned down and latched his mouth onto your glistening folds. He sucked you into his mouth, slurping on your juices and moaning at the taste. His lips latched onto your clit and sucked.

You could feel his smirk against you as you moaned freely. He played and pleasured your cunt as if he’d been doing it all his life. He curled his fingers within you just the right amount as he searched for the gummy spot inside of you. It didn’t take him long before the pad of his finger pressed into it and you let out a sob.

“Please, please, please,” you begged, though your brain was too clouded to remember what you were begging for.

Jeongin lifted his head from your cunt to chide you, “Aw, baby, are you already drunk on my fingers? I haven’t even given you my cock yet. What do you want, angel?”

“Cu- cu, I wanna,” you lifted your hips a little to entice him back to your center. Jeongin leaned down to lap gently at your clit and you moaned at the pleasure that ripped up your spine.

“I want to give you what you want, so just tell me, baby.”

“Cum! I wanna cum!”

“You wanna cum? How?” He tilted his head innocently as if his chin wasn’t dripping in your arousal.

“In your mouth. On your tongue. Please, please!” You cried. Your hand reached up to curl into his hair as you guided him back to your center.

You were sure Jeongin would punish you later for touching him without permission, but right now he needed this as much as you did. Jeongin’s lips latched right back onto your sensitive clit and got right back to work.

He licked and sucked on the sensitive bud like his life depended on it. Jeongin’s eyes slipped closed as he let your taste overwhelm his mouth. Every gush of arousal on his fingers made his dick harder and harder. He was sure he would blow untouched. He removed his fingers from the depths of your core and you started to whine at the loss but he made up for it by immediately shoving his tongue into you and lapping up every single drop of arousal.

The warm, wet muscle inside of you wiggled and sucked at your dripping hole. Jeongin ate you as if he’d never tasted anything so good in his life, and to be honest he probably hadn’t. He wanted to savor every moment between your legs, and as much as he wanted to eat you out until the sun came up, he also needed to cum. Like now. But you had to cum first.

He pressed lightly just above your clit to push the bundle of nerves out a little bit. Once it was exposed to the air, he suffocated it with his lips. He latched on and sucked like his life depended on it. Every suck and every lick got you closer and closer to the edge.

He moaned into your cunt and the vibrations made you shiver. Your core began to clench and spasm around nothing. Almost as if he could tell, he plunged his fingers back into you. The friction of his fingers and the suction of his mouth overwhelmed you but in the best way.

You meant to warn him, you really did, but your orgasm grew and crashed over you before you could even register what was happening. You moaned louder than you had all night and the grip you had on his head tightened. Your cunt clenched and rippled around his fingers and he moaned as he drank up your release. Pleasure pulsed through your body in waves. Your cunt sucked his fingers deeper into you as he worked you through the most intense orgasm of your life.

All of the ones you’d done yourself were nothing compared to how Jeongin made you feel.

Despite the sharp pang of overstimulation, Jeongin kept sucking at your folds and at your hole to get every single taste of your orgasm that he could.

It wasn’t long before the pleasure began to mount again and a second orgasm washed over you as Jeongin tenderly lapped at your cunt. The second orgasm was less intense but it left you empty and craving even more of him.

“Cock,” you announced and he pulled away from your cunt and raised an eyebrow at you.

“What?”

“Please, I’m so empty, I need your cock,” you couldn’t believe the bold words that were coming out of your mouth, but Jeongin didn’t hesitate.

“You want my cock? You think you can take it?” Jeongin removed himself from you and sat back. The outline of his thick cock showed right through his tight pants. You salivated at the sight.

“Please,”

“Very well then,” Jeongin rose to his feet and began to undo his belt and the zipper on his pants, “Alright, soulmate, let's have some fun, then.”

One thing was for sure. If your cunt felt even half as good as it tasted, Jeongin would never let you go. Thank goodness for Soulmates.

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