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#jeongin smut
changbinlov3r · 21 hours
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College jock | Y.J.
Pairing: I.N. x afab!reader
Genre: fluff, smut
Words count: 791
THIS AND ALL MY CONTENTS ARE +18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!
A/N: okay, why the hell did I stumble upon these pictures and jock Jeongin was the first thing that came to my mind? Like, my boy is looking good asf
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College jock Jeongin who's not interested in anything but football, if he could he would stay training on the field all day.
College jock Jeongin who's forced to go to classes just so he won't bomb on all the subjects and get taken out of the team.
College jock Jeongin who sees you in social studies class, totally concentrated in something he doesn't give a fuck about.
College jock Jeongin who, for the first time, is interested in something other than football, that something being you.
College jock Jeongin who doesn't struggle so much to wake up to go to classes anymore, knowing he'll get to see you.
College jock Jeongin who scoffs at his friends when they say you always reject anyone that tries to hit on you, not believing you can resist him.
College jock Jeongin who's shocked when you tell him you're not interested in going out with anyone, much less someone like him.
College jock Jeongin who makes his new goal to actually woo you and his first win is when he manages to get your number from someone in your class.
College jock Jeongin who texts you first thing in the morning, a picture of himself in the mirror asking you if he should wear those clothes.
College jock Jeongin who gets upset that you don't answer him but at least you don't block him.
College jock Jeongin who reminds you to eat and drink water, who texts you good morning, good night and asks how your day is going.
College jock Jeongin who feels too happy about the smile you give him in the mornings when you see him in class.
College jock Jeongin who feels strangely attracted to you — someone who rejected him, every time you're in the same place as him, his eyes following you like a magnet.
College jock Jeongin who asks you out one more time, expecting a no again but being surprised by a positive answer.
College jock Jeongin who takes you to dinner in a nice restaurant, makes jokes just to hear your sweet laugh and feels so much more enchanted by you as he walks you to your door.
College jock Jeongin who leans closer to kiss you on the cheek but receives a peck on the lips followed by you hiding your face behind your hands while you give him goodnight.
College jock Jeongin who feels his heart beating like a hammer in his chest, even though it was just a peck on the lips, just like that he knows he's whipped.
College jock Jeongin who asks you to be his girlfriend one week after going out with you for the first time, not able to hold back anymore and confessing to you.
College jock Jeongin who proudly walks down the college halls, holding your hand and showing everyone he managed to get the girl.
College jock Jeongin who's so nervous the first time he meets your parents, shakily giving your father a handshake and flowers to your mother.
College jock Jeongin who enchants your family the same way you did to him, making them love him and seizing the opportunity to ask for a picture of you when your family is showing him your childhood photo albums.
College jock Jeongin who convinces your parents to let you two sleep in the same room, smiling brightly at them with his innocent face and making them believe he wouldn't do anything disrespectful in your childhood room.
College jock Jeongin who makes you dry hump on him, feeling your warmth hugging his covered cock while he covers your mouth telling you to keep quiet so your family won't hear you.
College jock Jeongin who doesn't like when other men approach you, coming around and sliding his arm possessively around you.
College jock Jeongin who makes you suck him off in the locker room, at the risk of anyone coming in, just because he needs you to reassure him that he's the only one you want.
College jock Jeongin who took his time before you two had your first time, making it romantic so you'll never forget about that night. He has to hold himself back as he fucks you nice and slowly, listening to your muffled moans like it's music to his ears.
College jock Jeongin who eats you out after he came inside you, tasting himself and drunkenly enjoying the juices that come out of your cunt, even though you're telling him you can't take it anymore.
College jock Jeongin who calls you in the middle of the class just so he can fuck you behind the bleachers while his team is training and suddenly football is not as important to him anymore now that he has you.
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jeongin-lvr · 3 days
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I have a veryyyy strong feeling that Jeongin is a bit of a perv (and by a bit I mean massive). He does the nasty stuff; jerking off into your panties when you’re not home, spraying your perfume on his pillow that he’s gonna hump when you’re asleep in the other room. He thinks of you when his cock gets hard and he wishes so badly you could come and suck him off. Jeongin is so closeted about it though… you would never know your sweet roommate who bought you stuffies and held your hand when crossing the street was also stuffing his mouth with your worn panties to keep his moans down as he fucked his hand. Maybe your innocence drives him mad— would you call him nasty if you ever caught him in the act? Or would you offer to help him with the same level of perversion in your sweet voice? He’s left to wonder every night when he feels extra horny, listening to you in the other room doing nothing in particular.
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thefantasyden · 1 day
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hi hi, u wanted to request first the bdsm drabbles! Could you do Seungmin x Jeongin x Reader (threesome) with a Sub reader. With “Bff member(s) are curious about something and asks you, and could the phrase be “you were always mine/ours”? thank you 🫶🏾
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"So what do we do next?" Jeongin mumbles from between your thighs where he sits patiently beside Seungmin, both of them staring up at you with sparkling eyes. Your core was laid bare in front of them, ripe for the taking.
"Just use your tongues. Come on, you know how to give head!"
Seungmin whines at you, earning a slap to his thigh from Jeongin, who doesn't hesitate to lean in, draping your thighs over his shoulder as he mouths at your clit.
Seungmin is quick to follow, his own tongue meetin Jeongins as the two cover your already dripping pussy with their saliva, Jeongins fingers joining the mix as he presses two of them deep inside you, massaging against your gspot.
They only last so long lapping at your clit before Jeongin is pushing you back onto the couch, pausing only to seek your approval before pressing his cock into you, the stretch causing you to squeeze around him as you're distracted by Seungmins own cock meeting your lips, his sweet voice urging you to open your mouth for him.
"Look at you." Jeongin moans in awe, staring down at your face as he rolls his hips into yours. "You're being so good to us."
You're whimpering around Seungmins length, drool dripping down your chin as he begins to thrust into your mouth like he was desperate to see how much you could take.
"It's like you were made for us, hm?"
You moan your agreement and are rewarded with greedy hands groping at your hips and chest as your boys slowly lose the small amount of self-control they had when you'd started your experiment.
Jeongin has a cocky smirk plastered across his face when your hand meets his thigh, your fingers digging in to his flesh.
"You were always ours."
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skz when you say “i love you” for the first time.. and it’s in bed
pairing: ot8 x reader
genre: soft smut. mostly sweet and fluffy.
word count: ~2.9k
warnings: general soft smut, oral, fingering (on my jeongin hand kink bs again), pet names, seungmin is kinda rough, i think that’s all?
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.
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channie:
would be so so so soft about it. 🥺
he had known that he is in love with you for a while now but always was too scared to say it. he didn’t want you to feel like he was moving too fast. but it was constantly running through his mind. so when the moment comes where he is deep inside you, his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight to his chest, his broad shoulders shielding you from everything, his scent completely enveloping you, his dark curls tickling your cheek as he leans in and presses a kiss to your neck. when you’re shaking under him and whimpering his name and coming undone around his cock, and then he hears it. mid orgasm, a gentle ‘i love you’ slips past your lips.
he has to pull back a little to look you in the eye, searching your face for any signs of regret. but all he found were your big doe eyes, filled with love and brimming tears. “baby, what did you just say?” he would ask, quietly. a whisper of disbelief.
cheeks going red, thinking maybe it was too soon for you to have said such a thing, you look away from him and mumble “i said, i— i love you.”
“that’s what i thought you said.” he would lean in and kiss you, the softest sweetest kiss he’s ever given you, before whispering against your lips “i love you too.” then he would kiss you again before repeating, “i love you so much.”
he would relax his body into you, his forehead resting against yours, the occasional peck against your skin. before saying it one last time before you slip into sleep, “i love you.”
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minho:
also a big softie about it but gets nervous
he’s got your knees up by your ears, you body bent in half under him, full mating press, his strong arms caging your head. his hair falls in his eyes, tickling your forehead, his hot breath fanning against your cheek as he pants. he’s hitting that perfect spot inside you, your walls clenching around him.
“fu-fuck baby, you’re clenching.” he grunts.
you admire his sharp, handsome features. you notice the sheen of sweat on his forehead. your heart swells in your chest. he’s making you feel so good, you can’t help but to cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.
“minho..” a moaned whisper. you let your thumb rub across his cheek. “minho, baby, i love you.” you confess.
his thrusts stutter and then stop. he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even really move, he just looks away from your face, chuckling nervously. his thrusts slowly start up again. you turn your head to place a gentle kiss on his toned arm. his head drops and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he’s grunting, thrusting in and out at a good pace. he kisses your neck gently before saying “you love me?”
you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “yes. i really do.”
“i love you too.” he says into your neck. and his voice is filled with such emotion that you believe him. and as his thrusts get faster and sloppier with the approach of his release, he moves his lips from your neck to your mouth, kissing you softly. and as he cums, his cock twitching inside you, he says it again. “i love you.”
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binnie:
would immediately get so excited about it
you’re straddling him, sitting on the couch, his cock sliding in and out of you as you slowly bounce on him. his hands are at your hips, squeezing and helping you with your motions.
“there you go, bunny. you’re doing so good.” he says, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
you feel so good with him inside you, so full. and when you pull your eyes away from where you two are connected and you look at his face, your heart flutters. his natural hair was wavy and still air drying from his shower. his glasses slowly sliding down his nose, his bottom lip in between his teeth, his broad chest on full display for you to look at. you moved your hands from his shoulders where they were supporting you, down to his large biceps. you gave his muscles a light squeeze. he looked up at you and smiled.
you smiled back at him and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. his hands slowly moved from your hips, up your back, his fingertips leaving goosebumps.
“i love you, binnie.” you whispered.
the slow thrusts stopped and he held you in place.
“what was that, bun?” he asked, looking into your eyes now.
“i said, i love you.” a smile started to spread across his face, his heart pounding.
“you love me?” he asked excitedly. “you’ve never said that before.” he was downright giddy. he pulled you close, wrapped his big arms around you, and kissed your hair. “i love you too, bunny.” he said, shaking your body with his excitement. his thrusts started up again, slightly faster this time, you were still on top of him but he was doing all the work.
“so sweet.” he grunted. “i love my little bunny. love her so much.” he kissed any part of you he could reach— your cheek, your shoulder, your lips, your neck, your chest— as he brought you both close to your high.
and when you both reached that peak, and everything went still, he lazily smiled and exhaled on a shaky breath, “i love you.”
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hyunjin:
would say it before you did
it was early morning, the sheets a rumpled mess around you, the window open, the long curtains blowing in the breeze. he was on top of you, his soft kisses moving from your pussy, to your navel, to your sternum and making their way back up. he looked at you through his hair, his face covered in your arousal, his cock brushing against your entrance, and you thought you had never been happier. you’ve never felt this closely attached to someone. never felt this amount of pull toward another person. never felt like your heart may burst at any moment, being unable to hold the amount of feelings you have for him.
he kissed your neck, kissed your jaw, kissed your lips. “you’re a goddess.” he whispered against your skin, before slowly sliding inside you. you both groaned at the feeling of it. his head fell to rest in the crook of your neck, your arms wrapping around him. he lay still, letting you adjust to his size. he placed a kiss on your collar bone before whispering, “i love you.” his breath tickled against your skin. and though you were surprised at hearing these words for the first time, you didn’t hesitate to return his sentiment.
“i love you too, jinnie.” you say, your hands tangling in his hair. he pulls back, supporting himself on his hands either side of your head and looks deep into your eyes. he stares for a moment, but then must find what he was searching for, because he leans down and kisses your lips.
“i love you.” he says against your lips. “i love you.” kiss. “i love you.” kiss. he starts to move in and out slowly, your eyes falling closed in bliss. “i love you.”
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jisung:
would get so adorably nervous
you had your mouth around him, your favorite thing. his length sliding in and out from between your lips, your spit dripping down his balls. his head was thrown back, little whimpers leaving his throat as he fights the urge to thrust up into your mouth. you were taking your time, savoring him, teasing him, but most of all, admiring him.
he was so soft and handsome above you, his cheeks flushed a light pink, his hair tousled. his eyes shut and his lips parted and slightly damp. his hands were in fists at his sides. you run your palms up his thighs, before grabbing his hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you squeezed his hands and his head fell forward, his eyes opening to look at you, his pupils blown with lust.
you pulled off of his cock with a pop. you rose from your knees and straddled his lap, bringing your hands to cup his face as you kissed him. “you want to know something, sungie?” you ask him sweetly. he nods, thinking he would very much like to know something, but currently he knows nothing but the pleasure you’re bringing him.
you lined his cock up to your entrance and slowly sank down on him. his eyes rolled back, his hands on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
“i love you.” you say to him.
his eyes went wide, his cheeks flushing a dark red color.
“i- you- i just- you-“ he stuttered.
you chuckled and leaned down to kiss him, slowly starting to rock your hips back and forth.
“i love you sungie. such a sweet boy.” you kissed him. “a perfect boy.”
you started to ride him harder, his breath coming in pants. “fu-fuck.” he said, his high approaching.
“you gonna cum, baby?” you asked him, squeezing around his cock. he nods vigorously and right as he cums, before the first twitch of his cock, before the first drop of cum enters your pussy, he says it. and he repeats it, over and over as he’s cumming. his voice shaky. “i love you. i love you”
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felix
would be so sweet and might cry
he was slowly thrusting into you, his body weight on yours, tired after his first orgasm but not wanting to quit. he wants to give you as many as he physically can, or until you tell him to stop. your mind is hazy, full of nothing but him. nothing else exists, except him. you wondered what you did to deserve him. if you thought about it too hard, you might cry. he was panting into your ear, your pussy fluttering around him.
“fuck- angel-“ he moans, breathy. he pulls back to look at you, your eyes glassy, almost brimming with tears. he rubs his thumb across your cheek, his thrusts slowing due to his worry.
“no-no don’t slow down, please lixie.” you beg, so close to the edge.
“okay, baby. i won’t.” he cooed. “come on angel, you can do it. let go for me.”
and you did. your nails dug into his arms as your body shook. and then the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. a look of panic crossed his features.
“baby? what’s wrong?” he asks. “did i hurt you?” he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. he cradles your face in his hands, wiping your tears away as they fall.
“talk to me, angel. please.”
how do you even begin to explain to him what you were currently feeling? you didn’t think you could.
“i- i love you.” you said quietly through your tears. he looked a little surprised. “i’m sorry-“
“what? don’t be sorry.” he kissed you gently. “i love you too.”
you looked up and your eyes met his, and they mirrored your own. “you do?” you asked.
a single tear fell down his sweet freckled face as he kissed you yet again. “of course i do. i have for a while. and i will, forever. i love you.”
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seungmin
would be a menace about it but loves you more
he was towering over you, his hands fisted in your hair, his cock as far down your throat as he could get it. tears were streaming down your face, but you loved it. pleasing him this way was your favorite and he knew that. but you could tell he still worried about you from time to time. he would get lost for a moment, thrusting in and out of your mouth, grunting, getting lost in his pleasure. but then he would pull out and briefly assess your face, checking on you. tonight he was being extra rough, which you welcomed. he had a long day at the company and just needed to get it out. so you begged him to.
"use me. please minnie.” you would say. and it would be his undoing. that’s how you found yourself on your knees in front of him. he had placed a pillow on the floor to help cushion your knees a bit, ever the gentleman. and he looked incredibly sexy above you, panting, his hair in disarray, some strands sticking to his forehead. and you knew that if tonight was like the other nights that he used you like this, when he was done he would dote on you and coo at you and massage you or draw you a bath. you loved to please him this way but you loved seungmin’s aftercare just as much. and you were reminded again in this moment, his cock all the way down your throat, your spit dripping down your chin, how much you loved him. truly loved him. and you had yet to tell him. you didn’t want to force anything on him, make him feel like he needed to say it back to you if he wasn’t ready. but you found it hard to hold your tongue in this moment when he pulled out and asked: “‘you doin okay, pup?”
and you answered with a simple, “i love you.”
the look on his face went blank for a moment before he smiled at you, his sweet loving smile he used in the aftercare. but that smile slowly turned devilish as he shoved his cock back in your throat. “you’re such a simp for me, huh? my cock make you feel that good?”
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he used you, you attempting to nod in answer to his question. and soon after, he came, shooting his load down your throat which you greedily swallowed. he stood above you, panting, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. you nuzzled into his palm.
“you love me, huh?” he asked, smirking.
you just nodded, unable to form words just yet, but looked up at him with glassy eyes and messy cheeks.
“well, hate to break it to you, but i love you more.” he stated. “lets go get you a bath, pup.” he helped you off the floor and led you to the bathroom. as the tub filled, he pulled you against his chest, kissing the top of your head before whispering against your hair, “‘i love you.”
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innie
would make you repeat it.
he had his fingers in your mouth. he had the fingers from the other hand in your pussy. they lazily thrust in and out as he leans close to whisper in your ear.
"you get all messy just thinking about my fingers, dont you?" he whispered, his breath tickling your neck. you nodded. "ah ah." he chided. "tell me, use words. let me hear your pretty voice, baby."
you werent sure if you could, with his fingers in your mouth. he notices the trepidation on your face. "you can do it, baby. ill understand you. tell me. "
"ye-yes. your fingers are so good, innie. you make me feel so good." you mumble around his fingers.
"there you go." he praised. he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and rose to his knees. he kept his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them in and out, but his other hand moved to your throat, squeezing slightly.
"fuck." you exhaled. he was a god. thats the thought that ran through your head at that moment. he was godly. but also, he was yours. he had proven that, time and time again, paying no attention to anyone but you. showering you with affection, feeding into your hand kink, making sure you knew just how cared for you were. but neither of you had ever said the L word. both a little too scared to shatter what was such a good thing. but in this moment, with his fingers deep inside you, looking down at you with lust filled heart eyes, you couldnt help yourself.
"i love you." you said, voice a little hoarse.
he removed his hand from your throat. "what was that, baby?" he asked, giving an extra hard thrust of his fingers.
"fuck- i- i love you." you repeated.
he started thrusting faster, your walls clenching around him, his other hand coming down to rub at your clit.
"im sorry, baby. one more time?" you knew that he heard you. you knew he was just teasing you at this point. the smirk on his face proved your theory.
"i love you!" you moaned out. about to tip over the edge into bliss. "oh my god, innie. dont stop." you begged. "i love you. i love you. i love you." and then you came. your pussy clamping down on his fingers, your arousal coating his hand.
"fuck, baby. there you go." he praised. once you had relaxed, and your body stopped shaking, once he had successfully helped you back down from your high, he leaned down to kiss your cheek before whispering in your ear, "i love you."
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cbini · 10 months
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sharing = caring
snippets of chan sharing you with each of his boys for the first time
pairings: skz x afab!reader
warnings: smut!!!!🔞 multiple partners, threesomes, unprotected sex, protected sex, daddy kink, exhibitionism, smidges of mxm but nothing too serious, oral (f & m receiving), wet and messy, finger sucking, gagging, little bit of spit play, cum swallowing, light degradation, phone sex, slight voyeurism, pussy jobs, mutual masturbation, pet play, hair pulling, loss of virginity, spanking, whole lotta tags for a whole lotta boys!
notes: well.... i did it! inspired by chan's section in this post of mine since literally one singular person asked for it. this is just straight up NASTY.. you're welcome?? or sorry?? idk but anyways im abt to post this and then dip so i can sleep. pls enjoy!!! <3
chan 
“baby, tell me,” he whispers into your cheek. you’re on your back and he’s on his side facing you, a strong thigh thrown over yours that’s closest to him. he’s had his hand in your panties for the past thirty minutes, and it’s got your brain leaking out of your ears. “here, let’s take these off, yeah?”
he sits up, his hand finally leaves your panties so that he can drag them down your hips and have you kick them off with your foot. chan settles back down beside you, propping his head up on his palm and bringing his other hand back to your cunt to play. 
you’re so worked up you could cry. you could scream, but it’s your own doing. you know all you have to do is tell your boyfriend what’s on your mind. he tells you just that.
chan leans down to kiss your neck before murmuring against your skin. 
“all you have to do is tell me, love. i want to give it to you, hm?” you slowly nod your head and wrap your hand around his forearm. when you turn to look at him, he meets you halfway for a kiss. it’s sweet, nothing more than a press of your lips together, but yours are quick to drop open in a yelp when chan pinches your clit between his fingers. chan takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth and does his best to swallow the noises you can’t seem to stop making. 
he can tell you’re about to cum when you start to hump his hand, thighs shaking. chan smiles against your lips and gets you there, but right before you can tumble over the edge he removes his hand and trails it up your stomach to circle your belly button gently. the whine that leaves your mouth is pathetic, desperate, and you can’t help but bring your own fingers to your pussy to pick up where he left off. chan is quick to grab your hand and pin it to your side, dropping a swift smack to your cunt in retaliation that makes you cry out.
“this is mine.” his fingers wrap themselves around your neck. “that pussy is mine, and i’ll play with it how i see fit.” you’re nodding your head along with his words because of course, you know it’s his. 
“that’s right sweetheart. you want me to make you cum?” another nod from you. “why don’t you tell me what’s got that pretty head all dizzy then, yeah? daddy wants to give it to you, baby. i want you to have it.” 
you do tear up this time, and chan smiles at you, dimples showing. “my crybaby. how can channie help? what if i touch your little clit again, would that make it better?” he asks. 
“y-yes, channie, daddy,” you whine. his hand once again travels down to your pussy, and your hips arch into him to welcome them back home. so fuckin’ precious, he says.
chan kept his end of the bargain, so you know it’s time to keep yours, despite how nervous you are about admitting it out loud. you doubt your sweet boyfriend would think any different of you for this, but still. 
“want, ah, want you an’ your friends to fuck me, channie,” you whisper. “‘m so good for you, i am, jus’ want everyone to know.”
chan thinks he’s about to pass out. no way did you just say what he thinks you said, what he hopes you said. he’s fantasized about that for months, sharing you with the rest of stray kids, but was too ashamed and embarrassed to ever admit it out loud to you. then again, he thought, you had always been the brave one out of the two of you. 
“oh honey,” chan coos, “you’re right, you’re so good for me. you’re so wonderful, you want ‘em to see how sweet this pussy is? how good you treat me?” 
he doesn’t let you answer before he’s pulling you into his chest and making you cum so hard you’re out cold the second your head hits the pillow.
this is how it starts.
minho 
chan had texted you earlier, a short and simple me and minho need your help haha. you weren’t sure if it would lead to what you were hoping it would lead to, but god were you crossing your fingers. the second chan let you into the dance practice room, he locked the door behind you. you stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows at him, searching for some sort of hint to clue you into what was going on. your boyfriend cocks his head towards minho, who’s sitting on the leather couch and fiddling with his phone with a scowl on his face. 
you let out a quiet ahh and shoot chan a thumbs up. he responds with that squeaky laugh you love so much and gently pulls you in by the back of your head, wrapping his arm around it and guiding your face to his neck so you can hug him. 
“the second you say stop, we stop, ‘kay?” chan asks into your ear. 
“yes!” you say, excited, now bouncing on the balls of your feet and nearly headbutting him in the chin. you kiss him once and pull away, smiling. out of the corner of your eye you see minho lock his phone and place it face down on the couch, focusing his attention on you and chan. 
the next thing you know, you’re half naked on the couch. minho has your ass pulled to the edge so that he can have easier access to your drooly cunt on display for him, your panties dangling from one foot. he’s kneeling in between your spread legs. chan’s sitting on the cushion beside you, content for now to let minho explore your body for the first time. he’s holding your hand and rubbing slow circles on it with his thumb.
your head is thrown back against the backrest of the couch as minho is nipping at your thighs, startling moans out of you when he decides he wants to bite down harder. 
“show him your tits, baby,” chan tells you, squeezing your hand once. you comply immediately, using your unoccupied hand to pull the hem of your t-shirt up above your tits, and you wiggle when you look down to see minho’s dark eyes roaming your chest. 
“mm,” minho hums, “pretty. pretty body. can i kiss you here?” he asks, eyes flicking down to your cunt. you nod your head but are quick to glance over at your boyfriend. chan doesn’t say anything, but he does grab you under your knee and pull it up towards him so that minho has an even better view of you. minho hisses under his breath when it opens you up more for him, pussy lips parting and cute little clit peeking out to greet him. 
you all three let out a noise when minho gets his mouth on you, and you’re quick to bring the hem of your shirt to your mouth to bite down on it. 
you’ve always known lee minho was gorgeous, but the way he closes his eyes when he tastes you has you reeling. his long eyelashes flutter against his cheek before he opens his eyes again. you think it’s cute how red his ears are, and you bring a hand down to rub at one of them and he sighs into you. 
you’re honestly surprised your boyfriend has been sitting still for this long. he hasn’t moved to touch himself once, despite how hard you can see his dick is straining through his athletic shorts. he looks antsy though, and you don’t want that. 
“baby, channie, what is it?” you ask, fighting hard to make your words steady while minho continues to fuck you with his tongue.
“fuck,” chan grunts. “fuck, i want a fucking taste.” before you know it, chan’s on his knees beside minho, once again pushing your knee to your chest, and minho copies his movement with your other leg. minho shuffles over on his knees to give chan more room, and your breath stutters in your throat when their tongues touch you at the same time. 
you couldn’t look away if you tried, your eyes are locked on the way minho and chan’s tongues lave over your cunt at the same time. one of chan’s hands comes up to cup your breast, and you rest your hand over his, squeezing it. 
the noises are filthy, even more so with the acoustics of the practice room. you can’t tune anything out. not the way your pussy is soaking their faces, the hungry noises both boys are making, or the way you’re almost squealing. your noises raise in pitch once you see how their tongues are batting against each other and rubbing over your clit, and you’re cumming before you get the chance to warn them. your back arches almost painfully, hips bucking so wildly that chan and minho both have to hold you down. 
you reckon you damn near pass out because when you come to, you’re nestled against chan’s chest and minho’s head is resting on your shoulder; he’s playing with your fingers. 
“morning, sunshine!” chan jokes, and he laughs when you groan. you open your bleary eyes and take in your surroundings, relaxing further against chan and minho.
“minho?” you ask, and he hums to show you he’s listening. “why are you wearing different pants?” 
“because i came in my other ones, why else?”
changbin 
“holy fuck, that’s good,” changbin grunts, reclining himself further into the computer chair in chan’s studio. his legs scramble to give you more room where you’re settled sweetly between them. 
chan sits on the couch, relaxing into the corner while he palms himself over his shorts. 
you pull off of changbin’s cock and stroke him in your fist. you spread your legs so that you can settle closer to the ground and smile against the underside of changbin’s cock, figuring it turns him on to loom over you like that. changbin growls, and you’re still smiling when you travel lower to suck on his balls, humming in your throat. 
changbin’s head smacks against the headrest of the chair when you suck his cock into your mouth again. 
“can i- ah, please, your mouth feels so good,” changbin whines. he wants to fuck your face, you can tell by the way his hips stutter, but he stops himself because you haven’t told him he could. mhm, you hum, and changbin’s quick to lift his hips to see how much you can take. 
if you can deepthroat bang christopher chan, you figure changbin will be no problem. 
“gag on it,” changbin murmurs, hands gripping the arms of the chair. you do, pushing yourself all the way down on his cock and holding yourself there. changbin lets out a cry when you look up at him through your teary eyes, and his hand cups your cheek so that he can wipe a tear away with his thumb when it falls. you move your head slightly, ignoring the discomfort on your nose when it rubs against his trimmed pubic hair.
you finally hear chan make a noise when changbin starts to fuck your face in earnest. the wet sounds your throat is making carries throughout the small studio, your face a mess of tears, snot, and drool. you’re thankful changbin’s chair is pushed back against the desk because otherwise it would be rolling across the floor from how hard he’s fucking into your mouth. 
“fuuuck, like that. just like that. fuck, can you spit on it?” you pull off of changbin’s cock, a thick string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick when you pull away for a breath. 
“mm, yeah,” you say, moving your tongue around in your mouth. chan sits up from his spot on the couch and scoots closer to you. 
“here,” he says, leaning up and turning your head towards him. chan shoves two of his thick fingers in your mouth, fucking them in and out. you whine, gagging slightly on his fingers, body lurching as chan continues fucking your mouth with his fingers. he goes to pull them out, but you’re not done with him. you grab onto his wrist and suck harshly on his fingers, batting your eyelashes at him. 
“little fucking slut,” chan grunts, “open your mouth.” you do as he says, and he fucks your mouth again, gagging you on his fingers over and over. spit is cascading down his hand and forearm, and he tsks at you. your mouth is still open, thick saliva collecting in the back of your mouth, and chan leans forward one more time to add his own spit to the mix. he turns you back towards changbin. 
changbin has been watching the whole scene with his jaw dropped, hand working furiously on his cock, but not enough to make him cum. he wants you to do that. 
he holds his cock out for you as you settle back comfortably between his legs. your hand joins his on his cock, and you let the collected spit pour out of your mouth so that it seeps down his cock. your hands catch most of it, and you use it to pump his messy cock. changbin’s pants are soiled at this point, but that’s the last thing on his mind. your hair keeps getting caught in the mess and you’re growing frustrated with having to repeatedly tuck it behind your ears. you’re a little miffed you forgot a hair band before you left your place. of course sweet changbin notices, and he uses both of his hands to keep your hair from your face. 
you hear chan lean up from his spot on the couch again, and he collects your hair in his hands and holds it back for both of you. 
“‘s it good bin?” chan asks, looking up at his friend. 
“holy shit, you’re crazy. it’s so fucking good, so fucking good,” changbin laughs in disbelief. chan uses his hold on your hair to move your head up and down on changbin’s cock. he holds you down on it when he sees fit, moving you how he wants, toying with you and changbin both. it’s all too much, so you can’t help but start to touch yourself. 
chan catches on quickly, but changbin’s too busy looking wide-eyed at the ceiling to notice. 
“bin, look. isn’t that cute?” chan asks. your whimper is muffled by changbin’s thick cock. 
“oh my god, are you touching yourself, baby?” changbin whines, chest heaving. “that’ll make me cum. keep touching your pussy for us and i’ll cum in your mouth.” 
as you start to hump your hand, chan tightens his grip on your hair and forces your nose to changbin’s skin. when you cum you grasp onto changbin’s leg with your other hand, and the way your throat constricts pushes changbin over the edge with you. 
hyunjin 
“hyung it’s so wet, so wet, i can’t,” hyunjin cries. you giggle at that, and hyunjin huffs out a laugh too.
he hasn’t fucked you yet, but this is good. hyunjin has been grinding his long, pretty cock against your pussy for the better part of fifteen minutes. “yeah, ‘m wet for you hyune~” you croon.
hyunjin’s thighs shake where they’re pressed tight against the backs of yours. 
chan breathes a curse through the speaker of your phone. you hated that he had to leave to check on something at the company, but you figured hyunjin would be fun to play with by yourself. despite not being present in the room, you still wanted chan involved somehow, but it was hyunjin who suggested calling him up.
“how does hyunjinnie feel, baby?” chan asks, and you give yourself a couple of seconds to collect your thoughts.
“channie, he feels so good on me,” you tell him, voice lilting in a sultry way to drive your boyfriend and his friend crazy. “his cock is so fucking big.” you wail when the head of his cock catches on your clit. 
you hear chan say something along the lines of my sweetheart loves a big cock, huh? but you’re too busy crying out over the way hyunjin grabs his dick and shakes the head of it against your clit to be certain. your hips spasm, and hyunjin leans more of his weight forward to cage you against the bed. 
hyunjin plants his hands on either side of your head and ruts his hips down faster, jolting your body up the bed. 
“pussy. so. fucking. warm. so wet, smells so sweet,” hyunjin punctuates his words with fluid thrusts against you.
you cup your hand over the top of his cock so that it presses him harder against your pussy, and that makes you both moan. hyunjin leans down to kiss at your chest. he sucks kisses onto the underside of your breast and pops your nipple into his mouth, making you keen. his deft fingers softly tap at your other nipple, faintly tracing around it with the tip of his finger to feel it pebble up and harden under his touch.
“what’s got my baby making such pretty noises, huh? you have to tell me since i can’t see you. i have to know what to touch my cock to.” you cry out chan’s name, and hyunjin lets out a soft noise as well. 
“channie he’s- he’s rubbing his cock on my pussy. it’s so hard, feels so good… an’ he’s playing with my- with my nipples too, baby, ah!” you cry out as hyunjin bites down gently on your nipple. 
“hyung, channie hyung, my thighs are soaked. it’s so slippery, ‘s dripping. shit! how do you do this? it’s so good i’m gonna die…” hyunjin’s sentence trails off as he fucks his cock against your pussy faster, movements sharper as he gets closer to his release. 
“fuck, i know, hyunjin-ah. sweetest pussy ever, isn’t it?” chan says through the phone. if you listen close enough you think you can hear the slick noises of him jerking his cock. 
“hy-hyunjinnie,” you mewl, “c’n you, can you put it in, please? just the tip, please, just the tip! that’s all i need, i just wanna cum. i wanna cum on your cock.” hyunjin cries out and his arms shake.
“hyung, can i please?” he almost sounds close to tears. hyunjin bites his lip and hangs his head, silky black hair brushing against your chest. 
“you’ve got my baby begging, hyune, go ahead, it’s alright.” chan answers, voice tinny through the phone’s speaker. 
you’re whispering pleasepleasepleaseplease as hyunjin takes hold of his cock and guides it to your hole. he does as promised, fucking the tip in, and you both look at each other with mouths wide open. hyunjin re-positions himself so that his thighs aren’t pressing yours to your chest anymore, now there’s a little more room between the two of you. he takes both of your ankles in one of his big hands and pushes your legs back to your chest, the other hand occupied with holding the base of his cock. 
hyunjin slowly rolls his hips forward, grinding inside you repeatedly with the tip of his big cock. you’re so wet that you start squelching when he fucks in, and as hyunjin whimpers at the noise you throw your arm over your eyes to hide. 
“nonono, look at me, please don’t hide. you’re so beautiful, you feel perfect,” hyunjin tells you. “will you cum? can i make you cum?” 
“baby, touch yourself for us, let hyunjinnie see your pretty face when you cum on him,” chan says. he’s breathless. you follow his instructions, looking at hyunjin through your eyelashes and rubbing your clit in small little circles. it catches up to you quickly, your face scrunches up as you hit your high, pussy clenching around the head of hyunjin’s cock. 
“oh! oh, keep clenching on me. please, yes, keep cumming!” hyunjin cries, fist jerking the part of his cock that isn’t snug inside you. that’s enough to push him over the edge, he rushes to take his cock out and he cums in streaks all over your stomach. you smile sleepily at him as you pick up some with the tips of your fingers and bring it to your mouth.
“don’t fucking go anywhere,” chan growls. you had almost forgot he was on the line. “i’m coming home right now.”
jisung 
you’re putting on the best show of your life, you think, as you sit in the computer chair in chan’s studio while him and jisung lounge on the couch. chan’s already got a hand down his pants, but jisung is holding onto the spotify pillow tightly, covering his lap with it. 
you smirk at your boyfriend and trail your eyes to jisung, making sure to spread your legs wider for him to see. you settle both of your legs over the arms of the chair. you notice jisung’s eyes widen, but he still doesn’t move to touch himself, and that has you pouting. 
“come on, hannie, don’t you want to play with me?” you ask, cocking your head as your fingers begin to pinch your own nipples before the real fun begins. 
you see jisung gulp, and you’d laugh if it weren’t so cute. 
“you wanna watch me touch myself?” you ask him, pulling at a nipple and watching him watch your breast jiggle with the movement. 
“baby don’t tease, be nice.” comes chan’s response. 
“‘m always nice, see?” you say back. you roll your neck and your fingers inch to your pussy. you form a vee with your fingers and spread yourself open for them. you let them look their fill for a moment and then start to rub your clit when you deem necessary. “i’m so nice, aren’t i hannie?” 
“yeah, sooo nice, so nice, yeah,”  jisung replies with a cough, eyes fixed on your fingers that are coated with your slick. he finally removes the pillow from his lap and reaches a hand under the band of his sweatpants to touch himself. 
“take out your cocks, pleeease.” it’s more of a command if your tone has anything to do with it, but since you’re being nice you tacked on a please at the end for good measure. chan readily complies, always prepared to get his dick out for you, but jisung pulls at the drawstring of his sweats and hesitates. 
“please hannie? i’ve seen that one before,” you wave a passive hand at chan. “can i see yours?” you ignore chan’s squawk of hey! you happen to love this one, brat! to bat your eyelashes at jisung. 
jisung laughs, which is what you wanted him to do, and finally loosens the drawstring and shimmies his pants down a little bit so you can see him. 
“mmm,” you hum. “yes, good. touch it for me.” his cock is almost purple at the head. it looks like you worked him up even more than you thought. good. 
sure you were putting on a show, acting out a little bit, but it was easy to start touching yourself genuinely with two of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen in your life sitting in front of you jerking their cocks. to you, to your body. you’re soaking wet. thankfully chan had the forethought to lay his discarded jacket in the chair you’re sitting on before you started your little magic act. 
your fingers dip into your entrance, and it makes your hips jolt. ooh! you say.
“you wanna taste, jisungie?” you ask. jisung stares wordlessly at where your fingers are disappearing into yourself. you kick your foot out to get his attention. “i saaaid, you wanna taste?” he wastes no time in nodding.
you pull your fingers from yourself and sit up in the chair, the wetness sticking uncomfortably under you. you have to bite your bottom lip to stop the smile spreading across your face when jisung nearly goes cross-eyed as you bring your fingers to his lips.
you mouth the words ‘say ahh’ and jisung listens instantly. he opens his mouth for you, and you’re quick to acquaint your fingers with his tongue. he closes his lips and his eyes shut with them, gently sucking on your fingers and swirling his tongue around the digits. you thrust your fingers slowly in and out and let out a breathless moan when jisung bobs his head to meet your fingers.
chan’s still touching himself all the while. 
“oh, channie my love, i’m not being fair am i?” you ask. looking chan in the eyes, you lean back in your seat again to repeat the process. you fuck yourself on your fingers until your wetness is seeping down your knuckles and sit up once again to feed them to chan. chan meets your fingers with his tongue already out of his mouth, waiting patiently. when chan is done sucking your essence from your fingers, he presses a sweet kiss against your palm.
“get on your fucking knees, i wanna cum in that mouth,” chan commands. you’re quick to follow his orders, but not before jisung snags the jacket from your chair and places it on the ground so you can rest your knees on it. chan stands up from his spot on the couch and begins jerking his cock over your face. 
jisung’s still touching himself watching the scene of you and chan before him, but you want him closer. you tug on the fabric of his pants as encouragement for him to stand up too. he gets the hint and stands up beside chan, stripping his cock over you as well.
“fuck, i can’t, can i see your tongue?” jisung asks, voice pitching on a whine. you loll your tongue out of your mouth in answer, mouth open and waiting. “wanna cum on it, can i? can i please?” 
you raise yourself on your knees so that you can lick the head of his cock, then lick chan’s, then jisung’s again. 
“please cum in my mouth?” you mewl to the both of them. “i’ll be good and swallow it all.”
felix 
when he got to the chicken breast and protein powder dorm he assumed everyone was out. he left a pair of headphones in chan’s room the last time he was over and wanted them back. he was quickly proven incorrect when he opened the door of chan’s room to see you kneeling by the bed in just your underwear and chan sitting on the edge of it. the lights are off, but chan has his desk lamp on and the led lights on his wall are shining pink and purple. 
you rush to pull your mouth off of your boyfriend, and chan leans forward to block the view of your chest as best as he can. 
“well d’you want to...stay?” chan offers after a tense moment of silence. felix stands in the doorway of his hyung’s room, mouth slack, as he watches the scene in front of him. he shakes his head, almost as if that will help him clear it. 
“is that- i mean- are you.....sure?” felix starts, sentence breaking off toward the end. you quickly nod your head, leaning back from chan and exposing your chest. minx. he’s been growing hard in his pants since he opened the damn door, but now his cock has really taken an interest. 
“yeah mate, we kind of… talk about it? but only if you want to, yeah?” chan responds. felix nods shakily, taking a step into the room and closing the door. “yeah... okay, yes. fuck, please?” 
chan smiles and scoots back to the head of the bed, guiding your hand with him until you’re between his legs, back pressed to his chest. you’re shyly keeping your legs closed, but chan tuts at you. a soft let him see you leaving his pretty lips. next thing you know, chan’s strong hands are prying your thighs open slowly and giving felix a clear view of your soaked panties. you hide your face in his neck as his hand crawls back up your thigh to cup where you’re leaking. “come ‘ere, lix,” chan murmurs. 
felix takes a step closer to the bed, eyes glued to chan’s fingers running over the fabric of your panties. he hears a sweet sound leave your lips and chan coos. “why don’t you ask him, honey.” 
“mm, felix,” you cry as chan’s fingers find their way under the waistband. “can you- can you take my panties off, please?” 
“oh fuck,” he groans. he climbs onto the bed and situates himself between yours and chan’s spread legs. he looks between you and chan again for confirmation, chan nodding his head and your quiet pleas spur him on. 
felix reaches forward and gently guides your panties down your thighs. he whimpers softly when he finally sees you bare and his head lolls back when the smell of your arousal reaches his nose. 
“you have to tell me- i don’t know what you like. please show me.” felix tells you as he lowers himself to his stomach. chan pulls you further against him, drawing your legs back to your chest. 
at the first press of felix’s tongue against you, you keen. your back arches against your boyfriend’s chest when felix’s tongue flicks softly on your clit. 
he dips his tongue into your hole and looks up just in time to see chan pull you into a dirty kiss. he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be in the middle of that kiss, reasoning that he’ll hold onto that thought and figure out what it means later. 
felix laves his tongue against you, quickly seeking out your swollen clit again and wrapping his lips around it, pressing quick sucking kisses against it. 
“lix! just like that, please!” you cry at the same time chan coos out “ohh, my baby likes that.” he sucks at you harder, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps his pace in order to make you cum. he moans as he feels a hand grip his hair and press him closer to you. he’s expecting it to be yours, but he looks up to find both of your hands occupied with your own chest. 
felix pulls away slightly as chan’s other hand travels down to your pussy. he doesn’t think twice before he brings the older man’s fingers to his mouth and wraps his tongue around them. chan hums and pulls his fingers free. he brings them to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. felix takes that as his cue to wiggle his tongue back into your hole, pressing in and out and licking over what chan’s fingers aren’t covering. your hips jolt everytime chan’s fingers and felix’s tongue play with your clit at the same time. 
“oh fuck, oh fuck!” you cry as your thighs begin to tremble. “‘m gonna cum. please let me cum, please?” 
seungmin 
“do i even want to know why you have a leash here?” 
“it’s a little late for that, seungminnie, isn’t it? considering you’re wearing it? and why do you have a collar?” chan harmlessly snarks back, and seungmin laughs. 
you’d laugh too if you weren’t too busy getting pounded by seungmin’s long cock. 
you’re on your back; seungmin’s holding your legs up by the pits of your knees. you’ve got the end of the leash wrapped in your fist and every so often you tug on it to hear seungmin whimper. he does look awfully pretty in that collar.
you tug on the leash again, pulling seungmin down so that you can kiss his lips. his hips pick up speed again when you wrap the leash one more loop around your hand. 
“you’re just a puppy, huh?” you murmur against his cheek. seungmin’s rhythm falters a little bit as his eyebrows furrow at your comment. you see him take a peek at chan out of the corner of his eyes. “it’s alright seungminnie, don’t be embarrassed. he’s just a dog too.”
chan doesn’t say a word, but his leg starts bouncing up and down. 
“see look, just like a dog thumping its leg,” you whisper into seungmin’s ear. it’s quiet enough in seungmin’s room so you know chan can hear what you said. the only sound other than the slapping of your hips together is that of seungmin’s oscillating fan. 
seungmin breathes a whine into your collarbone, and you use that as an excuse to pull his hair hard enough to lift his head so that you can look him in the eyes. 
“you’re a good boy seungminnie, did you know that?” seungmin nods his head yes but quickly stops and shakes it no instead. seungmin’s stopped fucking you now, you reckon he’s overwhelmed, so you run your fingers through his hair. “well it’s true, and i don’t lie. you’re such a good little puppy for me, seungmin, and do you know what good boys get?” 
“w-what do good boys get?” seungmin asks, hips wiggling.
“good boys get to hump, isn’t that right channie? ‘cause that’s what dogs do.” 
seungmin and chan sound so sweet when they moan together, voices almost harmonizing. your new favorite melody. you spur seungmin into moving when you pat his flank, and he does exactly what you told him to. his hips buck almost wildly against yours. you turn your head to look at your boyfriend and smirk at the way he’s minutely grinding his hips up into nothing. seungmin shifts his weight onto one hand and goes to touch your clit with his nimble fingers, but you stop him before he can.
“no, no, it’s okay honey, puppies can’t do that with their paws. you let me worry about that.” and you do, using the hand not holding the leash to reach down and rub your clit while seungmin watches. 
“i like- i like that,” seungmin gasps. it’s cute the way his stomach contracts when he thrusts into you. 
“you like what, seungminnie?” 
“the way you, ah, the way you talk to me. every time i cum from- from now on i’ll think of this,” seungmin confesses as he kisses down your shoulder to your arm. 
it’s a headrush. knowing that you have seungmin in the palm of your hand so easily like this. not only seungmin, but chan too. you can tell by how wide his eyes are; he’s hanging on to every word. 
“seungminnie, that’s sweet. how about next time i let you and channie both be my doggies? you can hump one leg and my channie can hump the other, and i’ll just sit here and watch. how about that? will you touch your cock to that too?”
“yes, yes, i will, promise,” seungmin cries. his hips buck against you so hard that his cock slips out, but he can’t stop moving in order to press back inside of you. seungmin’s just as happy fucking his cock against the mound of your cunt, grunting every time the slit of his cock rubs against your soft skin. 
“what about you, channie? will you touch yourself too?” you ask, turning to look at your boyfriend. he’s red in the face, sweating, curly hair sticking to his forehead. 
“you know i will, you know i will, baby.” 
seungmin cums with a sweet whine from low in his throat.
“good. now come clean up this mess seungminnie made.”
jeongin 
“ooh!” you exclaim. you clutch at jeongin’s biceps from where he’s holding himself up above you. “‘s big, innie.”
jeongin lets out a shuddery breath and blinks a bead of sweat from his eyelashes. it falls on your forehead.
“is that- is that okay?” he asks nervously. you can feel him stiffen above you, so you start to massage your hands up and down his arms. before you can answer him yourself, chan answers for you.
“it’s good, ayen-ah, don’t worry. my baby likes big.”
“oh, hyung that’s- please shut up.” you giggle at jeongin’s response and he smiles down at you, albeit a little shaky. 
“you can do whatever you want to me, innie. it’s your first time, just enjoy it.” he nods at your words, finally beginning to move his hips against you. 
“ahh, shit, you’re so-” jeongin doesn’t finish that sentence. “is it good for you? does it feel like this for you too?” you’re really wet, so he knows he’s doing alright on that front, but he wants to know how to make it even better. he brings a hand down to your pussy to feel. 
“there, rub there,” chan guides from his seat close to the bed. “you like it wet? that’ll make it wetter.” you throw your head back as jeongin complies with chan’s suggestion, two of his fingers rubbing circles on your clit. 
“that’s good, innie, feels so good,” you cry. 
jeongin presses a kiss to your sweaty neck in thanks. he stays there, mouthing repeatedly at your skin. his lips are a little timid but a lot sweet, and you encourage him by running your fingers through his hair. 
“can you, ah, will it be okay if i turn you over?” jeongin asks. 
you nod to him and press a kiss to his lips, patting his side as a signal for him to get off so you can change positions. you both hiss when his cock slides out of you. 
you make a show out of turning over for both jeongin and your boyfriend. jeongin’s hand squeezes the swell of your ass, and you hear him gasp when he takes notice of the slight gape from where he was inside you a few seconds prior. 
“oh that’s- oh wow,” jeongin breathes. “hyung, come see.” 
you preen when chan leaves his spot to stand beside the bed. his gaze joins jeongin’s on your center, and you wiggle your hips in impatience. chan cracks a hand down swiftly on your ass cheek and you whine. he knows what’s on the tip of your tongue, so he hooks two fingers into your opening and fucks you with them slowly. “just wanna be filled, huh?” 
“yeah, yeah. i want jeonginnie’s cock again,” comes your answer. chan laughs and smacks your ass once more before retreating back to his prior spot. jeongin heaves a deep breath and shakes his head, muttering an okay, okay under his breath. he presses you further into the bed so you’re almost lying entirely flat on your front until he quickly grabs a pillow from the head of his bed and stuffs it under your hips. 
“good, ayen-ah, where’d you learn that?” chan teases, nodding his head. jeongin rolls his eyes at that. you can’t see him, but you know him well enough to know that’s what he does. he doesn’t answer as he focuses on sheathing his cock inside you again and making sure his arms don’t give out from under him. 
jeongin cages you against the bed, his torso to your back and thighs on either side of yours. 
“ah it’s- it’s warm, where he hit you.” you can still feel the phantom sting of chan’s palm against your ass, and you notice it more when jeongin places his hand gently on top of where chan’s handprint is no doubt seared into your skin. that must get to jeongin because he thrusts into you harder than he has before. 
“s-sorry! sorry, i’m sorry, i can’t,” jeongin babbles, and you coo at him. your hand searches for his elegant fingers. when you find them you bring his hand back up beside your head, holding it and kissing his knuckles. 
“it’s okay, honey, i like that. d’you wanna cum in me? fuck me until you cum, innie, would you like that?” you ask him, trying your best to fuck back on him with his weight holding you down. he’ll cum in the condom he’s wearing, but the barrier doesn’t matter right now. 
“please, i- won’t last, i can’t. you’re- too pretty, so pretty, i can’t,” jeongin’s fucking you faster now. he’s so desperate to cum that it makes your pussy clench, and he shouts. your own fingers find your clit in the hopes that you can cum with him, a perfect end to his one-of-a-kind first time. 
“look at that, keep going iyennie, gonna make my baby cum too,” chan hums. jeongin’s balls deep in you, and you’re facing your boyfriend, falling apart for him and one of his closest friends. chan has his cock out, and you’re surely drooling now. you’ll have to remind jeongin to wash his sheets afterwards. 
your hand is trapped under you from yours and jeongin’s combined weight, but that doesn’t stop you from frantically rubbing your clit. that’s enough for jeongin; he chokes on a moan and he stops breathing as he cums inside you. inside the condom, but inside you nonetheless.
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𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - alpha!yang jeongin x omega fem!reader
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cw: a/b/o dynamics!, alpha jeongin, omega reader, pack alpha channie, pack dynamics overall, jeongin and reader are both desperate, jeongin gets kinda possessive, heat cycles & knotting
synopsis: you want the newly presented alpha jeongin to help you with your heat, but you're a little embarrassed - until you realise he desperately wants to spend it with you.
a/n: i wrote this in 2 nights and i was barking the whole time i'm in my jeongin feelings! sw under the cut 18+ MDNI
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sw: squirting, briefest fem rec oral, reader considers somnophilia, unprotected sex, copious amounts of breeding kink, a lot of slick, bath sex, doggy with his foot on her head, fingering (fem rec), dirty talk, riding, brief handjob, cum swallowing, choking, KNOTTING!!
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Two hoodies, a pair of joggers, a sleeveless shirt, Felix’s pillow and two t-shirts, and it still feels like it’s not enough. You stare at your nest with a frown, foot thumping on the floor and a pout on your bottom lip. You need more, and it feels like your nest is particularly lacking in a certain scent - something fresh, floral, and not Hyunjin’s rose scent.
Your preheat has your pussy throbbing dully, head feeling a little disoriented, and you walk around in one of Chan’s t-shirts and your underwear and nothing else. You’re warm, not the type of warm you are when in the throes of your heat, but it still makes your skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat. Your nose twitches when you finally try to rearrange the items on your bed, but it’s still not enough. 
It needs more lavender, to be precise, but the idea of knocking on Jeongin’s door to ask the newly-presented alpha for one of his shirts makes your cheeks heat up even more. You’re too embarrassed, despite the whole pack knowing you’re entering your preheat - you can’t do that. Jeongin’s only just presented, and despite the fact you’d presented early and are younger than him, he was the baby. You saw him as your baby. 
Still, your thighs tremble a little as you lean over your bed. You may see him as your baby, but he’s definitely more than capable of taking care of an omega in heat. It’s in his instincts now.
You huff, exiting your room. It’s easy to beeline straight to Chan’s room and swing open the door, seeing him laying in his bed and scrolling through his phone. The mere idea of the thick alpha cock in his joggers has you wanting to whine, but you shake your head, crossing the room to his bed to pout.
He doesn’t acknowledge you until you’re sat cross legged, arms crossed over your chest, and when he does speak it’s with an amused tone. “What’s the matter with my little omega?”
“My preheat is making me crazy,” You avoid his eyes, staring at your lap. Your hands are knotted over your thighs, and you pick at your fingernails. He coos at you cutely, finally tossing his phone to the side and opening those broad biceps to welcome you close. Your Channie smells of the beach when you press your front into his, and he lets you straddle him. He’s shirtless because you’ve stolen his shirt. “Tryin’ to nest. Not good enough. It’s bad.”
“Now, I’m sure your nest is fine, baby,” Chan mumbles into your hairline, fingertips tracing up your back through your - his shirt. You mutter a few choice words back, and when his fingers go to the small of your back, it makes your pussy clench around nothing. Chan dutifully ignores the spike in your scent, kissing your forehead. “What’s wrong with it? Can alpha make it better, honey?”
You shift in his lap. “I don’t- I don’t have everyone’s things in there. It’s- it’s missing Innie. I don’t wanna ask.” Your words are muffled where you bury your face in his chest, and you want to bite him hard when he starts to chuckle. 
“Why don’t you want to ask?” He says, amused, and you kick your feet with a wail. He catches your legs with his toned thighs, trapping you between them, and you want to grind your clit all over him till you’re senseless from the show of strength. Damn preheat. “He won’t mind. He’ll like it, actually - you're treating him as one of your alphas now that he’s presented.”
“Wanted his stuff in there before anyways,” You insist, and Chan nods, humming.
“What makes it different now, hm?” His hands move to your ass, freeing you from the tight hold on your legs, and you do really gush a rivulet of slick this time. It makes you gasp, hips searching for something, anything, and Chan’s fingers just barely dip past the waistband of your panties. You raise your head, cheeks bright red, and Chan stares at you. His eyes darken, and he raises an eyebrow, before he’s smirking. “Oh, baby. You want our Iyennie for your heat?”
“N-no!” You stammer, shaking your head. “I never said-”
“You don’t have to say anything,” He muses, that stupid smirk still on his lips. You watch him run a hand through his hair, dark and curly and just as unruly as his sleep schedule. “Mm, I think it’d be nice to see, though. You know Felix helped him through his first rut? He was almost feral, baby, rutting into Felix like there was no tomorrow. Felix said he popped four knots on just the first day.”
Now, that makes you whine. Your head drops back to Chan’s chest, and you grind backwards to try and get his fingers further in your panties. Your mind is filled with the idea of Jeongin’s cock, thick and long and so alpha, his knot throbbing at the base and him fucking it into you until you’re joined together, filling you with loads and loads of his cum and-
Chan’s fingers move over your ass, finally dipping into your panties, and the pads of his fingers press against your hole. It flutters around nothing, and you leak more slick, your hips absentmindedly moving on his fingers to get some form of friction. Your eyes shut just barely, half lidded and glassy, and Chan lets out a little noise of approval at the look on your face. 
“Wanna know what I think?” Chan murmurs, and you make a strangled noise in response. “I think you need to ask our baby alpha to help you through your heat, baby.”
“Hnnng, yeah,” You respond, because there’s nothing else you can say. He’s right. That’s why it felt like such a stab in the heart when you didn’t have something of Jeongin’s in your nest - you want him so badly for this heat that it’s making your pussy gush more than you ever have, and your toes curl at the thought of it. “Yeah. Yeah, alpha, I will, just- for now, can- please, and-”
“I got you, baby. Lie there and let alpha take care of you.”
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You stand nervously wringing your hands together an hour and a half later. Chan didn’t pop a knot inside of you, but he fucked you and ate your pussy until you were sated and crying before washing you clean in the bath. He’s so caring, your pack alpha, and now you stand in front of Jeongin’s door with a blush high on your cheekbones again, a towel wrapped tightly around your head. You’re in a fresh pair of panties and one of Minho’s shirts this time, the alpha’s chocolate scent wrapping around your senses and sending you haywire. You still want lavender more than anything.
Jeongin swings open his door before you can knock, and he’s practically beaming at you. “Baby! I was just about to look for you. I found this show, and- oh. You’re really in it, aren’t you?”
You are. Your preheat is really pissing you off, and you know it could be tonight or tomorrow when your heat really kicks in. You don’t have time to sit around and be embarrassed about asking Jeongin, and he’s standing in a sleeveless shirt and sweat shorts. The scent of lavender hits you and your legs buckle, barely catching yourself on the doorframe. Your pussy’s gushing slick again, and the simple cotton panties you have on feel heavy with it.
“Innie,” You whine, rubbing your thighs together. Your slick has started to drip down to the tops of your thighs, and it makes you huff out an impatient breath. You need something, anything, and Jeongin’s just staring at you with a blank look on his face. “Innie. Innie, I- for my heat, you? I want you, can you- please? It’s okay if you don’t wanna, I get it, I just-”
“Of course I fucking want to,” Jeongin says instantly, and you can see him chubbing up in his shorts. You have to close your eyes before you jump his bones. “I- me, though? I’ve never fucked an omega during heat, baby, I- I want to so bad, but are you sure?”
“I’m sure, I’m sure, Jeongin, I want you. I want you so bad, fuck, my nest, please, please, please come with me, I can’t, I can’t,” You’re babbling, words slurring, but Jeongin nods as if he understood every syllable. You let him usher you away from his door and down the hallway towards yours, the show he was talking about completely abandoned, and when his large palm splays over your waist and holds you close to walk there you feel like you’re about to die. Sweat beads at your eyebrow and your vision goes dizzy with it, but Jeongin guides you, firm and strong like an alpha should always be. It makes your pussy throb and you have the fleeting thought that you could enter your heat now, surrounded by the young alpha and his lavender scent. 
You let him shut the door behind you, and then you’re jumping him. He lets you crowd him against your bedroom wall, only letting out a small noise of surprise when your lips attach to his and you’re kissing him filthy. Your tongue darts impatiently into his mouth, and he moves his hands to your hips, pulling you close. His hands are so big that his fingers splay over your ass, and you hear a few voices outside of your bedroom door. One sounds like Chan, and you’re momentarily filled with glee, hoping that he’s proud of you because you actually asked. 
When you finally pull away with a bite to his bottom lip, spit sticks the two of you together, and Jeongin scoffs out a laugh of shock. His eyes form crescent moons in his disbelief, but before you can ask him what’s so funny, you’re working on autopilot, yanking at the hem of his shirt.
“Off, off,” You insist, and he nods, letting you work his shirt off of him. You motion to your bed, trying to walk backwards with him clinging to you. “For my nest. My nest, alpha, see?”
“Beautiful nest,” Jeongin replies, his lips attaching to your neck. He sucks right over your scent gland and moans, deep and gravelly, and you let him push you backwards onto your bed. His shirt drops from your hand and lands right next to your pillow, and you want to giggle and kick your feet in delight when his scent envelops you more. “Beautiful omega, lettin’ me see you like this. Fuck, do you need- do you need something? Do you wanna kiss some more?”
“Mm, alpha, I need- need more, please,” You say, voice high and airy, and you watch his eyes roll back into his head at your tone. He’s never been with an omega like this, and you briefly think you need to cut him some slack, but you’re too busy pushing your panties down your legs. You toss them to the floor with a wet thud, and he finally pulls his face from your neck, fox-like eyes gluing on the space between your legs.
You can see him fully like this, planes of milky white skin exposed and clenching to a set of abs that have you keening. You reach out, and Jeongin grips your hand, running it down his stomach with a small smile. 
“Sexy alpha,” You muse, and he giggles delightedly, moving to lean over you again. He can’t believe you’ve let him have you like this so soon after his presentation, and it shows in the facial expressions he makes. You know your pussy is gushing slick that must reach through his sweat shorts and onto his cock, but he’s still ever the picture of self control, leaning up slightly to run two long fingers through your folds. 
“Sexy omega,” He retorts, and you feel his fingers dip into you just slightly. “Do you want it? This is okay, yeah?”
“Yes, yes, please- please, please, inside, please, Jeongin-”
“You don’t need to beg, baby, I know,” He pecks your nose sweetly, and then two fingers push into your hole, straight down to his knuckles. He twists them a few times in your sloppy pussy, lips parting at the sound of your pussy squelching, and you wail when he curls them against your g-spot. “Fuck, you’re- you’re really wet, are you sure you’re not in heat?”
“Not yet,” You shake your head, eyes glassy at the feeling of having something of him inside. This is what you needed - this is the pack mate you wanted, and he’s on top of you with his floppy brown hair and cute, plushy lips. He lets his teeth dig into his bottom lip when you moan at a particularly deep thrust of his fingers, his digits long and precise, and you know it’s not going to be long until you cum. Your head feels dizzy with it, preheat engulfing your senses and making you think nothing more than Jeongin, alpha, Jeongin, Innie, yours. “Innie, Innie, when I- when I go into heat, I want you to just take it, please! Take what you want, take me, I’ll present for you, I promise-”
“Fuck, will you?” He groans, hips rutting into your thigh. It’s the first loss of his self control, and it makes you gush down to his knuckles. He grinds his palm into your clit, wet and messy and sloppy, and your eyes roll back into your head. “Be a good breeding bitch for me, yeah? Alpha will take what he wants, baby, don’t worry.”
“Oh, oh- oh, p-please, please, I’m gonna cum,” You stammer, hips starting to grind into his hand. He yanks your shirt up then, exposing your tits, nipples hard and peaked, and he spits onto your chest. He rubs it in with his spare hand, barely holding himself up with his elbow, and you moan when you smell his scent spreading all over you as if he’s marking you. You want more, though. “Jeongin, alpha, alpha, lemme- lemme scent you, please? Please, wan’it when I cum, please!” 
He nods eagerly, and he slides a third finger into your fluttering hole just as he guides your head to his neck. You lick over his scent gland, messy and imprecise, and a well-calculated grind of his palm has you falling into the throes of your orgasm. You shake, keening all the way through it, and your pussy gushes more slick all over his digits. You almost feel bad until you hear the way he’s moaning back at you, letting you suck over his scent gland and get fully enveloped in him. 
You’re nearly drunk with it, and it takes an inhuman amount of strength that no omega should have to pull yourself away and tug impatiently at his shorts. Jeongin finally lets his fingers slide out of you, and then he’s using both big hands to wiggle the offending fabric down. You smile satedly when he leaves them in your nest, but then you’re gasping at the sight of him naked.
Jeongin’s big. You knew most alphas were, since Chan and Minho were, but his cock hangs heavy and leaking between his legs. His knot is fully formed already, waiting for you, and you moan, soft and needy. You make grabby hands at him until he’s settled between your legs.
“Fucking- shit, baby, you want it? I can- I knot a lot, I can still knot you through your heat,” Jeongin assures, and you let him push your legs backwards to spread you open. Your pussy is still creamy and messy, and you obediently cup your hands in the pits of your knees to give him a good look. Your clit throbs when he rubs his cockhead against it, peeking out of your folds with how swollen it is. With a small, impatient whine from you, he’s sliding home. He bottoms out instantly, and your clit rubs against the thatch of hair at his base deliciously. 
“Big,” You say, breathless, and Jeongin chuckles. “Big alpha cock. Mm, gimme, c’mon, fuck me with it.”
“I’m gonna fuck you with it. I’m gonna fuck you senseless,” He says, and then his hips are kicking up. All of his dance training has paid off, and his cock thrusts into you so fast your bed is squeaking. You’re happy you’ve had everyone else in the pack in this exact position already, otherwise your cheeks would burn crimson. You’re too busy whining and drooling all over your nest to care. “W-wet. Wet omega pussy, holy shit.”
“I’ll cum quickly, I’ll cum so quick, fuck- I’m gonna squeeze you so tight, alpha, I promise,” You wail, eyes finally leaking tears from the pleasure. His cock is heavy inside of you, and his head drops to your neck again, teeth just barely nipping at your scent gland playfully. With a shift of his hips, he’s fucking against your g-spot, and the feeling of his balls slapping against you drives you borderline insane. “Alpha! Alpha, oh, it’s s’good, s’good!”
“I know, fucking hell, baby,” He huffs, laughing in disbelief. “I’m gonna knot you. Fuck, baby, I can’t, I’ll last longer next time, I promise, just- let me knot you? Fuck, let me breed this cunt, please, omega, please, let alpha.”
“Alpha, please, yeah, yeah!” You babble, nodding impatiently, and his teeth bite into your scent gland firmer this time, just above Chan’s pack alpha bite. With another few thrusts, you feel his knot finally slot into your pussy, and the feeling has you squirting all over him again. You know he’s probably soaking with it, but the thought only makes you cum harder, especially when you feel his cock start to spurt hot cum inside of you. His knot causes it to leak out around his shaft, and you keen loudly, trying to grip his cock tighter with your hole to keep his load inside. 
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Jeongin coos, out of breath. His cock is still spurting inside of you, and his hips stutter to try and push it further inside despite the knot keeping him firmly in place. “I’ve got more cum for you later, pretty, I’ll give you my pups.”
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You wake up to the scent of lavender and pain in your tummy. It’s hit, you realise, no doubt spurred on by the alpha who’s let you sleep on his chest. You’re both still fully naked, his cock half-hard against the base of his tummy, and your pussy’s gushed a puddle onto Felix’s pillow. You almost feel a little guilty until you realise he’ll definitely just lick it clean and thank you for it.
Your limbs are still heavy with sleep, but you attempt to stretch out your legs. The movement just makes the cramps hit a little heavier, and you whine in pain, moving to scent Jeongin and try to calm your heat. You’re sweaty, a sheen beading on your chest and over your forehead, vision blurry, and Jeongin pulls you closer into his neck despite still being asleep.
Inhaling deeply, you run your hand down his stomach just like he’d made you do earlier. His muscles ripple under your touch and you feel like you’re about to go cross-eyed. You’re not even sure what time it is. Your phone is dead somewhere inside your room, and Jeongin discarded his own phone in his room when you’d jumped him. The memory almost makes you snicker, but the scent of lavender hitting your nose almost immediately quells the cramps in your tummy and you moan into his skin.
Feeling a little impatient, you let your hand run down to the base of his cock, fingers stroking over the thatch of hair. Would he let you, in his sleep? He’d been so caring, so willing to bend for your needs earlier. Could you just… straddle his lithe thighs, let his big cock slide into your hole and wake him up with his knot locking you together?
You’re so delirious with it you shake your head against his skin, sighing out a stuttered breath and trying to keep yourself together. You can’t wake him up, not now, not when he’s just treated you so well and is just getting some sleep. You shift on the bed again, trying to move away and calm down, but a hand moving to your hair has you gasping in surprise.
“Your heat’s hit, yeah?” He murmurs, voice heavy with sleep. It brings a deeper tone to your alpha’s voice that makes your pussy gush impatiently onto his thigh, and he treats you with a fond chuckle at the feeling. “C’mere. You wanna ride me?”
“Yes, yes, please, please, Iyennie,” You beg, and he nods, finally opening his eyes. They’re dark when he finally looks at you, his strong cheekbones only slightly illuminated by the streetlights outside, and you clamber on top of him. You’re so wet, dripping over his body until you finally grip the base of his cock and slide down onto him in one go. “Oh my god. Oh my god, alpha, oh my god, oh my god, big, big-”
“Ssh,” He comforts you, thumbs moving to rub circles into your thighs. “Bounce on it, baby. Let alpha wake up a little.”
So you do. Your hips bounce on top of him and you work yourself up into bliss. He just stares at you with half-lidded eyes, little grunts slipping from his lips when you hit it particularly deep and gush even more on top of him. 
“If you need it, you just take it,” Jeongin says, and you’re confused until you realise how he’d woken up to you in such a worked-up frenzy. “Take it whenever. It’s yours, omega, let me wake up to this messy pussy and I’ll- god, I’ll knot you whenever you need it.”
“I need it. I need it, I need it, oh, oh, alpha, I need it!” You wail, tits jiggling with your bounces, and Jeongin hums in response. He looks to be considering something, and after a long blink his eyes are open wider, more awake. With his alpha strength, he manages to pull you off of his cock, and you immediately begin to sniffle.
“Why? Why? You said I could, you said I could, alpha, you said-”
He’s flipping you onto your stomach in a quick movement, a growl leaving his lips when you just squirm on your tummy. Your pussy’s leaking even more now, and you’re crying, too, desperate for your lavender boy and his big cock.
“Remember what you said to me?” A large palm smacks your ass, and you squeak, pussy clenching and gushing. “Hands and knees like a good breeding bitch, c’mon, be a good omega for your alpha.”
“Oh, fuck,” You respond, quite intelligently, but then you’re deliriously pushing yourself up onto your knees. You arch your back for him, letting him see the way your hole flutters with emptiness, just slightly gaping from his thick length. 
“Fuck, baby, alpha’s gotta- I need to taste you,” Jeongin moans, and then his nose presses into you with a deep lick. He positively whines into your folds at the taste, tongue flicking over your clit and hand wrapping around your thigh to keep you supported. Your toes curl into the sheets, head dropping to your pillow with a loud, strangled moan. His t-shirt is still next to your pillow, and your nose buries into it, inhaling deeply with every moan he punches from your lungs. 
“Please, please, please,” You slur, muffled in his t-shirt, and he hums against your hole. It has you bucking back into his mouth, and when his mouth leaves you you really do sob this time. “Alpha, you said I don’t have to beg, being- being mean, being mean, Jeonginnie, Innie, why, why-”
You’re cut off by him sheathing his cock into your heat again, balls deep and heavy inside of you. He moans loudly, hand slapping down onto your ass again, and you whine in response, shaking your hips backwards onto him. It’s only a brief moment before he’s bunny-fucking into you just like he had earlier in the day, cockhead kissing your cervix with every thrust.
“Fuck. F-fuck, omega, do you always get this wet?” Jeongin keens, voice airy, and the break in his resolve has your head spinning. You squirm against him, and his hands move to your waist, trying to hold you still. “W-wet, wet, so wet, fuck. You’re making alpha’s cock feel so good baby, so pretty in your little nest.”
“W-wanted your things in it, Innie, wanted- wanted to smell you, I- please,” You’re babbling again, but you can’t help it, drooling all over Jeongin’s t-shirt while he fucks your pussy into oblivion. “I wanted you, Channie- Channie made me ask, and, and I was scared, and-”
“Never be scared, b-baby, not to ask me to fuck this little pussy,” He reasons, and you nod, whining. His cock presses deeper into you, and you feel him reposition on the bed, and then his foot rests on your head, pushing you down. “Is- is this okay, omega? Keepin’ you in place for me to fuck you, yeah? S-squirmy girl, you are.”
“‘S okay, ‘s so okay, so okay,” You try, but it’s still muffled. Your eyes are rolling back into your head at this point, your mattress squeaking and headboard thudding against the wall. Despite him holding you down you’re still trying to move, to grind your clit against something, anything, and you moan gratefully when one of Jeongin’s hands moves from your ass to underneath you, letting you grind your messy clit against his palm. 
“Make yourself cum,” He instructs, and you nod, fingernails digging into your nest. It must be a mess by now, laden with cum and your scents, but you don’t care - Jeongin will help you fix it later. You know he will, even through your delirious mind and your pussy gushing slick out over his cock and his knot. You still grind yourself downwards, feeling yourself inching closer and closer to your orgasm, and his foot holds you down harder. You whine, arching your back to the point it’s almost painful.
You feel it start to gush out of you before you even know it’s happening. “C-cumming! Cumming, alpha, alpha! I’m cumming, alpha, please, please-”
“What are you begging for?” Jeongin chuckles deliriously, hand smacking your ass. “Let it all out, a-all over me, all over your alpha’s cock. Give it to me, that’s it.”
You do. Your pussy gushes over and over, and with a loud growl, Jeongin’s knotting you again. His knot swells to the point that you know it’s going to be a stretch, and it slides inside with a wet noise before he’s filling you with his cum again. It’s thick, abundant, but his knot is so big this time it keeps it nice and secure inside of you.
“Fuck, breedin’ you nice and full, yeah?” He murmurs, and you nod satedly, your eyes fluttering shut. You could sleep like this, especially when he finally repositions you to lay with your back to his chest on your side, his knot steadily pumping cum inside of you. Part of you hopes it takes despite your birth control. His hand rubs over your tummy, and he snickers when he rubs one finger over your clit and makes you whine in overstimulation. 
A few minutes pass, and Jeongin manages to slide out of you, leaving your pussy gaping and messy. You want to make a noise of dissatisfaction, but you’re too tired, your heat leaving you sleepy and Jeongin leaving you satisfied.
“C’mon,” Jeongin huffs, fingernails tracing over the small of your back. “Let me run you a bath, omega. A bath and then food, yeah?”
“Hnnnfg,” You murmur, eyes fluttering shut. He’s fucked you so good it’s got you feeling floaty, heat completely sated until the next wave of arousal hits you. “‘M tired, Innie.”
“A bath and then food. That’s it, I promise. Let me take care of you.”
You can’t say no. You swing your heavy limbs to the side of the bed and follow Jeongin to where he’s fiddling with the bath taps, running you a nice, warm bath. He lets you press your face into his neck from behind to keep you grounded while he gets it sorted for the two of you, and you wrap your arms around his middle with a happy grin on your face. When he finally guides you into the bath with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek, you’re happy to stretch your legs out and let him wiggle in behind you.
“Ah, there. Feels good?” He questions, tucking your hair behind your ear, and you nod. He pecks your cheek again, before he’s using plain water to reach up and massage over your thighs. The movement doesn’t get you horny again, but moreso relaxed, and you lean your head back onto his shoulder while he looks after you. 
A knock on the door snaps you both from your serene moment, and Jeongin lets out a noise of surprise. You protest agitatedly, but make a noise loud enough to let the other person know they can enter.
Chan pokes his head in, eyes soft but fond. “I’m just checking everything’s going okay. Omega, how are you feeling?”
“I’m good, Channie-”
“Hyung,” Jeongin grumbles, hands wrapping tightly around your middle. The strength of it makes you squeak, eyes widening comically. “Please go. Not right now.”
“Iyennie,” Chan begins firmly, but seems to falter at seeing the look in his eyes. He chuckles awkwardly, scratching his neck. “Are you sure? I can help, or-”
“Hyung,” Jeongin says, firmer, and when you manage to crane your neck to look at him his jaw is set in a deep line. He’s getting possessive, you realise, not wanting Chan to be involved in your heat this time around or be anywhere close to you when you’re relaxing. The realisation has you heating up again, even in the bathwater, and you reach a hand up to grip Jeongin’s wrist. 
“I’ll set off,” Chan recognises, eyes flickering between you two. “Love you both.”
“Love you Channie,” You murmur, pussy throbbing between your legs where they’re splayed over Jeongin’s, and when the door shuts again he’s pouncing on you. 
“Heat hitting again?” He questions casually, but the heavy breaths he’s letting out on your shoulder and the hard cock pressing against your back has you knowing he’s anything but casual. You nod in response, and he pulls you around by your waist, making you face him. The steam from the bath has caused his hair to be slightly damp, and you push it back from his features, taking in just how handsome he is - and he really is like this, all domestic and boyish for you. His bottom lip is a little pouty, and you kiss it chastely, before you’re reaching down to grip his cock. 
“I gotta- next time, in your rut, let me,” You murmur against his mouth, still a little lucid despite the new wave of heat hitting. “I need to- to worship this cock, and suck it, and-”
“Fuck, omega,” He cuts you off, groaning, deep and gravelly. You pump his shaft a few times, but you’re too impatient, wiggling onto his lap further to let his cock press against your clit. It’s swollen and achy already, and with another moan Jeongin grips the base of his cock himself and guides it into your soppy hole. You’re still gaping a little from the previous time, but your lavender boy acts as if it’s the tightest hole he’s ever fucked into, a gasp leaving his lips. “Ah, there’s that pussy. I almost started missing it.”
You giggle breathlessly, forehead resting against his as you start to grind on his lap. The bathwater sloshes around you, some hitting the floor, but you can’t find it in you to care. His cock hits you deep like this, and you let out a sigh at the way his swollen cockhead presses against your g-spot. “I m-missed your cock already, alpha.”
“Yeah?” He muses, lips moving to messily kiss at your neck. “Ride it like you mean it then.”
You can’t help yourself. You start to bounce, and Jeongin’s lips latch onto your nipple immediately. He licks over the sensitive bud and you moan loudly, not caring who hears you over the sound of the rippling bathwater, and when he pulls away with a light bite of his teeth to your nipple it makes you gush fresh slick all over his cock, down to his balls. There’s still that interaction with Chan on your mind, though, and you have to ask about it.
“Innie,” You say, breathless, and he hums in response. The noise reverberates around your breast, where he remains with lips parted just above it, and you bounce a little harder in response. “Y-You didn’t want Channie to see me.”
Jeongin grabs your hips then, sharp and firm, and starts to thrust upwards. The movement really does make the water start to pour out of the side of the bath, and you move your fingers to dig into his shoulders for support. He smirks at you knowingly, and thrusts so hard it makes you jostle in his lap. “I didn’t want him to see us. You’re mine this time around.”
You wail, loud and incoherent, and you start to feel your head getting dizzy again. Your alpha looks after you, hand moving to your neck. You gasp when his grip tightens around the column of your throat. His hand holds you down onto his lap as he thrusts relentlessly into your pussy, wet and aching, and you can’t help the amount of slick flooding out of you. 
“Do you like being mine? Just for a few days?” He questions, chest heaving, and you nod eagerly. You realise your fingernails must be scratching him, and when you look to his shoulders you can see the slightest bit of blood on his milky skin, but he seems more bothered about getting you to cum on his cock again. “Fuck- I can’t- baby, I can’t knot you in here, it’s not comfortable-”
“L-let me swallow it,” You whine, barely audible from his tight grip on your throat. He lets go of you then, but doesn’t stop thrusting into you, letting out a loud groan. “Alpha, alpha, let me swallow it, let me taste it, please-”
“I’m gonna cum soon, omega, I’m close, fucking- baby, cum, cum for me, please?” Jeongin’s eyes are glassy, his bottom lip covered in spit, and you whimper, nodding. Your fingers move to your clit, and you start to rub in the same rhythm he’s fucking you in, feverish and fast. 
It doesn’t take long until you’re shaking through yet another orgasm given to you by your alpha, breathless noises leaving your lungs, and then he’s pulling out. Your pussy clenches with the loss, empty and upset, but he’s quick to scramble from under you and stand out of the bath. 
He stands in front of you, stripping his cock, his knot just barely inflated at the base. “Suck the tip, just the tip, just the tip.”
You lean over pliantly, sucking his cockhead into your mouth, and he groans. His hand moves to your hair, pulling it back slightly, and when you look at him through your lashes he’s done for. He spills into your mouth, messy but not too much given that he didn’t knot you, and he groans through his orgasm until his cock starts to go soft. He pulls out of your mouth gingerly, and you lick your lips clean. 
Even half hard, it’s still a spectacle, and you scrabble to try and get his cock into your mouth again. Jeongin only pushes you off playfully by your forehead, before he’s leaning down to kiss you, a lot more innocent than any of your prior kisses. 
“Mm,” He moans against your lips, and then he’s kissing your forehead, nose and cheeks, all in a triangle. When you pull away, he’s grinning, eyes scrunched up in that silly little smile he does. “Shall we actually get clean now?”
You giggle, leaning backwards against the other edge of the bath. The bathwater sinks to your breasts, and you try to ignore the way his eyes falter down to them. “It might be a good idea. Get back in?”
“You’re a heathen,” He says, trying to be condescending, but that smile is still on his face. “We can’t fuck in here again. The bathwater will go cold, and I actually want us to get clean and have some food so that we don’t die. Sounds good?”
“I’ll try to keep my hands off you,” You smile, wide and toothy, and he points an accusing finger at you when you look down at his shaft again. 
“Watch yourself, omega.”
“Yeah, like that’s not gonna get me turned on again,” You huff playfully, and Jeongin only tackles you into the bath and kisses your cheeks again. He leans his forehead against you, and you can see he’s blushing despite his playful front.
“Clean-up time, okay?”
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skzdarlings · 27 days
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the demonstration ; skz ; jeongin x reader
requested by anonymous: you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜ w Jeongin? 😩 please 🥰. requested by anonymous: I.N AND ❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜ ❛ you taste like heaven. ❜ PLEASE IF YOU CAN BEGGING YOU
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pairing: yang jeongin/reader content info: friends to lovers. reader asks jeongin if he has ever made someone squirt and if so please show her hehe. reader mentions a bad date with a rude guy who called her high-strung. squirting, pussy-eating, riding, just a good time lol. explicit sexual content. word count: 4000 words.
masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.
enjoy <3
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Jeongin is finally awake when you return to his apartment.  You visited this morning but he must have had a late night because the flat was dark and silent when you let yourself in. You went for a stroll, hoping the fresh air would clear your mind, but what you really needed was him.  A conversation with Jeongin always improves your mood.  Just thinking about those deep dimples brings out your own smile.  
“Hi there,” you say sweetly.  You close the door and replace your shoes with the slippers he keeps for you.  You bound up to the kitchen counter.  “Can I ask you something?”  
Jeongin clearly just rolled out of bed.  Far from glamourous, your nonetheless very handsome friend is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and his black thick-rimmed glasses.  He has the hood pulled over his head, his dishevelled black hair peeking out.  A bowl of ramen sits in front of him, though his sleepy gaze is on his phone, long ringed fingers curled around the device. 
You look at those fingers thoughtfully, your mouth a little drier than before.  Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all…
It’s too late.  Jeongin emerges from the slumped cavern of his hoodie, lifting his bespectacled face.  He dutifully puts his phone facedown on the counter.   Pushing his sleeves to his elbows, he says, “Of course.  Hi.  How are—”  He yawns before he can finish.  The yawn breaks into a wheezy little laugh.   
You take the seat across from him at the kitchen island and watch him twirl his chopsticks.  Nimble fingers flip them around before he digs into his noodles, slurping a little ungracefully.  He swallows almost half the bowl in a scoop.  Your eyes are still on his hands.   
“Jeongin,” you say.  “Have you ever—oh, no, thank you.” 
He is holding out a clump of noodles on his chopsticks.  When you decline, he shoves it in his own mouth. 
“Jeongin,” you say again.  “Have you ever made a girl squirt?”
He chokes on the noodles.  It gets ugly quick.  You emit a little squeak of your own when he thumps on his chest so hard that his hood falls back and his glasses fall off.  He hacks up the noodles and spits some across the island. 
“Are you okay?” you ask.     
“I’m fine,” he says in a rough voice, squinting hard like a beleaguered puppy.  He fumbles with his glasses, blinking quickly once they are back on his face.   Then he reaches for his water bottle and unscrews it with a flick of his fingers.  He rubs his chest while drinking.
You purse your lips, watching him.  His profile is so defined, his jaw so sharp and cheekbones high.  He really is ridiculously handsome.  And those hands.  You look at the prominence of the veins running down his forearm, the subtle strength in his slender form, the long easy grace of his fingers.  If any man is turning women into waterfalls, it must be him.
“So,” you say, “have you ever done it?”
He chokes on his water, but not as dramatically as the noodles.  It’s a messy hiccup and he dribbles water down his chin, barely catching it in the cup of his hand.  He puts the bottle aside and wipes his hand on his thigh. 
“I don’t think I understand the question,” he finally says. 
“What? ‘Have you ever made a girl squirt?’” you ask, tipping your head.  “Sorry, what’s confusing?”
“Um.”  He looks at you in bewilderment.  “The part where you are asking me it?” 
“Oh.”  A little – okay, a lot of embarrassed heat explodes in your chest.  It radiates out with rapid-fire speed, scalding your neck and your face. 
You lower your gaze.  His dark eyes and expressive brows are now too intense for you.  You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, thumbs pushing at each other. 
“Well,” you say, slowly.  You look anywhere but him. “Something sort of happened.”
When you chance an upward glance, he is looking at you very studiously.   
“Sort of…” he says, looking more confused by the second.  “Did you… sort of… squirt?”
You cover your face, suddenly embarrassed beyond words.  Why did this seem like a good idea again?  You were so convinced a few minutes ago that this was a totally fine conversation to have with your friend.  Now you want the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 
You make a miserable little sound into your palms and Jeongin finally laughs.  His whole face crinkles with delight and he laughs so hard that it sounds like he can barely breathe.
“Don’t laugh at me!” you wail. 
“I’m not, I’m not,” he lies, because he is laughing his ass off while he says it.  “Come on, it’s fine.  Stop hiding.” 
He reaches across the counter for you.  You jerk away, mewling pathetically, which just makes him laugh again.  He eventually uses both hands to peel apart your death grip.  You still avoid his gaze, staring down at the counter, but he dips his head to chase your eyes. 
“There you are,” he says when your gazes meet.  “Crazy girl!  Ask me again.” 
“I forgot the question,” you say, petulant.
He snorts.  “I didn’t,” he says.  “You wanted to know if I ever made a woman—”
“Yes, I know what I asked!” you say, shaking your head.  You see him smile, a giant grin of immense amusement as you tug at your cheeks in distress.  “I’m sorry I asked.  It’s just that…”
“Something sort of happened?” he supplies when you trail off. 
“Technically,” you say, “something sort of didn’t happen.” 
“Ohhh.”  He returns to looking bashful, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Were you… with… someone?”
“Mhm.”  You both look at the kitchen counter while you speak.  “I had a date.  I planned the whole thing out.  You know me, I like a plan.”  You try to laugh but a flood of humiliation washes over you, the recollection of last night and how everything went so, so wrong.  You close your eyes and sigh.  “Ugh.  It was going well so I brought him back to my place.  Things got heated.  He said he was really good at… doing that… I said I had never done it before and he got excited and said I would like it.  I think I just… thought about it too much.  You know me!  I like a plan!  That wasn’t the plan!  Anyway, we put a towel on the bed which is why it was even more embarrassing when I couldn’t… when he couldn’t make me… ugh.”  You flop forward, pressing your forehead to the cold marble countertop.  “He called me high-strung and left.” 
You lift your head slowly, looking at Jeongin for his reaction.  His expression is all scrunched up like he smells something bad.  Then he gestures as if he is vomiting, making the noisy hurling sounds to match. 
You laugh in spite of yourself, nodding.
“I know, I know, you’re right,” you say.  “He sucked.” 
“High-strung?” Jeongin says, the word tumbling out like a curse.  “He said that?  Pffft—” 
You are glad you came to him.  Your other friends would have been protective and encouraging, which is nice, but Jeongin’s helpless laughter is more reassuring than anything.  That other guy was so pathetic that all Jeongin can do is laugh. 
Even so, you do feel a little sensitive about the whole thing.  You are smiling now but your gaze stays low.  You trace circles on the counter. 
“I know he… he was just embarrassed too.  He was rude to me, but… he wasn’t totally wrong.”
“No,” Jeongin says, shaking his head.  “No, no, no—”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you insist.  You let him take your hands and squeeze, but you talk before he can interrupt.  “Look he didn’t exactly handle it well but I… I am a little… um, overly thoughtful at times.  I’m not good at doing things in the spur of the moment.  It scares me and I think too much and once I start thinking I can’t stop.”  You let go of his hands, giving them one last friendly pat before you neatly fold your hands on the counter.  “Anyway, I asked you what I did because I was hoping you could instruct me so I can practice.  That way next time it happens, I won’t get scared and think so much.”
You smile at him. 
He slowly takes his glasses off, his mouth open. 
“Oh,” he says.  “Okay.  Um.” 
“Soooo… have you?” 
The tips of his ears turn a vibrant red and he puts his reading glasses aside.  He takes a second to rub his eyes with an incredible amount of vigour.  You wait patiently and politely, watching him tug down the sleeves of his hoodie then push them back up.  Those long fingers swipe through his hair once, twice.  Finally, he crosses his arms and nods sharply. 
“Yes,” he says.  “I have.” 
Oh.
The subject of your abstract thought suddenly becomes a tangible reality.  You cannot get the unbidden mental image out of your head: Jeongin, knuckle-deep in the very wet, very soft heat of someone lucky, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of them.  It is unexpectedly easy to imagine yourself in their place, his dark head between your thighs and his steady arm at work. 
You cross your legs.  He notices. 
“Would you mind showing me?” you ask. 
“Showing you?” he repeats, his thick eyebrows high on his face.  “Showing you?” 
“Yes,” you say.  You are so preoccupied with your mental image that it takes a moment to realize your phrasing might be misconstrued.  “Not like that!” 
He jumps in surprise. 
“Oh my god.”  You put your hands over your face again.  “I meant… abstractly.  Draw it.  Or tell me.  I didn’t mean—oh my goodness.”
His ears are still red but Jeongin dissolves into giggles again.   Your mortification works wonders on his dimples. 
“I’m not very good at drawing,” he teases, patting you on the head. 
“Oh my goodness,” is all you manage. 
His laughter is infectious, overpowering your embarrassment until you are giggling with him. 
“I’m sorry,” you say when the laughter finally slows.  You smile, chagrined and apologetic.  “It was a stupid question in the first place.  I’m really embarrassed.” 
“No, don’t be,” he says, waving his hand.  “You can tell me anything.  I was just… surprised.”
“Yeah, so was he,” you say, making both of you laugh again. 
When the laughter subsides a second time, Jeongin sighs.  He puts his discarded glasses back on, blinking his vision into his focus and smiling at you.  After the last few minutes of conversation, that smiles gives you butterflies.  You touch a hand to your stomach as if to still them, but they flutter away. 
“I have an idea,” he says, holding out his hand. 
“Oh no,” you say but take that hand without hesitation.  “Am I about to regret so many things?”
“What?  No.  When have I ever had a bad idea?” he asks while laughing, no doubt in recollection of every combined bad idea your friendship has conjured. 
You can hardly judge him for any bad ideas, though, seeing as you waltzed in here today asking your friend if he had ever made someone squirt.  It sounds very ridiculous in hindsight, but you truly do trust Jeongin so much that the idea seemed reasonable at the time. 
Now you are in his bedroom, hovering by the bedside while he plops down on his bed with a sigh.  He adjusts his glasses and the neck of his hoodie, like this is all protocol and not remotely unusual.  He takes a pillow and lays it gingerly across his lap, then looks up and beckons you forward with the come-hither crook of two fingers.  His smirk is suggestive but playful, just teasing you, but it awakens those butterflies again. 
“Come on,” he says.  “Sit.  I’ll, um, show you.”
“Show me?” you say, eying the pillow in his lap.  “Yang Jeongin, are you… about to defile that pillow?”
“Yes,” he says, nodding solemnly.  “We’re gonna make it squirt.”
“You know when I asked if you had ever done it before, I meant on a human…”
“Wow! I’m helping you with a visual demonstration and you insult me—!”
“Aha, I’m sorry!”  You burst into laughter at the incredulity on his face.   When he pushes the pillow off his lap with a show of dramatics, you wave your hands just as theatrically.  “I mean it, I mean it,” you say, though your laughter contradicts the sincerity of your words.  “Please help me.  I’m sorry, hahaha, I was just teasing, I need your help, please!”
He tries to stand up but you block him, shuffling every time he leans.  He finally grabs your hips to move you but you grab his shoulders.  Your wrestling is a light-hearted tussle, but then he starts tickling you and you stand no chance of survival.  You turn into a flailing, yelping mess, laughing as you spill across the bed with your arms around each other.   He tortures you another second, forcing another apology out of your mouth. 
When it is over, you lay there, panting.  He is leaning over you, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders.   Your friend likes to laugh but a very serious look crosses his face.  He looks at you like he is studying you, discovering some detail for the first time even though he has known you for years.  It is like you can feel his stare, a caress across your cheek, across your lips.  You take your bottom lip into your mouth, wetting it.
He takes a slow, deep breath. 
“That man was crazy,” he says.  His voice is lower than before, scratching above a whisper.  “You’re perfect.  He just didn’t care about getting to know you.  And that sucks for him because you—”  His voice breaks, the little squeak making him laugh, a small embarrassed sound.  The tips of his ears are red and he avoids meeting your gaze.  “You’re beautiful,” he says, “inside and out.  Any man would be lucky to be with you.” 
“Jeongin,” you say softly, because what else can you say? 
He meets your gaze.  His mouth is open like he wants to say more but he can only stare at you.  Eventually, he laughs.  He rubs the back of his neck as he sits up straight.  You sit up as well, staring at him while he adjusts his glasses. 
“Right,” he says.  “The, uh, the pillow.  I, um…”
It might have been amusing, watching him poke a pillow suggestively.  But you no longer care about that.  The energy in this room has changed, the whole world melting under the power of his words, changing the very shape of this space.  When you take a breath, all you smell is his cologne, masculine and smoky, all you see is your friend, in his hoodie and glasses with his blushing cheeks, and all you want is him.  Like this.  Right now. 
He reaches for the pillow and you reach for him.  You take his hand and he looks at you, blinking with surprise. 
You turn his hand over.  He really does have nice hands, long fingers, deft and strong.  You measure it against your own.  Then you guide his hand to your lips and kiss the tips of his fingers.  You look at him, making your eyes big, your lashes fluttering. 
“Oh,” he says.  “Oh.”
You laugh.  He cups your face and draws you close and you are both smiling when your lips come together.  Despite his blush, the kiss is ravishing.  You find yourself gasping for a breath, whimpering when he sucks your bottom lip. 
“Lay down please,” he says, speaking against your mouth. 
You nod.  Those butterflies are wild inside you.  You are certain you already look like an unravelled mess, laying on your back and breathing hard. 
He leans over you, catching your hand when you reach for him.  He kisses your palm, your fingers bumping his glasses, making you giggle.  He smiles too, the kiss lingering.  Your whole arm tingles even when he stops.  He guides your hand above your head, curling your fingers around the bars of his headboard. 
“You keep your hands where they are or I'll tie them up,” he says, but laughs at your surprised expression before the words can settle.   “You said yourself, you think too much,” he explains.  “Just lay there.  Don’t move.  Don’t think.  Let me take care of you.”  He puts a leg between yours, pushing forward with his hips to guide yours apart.  He fits there perfectly, pressing his body against yours.  Your breath catches.   “You can trust me,” he says, and somehow that gets you going more than any sexy come-on.
You trust him more than anyone.  You did not hesitate coming to him with an embarrassing story.  You ran to him before anyone else.  You always seek him out first.
You know you are safe in his hands. 
“Do whatever you want with me,” you say.  You never make that sort of offer, but it feels so natural here and now.  With him.  “I’m yours.”
“Whatever I want?” he says, his smile big and dimples deep.   He leans down, kissing your cheek then under your jaw.  When he kisses your throat, it is hot, open-mouthed kiss, all teeth and tongue.  It sends sparks shooting down your whole body, your hips bucking.  He is strong, the weight of him between your legs pinning you to the mattress.  You feel him, firm, hard, his whole body riding the rhythm of yours.  
He has not even undone a single button. 
“Whatever I want,” he repeats.  “That’s a big offer.” 
His hands, those gorgeous hands that had you captivated, slide up your thighs and under your skirt.  He stares down into your face while lifting the material, leaving a trail of goosebumps all the way up your thighs.  You feel yourself clench, a sharp pulse of need in your core.  Your body is thoughtless in its hunger and it feels so good to give into it. 
“Sometimes,” he says, “all I think about this… nothing extreme… just you like this… just us together…”
Every breath of a phrase is punctuated with a kiss, down your chest, your stomach, your thighs.  You are not expecting him to kiss you through your underwear, your hips bucking when he opens his mouth and ravishes you regardless of the barrier.  When you have soaked through the flimsy material, he finally hooks his pinkies into the fabric and tugs it down. 
You do not have time to be shy, just desperate to get them off.  He pushes your thighs back, folding you in half, then goes back to eating your pussy like he has all the time in the world, like there is no where he would rather be.  Your legs shake, your toes curling, body held firmly in his capable hands as he licks you hungrily. 
“Jeongin,” you gasp. 
“You taste like heaven,” is his reply. 
It is so cheesy but it makes you laugh, a happy sound that rumbles in your chest, that couples with pleasure and leaves your whole body singing.  You feel like you could float away. 
You are pliant, soft and malleable in his hands.  He really can do anything with you.  It does not scare you one bit.  You trust him, following his direction when he rolls you onto your side.  You gasp at his hand sliding under your shirt, squeezing your breasts, finding every sensitive nerve as he feels you up. 
“Don’t think,” he says, one arm around your chest and the other sliding down between your legs.  “Just feel, okay?” 
“Mmm,” is your only reply. 
You are so ready for him, wound up from his dirty kisses, taut with tension.  By the time those long fingers are inside you, it feels like completion rather than intrusion.  He fits like he belongs there, curling his fingers against places you never knew were sensitive.  It is like your body gives way, revealing all your secrets to his searching touch. 
“That’s it,” he says when your breathing gets erratic. 
You did not even realize he had found somewhere extra sensitive, not until he is already fucking it slowly.  By the time you realize just how soft you are there, it is too late to brace yourself.  He adds another finger and your body tightens around him.  Your eyes close and you see stars, gasping and rocking and almost crying at the dizzying swirl of sensation. 
“Oh, Jeongin,” you say.  His name is all you say for another minute.  It is the sound on your lips when he moves you, when he turns his hand just slightly, when the new angle sets off a chain reaction of feeling.  You cry out, clenching sporadically around his rapidly moving fingers.  You yank a corner of the bedspread right off the mattress.
Your orgasm seems to go on forever, pulsing and aching and clenching.  Your whole body feels boneless by the time it settles and he slips his fingers free. 
“Oops,” he says, adjusting his skewed glasses with his clean hand.  “Should’ve put a towel down after all.” 
You look down and whimper at the obvious wetness on his bedsheets.   You would apologize but he does not look sorry at all.  In fact, he grins, looking very satisfied with himself. 
You are in a state of utter disarray and he is still fully clothed, having shattered your world with just one hand.  It makes you laugh, giddy. 
Your arms finally drop.  Though it takes a minute, you find a little strength and push yourself up.  He is smiling when you climb into his lap.  He even winks at you when he puts his wet fingers in his mouth. 
You open your mouth too.  You hold his gaze while he puts his fingers in your mouth, his breath catching when you suck them eagerly. 
“I want something more,” you say. 
“Do whatever you want with me,” he echoes your words back to you.  “I’m yours.” 
He is right about the simplest fantasy making for a wonderous reality.  There are no expectations of any over-the-top actions; it is enough it is you and him, together.   Clothing ends up scattered around his room, then you are in his lap and he is holding your waist, and you are holding the bars behind his head as you ride him where he sits against the headboard. 
His glasses get askew but you fix them, laughing against his smile before kissing him again.   It is for nothing because they fall off a second later, when he grabs you and moves, putting you on your back to fuck you at another angle.  He slides a hand between you, rubbing at you, working you up. Your head falls back, your whole body tingling with the approach of another orgasm. 
“Yes, yes,” he says, no doubt feeling you get tight around him.  It is his moaning that sets you off, your legs around his hips, pulling him in close as you come together. 
He kisses all over your face, both of you laughing when he slightly misses your lips.  You find his glasses and put them back on him, meeting his re-focussed gaze and smiling. 
“Was that an okay demonstration?” he teases.  “Like I said, I’m not very good at drawing.” 
“Maybe so,” you tease back, running your fingers through his hair.  “I might need another one.  Just to be sure.” 
“Just to be sure,” he says, nodding very sagely.  “Good idea.  Maybe after that, I’ll take you out to dinner.  Then we better come back here and try again.”
“Just to be sure,” you say. 
“Just to be sure,” he agrees. 
You are already smiling when he kisses you. 
You have never been more sure about anything in your life. 
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seungminheart · 8 months
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BETTER AND BETTER — yang jeongin
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pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, angst if you squint? bff2lovers!au word count: 10.9k warnings: 18+ mdni!!! soft dom!jeongin, brat!reader, masturbation (m&f), light manhandling, unprotected sex, one bed trope (gasp!), reader wears dresses and jeongin is very into it, he is just soooo down bad in general, this was supposed to be like 4k idk how it became this...
summary: a weekend getaway with your best friend is the cure for all your stress; at least, its supposed to be. so then, why does he end up spending the whole trip stressed instead...? OR, jeongin has been obsessed with you for years. (unfortunately for him, you are painfully oblivious to it all. guess he has no choice but to fuck the shit out of you until you notice.)
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"Yang Jeongin," you inhale deeply through your nose. "What is in your hands?"
"What do you mean?" He asks. "These are my bags."
You deadpan. "Obviously I know that! I mean, who on Earth needs three bags for a weekend trip?"
"Listen," he begins. "I know this is a foreign concept to you, but like... some of us enjoy actually trying to look good."
"Say that again," you threaten, reaching down to take off your slipper.
"Some of us—"
The slipper is off your foot before he has the chance to finish.
"Joking!" He exclaims with a giggle, taking a few bounding steps away from your reach.
"Whatever," you mutter, grabbing your single bag from the back of the car.
"Are you mad at me?" Jeongin asks, trailing after you as you begin the long trek uphill.
"Y/NNNN..." He sings, keeping in step with you despite his huge bags.
"You're so annoying," you mutter. You can already feel the burn in your legs, and the heat beating down isn't doing anything to help.
"That's not very nice to say to someone who planned out this entire vacation just for you," Jeongin points out with a smirk.
"Whatever," you huff childishly.
Your arms are already straining with the weight of your single bag. He, you notice, doesn't seem at all winded despite how heavy you imagine his bags are.
"It's not like I asked you to plan anything anyways... Why did you have to pick a place so far away?"
"Just wait," he insists. "It's worth it, I promise!"
You aren't sure how he has so much energy. The drive had been five hours—the exhaustion is already setting deep into your bones, and you didn't do anything except lounge in the passenger seat and complain about the secrecy of this trip.
To be fair, your brattiness isn't completely unearned. You didn't even know about this trip until this morning, when Jeongin ambushed you at your apartment and all but corralled you into his car.
It didn't matter how many times you asked him where, exactly, he is taking you—he remained tight-lipped on the destination, until the rocky shores of the coastline came into view and you realized he had taken you to the closest seaside town.
After countless years of friendship with Yang Jeongin, you were taken aback by how much his spontaneity continued to surprise you. It never made sense how the two of you remained friends despite your opposite nature, and yet you couldn't imagine a life without him. So, although it did annoy you to no end that he gave you no heads up about this trip, you went along with it anyways.
Deep down, you knew he planned all of this because of how stressed you had been lately. Jeongin isn't always the best when it comes to comforting you, but he tries, and you can't deny it—a weekend away to rest and recharge does sound like the perfect escape.
"That," you pant once you reach the small cottage on the top of the hill. "Was horrible."
"What do you mean?" Jeongin asks cheerfully.
"I literally hate you so much right now."
"Well," he says, grabbing your bag from you with ease. "I was going to tell you about the fun day I had planned, but I guess not..."
"Jeongin," you grit out. He fishes a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door without even sparing you a glance.
Sometimes, it is irritating just how well he knows you. Sure, it might be your fault for getting so riled up, but if there is one thing you hate more than anything, it is surprises.
Jeongin obviously knows that, and his annoying smirk is really getting on your last nerve. So much so that you hardly notice just how perfect the little cottage is.
"Yes?" He asks sweetly, his dimples on display as he flashes you an innocent grin.
You open your mouth to reply, but then he steps inside and opens the door wider, giving you a perfect view of the inside, and your words suddenly evade you.
"What..." you trail off with a gasp.
"Told you it would be worth it," Jeongin says smugly.
The interior of the cottage is whimsical, with exposed wood pillars, the sprawling bookshelf of your dreams, and a pop of pastel here and there, but what really takes your breath away is the view.
On the far facing wall, a large window overlooks the cliffside that the cottage is sat upon, and the idyllic seaside view is so gorgeous your brain starts malfunctioning.
For some reason that you are unable to place, your throat tightens. The cottage is beautiful, but it is the amount of thought that Jeongin put into it—this whole weekend—that catches you off guard.
If you had to sum it up in one word, you would say it's romantic.
Romance and Jeongin in one thought, however, is enough to send you spiraling. He's your best friend—he has been for years, and you would never do anything to compromise that. Ever. So what if your heart clenches sometimes when he's too nice, or your stomach flip flops when he looks particularly adorable, or your legs threaten to give out when you think about how much you care about him?
What the two of you have right now is perfect, and more importantly, it's enough.
"Wow," Jeongin whistles when you take too long to respond. "That good?"
"...It's alright, I guess," you throw back, the burn in the back of your throat still present even as you shrug your shoulders.
"Alright?" He scoffs. "Just alright?"
"Maybe if it didn't cost me an arm and a leg to get up here..." you trail off, walking towards the only bedroom in the cottage.
"I've seen you climb taller hills for half a bag of chips," Jeongin says.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" You call, swinging the door open.
The bed inside looks just as dreamy as the rest of the house, and you waste no time collapsing into its fluffy mattress. It is only when you take a deep inhale of the cotton that it hits you.
"Jeongin," you begin slowly. "Why is there only one bed?"
"Huh?" His head peeks through the doorframe, gaze falling on where you lie on the bed.
"Hmm. I guess there is only one."
You narrow your eyes. "And you didn't think to check before you booked it?"
The sheepish look that stretches across his face is a familiar one.
"Well, in my defense," he reasons. "I was a little distracted by trying to figure out how I was going to get you here in the first place."
"Oh my god," you groan, facepalming. "I'm best friends with an idiot."
"Hey," he pouts. "Is sharing a bed with me really that bad?"
"Yes!" You burst out.
"You answered that a little bit too quickly."
You purse your lips. That's because the last time we shared a bed I was so turned on I almost begged you to fuck me, you want to scream at him. The words are on the tip of your tongue—but then you remember that he is your best friend, and you stop yourself.
"You hog the blanket," you say instead. "And you're always so warm."
"I thought you liked that."
"Not in the middle of summer, Jeongin!"
"Whatever," he wallows. "I guess I'll just sleep on the couch, then... All alone... By myself..."
His lips pucker in a pout and you raise an eyebrow when he stares at you with wide eyes.
"You're supposed to say 'No, Jeongin, don't do that! Of course I would love to share a bed with you!'" He argues, glaring at you.
"I'm not going to lie," you snort.
He shrugs, picking up one of his bags and throwing it on the right side of the bed.
"Too bad," Jeongin sticks his tongue out at you. "It's my reward for being such a good friend."
"Um," you wrinkle your nose, shoving his bag off the bed.
"...Oh," he freezes, caught off guard by the unexpected action. You can physically pinpoint the moment his expression morphs from playful to unsure.
"Well, o-on a serious note, I'm totally fine sleeping on the couch i-if you're—"
"That's my side of the bed, you roll your eyes. "And if you hog the blankets tonight, I won't hesitate to kick you."
"Ohthankgod," he squeezes out in one breath, collapsing on the bed next to you.
"Yeah, yeah," you brush him off, snuggling deeper into the heavenly mattress. "Now leave me alone for like... two hours. I'm taking a nap."
"Um. No."
"And why the fuck not?"
Jeongin's hand wraps around your ankle. You yelp at the sensation of his warm fingers, and then you yelp again when he pulls you, dragging you to the edge of the bed.
"Let me think," he taps a finger against his chin. "Maybe because it's still the morning, and you spent the whole drive here being a little whiny baby?"
Jeongin towers over you, and your mind short circuits. The image is too suggestive—the pursing of his lips, the downturn of his gaze, not to mention the way that he is halfway straddling you, his legs on either side of your thighs, caging you in.
In another life, this position is leading to something very different. Your lips fall open with a soft puff of air, and all you can do is stare up at him.
But then you remember: he is your best friend.
"And," he continues, and a pang of guilt smacks you in the chest for having such lewd thoughts about him.
"I have a whole day planned for us. You can sleep when we come back."
You remain listless where you are and he frowns.
"Well?"
"I can't really move if you're on top of me," you say, your words coming out more breathy than you intended.
"Oh." Jeongin freezes as if he's only just realized the position you are in. "R-Right."
You aren't sure if you should be insulted by how quickly he scrambles away from you, and it does seem a little bit like overkill when he shoots to the opposite end of the room, but the further away he is, the easier it is to breathe, and so you ignore it.
"At least let me change first," you groan, pushing yourself off of the bed. "Give me five."
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"Dibs on shower first!" You holler as you step into the cottage a few hours later.
Jeongin trails in behind you, letting the keys drop slowly from his hands onto the table. Although you hadn't been too enthused about doing anything earlier, the day he had planned out for you was actually very fun.
The café-hopping in particular had been your favorite activity (if there was one thing Jeongin loved to do, it was indulge your incessant sweet tooth), but you had absolutely adored the walk down by the coast as well as the small flea market you had stumbled upon.
The day couldn't have been any more perfect. Even the weather was cooperative; the sun remained out the entire day, but a cool sea breeze sheltered you from the scorching heat of the summer, and you were thankful you had decided to wear your favorite flowy sundress out.
The only issue was that Jeongin seemed a little... distracted throughout it all.
It didn't matter how many times you asked him what was wrong. He remained tight-lipped, insisting that he was fine, that you really needed to stop worrying about him.
But even now, as he flops down onto the couch and stares listlessly at the wall, you can't help but feel a little worried. The glassy, distant look in his eyes makes your heart clench.
"Innie?" You prompt, leaning against the doorframe to the bedroom.
"Y-yeah?" He responds, finally looking at you. Except—no, he's not looking at you. He's looking somewhere past you.
To be more specific, at some distant point above your right shoulder.
"Just... Don't come in, I guess," you sigh.
He nods once.
Despite the cozy and humble atmosphere of the cottage, the bathroom is actually quite modern. A sleek marble countertop encases the pearl sink, and a waterfall shower is hidden within walls of frosted glass. Next to the shower, a large window overlooks the rolling clouds in the sky.
You turn the temperature as high as it goes and slip your dress off, letting it fall into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Once the water is warm enough, you step under the stream. As you go through the motions of washing yourself, your mind trails back to Jeongin.
You can't remember the last time you saw him so off. You can't remember if you've ever seen him like this, in fact.
You're not sure what is wrong with him, but the curiosity (laced with concern) gnaws at your stomach. Half an hour later, when you finally step out from under the steaming water, the thought still remains.
In a haze, you dry yourself and get dressed in an oversized t-shirt and sweats before stepping out in the living room. Jeongin is still glued to the couch, but he seems much more relaxed as he scrolls through his phone.
"Shower's all yours," you say.
When he looks up, you are relieved to find that his gaze seems much more clear and focused than it had all day. And when a groan escapes his lips and he reclines further into the couch, you know that he is definitely much better than he had been earlier.
"Stop being gross," you huff. "Go wash up so we can watch How to Train Your Dragon."
"Yeah, yeah," Jeongin gripes, but eventually pushes himself up.
"And hurry!" You call as he steps into the bedroom. "If you're not out in fifteen, I'm starting the movie without you!"
He flips you off right as he shuts the door, and you roll your eyes as you step into the kitchen.
The wide windows give you a perfect view of the sunset over the cliffs, and your stomach turns. It's so beautiful you feel like you can't breathe.
You pour yourself a glass of water and take a large gulp, a strange sense of calm setting over you. You can't recall the last time you felt this at peace—not with all the stress from work and your recently ended situationship. It only makes you even more thankful to have such an amazing friend like Jeongin.
After you finish your water, you head into the living room and begin tidying up for movie night. It only takes a few minutes to get everything ready—the blankets are laid out, the drinks are set up.
Except, when you reach for your phone to order the pizza, you find it is not there. A moment of panic washes over you, until you remember setting it down right before your shower. Which means that your phone must still be in the bathroom.
The faint sound of running water when you approach the bedroom tells you that Jeongin is still in the shower.
"Jeongin?" You knock on the door, but there is no answer. He must not be able to hear you, you think to yourself as you push the bedroom door open and step inside.
The water is louder, and you call his name out again. "Innie?"
No response still.
You knock twice, hoping that he'll be able to hear that at least, but the only reply you get comes in the form of a soft, pained grunt, as if he has just stubbed his toe.
"Jeongin, hello?"
Your hand hovers over the doorknob, a conflicting swirl of emotions welling up inside you. Should you go in? Your phone is on the counter right next to the door, and the shower is frosted glass. It's not like you would see anything, and you would be in and out so quick he wouldn't notice.
And besides, even if you did see something, it wouldn't be the first time. You don't go so many years being best friends with a person and not seeing them naked accidentally at least once.
Yeah, you reason to yourself, it's no big deal. And besides, you really wanted that pizza...
When you turn the doorknob, you're half surprised to meet no resistance. Then again, Jeongin is the type to forget to lock the door.
You push the door open slowly, breathing a sigh of relief when your phone on the counter comes into view. Your eyes drop down to the ground, and you notice that your phone isn't the only thing you left in the bathroom—you had left your dress on the ground, too.
And right next to it lies a pile of Jeongin's discarded clothes.
Your face flushes. There is something strangely intimate about seeing your clothes and his right next to each other. It's so embarrassing to be worked up over such a small thing, and you want to smack yourself for how middle-school it is that such a silly coincidence sends your heart fluttering.
Instead, you take a step inside, slowly, reaching for your phone.
Your hand has just closed around it, a sense of accomplishment-slash-relief swelling in your chest, when you hear a choked moan coming from the shower.
Your heart stops in your chest, and then starts again with a sputter.
What the fuck was that?
And then, you hear the sound again.
Your phone clatters from your grasp as ice sparks through your veins.
There's no way, you think to yourself.
There is no way you just walked in on Jeongin jerking off in the shower.
Is there?
Almost as if you're possessed, you turn towards the shower, towards where your best friend is naked and under the steady stream of water only a few feet away from you.
And even though the glass walls of the shower are frosted only from the neck down, the vague shape of his hand wrapped around himself is unmistakable.
Unbidden, a gasp slips from your lips as a strange mixture of arousal and shame hits you in the chest. Even though you can't see anything, the insinuation is enough to make your blood run hot.
And then, in the most unfortunate turn of events, Jeongin chooses that exact moment to look up.
The scream that escapes his lips would have been comical, if you hadn't also screamed. But hey, what else were you supposed to do? You didn't expect him to actually look up at you. No, actually—you didn't expect to walk in on him jacking off at all.
"W-What—?" Jeongin splutters, flushed—in embarrassment or arousal, you aren't sure.
"I'm sorry!" You screech, your face on fire as you avert your eyes by staring upwards at the ceiling. "I was just trying to get my phone!"
"Oh my god," Jeongin groans, his eyes squeezing shut. "Oh my god, this isn't happening."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving!" You chant. "I'm so sorry!"
You run out so fast he barely has the chance to respond, and the slamming of the door behind you is so loud it echoes throughout the cottage.
The silence is deafening as you collapse onto the couch in the living room, a hand held to your chest to help calm your racing heart.
You can't think about what you just saw—you refuse to. So, to distract yourself, you turn on the TV and raise the volume loud enough to drown out your thoughts.
Still, you find it impossible to focus on whatever is playing on the screen in front of you.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the shower fades away. Your heart races as you think about what Jeongin is doing in there for so long—did he just continue on after you ran out?
It isn't your place to think thoughts like that about him, however, so you remain seated where you are and wait for him to come out and join you.
Only, he never does. Which you should have expected. After all, is movie night really still in the cards? In your rush to escape the bathroom, you had forgotten your phone in there, so there was no pizza anyways. Not to mention the elephant in the cottage with you...
"Innie?" You peek into the bedroom, only to find him cocooned in the bedsheets, his face hidden from sight.
"Are you awake?"
He doesn't respond, but his breathing gets a little shallower at the sound of your voice.
When you settle down on your side of the bed, he rolls over to face away from you.
"Go away," he mumbles.
"Why?"
"I'm embarrassed," he whines, "and I don't want to look at you or I might cry."
"I'm sorry," you apologize immediately, a frown creeping onto your face.
"Ugh," he groans. "It's not your fault..."
"It kind of is," you point out.
He shakes his head.
"Listen," you sigh. "There's no need to be embarrassed about this, if you really think about it! Masturbating is a natural, healthy thing, and you shouldn't be ashamed of your virility."
"Shut up," Jeongin whines. "Why did you have to say it like that?"
"Because it's true!" You insist, trying to will away the image of what his hand wrapped around his dick might look like if there hadn't been a frosted pane of fucking glass between the two of you earlier.
"And besides," you continue. "We're best friends. I've seen you do loads of embarrassing things. Jerking off in the shower doesn't even make the top five."
"Gee, thanks," his face is still buried under the sheets, but you don't have to see it to know that he is rolling his eyes.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll pretend I never saw anything," you tell him.
He is silent for a moment.
Then, he throws the covers off of himself and sits up, looking you dead in the eye.
"Whatever!" He exclaims finally, pouting at you. "It doesn't matter anyways."
"Exactly!" You nod vigorously. "And besides, it's not like I saw much."
Strands of his damp hair cling to his forehead, and his brow furrows.
"Your loss," he shrugs. "I'm, like, insanely hot."
You scoff at how serious he looks. "You're so annoying."
"And you're a perv," he snarks back.
"Fuck you," you bite.
"You wish!"
"Shut up," you deadpan. "Now, are you done being a baby? We still have a movie to watch."
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The next morning when you wake up, it is with buttery sunbeams on your face and Jeongin's dick against your back.
In your half-awake haze, you haven't quite processed where you are. The last thing you remember is falling asleep on opposite ends of the bed after a very emotional rewatch of Jeongin's favorite movie.
And now? Well, it's safe to say that distance was not maintained throughout the night.
In this moment, there are only three truths: a warm, heavy arm is splayed over your torso, pinning you to the bed. Something solid is firm and hard against the small of your back. And when you roll your hips upwards against it, a muffle moan sounds behind you.
The noise is so enticing that you can't help but roll your hips again, relishing the feeling.
Only, half a moment later, do you realize what exactly it is—who exactly it is. Your eyes snap open.
Now, there are four truths: Jeongin's arm is wrapped around you, his dick is hard against your back, you are insanely turned on... And you need to get away from him before he wakes up.
Despite your racing heart, you try you best to pry his arm off of you gently. You can't imagine the embarrassment (on both your parts) if he was to wake up right now. Especially not after last night.
Thankfully, though, he remains asleep once you escape his grasp, stretching out his limbs. Your skin is flushed as you stand over the bed, and you can't help but feel like a creep. First, you accidentally walk in on him jerking off, and then you rub yourself all over him while he's sleeping?
You are the worst friend ever.
Shame washed over you as you hurry into the bathroom. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you spend longer than usual on your morning routine. So maybe it doesn't take ten minutes to tone your face, but you are still dazed with arousal and embarrassment, both of which cause you to move slower than usual.
Thirty minutes later when you walk back into the bedroom, you find Jeongin awake and scrolling through his phone.
"Hey," he greets you, his messy hair falling into his eyes.
"Hi," you say back, hoping you don't sound as awkward as you feel.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks innocently. Your face heats up.
"Y-Yup!" You exclaim.
Jeongin's gaze lingers on you, his lips pursed.
"Anyways," you continue quickly. "What's the plan for today?"
"Oh," he visibly brightens. "Well, I was thinking we could take a walk around town, and then maybe do a boat tour in the afternoon, if you're down for it?"
The bashful way he asks you makes your heart melt, especially with the dangerous knowledge that he's probably already booked the boat tour, just in case you say yes.
"That sounds great," you tell him.
He grins and his eyes disappear behind his dimples, which in turn makes you want to disappear.
"Great," he says happily. "What d'you say we leave in an hour?"
"An hour?" You raise a brow teasingly. "You sure that's enough time for you to get ready?"
He scoffs, pushing himself up from the bed. "Don't be rude."
"Better get a head start," you call as he walks towards the bathroom. Predictably, he sticks his tongue out in your direction before letting the door shut.
As Jeongin gets ready, you rifle through your bag, trying to decide on an outfit for the day. The weather is nice and sunny, and it doesn't take long for you to decide on a dress, similar to the one you wore yesterday: this time, it is light green, short, and flowy enough that you won't have to worry about overheating.
In the time it takes him to finish getting ready, you manage to work your way through an ungodly amount of true crime Youtube videos. You are stretched out on the bed, stomach down, as a mukbang-style recount of a serial killer spree plays on your phone when Jeongin finally walks out of the bathroom.
"Finally," you complain, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. "Are you ready?"
He takes a moment too long to respond, and concern washes over you. When you look up at the way he is all but gaping at you, that concern only intensifies.
"Oh..." Jeongin stutters, frozen in the doorway.
"What?" You ask, self-conscious under his piercing gaze. "Is there something wrong?"
Your brow furrows as you look down at yourself, trying to figure out if your clothes are inside out, or if there is some horrific toothpaste stain that you managed to miss. However, a quick perusal of your outfit indicates that nothing seems to be out of place.
You look back up and Jeongin is still staring.
"Does it... Does it not look good?"
This was your first time wearing this dress. You bought it a few months ago when it caught your eye in the store, hoping that maybe you'd get to dress up and look nicer than usual. It wasn't something you did often but you had just started seeing someone new back then, so you thought—well, why not?
"Jaehyun didn't like it much," you blabber on. "But I thought it was fine. Although, maybe it does look a little off... Should I change? I should change, right?"
Jaehyun was a nice guy, for all intents and purposes. You met him through a friend of a friend, and when he asked you out you said yes immediately, if only because you were bored and desperately in need of a distraction from your turbulent feelings for your best friend.
You liked him well enough, even if he did sometimes say things without thinking. Like how he didn't think green suited you, or that he thought you looked infinitely better in pants instead of dresses. When things ended with him, you weren't too torn up about it, however, so you must not have liked him that much.
At the mention of your ex, Jeongin scoffs.
"That asshole? Don't listen to anything he says. You look great... Beautiful, really."
Your cheeks heat up at the fervor in his voice.
"R-Really?"
He nods vigorously.
"Thanks, Innie..." You mumble.
He is still standing in the doorway, but whatever spell he is under seems to break as he looks at you. Suddenly shy under his gaze, you avoid eye contact as you fidget with the hem of your dress.
"If you don't mind me asking..." Jeongin hesitates. "Why did you end things with him, anyways? Not that I'm complaining! You just, y'know, never really told me what happened."
"Oh, I didn't end things," you say. "He did, actually."
"What?" Jeongin hisses as if he has been physically hit.
You nod.
"Why would he do that?" The genuine disbelief in his voice, as if he can't possibly wrap his mind around what you are saying, floors you. He sounds so personally offended, and you can't help but smile at what a loyal friend he is.
Then his question actually registers and your smile fades away, discomfort churning in your stomach.
"He, uh," you pause. "Well. He didn't like... How close you and I are."
"You're joking."
You shake your head.
Jeongin's eyes are wide and he asks, "did he, like, tell you to choose between me and him?"
He laughs slightly at the end as if it is a joke, but you remain silent.
"No way," he says. "No way."
"Yeah," you suck in a breath. "That was pretty much my reaction, too."
"What an asshole," he scoffs. "Why did you even stay with him for so long?"
There is an edge to his voice, and your brow furrows.
"Because he was nice, and I liked him," you say, slightly irritated at the accusation in his tone.
"Really?" He pins you with a look, as if to say he doesn't think the reason is good enough.
"Yes, Jeongin, and he liked me too. Why else do people see each other?"
"Well it doesn't sound like he liked you that much," Jeongin mutters.
You frown, not liking the way his words pierce you. Maybe it was true that Jaehyun didn't like you that much. But he did like you, which was more than you could say about Jeongin. Who was he to have an opinion on your love life? He might be your best friend, but you don't appreciate the way he is judging you right now—especially for something that is well and truly over.
"I..." You feel more vulnerable than you would like. "You asked what happened and I told you. Why... Why are you mad at me for this?"
"I'm not mad at you," Jeongin says automatically, and his words are softer, lacking the heat they had only moments before.
"It sounds like you are..."
"No," he inhales, chewing on his lip. "God, no. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at him."
"Really...?" You ask dubiously.
"Really!" Jeongin exclaims. "It just pisses me off that he treated you like that. Like, who does he think he is? God, he's always been such a dick!"
You pause, taking in the taut lines of agitation on his face. By now, he has abandoned his position in the doorway in favor of pacing around the room.
"What...?" You say, lost. "But I thought you liked him!"
"Uh, fuck no," he rolls his eyes. "I've never liked him. Literally anyways could treat you better than he did."
A moment passes.
"I could treat you better."
Your breath catches in your throat.
Under any other circumstances, his words would seem normal. You might have been able to brush it off as a joke, maybe even laughed a little.
But the earnest way he is looking at you, the resolute way his hands wring together as he looks at you—really looks at you, tells you that there is more to what he is saying.
HIs pacing has come to a halt, and even from the opposite end of the room, you can see the uneasy rawness in his expression.
"What..." You hiccup. "Why do you say that?"
He considers your question for a moment, a thousand thoughts brewing in his head. It seems as if he is on the precipice of two impossible choices. Then, he takes a steely breath and nods.
"Because I mean it."
The words leave his lips and your heartbeat quickens.
"I don't understand..." You say faintly.
Frustrated, Jeongin runs a hand through his hair. His pacing resumes and he fidgets with his fingers as you watch, unsure what he is going to do next.
"Am I really...?" He mutters, more to himself than to you. "Really...? Okay, yeah, I am."
As you watch, he rolls his shoulders back and then sets his eyes on you, walking over and taking a seat on the bed next to you.
He is close enough that your things are touching and your heart stutters at the imploring look in his eyes. His hand wraps around yours, pulling it into his lap.
You look down at your joined hands, and then up at him again.
"Jeongin?" You ask tentatively.
"Just..." He practically chokes, his eyes sliding shut.
"Are you okay?" A concoction of worry and anticipation swirls inside you.
"Yeah, okay. I'm just going to say it."
"Okay."
"This is kind of embarrassing," he laughs. "I mean, why is this so hard? You literally just walked in on me with my hand around my dick yesterday but this seems, like, ten times worse."
Heat shoots through you.
"W-What...?" You breathe unable to stop the way your gaze drops to his covered crotch, only a few inches away from your joined hands.
Jeongin had decided on wearing jeans today, the baggy dad-fit kind, and although they are loose, you can't help but imagine what might lie underneath.
"Wait..." Jeongin says. "Are you staring at my dick right now?"
"What? No!"
"Really? It sure looks like you are."
"There's a stain," you fib, dragging your eyes away from him.
"I just bought these two days ago."
"Okay," you inhale. "Fine. Maybe I was. But also, y'know, maybe I wasn't."
When you look at his face, a small smile threatens to break out across it.
"D'you want a closer look?" He teases.
You scoff, yanking your hand out of his.
"Weren't you saying something?" You ask pointedly.
"Sorry, you're right," he nods, gently taking your hand back. Except this time, he pulls the rest of you along with it, dragging you flush onto his lap.
Your cheeks flush immediately, but Jeongin doesn't seem at all embarrassed by this new position.
"I'm trying to confess my feelings for you right now," he continues. "We can talk about my dick later."
"You're... what for me?!"
He raises a brow, surprisingly calm.
"Feelings," Jeongin says slowly. "I have them. For you. Romantically, y'know."
You scoff. "Don't be condescending. I heard what you said!"
"I was just trying to help," he tells you innocently. "You seemed confused.
"Because I am!" You cry. "What are you saying? Y-You can't be serious."
"Yes, I am," he rolls his eyes. "I like you, a lot, in case you couldn't tell."
You gape at him.
"And you must like me too," he adds, "considering the way you were just staring at my dick."
You glare at him, unable to fight the fierce heat that rises to your cheeks even as you break your hand free from his grasp once again.
"Shut up," you groan, placing your hands square on his chest. A teasing smile stretches across his face, and then slowly slips away as you wiggle in his lap, trying to get off of him.
Jeongin's breath catches in his throat and his hands automatically drift to your hips, holding you in place.
"Let me go," you whine, increasing your efforts. "You're saying weird things and I, like, need a moment."
"Oh my god. You need to stop doing that."
"Doing what?" You snark.
He looks at you pointedly, a dark look in his eyes, and you wriggle some more, until—
"Oh," you gasp, surprising by the hard feeling poking against your thigh. "Jeongin, w-what the hell?"
"It's not my fault," he groans. "I told you to stop! And you look so good in this stupid dress I-I couldn't help it..."
"I don't understand," you stutter, arousal shooting straight to your core. "Where is this coming from?"
"You can't be serious," Jeongin mutters, and against your will, you squirm at the hoarse quality of his voice.
"—Fuck, please don't do that."
He sounds physically in pain, and you inhale sharply as his grip tightens on your hips, bruising as he holds you in place. His hands are so big—a fact you have always known, but seems somehow unavoidable now that they are holding you down on his lap.
"I—" You begin.
"You really had no idea how I feel about you?" Jeongin asks, pulling you closer to him. "Like, at all?"
"Oh," the moan escapes your lips at the delicious drag of your clothed core against his leg.
"Fuck, I wasn't going to tell you like this," he mumbles, his head falling against your shoulder. "I wasn't going to tell you at all. But I just—"
He inhales.
"I wanted to do this the right way, at least," Jeongin's jaw clenches.
"You are definitely doing this the right way," you say lowly, and then immediately blush afterwards. The words weren't supposed to come out, but his fingers tighten on your hips, and your thighs tighten around his leg.
"Shut up," he huffs, but there is a burgeoning hope underlying his tone. "I'm trying to be romantic here."
You consider his words. This position is making you delirious—you have always dreamed of this, Jeongin under you... no, Jeongin having feelings for you. It's euphoric, knowing that he actually cares about you the way you care about him. But the heat building up in the pit of your stomach is increasingly distracting, and all you want to do right now is grind down and get some relief.
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, and then look up at him with wide eyes.
"You can be romantic after you fuck me," you say boldly.
A muffled groan escapes his lips and his hips ruth shallowly upwards at your words.
"Don't say things like that," he whines. "I—"
"Yes?" One of your hands creeps up his thighs.
"No," Jeongin glares at you. He snatches your sneaky wrist, yanking it away from you, and his unforgiving grip only sends another shot of arousal through you.
"If I fuck you," he breathes, "it'll be after I tell you how I feel."
You perk up. "So that means you are going to fuck me?"
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "Not if you keep acting like a brat."
You raise a brow wordlessly, and Jeongin's hold on your wrist loosens at the look in your eyes.
In this position, your dress is ridden up to the top of your thighs, leaving little to nothing to the imagination. You don't miss the way that his gaze travels up your legs, snagging on the green material as he chews on the inside of his cheek.
A mischievous, horny half-thought forms in your head. Your hands drift to the hem of your dress, and then before he can stop you—or worse, before you can stop yourself—you tug it up high enough to put your lace panties on display.
"Y/N." Your name is a choked whine as it leaves his lips.
"Yes?"
Jeongin takes a deep breath, his eyes focused on the ceiling in an attempt to collect himself.
"I don't—I mean, I want—" He struggles.
"Is something wrong, Innie?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I like you, but you're being so fucking difficult. Can't you wait, like, two minutes?"
"Oh my god, shut up," you breathe finally, squirming closer to him. "You like me, I get it! I like you too, obviously. I would like you better if your dick was inside me, but whatever. Can we fuck now?"
Your hand inches up his thigh again, and this time he doesn't have the chance to stop you before you're dragging a finger along the crotch of his jeans.
Half a sigh escapes his lips and then he grabs your hand, adjusting your grip so that you are fully palming him through the thick material.
"If you're going to be a brat," he groans, "at least do it right."
A wicked grin stretches across your lips.
"Gladly."
You reach for his zipper, eager to get his pants off so you can feel the full weight of him in your hands. But before you have the chance, Jeongin's hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you down to his lips.
"You—" he presses his lips against yours, hard. "—are such—" The words vibrate against your lips and you fight the urge to whimper, "—a tease."
"I'm trying to touch your dick," you pout between kisses.
Technically, you are touching his dick, but it's not enough. Not since yesterday, when the tantalizing what if wormed its way into your mind. It is pure torment, knowing all the lies between you and your prize is one measly layer of denim.
It is even more annoying that Jeongin has decided to distract you with pecks on the lips that are surprisingly tame, considering that he is insanely hard beneath you.
"And I," he glares, "am trying to tell you how much I adore and admire you."
The effect of his resolve is half-lost when his eyes flicker down to your chest, glazing over in lust as he stares at the shape of your body.
"Do that later," you hiss.
Your efforts with your hands are momentarily forgotten as you focus your attention solely on his lips.
Determined to deepen the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself as close as you can, scooting up in his lap and molding the front of your body to his.
In this new position, your core is directly over his clothed cock and you grind down on him at the same time that you lick a long stripe against the seam of his lip.
Your actions have the desired effect when Jeongin's lips part in a soundless moan. His willpower quakes when your tongue slides into his mouth, and the way he kisses you back is sloppy, as if he is trying to swallow you whole.
But then, almost too quickly, he remembers himself. With a surprisingly sexy amount of self control, he manages to pull himself away from you.
A small whine escapes you and your lips try to follow his, but Jeongin's hand wraps around your throat and holds you where you are.
"Who said you could do that?" He asks. His lips are red and swollen as they turn upwards in a foreboding smirk.
"Sorry, I didn't know I needed permission to kiss you," you scoff. "Or did you not like it?"
"Oh, I liked it," Jeongin says, unaffected by your taunt. "What I would like more is for you to shut up and actually listen to me, but it's okay. We'll get there eventually."
"Sure," you roll your eyes.
A competitive glint steals its way into his gaze. "Is that a challenge?"
"And if it is?"
"Mmm, baby, I was hoping you would say that."
And then, before you can react, he pushes you roughly off of him. Not expecting the motion, you fall into a heap on top of the bed sheets, a gasp caught in your throat.
When you look up, Jeongin peels his shirt off, maintaining eye contact even as he settles against the headboard, palming himself through his pants.
"That wasn't very nice," you push yourself up onto your knees.
He raises a brow, his gaze raking up and down your body.
"Why are you so far away?" You complain. "I thought you were going to fuck me."
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?"
You can't deny how hot it is, being so close but so far away, able to look but not touch him. There is something vaguely humiliating in the distance between the two of you, and Jeongin's heated gaze pins you in place.
"Patience is for losers," you huff childishly. "Are you going to touch me or do I have to do all the work myself?"
You realize your mistake a moment too late.
"Hmm, you're right," he muses. "Why should I touch you when you can do it yourself?"
It's too late to take it back, and you refuse to beg, so you keep your mouth shut.
"It's only fair, don't you think? You saw me, now it's my turn."
Jeongin's innocent smile coupled with his sharp words is enough to set you alight.
Still, you hesitate, your lips parted in a half 'o' as you consider his words.
"Touch yourself for me, or I won't touch you at all."
"Ugh," you whine finally, seeing the promise in his eyes. "Fine."
"Don't be a brat," Jeongin warns.
You can't help but roll your eyes, and yet when you bring your hand down to your clothed core, a shy flush works itself onto your face.
It isn't like you have never touched yourself before, but you can't remember the last time you had such a rapt audience, and it isn't just anyone watching you—it's Jeongin.
There is a sort of thrill to the way he stares you down, strong desire evident in his gaze even as he remains perfectly still. That thrill is then only heightened by the fact that you are still completely clothed, your skirt flipped up so that he has a perfect view of what is underneath.
With a deep breath, you run a hesitant finger once over the fabric of your panties, then twice. Jeongin is only able to watch your timid ministrations with a singular focus, and it emboldens you enough to push the thin fabric covering you to the side.
He inhales sharply at the sight.
"Oh my god," the strangled words barely escape his mouth, and you don't miss the way he squeezes himself tighter.
You lick your lips at the sight and slowly trail a finger down, circling yourself bare with small, light figure eights.
"Does that feel good?" Jeongin asks, and the eagerness in his voice surprises you. His voice is steady, and if you weren't able to see his blown out pupils for yourself, you would think that he was genuinely, objectively interested in the answer to the question.
"I guess..."
Even though you are insanely turned on, your fingers aren't doing much for you right now. You have always needed something else—a toy, a helping hand, anything—to help you get off this way. Jeongin's surveilling gaze is certainly helping, but predictably, you can't help but feel a little bit stuck.
"You don't sound very sure." You aren't sure how he manages to sound both condescending and caring at the same time.
Your lip snags between your teeth in frustration.
"It's... It's not enough."
"Hmm," he remains still.
"Jeongin..." His name comes out breathy.
"Aww," he coos. "D'you need some help?"
"You're so annoying," you growl.
"And you're so mouthy," he rolls his eyes and a hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you towards him.
In only a second, you all but fall onto his lap. You can't help the moan that escapes you at his manhandling, and his lips twist in a smirk when he hears it.
"Is this better?" He teases.
Your thighs lay over his, but your core is far away from where you want it to be most: flush against his dick. In an attempt to get closer, you wriggle your hips, but Jeongin's hands come down and hold them firmly in place.
"Can you get off like this?"
You glare at him. The tone in which he asks the question hints that he already knows the answer is no.
"Try," he says, "and maybe if you're good, I'll give you a reward."
Frustrated, you bring two fingers down to your clit and continue your slow circling, faster this time as you teeter between the desire to ease the pressure and the desire to defy Jeongin.
"Wanna know what I was thinking about yesterday?" He asks casually, his eyes focused again on the languid movement of your fingers.
"H-Huh?"
"When you walked in on me," he clarifies.
"Oh."
"I was thinking about you," Jeongin says. "You and that stupid fucking dress you were wearing."
Your breath catches in your throat and you clench around nothing. his eyes are dark and his hand drifts down to squeeze himself as he continues.
"Every time you wear one of those dresses," he inhales, tugging on the hem of your skirt, "It makes me lose my mind. Did you know that?"
You bite your lip, your fingers pressing down harder against you.
"They're just so... ugh." He pants, squeezing himself tighter. "It would be so easy to flip it up and have my way with you."
His words are torture, especially with the devout way he refuses to touch you. You breathe shakily, trying to ignore the way his voice goes straight through you.
"Just one move, mmm, and you could sit on my dick, anywhere you want. Nobody would even have to know."
His hips rut upwards, and you know that he isn't as unaffected as he seems.
"Would you like that?" He asks. "I bet you would."
"And who said I would let you?"
His eyes darken.
"I-I mean, you'd have to earn it first," you lick your lips.
"Earn it?" he murmurs. "How? Like this?"
And then he pulls you forward so that your body is flush with his. The position is reminiscent of a few moments ago, when your tongue had been down his throat, but this time Jeongin's lips go straight for your throat and his fingers make their way to your core, pushing yours out of the way.
"Oh."
It astounds you just how different his hand feels from your own. He keeps the same pace as you, and yet arousal sparks through your veins in a way that you have never been able to achieve on your own.
"You're so wet," he says against your skin, sucking a bruise under the curve of your jaw. "How are you this wet?"
That, of course, only sends more arousal shooting down to your core, gushing against his fingers, and his eyes roll back.
"You're so hot. Oh my god."
"Keep talking like that," you sigh, "and you'll definitely earn something."
"Like what?" His hips roll up right as he presses down deeper and you swear you almost black out.
"S-something like your dick in my mouth, maybe."
"Ugh," Jeongin hisses, and his hand stills.
"What—?" You quiver on his lap from the sudden loss of sensation.
"Sorry," his eyes screw shut and his hand move to your hips, repositioning you on his lap so that you are no longer directly on his dick.
"I—hmm, I need a moment."
"Did I do something wrong?" You ask, dazed.
"No!" Jeongin exclaims immediately. "It's just..."
He purses his lips, a light blush rising to his cheeks.
"Yes?"
"I was like, two seconds away from coming in my pants, and that would have been so embarrassing."
His confession is surprisingly candid for how abashed he sounds.
"Oh my god," you whimper, clenching down on nothing. "That's so hot."
"Fuck. You're like, insane. What the fuck?"
You narrow your eyes. "We've been best friends for years. You're only realizing that now?"
"I was a little distracted by other things about you," he breathes against your neck.
You huff, a retort ready, but then his mouth is on you again.
"C-Can you just fuck me already?" You whine instead. "I—I need to feel you or I'll die."
"You're so dramatic," he rolls his eyes.
Your hands have a mind of their own as they travel down to his pants, squeezing him through them. His head falls into the crook of your shoulder with a moan, but he doesn't stop you even as you drag the zipper down.
And then, he lets out the most delicious sound as you reach into his boxers and wrap your fingers around the head of his cock. The weight of it feels perfect in your hands and you waste no time in pulling him out of his boxers.
Your mouth goes dry at the first real look at him. He's big, bigger than you thought he would be, and you are dizzy at the thought of it.
How would he feel inside you? Would be even fit? The heat inside your chest sparks further.
"Stop looking at me like that," Jeongin grinds out.
You watch in awe as you give him an experimental stroke and his mouth drops open. Another stroke, and a strangled moan leaves his lips.
Curiously, you run a finger over the tip, gathering his precum before running your hand down his shaft once more.
"Oh my god," he moans into your shoulder. Jeongin's gaze is focused on your small hand moving over his cock, and your gaze is focused on face and the small reactions he gives you.
"You're evil," Jeongin hisses after a particularly vindictive squeeze.
"And you're hot," you say.
"O-okay, that's enough—"
He halts your hand, unwrapping your fingers from his cock. His face screws up and his hips unconsciously follow your touch as it leaves, but he remains steady when he pulls you away.
"But—" you pout.
"You can do that later," Jeongin breathes. "Unless you would rather I come in your hands instead of inside you?"
"No," you shake your head quickly. "The second one. Let's do that one."
A smirk slips across his face and then one hand is on your hip again, pulling you even closer as the other wraps around the base of his cock.
"I'm going to..." he breathes. "Can I fuck you now?"
"Hmm..." You tap a finger to your chin. "i dunno, what happened to not fucking me until you told me how you feel?"
"I hate you, that's how I feel," he mutters, his brow furrowed.
"I don't think so—oh."
Your taunt trails off as he brushes the head of his dick against your core. The feeling of him hot in between your legs is enough for you to whimper.
"Let me fuck you," he says again. "Please?"
You nod, lightheaded as he continues to rub his cock against you.
"Yeah. Yes. Please, fuck me."
"Thank god," he breathes.
His fingers hook your panties even further to the side and then you lift your hips up so that you are hovering just above him. With an unsteady breath, Jeongin positions his dick right at your entrance.
He looks up at you, his pupils blown out with lust.
"Ready?" He asks in a voice that is surprisingly tender.
You nod again, and then slowly sink down on him.
"Fuck," he chokes out.
The stretch is unfamiliar, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. You knew he was big, but the burn of him opening you up still catches you off guard.
Jeongin notices your expression immediately, and his hands on your hips stop you in your path.
"Are you okay?" His voice is laced with concern.
"I'm good. Just—so big."
"Sorry," he whispers. "We... we don't have to do this right now."
"No!" You shake your head. "No, I want to. Just... give me a second."
He nods understandingly.
"Take your time."
He is barely even halfway inside you at this point, but you breathe in through your nose as you wait to adjust to his size. A few moments later, the burn fades mostly away into a dull ache, which then gives way to the threads of arousal that had previously been wrapping around you.
All it takes is one look at Jeongin's wrecked expression for that arousal to increase tenfold. You can feel yourself growing wetter at the expression on his face, and then he groans, and you know that he must have felt it too.
"What—" He begins, but his sentence breaks off into a moan as you roll your hips forward and then slowly push yourself downward once more.
"You—oh, you feel so..." Jeongin blabbers.
"Yes?" You ask, pleasantly surprised as the pain slowly fades into pleasure.
"So good," he gasps. His eyes are unfocused, and when you finally are able to take him fully to the hilt, he squeezes your hips.
"You're—" he breathes. "You're doing so well."
The praise sends more heat through you and you unintentionally clench down on him.
"Holy shit," he whines.
"You're so big," you hiss.
He nods quickly, and you aren't sure if he heard what you said.
"Can you," he begins. "Well, I mean, whenever you're ready, can you maybe move?"
"O-only because you asked so nicely."
And then, quicker than he can process, you lift yourself up and swivel your hips downwards.
"Oh," you both moan at the same time.
Experimentally you repeat the motion, and a shot of heat moves through you when it garners the same reaction. It doesn't take long before you have built up a steady rhythm, riding him as he moans beneath you.
"Where—oh, where d-did you learn how to do this?" He pants, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" You tease, breathing heavy from both pleasure and exertion.
"You're so good," he murmurs against your neck, moaning when you roll your hips a way that allows him to reach inside deeper than before. "So, so good, oh my god."
His mouth moves to your throat, placing sloppy kisses up and down the column of your neck.
"You're so pretty like this. And I'm the only one who gets to see, hmm?"
"Yeah," you breathe. "O-only you."
The force of your riding allows the skirt of your dress, previously rolled up to your torso, to fall back down. There is something sensual and dirty about the way that you are both still clothed—you, with your panties haphazardly pushed to the side and him, with his cock just barely pulled out of his pants. It makes you go crazy, how you can't even see the way you sink down on him because of all the fabric in between.
"Jeongin," you whimper. "I—oh my god, you feel so good, I think I-I'm close..."
"Already?" He teases, panting as he sucks a bruise against your jaw.
You nod, your movements getting more and more sloppy as the pleasure builds.
"I—" you moan, but the build is too slow to actually push you over the edge. "I can't."
The frustration in your voice has Jeongin thrusting upwards to meet the roll of your hips.
"Not enough?" He asks, and you nod pathetically.
He pulls away, his hands on your hips moving to stop you. You are so fucked out that you hardly notice that he is pulling out of you until you feel the glaring absence of him.
"What—" You whimper, close to tears at the visceral loss.
"Shh," he soothes, swallowing your words with a chaste kiss to the lips. "Don't worry, baby, I'm going to take care of you."
Jeongin's tongue peeks out of his mouth as he pushes you down, slowly, until you are laid flat on your back. A small whine builds in the back of your throat and you fist the sheets beneath you, not really knowing what is going on except that Jeongin was fucking you and now no longer is.
Then, before you even have to ask, he is back at your entrance, pushing into you.
This time, it is much easier to accommodate the stretch. His first stroke is enough to bring you back to the precipice you had been on earlier, and Jeongin chokes audibly when you clench down on him.
"So tight," he grunts, thrusting into you again. "You feel like heaven."
You bite into the heel of your palm as the whimpers begin to build up in your throat.
"Don't do that," Jeongin groans, his next stroke languid and deep enough to have you seeing stars.
His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth.
"Wanna hear you," he pants. You moan as he thrusts into you again, somehow even deeper. "Yeah, just like that."
His fingers push your palm flat against the bed next to you, and then gently intertwine with yours, an intimate juxtaposition to the precise snap of his hips above you.
"You're so beautiful," he groans. "I like you so much."
"Jeongin," you whimper when he brushes against your g-spot. "I-I'm close. Please, please."
"Yeah?"
"M-more," you nod, your eyes glazed over.
The frantic pace that he builds up has him moaning as he pulls your hips towards him.
"You look so perfect like this," he gasps. "I'll never be able to look at you in a dress again without thinking of this, fuck."
His fingers fist the hem of your dress, pushing it up until it bunches just under your chin.
"Close," you whisper. "Sososo close, oh my god, please Innie..."
"Are you gonna come?" He asks. "It's okay baby, come for me. Please, wanna feel it."
His movements are jerky now but you hardly notice because his words are enough to finally push you past your breaking point. One more well positioned thrust right against your g-spot has you seeing white, and with a gasp of his name, you come.
"Fuck, oh my god," his eyes screw tight. "You feel so good, so, so, so good. Holy shit, how are you even real?"
The words sound fuzzy as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
It is only a few moments, once you have finally come down from your high, that you are able to get a good look at Jeongin. His pace is still fast as he fucks into you, and you can't help but cringe away from the oversensitivity. But then, when you notice his flushed face and his taut eyebrows, you decide that the slight sting between your thighs is worth it.
After all, he looks so hot like this—frantic and desperate and so, so close.
"I'm gonna come," he gasps. "Where can I come?"
You blink slowly, wanting to engrain the image of him into your brain forever.
Then, you look up at him with wide eyes, and instead of responding, you simply open your mouth and stick your tongue out immediately.
"Fuuuuck," Jeongin groans. "Don't do this to me, holy shit."
He thrusts shallowly into you once more, and then swiftly pulls out, positioning himself over your mouth.
"You're not real," he says, "I—god, you're so hot."
He jerks himself off quickly, precisely, and with a gasp, he comes. You make sure to get every last drop, licking your lips slowly while maintaining brutal eye contact.
"Fuck," he whispers to himself, and then collapses on the bed next to you.
"So..." you say a few moments later. "What was that you were saying about how much you adore and admire me?"
"Sorry, what are you talking about?" Jeongin shoots back.
You roll over to face him, a pout stretched across your lips.
"Innie..."
He glares at you. "Oh, so now you want to talk about feelings."
You twirl a strand of hair around your fingers, looking away from him.
"You're such a brat," he groans, pulling you closer so he can wrap an arm around you. "...It's really unfortunately that I like you so much."
The grin that stretches across your face is blinding.
"I like you too," you add. "Y'know, just for the record."
"Really? I thought you fucked all your friends like that."
"Just the special ones," you simper.
"Whatever," he says, but then presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
You melt into his embrace, feeling more content than you had for weeks.
"Anyways," Jeongin declares. "As fun as that was, I think we need to get cleaned up quickly now."
"For what?" You ask, confused.
He raises a brow, pushing himself up. "We still have that boat tour to go on."
"...You're not serious."
You follow suit, sitting up so you can stare at him.
"Oh, I definitely am."
"C'mon," you whine, grabbing his hand. "For real?"
He nods. "Yup. There's no way you're getting out of this."
You pause.
"No way at all...?" You pout a little too innocently.
"Nope."
"...Really?" You fidget with the hem of your dress. And then, with a little smirk on your face, you pull it completely over your head.
Jeongin's eyes go wide and he stares at you, his gaze darkening once again.
"Well..." He mutters, pushing you so that you are flat on your back again. "I guess we can always try tomorrow..."
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☽⋆˳˚∗ all mine yang jeongin x f!reader
summary: you and jeongin, a party, chan's bathroom = 💥
word count: 2.2k words
author's note: innie brainrot. that's it. no other reason for this. no plot, just down bad innie eating you out in a bathroom and fucking you silly on the floor
warnings: porn without plot; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); oral (f receiving); fingering (f receiving); creampie; slight exhibitionism, as in sex where people can probably hear
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The bathroom door swings shut behind you, Jeongin’s tongue digging deeper into your mouth, his hungry hands unceremoniously tugging your shirt out of your skirt. His hands explore you greedily, smoothing up and down the slightly sweaty skin of your back.
He guides you backwards like that, stumbling feet nearly catching in each other, pushing you until your back hits the marble of the sinks, your hands messily fisted into the t-shirt at his side, a weak growl tearing from his lips when you finally grasp his waist and squeeze.
He angles his head, presses into you further, kisses you deeper, filthier, his hand slithering further up your back so he can hold you locked against him, pinning you to the sink with a strength that makes heat pool in your belly. Using his free hand, he manhandles you so he can shove his thigh between your legs and grind you down against himself, making fireworks of pleasure prickle up and down your spine.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he groans into your mouth, his breath coming out in strained pants, “need you … so … fucking bad.”
You only manage a weak hum back before he paws at your skirt, reaches underneath it and pulls down your panties. They drop to the floor by your feet. When Jeongin nudges his knee forward again, the cold air hits your soaked folds, making you mewl into his lips.
“B-baby,” you whisper out, “they’ll know we’re gone.”
Jeongin chuckles darkly, his hand surging up to cup your face. His eyes are hooded with arousal as he leans forwards, licks into your mouth possessively.
“Good.”
He sinks to his knees, hot palms sliding up your bare legs, dark, sparkling eyes staring up at you as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. He presses a heated kiss into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your knees nearly buckle.
“Because I need Hyunjin to never look at you like that again.”
The giggle that bubbles out of your chest devolves into a long, drawn out moan when Jeongin spreads you open and buries his tongue in your folds, lapping up your wetness with a deep hum. Your hips can’t forward automatically, hands surging backwards to grip onto the cold stone of the sinks.
One of his hands is holding your thigh in a vice grip where it’s resting on his shoulder, the other is still on your waist, holding up your skirt enough so it doesn’t get in the way of him devouring you. He flattens his tongue against you and massages your clit hard and fast before he pulls back and stares up at you.
“Did you do it on purpose, hm? Leaning over the pool table like that"
You shake your head, your hips twitching helplessly, when he digs his thumb into your thigh.
“Looked good …” he mumbles, pressing more wet kisses to the inside of your thigh, “caught him looking and couldn’t even blame him. But he doesn’t get to have you like this, does he?”
You shake your head again, more vigorously this time, and he finally dives back in, the tip of his hot tongue prodding against your hole, licking inside only a little, leaving you aching for more.
He growls when you clench around nothing.
“My baby, my fucking pussy.”
He drags you closer, bending your leg higher, pulling you into his mouth, and then he starts feasting.
His tongue is all over you, flattening against you, lapping at your wetness eagerly, lewd, sweet noises mixing with the sound of the party filtering through the door, so close yet so far. Somebody laughs loudly downstairs. You whimper and throw your head back.
Jeongin circles his tongue around your entrance before dipping in, hot and strong, and you just about manage to mute your whine by slapping a panicked hand over your mouth. He groans and pulls back, reaches out to tug your hand away.
“Lemme hear you,” he slurs, licks his lips absentmindedly, dives back in, laving at your clit until your legs are shaking. “Let them all hear.”
When he looks up at you, there’s something softer in his eyes, his pretty, sparkly eyes.
“I want them all to know how fucking perfect we are for each other,” he whispers, and your heart skips a beat. You reach out, thread your shaky fingers through his hair, running them through his locks softly. He preens, keens into your touch, his eyes slipping shut for a second when you drag your nails over his scalp. But it’s only a second, before he shakes himself out of it, trails his free hand between your legs and grins up at you.
“Now let me make my pretty baby cum.”
And with that, he leans back in, wraps his lips around your clit and rolls his tongue over it and, just like he wanted, the next moan you let out bounces off the tiles of the bathroom, loud enough for you to know everyone heard you. Jeongin hums happily, leans down further, and you gasp out, another deep moan ripping out of your chest when he fucks his tongue into you again and again. Your leg shakes, knocks against the side of his head; he only grabs it harder.
You can feel the coil in your belly already tighten dangerously, when he replaces his tongue with one of his pretty fingers, sliding it into you slowly but steadily, caressing your walls with his fingertips while he laps at your clit like a man starved.
He slides another one in, moans with you when you clench around his finger and your hand tightens in his hair, so much it probably stings. But he doesn’t seem to care, lets you hold him against you as he fucks his fingers deep into you, curling the pads of his fingers against your g-spot until your legs start trembling, and you whimper out a quiet I’m close.
His self-control seems to waver, his voice hoarse, breathless and needy when he moans as he continues to work you up and up, his hand tightening on your hip, his strong shoulder under your leg, holding you up as your legs start shaking harder – and then you’re cumming, your hips bucking into his hand and his mouth as you hold him against you, your head thrown back as wrecked moans echo off the tiles.
He helps you through it, his strong hand holding you up, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin, tongue now softly circling your clit until you twitch against him, and only then does he pull his fingers out.
He gets up with shaky legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a lazy grin on his handsome face, and you can’t help but pull him in for a deep, toe-curling kiss, one he melts into immediately, his rock-hard cock pressing against your hip, his hand fisted into your shirt. You can taste yourself on his lips and the thought of him walking out of here later, everyone able to smell you on him, drives you nearly insane.
When you pull back, he chases after you, his expression entirely dazed. He hisses when you cup him through his jeans, and you fix him with your best doe eyes, blinking up at him.
“Fuck me, Innie,” you purr, and he blinks twice, and then it’s like a switch is flipped, his one hand buries itself in your hair to pull you into a kiss while the other guides you backwards until you hit the wall. He presses you against it without parting his lips from yours, hauls one of your legs up to rest on the sink, the other only half on the floor, before he unbuttons his pants with one hand and pulls his hard, leaking cock out.
“Baby,” he breathes out, leans forward, rubs the head of his cock through your slick, “fuck, baby.”
You whine, pull him back into your lips, and he guides himself in, twin gasps falling from your lips when he pushes inside, the stretch of him so perfect, so familiar, your insides light up with raw need again. They always do, for him. He makes you feel insatiable.
He holds you close until he bottoms out, lets his head drop to the crook of your neck, kisses a messy trail up until he can nip at your ear, before he finally rolls his hips into you, and you whimper, making his hands tighten on you with a groan.
“Come on,” you mumble, impatient, needy, and he complies, pulls back and bucks into you so hard you choke on a gasp. “Ah, fuck, yeah, like that,” you whisper and Jeongin huffs out a disbelieving laugh before he pulls you into another kiss, one that soon turns into you panting each other’s mouths with every thrust of Jeongin’s cock inside of you, and you can feel your legs get shaky again, though this time you’re not sure if you can even stay on your feet enough for Jeongin to be able to hold you.
“Innie, can’t …” he fucks up into you hard, and you moan, your leg wobbling slightly, “can’t hold myself … my legs.”
“It’s okay, baby,” he mumbles, pulling out gently, shushing your whimper at the emptiness. “I got you.”
He stays close to you while he slowly guides your other leg off the sink, but when your knees buckle immediately, he’s not prepared and he only half catches you before you both unceremoniously land on the bathroom floor in a heap.
You don’t know who laughs first, maybe it’s you, giggling at his weird fall, both legs still stuck in his jeans, or at his startled expression as holds himself above you. Or it’s him, about how you looked when you went down, your eyes immediately crinkling with a silly cackle. But there you are, looking at each other and giggling together on the plush bathmat, legs tangled, faces flushed.
When you’ve somehow calmed down, Jeongin cups your face, gives you a smile that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, before he leans in and presses his lips to yours again. It’s slow and playful at first, but before long your tongue is rubbing against his, needy whimpers fighting their way out of your chest and then his hard cock is slipping through your folds, and you grind your hips into it needily. He props himself up above you, his eyes locked with yours as he pushes forward, and you gasp when he’s hard enough that the head of his cock just slips in.
He slides in easily this time, fills you up so well like this that your legs come up to wrap around his waist automatically, heels digging into his ass, willing him to move. And when he finally does, you see stars, your breath punched out of you with every filthy press of his cock inside of you, the lewd, wet slide of it so fucking perfect. He gets on his knees, rucks your legs up higher so he can pound into you harder, the sound of skin on skin ringing through the room, and you scramble for purchase, hands sliding under his shirt, all over his shoulders, nails digging in so hard you know you’ll see the marks when he takes it off later.
It doesn’t take long before you can feel the telltale hiccuping of his breath, the faltering of his pace, the haze in his gorgeous, dark eyes.
He slips his hands between you and clumsily finding your clit. His hips slow, fucking into you so deep and hard you’re getting pushed up with every thrust, only held in place by his arm, his fingers sliding messily over your slippery, messy clit and that’s all it takes for you to tip over the edge again, your face scrunching up, back arching as you cum around him, the wetness and the rhythmic clenching of your cunt making Jeongin groan out loudly.
He pumps into you a few more times, wildly, deeply before he slams his hand into the ground next to you, buries his face in the crook of your neck, fucks his hips forward as far as they can go, and then he’s cumming, spilling ropes and ropes of his cum into you, his back muscles ripping under your hands.
It takes you a while to clean up, which isn’t helped by Jeongin trying to convince you to let him fall to his knees again and clean you up with his mouth. But before long, you stumble out of the bathroom, your make-up haphazardly fixed, his mouth haphazardly washed, the bathmat somewhat pulled back into place. But you know you’re not fooling anyone, their incredulous stares meeting you when you stumble down the stairs, holding hands and giggling.
“Next time, you can just go home to fuck instead of defiling my bathroom, you know?” Chan mumbles, a grimace of resigned disgust on his face.
Embarrassment warms your ears, but Jeongin just winds an arm around your waist, pulls you closer. You lean into his comforting warmth, trail your hand under his shirt, ghost your fingertips over his spine, and he shivers, barely noticeably, fingers digging into the skin of your waist. But his cocky grin doesn’t falter. He winks at Hyunjin.
“Sorry, ’t was urgent. Had to make a point.”
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ilwonuu · 19 days
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please me
⇢ ˗ˏˋ yang jeongin࿐ྂ
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☆ paring- meandom!jeongin x sub!reader
☆ warnings- rough sex, tease!jeongin, dirty talk, slight degrading, unprotected sex(guys i know), multiple rounds, mutiple creampies, masturbation (m), praising kink, smut with no plot, jeongin is very needy, lmk what else
☆ summary- you’ve never seen this side of your boyfriend. you love it so much. a little too much.
☆ a/n- i loved writing this. i got kinda carried away.. HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!!! 400 follower celebration!!!!<33
☆ word count- 1,050
jeongin has been suffering silently. he wants you so bad it’s not even funny anymore. him quietly loudly jerking off in your bathroom. too embarrassed to wake you up to help him. unknowingly waking you up anyways with his loud moans and cries for you.
“jeongin?” you call out for him. he quickly shifts in the bathroom pulling his pants up trying to hide his erection. stepping out of the bathroom as soon as he looks presentable. or he thinks.
“sorry -uh did i wake you?” you shake your head innocently. pretending to not hear a thing.
“no just missed you. come lay with me?” he nods quickly joining you back in your shared bed. he pulls you into his arms cuddling you. your back pressed against his chest. his dick getting harder as he feels you start to grind back against him. “innie?” you call out to him.
“y-yea?” you smirk slightly. “want you so bad. need you.” you moan slightly. he almost cums just from your words. “w-what? what do you mean-“ he questions. you start the grind back against him again.
“o-oh fuck.” his hands going to your hips. “fuck me jeongin- i want it so bad.” he thinks he might die right there. something shifts in him.
immediately loving the sound of you begging for him. “keep telling me how bad you want it.” he takes in your appearance seeing as you’re wearing his shirt and your underwear only.
he groans not even taking the time to pull your underwear off. pulling it to the side as he pulls pajama pants down to pull his dick out.
“you think you can t-take it?” he tries to act like he isn’t about cum all over your ass. he wants to seem composed. not sure if you’re believing his act. you know he’s just as needy as you.
“fuck me innie. know how bad you want it.” he can’t simply disagree with that statement. his dick rubbing against your slit teasingly. his groans are loud against your ear.
“you’re so fucking- open your fucking legs wider. just like that.” he says in a smirk. forcing your legs open more as he pushes his dick into you.
“been thinking a-about this all day.” his movements and his words causing you to squirm. his confidence going up quicker than you expected. his voice sounds so good. as he starts to fuck you stupid on your bed.
“in-innie slow down-“ his hands haven’t moved from your hips. you try to run away. his grip tightening to hold you in place. “fuck, you are taking it so good tho? you like it like this right?”
he laughs at your needy moan. your plan to tease him backfiring on you. he is teasing you loving the way you fall apart for him.
“you never answered like a good girl. only good girls get fucked like this. answer me pretty or i’ll stop.” the last this you want him to do is stop. quickly trying to form words. “please d-don’t stop. so good shit-“ he shifts to move on top of you. fucking you deeper spreading your legs wider. if that was even possible.
“you’re so fucking wet. sliding in so good. wanted to do this all day.” his thrusts are hitting you in the perfect spots. you are moaning for him.
his dirty talk making you more aroused. “good fucking girl. can’t wait to cum inside you. you want that right? tell you want it.” his face making a teasing mocking expression of your pleasured face.
“p-please cum in me.” he laughs at your state. “yea? don’t you worry. gonna fill you up- fuck.” as soon as his words leave his mouth your clenching on his dick. “cum on it. just like that. fucking you so good.”
his hips speeding up as you come undone making a mess where you two are connected. “gonna fuck my c-cum so deep- take it all baby.” his hips losing rhythm as he sloppily fucks you full of his cum.
“got to stay full for me. fuck you can hear how full you are baby. so fucking good.” his hips don’t stop fucking into you just yet. “you think we’re done? how cute? gonna take more of my cum. you can do it right. my good girl.”
how would you ever say no? you wanted it so bad. his hips stopping as you feel him pull out of you. “n-no please want it-“ he cuts you off.
“relax baby. gonna give you everything you want. just turn over for me.” he doesn’t know how he is managing to keep it all together.
watching you turn over to lay on your stomach. he doesn’t wait a second before he is rubbing his dick against you again. pushing in slightly.
“so fucking- tight.” he his roughly but slowly rocking his dick into you. “jeongin-“ you feel so dizzy in the best way. no was has fucked you rid of your thoughts. all you can think about is how you’re gonna want this all the time. “feel good? you look so pretty baby.”
he pulls your back up against his chest fucking you at a deeper angle. “o-oh innie-“ his smirk would be so annoying to others but he looked so good teasing you. well from what you can say from looking back at him. loving the way you fell apart for him.
“yea i know- feels so good like this? such a good girl. gonna fill you up with so much cum.” his dirty talk getting more and more desperate as he his completely shameless.
“i’m cumming-“ you say shaking against him. “yeah fuck just like that. s-so close.” he feels you cum again. making a wetter mess on his dick. “innie-“ he groans at the nickname. cum filling you up. “take it fucking all.” he thrusts hard fucking his cum inside deeper.
“so perfect for me. such a good girl. “ you moan again calming down slightly. his dick slowly down as he pulls out of you. “was i too rough?” he asks immediately concerned at your tired body. you shake you head.
“no- i loved it. you never told me you were a menace in bed.” he laughs a little kissing your lips after. “only for you.”
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wontune · 4 months
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✰ ゙ Jeongin [ Stray Kids ] lockscreens ‹‹
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jeongin-lvr · 17 hours
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I know I talk about perv jeongin A LOT but like.. imagine every time he hugs you he gets a boner <33 he has zero self control and you enable him by getting on your knees or mindlessly jerking him off whenever he needs :3
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thefantasyden · 1 month
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OT8 Stray Kids sending you horny rants while you're out (fake text)
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Ooft this had me sweating. No warnings I can think of? Raunchy as fuck obviously.
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skz catching you reading fan fiction
pairing: idol ot8 x reader
wc: ~5.4k
warnings: lots of reader being embarrassed obv. pet names, hyunjin’s is a tiny bit angsty (sorry), a very brief joking mention of dying in seungmin’s
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace. some of the fanfictions mentioned in this are mine and have been linked. others i just made up. 💕
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⋆。‧˚chan˚‧。⋆
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“Come here. Across my lap, princess.” He ordered.
‘oh this is getting good’ you said quietly to yourself. you were in bed, cuddled up under the covers, the only light coming from the screen of your phone. your eyes flashed across the page quickly, needing to find out what happens next. it had clicked in your brain earlier today that there could quite possibly be fan fiction about your boyfriend floating around on the internet somewhere. you were aware of his fame. but that’s not why you’re with him, even though that’s how you met him. you had been together for a while now, and you cursed yourself for not thinking of this sooner. of course there’s fan fiction about him. and even though it makes you cringe in a way, you couldn’t stop yourself from immediately searching for it as soon as you got home. chan is still at the company, always working the long hours, so you were unsure when he would be home. but you assumed it would be late. so you allowed yourself to get lost in the world of stray kids tumblr. you had read a few already, but this one, this one was spicy. you could feel that familiar throb in between your legs.
“Honey..” He said in a surprised tone. “You’re so wet.” He ran his middle finger up your slit, playing in your wetness. He gently prodded your entrance. You moaned quietly against his thigh. “Only a couple more.” He said, then he spanked you again.
you squeezed your thighs together, briefly thinking of grabbing that buzzing friend from the top drawer of your nightstand. but before you could do so, the bedroom door opens. a tired chan enters, setting his bag down. you let out a gasp and clutch your phone against your chest as he looks up at you, suspicion on his face.
"whatcha doin, baby?" he asks.
"uh.. no-nothing." you stammer back. real smooth.
"why are you hiding your phone from me?" he looks a little concerned now as he sits on the bed next to you. he didn’t want to let himself think that you may be romantically talking to someone else. but he couldnt help it. you could read his feelings all over his face. and as embarrassing as it was, you couldnt bare for him to think you were cheating. it’s best that you just tell him the truth.
"i.. i might have been reading a story.. about you. written by a stay." you say, unable to look at him. you stared at the outlet on the wall across from the end of the bed.
he laughed. "fan fiction?!" he exclaimed, laughing even more. your face turned a bright red. "show me. let me see." he said, reaching for your phone.
you held it tighter to your chest. "no!" you argue, pulling away from him.
"cmon baby. let me seeeee." he whined, reaching for your phone again. you held it out of his reach, so he used his not so secret weapon. he started tickling your sides. you immediately screamed in pained laughter and folded your body in on itself and toward him, trying to detach his hands from your skin. he let go, grabbing the phone, and jumping off the bed. he ran to the corner of the room and you sat up on your knees on the bed. you didn’t move any closer, having realized your defeat.
"Good girl baby, suck daddy’s cock, choke on it, you can do it, take it all, that’s my girl…?" he read aloud. his sentence ending in a question, not having thought that the fan fiction you would be reading would be smut. the tips of his ears turned slightly pink, and you covered your face with your hands before he could look at you. "you’re reading a fan fiction called ‘his good girl, always’?" he asked, slightly stunned. but you could hear the amusement returning to his voice. "what does dom daddy chan mean?"
you groaned. "is this what you fantasize about, baby?" he asked but you couldn’t answer him. "look at me, honey."
you shook your head no, still covering your face with your hands. "i said look at me, princess. cmon, be a good girl." an involuntary whimper escaped your lips at that, and you slowly peeked at him over the tips of your fingers. a smirk was on his face, one dimple poking out, his eyes dark with lust. "let’s finish reading this, yeah?"
⋆。‧˚minho˚‧。⋆
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“hey min?” you called. an answering grunt came from the other room. “could you pass me my phone? soonie is sleeping on my lap.”
you were sure he heard you. you could hear him get up from his desk and walk to the nightstand to get your phone. but that had been a couple minutes ago. what was taking him so long?
"minho?" you called again. he slowly shuffled into the living room, your phone in his hand, his face pointed at the screen. there was a smirk on his face.
oh shit.
you remembered what you had been doing on your phone last. you were sure you fell asleep earlier with tumblr open to the story you were currently reading. you enjoyed reading fan fiction about your boyfriend, though you never wanted to admit that to him. you felt like you might not have a choice in the matter now. you had been caught. he stopped a few feet away from you, still scrolling, his eyes moving back and forth as he read. the smirk on his face only grew as he continued to skim the page.
"min, give me my phone please." you said quietly. he held a finger up, shushing you.
"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." he read from the screen. "is this what you’re always reading on your phone?" minho asked, finally looking up at you.
you buried your head in your hands, scaring the cat off you lap. "i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me. you have the real me, you know?" he said. "why am i always calling the reader kitten? is that a thing that stay thinks i like?"
you groaned. you could feel him come closer, until he was standing right in front of you. he dropped your phone onto the couch next to you, you could feel it bounce on the cushion. "hello?" he asked. you still couldn’t look at him. your face burned with embarrassment. your whole body burned with embarrassment. he wrapped his hands gently around your wrists and tugged. you let him pull your hands away from your face. he let go of your wrists and then used his fingers to tilt your chin up, so you were facing him. he was grinning, and you couldn’t help but notice the veins running up and down his arms. his arms never failed to make you a mess for him. "is that what you want? for me to call you kitten?" you tried to look away from him, but his grip tightened on your chin. "ah ah." he scolded. "answer me."
"i- it’s- um.. it’s something that i’ve thought about.." you admit. his thumb moved to gently stroke your cheek.
"you should have just told me that." he says, sweetly. "you want me to manhandle you too, like in that story? want me to use toys and eat my cum from your pussy?" his thumb has made its way to your lips now. gently rubbing back and forth before pressing into your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the digit, running your tongue around it.
"mmhmm" you mumbled around his finger.
"i think that can be arranged.. kitten." he purred.
⋆。‧˚changbin˚‧。⋆
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you were sat in the corner of the room, butt on this hard ass wooden bench, swallowed by your boyfriends hoodie, face buried in your phone. changbin had begged for you to go to the gym with him today, and so you agreed. he’s so cute when he pouts and puffs his little cheeks out. but you had no intention of working out with him. you just said you would come. so he’s working out while you watch from the sidelines. and oh boy you could watch him work out for hours. he was currently doing the bench press? bench pressing? he was laying down on the bench thingy and pushing up on the bar thingy with the heavy thingies on the ends. chan was spotting him but changbin didn’t need it. he was all sweaty and yummy. so buff. were you drooling? see this is why you were looking so intently at your phone. if you watched him work out for too long, you got all soft and gooey and you didn’t want that. but looking at your phone wasn’t helping either. in fact, tumblr may be making your situation worse. but you couldn’t look away. not when there was a detailed fan fiction in front of you about your boyfriend. you were just reading it at first because it interested you. you know, for science. did they describe him correctly? did they get his size right? you were surprised to find out that the stories were actually pretty accurate. so then you kept reading. and now your 8 thousand words deep in a slow burn smut fic about him and you just so happened to get to the good part while you were in the gym with him. fuck. your body started getting hot. you stretched and removed your hoodie from your body. you kept scrolling, the content getting spicier and spicier. he was doing what with his tongue? holy shit why hasn’t he ever done that to you in real life?
"are you hot baby?" his voice pulled you from your fantasy land and startled a jump out of you.
"ah!" you exclaimed. you held your phone close to your chest, your cheeks burning up and flushing red. he was standing in front of you, sweaty. his black muscle shirt sticking to his body. he wiped the sweat from his face with a small white towel. your mouth filled with saliva at the sight of him. you forcibly swallowed before answering him. "uh.. yeah i got a little warm." you tell him.
"are you okay? you seem a little flustered." he sits down next to you on the bench. he chuckles to himself. "you know, you’re acting like you usually do when i’m teasing you."
your face and body were on fire. you looked down at the floor, at the wall, anywhere but at changbin. your silence must have been loud.
"baby?" he reaches for your arm. you flinch at the contact, not out of fear, but out of desire. you were in the gym and you were so embarrassed. you couldn’t have him touch you at all, not even on the arm. your phone clattered to the floor, having lost your grip when you flinched. you immediately reached for it, but changbin beat you to it. and of course, just your luck, he glances at the screen as he hands it back to you. "what’s this baby? what’re you reading?" he skims the page some more. "those are some naughty words.." he says, quieter this time. you try to take the phone from him but he moves it out of your reach, continuing to read. "this is about me?" he says a little too loud.
"bin, give me my phone back please." you say, reaching for it. he hands it over.
"sure baby. i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me." he was smirking at you. clearly poking fun. "and it was dirty fan fiction too. baby. i didn’t know you were so naughty." he chuckles.
"binnie.. please don’t. i’m flustered enough as it is."
"was the story that good?" he asks, serious now.
you nod. "it’s pretty good, yeah. and we’re here in the gym and you’re all sweaty and muscly and i’m about to loose it, bin."
he outright laughs now. "okay baby. let’s get you home and you can tell me about your story." he stands and takes your hand, leading you out to the car.
⋆。‧˚hyunjin˚‧。⋆
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"You are so beautiful, baby.” He said, stroking your cheek. “Such a pretty girl, about to suck her daddys cock.” You could feel your panties getting wet. “Open.” He ordered.
you absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, trying to get any friction you could, so absorbed in the story you currently had open. you were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, your elbows on the countertop. you eyes were glued to the screen. you were in the kitchen to make some dinner. you were hungry and you knew hyunjin would be home soon and probably would want something to eat as well. but now your hunger for food was long forgotten as a hunger for something else took over your mind. you didn’t even hear hyunjin put his key in the lock and open the door. he kicked his shoes off and dropped his bag, but you had no idea. one hand was against your mouth, the other hand had a death grip on your phone, thumb scrolling away at the text. hyunjin approached from behind, a little entertained that you hadn’t noticed him, and curious about what has you so focused. he peeks over your shoulder to glance at your phone.
The image of him above you may as well have been holy. It was holy to you. He was a god, and you worshipped him as such. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, breathlessly.
he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, scaring the daylights out of you. you jumped, dropping your phone, it clatters noisily onto the counter.
"what are you reading, angel?" he asks softly against your neck. he places a small kiss there.
"nothing." you lie quickly.
"didn’t seem like nothing." he hummed against your skin. "seemed kinda dirty. can i see?" he reaches around you for your phone and you don’t stop him. you know that you will never win an argument against hwang hyunjin. his long fingers close around the device, and he stands straight as he brings it to his face to look. you straighten as well, but you don’t turn to face him. you don’t want to see the look on his face when he sees what you’ve been reading.
"are you reading smut about me?" he asks. when you don’t answer, out of embarrassment, he gently grabs your shoulder and turns you around. "is this fan fiction?" you slowly nod your head, not looking at him, trying to understand his tone. he sounded upset.
"are you unhappy with our relationship?" he asks. that startles you to attention. you look up at him, his eyes filled with sadness.
"what? no, jinnie. absolutely not."
"then why are you reading this, if not to get something that you crave?" he argues. "am i not fulfilling your needs?"
"no. you are. i just—"
"i don’t understand why you would need to read this, unless you’re unhappy with me." he cuts you off. "especially smut. if i’m not satisfying you sexually, then we need to talk about that."
"that’s not it." you tell him. "i started reading it while you were away on tour because i missed you so badly. and some of it is actually.. good. so now, when i miss you and want to picture different scenarios about you, i’ll read some. i promise it has nothing to do with our relationship. it’s just fun to read what stay writes about you. and that one i was reading just now.. is pretty hot.." your cheeks flush. "i was actually going to bring it up with you to see if maybe you wanted to try something like that.." you look down at your hands, twirling your fingers together.
"you promise? if there’s something wrong, i can’t fix it unless you tell me about it." he says, holding you by the shoulders.
"i promise."
he’s smiling down at you now. "well then i guess let’s see what you’ve been reading. i saw you rubbing your thighs together, it must have been good to get you all hot and bothered like that." he starts reading the screen again. his smile grew the more he read. "so.. the part that you like.. is it the face fucking? or the daddy/princess dynamics?" he asks, seriously. but you feel it straight in your core. your panties sticking to your skin.
"i kinda like all of it.." you say quietly.
he sets the phone back down on the counter and brings his hand up to stroke your cheek. you noticed he was still a little sweaty from practice, and that only made you wetter. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your mouth, his lips so plump and soft. he pulls away only an inch or so and then says against your lips, "well then get on your knees, princess."
⋆。‧˚jisung‧。⋆
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"hey sungie, could you grab my phone?" you ask, just getting out of the shower, wrapping the towel around your torso and reaching for your comb.
"sure." he pauses whatever game he was playing and gets up to retrieve your phone from the bed for you. when he grabs it, he looks at the text filled screen. it only takes a moment for him to read the words.
‘that’s it baby, you like it when i ride your cock like this?’ ‘yes mommy.’
he felt his cock twitch in his pants, and his ears flame with heat at the same time. he drops the phone back on the bed and turns around and leaves the room immediately without saying anything to you.
"sungie?" you look after him, worriedly. you drop your comb and follow him into the living room. he’s pacing back and forth in front of the couch, biting on his thumb nail. "what’s wrong?" you ask. he doesn’t answer you. he just keeps pacing back and forth. you wonder what the heck has gotten into him. you return to your bedroom and grab your phone from where it was laying on the cover. you look at the screen. that fan fiction you had been reading was still open. oh no. was he freaked out that you were reading this? you’d never told him about it because you thought it might freak him out, and maybe you were right. you returned to the living room. han was sitting on the edge of the couch now, a blank stare on his face, his mind a million miles away.
"did you read what was on my phone?" you ask him.
he looks up at you, startled. "uh yeah, i did. i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to read it, it was just open and a couple words jumped out at me and i couldn’t help but read them but i promise i wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything it was an accident, i-" he was rambling.
"sungie, it’s okay." you cut him off. i don’t mind that you looked at it. i have nothing to hide. especially from you." you smile at him.
he looks back down at his hands, silent yet again.
"did you want to talk about it?" you asked. "do you have any questions?" you walked over and sat next to him on the couch. he leaned back, throwing his head over the back of the couch dramatically, his eyes shut. you noticed his hands were covering the tent in his pants. so he must have liked what he read you thought.
"it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it right now. i can go back to the bathroom and we can talk about it after you’ve had time to think." you move to stand from the couch but han grabs your wrist. you look at him, his eyes wide.
"you were reading fan fiction about me?" he asked quietly. you nodded at him. "and you like to read that stuff?"
"i do." you answer him. "is that okay with you?"
he nods slowly, still thinking pretty hard about something.
"what do you like about them?" he asks.
"i just like to imagine different scenarios about you. especially when you’re gone on tour and i miss you. but i must admit, i’m pretty partial to subby jisung." you tell him, smirking. you loved to tease him. his face flushed a bright pink at your words.
"what’s subby jisung like?"
"well," you start, placing your hand on his thigh. "subby jisung is very needy, and whiny. he just can’t help it, he wants the reader so bad."
he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust his pants discreetly, but he fails.
"do you like the thought of that?" you tease. "did you like what you saw? the reader in that story was riding subby jisung as he begged. is that what’s got you hard?"
he shook his head no.
"then what was it?" you ask. he removes his hands from his front, fully exposing his erection to you, only hidden by his sweatpants. he makes grabby hands at you, and you smile. you stand up from the couch and drop your towel to the floor, fully naked in front of him. "what do you want, sungie? what did you read that you liked so much?"
"mommy.." he said quietly.
"what was that?" you say, teasing him some more. you loved it when he got like this. all soft and shy. you leaned down and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, clinging tightly to his small waist. you tugged them down and off him completely, his cock standing at attention.
"mommy.." he said a little louder. "please.."
"please what?"
"ride me, mommy. please." he begged. and how could you say no to that?
⋆。‧˚felix‧。⋆
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you were both on the couch, facing each other, your legs tangled together. felix was playing a game on his switch and you were scrolling tumblr. it didn’t take long after you found the fic for you to start rubbing your thighs together. you “accidentally” brushed your foot against felix’s pants.
“hey angel, be careful where you’re kicking.” he giggles, never taking his eyes off the screen.
“sorry lixie.” you say softly, trying to hide the neediness in your voice. apparently you failed, because felix put his game down and looked up at you.
“what’s the matter, flower?”
you just shake your head no, still staring down at your phone.
“did you watch that maniac fan cam of me again? baby i know you like the ending fairy but im literally sitting right here. i couldn’t even perform because i was injured.”
that makes you smile a little. you do really love that performance. it’s his smile at the end. but no, you were wet from something else this time. “no, that’s not it.” you tell him.
“then what?”
you just shyly hold out your phone to him. he gently takes it from you and skims the words on the screen quickly. “oh. fan fiction? i’ve read this one actually. it’s pretty good but i wouldn’t say it’s my favorite one.”
you look at him, shocked. “you’ve read that one?”
“yeah i think changbin and i read this one together actually.” he laughs. “i try to stay away from the smut, because it’s a little weird to read that about yourself you know? but occasionally one will pop up and i’ll look it over.” he hands the phone back to you.
“pop up? pop up where?” you’re still shocked, mouth hanging open.
“on my tumblr.” he says matter of factly. “my favorite ones are the fake text ones. the unhinged ones where im sending funny memes.” he’s laughing again and you’re just looking at him. his beautiful face and you’re just in awe of him. of course this man would read his own fan fiction. he’s chronically online. “so.. are you going to tell me what you read that got you all bothered?”
“uh.. i just thought it was hot.. you know?” you say quietly, unable to meet his gaze.
“you like the thought of sucking me off while im playing games online? isn’t that what that one is about?”
you nod slowly.
“you just like the idea of sucking me off? or is it the thought of han or jeongin hearing you on the other side?”
you groan, grinding your hips into nothing. “lixie..” you whine.
“what, angel? i’m just trying to understand you.” he teases. he moves to climb on top of you, your back against the couch cushions, him hovering above you, caging your head with his arms. “do you want to talk about it some more?” he leans in closer. “or do you want to maybe act out your favorite fan fiction with me?” he places a gentle kiss on your lips and you’re lost. nothing exists but him.
⋆。‧˚seungmin˚‧。⋆
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what choices had you made in life to bring you to this point? alone, in bed, one hand in your pants and the other hand gripping your phone, tumblr open. your favorite seungmin fic filling the screen. you had started reading fan fiction about him, and you weren’t proud of it. you just wanted him so badly. and if you were going to fantasize about him, might as well have some help from the internet, right? maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better. you had known seungmin for a little while now. you have had a crush on him for just as long. it might even be more than a crush if you’re being honest with yourself. ever since you moved into the dorms, you’ve had some huge heart eyes for the guy. but he’s so intimidating. you were scared to ever talk to him. so here you were, hand down your pants, alone at the dorms, moaning his name.
“fuck. seungmin. yes.” you moan to yourself. maybe you were being a little too loud. but you didn’t care. no one was home, and it felt too good. your fingers making sloppy wet sounds as you pumped them in and out. the mental image of him above you had you right on the edge of release. when suddenly.. there’s a knock on the door.
shit.
what the fuck do you do in this situation? you yanked your hand out of your pants so fast, and pulled the blanket up over your head like there was someone actually in the room with you to hide from. you held your breath. trying to be as quiet as possible. after a minute or two, there it was again, the knocking.
“i know you’re in there.” he said. seungmin. you would know his voice anywhere. you’ve been obsessed with it for months now. “are you decent? i’m coming in.” he warns. and before you have time to panic about that, the door cracks open and seungmin sticks his beautiful head inside. he looks around and sees that your hiding under the covers. he walks in and sits on the edge of the bed.
“so.” he starts. “i think we should probably talk about that.” he pokes at what he thinks is your leg, but he can’t be sure. you’re just a pile of blankets. you pull the blanket down to reveal your face, bright red cheeks and watery eyes.
you look at him, but he’s not looking at you. he’s staring at your phone, which is laying on top of the covers, still on and open to tumblr.
“is that my name on the screen?” he asks, emotionless. you couldn’t tell if he was mad or disgusted or intrigued. he pointed at your phone with his index finger.
“i can explain.” you say.
“no need.” he looks into your eyes now. “you’re obviously reading fan fiction about me while you touch yourself. what else is there to explain?”
you seriously wanted to crawl into a hole and die. you prayed for the earth to swallow you up in that moment. where was the alien invasion when you needed it? “i— i guess you’re right..” you mumble. “there nothing else to explain.” you look up at the ceiling, tears pricking your eyes. “i’m sorry.” you tell him.
“don’t be sorry. i quite enjoyed hearing your moans from outside the door. what a thing to come home to.” he smiles his teasing smile at you and in that moment you’re glad that you’re in bed and not standing, because your legs turned to jello.
“i didn’t know my roomie was such a slut for me.” he says, reaching for the blanket. “my little slut.”
⋆。‧˚jeongin˚‧。⋆
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god, your boyfriend had beautiful hands. you had this thought every day, multiple times a day. but you could never say anything to him. you were way too shy for that. and wouldn’t that be weird? ‘hey, innie i think you’re hands are really sexy.’? you were embarrassed just thinking about it. so you kept it to yourself. suffered in silence, drooling over his hands. you had recently turned to tumblr to fulfill your jeongin hand needs. and that was working out fine for a little while. but now, sat on the couch next to him, it’s like his hands are sending out a signal. a loud blaring siren that says hey! here we are! look at us!
the way he’s holding his phone, the muscles flexing as he uses his thumb to scroll instagram. your mind was immediately filled with dirty thoughts. so against your better judgement, you opened tumblr and continued reading. was it dangerous to read this while sitting so close to him? sure. but you couldn’t just excuse yourself to the other room without him having questions. so it’s either this, or just openly stare at his hands until he notices. what you didn’t anticipate however, was him putting his hand on your bare thigh, slowly rubbing your leg up and down, lovingly. he was doing it absentmindedly, ghosting his fingertips across your skin as he scrolled. you were sure your panties and your pajama shorts were probably soaked through at this point.
you forced your eyes back to the screen, but it only made things worse. in the real world, he’s gently rubbing your leg. in tumblr world, he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. you accidentally let out a whimper, squirming in your seat. his hand stilled on your leg as he looked up at you. you dropped your phone onto your lap, and covered your face, mortified.
he laughs at you. “you’re adorable. why’re you hiding?” he reaches to try to pry your hands from your face. his fingers wrapping around your wrist send a shiver through your body, straight to your core.
“are those my hands?” he asks, chuckling nervously. you peek in between your fingers and see that your phone was displaying a rather large close up of his hands. somehow, the story you were reading had scrolled all the way back up to the top. there was the title of the story, and a picture of his hands. well fuck.
“i— uh-.” you stammer.
he holds his hands out in front of his face, turning them over and examining them. “what’s so special about them?” he asks, not really expecting an answer. “you must really like them if you’re reading fan fiction about them.” he laughs. “but i’m right here. you have the real thing on the same couch as you. why read about it?” he asks.
your face is bright pink. “i was embarrassed..” you admit softly.
“embarrassed? how long have you been thinking about this?”
you kind of shrug as an answer, meaning it’s been a while. he reaches for your phone, and before you can stop him, he’s scrolling. “choking?” he looks up at you. “is that what you want, baby? for me to wrap my hands around your pretty little throat?” your eyes went wide and you swallowed hard. “aren’t you going to answer me?” he teases. “i bet my big hand would fit almost all the way around..” in one swift motion, he wraps his hand around your ankle and tugs, forcing you onto your back, him kneeling in between your legs. he leans over you, his breath against your cheek, his hand slowly sliding up your chest, his index finger playing with the little dip at the base of your throat.
“i’ll put this hand here..” he says, wrapping it around your throat but applying no pressure. “and i’ll put this one here.” his other hand finds your soaked pajama shorts. “already prepped, baby.” he places a soft kiss against your lips before sliding his hand into your panties, his middle finger finding your hole. “let’s see how long you can last.”
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Can you a skz x reader based off the lyrics "he like it when I bend over and arch my back he taps me on the shoulder and says "yeah I like that"
BEND OVER AND ARCH YOUR BACK — OT8.
pairing: reader(afab) x OT8 genre: smut, NSFW warnings: mostly just touching and teasing, seungmin’s has slapping, dirty talk and begging a/n: MY FIRST REQUEST YAY! tysm for requesting! i hope you’ll like what i turned the lyrics into. [also i think i should be banned from writing OT8, because some scenarios turn out to be 2x times bigger than the others]
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CHAN
back hugs. oh, chan loves back hugs and no one could escape them, not even minho. and you, as his girlfriend, “suffered” the most. chan hugged your everywhere, no matter the location, the time and how appropriate the situation was.
your favorite thing was when he hugged you from behind while you were cooking. he came back from work, put his bag on the bar stool and came closer to you, giving you the warmest hug and inhaling your scent.
he said the softest “hi, baby” and you responded with “hi, how was your day?”.
you didn’t mind, when he stayed like that for some time, you were used to it. however, as soon as you leaned in a bit further to stir the soup in the pot, it brought your attention to something that’s been poking your ass for the past minutes. heatwave crashed into you as you realized he was hard and his bulge was poking into you, while his hands were still wrapped around your waist and face nuzzled in the crook of your neck.
you couldn’t resist the urge, but start slowly grinding your ass against him. low groan escaped his lips as the grip on your waist tightened.
“channie, are you hard?” dumb question. of course he was.
panting behind you increased. you arched your back more, leaning into the counter.
it tightened knot in your stomach. you heard chan swallow, as he lowered his hands and grabbed you by your hips, beginning to grind actively against you.
“yeah just like that, baby. i like that.” chan breathed out.
you giggled and turned the stove off. the dinner could wait.
MINHO
your dance partner minho was your true rival since you started dancing in the same studio. you two were passionate and hard working, best in the group even, so it was no surprise, that your dance teacher decided to put you two in a pair. it was back and forth all the time. as soon as you thought that minho changed and started acting normally towards you, he did something bitchy again. minho was the only person in the studio, who would do stupid shit at his grown age, like tying your shoelaces between each other while you aren’t looking, making you fall afterwards. you were used to it and you could handle every prank that he did on you.
what you couldn’t handle was the sexy choreo that your dance teacher loved to put. every time it just became more naughty and awkward for both of you.
this time it was one particular movement that you refused to do at first. standing in front of your dance partner, you had to roll your hips in circle movement, almost brushing against the crotch of your partner, while he holds you down by waist. awkward? too little word to describe your feeling.
you didn’t know if minho was feeling as awkward as you did, but he didn’t complain once, while you talked to the dance teacher several times about this move. the only response that you received was that you need to grow up and it’s just dancing, not fucking. of course.
“one-two-three-four!” dance teacher was counting down, while whole group was repeating that particular part of the choreo once again. “one-two-three-four!”
you circled your hips, feeling minho’s hands on your waist. he didn’t look at you once, while you were repeating this part for the past few minutes - you could see him looking to the side through the mirror.
“good! a couple more times and we’ll move to the next part! let’s repeat that with previous moves and add this at the end! with music now!”
everyone nodded. it was a relief being able to finally go through choreo with music.
“one-two-three-four!” counting began again, echoing through the walls of the studio.
you gave out your whole passion to the moves as you always did. you were precise with your hands and legs placements, not wanting to give in to minho in anything.
“now the hip part!” the voice of the teacher chanted again. “one-two-three-four!”
you rolled your hips at the count, maybe too passionately, cause you forgot that the distance between your ass and minho’s crotch was too little. it was the small sigh that reached your ears, making you stop your movements.
you made eyes contact with minho through the mirror, but he broke it almost immediately, looking away.
did you really just hear that or was it your imagination?
“cmon, girls! i want you to be passionate about this dance! look at y/n and minho, they always give their best, even if choreography seems “too sexy”, as you all say.”
right. too sexy.
“okay, let’s go through this once again, but now i wanna see a good hip movement, girls!” teacher clapped her hands and put the music back on.
it happened again.
as soon as you felt your hips slightly brush against minho’s crotch, or at least you thought it’s his crotch, you heard a quiet whimper. the fact that you could hear it through the blasting music made you aware that minho was not holding back. his grip on your waist tightened, as you saw him close his eyes through the mirror.
oh, he was having a boner for sure.
the realization made your pussy throb. you felt yourself getting wet, panties started to soak with your arousal.
without any thinking, driven by pure lust, you scooted closed to minho and brushed your hips against his bulge. the sigh that he let out tightened the knot in your stomach.
“you like me rubbing my pussy against you, huh?” you finally turned around at him and stood on tiptoe, whispering in his ear.
“yeah, i like that.” he responded, wrapping a hand around your hip tighter, smirk appearing in his lips.
CHANGBIN
you and your boyfriend changbin were gym nerds for a long time. gym was even the reason why you two met, so, of course, you didn’t change your habits even after getting together.
so there you were - doing some workout with one knee on the bench, lifting the dumbbell up to your hip. ass up in the air, broad shoulders and straight back on the display. rowing dumbbells up to your hip you were on your last set, while changbin stood behind you as your spotter.
“twenty seven- twenty eight- twenty nine- thirty-“ he was counting for you, as you stopped at the number.
“oof! okay, that was my last-“ you breathed out heavily, putting dumbbells down on the floor.
you were about to get up from the position, but all of a sudden felt changbin’s big hands on your waist, holding you down.
“babe?” you turned your head and looked at him in confusion.
smug expression on his face made you chuckle.
“stay like that for a second.” he responded, guiding his palms on your ass. “yeah, just like that.”
you were still in the middle of the gym, which was quite busy during this time of the day. you looked around, trying to spot any eyes on you, but no one was looking in your direction yet.
changbin’s hand movements sent shivers down your spine, as you felt yourself getting wet. he guided his middle and index fingers through your folds in quick motion, making you let out a moan, that you desperately tried to hide. he then took a step closer to you, and brushed his growing bulge against your ass.
“wanna go somewhere more private, baby?” he whispered in your ear.
HYUNJIN
you didn’t mind, when hyunjin disappeared in his studio for hours or even days, but it was different, when he asked you to pose for him.
“what kind of pose is that?” you complained.
“i have a vision. just stay like that, please.” his response made you roll your eyes.
the pose was… interesting indeed. leaning on the chair with one leg, you had your ass and back arching in the air. to say it was uncomfortable and terribly awkward staying in this pose for a long time.
“yeah i like that” hyunjin finally said, seemingly satisfied with your pose and went back to his chair and easel.
minutes have passed and you haven’t moved a bit - being a good girlfriend you were. hyunjin was looking at you from time to time, hiding a smirk on his lips, which didn’t stay hidden from you. but you decided not to comment on that and let him work. the sooner he finishes - sooner you will be able to get out from this pose and finally stretch your back. and it was starting to ache uncomfortably.
suddenly hyunjin stood up from his chair and approached you slowly, scanning every inch of your body with his dark brown eyes.
“what?” you asked, not being able to stay quiet any longer.
“nothing, baby.” hyunjin responded, while his palm went straight to your ass, soothing it gently.
you squirmed under his touch and arched your back harder, reaching for more contact. his fingers then went between your folds, massaging slightly through the layers of clothing. you moaned at the sensation, the sound echoed through the half-empty studio.
“please-“ you breathed out, jiggling your ass at hyunjin.
he chuckled. “alright, i will give you a reward, baby.”
JISUNG
“babe, where is your laundry? i am loading it now.” you approached jisung, while he was finishing his breakfast in the kitchen.
“should be in the baske-“ he choked out as soon as his eyes lock on your body. “what are you wearing?”
“it’s laundry day.” you shrugged. “i wanna wash everything at once.”
no wonder he choked. you were standing in front of him in nothing, but underwear on your bottom half and some old t-shirt that you stopped wearing once your boobs grew, when you turned fourteen. it complimented your features perfectly, framing the outline of your breasts. looked like they were about to rip the t-shirt apart.
jisung swallowed. “o-okay… well, i think my laundry should be in the basket. if not, then it’s on the second shelf in the wardrobe… do you need help?” he added, still scanning through your body.
oh, you looked delicious like this. he wished you’d walk around the house wearing clothes like these all the time. he also wished he could take you right now on the kitchen table. he’s already got hard, dick pulling the thin layer of fabric.
but he couldn’t do it right now. he knew you’d be mad, because you wanted to finish all chores around the house first. he must deal with his growing boner on his own.
“no, no, don’t worry. i will take care of everything.” with these words your silhouette disappeared into the darkness of the corridor again.
whistling some tunes you began to put everything in the washing machine. a couple of beeps and machine started spinning.
you were so focused on the task, that you didn’t catch the moment when jisung got behind you. leaning on the door frame, he was shamelessly scanning through your body features as you were still arching a bit towards the washing machine. your panties were showing so little and so much at the same time.
he didn’t give you any chance to react, just pushed you towards the washing machine and bent you over it. his hard dick lined up with your barely clothed pussy, sending shivers down your spine. you didn’t wanna admit it, but you became so wet almost immediately. his dick started poking right into your throbbing pussy and hands went to hold your waist tightly. he was pressing you into the watching machine with his whole body strength, the vibrations providing additional stimulation.
it was too much for your senses. his hands started guiding down your ass, making their way to your clothed pussy. but you were moaning already - clit was being stimulated so nicely by the vibrations coming from the watching machine.
“oh, jagi, you can’t be walking around the house like that.” jisung finally reached your clit with his fingers. “so wet for me already, huh?”
“don’t blame me. you are always the horny one. i just wanted to do some laundry, cause i knew you won’t do it.” you jokingly slapped his hand, while his fingers started drawing circles on your clit.
“okay, next time i will do laundry, while walking around in my underwear only.” he chuckled into your ear.
FELIX
oh, you were so desperate. the way you were ready to put your pride away for this man and forget about your bet.
it all started last week, when two of you made a bet of who’ll give in to have sex first. felix knew you wouldn’t last long, so obviously he agreed. and you were delusional as always.
so there you were - trying to keep you cool, suffering through each day. at first you thought you’ll be able to seduce him, but felix was too good at controlling his dick. he didn’t even bat an eye, when you started walking around the house half-naked or snuggling even closer to him during sleep. he could see you getting impatient - suffering through internal battle.
little did you know, he was suffering as well. he was just too good at hiding it. but, of course, your half-naked body had effect on him. every time you walked around the house in your pajama shorts had his dick twitch.
it was day fourteen since the bet started. you just came back from work, wearing your usual high-waisted pants and tucked-in shirt, that outlined your features perfectly. oh, your ass looked so good. felix caught himself on the thought that he can’t resist any longer. he needed to touch you right now.
“hi, baby!” you gave him a quick peck on the lips and headed to the bedroom to change your clothes.
what you didn’t notice was felix, who went after you almost immediately. like some pervert, he watched his own girlfriend getting undressed.
you unbuttoned your shirt and took off the bra, breasts jiggling as you bent down to pick something from the floor.
with a low groan felix rushed to you and cupped your asscheeks in his palms, squeezing them harshly.
you let out a small whisper. “babe?”
instead of replying, he squeezed your ass even more and gave it a quick smack, making you bend over even more.
his hands then went straight to your belt and in quick motion he took your pants off, revealing the soaking underwear.
the sight amazed him. you were wet too, which he honestly did not expect. he rushed his fingers through you clothed wet folds. your arousal soaked through the lingerie and left a stain on his long fingers. felix breathed out heavily.
“baby? does that mean you lost the bet?” you giggled.
“don’t get cocky. look how wet you are.” he forced his wet finger into your mouth, making you suck on them. “now get on the bed.”
SEUNGMIN
wanna know his favorite pose to fuck you? doggy style. who would have thought.
he loves, when you arch your back for him meeting his thrusts, as he brings you closer to your orgasm. this is usually accompanied by loud slaps on your ass. you moan eagerly, desperately, with his name escaping your lips.
“yeah, like just that, pup.” he slapped you again, making you clench your walls around him. “i like it when you moan my name.”
“p-please- faster-“ you cried out, making all your effort to meet up with his thrusts. you moved in synched motion, it was actually impressive.
“who said you can beg me?” annoyance in his voice and he slapped you again, now twice in a row. the red trace of his palm was already visible on your creamy skin.
he slowed down on purpose, so he could hear you cry out more. a smirk appeared on his lips.
“now you can beg, pup.” he palmed your ass waiting for your response.
there was no need to ask you twice. you were ready for it.
“please! please, make me cum! please, i want to cum! pleaseee- ah!”
he cut you off with increased pace. your moans were now uncontrollable, back arching even more and you rode his dick through your orgasm.
JEONGIN
another study evening with your best friend. in just two days you have to send out the first draft of your diploma and you are not even halfway through it. it’s currently a mess on the table - both yours and jeongin’s laptops next to each other, notebooks, textbooks and other study materials right behind in a pile.
“ugh… i need a break. i can’t do this anymore.” you sigh as you stand up from the chair, making your way out to the kitchen. “you want some tea?”
“yeah, sure.” jeongin responds still focused on his work. of course, his draft is almost finished, because unlike you, he started doing everything ahead of time.
you come back with two mugs of tea, placing it a little bit further on the table, so you won’t accidentally spill it on your laptops.
“hey, can you read through this? i think i’ve finished with last paragraph.” jeongin calls you for help. you approach him and stand right next to him, leaning on the table, elbows resting on the surface, ass up in the air.
his writing is perfect as always. you can’t deny it, you’ve got yourself lost in his trail of thoughts and read through a few paragraphs instead of one.
when you finished reading and turned your head at jeongin, you saw something that you were not expecting to see at all.
his eyes are glued to the sight of your ass in front of him. it is like a magnet, hypnotizing him. he looks so goofy, with a frozen look on his face, not even noticing that you caught him staring. who would have thought: your best friend, all time best student and the most nerdy guy you’ve even known is currently eating you with his eyes.
“like what you see?” you finally speak.
jeongin chokes out at your sentence, as he realizes he was staring the entire time. and he got caught staring.
“s-sorry-“ the tips of his ears turn crimson as he tries to look away, but you are quicker.
catching his chin with your hand, you force him to look into your eyes, as you sit yourself down on his lap.
“who would have thought you are such a pervert, jeongin.” you chuckle in his face as you lean closer to catch his lips in a passionate kiss.
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