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let loose | hhj (m)

summary: it's a party, and your roommate said you should loosen up once in a while, so why is he upset when you start making out with one of his friends?

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

genre: smut

word count: 6.2k

rating: mature (18+)

warnings & features: roommate!hyunjin; profanity; alcohol consumption; some name-calling (reader calls hyunjin an asshole and an idiot one time each); jealousy; jisung is briefly featured only to be used for very poor plot purposes i'm so sorry; graphic sexual content; dirty talk; vaginal fingering; protected sex

author's note: reuploaded from my old blog with some edits (nothing major though). hope you enjoy!

( click here to read on AO3 instead )

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It’s not the book’s fault, yet you still take your frustration out on it by slinging it across your bedroom after the - not third, not fourth, but - fifth drunken guest stumbles into your closed door.

“I swear to god,” you groan, tossing aside your comforter to begrudgingly pull on a pair of pants and step out of what was supposed to be your safe haven for the night.

Into the fray it is, then.

Whichever culprit tripped into your door a moment ago is not in the hallway anymore. From the living room and kitchen, you can hear laughter and chatter straining to be heard over the booming music. And as you pass the bathroom, you lock eyes with a young man and glimpse someone in there behind him before he closes the door.

Sighing, you make your way to the living room. Nothing appears to have been destroyed, you note gratefully, but the “small gathering” is clearly busier and rowdier than what your roommate had promised. He’s not here in the crowded living room, though, so you move to check the kitchen next, pushing and squeezing past bodies with mumbled apologies as you go.

You find Hyunjin upending a bottle of tequila into a row of shot glasses. Half of his nearly shoulder-length blond hair is gathered in a knot behind his head, looking maddeningly elegant when the same hairstyle on anyone else would look messy at best. His white button-down shirt hugs his shoulders nicely, and the sleeves are folded up near his elbows, giving a clear view of the tendons in his forearms flexing beneath smooth, creamy skin as he works. It’s a simple look, but his entire appearance is still too well-kept for this hour and setting, in your opinion. You’ve always held the belief that Home is a safe place to not give a shit how you look, not a place to be looking like… that.

He spots you and smiles, though you notice a hint of sheepishness in his eyes as well. He’s pleasantly surprised to see you, but he’s also aware you’ve been disturbed on his account. Even still, he doesn’t greet you with a due apology. He keeps his tone light and carefree as he calls out: “Hey! Did you change your mind about joining the fun? You want a shot?”

You make a face. “Ick, no, tequila is such a nasty drink,” you decline. When you get close enough, you lean into his shoulder and mutter, “What the fuck, dude, you said a 'few' people. And it’s two A.M.”

He turns to consult the clock over the stove and shrugs. “Perfect time for things to be in full swing then, I’d say. And you must not be doing your shots right, babe.” He gestures toward a bowl of lime wedges, and you vaguely wonder when he picked those up because you certainly didn’t purchase them yourself.

“I know how to do a tequila shot, asshole. But still,” you dismiss without elaborating further. “I’m going back to bed. Can you try to keep your friends away from my room, please? They keep fucking bumping into my door. Oh, and if they need a bathroom, tell them to use yours because I think a couple of them are hooking up in the guest one right now.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widen momentarily, then crease in amusement. He leans to the side and shouts behind you, “Yo, Jisung! Where’d Jisung go? Hey! Someone tell him Minho is-”

You’re not interested in hearing Minho’s story or what Jisung has to say about it, whoever they both are. You’re only interested in preserving some semblance of sanctity in your home, so you get back in your roommate’s face and cut him off with a terse warning. “Hyunjin, please, I’m serious. Keep it civil in here.”

“Okay, ‘mom,’ jeez.”

You toss your hands up in defeat and spin on your heel to storm off, but he catches your bicep.

“No, wait, I’m sorry, Y/N, really,” he says more sincerely when he gets you to turn back around. You cross your arms and wait for more. “We’ll be good, and I’ll make sure everyone is out in an hour, even if I have to personally drive them all home myself,” he promises, going dramatically over the top to show you how serious he is. “But you really should just join us, you know. I’ve told you you’re welcome to.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course I am. I fucking live here.”

“Exactly. This is your home, so you should let loose once in a while.”

“And what could I possibly gain from getting drunk with you and your friends?”

“Uh, the experience of actually having fun for once? And the pleasure of our - well, mainly my - amazing company?” Hyunjin answers with a tone and a face that tells you it should have been obvious.

“Yeah, right,” you snort.

“Just let me see you have one shot, babe. Humor me. Pretty please?”

You eye the pitiful, pleading look on his pouty face, then the spread of liquor on the sticky countertop, and eventually cave. “Fine, where’s the salt?”

Hyunjin watches in delight as you lick the back of your hand to prepare it for the salt. As you’re sprinkling it on, someone joins the two of you in the kitchen.

“Hey Hyunjin, were you just calling me?” He doesn’t wait for the answer to that before he’s going on, “Who’s this? I don’t think we’ve met.”

You turn to face the newcomer and stretch out your unsalted hand. “Hey, I’m Y/N, Hyunjin’s roommate.”

“Oh!” He takes your hand in both of his and squeezes it enthusiastically. “Good to finally meet you. I’m Jisung.”

You throw a cheeky smile at your roommate as you grab one of the shot glasses. “Why do I get the feeling I’ve been talked about behind my back?” you ask neither of them in particular, though Hyunjin at least has the decency to blush over being caught.

“Nothing bad,” Jisung rushes to clarify. “Hyunjin’s just mentioned you sometimes, like whenever something reminds him of you or- something.”

His abrupt finish makes you think Hyunjin just gave him some kind of shut-the-fuck-up look, but you missed it. You don’t press for details, though. You just go about getting through the shot you were so easily talked into. So you lick the salt from your hand, down the tequila in one burning swallow, then bite into the flesh of a lime wedge in sequence as quickly as you can while the boys watch.

“Awful. Just awful,” you declare when you’re finished, smacking your lips and clicking your tongue in disgust.

Jisung chuckles and Hyunjin claps your back rather proudly as he takes the bitten lime wedge to throw it away.

“Do you like beer? We can drink beer instead,” Jisung suggests.

You look to see if he is in fact speaking to you, which does appear to be the case from his smile and hopeful eye contact.

Before you answer, you take the time to give him a proper once-over. He’s very attractive, but it’s not as instantly noticeable as with Hyunjin. Something in the way his smile begins faltering the longer you stare at him is utterly endearing to you, though.

“We?” you tease.

“I mean, if that’s c-cool with you-” he starts backtracking on his boldness.

“Y/N isn’t really into parties, are you, babe?” Hyunjin suddenly speaks up for you. “I think she was just going back to her room.”

Jisung furrows his eyebrows and pouts. “Aw, really?”

You give Hyunjin a look that is both stern and confused. You have mixed feelings about the pet name to begin with. It’s one thing for him to want to call you something other than your name when it’s just the two of you, but he never calls you that in front of others. Or he never has before, at least. Now it makes it sound like the two of you are… a couple? An item? Which is not the case.

Plus, he’d been excited to have you out here “joining the fun” a moment ago, but now he’s okay with you retreating to your room? Or perhaps he just doesn’t want you spending time with Jisung in particular...

Upon connecting those dots, you decide you only have one choice in the matter.

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind about that. I’d love to have a beer with you, Jisung,” you say sweetly, to which he beams.

“Great!” The return of his smile assures you you’ve made the right choice. “Lead the way.”

Hyunjin shoots his friend another look as you and Jisung leave the kitchen together, but you miss that one, too.

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“So, what made a girl like you move in with a guy like Hyunjin?”

“‘A girl like me,’” you repeat, downing another swig of beer. “So you think you know all about me now since we’ve talked about our jobs and hobbies, huh?”

Jisung doesn’t flinch against your teasing this time, just laughs. “I mean, I’m definitely not opposed to learning more about you.”

He stretches an arm behind you on the back of the couch and scoots closer. He really is a very good looking guy, and you know it’s not the alcohol adding optimism to your vision, either, because you haven’t had all that much. He has great hair, pretty eyes, cute nose, nice teeth, beautiful cheekbones. A little excitable, you can tell, but also charming and polite. He’s cute.

He holds your gaze with a small but unwavering smile this time as he waits for you to either answer his initial question or offer more information about yourself. You opt for neither.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk about me anymore.”

“Okay, that’s cool. What would you rather talk-”

You lean in and kiss him. Just a peck, a gentle press of your lips to his, not too fast but still over before he’s fully registered the gesture or able to return it.

“Oh,” Jisung whispers in understanding when you pull back a little.

“Was that okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, yeah, perfectly okay,” he assures. He bites his tingling lip and smirks, then lifts his arm from the couch to place his hand on the nape of your neck. “But I wasn’t quite ready. Can we try that again?”

You nod, and he closes the gap to kiss you back properly this time. From some corner of your apartment, a tipsy guest whistles over the scene, but you’re more interested in the hum Jisung lets out as both your lips part and tongues slip together in sync. He tastes of beer and salty snacks, but something on him - his shampoo or his lotion or his cologne or maybe a mixture of the three - smells faintly sweet and minty.

His fingertips gently tickle your neck for a bit, then hold firmly to draw you deeper into his kisses. You consider moving onto his lap, but something in the back of your mind tells you not to cause too much of a scene in the middle of Hyunjin’s party.

In fact, if you were paying more attention to your surroundings outside of this cute stranger, you might have noticed the onlookers stirring up a scandalized fuss over your roommate already making a beeline toward the couch, but it isn’t until he’s shoving the two of you apart that you do.

“What the hell, man?” Jisung protests.

Hyunjin ignores him, addressing you instead. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a second, please?”

Apparently by “talk” he means pull you completely out of the room and partway down the hallway like a barbarian before you manage to wrest your hand away.

“What the hell, Hyunjin?” you repeat Jisung’s question with double the annoyance.

“I’m here asking you the same thing,” he snaps back in a hushed tone. “Why are you making out with a stranger on the couch?”

You cross your arms in front of him for the second time tonight and raise an eyebrow to his attitude. “I thought I was just letting loose, having fun and enjoying the pleasure of your friends’ company. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I didn’t mean like that! And why Jisung?”

“What’s wrong with Jisung? He seems nice.”

Hyunjin gawps like he’s never heard those words out of anyone’s mouth before. “You’ve only known him for like half an hour!”

“So? He still seems nice. And he’s really hot...”

You turn your head back to the living room to try and catch Jisung’s eye and give him a signal that you’ll be with him again shortly, but Hyunjin dives to block your line of sight.

“He’s not good enough for you, trust me.”

“Well for fuck’s sake, Hyunjin, I’m not trying to marry him! I’m just trying to get laid,” you spell out bluntly. Hyunjin scoffs but doesn’t reply, just looks down at the floor. You scrutinize the plain displeasure all over his face and smirk as a sneaking suspicion occurs to you. “Unbelievable. Is the Hwang Hyunjin actually jealous?”

“Yes.” His swift, honest answer catches you completely by surprise and stuns you into silence. When he gauges that you’re not going to reply, he continues, “It’s not fair, Y/N. We’ve been living together for months and it only took Jisung thirty minutes to get you to want to sleep with him? I’ve been here this whole time. I’ve been- I’ve wanted you this whole time...”

You process his words in continued silence for nearly a full minute, then finally say, “If I’d known it would only take me making out with one of your friends to get you to confess that, I would’ve joined one of your parties sooner. Or you could have just told me from the start, you know.”

Hyunjin recognizes a joke somewhere in your words and automatically lets a laugh slip, but soon snaps his head up. “Wait, really?”

“You’re such an idiot,” you chuckle. “But I guess I am, too. I guess we’ve both been wasting all this time. Want to make up for it?”

His eyes blow wide. “R-Right now? Aren’t you drunk?”

“No. Are you?”

“No…”

“Then why not? I mean, I guess we can at least kick everyone out first, if you wa-”

His lips are on yours before you can finish the thought. They’re just as plush as they look, but the impact is sharp, and you take only a brief moment to grunt over it before you’re reciprocating in full, grabbing his shoulders tightly and pulling him closer. He tastes like traces of salt, too. Citrusy as well. And the woody scent of his cologne is an all too familiar comfort in your nostrils. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh, happily letting him overwhelm your senses.

“Babe… please tell me this won’t be a one-time thing,” Hyunjin mumbles between ravishing blows of lips and teeth.

“Wasn’t planning on it being.”

“And you’re sure you’re not drunk?” he checks again.

“I’m sure, Hyunjin. I want this.”

“Bedroom, then.”

“Yours or mine?” you giggle.

“I don’t care… yours,” he decides quickly, steering you by the hips in the right direction.

There is already a couple in there tangled together in their own passionate lip-lock when you stumble through the door. You’ll have time to be upset about their evident plans to defile your safe haven later when you’re not in your own haste to commit nasty acts in it.

“Get the fuck out,” Hyunjin growls at them.

You expect at least one of them to argue that they were here first, but they heed his command without a word, hastily picking up one of their discarded shirts before scampering off.

Hyunjin slams the door behind them with a careless kick of his foot, then continues right on kissing you like you’re holding all the air in the room. At the same time, his hands are busy trying to map every line of your body like it’s something he needed to have memorized yesterday.

“Hyunjin - ungh - I know we’re making up for lost time, but - mmph - we can still - hah - slow down, you know,” you laugh, struggling to get your words out in the midst of the feverish pace he’s setting.

He nearly whimpers at that. “Just want you so fucking bad, you have no idea. Been waiting so long to touch you, kiss you.”

His lips skim across your cheek and over to your ear. Whatever response you had in mind is lost when he nips your earlobe with his teeth then soothes the sting with the tip of his wet tongue.

“You like that?” he asks, though he suspects he knows the answer already by the shiver that runs through you.

“Y-yeah.”

He does it again - a quick nip of his teeth and a sensual flick of his tongue - and then he’s on to the next thing, trailing those enticing lips down the column of your throat, suckling gently at your skin the entire way.

“Can we take this off?” Hyunjin asks next, alerting you to where his fingers have hooked themselves under the hem of your shirt.

At your nod, he yanks it up and drops it aside. There is a glimmer in his eyes as he takes in your bare chest, as though one of his biggest fantasies has just sprung to life before him. You entertain the idea that perhaps it has.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. He’s never been one to impress easily, but there’s no mistaking the look on his face for anything else.

His pace is much slower when he reaches to graze the pads of his thumbs back and forth across your perked nipples. The soft moan you release encourages him to take a better feel with his palms.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured your tits in my head,” he confesses as he carefully gropes you. “All those times you paraded around the apartment without a bra on, nipples sticking through your shirt... fuck, Y/N.”

You huff a small laugh at the thought of you ever “parading” anywhere, but the knowledge that you’ve ever turned him on turns you on even more, as made evident by the growing wetness between your legs.

“And these tight fucking leggings you always wear,” he goes on, roaming his hands down your hips and around to your backside, “drive me insane on you, I swear to god. Any time - every time - I see you bend over, I just want to take you over the counter or the couch or against the wall and give it to you good, baby.”

The new pet name and the sordid confessions spilling from him make you want to join in on the dirty talk, but the feeling of him taking two handfuls of your ass - the feeling of his long-awaited touch in general - is burning you up from the inside, fizzling the majority of your coherent thoughts. All you can bring yourself to speak is: “Show me.”

Hyunjin looks back to your face and grins wickedly. “Oh, I’ll definitely be fucking you in the kitchen at some point in the near future. And in the living room. There are so many things I want to do to you. So many things I want you do to me. We’re gonna fuck each other in every single room in this place, starting with this one.”

He pulls away, and you immediately miss his body heat. You don’t complain, however, because you don’t want to disrupt him from yanking his shirt out from where it’s tucked into his jeans and undoing the buttons one by one with deft twists of his fingers. Once the flaps are loose, he shrugs and lets the fabric spill to a heap on the floor.

You’ve seen him shirtless on many occasions by now. In the mornings, stumbling to the coffee pot while still half asleep. On his way to the laundry room with only a pair of sweatpants riding low on his hips because he always lets his dirty clothes pile up until he has nearly nothing left to wear. But not in this context. Not when it’s finally appropriate for you to stare. Not when the sexual tension that has been building for months is finally about to be shattered.

Yet you don’t even get to admire his chest nearly as much as he did yours before your attention is drawn lower by his hands working to open his belt. He drops it aside with his shirt, and then his jeans follow, and then his boxers, and just like that, he’s standing completely naked in front of you with enough lithe, beautiful glory to almost make your heart stop.

Hyunjin takes a step closer to you, his erection bobbing gently and shamelessly in the air with the motion. He puts his hands back on you, snapping the waistband of your pants lightly as he leans in to ask, “Are you gonna get these, or should I?”

“Go ahead,” you invite.

You steady your hands on his shoulders, and he peels your bottoms - underwear and all - far enough down your legs for you to kick them both away. Once he stands up straight again, you wind your arms around his neck and pull him to lie over you on the mattress. He helps position you comfortably in the center with gentle nudges of his knees and tugs of his warm hands, and his lips find their way back to yours in the meantime. You hum contentedly at the return of the citrusy taste that comes from his tongue dipping against yours.

After all his careful maneuvering to get you just where he wanted, you decide this isn’t the position you want after all, so you push your weight against him until he rolls over and slips beneath you.

Hyunjin’s eyelashes flutter prettily as he gazes up at you. Then they scrunch completely shut when you press your center against the shaft of his thick, solid cock. The moan he lets out when you begin to drag yourself up and down his erection may be the single most erotic thing you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he murmurs. “Feel how fucking hard you got me already? That’s all for you.”

Your empty walls clench from his words. Nodding, you whisper, “So hard. So big. Can’t wait to have you inside me.”

He hums and opens his eyes. “Me either. Can I finger you first?”

It’s great that he’s offering because you were just about to request the exact same thing.

“Please.”

Hyunjin wastes no time slipping his hand between your bodies, and you lift up a little higher on your knees to give him more room.

He starts by gently gliding a single finger up and down your slit to gauge how wet you are already. Evidently his findings are unsatisfactory, though, because he quickly removes his hand to bring it up to his face and add some spit to it before bringing it back down. Two of his wet fingers prod shallowly into your hole, and you keen at the sensation.

“Shit, that’s tight,” he mutters, steadily working his knuckles deeper.

It’s clear when he starts searching for your g-spot from the way his fingers start crooking. He has to adjust his depth and angle a few times, but he eventually taps the patch he’s looking for.

Your legs quiver as he starts working up a quick pace against that sweet spot inside you, pressing his fingertips against it with every pump back and forth through your walls.

“Oh god,” you moan, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Your hips buck after a particularly good push of his fingers, and he hums knowingly.

“Like sitting on my fingers, baby?” he asks. The tone of his voice is pitched deeper than usual, and it sends a shiver up your spine. The hand that isn't currently inside you runs along your thigh soothingly.

You nod and lick your lips. “Yeah,” you breathe. “F-Feels so fucking good…”

“Can’t believe I finally have you sitting over me with my fingers up your pussy right now,” he says, gaze moving in a line from your face to your chest to your pussy and back again.

Smirking down at him, you say, “It’s about to be your big cock inside me.”

Hyunjin groans and bites his lip. “You sure you’re ready to take me? I just got my fingers inside you. Haven’t even fucked you open on them yet.”

“Don’t care,” you murmur, leaning down to press your bare chest into his. “Want you inside me so fucking bad, don't want to wait any longer.”

His fingers slip from your soaking cunt as you slot your lips over his, and he sighs when you slip your tongue into his mouth again.

When your hand goes reaching for his cock, he breaks away from the hungry kisses and pants, "Mm, Y/N, wait- We need a condom, yeah? I have some in my room…”

“I have some here.” You steal another quick kiss before drawing open your bedside table to grab one of the foil packets. A quick rip and tug and it’s out of the packaging so you can pinch the tip and roll it smoothly down his burning length.

“Last chance to turn back and not cross this line,” you declare.

“I think it would be even more awkward if we didn’t at this point. B-But it’s cool if you want to stop.”

He sounds nervous of what your answer may be, but you believe he means the words, and you appreciate the consideration all the same.

And you definitely feel sure. You definitely want this.

So you take hold of the base of his cock, line the broad tip up to your entrance, and begin to ease down.

The moment he breaches you, Hyunjin tenses and hisses a sharp breath through his teeth. His hands find purchase on your hips, too tight at first to brace himself against the wet heat you’re surrounding him in even through the condom, but then he eases up after he’s bottomed out.

You sit still once you’re flush against his lap, realizing you need to relish this particular moment because you won’t ever get it back - the ecstasy of feeling him stretch you out like this for the first time.

Hyunjin starts squirming after a bit, fingertips twitching from your hips down to your thighs and back again, unsure what to do with himself while he waits for you. “Baby, please, I think I might go crazy if you don’t move.”

“So impatient,” you tsk but begin to rock against him nonetheless. Careful, slow undulations of your waist to test the depths of the pleasure rippling through you. His breath hitches over a particular swivel, and you moan at the angles he’s hitting just from a little back and forth movement.

“Oh my god, you sound so hot,” Hyunjin praises. “And you feel like fucking heaven.”

“You feel so fucking good too, you feel amazing,” you gush back.

With an idea of how he could feel even better, you lift away from his lap just to sink down quickly. After a few repetitive drops, he reunites with that perfect spot inside you that has your toes curling inward and head tipping back in bliss.

Hyunjin groans along with you over the fast pace you’re picking up, and his hands finally settle for keeping a loose grip on your ass as the flesh of your thighs slaps against his hips with every plunge. Surely he can feel you starting to soak his lap; you can just hear how wet you are with every bounce. It’s sinfully vulgar but so fucking good.

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/N,” he rasps next. “I swear I could watch you bounce on my dick all fucking night.”

You look down just as he flicks his eyes up from your heaving chest to your face, then you grin at having caught what exactly he was finding so gorgeous about you bouncing on his dick.

Hyunjin licks his lips and sits up to bring his face closer to yours. “So fucking gorgeous,” he repeats on your lips before pressing harder.

You lose concentration over riding him when your mind is on the way his tongue dances behind your teeth, so he helps you out by bucking his hips upward as best he can to keep the stimulation on your sweet spot.

“Hyunjin…” you whine when he pulls back.

“Tell me what to do to make you come, baby, please. Need to feel you come on my cock so fucking bad, I'll do anything.”

From the way he was acting earlier, you half expected Hyunjin’s cocky ass to taunt you with claims of how he can fuck you better than Jisung ever could, not plea for instructions.

It’s almost sweet.

“Fuck me from behind?” you request.

Hyunjin blinks twice, kisses you sloppily several times more, then helps ease you onto all fours in front of him. You spread your knees and lift your backside to present his target to him, but he has his eyes cast down toward your face while you get yourself comfortable.

“Just like this?” he checks once it seems you’re finished moving. One of his hands hints along the small of your back delicately, wanting to touch you but not hold you down.

“Like this,” you confirm.

He takes hold of his cock and presses the tip back to your drenched folds, slicking it up and down a few times before pushing into your hole. He doesn't stop until he's up to his balls. Your pussy accepts his reentry easily, though Hyunjin seems to feel differently.

“You’re so damn tight, Y/N, fuck. When was the last time you got dicked down?”

“That has nothing to do with- oh fuck-”

He gives a sensual roll of his hips while you’re trying to speak, and you lose your train of thought once more. Hyunjin smirks at your reaction and does it again, barely withdrawing before hitting at just the right depth to have you arching your back for more.

“Is that good, baby? Is this how you want me to fuck you?” he asks, starting to build a rhythm. He holds your hips to keep you steady, but there’s not much he can do about rocking the mattress; not if he wants to keep you moaning and dripping and shuddering the way you are.

“Y-yeah, yeah, keep going, I’m getting close,” you urge.

Hyunjin keeps his eyes fixed on the place where his cock plunges in and out of you, spreading your ass cheeks apart to give himself a better view. His balls smack wetly against your clit over and over, enhancing the vulgarity of the skin-on-skin noises ringing in your ears.

It isn't as much stimulation as you need, though, so you dip a hand between your legs to play with yourself, and Hyunjin can feel the instant you touch your clit from the way you suddenly clench around him. The extra tightness draws a grunt from the back of his throat and his hips jerk unsteadily.

He’s been careful to keep his thrusts under control, striking your g-spot repeatedly without brutally battering it, but you can tell he’s losing his composure, losing his breath, losing his head in the steam of your conjoined pleasure. He groans out and pounds into your pussy harder.

The headboard is outright banging against the wall by now. Some part of you wonders how noticeable it is from the rest of the apartment, but most of your concentration is on rubbing faster at your clit while Hyunjin keeps your g-spot on the end of his pistoning dick.

“Almost,” you promise vaguely, but Hyunjin knows exactly what you mean.

His hand meets yours between your legs to lightly knock it out of the way and take over. He uses the pad of his middle finger to pick up where you left off, and the sensation - the utter thrill - of being touched by him hurtles you that much faster toward the edge, even though he's not familiar with your preferred technique yet.

“Come with me, baby, please, I need to fucking feel it. Shit, I’m so fucking close, please come with me,” he begs and babbles breathlessly.

You put your fingers over his to guide him through a few more rotations around your clit. That, coupled with another series of perfectly aimed thrusts of his rigid cock, finally send you toppling into white hot, nerve-racking, spine-crumpling abyss. You climax with a mighty clench and a cry that rips from your vocal chords just before you can suffocate it in your pillow.

“Sh-shit Y/N! You’re seriously coming on my- oh, fffffuck!”

Hyunjin lets go of your clit in a rush to grab your hips with both hands again to brace himself against the onslaught of his own explosive orgasm. You can feel his cock lurch where he’s buried it deep in your clamped walls at the moment of his release. Wave after wave trembles his frame, sending him shivering behind you as his orgasm rolls on and on for so long you almost become concerned.

Eventually, he gives you a comforting squeeze and pants, “You didn’t… you didn’t fake that, did you?”

You can’t help but laugh in pure amusement. “What, my orgasm? No, that was definitely not fake. You made me come so hard, Hyunjin,” you admit shamelessly.

“Okay, just checking,” he laughs back. “It’s just that I couldn’t see your face and-... but it still felt really-... that was so… wow.”

You don’t have it in you to comment on his eloquence - or lack thereof, rather; you don’t exactly have words for what’s just happened either.

He draws his cock from your still-quivering pussy and gets up on wobbly legs to trash the condom in your adjoined bathroom while you slump to your side and swipe the back of your hand across your clammy forehead, swallowing hard to bring some normalcy back to your erratic breathing and thundering heart.

Hyunjin returns with a towel in hand. You wearily lift an arm to take it from him, but he’s already coaxing your legs open to dab carefully at the stickiness smeared between them.

“So sweet,” you joke, finding the energy to tease him after all.

He looks at you and smiles. “It’s cute that you think I’m being sweet when I’m actually just getting a better look at your pussy because I didn’t before.”

He spreads your lower lips apart with his fingers and raises an eyebrow in approval of their sticky, swollen state, to which you gasp in mock offense and swat at his arm. He snickers and drops the towel aside, then climbs back into bed with you.

“I can be sweet, though, if cuddling is an option.”

You open your arms to showcase cuddling is in fact an option, and he sinks his head into a cozy spot beneath your chin. The crown of his golden head smells like apricots, you notice. You gently tug off the elastic band in his hair and roll it onto your wrist before shaking out the freed strands. He hums drowsily as you play with his hair.

After a while, he murmurs, “I should probably go kick everyone out and apologize to Jisung before I fall asleep.”

Again, you giggle. “Shit, I should apologize to him, too. If he’s still out there, that is. If anyone’s still out there. We may have scared everyone off.” You strain your ears for a moment to try and pick up on any more laughter and chatter out there, but all you can hear is the music now.

“You were pretty loud, babe,” Hyunjin points out.

You dig your fingertip into his cheek playfully. “And I’m sure you’ll be bragging about that for weeks to come.”

“Me? Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Despite the plans he was making to get up and leave the room, Hyunjin draws his arms tighter around your middle and remains right where he is. A while longer passes before he asks softly, “Can I sleep here with you tonight, or would that be weird?”

“Hey.”

He tilts his head to look at you.

“Don’t overthink things,” you tell him, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “I meant it when I said I wasn’t planning on this being a one-time thing, and I think you meant it when you said you didn’t want it to be either, but we can make this whatever we want. It doesn’t have to be complicated, okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees.

Hyunjin leans his face in but hesitates when he notices that you don’t close your eyes in preparation for his kiss. You smile and pull him in the rest of the way, and he smiles back against you, eyes on yours.

When he pulls back, he licks his lips and says slowly, “So… I can sleep here with you tonight then?”

You laugh loudly and shove him away. “Go make sure everyone got the hell out of our apartment, then get your ass back here.”

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lunaji · 10 months

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More than you.

Pairing: Seungmin x afab!reader

Genre: Mature 18+ (MDNI)

Warnings: /under the cut/

Synopsis: Chan’s younger sibling had always been friends with his friends, considering they were the same age, but one of them always caught their eye more than the rest. The problem? Chan had forbidden her to date any of his friends. Tough luck.

Word count: 5.5k

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Warnings: explicit smut, piv, mutual pining, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), swearing, overstimulation, praise and degrading kinks, dom!Seungmin, sub!Reader, oral (m & f receiving), finishing inside reader, hickeys, fingering (f receiving), slight use of reader?, fluff if you squint really hard, names such as whore, baby, angel are used, choking, spitting, hair pulling.

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“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Chan snapped his fingers in front of your face, a look of annoyance on his own as he tipped his head to the side, now pushing his hair from his face with the same hand as he waited for you to reply.

“Hmm? Sorry, I was lost in thought.” you murmured back, earning a groan from your brother, who had pushed back his seat to lean on it fully, his legs outstretched under the table, crossing his arms over his chest, as he feigned an expression that only you could understand : one of pure brother scolding.

“Wow,” Chan started, rolling his eyes in a playful manner, “anyway, I was trying to tell you, whilst mum and dad are out of town, I want to invite some friends over to use the pool. I wanted to know your opinion but you seem to be more interested in your coffee than your brother.” He coughed, earning a soft punch on the arm from you, who clearly wasn’t impressed with your brother's playfulness.

“You? Friends? I didn’t know you had those,” you smirked, stirring your coffee with the wooden utensil you’d been given, completely ignoring the look of pure disgust from Chan,

“First of all, ouch, you love my friends, second of all, keep that up, and I won't let you see Se-” Chan was abruptly cut off by you, who had shoved your hand over his mouth, eyes glaring at him, as your mouth gaped, trying to think of something to say. You could feel Chan’s smirk under your hand, as the warmth of a not so subtle blush spread through your cheeks.

You had become accustomed with all of Chan’s friends, like Jisung, who was your partner in crime to pull pranks, then there was Felix and Jeongin, who you liked to play games with online when they were both not consumed with life and school. They all took you in as the baby sibling of the group almost, so they were no stranger to you or the way you seemed to linger when Chan invited them over for game nights and drinks. Not that any one of them minded, they were all fond of you for different reasons. Whilst some saw you as a little sibling, some saw you as a good friend. None of them really knew you as ‘Chan's little sibling’, that was certain. Then, there was one in particular, who you were particularly fond of.

Kim Seungmin.

He was always the most interesting to you, especially since you seemed to know the least about him. The classic ‘mysterious boy’ vibes, except, Seungmin really was a mystery to you. You knew he was a year older than you, studying in University and he was really, really hot, that was undeniable. All of Chan’s friends were good looking, but Seungmin had always caught your eye.

When you first met, it had been in the kitchen of your house, where you had been getting a drink, bare faced with the worst hairstyle you could sport, wearing nothing but a baggy shirt and your underwear.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise you were in here.” You’d almost jumped from your skin at the voice, spinning in a cheetah’s pace to face the person, who seemed just as shocked to see you as you did them, covering your body with your hands as best as you could, a small glare on your face.

“Yeah, and I’m also allowed in my own kitchen.” you replied, as you turned back to the sink, resuming your original actions, taking the cup you had dropped and filling it with water, taking a sip of water as you leant against the counter, “did you need help with anything?”

“No, I know my way around this kitchen too,” he spoke with an amused voice, as he watched you try to scurry past him, “Chan’s sibling.” He caught your wrist, looking at you as he spoke, almost expectantly waiting for an answer, his grip wasn’t tight, but you didn’t try to escape it either, this man was suddenly more interesting to you. You had known him for less than 2 minutes, and yet the coursework in your room didn’t matter anymore. So you let him hold your wrist as you hummed in thought, before looking up at him.

“Chan hadn’t told me he had friends over or I would’ve put clothes on, sorry.” You said, realising you had just addressed your lack of bottoms, and suddenly both of you matched the colour of a tomato. He dropped your wrist, coughing awkwardly as he looked away, both of you refusing to address the very big elephant in the room.

“For what it's worth, I didn’t look. I promise.” He offered, clearing his throat as he let you go, but you seemed to linger for a moment. “I don’t think we’ve properly met before, are you one of Chan’s university friends?” You eyed him curiously, looking up to the male before you.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends for a while, but I usually come over when he has a free house, hence why,” he ushered to himself in the kitchen, “I know my way around.” There were a few more of what seemed to be painfully slow moments between the two of you, as you took in the man before you.

He had light chocolate coloured hair, with brown eyes and a very charming look to him, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t in awe of him. You smiled softly at him, offering a small nod of departure, as you headed back to your own room, passing Chan’s where he had his friends, listening to the laughter that radiated from it. But, you couldn’t stop thinking about Seungmin. He was definitely allowed round more often.

Sat on the bed in your towel, you contemplated your outfit choice for the day ahead. Whilst Chan had explicitly said you were only having a small gathering, you still liked to look nice in front of guests, even if it was just the boys. The dress your best friend had brought you was draped carefully over the chair as you chewed your lip, torn between making a statement or just opting for comfortable clothes, considering you would be taking the dress off anyway to swim. Sighing, you stood, headed for your draws, pulling your matching purple bikini on, before choosing a pair of shorts and a shirt that hugged just the right places on your body. Admiring the small effort you had put into your outfit, you left your room, heading downstairs where Chan was setting up a small snack and drinks station.

“You took your time, trying to impress someone?” he called over his shoulder, not turning to face you as he laid out cups and an assortment of alcohol and spirits, including rum and tequila. It had been a while since you had drunk with the boys, the last time you had, Chan had to carry you away from almost stripping your entire dress after Jisung had dared you to get comfortable, which was a very awkward conversation you had with Chan half hanging out of your ass from your hangover the next day.

Chan had made it clear to you early on that he didn’t want you dating any of his friends, which seemed odd to you, considering he trusted them more than anything. Maybe it was his pride, or his protectiveness. But you still couldn’t help the subtle flirting from the boys, especially Seungmin, who you had grown particularly fond of, which was clear to your less than impressed brother who had given you a scolding over it.

You tutted, “I wasn’t, I was making sure the rooms were tidy in case any of them decided to stay tonight.” You lied, approaching him, smoothing your shirt over as you leant over to help him set up the rest of the snacks, before hearing the doorbell, saving you from the earful Chan was unavoidably about to give you. Had you dressed deliberately in a revealing bikini? That wasn’t his business.

The next half an hour was spent answering the door as several of the boys turned up in increments of time, until everyone but - the door caught you off guard as you were cleaning the hallway of shoes that had been kicked off in haste, as you stood up, unlatching the door and smiled weakly as Seungmin stepped inside, your breath catching in your throat slightly at the sight of him. He was dressed in a white shirt, and ripped skinny jeans that fit his thighs perfectly. His hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead as he gripped a bottle of vodka in one hand, as he used the other to lean on the wall to kick his own shoes off.

“Hi, Y/N, you look really nice.” He complimented you, earning a small blush grazing your cheeks as you watched him push his shoes to neatly line up with the rest of them. You smiled at him as

he leant to pat your head, something he did on the regular, mostly because he liked to tease the height difference, but deep down it always made the butterflies in your stomach stir and you thought he must’ve known that. It wasn’t like you had meant to develop a crush on Seungmin, it had happened slowly, from the small comments here, to the small glances of something more than friends would admit.

“Thanks Min, you don’t look half bad yourself.” You shot back, taking note of how he seemed to linger on your form for a few seconds longer than he would admit to. “The boys are just outside, you can change in Chan’s room, can I get you a drink?” You asked, walking to the table that had already been trashed with bottles left half drunk, lids off and cups knocked over, typical men. You sighed, picking up a clean cup, turning to Seungmin who had been watching you in amusement, setting down the bottle of vodka on the table beside you.

“Soju sounds nice, if you have some.” He chuckled, as he pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing his toned body, causing you to choke back a gasp as you gawked at him. “What? I’m not going to swim in my shirt.” He said, a tilt to his head as he watched your bewilderment turn to embarrassment. The fact he was changing in front of you sent flutters straight to your core.

“Right - I forgot.” You squeaked out, now suddenly very self aware you only had your bikini on under your shirt and shorts. “The pool, I didn’t think anyone would be swimming.” You said defenselessly, as you poured the peach flavoured soju you’d picked up with shaky hands, much to Seungmin’s entertainment. He was just about to answer you when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to face the owner of the hand, your eyes falling to your feet as you saw who it was.

“Hey Seungmin, I didn’t realise you had gotten here.” Chan spoke, his hand not leaving your shoulder, its grip tight as he looked over your shoulder to Seungmin who seemed to be just as surprised at Chan’s sudden arrival.

“Yeah, about 5 minutes ago, Y/N was just fixing me a drink, no need to be worried.” He hummed as he took it from your hands, smiling softly at Chan who seemed to visibly relax, “afraid I was giving her a show in here without you?” He teased, knowing Chan was adverse to any of his friends making a move on you.

Chan gritted his teeth slightly as he let the grip on your shoulder tight as he let out a small sound of annoyance, “Well, can you move your stripping entertainment outside? We’ve been waiting for you to get here for ages now.” He clicked his tongue, as he steered you by your shoulders out of the room and to the back patio, where the others had already grown accustomed, some in the pool wrestling, whilst others were sitting watching them with their phones out, recording. You simply rolled your eyes at how your brother was so self conflicted over you possibly liking his friends, but didn’t mention it as you sat down next to Lino, conversing with the male, stripping your top and shorts deliberately until you were left in your bikini as Chan stared daggers in your back, whilst some of the others whistled, making you blush, but you were confident in front of them now, it didn’t phase you.

“It is a pool party after all.”

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“I’m telling you, I pushed him off first so I won!” Changbin exclaimed as he pushed his hair from his face, as Chan tried to push his head underwater. You laughed as you watched the boys play fighting as you stood, stretching slightly as you grabbed your cup. Most of them were drunk now, and staying safely in the shallow end so there were no accidents, as you watched from the sidelines. You’d been in earlier, so you relax and let ‘boys be boys’ as your mum said, plus watching them behave made you glad you had sat out, there were definite bruises to be had in the morning from their game of ‘king of the castle’ which consisted of them using the pool floats to push each other off and into the water.

“I’m grabbing some water, I’ll be right back.” You called out, not surprised none of them could hear you over the loud yells and laughter. You smiled to yourself as you walked to the door, pushing it open and walked to the kitchen as you hummed idly to yourself, deciding if you wanted ice or not as you ran your hand under the water, waiting for it to run cold, your back to the garden as you filled your empty cup with water from the tap. You wanted to get a headstart on the inevitable hangover.

“This is very reminiscent of our first meeting.” Seungmin spoke from behind you suddenly, voice low as he moved to reach behind you, your back brushing his chest slightly as he leant over you to take a cup from the cupboard, your face turning a crimson red.

“Y-yeah, it is.” You managed, as you turned around, realising how close he actually was, your bodies merely centimetres apart as he looked you dead in the eyes. “But, I’m wearing less clothes this time, isn’t that f-funny!” You gave him a nervous laugh as you looked at his bare chest, then the floor. His hair was clung to his forehead where he’d been in the pool, his swimming shorts clung to his legs just right as you let a gulp pass your throat, a small, but noticeable one.

“Eyes on me.” He murmured, as he took your chin in his hand, turning your face up to look at him. “Do you know how much you drive me insane?” He murmured, his eyes flickering to your lips, and back to your eyes as you sheepishly looked away from him, the heat between your legs embarrassingly hot already as you struggled to find words to answer him, your heart felt as if it was beating out of your chest as you swallowed the huge lump in your throat. “I know you feel the same way. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” He murmured, leaning into you, his lips ghosting your ear as you let a sigh of desperation leave your lips. His hand kept its place on your chin, as his other leant on the counter behind you, trapping you between the two.

“M-min, I- we, we can’t.” You breathed out, your voice tiny in comparison as you face flushed bright red, squeezing your legs together as you focused on keeping your breathing semi normal, failing miserably as Seungmin smirked softly, his leg pushing gently between yours as his lips left a trail of soft kisses from your ear, down your neck, up your jaw and to the corner of your mouth,your hands shaking slightly as you reached out, placing them on his chest as you felt his abs flex slightly at the touch. He hummed gently as he pulled away slowly to look you in the eyes once more, his hand that was perched on the side next to you finding refuge on your waist as you let out a breathy whimper, as he searched your eyes for consent.

You nodded, giving one last look over his shoulder, seeing the boys busy with being preoccupied in the pool. There wasn’t much left to stop you from this, you had already broken the thin barrier Chan had put up, so you pressed your lips to Seungmin’s, finally tasting the boy you had pined after for months, his lips reciprocating your kiss almost immediately as your arms found their way around his neck, whilst he moved to wrap his arm around your waist fully, pulling you flush against his chest, as your lips moved in sync, first at a slow, explorative pace, understanding one another that you had desperately wanted to do, before the kiss turned deeper, Seungmin’s tongue swept along your bottom lip, as you opened your mouth to let him enter, your tongues fighting for dominance as his hand that was settled on your chin moved slowly down your back, stopping at the clasp as he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he spoke,

“Did you wear this colour for me, angel?” he murmured, his finger toying with the clasp of your top as he moved his kisses from your lips down your neck, leaving small, gentle marks that you would have absolutely no way to explain to Chan what had happened, “were you hoping this would happen? Are you that desperate?” He chuckled, his breath hot against your skin as you let out a quiet moan, his mouth dangerously close to your chest as he looked up to you through his eyelashes, his eyes full of lust as he let his fingers work the clasp, setting your breasts free. You hissed slightly at the cool air on your nipples, before letting out a shocked moan as Seungmin’s lips wrapped around your nipple, his tongue tracing circles slowly around the bud as his hand moved to work on the other, your lips parted slightly as you struggled to breathe.

“F-fuck Seungmin,” You murmured, your hands pushing through his hair slightly as his hand that laid dormant on your waist dug in slightly, “w-what if Ch-”

“If Chan sees, he can know that someone is taking care of you.” He hummed against your skin, his lips moving down your waist as his other hand replaced his lips on your nipple, working both of them between his index finger and thumb, the comment shooting straight to your core, as you sighed out at his confidence, his lips stopping at the waistband of your bikini bottoms, “The rule is fucking stupid anyway.” His lips spoke against your stomach as your shivered at the sensation before he let his hands hook under your ass, lifting you onto the counter as you complied, letting your legs wrap around his shoulders as he kisses sloppy, wet kisses up your thigh, one arm wrapped around your back, the other holding your leg open so he could place a kiss to your clothed pussy.

“I’ve waited too long to care now.” He murmured, his finger tucking under the crotch of your bikini bottoms as he pushed the material to the side, hearing his breathing hitch as he blew cool air on your sensitive area, a moan catching in your throat. “You’re so beautiful,” he pursed his lips slightly, taking in the view as you blushed, self conscious as he let his mouth trail up your thigh, before his tongue licked a stripe from your cunt to your clit, your back arching as you cried out at the sensation, your hands finding spots in his hair, your fingers gripping lightly as he chuckled against you, his finger circling your entrance as you hummed in pleasure, his tongue working gentle figure of eights on your clit. His teeth occasionally grazed against you as he pushed his ring finger into you, much to your squeak of surprise, as he moved it agonizingly slow inside you, your whimpers desperate as you squeezed your legs around his head.

“Min, please- more.” You whined softly, as the male beneath you chuckled, his tongue speeding up slightly as he inserted a second finger, curling them up towards your g-spot, your head thrown back slightly as he thrust his fingers into the same spot each time, almost as if he had done this before, made for you and your body. His mouth and fingers worked in harmony with each other, for every thrust he made with his fingers, his tongue circled your clit just right, and soon the familiar feeling of a knot of an orgasm built in your stomach as you clutched to his hair slightly, whimpers falling from your lips as you bucked your hips into his face, Seungmin’s arm holding you down by your waist as you felt your release draw near. “Fuck, I’m gonna-” you managed.

“Cum for me baby.” He murmured, which was all you needed to tip you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as you came around his fingers and mouth, shaking slightly as you came down from your high. “Fuck, look at you, cumming from just my fingers, what a needy whore.” He murmured, leaning up from his position on the floor, where he held his fingers to your mouth, “open wide,” he smirked, as you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking your release from him, a deep groan coming from his own lips as he watched you take his fingers. “Such a good girl for me.” He praised, as you nodded eagerly.

“Let me..” You started, standing from the counter with a wobble, kneeling in front of him as he tipped his head to the side, your fingers playing with the knot on his swimming shorts, a small look of concentration laced your face as you worked them down his thighs, his erection springing free, the tip already leaking precum as you bit your lip at his size. He was impressive, not too big but he had girth to him, and you felt your walls clench around nothing as you took him in your hand, pumping the base a few times before you placed a kitten lick the tip, earning a throaty groan from Seungmin.

“Jesus, you’re going to make me cum too quickly if you’re not careful.” He breathed, as you looked up to him, a glint in your eyes as you licked a long, deliberate trail from the base to the tip, as Seungmin took a fist of your hair guiding you to take him in your mouth, “going to use this mouth as I wish,” he grunted, as you nodded eagerly, his hips thrusting into your mouth, making your balance throw centre slightly, resting your hands onto his thighs as he bucked up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged around his cock, tears welling in your eyes as Seungmin tipped his head back, small moans escaping his lips as he fucked your mouth. The moans that left his lips were almost music to your ears, but you could only offer a hum of acknowledgement, your mouth stuffed full of him, as you felt him twitch inside your mouth, preparing to swallow his release, before he pulled you off of him and up to your feet, trapping your lips in a kiss as his tongue dipped into your mouth, both of you letting out groans as you tasted each other.

“If I cum, I want it inside your cunt. All of me.” He said through hasty kisses, and all you could answer with was whimpers of encouragement as Seungmin looked around one last time, checking if the coast was clear before he hoisted you up onto the island in the centre of the kitchen, pulling the string on your remaining garment free, so you were both naked, one of his hands hooking under your knee as he bent you into position, other pushing your chest down so your back hit the cold marble underneath you as your hands found their way to his shoulders.

“Need you.” You whimpered, trying to move your legs to wrap around him to pull him closer, but that earned an almost growl from the back of his throat.

“You need me? Where? use your words baby.” He taunted, taking one hand from underneath your knee to hold onto his cock, dragging it up and down your folds, as you whimpered. “I need you to tell me, be a good whore, and tell me.”

“In me,” you whimpered first, feeling the tip of his cock catch at your entrance, before you let out a frustrated cry, “for the love of god Seungmin please just fuck me.” You begged, which earnt a satisfactory smirk from the male above you, as he teased the tip into you, before letting out a hiss as he slowly bottomed out in you, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades, sure to leave marks in his back as you cried out, his hand coming up to cup your mouth, his eyes flashed with a look you were uncertain of, but it made you clench around his dick, the excitement of possibly being caught making you feel dizzy.

“Do you want Chan to hear? No? Then shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled, as he shut his eyes briefly, feeling you clench around him, the warmth overtaking him, “you feel so much better than I could imagine.” He said, his free hand moving to grip your waist as he slowly started to pull out, before pushing back in, earning a whimper from your covered mouth as he began to speed up his movements, his own moans filling the room as he fucked into you, his cock finding and almost instantly hitting the right bundle of nerves inside you, making you almost bite into his hand as you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly closer.

“I- fuck.” You managed into his hand, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt a second orgasm building inside your core, whilst Seungmin concentrated on fucking into your g-spot, earning a moan of pleasure from you everytime, which alternated from a mixture of his name and pathetic whimpers, mixing with his low grunts and groans. He shook his head when he felt you clench continuously around him, feeling you near your second orgasm, and pulled you off of the counter, pulling out for a split second as he bent you over, before re-entering you, one hand reaching up to hold onto your throat and bringing your back flush to his chest, the other hand working at your clit again. “You belong to me, got that? You cum when I say.” He murmured into your ear, leaving marks down the side of your neck and shoulder, his hips fucking into you at an unrelenting pace.

All you could do was babble nonsense as you nodded eagerly, the feeling of your orgasm hitting you harder every time he thrusted into you, your hands gripping the counter edge below you, your knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white, as you felt his hips and movements grow sloppier, indicating he was close himself.

“Mmm’ gonna cum,” you whined out, your moans undeniably loud enough for someone to overhear you now, as one of his hands came up to hold out to you, “spit.” he murmured, you complied, a string of saliva dripping into his hand before he let the hand fall down to your clit, letting his finger work your bundle of nerves, “Please, let me cum .” You begged, “Need you to fill me up.”

“Fuck, speak like that and I’ll cum, such a needy whore,” Seungmin cursed under his breath as he felt your walls clench around his cock, “cum for me”, he growled, and with a few more thrusts you came with a very loud and desperate scream of his name as you tightened around him, his thrusts becoming increasingly more desperate as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high like a man searching for water in a desert.

You whimpered, your nails clawing into the counter, clenching around him as your moans sounded almost pornographic, tipping his own orgasm over the edge, making him bury his head into your neck and cum with you, his seed painting your walls as he fucked you through his own orgasm, your legs feeling like jelly from the overstimulation, only relenting slightly as you felt him start to soften inside you, before he pulled out, the mixture of both your cum running down your legs slowly as Seungmin moved to grab some paper towels, cleaning you up as you both panted, trying to catch your breath as you bit your lip at the aftercare he was giving.

He helped you back into your bikini before pulling his own shorts back on, wiping the sweat from his forehead and smirked to you, who had collapsed onto the stool at the island, pulling him in between your legs as you leant up to cup his face, kissing him as his hands found their way to your head, keeping you close as you smiled into the kiss.

That was cut short.

“What the fuck is going on?” You heard someone speak, their tone angry as you whipped your head to the side, seeing Chan and Jisung stood at the kitchen door, Chan looking like he was about to kill either one of you whilst Jisung’s jaw hung open. “One of you has approximately 10 seconds to tell me what you think you’re doing before I lose my shit.” He bit, Jisung’s hand holding him back as you opened your mouth to answer, before Seungmin held a finger to your lips, his other hand still holding onto you as he glared at Chan,

“I just bent your sibling over the counter and fucked them, but I didn’t need your permission to do that, neither does it matter if they see me.” He said, his tone sarcastic as Chan gaped at the answer he was just given, “So unless you’re here to watch round 2, I suggest you don’t speak.” Chan went to lunge at Seungmin, before you stood up, pushing yourself between the two men, your height wasn’t very intimidating, but the hesitation from Chan told you the look you were giving him was the complete opposite.

“I’m tired of you telling me what I can and can’t do, I’m not a little child anymore, and I can’t help who I fall for.” You bit at Chan, who seemed doubly taken aback as you had been, from your newfound confidence of standing up to your brother. “If you haven’t got anything good to say, I would rather you don’t say anything to me. But today was the first day I felt free from you.” You said, your voice wobbling slightly as you felt hands wrap around your waist protectively, looking over your shoulder to see Seungmin shooting daggers at Chan, who seemed defeated.

He sighed softly, shaking his head in dispair, “You’re right, I shouldn’t care, I forget you’re not my little sibling anymore. It doesn’t mean it hurts less seeing you with a friend, but I trust you Seungmin, so look after them.” Chan spoke with an oddly calm voice, as the other member of the group came inside to see the commotion, a few cheering slightly as they saw Seungmin wrapped around you. “Take care of them for me, it’s not my duty anymore, and if you’re happy, I’m not stopping it any longer.”

You offered a small smile of thanks to Chan as you felt Seungmin relax behind you slightly, not releasing his grip on you from behind as Jeongin coughed awkwardly.

“Does this mean we can stop hearing Seungmin whine about how much he has a crush on Y/N now- OW?” Jeongin hissed as Changbin dug his elbow into his side, earning a scowl from the Maknae as the others laughed, Chan even joining in, as you turned to Seungmin. “Do you want to take this upstairs?” You purred almost, as the boys behind you whistled, Seungmin simply rolling his eyes as he nodded to you, picking you up under your ass as you wrapped your legs around him.

“We will see you tomorrow.” Seungmin put it simply, as he carried you to the stairs.

“Remember a condom!” Chan called after you, which earnt a giggle from the pair of you in return. If only he knew.

That night, neither of you slept. But that didn’t matter, you had each other's company. That was enough for the two of you.

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jinnie-ret · 6 months

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I’m not entirely sure if you’d write this or not but could you write stray kids and like trainee reader who has divorced parents and is crying? You don’t have to write this and I understand if you don’t. If you do thank you

togetherness

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: very angsty

content warnings: divorce, allusions to a panic attack

word count: 2.7k

summary: out of all things, the last thing you expected to hear was that your parents are getting a divorce, but it was fortunate that the boys were there to hold you together

Thank you for the request! I did something silly and accidentally wrote it as a ninth member instead of a trainee, but she is still the maknae of the group so I hope that is still ok :)

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Ever since Stray Kids was confirmed to debut after the survival show all nine of you took part in, life had been a whirlwind. From training in the practice room to releasing several tracks, getting your first win was like a dream come true. Of course it would be 'Miroh' that people gave you recognition for, you couldn't deny how how much you loved the track too. However, there was a small part of you, scrap that, a big part of you that hoped '3rd Eye' would also gain that same level of attention. It's not a crime to be obsessed with your own music now, is it?

Due to how busy you had been, it had been just over a year since you had seen your parents, and for today to finally be the day you'd get to see them, you were practically bouncing off of the walls, so much so that the boys couldn't stop laughing at you, fondness radiating through all of them. You were the youngest, after all, only 14 when the show happened, and they had seen you grow so much already.

"Y/Nnie, calm down," Changbin chuckled as he tried to hold onto the sides of your arms, but you couldn't contain yourself as you excitedly paced up and down the wooden floors of the lounge.

"I can't help it... I'm so excited! I haven't seen them in ages, I missed them so much!" you cheered, accidentally bumping into Minho in the process.

He slowly turned around from his spot in the kitchen, stopping his minor task of pouring some juice.

"Do you like oranges, Y/N?" Minho turned to face you with a sinister grin.

"Oranges? I love orang-" you shrugged momentarily in confusion before gasping as he held the juice over your head.

"3,2..."

"Ah! Don't! I washed my hair today and everything!" you were rapid in your movements as you ducked away and took cover between Felix and Jeongin.

"Don't sacrifice us!" Jeongin's eyes were wide.

"Ah, you're being so cute today, Y/Nnie," Felix giggled, patting your head.

"Have you got everything you need, menace?" Chan asked you, letting out a laugh when you scrunched your nose at him in response.

"If anyone's a menace, it's Hannie, but yes," you answered his question whilst also turning the spotlight to Jisung, who was currently trying to grab Hyunjin's hair and tie it with a scrunchie of yours he had stolen.

"Who, me?" Jisung feigned innocence.

"Ah!" Hyunjin jumped not noticing Jisung behind him. "Bro, what are you doing?"

"Giving you a new hairstyle, Y/Nnie lets me do it all the time," Jisung shrugged, moving away from Hyunjin as it was clear his mission had failed.

"Yeah, small problem, Hyunjin's hair isn't long enough," Seungmin pointed out, making you laugh.

"I want to see Jinnie with long hair, woah," you nodded in approval at the idea.

"Y/N, you're getting distracted again," Changbin directed you towards the front door. He couldn't hide his smirk as he shook his head at your antics.

"It's like you're trying to get rid of me," you pouted, turning around with your hands on your hips.

"Never, but you really need to go," Minho joined him at the front door, jokingly pushing you out the door, making Felix yell out in surprise.

"Don't push the maknae!"

"Ok, ok, I'm going," you laughed, brushing a hand through your hair making sure it was perfect and not a single strand was out of place.

"Bye Y/N!" you heard them yell out in goodbye, before you made your way to the Korean BBQ place that wasn't too far away from your dorms. Initially you were going to go for a café, but your dad insisted that you see each other at your favourite kind of place.

And there they were, waving at you from across the road, small smiles on their faces that gree bigger the closer you got to them.

"Mum! Dad!" you ran up to them as you embraced them into a tight hug, their arms wrapping around you in return, both you and your mum getting teary eyed.

"Oh, I missed you so much sweetheart," she cuddled you closer to her, and pulled away as your dad planted a kiss on your forehead.

"Come on, darling, I bet you're hungry," your dad poked your cheek as he guided you through, sorting out the details of the reservation as you all sat down and began to catch up.

"I'm so glad I got some time off to see you, I just, I missed you so much," you sniffled, wiping your tears away before you full on sobbed in front of them.

"Aigoo, don't cry my dear," your mum wiped your tears as she dabbed a tissue across your cheeks and wrapped you in a side hug.

"We're so proud of you, Y/N, I know for sure we can both say that," your dad awkwardly glanced across at your mum, not that you noticed this exchange, too happy to be simply in their presence again.

"Thank you, I'm glad I can make you proud," you smile widely, your mum nodding along.

"You've achieved so much already, are the boys taking care of you, hmm?" she questioned, shifting her body to face yours more.

"-and then by the end of it we all just ended up falling asleep in the practice room, but I didn't mind, it was so comfortable, they truly are my brothers," you gushed as you retold one of your favourite stories of one of your earlier memories in your trainee days, just showing how strong your bond with the group was.

Whilst all of this was happening, your parents both had a nervous demeanour about them, not fully engaged in your story, something heavier weighing on their minds. How would their only child react when they told them?

"I-is something wrong? Oh, I'm rambling again aren't I, sorry, you can tell I haven't changed much," you finally picked up on their silences, the change of their normally relaxed mannerisms more apparent than ever.

"No, no, it's perfectly alright sweetheart, we just..." your mum trailed off, not knowing how to approach the topic.

"We have something to tell you, Y/N," your dad finished off your mum's sentence.

"Oh, what is it?" your heart dropped, sensing the serious tone coming through in the conversation. You fiddled with the chopsticks in front of you, trying to stabilise yourself, not knowing what was to come.

"There's no easy way to say this, darling, but... Your mum and I, we're getting a divorce," your dad couldn't look you in the eyes as he said this, wishing he could pretend he was looking for a waiter yet the enclosed booth you were in prevented him from doing so.

"No," you instantly said, disbelieving the words you had just heard, sure you had misinterpreted his words. In your strong reaction, you firmly placed the chopsticks down, head moving left and right as you glanced back and forth between your parents. A trio of a family, now split into three.

"Sweetheart, please, don't make this difficult," your mum began, sighing as she stared down at the table.

"D-don't make this difficult?! You're getting a divorce!" you leant back away from them, struggling to take in the situation as your heart raced.

"It hasn't been easy for us, please understand, Y/N," your dad pitched in, "we've been thinking about this for a long time now."

"How long?" your voice broke as you got quieter, the sight of your eyes welling up with tears breaking the hearts of your parents.

"For around four years now," your mum winced as she admitted how long their relationship had been in turmoil.

"Four, four years?!" your hands shook as you covered your face, absolutely devastated. Anyone that knew your family would have said it was absolutely perfect, even the boys who had only seen them on a few occasions.

"We had to make it work for you, Y/N, darling," your dad tried to grab your hand but you ripped it away from him, getting rid of that opportunity.

"You're putting this on me?" your voice wobbles, tears freely running down your face, leaving trails of grief in its wake. A grievance mourning the loss of something you'd never get back.

"Listen, we wanted to stay together for you, you just got into JYP, but now you've debuted we thought..."

"You thought I could handle it? Because my life is 'sorted'?! It's quite the opposite now," you sniffled, wiping your nose with the back of your hoodie sleeve.

"Y/N, we had to do this sweetheart, for the better," your mum tried to reason with you, tears of her own present.

"No, no, I... I can't," you scrambled out from your seat, running out of the restaurant without even having any of the food yet.

"Y/N!!!"

"Darling!"

Your parents desperately called after you, but you kept running away, finding a seat on a park bench to try and process everything that had just happened. They were divorcing, just like that. Were all the happy memories in your childhood as fake as the ones they created when they had been convincing you all this time that you were still a happy family? It wasn't fair. Could you even trust the words that left either of them now that they had revealed their biggest secret to you?

Without even knowing, your feet guided you away from the bustling streets of Seoul back to your true home. The family you had found solace in, that you'd be soon to find solace in once more, but for different reasons this time.

Like your body was on autopilot, your key twisted into the door of your shared apartment and you dropped your small bag to the floor, instantly falling to the ground as your knees buckled. You weren't aware of how bad of a state you were in, the mascara from your light makeup you applied earlier on in the day, now smudged under your eyes and faintly across the apples of your cheeks. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, unable to comprehend everything that had just happened. You didn't even feel the arms that had wrapped around you and brought you to their lap, cradling you into the safety of their warmth.

"Miss, please, it's ok, she just got here, she's safe, I think, ummm, do you want to come to our dorm? I can send the address?" Chan hurriedly spoke into his phone as he glanced over at Jeongin holding you tightly to him, the other boys around you trying to provide you with enough space but their comfort at the same time.

"I, I think it's better if we don't," the voice of your mum sighed from the other side of the phone.

"What? But- oh," Chan was ready to convince them to come over and ask what had brought you to such a distressed state, but the call had already been ended from the other side.

"It's ok, you're ok, Y/N, just take some deep breaths ok? Ok?" Changbin whispered into your ear, trying to help you slow down not only your breathing, but your mind too as you were clearly in your own head.

Jeongin rubbed your back in soothing circles, and after a while, you felt yourself slowly calm down, alongside Jisung's instructions to breathe deeply, and the soothing feeling of someone scratching your scalp, who you found out later was Felix.

The boys were the only people who could ground you in this moment, providing you with the comfort the rest of your support system failed to do. Your thoughts were still in a whirlwind yet you managed to tune back into your surroundings.

"You're ok, that's it, well done love," Chan's voice broke through, as your tight grip on Jeongin's t-shirt lessened and your body was ever so slightly less tense.

"We should move her to the sofa," Hyunjin spoke quietly, as if he was afraid to break the calm you began to feel.

And so, you numbly walked to the sofa with the help of Seungmin's hand resting on your back, pulling you down gently to sit next to him. Like you normally would, you rested your head on his shoulder. But this was far from a normal situation.

"Y/N?" Changbin asked tentatively, hoping you'd respond. "Look at me, aegi."

"Mmm?" you made a sound with your croaky throat, sore from your crying which the boys were thankful for their own souls that they didn't have to listen to it anymore. They feared it would permanently leave an imprint on their hearts, so they were worried at what on Earth had happened to you.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Chan slowly questioned you, a gentleness behind his eyes that nearly made you tear up again.

What did happen? What would happen now?

"They... my, my parents, they're getting a divorce," your voice cracked again and you internally scolded yourself for it as the boys looked geared up to protect you at any cost.

"A divorce?" Felix gasped.

"Oh, no, oh Y/Nnie," Jisung sighed sympathetically.

"I just don't get why... why now?" you held your head in your hands. Having to explain everything that happened moments ago would have been more painful had it not been for your members attention on you as you all sat on the sofas in the lounge. The very same ones you had been joyfully skipping around earlier on that day.

"These things... they can be unpredictable sometimes, Y/Nnie," Seungmin squeezed you tighter towards him, leant forward with you.

"That's what I hate... they said it had been four years that they had been thinking about it, four years since they knew," you closed your eyes tightly, anything to imagine yourself not in this situation.

"Y/N, you couldn't have known," Jeongin tried to offer some comfort.

"They said they stayed together, for me. I was the reason that they didn't tell me after all this time," you gritted your teeth in frustration.

"No, no, don't do that, love, you weren't to know," Chan firmly said, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel guilt.

"It's not your responsibility to carry that weight," Minho sternly added, in the same mindset as Chan, hating that you were upset. Sure, he teased you for your hyperactive mood earlier but he much preferred that then seeing the storm cloud hovering above you.

"It is though. They faked their love just for me. How do I know they even love me?" you crumbled once more, tears rushing down your face as Hyunjin immediately crouched down in front of you with a tissue at hand.

"They could never stop loving you. It's hard, but just because they fell out of love with each other, doesn't mean they'd do the same with you," he grabbed your hands in his, before pressing the tissue into your hand for you to use.

It was almost funny. Your mother had dried your tears for you earlier and now you were doing it for yourself, feeling that childlike innocence being ripped away from you as you were forced to feel adult emotions.

"Please don't think that way, no one could ever not love you," Jisung insisted.

"I just... I don't even know anymore," you took in some deep breaths again, looking around you at your brothers who held so much love and compassion in their eyes for you. You could see it in how they sat, turned towards you with their undivided attention.

"You don't have to know, Y/N. You're not going to know how to feel straight away," Changbin validated your emotions that you couldn't sort out on your own. But that was why you were glad they were there, to heal you, to offer you that safety net of their permanence in your life.

"You're not alone, okay?" Minho's soft spoken voice was filled with love, smooth like honey.

You needed some space from your thoughts, some reprieve from the situation you had faced, but, even in your fragility, you could see, no, you knew the boys would forever be there to keep you together. And so what if the cracks showed? You had 8 members more than willing to not force you to be fixed, but to live with those cracks and learn to understand them.

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hanjsquokka · 4 months

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Better Than The Books - [ Han Jisung ]

📚 SYNOPSIS : Growing up, you were a sucker for romance. The thought of finding the one was your dream since you were kid. You were searching for true love in the wrong places because the only one you needed was right next to you.

GENRE : romcom, fake dating, best friends to lovers, idiots in love, college au, fluff, smut, slight angst

PAIRING : han jisung × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : will contain swearing, mature content such as drinking, smut (probably?), and a mean minho (but i love him very much so no hate <3)

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

RULE NO. 1 - make minho jealous : You thought you found love when you dated Lee Minho — the resident bad boy of your college. He dropped you off at your classes on his motorcycle, took you out for late night rides and gave you flowers. But you were just another girl for him. He broke your heart, leaving your one and only best friend Han Jisung to pick up the pieces. You wanted to get back at your ex-boyfriend for playing with you like that. How? You fake date your best friend of course.

WORD COUNT : 2.5K

TAGLIST : @raeinydays @moon0fthenight @skzstaykatsy @imsiriuslyreal @rockstrhanji @bbokari711 @cupidcures @chans-muffin @adestayskz @hyperpixie

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The neon lights were almost blinding as music vibrated throughout the club. Hot, sweaty people moving to the beats as they danced all around. The air smelled of beer. Your own shot glass of vodka was in your hands as you swayed to the music. The adrenaline still hadn't worn off from the performance that ended a few moments ago. The boys were done, as far as you knew, so he'd be here any second. It was like he did it on purpose, flaunting those dark curls — a hairstyle you mentioned might look good on him. You hadn't expected for him to actually sport it at his band's first performance in a club off campus. Paired with that black shirt and those chains and rings — all train of thought left you as you downed your nth shot of vodka.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol coursing through your system, you thought it was him who was walking towards you with that lustful gaze. Jisung wrapped his hands low around your waist and pulled you closer. “How was I?” His voice was deep and seductive. His fingertips sent sparks of electricity wherever he touched you.

His mere presence sobered you up almost instantly, that faint buzz in your brain going away. “Amazing. As always. I like your hair.” Your hands went up to touch the dark locks. Blurred lines of friendship, but who cared? Maybe the rational part of you did, wondering if this was all a game or not. It was you who started it, but Han Jisung hated losing. He was going to make sure he was victorious and he was going to make sure he enjoyed teasing you along the way.

“Someone mentioned I might look good in them.” A smirk played on his lips as you met his eyes again. You could stare at him for ages and never get bored. His honeyed skin. His big brown eyes. That heart shaped smile. Rules were flying out the window as you felt a magnetic pull from him, drawing you closer. He was like a siren and you were his prey, his alluring voice being the only thing he needed to lure you into his trap. You felt like you were thirteen again, realizing that you have fallen for your own best friend. Even though it's been a decade since then, the feelings were still fresh. And now… all you had to do was close the distance. “Y/n…” He murmured. His lips were so close. “I'm sorry —”

Two weeks earlier

Of all days, today was the day your alarm decided to betray you. Final exams were coming up and your professor told the class he'd be taking a special lecture to cover everything on the syllabus — but your alarm just chose to not ring and you ended up missing the entire 10AM class.

Okay, maybe it wasn't a good idea to stay up reading romance novels after you finished studying but in your defense, you've had a rough week. You thought you found love when you dated Lee Minho — the resident bad boy of your college. He dropped you off at your classes on his motorcycle, took you out for late night rides and gave you flowers. But you were just another girl for him. He broke your heart exactly three months after he made it official. At the café where you went on your first date with him.

In his words, I'm sorry Y/n but you're just not it for me and I met this other girl I really liked.

Dick move, Lee Minho.

You went through the five stages of depression in the span of three days only to wind up at stage two again — anger. It infuriated you to know that Minho did not, not only to you, but so many other girls. Your friends warned you about him being a player. But your naive self thought you could change him.

Bullshit.

The past day and a half, you were only thinking about one thing — how to get back at him. How do you show him that he is just another guy and that you could do so much better. You ended up reading. Reading calmed you down and gave you a peace of mind. At least that's what you told yourself every time you picked up a book. Last night, you read Better Than The Movies at two in the morning, fueled only by Red Bull and the need to know if Liz and Wes kissed or not.

Romance novels were your thing. It was what bonded you and your mother before she passed away. She read fairytales about a princess finding her prince and living happily ever after, away from evil stepmothers and wicked witches because true love triumphed over all right? You've always believed in the concept of love and soulmates. You believe that the one for you was out there, waiting to be found.

You thought it was Minho until he ended up as an asshole.

“Matcha frappuccino for the lady.” Jisung set down a coffee cup with your favorite Starbucks drink, instantly brightening up your mood. You picked it up and gulped down quite a bit of the cold drink. Jisung chuckled, setting down his baseball hat and running his hand through his hair. “I just blew half my wallet on that and you finished it in less than a minute.”

“Very funny. I just love coffee. Especially this very specific coffee.”

“Because it's expensive?”

“Because I only get to have it when someone buys it for me cause I am broke and I cannot afford this.” Jisung rolled his eyes to your response. Your best friend had been unusually kind this week — you figured it was the whole Minho thing. He was well acquainted with your ex-boyfriend because his band mates from 3RACHA were in the same class as him and they were his friends. You've known Jisung for longer than you can remember. It was like you two were destined to be friends. Your parents were friends which ended up in you two becoming friends. You were also, coincidentally, born only a day apart and lived right next door to each other.

He was the one constant thing in your life. He was there when you fell down a slide and scratched you knee. He was there when you first learned how to ride a bike. He was there when your mom died. He was there when your dad married another lady. You didn't hate your stepmother, no, she was actually a nice person. But Jisung was there during every cross road you had in life. You were practically joined at the hip and you knew everything about each other. Your bond ran so much deeper than it seemed.

Of course you had a silly little crush on him when you were twelve but that crush soon died when he go his first girlfriend and then another and as the years went by, that crush dulled out. You were happy with him being your best friend.

“Earth to Y/n?” Jisung waved his hand in front of your face. You blinked out of your little daydream and focused back on him. “This is why you're not supposed to stay up so late studying.”

“Fun fact, I wasn't studying.”

He groaned. “Reading? Really?” He ran his hands through his dark hair. “Which book?”

“Better than the movies.”

“Ah, that one with the romance obsessed girl? What was her name… Linda — no, Liz! Yeah, Liz. I can see why you like it.”

You looked at him quizzically. Han Jisung didn't like romance novels so he certainly didn't read them. At least that's what he told you. Never in your whole life have you seen him read anything other than manga. Half of his ego was because of his abnormally large collection of manga and anime. “How do you know the main character's name?”

“You were literally texting me about the book yesterday.”

“Oh yeah.” You still didn't remember texting him, but then again you probably did and you forgot because lately you seemed to have the memory of a goldfish.

“I think you should dial down on the caffeine.”

“Would you rather me drinking beer?”

“Oh god no. You're a nightmare when you're drunk.” Jisung laughed, which made you laugh too. He had a way of distracting you from whatever you were thinking about — in a good way. He didn't want you to get too into your own head, especially with what happened with Minho.

Your expression fell as soon as you thought about the boy. You just couldn't stop thinking about it. What did you do that made him uninterested? Where did you go wrong? Was it the lame jokes you made? Or how you dropped by his class every now and then so you could go somewhere for lunch?

Minho was a reserved person. To everyone else, he was a cold, yandere-type guy who was a player. To you, well, he was someone you loved dearly. Loved. Past tense. You hated him now. You hated him since the moment you saw him with another girl right in front of you. The same girl he told you not to worry about. So ironic, you mentally scoffed.

Two can play that game.

“Holy shit, you're actually insane.” That was Han Jisung's first reaction to your crazy idea. He started to pace around his apartment while you sat on the couch. “Don't just sit there and act like you haven't dropped a bomb on me!”

“It's a good idea.” You replied nonchalantly.

“Good idea? Good idea? Y/n, for the love of all things holy- the only way to describe your idea is insane. It's insanity. It's right up there with robbing a bank. Actually, robbing a bank would be easier.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “I need a drink.” He went to his fridge and took out a bottle of tequila and a small glass. After downing the cup, he turned back to you. “Let me get this straight, you want to fake date me — your best friend of the past twenty three years of our existence — just to get back at your ex-boyfriend? To make him jealous?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“You want me to kiss you and hug you and go on dates with you?”

“Fake dates.” You clarified.

“Oh right, sorry. Fake dates.” He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he went back to pacing.

“And no kissing unless absolutely necessary.”

“Of course.” He massaged his temples before he turned around and walked towards where you were sitting. “Y/n. I ask this with pure love.” He crouched down right in front of you with the most concerned expression you've ever seen him in, placing his hands on your cheeks so you could look him straight in the eyes. “Have you lost your shit?”

Only Jisung could say something like that with an expression like that. You stood up from the couch and face him while crossing your arms. Jisung stood up as well, his hands in his hoodie pockets. “You're making this such a big deal. Everything is gonna be the same. It's just the both of us hanging out. We'll go to fun cafés or that amusement park you've been wanting to go to —”

“It's not a big deal for you.” He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a second before focusing on you again. You could tell there was so much more than he was letting on. He ran his hands through his hair and squatted to the ground with a loud groan. “You know I can't say no to you. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Two weeks. I promise. Two weeks and this is done and we can go back to being friends.” You said, trying to hide how desperate you were. “Please, Jisung.”

Usually, you could read your best friend like an open book. He was very expressive with his face and could barely hide whatever he was thinking of at that moment. But as the years went by, you could see he'd mastered the art of concealing his true feelings. Even now, you couldn't decipher what he was thinking behind those brown eyes as they became unfocused. “Why me? Why not… someone else you know?”

“Minho is not going to give a shit unless it's you. You're my best friend. You're the one guy I told him he would never have to worry about. Just like how he told me that she was just a friend. Just a friend, my fucking ass.” Your throat burned as you took a sharp inhale. “So are you going to help me or not?”

“I'll help you.” He said after a beat. He placed both his hands on the back of his neck and stared up at the ceiling. “I'll help you get your revenge.” He looked back at you. “But you have to promise me that we're going to be okay. I'm not risking my friendship over some dipshit.”

“We'll be fine. I promise.”

“You're confident.”

“Of course I am. What could go wrong?”

There was a flicker in his eyes and they darkened as he strode towards you, leaning down so you were eye to eye. He was so close, you could smell the cologne you bought him for Christmas. “Promise me you'll still be my friend, no matter what happens. Promise me you'll never hate me. Promise me… that this is all pretend.” You swallowed thickly and nodded. The words were stuck in your throat the second he came into such close proximity to you in such a… sensual way.

This was not the Han Jisung you knew. The shy, playful boy you've hung out with all your life. This was the Han Jisung your friends rave about. The Jisung from 3RACHA, the youngest in their little trio, one of the hottest boys on campus (your friend's words, not yours). You knew he wasn't a virgin by all means. He had his fair share of girlfriends and one night stands. But he was decent about it. You never understood why he kept breaking up with people, but you knew he wasn't someone like Minho. He wasn't dating for the thrill. But now… You didn't know what to think.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” He questioned, not moving a muscle. You were so close, you could feel his breath on your face and the minty smell from the gum he was chewing. Could you handle this? It was like he threw a lit matchstick onto kerosene. An old dull flame sparked inside you. A feeling you'd tucked away into the farthest part of your heart because you knew that Han Jisung was unattainable. He was your best friend. But with this new idea, you weren't sure how far you could blur the lines before friendship turned into something far more dangerous?

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I was so excited while writing this and I wanted it to be perfect, you know? So I rewrote the scenes multiple times. Let me know what you guys think <3

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Relationships with SKZ

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

BANG CHAN+HWANG LILY (Chanly):

To begin with, she was deeply in love with him and Now she feels great affection for him, she literally cannot live without him for a second.

She literally fell in love with Chan because he was so kind to her while they were trainees.

Very cute and soft duet.

Lily helped Chan a lot with his self-esteem and self-acceptance, they did a great job together.

And Chan is always there when Lily has anxiety attacks or panic attacks, he's always there.

She is his regular guest in the Chan's room (more on that later)

Very popular pairing!!! (hyunlix, minsung and chanly almost three main ways )

She cried every time he said something bad to himself.

She takes him shopping, because Chan doesn’t really like this business.

The NOT funniest jokes that only they laugh at .

Mmm, she loves Chan's curls, plays with them every chance she gets.

bro...they're literally dating, don't you get it? THEY'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP

How did it happen?

Literally one phrase from Lily one cold and bad evening changed everything

Nicknames for the Chan (in phone):Channie wife 🌹

Nicknames for the Lily (in phone): Teddy Lily 🐻❤️

LEE KNOW+HWANG LILY (Limin):

Minho was extremely annoyed that Lily would be in a MAN group.

Constant joint training brought them closer, very close.

In front of the cameras, they tease each other and literally mock each other, but outside the cameras...

Outside of cameras and public life, they are together, they love each other

bro...they are like brother and sister. they love each other so much

Lily is very attracted to him

Dance duet. THEY DANCED THE TROUBLE MAKER (what Hyunjin and Minho danced)

Small acts of caring.

He holds her hand in public, this is the norm.

They watch anime or cook together (that's why they live in the same dorm)

So much sarcasm.

Lily mom sunidunidori.

A couple of volunteers and a couple of sincerity

Nicknames for Lee Know (in phone): cat lover 🐈‍⬛

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): annoying lady 👾

SEO CHANGBIN+HWANG LILY (Binli):

THEY BECAME FRIENDS RIGHT AFTER CHANGBIN JOINED JYP.

Lily can just walk up to him and start screaming and Changbin will scream back.

They eat together and always eat.

She makes fun of Changbin because of his height, and Changbin is indignant.

Changbin steals Lily's cookies.

the noisiest in the group and in the company.

Changbinie teaches Lily women's choreography.

Lily dies at the sight of his muscles.

"My little dwaekki is lives in the gym???"

They're just fun and noisy.

Sometimes they write song lyrics together.

Nicknames for Changbin (in phone):Changbin 🐽🐰

Nicknames for Lily (in phone):LILYYYY ❤️

HWANG HYUNJIN+HWANG LILY (Lyhyun):

We disliked each other a little before debut.

But this immediately passed when the survival show began.

So aesthetic and flirty together 🫦

Hyunjin has a collection of Lily's portraits.

She makes hairstyles out of his hair, but Lily's favorite hairstyle is TWO TAIL ON THE SIDE (I’m dying, girls)

Hyunjin doesn't like to be touched a lot, but she's allowed.

She protects him from all the hate 🥺🥺

So beautiful and their interactions are going viral on social media.

Lily often watches Hyunjin draw, it's just so cozy.

THEIR HANDS DIFFERENCE.. Hyunjin's arms are 20.5 cm, and Lily's are 16.5.

He kissed her once on the cheek at a concert (oh my god, how the fans love it)

"My world is your peace of mind, and I am your protection"

Nicknames for Hyunjin (in phone): Mr.Hwang

Nicknames for Lily (in phone):Mrs.Hwang

HAN JISUNG+HWANG LILY (Lisung):

These bro jokers of the group.

They both have mental problems...

They write sad lyrical songs together.

Sweet tooth and of course the leaders of the sunny trio.

He's so chaotic and she's calm.

There are paired rings and paired T-shirts, the participants consider their T-shirts to be cringe, but they like it.

A very noisy duet part 2

Lily Paints Jisung's Nails.

They walk together to refresh their minds and get back to normal.

Walking with dogs is possible!

High notes are their place of comfort.

They didn't communicate during their trainee days.

Nicknames for Jisung (in phone): Squirrel 🌙

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Lily ily

LEE FELIX+HWANG LILY (Lilix):

HER LITTLE BOY LIX 🥺🥺🥺

completes the sunny trio.

UBUBUBU LILY IS VERY GENTLE AND CAREFUL WITH HIM.

they bake desserts together!

Felix arranges ASMR sessions for Lily.

She saw his abs and went crazy.

Literally two kittens.

Lily's soft voice and Felix's bass....

They have several covers and songs together and maybe stay will hear them.

She was very careful and gentle with him during her trainee days, because Felix was very shy and afraid.

HE IS HER SUNSHINE:(((

They're soulmates, okay?

The second most popular pairing is with Lily (Chanly is in first place, and Limin is in third)

Nicknames for Felix (in phone): Bby sunny 🥺🩷

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Kitten soo 😼

KIM SEUNGMIN+HWANG LILY (Seungly):

Okay...he's a pain in her ass.

SHE BARKED AROUND HIM ONCE (he thinks she's weird)

Lily loves his vocals and his voice.

Seungmin mocks Lily, but he also knows how to care.

Seungmin teaches Lily to play baseball, but she is not a very good player.

He takes photos of her, because according to Lily, Seungmin takes the best photos.

Snarky #1

When she is anxious, he brings her some soft toy and leaves.

But then the boy always finds out how she feels.

DAY6 FANS

Let Seungmin smile so widely next to Lily

Nicknames for Seungmin (in phone): Don't pick up the phone

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): Lily bear

I.N+HWANG LILY (Lijeon):

Her sweet child!

But, I want to say that Jeongin is 23 (!) and he is such a protection and support for Lily, he loves her very much 🥺

They go to Busan together and hang out there

Jeongin's family considers Lily their daughter (problems in Lily's family)

Jeongin is so handsome and sweet, Lily loves his company

He repeatedly selected looks and outfits for her for some outings and she did the same for him.

Jeongin allows Lily to hug him WITHOUT PROBLEMS AND NOT LIKE WITH THE OTHER MEMBERS.

Literally helped him with his homework

They have a card (which all the Stays fight for) where they are hugging and they are wearing pale pink outfits

They watch dramas at night (Chan scolds them for this).

Nicknames for Jeongin (in phone): millionaire guy

Nicknames for Lily (in phone): beautiful bear 🐻🫂

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REQUESTED: best hair styles the Neos have had

Taeil

I won’t allow y’all to lie to me and tell me that Chain era Taeil was mid. It was not. He saved millions from starvation by serving a full course meal with this hair.🫶🏿😭😭 honestly idk how some people don’t find him attractive. If he told me to get on my knees and suck I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Honorable mention:

Johnny

Honestly, I couldn't choose. But Black Hair Johnny will always have a foot on my throat. Especially when it's wet? oh absolutely.

Taeyong

Call me whatever you want but Taeyong's hair in sticker era changed the trajectory of my life. It was the undercut and flames combo.

Yuta

The long black hair. In a man bun, ponytail, half up half down, or let loose. It doesn't matter. This hairstyle is simply one for the books

Honorable mention: red hair Yuta.

Kun

Red hair Daddy Kun. HE ATE DOWWNNNNN. this was the same hair that caused the iconic "red sweat" incident. All in all, it made him look so damn powerful.

Doyoung

All my Doie bitches to the FRONT!!! Listen I have a lot of favorite hairstyles when it comes to this man, but nothing can beat the hairstyle he had in the resonance era I fear. Honestly, him in dark hair is enough to end me.

Ten

Two words. Phantom. Mullet. Bitch it’s mf Chittaphon Leechaiyahpornkul. He looks good in everything 😭😭. I’m honestly jealous of his ‘slay scale’ in general cuz that butch is always on 10🥹.

Jaehyun

I have two hairstyles. Favorite era and His natural fluffy hair. He is so fucking gorgeous.

WinWin

THIS.

Jungwoo

his sticker hair will always be iconic to me. It was different and it fit him perfectly.

Mark

Listen. When Mark started acting up it was because of this hair. Tallm bout he thought girls liked guys with short hair. No bitch. I'm down bad for him yo. also adding his recent hair too because he caused chaos in NCITY overnight.

Xiaojun

This man is the prettiest bitch I've ever seen in my entire life. He sings fucking amazingly and looks like an angel.

Hendery

Pretty in pink.

Renjun

the iconic two-toned hair. idgaf if you don't like this

I do. I fucking love it. He is the reason I breathe.

Jeno

Can you tell I have a thing for black hair and undercuts? lmaooo

Haechan

Red is his color. I think colors like this match his skin tone perfectly.

Jaemin

Do I really have to defend this? no, no I don't.

YangYang

Our bad bich Yang Yang was giving us Etheral tingz with this lewwkkkk

Chenle

The pink streaks were iconic. GLITCH MODE 4 EVAAA

Jisung

The silver hair made a cultural impact.

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dollyji · 2 years

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MORE THAN I SHOULD (M) | PJS

▸ genres | nsfw, smut, idol au, stylist au

▸ word count | 4245

▸ warnings | dom jisung, older fem reader, a bit of obsession, possession, a little dubcon (aka it’s pretty tame but no consent was ever explicitly stated), manhandling, a little choking, oral, hair pulling (jisung rec.), biting, fingernail marks, grabbing jisung’s butt, unprotected sex, breeding, use of the word noona, slight allusion to impregnation but it doesn’t happen

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One thing you always managed was coming into work early. It gives you time to set up your station, have a coffee, and chat with your coworkers before the busy day ahead of you. Working as a stylist for idols is pretty hectic. Between rushing to finish hair and makeup for all of the members and running after them for touch ups between filming breaks, you hardly have any down time. Luckily, they’ve all treated you kindly thus far. Especially when you started to work with NCT Dream, you managed to make quick friends with the members. You spend a lot of time with them in preparation for their comebacks, wanting to hear their opinions on styling, practicing different makeup looks and hairstyles until finding the right one, but the conversation isn’t always work related.

The members have a habit of leading you into unrelated conversation. Which honestly, you don’t mind. It makes time pass so much faster when you’re in conversation with them, and you feel comfortable, rather than awkward. In fact, the off topic conversations while in your chair is what made you become so close to them all and you’ve become accustomed to all of their antics and habits.

Some of the members in specific have rather touchy habits that don’t bother you at all. You aren’t phased when Jeno plays with the hem of your oversized clothes when he’s in your chair, nor are you when Haechan squeezes you in a hug when it’s his turn. It’s part of what makes them them, so it doesn’t bother you one bit. They’re your friends, after all. Who says that idols and their staff can’t be friends?

On the other hand, it bothers Jisung. A lot. It bothers him when he’s not placed in your chair that day, or when you finish with him quickly when he is. He grits his teeth when he sees you lean close to the other members, when your fingers wipe excess product from their skin without a second thought, and when they think it’s appropriate to touch you. One time, one of the members lended you their jacket and rubbed your arms for warmth on a cold day. That really set him off—so bad that he didn’t care to see who it was.

He’s especially pissed off today.

Once again, he was not placed in your chair but with a stylist he didn’t care too much for. She wasn’t you. Which meant, during filming breaks, she was the one rushing over to him to put his hair back in place or fix any smudged makeup. Meanwhile, Jisung had a clear sight of you greeting Jaemin with a smile. Watching you stand on the tips of your toes to pat away the sweat dripping down Jaemin’s face and neck, all while laughing at whatever the hell he’s saying was enough to sour his mood completely. And to make it worse, he watched as Jaemin’s hands naturally found your waist as you stepped closer to fix his appearance. Almost too naturally. He could feel his blood pressure rising, body temperature heating up, nothing but rage. Anger. Angry that his hyungs could be close to you like that. Yet he’s stuck on the sidelines watching like a kid that didn’t get picked on the playground.

You treat him so differently than everyone else. Even Chenle, and they’re practically the same age. From talking to them like adults, calling them your friends, letting them touch you. He swears, he’s even seen them almost shove their hand up your skirt before. But with him, you use a lot of childish language, pinch his cheeks and he’s not allowed to touch anywhere below your shoulders, it seems. It’s almost as if you were treating him like a baby. That makes him angry. It’s frustrating knowing how differently you treat him, because if he were anyone else, he’d be able to confess his feelings normally. But he’s Park Jisung, the youngest member, and you treat him like a baby much like anyone else.

To him, he’s Park Jisung, a man. A man who has feelings for you. One that wants to love you, provide for you, be everything you want him to be. He wants to be the one you come to when you need someone. And in times like this, when another man gets too close, he wants to be the one that bends you over and reminds you who the better option is. He knows he can treat you better than them. He’s willing to go to great lengths to get to know you. Every part of you. From what makes you happy, to what makes you mad, your favorite movies and foods, all the way to what makes your toes curl and your pussy wet.

He was thankful when their break came to an end. With an eagle eye, he watched as Jaemin’s hands pulled away from your waist as he returned to his place. Jisung sharply exhaled before heading back himself, trying to shake off his thoughts. His dancing would be lacking if he were distracted, so he tried his best to get you and his jealousy off of his mind quickly. Luckily for him, some of the members had run to the restroom before filming resumed and bought him some time to clear his mind and snap back into idol mode.

Thankfully he didn’t mess up his parts and the rest of filming went smoothly.

Once filming ended, everyone fizzled out quickly. Everyone worked together to clean up the set and take care of any last minute duties while the members left to get changed back into their casual clothes. Jisung was in no hurry. He wasn’t particularly fond of getting dressed and undressed with an audience, so he developed a habit of waiting until last to change. That’s how he managed to learn that you stay late, too. You told him that you like to spend a little extra time cleaning and organizing when it’s not as crowded in the room. So, now when he waits to change, it’s usually just the two of you. He knows you’ve stolen a few glances. And today he might try to catch you in the act.

He stops by the vending machine on his way to the dressing room. He picked up your favorite drink, as well as one for him. The dressing room door was open already when he got there, so he peeked his head in. When he did, he saw that it was just you, putting away your makeup brushes. You smiled at him when you noticed he had walked in.

“Hi, noona.” Jisung extended his hand, offering the drink to you.

You happily took it and twisted the cap off, taking a sip. “Hi, Sung.” He could feel his heart slip a beat and the nickname. “You did a really good job today! You’re such a good dancer.”

The praise made his cheeks feel hot, but he managed to keep his composure. If he started spluttering, there’s no way you would ever take him seriously. He thought that it was his chance now, to confess, and he wasn’t going to miss it. He’d spend a lifetime regretting it if he didn’t take this opportunity.

So he took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and grabbed your attention from cleaning up your station. “Noona.”

You hummed, looking up at him. He was picking at his nails despite the pseudo-confidence he had, so you reached out to grab his hands to stop him. This made his heart skip a beat, but he longed for physical contact, so he just squeezed your hands in return.

“Noona, I like you.”

Laughing, you attempted to reach up to pinch his cheeks. “I like you, too, Sungie.”

Jisung sighed, grabbing your wrist. “No. You’re not listening to me. Hear me out.” He kept his hold on your wrist, grabbing the other and tugging you close to his body. Now, the two of you were so close he wasn’t sure which heartbeat was his. Both were racing. “I like you, as in, I have feelings for you. Please, look at me for once. I think I’m in love with you, and I want you to look at me as a man. Not Sungie, not JiJi, or any other nickname. I, Park Jisung, a man, am telling you that I am in love with you. I want you to look at me like you look at the other guys, treat me like you do them. Please. Give me one chance.”

“I…didn’t know I treated them any differently.”

“You do.” His voice dropped a little. “I think everyone can see it. You’re more affectionate with them, you hang out with them more, and you treat them like adults. But you always treat me like a little kid. For once, can you look at me like a man?”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I’m not…I’m not more affectionate with them.”

Something in Jisung shifted. You could tell by the look on his face. “Oh, really? Then why is it that you’re always hugging them? Or letting them hold you like I should? They know I like you, noona. And it pisses me off how much fun they have knowing you’re mine.”

“Y-Yours..?”

He hummed to confirm. “Mine. You’re mine, noona. Nobody else’s. Let me show you what you’ve been missing this whole time. Let me show you that I’m a man.”

He didn’t give you any time to respond, instead using his hold on your wrists to pull you even closer. You were now pressed chest to chest. Not even enough room for a piece of paper between you. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Immediately, he demanded control with his actions. From holding you tucked into his body to moving you where you were pressed against the table, you were completely caught off guard. However, the confidence with which Jisung kissed you was not unwelcome. It was as if he knew what he was doing—as if there hadn’t been a day in his life that he didn’t kiss you and he knew exactly how to make your knees weak with just a kiss.

Maybe it was the way his tongue automatically slipped past your lips, and how he knew exactly how to use it. Barely brushing against your own before pulling back, teasing you, leaving you breathless as he locks your lips together. Or maybe it was the way he gripped your body as if he’s done it all along. With one hand now gripping your hip, fingertips digging into the skin beneath your clothing, the other barely grasps your neck. You can feel the pads of his fingers on the sides of your neck, but no pressure applied. It almost made you want to place your throat in the palm of his hands and ask him to choke you. But instead you whined, albeit rather muffled. You couldn’t help it when he spread your legs with his knee.

“Didn’t know you were whiny, noona.” Jisung pulled away from the kiss. Instead, he began to leave wet kisses on the skin of your neck, right where his thumb was just moments ago. This only prompted yet another whine in response, especially as he pressed further between your legs. It was almost as if he were tempting you to grind down on his leg. But he moves too quickly for you to even ponder the thought. After having left a few little marks behind, he detached his lips from your neck and dropped to his knees. “Gonna show you what you’ve missed all this time.”

His large hand grabbed your calf, pulling it over his shoulder. The action took you by surprise, making you grip the table so you wouldn’t fall. You’d gone for a skirt this morning when getting dressed after checking that the weather would be hot, and now you’re paying for that choice. The skirt made it all too easy for Jisung to be between your legs, to press a kiss to your pussy over your underwear, and to dampen them as he flattened his tongue against you. Well, dampen them further. You hate to admit it, but you were wet. All because of Jisung. Park Jisung, your friend. The shy, younger boy you’d grown fond of while working together. He was on his knees, between your legs, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down in one move.

Without skipping a beat, he dived back in between your legs. He flattened his tongue out, covering as much of your pussy as he could at once. Gasping at the contact, you let one hand shoot forward to rest on his head. The tips of his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs as he pushed himself closer to you. His tongue makes quick work rolling over your clit and sucking it into his mouth, all while his hands knead the meat of your thighs, migrating upwards and back.

“Oh, Jisung.” You tighten your hold on his hair, lightly pulling. He’d gripped your ass cheeks in his hand, changing the angle of your hips for better access.

He hummed against you. The vibrations sent a shock of electricity through your body, causing you to brace both hands on his head to keep yourself from falling over. The tight grip on his hair pulled a moan from his throat, muffling where Jisung’s face was buried in your pussy. Your head was spinning. Never did it occur to you that Jisung would be this good at eating pussy, although, admittedly, you have thought about it in passing before. He’d barely even gotten started and you already felt like you could cum.

You didn’t notice one of his hands releasing the grip he had on you, nor did you notice it making its way between your thighs. Only when he pulled his mouth off of you to guide his fingers along your slit did you notice. He used two fingers to touch you. Running his fingers between your lips, spreading them, collecting the mixture of arousal and his own saliva that wet the skin there. Then, those two fingers easily pushed into you, aided by the amount of wetness gathered at your entrance. A pathetic whine slipped past your lips.

Almost immediately, after a couple of experimental thrusts of his fingers, he found a consistent pace that was enough to make you weak in the knees alone. But that wasn’t enough for him, and he attached his lips to your clit again. Sucking, licking, rolling his tongue over and around it. All while he fucks his fingers into you. They curled at just the right angle, pulling noise after noise from your mouth because it just felt so good.

“Fuck—.” Your orgasm snuck up on you, so lost in pleasure from the boy—the man between your legs that you didn’t realize until it was washing over you. Hips jerking, whining loudly, breathless, and hands pulling on Jisung’s hair. Still, he didn’t let up. If anything, he nestled his face further between your legs, suckled your clit harder, buried his fingers deeper inside you to fuck you through your orgasm. Once you came down a little bit from the high of your climax, it became a bit too sensitive. You used the hands in his hair to push him away, tugging a little on his hair when he didn’t budge.

He pulls his lips off of you, standing slowly until he’s once again towering over you. His lips were glistening with your wetness, effectively distracting you as you zone in on them. You didn’t miss the way he licked his tongue over his lips, savoring every last taste of you, not knowing when he’d have you again. Jisung carefully watched your face, your heavy breathing, so breathless just from his mouth and fingers that are still buried inside you. He can feel his cock throbbing, and he decides he’s had enough; he needs you now.

In the same second he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty, his slick fingers move to unbutton and unzip his pants. His other hand tugs at your shirt from the bottom, trying to pull it over your head with just the one hand. You helped him, tossing it to the side and pushed his hand away from his pants. With both hands now free, he kneads both of your covered tits in his hands while you work on pushing his pants down his muscular thighs. The size of the bulge in his pants took you by surprise, and you couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

He inhaled sharply and pushed your hand away. “Can’t wait. Need you now.” And with that, he lifts you to sit on the tabletop. Your legs were spread, one on either side of his body, putting you on display. You were only in your skirt and bra while Jisung was still mostly dressed, but pushing his underwear down enough to pull his cock free. Even in his large hands, it looked big, and you could feel yourself start salivating. Who knew he was hiding that?

You could feel an embarrassing amount of arousal pooling at your entrance. It became even more apparent when Jisung just barely slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit. It was so slick, so easy for him to glide against. You felt yourself growing more and more excited with every passing second.

It was almost enough to induce a second orgasm when he finally pushed his cock into you, you were anticipating it so much. Once the head of his cock fit comfortably inside you, you could feel it just barely brushing your sweet spot. Almost as if something else completely took over you, you began to roll your hips forward, trying to fuck his cock deeper. It was pathetic how easily your body reacted, how desperate you were to feel every inch of him. Soft, repeated pleas left your mouth, far too needy to be embarrassed about begging. You needed him.

Jisung wanted to drag out the experience. He wanted to feel and savor every bit of you, no rushing or competing with your past and future lovers. The thought was gone as soon as it appeared, but left a sour feeling in its wake. How many people have had you—will have you this way? Jealousy washed over him, and every thought about taking it slow was thrown out of the window. He has to fuck you so good that you never want anyone else. So good that you’re his, that you keep coming back for more.

The feeling of him thrusting sharply, forcing the rest of his cock in one move was enough to momentarily knock the breath out of you. He sets a quick pace, not even allowing you time to register and adjust. All you could do was whine and gasp for air. Jisung found the noises endearing, and it swells his pride and ego knowing it was for him. All for him.

He couldn’t figure out where he should place his hands; he wanted to touch every inch of your body all at once. So his hands roamed, rubbing, gripping, squeezing. Until they squeezed your breasts, sliding upwards until both hands wrap around your throat. The sight in front of him—because of him—had him squeeze the sides of your neck. Once, twice, until he settled for a gentle pressure. Your boobs, still seated in your bra, bounced in time with his harsh thrusts, almost spilling out. Jisung decided to speed the process along, reaching and quickly pulling the cups down before returning his grip on your throat.

You felt lightheaded, euphoric, drunk on the feeling. Expensive makeup fell and toppled to the floor, but you didn’t care. You’d push them all off yourself if Jisung needed you to. Replacing some foundation or broken palettes is nothing compared to the amount of pleasure you’re experiencing right now.

The two of you were nearing your respective orgasms, inching closer and closer with each passing second. With every thrust, every touch. Jisung kept one hand on your neck, squeezing the sides occasionally to make your eyes roll back and mouth drop open. His other hand was on your chest, grabbing, holding and squeezing your breasts, alternating between both. He rolled his thumb over your nipple, lightly pinching it. Meanwhile, your hands couldn’t settle. First you gripped his biceps, flexed from how he was holding you. Then you placed your hands on his waist. That wasn’t good enough for you, and you felt the need to be closer, so you used that grip to pull yourself into an almost upright position. Now pressing chest to chest, forcing him to remove his hands from your tits. You could now comfortably wrap your legs around his waist and drop your hands to his ass. You gently kneaded the skin there, digging your fingernails into the fatty flesh.

“So close,” you whispered, leaning your cheek against his shoulder. “Want to cum. Want you to cum, shit.”

His own head dipped down, teeth nipping at your neck and lips kissing your heated skin. “Me too; so close too.” His voice was like honey, thick and sweet as he whispered in your ear. You could hear the roughness in it, and it had you nearly shivering though your body was hot. All it would take to have you cumming is—.

You dug your nails deeper into Jisung’s skin, surely leaving marks behind. The rest of your body tensed, becoming all too heavy but also light as a feather at the same time. If it wasn’t for Jisung moving one of his hands to support your back, you would’ve tossed your head too far backwards. But the hand that was once on your chest had moved to your very upper back, large hands easily splaying even to your neck, holding your head in place. Leaning against his shoulder still, your mouth dropped open, loudly whining and even drooling a bit. His other hand, the one that was on your throat, had snuck between your legs, giving you that extra push you needed to cum. He rubbed your still-sensitive clit in quick motions until your body went lax against him.

You’d been so lost in your own climax that you hadn’t noticed Jisung teetering on the edge of his for the past few moments. His brows were furrowed, almost as if he were contemplating a very hard decision. With the very last ounces of strength and energy you could gather, you reached your hands back and gripped the table. In the same move, you locked your ankles together and shifted your hips for a better angle. These cues were all Jisung needed before dropping his head to your shoulder, lightly sinking his teeth into the skin there. His hips jerked before stilling completely. You could feel a rush of warmth in you, sending a second round of electricity through you.

When he pulled out, you felt empty. A little sticky, but over the moon. Your body was still recovering from your orgasm, muscles tensing and spasming, struggling to catch your breath. Jisung gently guided you to lean back on the mirror behind you. Selfishly, he glanced between your legs. He had a delicious view of your wet pussy and his soaked cock, covered in leftover arousal and traces of his cum, only mere centimeters apart. He couldn’t help himself but spread your legs further. Lifting one of your limp legs, bending it at the knee to rest your foot on the table. Giving him the perfect view of his cum slowly leaking, being pushed out of your pretty pussy. He almost wanted to scoop every last drop up with his fingers and fuck it back into you. Wanted to keep his fingers there, feeling your pussy contract around them as he makes sure none of his cum gets wasted. Maybe if he bred you, marked you as his, nobody would dare mess with you.

You’re his. And if he has any say about it, he’ll breed you. Full of purpose, fully prepared to make you his forever even if that meant knocking you up. He needed the world to know you were his, and that he’s yours.

For only a moment, he let his mind wander. Jisung imagined a life with you, a life being more than coworkers or even friends. A life being each other’s forever.

“Fuck. I love you, noona.” Probably more than I should, he thought to himself. “Can I take you out? On a proper date?” Slowly, he began to lift you off of the table and lower you to the floor. It was getting late, and you both should really clean up and get home. But somehow, neither of you were quick with it. Lingering, moving slowly. Uncertainty weighing in the air, not knowing what happens now or what you both should make of this.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. Gripping tight on his shoulders, you were unable to stand on your own. Your legs felt like jelly, shaking and ready to give out the second you place your feet flat on the floor. So you held on to Jisung a little longer while you regain your composure. “I would like that.”

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genre: timestamp, fluff, angst (if you squint) — MDNI!

warnings: gn! reader, established relationship, insecure reader, pet names

words: 1.2k ~ (1278)

a/n: i was watching the intro vid to 5 star, saw jisung's hair, fell in love with him all over again and this is the result. direction of it wasn't planned, it just happened because my brain said so

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“let me braid your hair!” you whine for the nth time. jisung let's out a soft sigh before pushing his round glasses up to rest on the bridge of his nose.

“why would you want to do that?”

“because it's so pretty and long now. i just want to braid it and put it in a ponytail. i wanna play with your hair, ji before you get it all cut short.” you say with a pout.

“fine! but just this once, ok?” he laughs softly as he watches you rush to the bedroom to gather accessories, hair ties and a brush.

during the process, jisung moved and situated himself on the wooden floor by the sofa. you rush to him, sitting on the sofa and spreading your legs to allow him to shuffle between them.

he turns his attention to the tv as you grab the brush. you gently run it through his long, silver and grey hair to free his hair from any knots. you place the brush down by your side before gently running your fingers through it slowly.

your fingers become lost in the sea of hair. the soft strands tickling your fingertips. jisung hums softly in contentment, his body relaxing at the soft and gentle gesture.

“does that feel nice, ji?” he hums softly as he nods. you smile to yourself before reaching around to the front of his face. you gather his hair together, leaving a few strands to hand in front of his face.

you part his hair down the middle, gathering one side up into a high pony. you giggle to yourself as you secure the strands in pink elastic before doing the same to the other side. you add in a few colourful butterfly clips before handing jisung the mirror.

“whatcha think?” you giggle. jisung takes the mirror, his brows furrowed together as he checks out the hairstyle.

“babeee!” he whines, “you said you'd braid it.”

“i know, i know! but you look so adorable!”

“really?” he looks up at you to which you hum before leaning down and gently kissing the tip of his cute nose.

“really really. but i will braid it, don't worry ji.”

you take out the clips and the elastics before brushing out his hair again. you run your fingers through it a few times, taking in the softness and how healthy and long his hair currently is.

“i love your hair. it's so soft and healthy.”

“the advantages of having good quality hair products.” he says with a chuckle. “seeing how much i dye it, it has to look and feel healthy.”

“mhm. i'm slightly jealous.” you say as you start to braid his hair.

“why?”

“because you're so perfect and flawless, ji. you're so handsome and beautiful. everyone loves and adores you. you don't have a single flaw about you. sometimes i wonder…” you pause, feeling a lump burn in your throat suddenly as the feeling of insecurity hits you hard.

“what do you wonder, baby?” his voice is soft and gentle as he is quick to pick up on the way your voice quivers, no matter how hard you try to cover it up.

“sometimes i wonder why you're with me.” your voice is nothing but a small and gentle whisper, in hopes he didn’t hear you–which he did.

“i'm with you because i love you.”

“i know but, you're you and i'm me.” you secure the ends of his braid with an elastic, before scanning for any imperfections such as lumps and bumps.

“i don't understand, baby.”

“i'm just me. meaning i'm basic. i have flaws, i'm not perfect. i get insecure sometimes because i look at other people, people who are so much better than me in terms of looks and talents and i can't stop myself from thinking that you'd be so much better off with them than me.”

“baby–”

regret rises to the surface before sinking deep in your stomach. you swallow that burning lump that refuses to go away before quickly wiping your eyes.

“forget it.” you hastily say, “forget i said anything. let's just continue being happy and act like i haven't just ruined the mood.” you say with a sullen laugh. you rise to your feet to clear up the hair products.

a hand wraps around your wrist, gently pulling you down on jisung's lap to straddle him. your eyes widen at the surprising action before you sheepishly look down. you idly play with the material of his t-shirt and his silver neck chain, not wanting to make eye contact with him because if you do, you'll cry.

“look at me.” he gently strokes your hair and cheeks before slowly tracing your jawline with his finger. he hooks his finger under your chin, lifting it up so you're forced to look at him.

your eyes scan his facial features. from how plump his bottom lip is to the small, delicate mole on his cheek. the dam breaks, tears suddenly falling down your cheeks slowly.

“don't cry, my love.” he gently hushes you, raking his fingers through your hair slowly. he gently pushes you against his chest, encouraging you to put all your weight on him.

the softness of his skin, his touch and the rhythmic thumping of his heart rate calms you down to some extent. negative thoughts rush through your mind, thoughts you don't want to think but you can't help. An unwelcome guest that’s no stranger to you.

jisung rocks you back and forth, hushing and cooing you gently as he rubs your back and strokes your hair. a few minutes later, you manage to calm down as you pull away, sniffling.

“want to know why i'm with you and not someone else?” you look down, nodding slowly. “because you make me feel things i haven't felt nor never felt in a very very long time, yn.”

you look up at him, his expression so soft and eyes glossed over and shiny with so much love and admiration for you.

“i feel happy, excited. i feel like i'm the luckiest man on this planet. you may think i don't have flaws because you see me as this perfect being but i have flaws. everyone has some type of flaw. i'm not always perfect baby. i still have a lot to learn but with you by my side, i know it's going to be ok.”

“but what abo–”

“i don't want no one else but you. you're perfect to me. whether it be a good day, bad day. whether your hair is unwashed or you've been living in the same clothing for days, i don't care. i want that. you're human, you're real. you're true to yourself and to everyone else. i like that about you and it's what makes me love you so much.”

“ji..” your bottom lip sticks out as your eyes well up with tears yet again.

“i see myself with you and only you. just like how you see me as perfect and flawless is how i see you. i love you yn. i'm head over heels, a hundred percent smitten for you.”

“i love you too.” you sob. the negative thoughts and feelings washing away with each kind and gentle word you hear. the reassurance from jisung puts your mind, soul and heart at rest.

nothing but love overpowers your body once again as you lean in to kiss jisung softly. he holds onto your waist, pulling you closer so you're sat in his crotch. you place your hands on his cheeks as you both bask in the warmth of each other;

in the warmth that's called love.

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