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synopsis: your clever boyfriend attempts to teach you how to swim…or maybe just relax
wc: 1.5k
cw: pool sex, semi-public, breast play, unprotected piv (don’t do it!), creampie
The pool had been empty for as long as you had been there. It was late, the light breeze of the nighttime made the water feel colder than it actually was. Jeongin had been swimming laps for half an hour whilst you relaxed, sitting on the rough stairs in the pool.
You watched Jeongin’s form closely as he changed from freestyle to backstroke to butterfly strokes. You weren’t really complaining as you took your time to admire the flexing of his already defined muscles as he swam. However, Jeongin was completely unaware of how long he had been swimming, you knew that because he said he’d only be gone for five minutes…three or four laps at most.
“Innie.” You called out to him. He kept swimming. “Innie!” A little louder. Jeongin botched his butterfly stroke when he heard you.
“Sorry, darling…” He said as he swam in slow strokes to where you sat. “I could show you, if you want.”
You reluctantly nodded, not having anything else to do. You had tried to learn to swim many times before, but you never succeeded. You had been too embarrassed to hire an actual swim teacher or ask one of the more seasoned members to help you. Although, you discarded the latter because Jeongin would probably crash out if he saw Hyunjin or Felix or Changbin teaching you how to swim.
“You know that I can’t even relax long enough to float.” You protested. Jeongin’s lips curled upwards from his usual pout.
“I have an idea.” He teased with a bright smile as he held out his hand for you.
You rolled your eyes but walked over to him, feeling the water’s resistance as you moved. You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck as he carried you on his back to a deeper part of the pool. Jeongin glided through the water like it was his second nature. He swam to the edge of the pool; his hands grabbed your wrists and placed your hands on the edge. He shifted to face you and trapped himself against you and the tiles.
“Hi, pretty.” You said, chuckling at his silly expression. “Is there any reason why we’re here now?”
“Yep.” His hands found your waist, shifting you around to be pressed against the cool tiles. You panicked, instantly grabbing Jeongin’s strong shoulders, legs struggling until they found Jeongin’s body. “Baby, it’s okay. You can literally touch the floor. We’re still at, like, four feet.”
Oh.
You started lowering your legs to rest on the floor when Jeongin’s arms flew to them, holding them in place and proceeding to wrap them around his waist. You cocked your eyebrow at him, Jeongin wasn’t fond of PDA, even when there wasn’t a soul around aside from yours. He smiled at you in response, arms holding your legs in place. Jeongin leaned in and placed a kiss on your lips as his long fingers gently caressed your thighs. He kissed you again, this time slower, deeper. The rough edge of the pool pressed against your exposed back as Jeongin leaned forward onto you. His cold, wet hand cupped your face when the kiss deepened, thumb moving slowly across your cheek.
“You trust me, right?” He asked. You nodded, eyebrow still cocked. That’s when you felt Jeongin’s hands pull at the string of your bikini top. You held the cups of your bra, so it didn’t fall over.
“Innie, what the hell?”
“I’m helping you relax.” He said, hands grabbing yours.
“Innie…” you sighed, undoubtedly wanting to partake in whatever he wanted to do, but still nervous. “…what if the guys get back early?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll hide you, my back has gotten wider, no?” You chuckled, letting go of the top.
Jeongin undid the rest of your top and shucked it onto the rough poolside floor next to where you were. You felt your nipples pebble when the cool night air grazed them. Jeongin’s cock hardened beneath your legs as he soothed your sensitive buds with his mouth and fingers, sucking and nibbling at one whilst his expert fingers worked on the other.
You were slowly but surely letting yourself enjoy Jeongin’s touch despite still being on edge. You barely even noticed that Jeongin’s hands had strayed away from your nipple —mouth still on you— to pull at your bikini bottom’s flimsy string. He looked at you, biting his bottom lip but you didn’t protest. He undid the knot and tossed your bottoms along with your top, leaving you completely bare in the nearly freezing pool water. Jeongin pecked your lips before lowering his own swimsuit beneath his ballsack, just enough to free his erection.
Your legs remained wrapped against Jeongin’s waist when his tip started teasing your folds. Jeongin pushed his length inside you, slowly at first, gaining momentum with every inch that entered you. Once, he was fully sheathed inside of you, he buried his face in your neck.
Jeongin sucked bruises on your neck, and you fell yourself further sink into his warmth as his cock thrusted in and out of your throbbing cunt. The weightlessness of being in water couldn’t compare to the bliss that you felt when your boyfriend’s cock pounded into you. Especially when he focused on thrusting slow and deep strokes, making sure you felt him in every inch of your needy cunt.
“Baby, you feel amazing.” Jeongin moaned against your neck, losing his composure for a second. Water splashed around with every thrust of Jeongin’s eager hips. Your back molded into the edge of the pool. And Jeongin’s long and lustrous fingers made their way to rub your clit as he whispered sweet praises to you.
“You’re doing great, baby.” He groaned into your ear, slightly quickening his pace. You couldn’t focus on his praises, though. The feeling of his cock and the lightness of the water were your center at the moment… basking in absolute pleasure. Feeling your boyfriend’s long fingers inside of you was the cherry on top; your strongest focal point was to feel the physicality of everything.
Then, you understood why people loved the sensation of water and, you would guess, swimming. The feeling of Jeongin inside of you, kissing your neck and rubbing your clit to a welcome overstimulation felt freeing. That had been the most relaxation you were able to feel in a body of water. Jeongin’s praises became louder as his orgasm approached him as well as yours. Your throbbing cunt clenched around his cock, tightly and snugly as Jeongin rubbed your clit faster and harder.
Your cunt tightened around Jeongin’s cock when you finally reached your orgasm. You struggled to keep quiet, moaning his name as you came around him. Jeongin cursed when his hips gave up, he pressed as close against you as he could. Jeongin’s orgasms were always breathtaking; his beautiful eyes closed shut, lips moaning your name as he released generous amounts of his creamy seed inside of your eager cunt. Your boyfriend smirked when you finally let go of him; panting, chest rising and falling but you did feel less rigid.
“That was wonderful, wasn’t it? Do you feel any better?” He asked, placing a kiss on both of your nipples, and then, on your lips. You nodded in bliss, still fucked out, basking in the feeling of his warm cum unloading into the cold water.
Your boyfriend took you by surprise when he handled to lay on your back on top of the water. His hands were pressed against your back. Slowly, he distanced his hands from your body, in attempts to help you float.
“Good, baby. Just relax.” He encouraged as he removed his hands completely.
And, just like that, you started sinking once again. Jeongin’s strong hand grabbed your arm and pulled you up. His expression concerned at first, but when he noticed that you were okay, he just laughed.
“Aish, Y/N. I think we’ll have to get you a proper instructor. I think I’ve used every technique in my book.” Jeongin said in between laughs. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at his defeat; a shy pout appearing on your face when he hugged you. “It’s okay. I love you even if you never learn how to swim.”
“I’m going to shower. I feel sticky.” You announced, slightly annoyed as you made your way out of the pool. You wrapped a towel around your naked body, completely unaware that you left everything else. Jeongin shrugged and continued to swim laps in the empty pool.
A few minutes later, you were already in the bathroom when you heard a dramatic scream.
“YANG JEONGIN! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A BIKINI ON THE FLOOR?” Changbin’s voice echoed. “YOU FREAK!!!!”
You could overhear the faint, annoyed voices of the rest of the members complaining about not being able to use the pool for the rest of the trip.
And you could imagine your boyfriend’s pretty little smirk…
or, on a more realistic sense, furiously shy apologies to his members.
lee minho x 𝓰𝒻.ᐟreader wc: 2.5k ˎˊ˗ ᵎᵎ smut ᵎᵎ ꒰ 18+ ꒱ « pet play ft. collar » ⸝⸝⸝ dom minho ft. buttplug 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 kysa's catalogue
everyone near and far knew that minho loved cats.
but this kitty though ? it might just be his absolute favorite, especially with the way she was already purring just for him.
never mind, who was he kidding ? looking down at his rock-hard boner and feeling his pulse spike, he could hardly deny the hypothesis.
it was your one-year anniversary, and you both had spent weeks curating the perfect celebration. there were thoughtful gifts, sweet words, and a delectable dinner prepared entirely by minho's hands, but your best surprise was still under wraps.
after tidying up the kitchen, you slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. the moment you stepped out, minho went in for his, giving you the perfect window to prepare.
you immediately set to work on the surprise you’d been planning for a month, though your hands were suddenly shaking with anticipation. as you smoothed the body oil over your skin, leaving you glistening and smelling sweetly of vanilla and soft florals, a sudden wave of shyness hit you. your heart hammered against your ribs as you slipped into the delicate, lacy lingerie set, staring at your reflection and feeling hyper-aware of how daring this was.
grabbing the pièce de résistance brought on a jolt of stage fright that almost made you call the whole thing off, but the anxiety quickly melted away when you pictured the look on minho's face. the thought of the heat in his eyes and the way his jaw would drop made excitement completely overtake your jitters. powering through the blush warming your cheeks, you put the final touch in place and took your position on the bed.
when minho finally walked into the bedroom, the sight stole the air right out of his lungs.
he froze, his feet completely plastered to the ground and his eyes wide, as if you might disappear if he blinked even once. you were sprawled across the sheets, looking entirely delicious in the white lace despite the nervous tremble in your thighs.
finally snapping him out of his trance, you looked up at him with glittering eyes and shifted backward on the bed invitingly.
"min — happy one year anniversary, baby," you whispered sweetly.
a soft smile grazed his lips as he finally found his footing, moving toward you with a low, rough murmur. "happy anniversary to you too, my love, thank y —"
the words stuck in his throat as you turned to get on all fours, leaving his breath utterly hitched.
the absolute cherry on the cake ?
a plush, furry white cat tail plugged right into your butt, twitching lightly as you waited for him to claim his gift.
minho's soul left his body through his eyes, your figure permanently imprinted on his retina. the white fur caught his eyesight as he stood unblinking, utterly mesmerized by the sight of you on all fours.
his jaw slacked completely, the remaining words of his sentence dying in his throat as his brain scrambled to process the view. his eyes locked onto the plush white tail, tracking the slight, teasing twitch it made against your skin, and the contrast of it against the delicate white lace was almost too much for him to bear.
"fuck," he breathed out, his voice dropping low and raspy, thick with a sudden, heavy wave of desire.
the soft smile vanished from his lips, replaced by a dark, intense heat that burned right through you. he didn't waste another second — his feet finally unfroze, and he climbed onto the bed, crawling over the sheets toward you with his eyes pinned to yours.
as you turned back around, you found minho moving towards you, his intense gaze trailing over your figure as he saw your breath physically hitch.
his hands reached out and cupped your face, your head instinctively resting in his warm palm as his thumb gently caressed your cheek. the next second he was leaning down and kissing you, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his plush lips part against yours, deep and desperate.
the kiss was heavy with anticipation, his tongue sliding past your lips to claim you completely. a low, rumbling groan vibrated in his chest as his free hand slid down the curve of your waist, his fingers digging into your hip to pull you closer against him.
breaking the kiss just a fraction of an inch, his lips brushed against yours as he muttered against your mouth, his breath hot and ragged. "you are going to be the absolute death of me, you know that ?"
before you could even answer, minho's hands shifted down to your waist, gently turning you back around on all fours. his palms lingered on your skin, a low shiver running down your spine at the contact.
"stay right like this," he murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, rough register as he stepped back just an inch. "i need to get a better glimpse. i need to take all of you in."
his gaze drank you in from behind, tracking the soft curve of your spine down to where the plush white tail twitched temptingly against your thighs. a heavy exhale left his lips, and then the praises started pouring out — unfiltered, sweet, and thick with an overwhelming devotion that made your ears burn.
"fuck, you look so perfect," he rasped, his hand sliding over your hip, tracing the lace. "so beautiful. my good girl. you did all of this just for me, didn't you ?"
flushed and dizzy from the sheer weight of his words, your heart hammered wildly against your ribs. you reached out toward the nightstand with a slightly trembling hand, your fingers searching until they wrapped around the final piece of the surprise.
turning your head slightly to look back at him, you revealed a delicate leather collar. hanging from the center was a small, polished metal tag, jingling softly in the quiet room with his name beautifully engraved right on the front.
"min," you whispered shyly, your cheeks burning hot as you held it out toward him. "put it on me ? please ?"
minho froze entirely, his jaw dropping at the sight of his own name gleaming back at him from the polished tag. his eyes blew wide, a sudden, heavy wave of desire hitting him so hard it felt physical. a breathless, completely undone chuckle escaped his lips as he realized just how far you had gone for him.
"you have no idea what you're doing to me," he growled softly, taking the pieces from your hand as his fingers shook with anticipation. he leaned over you from behind, his broad chest pressing flush against your back as he engulfed you in his warmth.
his thumbs brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a violent shiver down your spine as he fastened the leather collar around you, clicking the lock firmly into place. the soft snap echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom, sealing the promise between you.
once it was secure, minho picked up the fine silver chain with the heavy little key dangling from it. with unblinking eyes, he lifted it over his head and let it drop around his neck, the key resting right against his bare chest — a beautiful, solid reminder of exactly who owned your heart tonight.
suddenly, minho hovered completely over you, his heavy weight pinning you down into the mattress. your face was pressed into the pillow, your body still arches on your stomach with your ass pushed up invitingly for him.
he didn't waste a single second, his hand immediately reaching down to grab the plush white tail, pulling it lightly to make the plug shift inside you. a breathless gasp escaped your lips at the sudden sensation, your fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly.
"look at you," minho murmured, his voice dark and raspy against your ear, his breath burning your skin. "my favorite little kitty, begging for her owner. you like the way this feels inside you, don't you ?"
your cheeks burned a violent crimson, a soft whine vibrating in your throat as your reaction only fueled his dark smirk. he wrapped his fingers around the leather collar at your neck, tugging it back gently so your head tilted back, making you hyper-aware of the lock firmly in place.
"you're so good for me, such a pretty perfect kitty," he growled softly, his thumb tracing the engraved tag before his hand slid down, pushing the delicate white lace of your panties completely aside.
the cool air of the bedroom hit your bare skin for only a fraction of a second before minho's burning heat replaced it. without giving you another moment to prepare, he lined himself up and pushed inside you from behind in one deep, ungodly stroke, his hand still gripping your collar to keep you pinned exactly where he wanted you.
"nghhh ! oh god —" the sudden, overwhelming fullness ripped the breath straight from your lungs, your back arching violently as your fingers clawed into the sheets.
"fuck, you're so tight," minho groaned, his voice completely wrecked as he buried his cock all the way up to the hilt, freezing for a second as his muscles twitched against yours. "open up for me, my kitty. just like that."
slowly he started to move, pulling back before plunging right back into your snug pussy with a heavy, deliberate thrust that hit your sweet spot perfectly.
"ughh... oh fuck, yes," you cried out into the pillow, your hips instinctively rolling back to meet his relentless pace. the feeling of the collar tugging at your neck combined with the deep, bruising friction from behind was pushing you over the edge. "min... oh god, please —"
"please what, baby ?" he rasped, the silver chain around his neck swinging softly, the key clicking against his chest with every hard roll of his hips. he reached down with his free hand, gripping the base of the white tail and tugging it gently as he drove into you again. "tell me exactly what you want."
"more — jesus fuck, min, please faster — ngh !" you whimpered, your vision going dizzy as he picked up the pace, the raw, heavy slaps of his skin against yours echoing loudly in the quiet room.
"i've got you," he growled, his grip tightening on the leather collar, pulling you back against his chest as he slammed into you deeper, completely overtaking your senses. "i've got you, my good kitty."
suddenly, minho gripped your hips and flipped you around onto your back, the sudden shift making your head spin. before you could even catch your breath, he hovered over you, his eyes dark and completely blown out with lust.
he didn't wait. he lifted your legs onto his shoulders and drove back inside you, but this time, the pace changed entirely. he began taking long, agonizingly slow strokes, drawing almost completely out before burying himself all the way to the hilt. each slow plunge reached incredibly deep, pressing so high and hard against your sweet spot it felt like he was literally rearranging your guts.
"ah — ah... oh god, minho, wait —" you choked out, your hands flying to his chest, your fingers bunching into the fabric of his shirt. the sheer depth of it was entirely overwhelming, forcing a long, broken moan from your lips. "it’s too deep... jesus..."
"i know, baby," he rasped, his face contorting as he hit that deep spot again, a low, heavy groan vibrating right out of his chest. "you're taking all of it so well. look at you."
keeping the brutal, deep rhythm steady, minho reached down with a trembling hand and aggressively tugged your white lace bra down, exposing your bare breasts to the cool bedroom air. he didn't give you a second to adjust before he leaned down, wrapping his plush lips around one tight nipple and sucking onto your boob.
"fuck, min —!" your head threw back into the mattress, your back arching off the sheets as a violent wave of pleasure crashed straight through your lower abdomen. the combination of his mouth clamping down on your breast and the relentless, deep stretch between your thighs was pushing you straight over the brink. "i'm gonna — oh god, i'm cumming !"
hearing your undone cries, minho's pace fractured. the control he had been fighting to maintain snapped entirely. he pulled his mouth away from your breast, his breathing utterly ruined and ragged as his strokes turned fast, hard, and desperate.
"cum for me, my kitty. do it right now," he growled, his hand flying up to grip the leather collar around your neck, his thumb pinning the engraved tag to your skin as he drove into you with everything he had left. "fuck, i'm right there with you, baby —"
you reached up, your fingers tangling desperately in his hair, pulling him down to meet you. but before your lips could fully lock, minho dipped his head lower, catching the silver chain between his teeth. with a sharp, possessive tug of his jaw, he lifted the heavy little key right up to your mouth.
when his plush lips crashed back onto yours, he slid the cold metal straight between your teeth, pushing the key into your shared kiss.
a muffled gasp left your throat as your eyes flew wide, your walls instantly clamping down around him in a tight, violent climax. the sensation was completely intoxicating —feeling his thick, heavy cock burying itself deep inside you while your tongues tangled around the slick, solid metal of the key.
minho let out a deep, wrecked groan into your mouth, his body locking up as he blew his load inside you, his hips shuddering ruthlessly to the rhythm of the metal shifting and sliding between your wet tongues.
he tasted like heat and desperate hunger, the sharp edges of his key clinking against your teeth as you both sucked and pulled at each other’s tongues, completely sharing the taste of your own surrender.
the frantic, messy friction of the metal in your mouths finally began to slow as the waves of the orgasm rippled out. minho slowly parted his lips, letting the key slip from between your tongues with a thin string of saliva, dropping it back down so it hung heavily against your chests.
completely spent, he collapsed heavily on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his breath was hot and frantic against your skin, his heart hammering a wild, erratic beat that vibrated right through the silver chain still draped over his shoulders. he slowly pulled away just enough to look down at you, a completely dazed, entirely smitten smile catching the corners of his lips as his fingers gently stroked your flushed cheek.
"happy anniversary, my perfect girl," he whispered softly, his voice completely wrecked and thick with love. "best surprise of my life."
kysa's note: fixated on this so bad i lowkey dreamt of it — and now this is here — for the two 'kittys' i know, hope this hits :p lemme know what you think about it, xoxo !
cw: use of y/n, pet names, jealousy, lying to fans, lee know being kind of a menace, mentions of drinking, oral sex (fem receiving), breastplay, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, not proofread. sorry if i missed any.
a/n: this is also a repost!
“We’re dying to know, how did you two meet?” The interviewer asked, clutching the cards in her hands. Your eyes locked with his. You chuckled lightly.
“Straight to the point, huh?” You teased, looking at the interviewer and back at Hyunjin beside you. “Do you want to tell it? Or should I?” He blushed at your comment, ultimately gesturing for you to tell the story.
You mentally prepared to recite the story you rehearsed over and over again for the last month.
“I was in line to get an iced coffee at this new shop near my workplace. My headphones were on, blasting music very loudly. I wasn’t really paying any attention to my surroundings. They have all these cute signature drinks and I had my mind set on ordering the s’mores iced coffee that I didn’t even check my other options.” You paused to look at Hyunjin, who gave you a reassuring smile. “So, the menu is displayed on a screen above the register and I had gotten to a point in line where I couldn’t see it well —I’m nearsighted. And, I just step back to get a better look at it…”
“And, she bumps into me.” He chuckled.
“I bump into him hard!” You laugh between exaggerated gestures. The interviewer laughs with you, you continue the story before she could comment on it. “I’m apologizing profusely. My face is so red and I have tears in my eyes out of embarrassment.”
“I didn’t even know how to react. It wasn’t a big deal to me or anything!” Hyunjin added, “I offered to pay for her coffee because I felt bad for her being so embarrassed. She denied. But then, all the tables were busy so we shared one.”
“And, I couldn’t believe that I was hearing correctly when he asked me for my number!” You confessed.
“I mean, I think we had a pretty interesting conversation about Claude Monet’s garden.” Hyunjin commented. “I would’ve spent the evening with you if I didn’t have a recording session.”
“Cute and artsy? You two really are a perfect match!” The interviewer said enthusiastically.
You fake chuckled through it all.
“I don’t know about being perfect but it’s been a wonderful ride.” You said, sticking to the script you had been fed.
“Did you know who Hyunjin was when you bumped into him?”
“I recognized him right after apologizing. I think it’s impossible to not know him in this day and age.” You remarked.
“Did you give him special treatment afterwards?” She intruded. You shook your head, slightly annoyed at the question but not surprised.
“I don’t really believe in treating people differently just because they’re famous.” You replied. “The connection we developed was real; independent to Hyunjin being an idol.”
“Actually, I was the one to initiate the conversation.” Hyunjin pointed out. “She had a Monet pin on her purse and I wanted to impress her.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I, shamefully, wanted to know if she actually liked him and if she’d seen his paintings at a museum or something. I had some books about him that she could enjoy, if she did. ”
“And she did, right?” She asked, you two nodded in unison. “How sweet! But, dating an idol must be hard, right?” She directed the question to you. “How have STAY reacted to your relationship?”
“I think they were mostly shocked at first.” Hyunjin answered. “I have always been private about my personal life. I’m sure they weren’t expecting to see me on a date.”
“I’ve had a lot of support too.” You added. “STAY have seen me at concerts and they even give me freebies. It’s really sweet.”
“You must be special to have received so much support from such loyal fans!”
You chuckled nervously, not expecting that comment. Your eyes met Hyunjin’s once more.
“I believe that real STAY generally like Y/N because she’s genuine. They can tell that she cares about me.” Hyunjin added. “She’s supported me through many hardships in the time we’ve known each other.”
You blushed at that comment.
“Adorable! We have time for one more question!” The interviewer clapped her hands together. “We asked on social media and your fans want Y/N to send them a message!”
Your hands instantly started sweating and your heartbeat increased. You had planned most of this interview out, and you had a script for almost every scenario —except this one. Hyunjin lightly squeezed your hand. You took a deep breath.
“Hi STAY! I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Thank you for all the love you’ve sent me. Thank you for the support I’ve had. I promise to take care of Hyunjin like you do. Thank you for your trust. And, even if you’re still not sure about me… I want you to please keep supporting Hyunjin. He’s our foundation. I wish you the best.” You said, in a whim, not knowing whether if it would be appraised or detested by the higher-ups or by the fans.
“Isn’t Y/N lovely? Thank you both for your time on this show!” The interviewer exclaimed. “I wish you a healthy relationship!” She shook your and Hyunjin’s hands. “A round of applause for this beautiful couple.”
You walked hand in hand to the backstage area, where you were met with Hyunjin’s representative team.
“So, how did we do?” Hyunjin asked them, sliding his hand out of yours.
“I think it looked natural enough.”
You high-fived Hyunjin, who happily put his arm around your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly.
Things hadn’t exactly happened that way— not really. It hadn’t been love at first conversation, it hadn’t been love at all. You had met Hyunjin at the coffee shop, you did have a nice conversation and he did leave with your number. But neither of you intended for it to be romantic. You gave him your number so he could send some art book recommendations that he talked about.
Instead, you received an urgent call from his manager. Some sasaeng had taken pictures of you two at the coffee shop looking suspiciously happy. They had sent the pictures to Hyunjin’s company and this had been the plan.
Hyunjin didn’t have a squeaky clean reputation when it came to dating scandals —having made the front cover various times before, with different people. Management decided that a stable, loving relationship would help redeem his womanizer reputation. You were offered a contract and you had denied it, even when the pay was undeniably generous. You hated the idea of dating for the public —of a fake relationship.
It wasn't until Hyunjin asked you if he could come over to your house with a sniffling nose that you understood the severity of the situation. He didn’t pressure you to take the job. You didn’t know him well, but he had been nothing but nice and respectful to you and you didn’t really comprehend his reputation, but you didn’t ask either. You chose to help him… as a friend. The next day, the contract was signed and an official message was sent out, the message that falsely confirmed your relationship.
You spent the next few months getting media trained by the company’s best personnel. You had been officially introduced to the world as Hwang Hyunjin’s own lovergirl. And everything was right in the world again — sensible artist Hwang Hyunjin couldn’t be a womanizer, of course not. And you still couldn’t understand why he had that reputation. Hyunjin had always been mindful of you and your feelings.
You coped by thinking of this as an acting job and favor to your friend. It helped that the pay was increasingly better than that of the job that you had a degree for. It also helped that you had quit said job and dedicated your free time to painting and studying art again. Your one true passion. Spending time with Hyunjin was enjoyable too, you had a few public dates a month and you could talk about art and movies and books.
The contract was valid for six months with an opportunity of extension if you wanted. And Hyunjin made sure to always ask if you wanted to end the agreement early. But you didn’t mind… as long as you didn’t look up your name on social media.
You, thankfully, hadn’t had any altercations with fans but you had seen the comments they made about you, the death threats, the amount of people that unfollowed Hyunjin after the announcement. It was overwhelming. Therefore, a social media cleanse was in order for you both.
“Y/N-nnie.” Hyunjin’s sultry voice snapped you back into reality. He held out his hand for you to take it. “The guys are having dinner at Chan’s. Do you want to come?” You nodded, taking his hand in yours as you walked out of the studio and into the luxury SUV that drove you around.
“Chan’s making pork belly.” Hyunjin softly spoke up. “I asked Minho to make tofu for both of us… I know that you don’t love pork belly.” He gave you a shy smile.
“Thanks, Hyune. I didn’t even remember that I told you I didn’t like pork belly.”
“You did. At the BBQ place last month…” He pointed out. “I pay attention, you know.” You blushed.
Hyunjin was undeniably cute, lovely, endearing. Sometimes you felt that the line that separated your “relationship” from your friendship was blurring. Nothing that indicated a shift had happened, still you did feel like an established couple. A couple that was so comfortable with each other that you could just enjoy each other’s company without expectations.
Sometimes you forgot to let your hand slip from his grasp and other times his hugs lasted a little longer than you expected them too. He would spend his free time at your house. And, if he wasn’t with you physically, he would call or text you the entire day. You didn’t want to be that person. The person that develops a crush on their best friend and ruins the friendship. Especially when it came to Hyunjin, someone who understood you— without judgment or apprehension.
He liked you for you, not for your accolades or your status. He enjoyed talking about your favorite painters and what food you disliked and how you think that capitalism sucks. And you liked him, because he was passionate and smart and funny and undeniably gorgeous. You liked that he was interested in things other than money and luxury —a misconception you had about celebrities.
And you hated that you felt goosebumps every time his touch lingered on you. And that your palms got sweatier when he held them. And, that your heart skipped a beat every time he praised you in interviews and to his friends. You still weren’t sure if that was part of your gimmick. But, his voice (and your delusions) made him sound so… genuine.
You arrived at Chan’s place in a blur of time. Hyunjin’s members were sitting around the table, stuffing their faces with the home cooked meal. You were met with wide eyed stares, like an unexpected visitor from everyone aside from Chan and Minho.
“Hi noona.” You heard a chorus of greetings coming from Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin. Meanwhile, Changbin stood up and hugged you for a good minute. You had seen most of Changbin, with him being Hyunjin’s roommate and all. He was always nice to you, he made you feel comfortable even when you felt slightly intimidated. Especially when it came to Minho and some younger members.
“Hi noona.” Minho mocked his younger members. “C’mon. Eat your food, it’ll get cold and I made it just for you.”
“Oh! Hi, Y/N. Sit here.” Chan said, getting up from his chair to retrieve another one for himself.
You sat down next to Minho, who served your food and placed it in front of you. You quietly thanked him and Chan.
“I know that we said that we wouldn’t check things on social media about your fake relationship thing but I caved.” Jeongin confessed. You widened your eyes, scared about how the engagement would be. Hyunjin sat next to you, shifting Chan’s plate next to Changbin’s. “People ate it up.”
You sighed in relief.
“I checked too.” Felix confessed as well. “You did well, noona. If I didn’t know, I’d think you liked him for real.” You furiously blushed at his comment. Seungmin snickered, making you roll your eyes.
“Yeah, Y/N. You were really convincing. It made me jealous. I’d love a fake girlfriend like you.” Minho teased Hyunjin, as he always did.
“Too bad, hyung. We have a real friendship aside from just fake dating. You do know that, right?” Hyunjin snapped. Minho snickered once more and held his arms up in defeat. You knew that he did it to get a reaction out of Hyunjin. Hyunjin rolled his eyes and started eating his meal.
You listened to the conversations they were having and summarized them to: Minho teasing Hyunjin, Jisung struggling to write a song for Changbin and Jeongin, Changbin talked about bulking and his new routine, Chan hadn’t slept in days, Jeongin had a newfound sweet tooth for slushies, Seungmin visited family and argued with them, and Felix wasn’t sure if he had a new brand deal. Hyunjin, on the other hand, remained mostly silent through the meal, he commented occasionally and glanced at you.
You spoke about the interview in detail —how you felt with the unexpected questions and how you managed to work your way around them. Jisung complimented your acting, to which you chuckled and gave your own props to Hyunjin’s support.
“Hyunjin tends to be more reserved in interviews. I was surprised, he did really well.” Changbin commented. “You should come to all of our interviews as a good luck charm.”
“Well, while we’re on topic! I actually gathered you here to celebrate how well things are going.” Chan said, taking out four bottles of bokbunja-ju. “PD-nim sent this over, he wanted to congratulate you for working diligently on this. Not to diminish your part, Hyunjin, but Y/N has been a really positive influence in your, uh, public reception. Even if stays don’t looooove her just yet.” He paused. “Not that they hate you or anything, you know. Agh. We’re just happy to see that people now see Hyunjin for a good guy, just like he is. You know? Ugh. Whatever, let’s drink.”
You chuckled at Chan being flustered, yet you felt honored to have a positive impact on Hyunjin’s reputation —whatever that meant. Chan handed you a glass of bokbunja-ju, which you took to one of the sofas in the living room. Minho’s cat-like stare followed you, deciding to sit down on the other side of the couch.
“He likes you too.” Minho spoke up, suddenly.
“JYP?”
Minho snickered.
“You know who I mean. Hyunjin. You’re good for him. I don’t know if he’ll ever have the guts to confess. So, I’m doing it for him. If you like him back, you should say something.”
“Minho, be serious.” You looked over at him, directly at his glossy, angel-like eyes.
“I am. I promise. You’re cute and all but not my type. I’ve been trying to get him jealous enough.”
“I think you’re known to be a liar.” You tested the waters.
“I could never lie about this. I’m not so malicious.” He said and scooted closer to you, leaning down to your ear. “If you look in his direction, he’s clenching his glass hard. He can’t stand seeing this.” And you did. Minho was right. Hyunjin’s eyes bore into you and Minho sitting in the sofa. “He’ll find an excuse to come over.” And he was right again. As soon as Minho returned to his previous spot, Hyunjin walked over to where you sat.
“Hey, I’m tired. Is it okay if we leave early?” Hyunjin asked with his back to Minho and a shy smile appearing on his face.
“Oh, sure. I’m a bit tired myself.” You agreed, noticing that Minho was standing up and shooting you a thumbs up.
A few hugs and kisses on the cheek by a very tipsy Felix later, you and Hyunjin were able to slip away from Chan’s apartment. Hyunjin, luckily, lived in the same building as the rest of his bandmates, you took the elevator to his floor to fetch his car keys. You didn’t even dare to enter the apartment, not after what Minho said. The conversation replayed in your head as you waited for Hyunjin to return. You weren’t particularly tired, you were curious— to know whether or not Minho’s words carried any truth to them.
“Okay. Let’s go.” Hyunjin announced as he walked out of his front door.
“If you’re too tired, I could take a taxi or something. Don’t overwork yourself.”
“Nonsense. I’d prefer to deliver you safely to yours.”
Hyunjin spoke about the interview on the way to your house. He praised you for handling the hard parts of the commentary, especially with this being your first formal interview. You blushed at his words. You never liked driving around at night, it used to make you feel paranoid. Yet being with Hyunjin made you feel safe, like things would be okay. That was one of the reasons why you decided to help him out.
Before you knew it, the car halted its movements and you were parked in front of the dim streetlight that led to your house. You didn’t want to leave and Hyunjin kept talking, which hinted that he didn’t want to leave either.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” Hyunjin said with a soft smile on his face.
“You all say that your rep needed work… I never asked, but i’ve always been curious about it.”
“Ah.” Hyunjin sighed deeply. “It’s not as serious as the media makes it out to be… I had a phase where I partied constantly. People took pictures of me dancing with different people. I didn’t do anything with them! I swear! Media outlets made me seem like a playboy… But I swear nothing happened with anyone or anything. I’m not for that casual hookup lifestyle.. you know? PD-nim did what he could to diffuse the drama…”
“It’s okay if you were hooking up with them; you don’t have to over-explain yourself.” You chuckled lightly. “Thanks for opening up. I’m sorry that it happened.”
“Oh… I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’m kind of a loser, I haven’t gone on a real date since debut actually…”
“Hyune…” You interrupted, testing the waters. He looked at you with parted lips and shimmering eyes; he glanced back at his hands on the steering wheel almost instantly. “I should probably go. You said you were tired.”
“Wait!” He looked back at you. “I-I…you and Minho hyung…ugh… do you think he wants to ask you out?”
“I wanted to talk about Minho too.” You responded vaguely, in order to observe his reaction. He sighed and looked back at the steering wheel.
“If he asked you out, you can go out with him… I know you’d want my approval because we’re friends. But… I think you’d be a nice, odd couple. You’d have to talk to PD-nim because what if people find….”
“Minho did not ask me out.” You clarified. “It’s not about that at all.” Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “He said something…” He was looking directly into your eyes. You forgot what you were saying. “I want to kiss you so bad.”
“W-what?”
“Please tell me that I didn’t just say that out loud.”
“I think you did… or maybe you were mind-reading.” Hyunjin sighed.
“Mind reading?”
“I really want to kiss you.” He affirmed, there was a pause of disbelief. “Can I kiss you?”
You found yourself nodding before you could consider the repercussions, the contract breach and everything else that could be affected by that kiss. You wouldn’t let yourself care, either way.
Hyunjin’s hands found their way to each side of your face as he leaned in, caressing the left side with his thumb. His lips found yours gently, they were plump and soft like a nice and cold pudding. Your neediness took over you and you found yourself deepening the kiss into a tangled mess of tongue and saliva. Your heart wanted to beat out of your chest; not even having time to process what was happening, you were driven by emotional drive instead of logic as you usually were. Your hands found their way around his neck, lightly pulling at the ends of his hair; which made Hyunjin moan into the kiss.
You took the opportunity to break the kiss.
“Do you… maybe… want to come in?” You asked, taking in the beautiful sight in front of you. You had messed up Hyunjin’s hair, his lips were parted, stained with the remnants of your lipstick, eyes dreamy with passion.
“Yeah.” He replied, his voice was breathy and deep; which admittedly made you feel weak in the knees. You had always enjoyed listening to Hyunjin’s voice, its tone was always a little playful and a little seductive to you.
The short walk to your house was filled with anticipation—with tension. Still, it gave you time to reason; something you didn’t want to count on. Especially not when you finally tasted Hyunjin’s lips and they were everything you wanted in a nutshell. Your logical self wanted for it to feel un-reactive or indifferent. And you were so wrong for wanting that. You craved to have order and control over your life in minor or mayor ways. Hyunjin’s presence in your life felt freeing, uncertainty had always intimidated you. Even if anxious thoughts plagued your mind on the way to the house; once you entered it and Hyunjin kissed you with your back against the wall and you threw care into the wind.
Hyunjin’s lips were on yours in another desperate kiss, one filled with more passion and desire. His arms roamed from your face to your waist to your hips to your ass and everywhere in between. That, in itself, made heat pool between your legs, knees slightly bucking from your arousal. Your fingers fiddled with his shirt’s buttons. Your hands then roamed through his toned chest, helping him take off his shirt; enticing him to keep walking towards your bedroom.
You felt him grow harder against your thigh with each kiss. You slowly removed layer and layer of your clothing, leaving a trail on the floor. Once you entered the bedroom, you were left in just your underwear —your mismatched, not at all cute underwear. You blushed at the thought of being in front of him in your granny panties. But he looked at you with hazy eyes and a smirk plastered on his lips, using one hand to unhook your bra and the other was hooked on the waistband of your underwear, leaving you naked in front of him.
Slowly, Hyunjin lowered his face to your neck, mouthing hotly against it. Hyunjin’s lips trailed from your neck to your collarbones, then, they trailed down to your bare breasts. He looked up and into your eyes before taking one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. You felt his tongue swirling against it, and it made you throw your head back. He was gentle at first, but then he sucked harshly.
Hyunjin moaned at one point, making you moan as well before taking your neglected nipple into his mouth. Once he was satisfied, he kept trailing kisses downwards —on your waist, the softness of your belly, your hips, and then, down where you needed him the most.
Hyunjin lowered himself to his knees, taking in your fucked out expression before burying his head into your cunt. You were wet, embarrassingly so, and Hyunjin took no time in lapping up your folds. He instantly moaned at the taste of your arousal. The sweet, tangy flavor was new to him — his new favorite meal, snack and dessert. That same taste would be his craving for the rest of his life. Hyunjin sucked harshly at your clit, making you moan both in pleasure and in pain. His teeth lightly nibbled at it after listening to your glorious moans.
Hyunjin’s erection was throbbing, painful in the confines of his pants; his hands struggled to open the button. You didn’t even notice… not when the absolute pleasure was taking over every available sense of yours. Once he managed to open the button, one of his hands flew straight to palm his sensitive cock, while the other squeezed your ass.
Then, you felt it; your upcoming orgasm was approaching at a faster pace than it ever had. You were surprised at that, having had struggles to cum in the past —both by yourself and with other partners. You tried to hold back but the heat of the moment made your orgasm take over. You felt your body spasm, involuntarily grinding against Hyunjin’s face as you rode out your climax. You tried to move back.
“Baby, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Hyunjin groaned. “I’m going to cum in my pants. I swear, I am. Let me stay here forever, my muse.” He kept kissing and sucking at your overly keen clit.
“Hyune… I want you inside… of me.” You moaned… it was more of a plead. Hyunjin looked up at you, you flicked your nipples with your hands.
“F-fuck. I’ll cum once before I even thrust.” He groaned, palming his impressively hard cock. Just the look of it, heavy between his legs, dripping with precum made your arousal pool between your legs. “I don’t even have condoms.”
“That’s okay. I want you to feel good too.” You negotiated. “You can fuck me raw. You want to, right?”
“F-fuck fuck. I do, I really do. Of course I do.” He said, before signaling you to lay on your bed, which you obliged. Hyunjin removed his pants and underwear as quick as he could. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight before you.
Hyunjin was lean yet muscular and toned, his body looked sculpted… unreal to be perceived in real time. A patch of dark hair trailed down his toned stomach until it met his cock, which hung heavy and sensitive in between his legs. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your mouth; but you knew that he wanted to be inside you, just like you wanted him. He pumped his shaft a few times before finding his place in between your legs. His toned things rubbed the back of yours as he teased your folds with his thick head, making both of you moan at the delicious friction.
Hyunjin teased your folds, making the head of his cock bump into your clit a few times before catching on your pussy. The feeling of his leaking cock prodding your entrance made him moan. Your tight, wet cunt welcomed him with a mix of painful pleasure. You gasped at the feeling of him inside of you —a feeling you didn’t expect to experience this quickly; a feeling you’d be addicted to soon enough. Hyunjin thrusted softly, until his moves halted.
“Is everything okay?” You asked after a second, looking at his closed eyes.
“Y-yeah… I just… I’m going to cum so quick….” He said in between pants. “I should stop.”
“You can cum, baby… It’s okay.” You moaned.
Hyunjin’s orgasm did not take him by surprise, despite his attempts to hold it off. He spasmed at the sound of your words, hips pressing against yours harshly. The feeling of his ardent, thick, creamy cum inside of you almost made you cum on the spot; you were sure that if he hadn’t made you cum earlier, you would’ve. Hyunjin released a more than generous amount of cum inside of you —you could barely believe it when he kept spasming. He remained inside of you for a good few minutes, sucking on your sensitive nipple, but his cock was still hard.
He unlatched from your nipple with a confused expression in his face.
“Huh… it won’t go down?” He asked rhetorically, thrusting once and twice again inside of your overstimulated cunt.
“I think it’s gotten harder, actually.”
“Right?”
“Round two?” You asked, in absolute delight of feeling his heavy cock still hard inside of you.
“C-can you ride me?” He asked, his face turning crimson. You nodded.
He slipped out of you and so did most of his cum, leaking into your pristine bedsheets. You straddled him, hovering over his leaking cock. His hands found your hips as you lowered yourself down onto him. The size of his cock made it painful for your sensitive cunt to fit. Hyunjin impatiently started thrusting up when you still hadn’t moved, adjusting to his size again.
“Sorry, angel. I need to feel you. I-I can’t.”
You ground your hips against his, making him stop thrusting altogether and throw his head back with a moan. You set a quick pace, desperate for your second release (and thoroughly enjoying Hyunjin’s needy expressions). His fingers dug into the plush of your hips with every bounce on his cock.
“B-baby, use me please. Please. Make yourself cum.” Hyunjin moaned at the quickened pace.
“I want you to cum too.”
“Trust me, angel. When you cum around me, I’ll instantly come. I swear.” He cried, actual tears forming on his glossy eyes… tears of pleasure and desperation.
You kept your quick pace, grinding your hips superficially harder in order to find the friction you were looking for. You felt him everywhere, anywhere his cock couldn’t fill was already overflowing with his cum. Hyunjin’s moans became louder with each grind. Your heightened sensitivity and Hyunjin’s desperation sent you over the edge.
You moaned as you came, clenching your overly reactive cunt around his cock. As promised, Hyunjin came right after you did… his big, warm hands gripping your breasts as he shot his load inside of you. He came a lot less the second time around… but that didn’t mean it wasn’t impactful. You craved to feel the warmth of his cum inside of you again.
Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around your waist, dragging your body down to his chest. Chest to chest, forehead to forehead, Hyunjin softly kissed your lips. His eyes were still glossy and dazed from his orgasm. He kissed you again and again and again, snuggling his face against your neck.
Hyunjin walked away for a minute, returning with your bottle of water and a small towel from your bathroom.
“I didn’t mean for it to go this way…” Hyunjin remarked, as he cleaned your cunt with a towel. “I wanted to have a proper first date…”
“It’s okay, Hyune. We’ve been on plenty of dates before…”
“Huh, I guess we have.” He said, scratching his head. “I want to take you on a real date, though… if you want, of course.”
“I’d love to.” Hyunjin kissed you again.
“Can I tell the boys? That I kissed you, not about the other things…” He blushed, laying his head on your bare chest. You chuckled.
“Go ahead.” You watched as Hyunjin’s beautiful fingers typed a message, instantly receiving reply notifications. Hyunjin grinned proudly. “Good reception?”
“Yeah. But I’m just glad we don’t have to lie anymore.” He replied. “Not that I was ever lying about my feelings for you. You should definitely get the full payment for your contract, though. I won’t tell PD-nim.” You chuckled.
“Remind me to send Minho a gift basket for the kittos. And some pork belly.”
“What? Why?’’
“I’ll tell you later.” You said, kissing his forehead.
He groaned and rolled his eyes at you, but cuddled closer to your embrace.
➥ Sister's Boyfriend, MMF, Friends to Throuple-adjacent
➥ Contains: Kookie & Clyde 2k26, "Pfft, Loser" lite on dark mode, olympic level manipulation, Chris burning in horny hell and it's kinda entertaining to watch, gratuitous amounts of voyeurism, fujoshi fanservice, polyamorous wholesomeness midfuck as if no one in this story is deplorable
➥ Reader discretion advised: See the masterlist for the full disclaimer about this project, general warnings, and request guidelines. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk.
⚠ — (Non-exhaustive, full cw policy here): Dubcon (m)
➥ The night he crashes at your place, Chris experiences firsthand why you and Jungkook are cited as next of kin in Satan’s last will and testament.
*a/n: Song Mingi and Park Jongseong, you're NEXT on my crossover bullshit 🫵 This is a threat.
“It’s like this, my man—” Jungkook explains like a seasoned professor before he takes a long-ass drag from the joint. “If there is one thing we as a couple consider as essential as water, it’s vitamin C and vitamin D, if you catch my drift.”
“I don’t think I do,” Chris says, blankly looking at him.
“Cunt and dick. Jesus…” Jungkook sighs. “Which is why we ab–so–lute–ly cannot do that long-distance shit you’re doing. When I see my girl, it’s on sight.”
“Sometimes I wonder how you survived your peak hormonal years,” you smirk at Jungkook on your lap and steal a kiss from him, then turn your attention to Chris. “I mean, sure, maybe we’re too horny, but you’re in drought for months at a time. It has to be taking a toll on you, right?”
“Not really,” Chris nonchalantly answers from the couch he’s sprawled on. “We’re saving ourselves until marriage.”
Being super high is no obstacle for an explosive reaction. You and Jungkook burst into such loud and heartfelt laughter that the windows slightly vibrate.
“Bless your cute ass heart. I really needed that,” you dab the corners of your eyes.
“What’s so funny?” Chris asks in confusion.
“The fucking JOKE!” Jungkook wheezes. “Give a choking hazard warning next time, motherfucker, I almost died.”
“Why would it be a joke?” Chris’ frown grows sharper and sharper.
“STOP, I’m gonna pass out!”
“Babe, drying yourself with water is just the best, isn’t it?”
“My IQ stats are slashed by ten percent; can I get some fucking context here?” Chris demands rather than asking, now visibly annoyed.
“I mean, you know…” you respond, your face starting to fall with each word you utter. “The senior fraternity bingo she’s doing.”
“We had never pegged you for a cuck, though,” Jungkook chimes in.
“She WHAT?”
Chris’ scandalized protest freezes the super-entertained giggles in the air and stiffens you and Jungkook harder than rigor mortis. You exchange a brief look, clueless as to what the right response would be.
“I’m… sorry. We really thought you knew,” you solemnly speak.
“WHO THE FUCK KNOWS SOMETHING LIKE THIS AND STAYS GODDAMN CHILL?!”
“How would WE know about the terms and conditions of your bedroom?! We thought you had an arrangement or something!” you counter. “We actually highkey judged you for simping to that extent. Ever heard of a spine?”
“And that’s coming from us,” Jungkook assumes his supporting actor role again.
You can literally see Chris’ world crumbling before your eyes. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to broach the subject when he doesn’t have most of his wits intact. You and Jungkook cannot produce one comforting thing to say, so you move to Chris’ couch in unison to cage him in hugs. He doesn’t look sad, per se, just distraught.
Well, massively.
“I gotta talk to her,” he attempts to get up.
“Absolutely not. Sit your ass down,” Jungkook pulls him back and confiscates his phone. “Do it in the morning. You’re trashed as fuck.”
“Wanna go set her car on fire?” you offer Chris, not at all jokingly despite the mischievous smile.
“I wanna get back all the time I fucking wasted on her, actually. Can you make that happen?” he heaves a resigned sigh. He thinks he’s mumbling, but his updated honest thoughts about your sister are very much audible: “What a cunt…”
Oh, it elates you.
You shoot Jungkook a look, and he knows exactly what it means. This man doesn’t need a hug right now; he needs… something else. Has needed since he turned old enough to vote, apparently.
“I’m sorry,” you pull Chris closer and peck his left cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”
“It’s not your fault,” he shakes his head.
“But it is.”
You peck his right cheek.
“I could have helped you…”
You peck the corner of his lips.
“...not waste any time at all.”
Chris thinks the entire neighborhood’s power current has rerouted to pass through him when you take his lips within yours. He can’t even remember the last time he kissed a pair, and now he’s tasting… your lips?
In your living room?
In front of your man?
He’s kissing the very thing that made him cringe with guilt for years?!!
OF COURSE he thought about it, alright? Yes, he so wondered what it would be like to touch you, shut the fuck up with your gloating. Who in their right mind wouldn’t? You think it’s been a walk in the park to be around you and function normally? When you don’t seem to understand the concept of fabric regardless of the season, ALWAYS walking around practically half-naked around him? ALWAYS getting way too physical with your stupid hugs and dumbass pecks and godforsaken handholding? Jungkook is his best friend. Your sister is his girlfriend. He hasn’t exactly been abstaining because of his sainthood, thank you very much; it was because of his goddamn problem.
You have made it IMPOSSIBLE for him to get hard without thinking of you!!!
“I can’t give you all that time back,” you caress his face as he experiences the hardest internal meltdown of his life, “but I can make up for it if you let me.”
“H–How ar…? Er erhm,” Chris clears his throat. “How so?”
“Don’t you wanna see things in action instead of your browser for once?” you smile at him, half reassuring, half up to no good. “No pressure to do anything at all. Just tell us everything you missed out on, and we’ll perform it for you.”
“Unless we got the wrong idea, of course,” Jungkook interjects. “If not, we can just call it a night, and—”
“NO!”
It takes conscious effort not to crack at the vehement protest. You’re trying not to combust with endearment when Chris looks super flustered, yet still trying to play it cool. Even Jungkook is pursing his lips to stop himself from laughing behind him.
“You’ve put me on the spot. I… I can’t think of anything,” Chris holds his head in his hands. “Why don’t you just… get started, and I uh… I’ll catch up.”
You peck his lips one last time and press on his chest for him to get comfortable. Jungkook brings the gigantic floor cushion in the corner and fashions a makeshift bed before Chris like a fluffy stage. He then pulls you into his lap, and you start serving the appetizers when he kisses your faded smile.
You and Jungkook have a pretty memorized rhythm that works like a charm every time. Memorized but not tired. You take off his shirt first. You feel his heartbeat on your lips when you kiss his firm chest. You trace his tattoos with your tongue, and the lower you go, the harder he throbs between his legs.
“What would you like to watch first, Your Highness?” you address Chris.
“Suck his cock,” he orders with a surprising lack of pause, his eyes out of focus like he’s hypnotized.
“Only if,” you drag out the syllables, taking your sweet time ridding Jungkook of his gray sweatpants, “you take yours out and stroke it to me.”
Jungkook turns you towards Chris and starts to slowly strip you. Watching each piece of garment getting peeled off your body one by one, Chris wipes the phantom drool from the corners of his mouth. You stare into his soul as he unbuckles his belt and grabs his cock, lazily stroking it for you. Your clit throbs when you see the clear drops pooling around his slit, and you can hear your man’s soft chuckle behind you.
“Need you,” Jungkook breathily whispers into your ear. “Show him why it gets me hard as fuck to just think about your mouth, baby.”
He pulls you into a kiss, caressing your face with his thumb, then gently guides your head down. You get comfortable between his thighs, arching your ass as high as you can for a better view, then take him so deep down your throat that his eyes flutter close with intense pleasure. You also hear the tiny gasp coming from your right side.
The first drops of jealousy start bubbling in Chris’ chest.
He has the hardest time believing he isn’t hallucinating this—the sight before him is something right out of his horniest fantasies almost to a T. Then again, what he has witnessed with his own eyes and ears over the years doesn’t leave much need for imagination. And it was happening so frequently that he went full-on paranoid you were deliberately waiting for him to be around to have sex.
The worst was last summer when the four of you went to that beach house. He listened to you being insatiable all night long, ZERO regard to how loud you were being in the dead of the night, and it went on for such a long time that at one point Chris actually found himself by your bedroom door. The most his lust-induced courage let him do, however, was get a peek and jerk off.
Baby, spit in my mouth.
Baby, fuck me deeper.
Baby, spank my ass.
You CLEARLY couldn’t get enough; just why the FUCK couldn’t he walk in to shut you up with his dick in your mouth? HE COULD HAVE HELPED!!!
“You don’t have to hide anymore,” Jungkook laughs, then beckons Chris with his eyes. “Come watch closer.”
“Y–You knew?” Chris suddenly stops breathing.
“You’re not exactly slick,” Jungkook speaks, lovingly looking at you while caressing your hair. “Last summer was by far the nastiest sex we had, and we have you to thank for it. Should’ve done it the next morning, but better late than never, I guess. Right, baby?”
You nod in acknowledgement and let him go with a loud pop, then extend your hand to Chris to come join you. He takes a few seconds to process that this is indeed real, almost scared that everything’s going to vanish into smoke if he moves, but eventually decides to accept the invitation. Even as he’s on his knees, he tries to convince himself he’s just dreaming, but the warmth he feels on his skin is very much real.
“I’m not the only one that makes this happen, am I?” you smile, one hand caressing his cheek and the other his cock flushed dark pink.
Chris can’t answer, nor can he look at either of you. It makes your heart swell for some reason. Jungkook holds his chin and makes him look up, and Chris finally learns whether lip piercings are a nuisance while kissing.
If it’s Jungkook in question, turns out it isn’t.
As Jungkook deepens the kiss, you strip Chris bare, hugging his waist and kissing all over his back. He holds your hand languidly working his cock and kisses it, on the brink of disintegrating into his atoms already, and when he hears your voice in his ear, it damn near happens.
“Where do you wanna cum, baby?” you softly peck his neck. “Tell me.”
“Everywhere,” he moans.
Jungkook pulls you close to lay you down, then gets behind Chris, holding his cock to press against your entrance, movements unrushed and vigilant as if he’s trying to prevent a bomb from going off.
“Annoyingly beautiful, isn’t she? Gets me so fucking mad sometimes,” he scoffs while stroking Chris to the very brink of painful hardness, then begins his instructions. “Now, when I let you go, you will push as deep as you can, and I’ll eat her pussy. Your job is to fuck her really good and hold back until we finish her. Think you can do that for me?”
Chris fervently nods. He doesn’t know if he can, but it’s at least a noble pursuit to die on. When Jungkook lets him go, his gaze meets yours, and he gets this overwhelming urge to cry. He doesn’t know why that is, either; he’s the furthest thing from sorrow now. You hold his hand when you notice the thin coat of mist on his eyes and yank him close.
“You gave each other a fucking tonsil examination there. No kisses for me?”
Both men lazily laugh, and Chris grants your wish. It’s just like how you’ve always imagined it. His lips are like moist clouds, and you’re a bit confused, unable to tell if you’re getting wet or falling in love.
“Don’t hold back,” you urge him. “Whatever feels good, just go for it. I don’t care if it hurts me.”
The knot in his throat had just disappeared, but you want to have a foursome, apparently.
At long last, the moment of truth. Nervous out of his mind, Chris starts pushing in, trying to think of everything he can distract himself with so as not to have an untimely accident. Jungkook has given him a task, and he cannot afford to fuck this up right now.
“Oh, FUCK, that’s wet,” he stops mid-thrust to calm himself down.
“Nice and slow,” Jungkook encourages. “Now listen to this.”
He licks a clean swipe across your clit, and you throb so hard that you almost push Chris out of you. Jungkook’s munching quickly turns sloppy with loud slurps, and Chris feels like he’s witnessing a miracle. You. Under him. Moaning your lungs out. Your eyes rolling back. Sinking your nails into the cushion.
If he fucks up, he fucks up. He wants this more than anything else.
He rams himself into you, and the second his tip hits that slippery end, he makes a sound that can only be described as unholy. He feels incredible. You’re all swollen inside, squeezing him even tighter with each thrust, and the tighter you clench, the deeper he slips. He can’t believe you’re moaning for him. For him. It’s his name spilling from his lips, begging for the same things that you begged from your own man when he was fighting for his life.
Chris, spit in my mouth.
Chris, fuck me deeper.
Chris, spank my ass.
CHRIS!!!
Everything suddenly becomes too much. Chris is getting crushed under a flood of urges, all wanting to claim the top spot. A part of him solely exists to make you feel good. A part of him wants to take whatever he wants from you. A part of him wants to hurt you. A part of him wants you to hurt him. A part of him wants to choke Jungkook to death so he can have you all to himself. A part of him wants to treat you like a whore to be shared between them.
Meanwhile, you lose sight of the assignment completely because you can’t fucking think anymore.
One hand about to break Chris’, the other tangled in Jungkook’s locks pushing him deeper into your pussy, you luxuriate in the otherworldly amounts of delight. You’re probably going to overdose in a bit, but you don’t care. All that matters is the firm wetness on your clit and the pressure building so deep inside you that it’s rising all the way up to the pit of your stomach. Three strings of moans swirl in the air and wrap tightly around each other, composing the most obscene soundtrack to pleasure. Panting, thrusting, sweating, screaming…
You come undone and lose all sense of all reality.
Chris feels proud. He has not only lived up to the expectation, but fucked you so good that you’re floating in the air now. He made this happen. He was a part of this. It wasn’t something he not-so-randomly stumbled upon just because he couldn’t put a leash on his morbid curiosity.
When he realizes he can now go for whatever feels good, his entire body catches on fire.
Jungkook notices they’re about to hit the finish line any moment now. He grabs his phone and hits record to capture the exact moment Chris leaves this cruel world because, well…
That’s the entire point of tonight.
“Smile for the camera, baby,” he smirks, getting a good shot of your fucked out face first. “I want a souvenir from our first time.”
Chris hears first time, and his mind screams at him with a loudspeaker because that means…
There will be others?!!
“I’m–I’m not gonna last,” he pants, breathing so erratically that he sounds like he’s about to choke. “Fuck, this is…”
“Tell me you love me, Chris,” you hold his face. “Tell me you love us.”
“I LOVE YOU, FUCK!!!”
An inhuman sound escapes his throat, and he completely falls apart. He’s so beautiful when he cums that it makes Jungkook as mad as he gets when he looks at you. When his high-pitched, throaty moans simmer down two octaves lower, Chris collapses on your chest, catching his breath in the crook of your neck as you stroke his dampened hair. He sounds so tired. He looks so tired, and you want to give him the best night’s sleep of his life.
“Come, let’s go to bed,” you try to scrape him off of you.
“I… I c— I can’t move,” he mumbles.
“Just because you came once doesn’t mean I’m not gonna suck your dick. You know that, right?” you shoot a verbal epipen up his ass.
He lets out a faded chuckle and manages to get on his feet with Jungkook’s help. As the two men make their way to the bedroom, you stay behind for a few seconds with Jungkook’s phone in your hand to send a particular video to your sister with a very loving massage attached to it:
I wouldn’t hold onto any hopes of a proposal if I were you. Keep the fake ass good girl act for someone else to break your hymen. He’s ours now.
Remember how you ruined my childhood? We’re even now, cunt.
“Babe, you coming?”
You block the number, turn off the phone, and get into bed to get sandwiched between the men who own a little more than your heart. You’re on cloud nine. When everything goes according to plan, the blisters you get on the way don’t mean shit anymore.
Chris doesn’t need to know that you and Jungkook have been rehearsing for tonight’s script for a little over a year now.
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i've been writing whim (grad student!hyunjin x professor!reader) since january................... i just finished my semester so i must lock in for whim now ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀
synopsis: after an intimacy coordinator is suggested for your first sex scene, jisung insists that you could navigate the intimacy all by yourselves.
wc. 5.7k
cw: sexual tension, swearing, use of y/n, y/n’s insecurities, jisung’s always a simp in my book, dry humping, cumming in pants, fingering, semi-public sex, semi-protected sex (condoms are sexy irl, i promise), creampie, (unrealistic setting where actors actually make decisions like these but intimacy coordinators are very necessary).
“Honestly, Y/N. You’re making us look unprofessional.” Your manager said, dragging her hand against her furrowed brow. “I know you’re a good actress, what’s going on?” You sighed.
When you auditioned to be the lead in your favorite newcomer director’s upcoming movie, the last thing you expected was to actually get the part; and for the part to include getting down and dirty as well. You have watched their whole videography, and not once had there been a sex scene, except when you’re starring. You have been an active actress for years, but this had been your first starring role. You had never shot a scene with a kiss before this (you were rarely cast as a romantic interest), let alone a sex scene.
“I don’t know! He makes me nervous, I guess.”
“But you two have had great chemistry until now.”
“Fine… it’s the sex scene… I don’t know. I feel weird about it.”
“You knew that you had intimate scenes in this film when you accepted the role.” She reminded you.
“I know.”
“The director’s saying they’ll hire an intimacy coordinator…”
“Intimacy coordinator?” A voice asked from behind you. You recognized his voice, of course, but you still looked over at him, who stared back at you with his head tilted. “Why? We can work things out together.” Your manager looked at you and sighed.
“Fine. She said you were dismissed for today anyways. Talk it over. I’ll tell her to halt the intimacy coordinator for now.” She said, grabbing her purse. “Try your best to work things out, please. You need to succeed here if you want to be taken seriously, okay?” She whispered to you, you sighed but nodded. Jisung waved at her as she exited the room with a huff.
“Oh thank God! I’m glad to not be the only one.” You sighed in relief, earning a chuckle from your co-star. “Is it your first time?” He nodded.
“It is.” He replied. “An intimacy coordinator isn’t a bad thing or anything, by the way. I just don’t think it’s that necessary. We get along well, right?”
“I mean, I guess we do. We’re just not friends or besties or anything like that.” You shrugged, he laughed.
“Ouch. I thought that I had at least earned the friend status.” He said, you chuckled.
“Sorry. I just don’t know you too well, aside from being on set with you… and the interviews. Limited conversation topics, you know?”
“ Didn’t we talk about childhood trauma that one time? Though, I guess that maybe I know you a little better than you know me.” He said, casually shrugging. “I read your wikipedia page before meeting you, miss bachelor's degree in sociology.” You laughed at that.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t know that co-star research was part of the job.” You said, Jisung chuckled. “So, you’ll just have to tell me about yourself using the old fashioned way…by conversing.”
“Ask away.” Jisung replied, “I’m an open book, baby!”
“Can we do it over some food, though?”
“Yeah!”
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You and Jisung left the set and ordered takeout to your apartment. You didn’t usually bring your co-stars over to your place unless you were actually friends, but the idea of an intimate scene with someone you felt uncomfortable with was playing with your better judgment. Jisung was nice enough, so you did trust him in a sense. Still, you held on to the hope that maybe if you knew each other better, then the intimate scene would just flow better.
“So, is the rumor that you were almost eaten by a crocodile true?” You snickered, Jisung laughed.
“So you do know a thing or two, then?” He teased, evading the question.
“I might’ve heard some things from other actors that have worked with you before…”
“What I’m hearing is that you know things about me, but wanted to hear them firsthand?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Shut up. I just wanted to run lines with you until I felt comfortable enough to pretend that we’re having sex.” You laughed, Jisung gulped and faintly chuckled.
“Okay! Let’s do it! We’ve kissed already, this shouldn’t be that weird, right?” He said trying to convey a confident tone, but you could hear the nerves through his voice. You shrugged.
“I think it depends… was the kiss easy for you?” You asked.
“I think it was… I barely remember it, honestly.”
“The kiss wasn’t easy for me…I do remember it but only because I feel like I did terribly.”
“Want me to be a hundred percent honest?” Jisung asked, you nodded in response. “…it was a really good kiss. That’s all I remember…so you did well.” He chuckled, blush creeping on his cheeks and yours. “Was that inappropriate to say? Shit.” You shrugged.
“It boosted my confidence, so no.” You chuckled, he smiled. “Okay, so, let’s check this script out.”
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INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.
Y/N, a young woman wearing a slick red dress, paces around her apartment, stomping every time she walks by a corner.
Y/N takes her phone in her hand, frantically pressing the buttons to JISUNG’s number.
The front door creaks open, revealing JISUNG, a handsome young man wearing a dark business suit. JISUNG steps inside the apartment.
Y/N
(Sighing in relief)
I was worried sick! You should’ve called if you weren’t coming earlier. I thought you were dead!
JISUNG
I got caught up with something. I’m here now. You look stunning, honey. Is this all for me?
JISUNG walks closer to Y/N, briefcase in hand. Y/N nods in response, fidgeting with her GOLD necklace.
Y/N
It was, before you stood me up.
JISUNG leans towards Y/N’s ear, dragging his lips on her earlobe.Y/N looks towards the window.
JISUNG
(Whispering huskily)
How about I make it up to you by taking it off?
JISUNG drags down the straps of Y/N’s dress.
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“Ah. I am cringing so hard.” You laughed, as you rehearsed your lines with Jisung, who couldn’t stop laughing either.
“It is a Mafia love story… Cringe is literally its mantra.” Jisung remarked, you snickered. “If we could just get over my lips dragging over your earlobe, I think the script gets better once we stop talking.” You laughed.
“I’m actually trying.”
“Maybe we do need an intimacy coordinator, then.” Jisung teased.
“Maybe…”
“I have an idea… How about we actually try to do the things we’re supposed to do…?” He suggested. “Like, not necessarily the really intimate parts but the earlobe lip-dragging and the kissing? To see if that does help?” You suddenly felt shivers at his suggestion, your nerves rushed through you. “…or like we can just rehearse our lines, if you want… I just thought that maybe it would be easier if we were more familiarized….”
“No…it totally makes sense…sorry.” You interrupted. “Let’s take it from the god-forsaken earlobe part.”
Jisung positioned himself in front of you, looked away from him. Jisung’s recently freshened breath tickled your earlobe as he whispered his line. You weren’t expecting the physical reaction that Jisung’s low voice had on you. You felt goosebumps form all over your skin and it shot straight down to make your cunt throb. Fuck.
Jisung’s fingers dragged through the sleeves of your shirt before looking at his copy of the script.
“Hmmm. This says to kiss your neck now, is that okay?” He asked, you nodded. You felt yourself gulp at the thought of Jisung kissing your neck when he was already able to get a reaction from you just by using his voice. But your mask didn’t falter, instead you tried to give Jisung the sultriest look you could make. His breath hitched, hesitating before his lips found your jaw. Jisung’s soft lips kissed their way down your neck, leaving a hot trail every time they touched your sensitive skin.
You didn’t know how Jisung could maintain his composure because you felt your knees turning into jelly when he kept pressing light kisses to your neck.
“And now… your hands play with the hair on the nape of my neck.” Jisung said, looking at the script over your shoulder. You follow the scrip, now fully face-to-face with Jisung. “….and you look at me with pretty and lovey eyes… yeah, just like that,” he chuckled nervously, “… and…I kiss you, yup.”
Jisung dips his head, breath ghosting on yours and he pressed his pillowy lips on yours with the same hesitation as when he kissed your neck. You had kissed Jisung many times before for different scenes, but this felt different. Kissing in front of a crew of people wasn’t enjoyable, but this was. Jisung’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss was intended to deepen before as a buffer for the sex scene. You broke the kiss in attempts to calm yourself down before you dripped all over your carpet.
“How was that? Natural enough?” You asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Good… that was, uh, great.” Jisung said, eyes skimming through the following page of the script. “okay… this kinda gets intense from here on. We can stop now if you want…”
Jisung showed you the next scene where he was supposed to press you into the wall, still kissing you but his hands roamed through your body. You stared at the script and weighed in on the pros and cons of practicing that specific scene.
“I think we should keep it up, just to coordinate how it’s going to look…”
“Yeah, okay.” Jisung agreed, standing next to you to stare at the script. “So, we should be standing closer to the wall, then. Okay. Let’s take it from the kiss. I’ll tap your waist when you have to move.”
Jisung attached his lips to yours softly, his large hands were caressing your waist. You felt so drunk into the kiss…so drunk on his perfume… that you didn’t notice Jisung tapping your waist. He walked forward, making you stumble.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” Jisung apologized as your back hit the wall —more abrupt than expected; making you laugh in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. I forgot the queue. Let’s go again.”
You didn’t kiss him this time, Jisung tapped your waist and you took a discrete step backwards towards the wall. Jisung kissed you again when you felt the cool wall tiles against your back. He kissed you with harder and faster this time, like he had done for the previous scene. Your hand reached to cup his face without realizing it.
Off-script.
You felt Jisung tense up before melting further into the kiss, his hands now roaming on your waist and hips and the hem of your skirt. You were wet, embarrassingly so —you pressed yourself closer to Jisung, searching for some warmth.
And then, you felt it; his clothed erection poking your hip. Jisung smooth and professionally separated himself from your body. You felt embarrassed for wanting more, especially when he was being so…nonchalant and you were nearly evaporating away.
“Remind me why you felt so nervous?” Jisung asked with a nervous chuckle, subtly pulling his shirt down to cover himself.
“You intimidate me.” You answered, Jisung laughed… loud and rich and so prettily.
“Me? Aren’t I a sweet little quokka or whatever they say?” He asked, sounding almost insulted by it.
“Not ‘real-life’ you. You as an actor. You become so serious. It’s weird.”
“I could probably say the same thing… but, you’re equally serious in real life.” Jisung countered, you rolled your eyes.
“That’s just anxiety translated into to seriousness.”
“Well, in all seriousness, you don’t have to feel intimidated by me. You’re doing great, I mean it.”
“Thanks, Jisung. You’re also doing great…as always.” You added, earning a crimson blush from Jisung. “I’m going to get some water, do you want something?” He nodded.
Jisung took his time to speak up after you gave him his glass of water, he stared at his phone instead. Meanwhile, you reevaluated your life choices, as if rehearsing the intimate your undeniably attractive costar in the comfort of your home was ever a good idea. Even if it wasn’t a good idea, you still didn’t think that you’d have such a physical reaction to him —you expected to be nervous, not horny. You gulped down your water in order to cool yourself down.
“Hey…um…can we practice that last scene again?” Jisung asked. “I think the transition could probably be more seamless. If you’re comfortable with it…”
“No, uh, yeah. I am. I think it could look better too.” You agreed, internally freaking out because you didn’t think you’d be rehearsing again.
“Okay, okay….we’ll take it from me pushing you into the wall. The tapping queue and stuff…” Jisung said, placing the script on the table next to the designated wall. You took a deep breath. “Hey, don’t be scared, try to let go. You’re amazing.” You swore that he could stare right into your soul when he said that. You nodded. “Good!”
Jisung’s lips found yours, the kiss was soft and, frankly, unnecessary. But you weren’t complaining. His strong hands tapped your waist and you took the step back as he lunged forward to push you onto the wall. This time his body felt heavier against yours, the pressure was harsher. You moaned into the kiss before you could pace yourself. Jisung stopped, breathing heavily against your lips.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.” You gasped.
It only took your repetition for him to crash his lips onto yours again, hungry and needy. As if you had finally given him permission to act upon his own desire. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t hold back anymore, not when you so clearly reciprocated the need to feel him. Your hands found their way to the collar of his shirt, pulling lightly on it as you played with the hair on the back of his neck. You paused, looking at Jisung, who in turn stared at you with wide eyes.
“Good acting?” You teased.
“Uh…I-I wasn’t…” you leaned forward to peck his lips.
“Me neither.” You interrupted, his lips were on yours again. Jisung pressed you harder into the wall, his leg rested between yours; you ground yourself against it in attempts to satiate the ache and arousal. His kisses were no longer pretty and calculated, instead you were met with messy, wet, entangled with his tongue. Jisung’s hands tightened on your waist when he felt your arousal through his thin slacks, moaning at the feeling of you… without the barrier that acting puts between you.
Jisung’s hands trailed down to cup your ass, helping you lift your hips to press against his hard cock. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his straining cock, barely concealed by his slacks, dangerously close to your throbbing cunt.
“Y/N… this is —shit— so fucking hot.” Jisung’s soft lips kissed down your jaw and neck, careful not to mark your skin even if he desperately wanted to. You panted, hands busying themselves in the hair on the back of his neck. You could feel your cunt practically gushing for him. “Baby, can I… taste you?”
His question took you off guard and Jisung folded at your silence.
“Oh..shit…did I misread into this or something?” He collected himself, furiously blushing but prepared to stop what was happening.
“No! I’m just surprised that you would want to do that…” You clarified, “want to go to my room?” Jisung hesitated for a second but eventually nodded.
Jisung kissed you as you led him to your room, almost stumbling due to the rush you were in. You impatiently laid down on your bed, never once taking your lips off Jisung’s. Looking up at him hovering above you, only made your core throb more. His gold cross necklace dangled in front of you, almost reaching your neck before you pulled him down to kiss you again. You could almost feel a gush of your arousal dripping down your legs.
“For the record,” Jisung parted away from your lips, “I’ve never done this before.”
You sat up, scared at the confession, before he could kiss you again.
“Like, ever?” You asked in utter disbelief, making Jisung let out a laugh. His face turned a bright crimson color.
“No! Like… with any of my costars.” He replied, you sighed in relief. “Wait, would that have been a turn off for you?”
“Not really…but like, you deserved to pop your cherry with someone special and not with me…in my shitty apartment.” You answered, rolling your eyes at the sudden serious moment due to your own mistake. Jisung chuckled.
“I’d be freaked out too, don’t worry. For what it's worth, though, I consider you to be special,” He added. “I mean —you know what? Wanna keep going?”
You nodded, pulling him down with you once again, your lips locked in another more desperate kiss. The kiss became a desperate mess of teeth, tongues and spit; to the point where you could almost decipher the ingredients in the characteristically fruity drink he ordered with his food. All of your self-consciousness had died down in that moment, you could finally focus on feeling instead of thinking.
Jisung’s warm hand traveled down your throat, but halted its movements before reaching your clothed breasts. You slowly sat up, separating from him as you took off your shirt. Jisung laid down on your bed —and for the first time in your life, you couldn’t care less about outside clothes touching your freshly new sheets— and stared at you as if you were some sort of apparition. His eyes were big, bigger than usual while he stared down your bare breasts before him.
You took this as your opportunity to straddle him; closing your thighs in on each side of his body. You felt Jisung’s body tense as you continued to kiss him, hands inching closer to your breasts but never actually touching you. You took Jisung’s strong hands into your own and brought them to your pillowy mounds. Jisung groaned into the kiss when he finally felt your breasts in his hands. Unbeknownst to you, this had been a fixation of his for quite some time.
Then, you felt the heat of his throbbing cock beneath you twitching for some friction. The kiss had been so engulfing that you had forgotten to move your hips above his. You rolled them experimentally, making Jisung let out a whimper in response, breaking your kiss. His already large eyes widened at you, a blush quickly appeared on them.
You rolled your hips once more as his hands reached down to grip your hips closer to his own. His, thankfully, soft pants were a lot tighter than they were before, you could now feel his prominent bulge throbbing beneath them. Something that only made your underwear grow wetter with each roll of your or his hips. Jisung was no longer careful or apologetic with his moans —or his hands. They roamed through your whole body, alternating amongst groping your breasts, hips, waist, ass and stomach.
Soon enough, you could feel your orgasm approaching you as Jisung thrusted his hips with every roll of yours. You weren’t used to cumming from dry humping alone but the heat of the whole experience made you especially sensitive to whatever Jisung did. Finding him attractive was no problem at all but your work ethic became the bigger barrier for getting to know him.
Strangely, this had been the first time you were so tempted by a costar. You weren’t really keen on labelling an ‘ideal type’, but if you had one, Jisung would check all the marks. Afraid to catch feelings for him, especially considering the heated parts you worked with, you reduced your interactions to talking between scenes, at lunch time or during PR meetings despite Jisung’s constant attempts to ask you out. Although you still wouldn’t say that you had feelings for him, this situation would definitely change your dynamic —for better or worse.
Your orgasm caught you by surprise, engulfed in the pleasure, you hadn’t even realized that Jisung had slid his hand inside your underwear and started rubbing soft circles on your clit. Your body convulsed in sheer pleasure as you rode off your orgasm to Jisung and on Jisung.It was during the aftermath that you felt wetness mixed with heat beneath you and Jisung’s now flaccid cock which indicated that he had also climaxed with you.
“Fuck. That was—”
“Yeah, definitely.” You interrupted, lying breathless and limp against Jisung’s toned body.
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Nothing else happened that night. Jisung showered, borrowed some sweats and left with a sheepish smile. He promised that you had the sex scene under control. You didn’t question him, opting to agree with him; but actually carrying a lot of uncertainty about it and about what had happened. You at least expected a conversation about the implications about your encounter. But he didn’t say anything and you decided not to pry. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing for him.
Shooting the sex scene was, admittedly, easier once you had your experience with Jisung in real life. The bright lights, staff, and cameras went straight to the back of your mind when you saw Jisung for the first time after that night. Awkwardness was almost obvious, at first, but you definitely felt more comfortable after having made him cum and kissed him countless times that day.
Though, being dressed in a skin-colored tube top and shibue, on top of Jisung who only had a hibue on, was more alluring than you expected it to. You weren’t sure how unprofessional you were being when you felt yourself becoming wet at the friction of Jisung’s chest on yours; his mouth on your neck, hands roaming everywhere. The tension that lingered was palpable.
Thus, recording the sex scenes had not been a problem for you; feeling comfortable enough to act even if surrounded by everyone —but especially, with Jisung. And his stupidly sexy voice. And his toned body. And impeccable acting that made you breathless. The scene took two tries; by the second try, you were sure that your wetness was almost visible beneath your shibue. But Jisung didn’t seem to care and, frankly, neither did you. You didn’t have any space to become self-conscious and make mistakes.
After the scene concluded, your manager quickly brought you a robe to cover up, Jisung’s did the same. Everyone in the set clapped and praised your natural yet provocative performance; impressed at the improvement in mood-making after the last scenes. Still, your favorite reaction was the director’s acclaim about your chemistry on set. Because, despite not entirely acting, you and Jisung worked surprisingly well together —just like you did in real life.
You were thrilled and wholly thankful to Jisung —and what happened in your apartment— to have gained that back. You and Jisung shook hands before you retreated to your trailer, to remove your makeup and modesty garments before leaving the set for the day.
A knock on your door startled you before realizing it must be your manager coming to provide her, hopefully positive, feedback about your performance. You were even more surprised to find yourself watching a disheveled-looking Jisung. This didn’t even look like the Jisung that you were shooting a scene with half an hour ago. He looked breathless, his after-makeup skin products shimmered against his face, his hair was damp with water.
“Jisung? Hey.” You tried to be casual about it, but the hazy look in his eyes told you otherwise.
“Hi.” He said, striding towards you slowly, a little unsure. “You did great today.”
“You did too, could’ve fooled me.” You replied as he stopped right in front of you. His eyes darted from yours to your lips, your breath ghosting against Jisung’s as you stood face to face with each other. Jisung’s eyes stared straight at your lips unapologetically this time. “Do it?”
And Jisung did.
His lips found yours in a familiar warmth because you had been kissing for the scene earlier. Despite that, performance kisses will never compare to the real thing. Being able to kiss someone without the pressure to be perfect was more gratifying than acting would ever be. It took some time for the kiss to feel unrehearsed and sloppy, due to the familiarity of kissing for show. It did become just that after a few minutes; you cradled Jisung’s cheeks into your hands reassuringly.
“Fuck.” Jisung cursed under his breath. “Are you free? D’you want to get out of here?”
“Sorry, I have an audition later.” You replied, Jisung looked disappointed. “You do have me now.”
“Are you implying that… we should…. here?”
“I mean, if you want to.”
“Are you comfortable with that?”
“I am.”
“Okay, good.” His voice sounded deeper, like it did when he was acting —only less monotonous. “Can I take you out after you’re done with your audition?”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.” Jisung cleared up. “I do this because I like you, not because I’m horny or whatever.”
“But you are horny, right?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Fuck, yes.” He answered, pressing his bulge onto your hip so that you could feel the heat coming from it. “But I like you too.”
“It’s okay, Jisung. You don’t have to like me to fuck me.” You noted, insecure about his constant reassurance.
“I know, but I do.” He remarked, pressing a peck on your lips. “You don’t have to like me back. I’m okay with that.” Jisung didn’t really give you much time to react, capturing your lips in a kiss once again.
The kiss was messy and desperate, as you predicted. Jisung unapologetically rutted against you as your tongues tasted each other. Your body became increasingly hot, especially when you felt Jisung’s hands toying with your robe; leaving you bare before him.
Jisung’s hands caressed your body like they had done many times before, in many different settings. The feeling of his calloused fingers against your soft skin made you break into goosebumps. Jisung’s lips dragged themselves down your neck, kissing and nipping softly; mindful about not marking you. You felt so dizzy with lust that it took you a while to realize that Jisung was still fully clothed. Your hands tugged at the buttons of his linen shirt; undoing them one by one at a slower pace until it was fully unbuttoned.
You had seen Jisung without a shirt many times before, mostly during shootings or sitting on the makeup chair. However, this was the first time you’d actually been able to admire his physique, especially his —surprisingly big— tattoos that were thoroughly covered during makeup for his shirtless scenes. When you snapped out of it, Jisung was looking back at you with his usual shit-eating grin. Your face heated up as you avoided eye contact with him; to which his hand reached to cup your cheek, leaning in to kiss your lips.
“You like them?” He asked, you burrowed your blushing face into his neck.
“Shut up, Jisung.” You hummed against his collarbone. You could almost feel his smug smirk when he kissed the side of your head.
“Let me make you feel good, baby.” Jisung’s tone shifted, his voice was low and husky, making you feel goosebumps on your skin.
You felt one of Jisung’s hand sneak down to your cunt, fingers slipping down your moistened slit. His other hand tilted your chin up to envelop your lips into a kiss. His fingers rubbed your clit, the most sensitive part of yours, as his filthy mouth swallowed your sweet moans.
Jisung’s off-screen kisses always felt careless, desperate for more, and had the perfect amount of yearning in them. Like last time, you were completely entranced; only snapping back into your thoughts when you felt one of his fingers slip inside your throbbing cunt. Jisung groaned into your mouth, slipping a second finger inside of you. His fingers thrusted in and out of you in almost perfect sync as he kissed you. It wasn’t long-lasting, though. His fingers sped up inside of you and his kisses became sloppier in due time, as you felt your impending orgasm approach you.
“Ji,” you broke the kiss, breath ghosting against his lips, “can you put it in? I’m on birth control.”
Jisung unbuckled his belt, hurriedly dragging his pants and boxers down with it. He pumped his cock a few times with a strong hand. You bent over the armrest of your trailer’s couch, Jisung lined up with your entrance.
“I would rather look at your face, by the way.” Jisung remarked, pushing his tip inside of your gushing cunt.
“You can look at my face when you make me cum.”
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He slipped the rest of his cock inside of you; the stretch made you moan against the sofa.
Jisung’s strong hands found your hips, thrusting softly as you involuntarily clenched around him. Jisung kept a soft pace until you started thrusting back into him. Jisung moaned, pressing himself deeper into you until his chest was flattened against your back.
Jisung’s lips peppered kisses on your neck before lightly sucking at the back of it —mindful of the fact that the last scenes you had to shoot were with your hair down. His thrusts sped up when you let out a breathless whimper.
“F-fuck baby, you feel amazing.” Jisung moaned against your ear. “I knew you’d feel amazing, but God— you’re …” Jisung never did finish that sentence, groaning as your cunt clamped down on his cock, making his hips relentlessly twitching.
You reached down to rub soft circles on your clit, as the heat of the moment pooled on your stomach.
“Ji…” You moaned, “I’m c-close.”
“Shit.”
Jisung halted his movements, slowly pulling out of you as you hissed from the sudden emptiness.
“W-what?”
“You said that I’d get to see your face when you came, didn’t you?” Jisung smirked, tilting his head. You rolled your eyes at him but you couldn’t help but smile at him. You made your way to lay down on the couch.
Jisung leaned over you, silver necklace dangling in your face as he reached down to kiss your lips once again. He guided his shaft back into your entrance; sensitive cunt welcoming him with a spasm.
“Baby… I’m going to cum as soon as you do.” He admitted as he pushed his cock deeper into you.
“Y-yeah. You can cum, Ji. shit—” you moaned as he thrusted into you, sliding one of his hands downwards to rub on your clit. This position felt different, more intimate as you shyly looked into Jisung’s eyes. He looked disheveled, big eyes hazy with pleasure, brows furrowed, mouth slightly open; the most attractive thing you’d ever experienced.
“Baby… I can’t hold it longer…. please.” He moaned, burying his face into your neck.
Jisung’s whines made you feel warm all over; making you realize that you were that much closer to your climax. Especially as his fingers sped up the pressure on your clit. Your legs, almost involuntarily, locked around his hips.
“Baby…baby, if you keep doing that I’ll cum.” Jisung moaned, thrusts stuttering when you clenched around him. “Shit.”
Your vision blurred as your long awaited orgasm washed over you with a gush of arousal. Jisung cursed under his breath as you felt thick, hot ropes of his seed fill you up. Jisung’s hips twitched as he released the generous remnants of his climax inside of you. You felt a kiss on your neck before Jisung pooled out of you, and so did some of his release.
“Sorry about that, baby. I’ll clean you up, okay?” Jisung said, softly with a sheepish smile and loving eyes. “I didn’t mean to cum inside of you.”
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The movie wrapped up and soon enough, you had begun serious promotions for it. Stans had quickly linked you and Jisung up as soon as interviews flooded everyone’s fyps. You and Jisung decided to keep it on the down low until the movie premiered— mostly because it was unknown even for your companies. Keeping it a secret was unanimous due to Jisung’s popularity, but dating him was a total delight. He definitely was a genuine, doting, hilarious partner.
Your black, silk dress draped perfectly against your body, makeup executed wonderfully; your hair didn’t even need copious amounts of hairspray to look beautiful. Yet the pressure of attending the premier of the movie that could make or break your career was harrowing. Jisung tried his best to give you a pep talk on your way to the premier. The camera flashes were overwhelmingly visible from the limousine.
Breathing slowly, you exited the limo and made your way to walk the carpet with a smile. Workers from different media outlets called out your name as you waved and walked along your manager. Your eyes were glossy from embarrassment until you spotted Jisung. His big gummy smile was directed towards you, ignoring the interviewer in front of him. You hadn’t seen each other in two weeks; you were busy with individual promotions while Jisung was already shooting his next film.
Jisung’s expression filled with concern when he actually saw your eyes. Nonetheless, seeing him made you forget about everyone else. Jisung called you over, extending his hand for you to take. You laced your fingers together, earning a gasp from the interviewer, the paparazzi and members of the supporting cast.
Still, it wasn’t until Jisung’s lips pressed against yours that the room went silent… before receiving a round of applause and whistles.
With that, the next phase of your career, and your life, began.
synopsis: after an intimacy coordinator is suggested for your first sex scene, jisung insists that you could navigate the intimacy all by yourselves.
wc. 5.7k
cw: sexual tension, swearing, use of y/n, y/n’s insecurities, jisung’s always a simp in my book, dry humping, cumming in pants, fingering, semi-public sex, semi-protected sex (condoms are sexy irl, i promise), creampie, (unrealistic setting where actors actually make decisions like these but intimacy coordinators are very necessary).
“Honestly, Y/N. You’re making us look unprofessional.” Your manager said, dragging her hand against her furrowed brow. “I know you’re a good actress, what’s going on?” You sighed.
When you auditioned to be the lead in your favorite newcomer director’s upcoming movie, the last thing you expected was to actually get the part; and for the part to include getting down and dirty as well. You have watched their whole videography, and not once had there been a sex scene, except when you’re starring. You have been an active actress for years, but this had been your first starring role. You had never shot a scene with a kiss before this (you were rarely cast as a romantic interest), let alone a sex scene.
“I don’t know! He makes me nervous, I guess.”
“But you two have had great chemistry until now.”
“Fine… it’s the sex scene… I don’t know. I feel weird about it.”
“You knew that you had intimate scenes in this film when you accepted the role.” She reminded you.
“I know.”
“The director’s saying they’ll hire an intimacy coordinator…”
“Intimacy coordinator?” A voice asked from behind you. You recognized his voice, of course, but you still looked over at him, who stared back at you with his head tilted. “Why? We can work things out together.” Your manager looked at you and sighed.
“Fine. She said you were dismissed for today anyways. Talk it over. I’ll tell her to halt the intimacy coordinator for now.” She said, grabbing her purse. “Try your best to work things out, please. You need to succeed here if you want to be taken seriously, okay?” She whispered to you, you sighed but nodded. Jisung waved at her as she exited the room with a huff.
“Oh thank God! I’m glad to not be the only one.” You sighed in relief, earning a chuckle from your co-star. “Is it your first time?” He nodded.
“It is.” He replied. “An intimacy coordinator isn’t a bad thing or anything, by the way. I just don’t think it’s that necessary. We get along well, right?”
“I mean, I guess we do. We’re just not friends or besties or anything like that.” You shrugged, he laughed.
“Ouch. I thought that I had at least earned the friend status.” He said, you chuckled.
“Sorry. I just don’t know you too well, aside from being on set with you… and the interviews. Limited conversation topics, you know?”
“ Didn’t we talk about childhood trauma that one time? Though, I guess that maybe I know you a little better than you know me.” He said, casually shrugging. “I read your wikipedia page before meeting you, miss bachelor's degree in sociology.” You laughed at that.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t know that co-star research was part of the job.” You said, Jisung chuckled. “So, you’ll just have to tell me about yourself using the old fashioned way…by conversing.”
“Ask away.” Jisung replied, “I’m an open book, baby!”
“Can we do it over some food, though?”
“Yeah!”
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You and Jisung left the set and ordered takeout to your apartment. You didn’t usually bring your co-stars over to your place unless you were actually friends, but the idea of an intimate scene with someone you felt uncomfortable with was playing with your better judgment. Jisung was nice enough, so you did trust him in a sense. Still, you held on to the hope that maybe if you knew each other better, then the intimate scene would just flow better.
“So, is the rumor that you were almost eaten by a crocodile true?” You snickered, Jisung laughed.
“So you do know a thing or two, then?” He teased, evading the question.
“I might’ve heard some things from other actors that have worked with you before…”
“What I’m hearing is that you know things about me, but wanted to hear them firsthand?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Shut up. I just wanted to run lines with you until I felt comfortable enough to pretend that we’re having sex.” You laughed, Jisung gulped and faintly chuckled.
“Okay! Let’s do it! We’ve kissed already, this shouldn’t be that weird, right?” He said trying to convey a confident tone, but you could hear the nerves through his voice. You shrugged.
“I think it depends… was the kiss easy for you?” You asked.
“I think it was… I barely remember it, honestly.”
“The kiss wasn’t easy for me…I do remember it but only because I feel like I did terribly.”
“Want me to be a hundred percent honest?” Jisung asked, you nodded in response. “…it was a really good kiss. That’s all I remember…so you did well.” He chuckled, blush creeping on his cheeks and yours. “Was that inappropriate to say? Shit.” You shrugged.
“It boosted my confidence, so no.” You chuckled, he smiled. “Okay, so, let’s check this script out.”
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INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.
Y/N, a young woman wearing a slick red dress, paces around her apartment, stomping every time she walks by a corner.
Y/N takes her phone in her hand, frantically pressing the buttons to JISUNG’s number.
The front door creaks open, revealing JISUNG, a handsome young man wearing a dark business suit. JISUNG steps inside the apartment.
Y/N
(Sighing in relief)
I was worried sick! You should’ve called if you weren’t coming earlier. I thought you were dead!
JISUNG
I got caught up with something. I’m here now. You look stunning, honey. Is this all for me?
JISUNG walks closer to Y/N, briefcase in hand. Y/N nods in response, fidgeting with her GOLD necklace.
Y/N
It was, before you stood me up.
JISUNG leans towards Y/N’s ear, dragging his lips on her earlobe.Y/N looks towards the window.
JISUNG
(Whispering huskily)
How about I make it up to you by taking it off?
JISUNG drags down the straps of Y/N’s dress.
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“Ah. I am cringing so hard.” You laughed, as you rehearsed your lines with Jisung, who couldn’t stop laughing either.
“It is a Mafia love story… Cringe is literally its mantra.” Jisung remarked, you snickered. “If we could just get over my lips dragging over your earlobe, I think the script gets better once we stop talking.” You laughed.
“I’m actually trying.”
“Maybe we do need an intimacy coordinator, then.” Jisung teased.
“Maybe…”
“I have an idea… How about we actually try to do the things we’re supposed to do…?” He suggested. “Like, not necessarily the really intimate parts but the earlobe lip-dragging and the kissing? To see if that does help?” You suddenly felt shivers at his suggestion, your nerves rushed through you. “…or like we can just rehearse our lines, if you want… I just thought that maybe it would be easier if we were more familiarized….”
“No…it totally makes sense…sorry.” You interrupted. “Let’s take it from the god-forsaken earlobe part.”
Jisung positioned himself in front of you, looked away from him. Jisung’s recently freshened breath tickled your earlobe as he whispered his line. You weren’t expecting the physical reaction that Jisung’s low voice had on you. You felt goosebumps form all over your skin and it shot straight down to make your cunt throb. Fuck.
Jisung’s fingers dragged through the sleeves of your shirt before looking at his copy of the script.
“Hmmm. This says to kiss your neck now, is that okay?” He asked, you nodded. You felt yourself gulp at the thought of Jisung kissing your neck when he was already able to get a reaction from you just by using his voice. But your mask didn’t falter, instead you tried to give Jisung the sultriest look you could make. His breath hitched, hesitating before his lips found your jaw. Jisung’s soft lips kissed their way down your neck, leaving a hot trail every time they touched your sensitive skin.
You didn’t know how Jisung could maintain his composure because you felt your knees turning into jelly when he kept pressing light kisses to your neck.
“And now… your hands play with the hair on the nape of my neck.” Jisung said, looking at the script over your shoulder. You follow the scrip, now fully face-to-face with Jisung. “….and you look at me with pretty and lovey eyes… yeah, just like that,” he chuckled nervously, “… and…I kiss you, yup.”
Jisung dips his head, breath ghosting on yours and he pressed his pillowy lips on yours with the same hesitation as when he kissed your neck. You had kissed Jisung many times before for different scenes, but this felt different. Kissing in front of a crew of people wasn’t enjoyable, but this was. Jisung’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss was intended to deepen before as a buffer for the sex scene. You broke the kiss in attempts to calm yourself down before you dripped all over your carpet.
“How was that? Natural enough?” You asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Good… that was, uh, great.” Jisung said, eyes skimming through the following page of the script. “okay… this kinda gets intense from here on. We can stop now if you want…”
Jisung showed you the next scene where he was supposed to press you into the wall, still kissing you but his hands roamed through your body. You stared at the script and weighed in on the pros and cons of practicing that specific scene.
“I think we should keep it up, just to coordinate how it’s going to look…”
“Yeah, okay.” Jisung agreed, standing next to you to stare at the script. “So, we should be standing closer to the wall, then. Okay. Let’s take it from the kiss. I’ll tap your waist when you have to move.”
Jisung attached his lips to yours softly, his large hands were caressing your waist. You felt so drunk into the kiss…so drunk on his perfume… that you didn’t notice Jisung tapping your waist. He walked forward, making you stumble.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” Jisung apologized as your back hit the wall —more abrupt than expected; making you laugh in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. I forgot the queue. Let’s go again.”
You didn’t kiss him this time, Jisung tapped your waist and you took a discrete step backwards towards the wall. Jisung kissed you again when you felt the cool wall tiles against your back. He kissed you with harder and faster this time, like he had done for the previous scene. Your hand reached to cup his face without realizing it.
Off-script.
You felt Jisung tense up before melting further into the kiss, his hands now roaming on your waist and hips and the hem of your skirt. You were wet, embarrassingly so —you pressed yourself closer to Jisung, searching for some warmth.
And then, you felt it; his clothed erection poking your hip. Jisung smooth and professionally separated himself from your body. You felt embarrassed for wanting more, especially when he was being so…nonchalant and you were nearly evaporating away.
“Remind me why you felt so nervous?” Jisung asked with a nervous chuckle, subtly pulling his shirt down to cover himself.
“You intimidate me.” You answered, Jisung laughed… loud and rich and so prettily.
“Me? Aren’t I a sweet little quokka or whatever they say?” He asked, sounding almost insulted by it.
“Not ‘real-life’ you. You as an actor. You become so serious. It’s weird.”
“I could probably say the same thing… but, you’re equally serious in real life.” Jisung countered, you rolled your eyes.
“That’s just anxiety translated into to seriousness.”
“Well, in all seriousness, you don’t have to feel intimidated by me. You’re doing great, I mean it.”
“Thanks, Jisung. You’re also doing great…as always.” You added, earning a crimson blush from Jisung. “I’m going to get some water, do you want something?” He nodded.
Jisung took his time to speak up after you gave him his glass of water, he stared at his phone instead. Meanwhile, you reevaluated your life choices, as if rehearsing the intimate your undeniably attractive costar in the comfort of your home was ever a good idea. Even if it wasn’t a good idea, you still didn’t think that you’d have such a physical reaction to him —you expected to be nervous, not horny. You gulped down your water in order to cool yourself down.
“Hey…um…can we practice that last scene again?” Jisung asked. “I think the transition could probably be more seamless. If you’re comfortable with it…”
“No, uh, yeah. I am. I think it could look better too.” You agreed, internally freaking out because you didn’t think you’d be rehearsing again.
“Okay, okay….we’ll take it from me pushing you into the wall. The tapping queue and stuff…” Jisung said, placing the script on the table next to the designated wall. You took a deep breath. “Hey, don’t be scared, try to let go. You’re amazing.” You swore that he could stare right into your soul when he said that. You nodded. “Good!”
Jisung’s lips found yours, the kiss was soft and, frankly, unnecessary. But you weren’t complaining. His strong hands tapped your waist and you took the step back as he lunged forward to push you onto the wall. This time his body felt heavier against yours, the pressure was harsher. You moaned into the kiss before you could pace yourself. Jisung stopped, breathing heavily against your lips.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.” You gasped.
It only took your repetition for him to crash his lips onto yours again, hungry and needy. As if you had finally given him permission to act upon his own desire. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t hold back anymore, not when you so clearly reciprocated the need to feel him. Your hands found their way to the collar of his shirt, pulling lightly on it as you played with the hair on the back of his neck. You paused, looking at Jisung, who in turn stared at you with wide eyes.
“Good acting?” You teased.
“Uh…I-I wasn’t…” you leaned forward to peck his lips.
“Me neither.” You interrupted, his lips were on yours again. Jisung pressed you harder into the wall, his leg rested between yours; you ground yourself against it in attempts to satiate the ache and arousal. His kisses were no longer pretty and calculated, instead you were met with messy, wet, entangled with his tongue. Jisung’s hands tightened on your waist when he felt your arousal through his thin slacks, moaning at the feeling of you… without the barrier that acting puts between you.
Jisung’s hands trailed down to cup your ass, helping you lift your hips to press against his hard cock. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his straining cock, barely concealed by his slacks, dangerously close to your throbbing cunt.
“Y/N… this is —shit— so fucking hot.” Jisung’s soft lips kissed down your jaw and neck, careful not to mark your skin even if he desperately wanted to. You panted, hands busying themselves in the hair on the back of his neck. You could feel your cunt practically gushing for him. “Baby, can I… taste you?”
His question took you off guard and Jisung folded at your silence.
“Oh..shit…did I misread into this or something?” He collected himself, furiously blushing but prepared to stop what was happening.
“No! I’m just surprised that you would want to do that…” You clarified, “want to go to my room?” Jisung hesitated for a second but eventually nodded.
Jisung kissed you as you led him to your room, almost stumbling due to the rush you were in. You impatiently laid down on your bed, never once taking your lips off Jisung’s. Looking up at him hovering above you, only made your core throb more. His gold cross necklace dangled in front of you, almost reaching your neck before you pulled him down to kiss you again. You could almost feel a gush of your arousal dripping down your legs.
“For the record,” Jisung parted away from your lips, “I’ve never done this before.”
You sat up, scared at the confession, before he could kiss you again.
“Like, ever?” You asked in utter disbelief, making Jisung let out a laugh. His face turned a bright crimson color.
“No! Like… with any of my costars.” He replied, you sighed in relief. “Wait, would that have been a turn off for you?”
“Not really…but like, you deserved to pop your cherry with someone special and not with me…in my shitty apartment.” You answered, rolling your eyes at the sudden serious moment due to your own mistake. Jisung chuckled.
“I’d be freaked out too, don’t worry. For what it's worth, though, I consider you to be special,” He added. “I mean —you know what? Wanna keep going?”
You nodded, pulling him down with you once again, your lips locked in another more desperate kiss. The kiss became a desperate mess of teeth, tongues and spit; to the point where you could almost decipher the ingredients in the characteristically fruity drink he ordered with his food. All of your self-consciousness had died down in that moment, you could finally focus on feeling instead of thinking.
Jisung’s warm hand traveled down your throat, but halted its movements before reaching your clothed breasts. You slowly sat up, separating from him as you took off your shirt. Jisung laid down on your bed —and for the first time in your life, you couldn’t care less about outside clothes touching your freshly new sheets— and stared at you as if you were some sort of apparition. His eyes were big, bigger than usual while he stared down your bare breasts before him.
You took this as your opportunity to straddle him; closing your thighs in on each side of his body. You felt Jisung’s body tense as you continued to kiss him, hands inching closer to your breasts but never actually touching you. You took Jisung’s strong hands into your own and brought them to your pillowy mounds. Jisung groaned into the kiss when he finally felt your breasts in his hands. Unbeknownst to you, this had been a fixation of his for quite some time.
Then, you felt the heat of his throbbing cock beneath you twitching for some friction. The kiss had been so engulfing that you had forgotten to move your hips above his. You rolled them experimentally, making Jisung let out a whimper in response, breaking your kiss. His already large eyes widened at you, a blush quickly appeared on them.
You rolled your hips once more as his hands reached down to grip your hips closer to his own. His, thankfully, soft pants were a lot tighter than they were before, you could now feel his prominent bulge throbbing beneath them. Something that only made your underwear grow wetter with each roll of your or his hips. Jisung was no longer careful or apologetic with his moans —or his hands. They roamed through your whole body, alternating amongst groping your breasts, hips, waist, ass and stomach.
Soon enough, you could feel your orgasm approaching you as Jisung thrusted his hips with every roll of yours. You weren’t used to cumming from dry humping alone but the heat of the whole experience made you especially sensitive to whatever Jisung did. Finding him attractive was no problem at all but your work ethic became the bigger barrier for getting to know him.
Strangely, this had been the first time you were so tempted by a costar. You weren’t really keen on labelling an ‘ideal type’, but if you had one, Jisung would check all the marks. Afraid to catch feelings for him, especially considering the heated parts you worked with, you reduced your interactions to talking between scenes, at lunch time or during PR meetings despite Jisung’s constant attempts to ask you out. Although you still wouldn’t say that you had feelings for him, this situation would definitely change your dynamic —for better or worse.
Your orgasm caught you by surprise, engulfed in the pleasure, you hadn’t even realized that Jisung had slid his hand inside your underwear and started rubbing soft circles on your clit. Your body convulsed in sheer pleasure as you rode off your orgasm to Jisung and on Jisung.It was during the aftermath that you felt wetness mixed with heat beneath you and Jisung’s now flaccid cock which indicated that he had also climaxed with you.
“Fuck. That was—”
“Yeah, definitely.” You interrupted, lying breathless and limp against Jisung’s toned body.
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Nothing else happened that night. Jisung showered, borrowed some sweats and left with a sheepish smile. He promised that you had the sex scene under control. You didn’t question him, opting to agree with him; but actually carrying a lot of uncertainty about it and about what had happened. You at least expected a conversation about the implications about your encounter. But he didn’t say anything and you decided not to pry. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing for him.
Shooting the sex scene was, admittedly, easier once you had your experience with Jisung in real life. The bright lights, staff, and cameras went straight to the back of your mind when you saw Jisung for the first time after that night. Awkwardness was almost obvious, at first, but you definitely felt more comfortable after having made him cum and kissed him countless times that day.
Though, being dressed in a skin-colored tube top and shibue, on top of Jisung who only had a hibue on, was more alluring than you expected it to. You weren’t sure how unprofessional you were being when you felt yourself becoming wet at the friction of Jisung’s chest on yours; his mouth on your neck, hands roaming everywhere. The tension that lingered was palpable.
Thus, recording the sex scenes had not been a problem for you; feeling comfortable enough to act even if surrounded by everyone —but especially, with Jisung. And his stupidly sexy voice. And his toned body. And impeccable acting that made you breathless. The scene took two tries; by the second try, you were sure that your wetness was almost visible beneath your shibue. But Jisung didn’t seem to care and, frankly, neither did you. You didn’t have any space to become self-conscious and make mistakes.
After the scene concluded, your manager quickly brought you a robe to cover up, Jisung’s did the same. Everyone in the set clapped and praised your natural yet provocative performance; impressed at the improvement in mood-making after the last scenes. Still, your favorite reaction was the director’s acclaim about your chemistry on set. Because, despite not entirely acting, you and Jisung worked surprisingly well together —just like you did in real life.
You were thrilled and wholly thankful to Jisung —and what happened in your apartment— to have gained that back. You and Jisung shook hands before you retreated to your trailer, to remove your makeup and modesty garments before leaving the set for the day.
A knock on your door startled you before realizing it must be your manager coming to provide her, hopefully positive, feedback about your performance. You were even more surprised to find yourself watching a disheveled-looking Jisung. This didn’t even look like the Jisung that you were shooting a scene with half an hour ago. He looked breathless, his after-makeup skin products shimmered against his face, his hair was damp with water.
“Jisung? Hey.” You tried to be casual about it, but the hazy look in his eyes told you otherwise.
“Hi.” He said, striding towards you slowly, a little unsure. “You did great today.”
“You did too, could’ve fooled me.” You replied as he stopped right in front of you. His eyes darted from yours to your lips, your breath ghosting against Jisung’s as you stood face to face with each other. Jisung’s eyes stared straight at your lips unapologetically this time. “Do it?”
And Jisung did.
His lips found yours in a familiar warmth because you had been kissing for the scene earlier. Despite that, performance kisses will never compare to the real thing. Being able to kiss someone without the pressure to be perfect was more gratifying than acting would ever be. It took some time for the kiss to feel unrehearsed and sloppy, due to the familiarity of kissing for show. It did become just that after a few minutes; you cradled Jisung’s cheeks into your hands reassuringly.
“Fuck.” Jisung cursed under his breath. “Are you free? D’you want to get out of here?”
“Sorry, I have an audition later.” You replied, Jisung looked disappointed. “You do have me now.”
“Are you implying that… we should…. here?”
“I mean, if you want to.”
“Are you comfortable with that?”
“I am.”
“Okay, good.” His voice sounded deeper, like it did when he was acting —only less monotonous. “Can I take you out after you’re done with your audition?”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.” Jisung cleared up. “I do this because I like you, not because I’m horny or whatever.”
“But you are horny, right?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Fuck, yes.” He answered, pressing his bulge onto your hip so that you could feel the heat coming from it. “But I like you too.”
“It’s okay, Jisung. You don’t have to like me to fuck me.” You noted, insecure about his constant reassurance.
“I know, but I do.” He remarked, pressing a peck on your lips. “You don’t have to like me back. I’m okay with that.” Jisung didn’t really give you much time to react, capturing your lips in a kiss once again.
The kiss was messy and desperate, as you predicted. Jisung unapologetically rutted against you as your tongues tasted each other. Your body became increasingly hot, especially when you felt Jisung’s hands toying with your robe; leaving you bare before him.
Jisung’s hands caressed your body like they had done many times before, in many different settings. The feeling of his calloused fingers against your soft skin made you break into goosebumps. Jisung’s lips dragged themselves down your neck, kissing and nipping softly; mindful about not marking you. You felt so dizzy with lust that it took you a while to realize that Jisung was still fully clothed. Your hands tugged at the buttons of his linen shirt; undoing them one by one at a slower pace until it was fully unbuttoned.
You had seen Jisung without a shirt many times before, mostly during shootings or sitting on the makeup chair. However, this was the first time you’d actually been able to admire his physique, especially his —surprisingly big— tattoos that were thoroughly covered during makeup for his shirtless scenes. When you snapped out of it, Jisung was looking back at you with his usual shit-eating grin. Your face heated up as you avoided eye contact with him; to which his hand reached to cup your cheek, leaning in to kiss your lips.
“You like them?” He asked, you burrowed your blushing face into his neck.
“Shut up, Jisung.” You hummed against his collarbone. You could almost feel his smug smirk when he kissed the side of your head.
“Let me make you feel good, baby.” Jisung’s tone shifted, his voice was low and husky, making you feel goosebumps on your skin.
You felt one of Jisung’s hand sneak down to your cunt, fingers slipping down your moistened slit. His other hand tilted your chin up to envelop your lips into a kiss. His fingers rubbed your clit, the most sensitive part of yours, as his filthy mouth swallowed your sweet moans.
Jisung’s off-screen kisses always felt careless, desperate for more, and had the perfect amount of yearning in them. Like last time, you were completely entranced; only snapping back into your thoughts when you felt one of his fingers slip inside your throbbing cunt. Jisung groaned into your mouth, slipping a second finger inside of you. His fingers thrusted in and out of you in almost perfect sync as he kissed you. It wasn’t long-lasting, though. His fingers sped up inside of you and his kisses became sloppier in due time, as you felt your impending orgasm approach you.
“Ji,” you broke the kiss, breath ghosting against his lips, “can you put it in? I’m on birth control.”
Jisung unbuckled his belt, hurriedly dragging his pants and boxers down with it. He pumped his cock a few times with a strong hand. You bent over the armrest of your trailer’s couch, Jisung lined up with your entrance.
“I would rather look at your face, by the way.” Jisung remarked, pushing his tip inside of your gushing cunt.
“You can look at my face when you make me cum.”
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He slipped the rest of his cock inside of you; the stretch made you moan against the sofa.
Jisung’s strong hands found your hips, thrusting softly as you involuntarily clenched around him. Jisung kept a soft pace until you started thrusting back into him. Jisung moaned, pressing himself deeper into you until his chest was flattened against your back.
Jisung’s lips peppered kisses on your neck before lightly sucking at the back of it —mindful of the fact that the last scenes you had to shoot were with your hair down. His thrusts sped up when you let out a breathless whimper.
“F-fuck baby, you feel amazing.” Jisung moaned against your ear. “I knew you’d feel amazing, but God— you’re …” Jisung never did finish that sentence, groaning as your cunt clamped down on his cock, making his hips relentlessly twitching.
You reached down to rub soft circles on your clit, as the heat of the moment pooled on your stomach.
“Ji…” You moaned, “I’m c-close.”
“Shit.”
Jisung halted his movements, slowly pulling out of you as you hissed from the sudden emptiness.
“W-what?”
“You said that I’d get to see your face when you came, didn’t you?” Jisung smirked, tilting his head. You rolled your eyes at him but you couldn’t help but smile at him. You made your way to lay down on the couch.
Jisung leaned over you, silver necklace dangling in your face as he reached down to kiss your lips once again. He guided his shaft back into your entrance; sensitive cunt welcoming him with a spasm.
“Baby… I’m going to cum as soon as you do.” He admitted as he pushed his cock deeper into you.
“Y-yeah. You can cum, Ji. shit—” you moaned as he thrusted into you, sliding one of his hands downwards to rub on your clit. This position felt different, more intimate as you shyly looked into Jisung’s eyes. He looked disheveled, big eyes hazy with pleasure, brows furrowed, mouth slightly open; the most attractive thing you’d ever experienced.
“Baby… I can’t hold it longer…. please.” He moaned, burying his face into your neck.
Jisung’s whines made you feel warm all over; making you realize that you were that much closer to your climax. Especially as his fingers sped up the pressure on your clit. Your legs, almost involuntarily, locked around his hips.
“Baby…baby, if you keep doing that I’ll cum.” Jisung moaned, thrusts stuttering when you clenched around him. “Shit.”
Your vision blurred as your long awaited orgasm washed over you with a gush of arousal. Jisung cursed under his breath as you felt thick, hot ropes of his seed fill you up. Jisung’s hips twitched as he released the generous remnants of his climax inside of you. You felt a kiss on your neck before Jisung pooled out of you, and so did some of his release.
“Sorry about that, baby. I’ll clean you up, okay?” Jisung said, softly with a sheepish smile and loving eyes. “I didn’t mean to cum inside of you.”
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The movie wrapped up and soon enough, you had begun serious promotions for it. Stans had quickly linked you and Jisung up as soon as interviews flooded everyone’s fyps. You and Jisung decided to keep it on the down low until the movie premiered— mostly because it was unknown even for your companies. Keeping it a secret was unanimous due to Jisung’s popularity, but dating him was a total delight. He definitely was a genuine, doting, hilarious partner.
Your black, silk dress draped perfectly against your body, makeup executed wonderfully; your hair didn’t even need copious amounts of hairspray to look beautiful. Yet the pressure of attending the premier of the movie that could make or break your career was harrowing. Jisung tried his best to give you a pep talk on your way to the premier. The camera flashes were overwhelmingly visible from the limousine.
Breathing slowly, you exited the limo and made your way to walk the carpet with a smile. Workers from different media outlets called out your name as you waved and walked along your manager. Your eyes were glossy from embarrassment until you spotted Jisung. His big gummy smile was directed towards you, ignoring the interviewer in front of him. You hadn’t seen each other in two weeks; you were busy with individual promotions while Jisung was already shooting his next film.
Jisung’s expression filled with concern when he actually saw your eyes. Nonetheless, seeing him made you forget about everyone else. Jisung called you over, extending his hand for you to take. You laced your fingers together, earning a gasp from the interviewer, the paparazzi and members of the supporting cast.
Still, it wasn’t until Jisung’s lips pressed against yours that the room went silent… before receiving a round of applause and whistles.
With that, the next phase of your career, and your life, began.
synopsis: after an intimacy coordinator is suggested for your first sex scene, jisung insists that you could navigate the intimacy all by yourselves.
wc. 5.7k
cw: sexual tension, swearing, use of y/n, y/n’s insecurities, jisung’s always a simp in my book, dry humping, cumming in pants, fingering, semi-public sex, semi-protected sex (condoms are sexy irl, i promise), creampie, (unrealistic setting where actors actually make decisions like these but intimacy coordinators are very necessary).
“Honestly, Y/N. You’re making us look unprofessional.” Your manager said, dragging her hand against her furrowed brow. “I know you’re a good actress, what’s going on?” You sighed.
When you auditioned to be the lead in your favorite newcomer director’s upcoming movie, the last thing you expected was to actually get the part; and for the part to include getting down and dirty as well. You have watched their whole videography, and not once had there been a sex scene, except when you’re starring. You have been an active actress for years, but this had been your first starring role. You had never shot a scene with a kiss before this (you were rarely cast as a romantic interest), let alone a sex scene.
“I don’t know! He makes me nervous, I guess.”
“But you two have had great chemistry until now.”
“Fine… it’s the sex scene… I don’t know. I feel weird about it.”
“You knew that you had intimate scenes in this film when you accepted the role.” She reminded you.
“I know.”
“The director’s saying they’ll hire an intimacy coordinator…”
“Intimacy coordinator?” A voice asked from behind you. You recognized his voice, of course, but you still looked over at him, who stared back at you with his head tilted. “Why? We can work things out together.” Your manager looked at you and sighed.
“Fine. She said you were dismissed for today anyways. Talk it over. I’ll tell her to halt the intimacy coordinator for now.” She said, grabbing her purse. “Try your best to work things out, please. You need to succeed here if you want to be taken seriously, okay?” She whispered to you, you sighed but nodded. Jisung waved at her as she exited the room with a huff.
“Oh thank God! I’m glad to not be the only one.” You sighed in relief, earning a chuckle from your co-star. “Is it your first time?” He nodded.
“It is.” He replied. “An intimacy coordinator isn’t a bad thing or anything, by the way. I just don’t think it’s that necessary. We get along well, right?”
“I mean, I guess we do. We’re just not friends or besties or anything like that.” You shrugged, he laughed.
“Ouch. I thought that I had at least earned the friend status.” He said, you chuckled.
“Sorry. I just don’t know you too well, aside from being on set with you… and the interviews. Limited conversation topics, you know?”
“ Didn’t we talk about childhood trauma that one time? Though, I guess that maybe I know you a little better than you know me.” He said, casually shrugging. “I read your wikipedia page before meeting you, miss bachelor's degree in sociology.” You laughed at that.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t know that co-star research was part of the job.” You said, Jisung chuckled. “So, you’ll just have to tell me about yourself using the old fashioned way…by conversing.”
“Ask away.” Jisung replied, “I’m an open book, baby!”
“Can we do it over some food, though?”
“Yeah!”
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You and Jisung left the set and ordered takeout to your apartment. You didn’t usually bring your co-stars over to your place unless you were actually friends, but the idea of an intimate scene with someone you felt uncomfortable with was playing with your better judgment. Jisung was nice enough, so you did trust him in a sense. Still, you held on to the hope that maybe if you knew each other better, then the intimate scene would just flow better.
“So, is the rumor that you were almost eaten by a crocodile true?” You snickered, Jisung laughed.
“So you do know a thing or two, then?” He teased, evading the question.
“I might’ve heard some things from other actors that have worked with you before…”
“What I’m hearing is that you know things about me, but wanted to hear them firsthand?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Shut up. I just wanted to run lines with you until I felt comfortable enough to pretend that we’re having sex.” You laughed, Jisung gulped and faintly chuckled.
“Okay! Let’s do it! We’ve kissed already, this shouldn’t be that weird, right?” He said trying to convey a confident tone, but you could hear the nerves through his voice. You shrugged.
“I think it depends… was the kiss easy for you?” You asked.
“I think it was… I barely remember it, honestly.”
“The kiss wasn’t easy for me…I do remember it but only because I feel like I did terribly.”
“Want me to be a hundred percent honest?” Jisung asked, you nodded in response. “…it was a really good kiss. That’s all I remember…so you did well.” He chuckled, blush creeping on his cheeks and yours. “Was that inappropriate to say? Shit.” You shrugged.
“It boosted my confidence, so no.” You chuckled, he smiled. “Okay, so, let’s check this script out.”
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INT. APARTMENT LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.
Y/N, a young woman wearing a slick red dress, paces around her apartment, stomping every time she walks by a corner.
Y/N takes her phone in her hand, frantically pressing the buttons to JISUNG’s number.
The front door creaks open, revealing JISUNG, a handsome young man wearing a dark business suit. JISUNG steps inside the apartment.
Y/N
(Sighing in relief)
I was worried sick! You should’ve called if you weren’t coming earlier. I thought you were dead!
JISUNG
I got caught up with something. I’m here now. You look stunning, honey. Is this all for me?
JISUNG walks closer to Y/N, briefcase in hand. Y/N nods in response, fidgeting with her GOLD necklace.
Y/N
It was, before you stood me up.
JISUNG leans towards Y/N’s ear, dragging his lips on her earlobe.Y/N looks towards the window.
JISUNG
(Whispering huskily)
How about I make it up to you by taking it off?
JISUNG drags down the straps of Y/N’s dress.
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“Ah. I am cringing so hard.” You laughed, as you rehearsed your lines with Jisung, who couldn’t stop laughing either.
“It is a Mafia love story… Cringe is literally its mantra.” Jisung remarked, you snickered. “If we could just get over my lips dragging over your earlobe, I think the script gets better once we stop talking.” You laughed.
“I’m actually trying.”
“Maybe we do need an intimacy coordinator, then.” Jisung teased.
“Maybe…”
“I have an idea… How about we actually try to do the things we’re supposed to do…?” He suggested. “Like, not necessarily the really intimate parts but the earlobe lip-dragging and the kissing? To see if that does help?” You suddenly felt shivers at his suggestion, your nerves rushed through you. “…or like we can just rehearse our lines, if you want… I just thought that maybe it would be easier if we were more familiarized….”
“No…it totally makes sense…sorry.” You interrupted. “Let’s take it from the god-forsaken earlobe part.”
Jisung positioned himself in front of you, looked away from him. Jisung’s recently freshened breath tickled your earlobe as he whispered his line. You weren’t expecting the physical reaction that Jisung’s low voice had on you. You felt goosebumps form all over your skin and it shot straight down to make your cunt throb. Fuck.
Jisung’s fingers dragged through the sleeves of your shirt before looking at his copy of the script.
“Hmmm. This says to kiss your neck now, is that okay?” He asked, you nodded. You felt yourself gulp at the thought of Jisung kissing your neck when he was already able to get a reaction from you just by using his voice. But your mask didn’t falter, instead you tried to give Jisung the sultriest look you could make. His breath hitched, hesitating before his lips found your jaw. Jisung’s soft lips kissed their way down your neck, leaving a hot trail every time they touched your sensitive skin.
You didn’t know how Jisung could maintain his composure because you felt your knees turning into jelly when he kept pressing light kisses to your neck.
“And now… your hands play with the hair on the nape of my neck.” Jisung said, looking at the script over your shoulder. You follow the scrip, now fully face-to-face with Jisung. “….and you look at me with pretty and lovey eyes… yeah, just like that,” he chuckled nervously, “… and…I kiss you, yup.”
Jisung dips his head, breath ghosting on yours and he pressed his pillowy lips on yours with the same hesitation as when he kissed your neck. You had kissed Jisung many times before for different scenes, but this felt different. Kissing in front of a crew of people wasn’t enjoyable, but this was. Jisung’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as the kiss was intended to deepen before as a buffer for the sex scene. You broke the kiss in attempts to calm yourself down before you dripped all over your carpet.
“How was that? Natural enough?” You asked with a nervous chuckle.
“Good… that was, uh, great.” Jisung said, eyes skimming through the following page of the script. “okay… this kinda gets intense from here on. We can stop now if you want…”
Jisung showed you the next scene where he was supposed to press you into the wall, still kissing you but his hands roamed through your body. You stared at the script and weighed in on the pros and cons of practicing that specific scene.
“I think we should keep it up, just to coordinate how it’s going to look…”
“Yeah, okay.” Jisung agreed, standing next to you to stare at the script. “So, we should be standing closer to the wall, then. Okay. Let’s take it from the kiss. I’ll tap your waist when you have to move.”
Jisung attached his lips to yours softly, his large hands were caressing your waist. You felt so drunk into the kiss…so drunk on his perfume… that you didn’t notice Jisung tapping your waist. He walked forward, making you stumble.
“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.” Jisung apologized as your back hit the wall —more abrupt than expected; making you laugh in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. I forgot the queue. Let’s go again.”
You didn’t kiss him this time, Jisung tapped your waist and you took a discrete step backwards towards the wall. Jisung kissed you again when you felt the cool wall tiles against your back. He kissed you with harder and faster this time, like he had done for the previous scene. Your hand reached to cup his face without realizing it.
Off-script.
You felt Jisung tense up before melting further into the kiss, his hands now roaming on your waist and hips and the hem of your skirt. You were wet, embarrassingly so —you pressed yourself closer to Jisung, searching for some warmth.
And then, you felt it; his clothed erection poking your hip. Jisung smooth and professionally separated himself from your body. You felt embarrassed for wanting more, especially when he was being so…nonchalant and you were nearly evaporating away.
“Remind me why you felt so nervous?” Jisung asked with a nervous chuckle, subtly pulling his shirt down to cover himself.
“You intimidate me.” You answered, Jisung laughed… loud and rich and so prettily.
“Me? Aren’t I a sweet little quokka or whatever they say?” He asked, sounding almost insulted by it.
“Not ‘real-life’ you. You as an actor. You become so serious. It’s weird.”
“I could probably say the same thing… but, you’re equally serious in real life.” Jisung countered, you rolled your eyes.
“That’s just anxiety translated into to seriousness.”
“Well, in all seriousness, you don’t have to feel intimidated by me. You’re doing great, I mean it.”
“Thanks, Jisung. You’re also doing great…as always.” You added, earning a crimson blush from Jisung. “I’m going to get some water, do you want something?” He nodded.
Jisung took his time to speak up after you gave him his glass of water, he stared at his phone instead. Meanwhile, you reevaluated your life choices, as if rehearsing the intimate your undeniably attractive costar in the comfort of your home was ever a good idea. Even if it wasn’t a good idea, you still didn’t think that you’d have such a physical reaction to him —you expected to be nervous, not horny. You gulped down your water in order to cool yourself down.
“Hey…um…can we practice that last scene again?” Jisung asked. “I think the transition could probably be more seamless. If you’re comfortable with it…”
“No, uh, yeah. I am. I think it could look better too.” You agreed, internally freaking out because you didn’t think you’d be rehearsing again.
“Okay, okay….we’ll take it from me pushing you into the wall. The tapping queue and stuff…” Jisung said, placing the script on the table next to the designated wall. You took a deep breath. “Hey, don’t be scared, try to let go. You’re amazing.” You swore that he could stare right into your soul when he said that. You nodded. “Good!”
Jisung’s lips found yours, the kiss was soft and, frankly, unnecessary. But you weren’t complaining. His strong hands tapped your waist and you took the step back as he lunged forward to push you onto the wall. This time his body felt heavier against yours, the pressure was harsher. You moaned into the kiss before you could pace yourself. Jisung stopped, breathing heavily against your lips.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.” You gasped.
It only took your repetition for him to crash his lips onto yours again, hungry and needy. As if you had finally given him permission to act upon his own desire. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t hold back anymore, not when you so clearly reciprocated the need to feel him. Your hands found their way to the collar of his shirt, pulling lightly on it as you played with the hair on the back of his neck. You paused, looking at Jisung, who in turn stared at you with wide eyes.
“Good acting?” You teased.
“Uh…I-I wasn’t…” you leaned forward to peck his lips.
“Me neither.” You interrupted, his lips were on yours again. Jisung pressed you harder into the wall, his leg rested between yours; you ground yourself against it in attempts to satiate the ache and arousal. His kisses were no longer pretty and calculated, instead you were met with messy, wet, entangled with his tongue. Jisung’s hands tightened on your waist when he felt your arousal through his thin slacks, moaning at the feeling of you… without the barrier that acting puts between you.
Jisung’s hands trailed down to cup your ass, helping you lift your hips to press against his hard cock. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his straining cock, barely concealed by his slacks, dangerously close to your throbbing cunt.
“Y/N… this is —shit— so fucking hot.” Jisung’s soft lips kissed down your jaw and neck, careful not to mark your skin even if he desperately wanted to. You panted, hands busying themselves in the hair on the back of his neck. You could feel your cunt practically gushing for him. “Baby, can I… taste you?”
His question took you off guard and Jisung folded at your silence.
“Oh..shit…did I misread into this or something?” He collected himself, furiously blushing but prepared to stop what was happening.
“No! I’m just surprised that you would want to do that…” You clarified, “want to go to my room?” Jisung hesitated for a second but eventually nodded.
Jisung kissed you as you led him to your room, almost stumbling due to the rush you were in. You impatiently laid down on your bed, never once taking your lips off Jisung’s. Looking up at him hovering above you, only made your core throb more. His gold cross necklace dangled in front of you, almost reaching your neck before you pulled him down to kiss you again. You could almost feel a gush of your arousal dripping down your legs.
“For the record,” Jisung parted away from your lips, “I’ve never done this before.”
You sat up, scared at the confession, before he could kiss you again.
“Like, ever?” You asked in utter disbelief, making Jisung let out a laugh. His face turned a bright crimson color.
“No! Like… with any of my costars.” He replied, you sighed in relief. “Wait, would that have been a turn off for you?”
“Not really…but like, you deserved to pop your cherry with someone special and not with me…in my shitty apartment.” You answered, rolling your eyes at the sudden serious moment due to your own mistake. Jisung chuckled.
“I’d be freaked out too, don’t worry. For what it's worth, though, I consider you to be special,” He added. “I mean —you know what? Wanna keep going?”
You nodded, pulling him down with you once again, your lips locked in another more desperate kiss. The kiss became a desperate mess of teeth, tongues and spit; to the point where you could almost decipher the ingredients in the characteristically fruity drink he ordered with his food. All of your self-consciousness had died down in that moment, you could finally focus on feeling instead of thinking.
Jisung’s warm hand traveled down your throat, but halted its movements before reaching your clothed breasts. You slowly sat up, separating from him as you took off your shirt. Jisung laid down on your bed —and for the first time in your life, you couldn’t care less about outside clothes touching your freshly new sheets— and stared at you as if you were some sort of apparition. His eyes were big, bigger than usual while he stared down your bare breasts before him.
You took this as your opportunity to straddle him; closing your thighs in on each side of his body. You felt Jisung’s body tense as you continued to kiss him, hands inching closer to your breasts but never actually touching you. You took Jisung’s strong hands into your own and brought them to your pillowy mounds. Jisung groaned into the kiss when he finally felt your breasts in his hands. Unbeknownst to you, this had been a fixation of his for quite some time.
Then, you felt the heat of his throbbing cock beneath you twitching for some friction. The kiss had been so engulfing that you had forgotten to move your hips above his. You rolled them experimentally, making Jisung let out a whimper in response, breaking your kiss. His already large eyes widened at you, a blush quickly appeared on them.
You rolled your hips once more as his hands reached down to grip your hips closer to his own. His, thankfully, soft pants were a lot tighter than they were before, you could now feel his prominent bulge throbbing beneath them. Something that only made your underwear grow wetter with each roll of your or his hips. Jisung was no longer careful or apologetic with his moans —or his hands. They roamed through your whole body, alternating amongst groping your breasts, hips, waist, ass and stomach.
Soon enough, you could feel your orgasm approaching you as Jisung thrusted his hips with every roll of yours. You weren’t used to cumming from dry humping alone but the heat of the whole experience made you especially sensitive to whatever Jisung did. Finding him attractive was no problem at all but your work ethic became the bigger barrier for getting to know him.
Strangely, this had been the first time you were so tempted by a costar. You weren’t really keen on labelling an ‘ideal type’, but if you had one, Jisung would check all the marks. Afraid to catch feelings for him, especially considering the heated parts you worked with, you reduced your interactions to talking between scenes, at lunch time or during PR meetings despite Jisung’s constant attempts to ask you out. Although you still wouldn’t say that you had feelings for him, this situation would definitely change your dynamic —for better or worse.
Your orgasm caught you by surprise, engulfed in the pleasure, you hadn’t even realized that Jisung had slid his hand inside your underwear and started rubbing soft circles on your clit. Your body convulsed in sheer pleasure as you rode off your orgasm to Jisung and on Jisung.It was during the aftermath that you felt wetness mixed with heat beneath you and Jisung’s now flaccid cock which indicated that he had also climaxed with you.
“Fuck. That was—”
“Yeah, definitely.” You interrupted, lying breathless and limp against Jisung’s toned body.
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Nothing else happened that night. Jisung showered, borrowed some sweats and left with a sheepish smile. He promised that you had the sex scene under control. You didn’t question him, opting to agree with him; but actually carrying a lot of uncertainty about it and about what had happened. You at least expected a conversation about the implications about your encounter. But he didn’t say anything and you decided not to pry. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing for him.
Shooting the sex scene was, admittedly, easier once you had your experience with Jisung in real life. The bright lights, staff, and cameras went straight to the back of your mind when you saw Jisung for the first time after that night. Awkwardness was almost obvious, at first, but you definitely felt more comfortable after having made him cum and kissed him countless times that day.
Though, being dressed in a skin-colored tube top and shibue, on top of Jisung who only had a hibue on, was more alluring than you expected it to. You weren’t sure how unprofessional you were being when you felt yourself becoming wet at the friction of Jisung’s chest on yours; his mouth on your neck, hands roaming everywhere. The tension that lingered was palpable.
Thus, recording the sex scenes had not been a problem for you; feeling comfortable enough to act even if surrounded by everyone —but especially, with Jisung. And his stupidly sexy voice. And his toned body. And impeccable acting that made you breathless. The scene took two tries; by the second try, you were sure that your wetness was almost visible beneath your shibue. But Jisung didn’t seem to care and, frankly, neither did you. You didn’t have any space to become self-conscious and make mistakes.
After the scene concluded, your manager quickly brought you a robe to cover up, Jisung’s did the same. Everyone in the set clapped and praised your natural yet provocative performance; impressed at the improvement in mood-making after the last scenes. Still, your favorite reaction was the director’s acclaim about your chemistry on set. Because, despite not entirely acting, you and Jisung worked surprisingly well together —just like you did in real life.
You were thrilled and wholly thankful to Jisung —and what happened in your apartment— to have gained that back. You and Jisung shook hands before you retreated to your trailer, to remove your makeup and modesty garments before leaving the set for the day.
A knock on your door startled you before realizing it must be your manager coming to provide her, hopefully positive, feedback about your performance. You were even more surprised to find yourself watching a disheveled-looking Jisung. This didn’t even look like the Jisung that you were shooting a scene with half an hour ago. He looked breathless, his after-makeup skin products shimmered against his face, his hair was damp with water.
“Jisung? Hey.” You tried to be casual about it, but the hazy look in his eyes told you otherwise.
“Hi.” He said, striding towards you slowly, a little unsure. “You did great today.”
“You did too, could’ve fooled me.” You replied as he stopped right in front of you. His eyes darted from yours to your lips, your breath ghosting against Jisung’s as you stood face to face with each other. Jisung’s eyes stared straight at your lips unapologetically this time. “Do it?”
And Jisung did.
His lips found yours in a familiar warmth because you had been kissing for the scene earlier. Despite that, performance kisses will never compare to the real thing. Being able to kiss someone without the pressure to be perfect was more gratifying than acting would ever be. It took some time for the kiss to feel unrehearsed and sloppy, due to the familiarity of kissing for show. It did become just that after a few minutes; you cradled Jisung’s cheeks into your hands reassuringly.
“Fuck.” Jisung cursed under his breath. “Are you free? D’you want to get out of here?”
“Sorry, I have an audition later.” You replied, Jisung looked disappointed. “You do have me now.”
“Are you implying that… we should…. here?”
“I mean, if you want to.”
“Are you comfortable with that?”
“I am.”
“Okay, good.” His voice sounded deeper, like it did when he was acting —only less monotonous. “Can I take you out after you’re done with your audition?”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.” Jisung cleared up. “I do this because I like you, not because I’m horny or whatever.”
“But you are horny, right?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Fuck, yes.” He answered, pressing his bulge onto your hip so that you could feel the heat coming from it. “But I like you too.”
“It’s okay, Jisung. You don’t have to like me to fuck me.” You noted, insecure about his constant reassurance.
“I know, but I do.” He remarked, pressing a peck on your lips. “You don’t have to like me back. I’m okay with that.” Jisung didn’t really give you much time to react, capturing your lips in a kiss once again.
The kiss was messy and desperate, as you predicted. Jisung unapologetically rutted against you as your tongues tasted each other. Your body became increasingly hot, especially when you felt Jisung’s hands toying with your robe; leaving you bare before him.
Jisung’s hands caressed your body like they had done many times before, in many different settings. The feeling of his calloused fingers against your soft skin made you break into goosebumps. Jisung’s lips dragged themselves down your neck, kissing and nipping softly; mindful about not marking you. You felt so dizzy with lust that it took you a while to realize that Jisung was still fully clothed. Your hands tugged at the buttons of his linen shirt; undoing them one by one at a slower pace until it was fully unbuttoned.
You had seen Jisung without a shirt many times before, mostly during shootings or sitting on the makeup chair. However, this was the first time you’d actually been able to admire his physique, especially his —surprisingly big— tattoos that were thoroughly covered during makeup for his shirtless scenes. When you snapped out of it, Jisung was looking back at you with his usual shit-eating grin. Your face heated up as you avoided eye contact with him; to which his hand reached to cup your cheek, leaning in to kiss your lips.
“You like them?” He asked, you burrowed your blushing face into his neck.
“Shut up, Jisung.” You hummed against his collarbone. You could almost feel his smug smirk when he kissed the side of your head.
“Let me make you feel good, baby.” Jisung’s tone shifted, his voice was low and husky, making you feel goosebumps on your skin.
You felt one of Jisung’s hand sneak down to your cunt, fingers slipping down your moistened slit. His other hand tilted your chin up to envelop your lips into a kiss. His fingers rubbed your clit, the most sensitive part of yours, as his filthy mouth swallowed your sweet moans.
Jisung’s off-screen kisses always felt careless, desperate for more, and had the perfect amount of yearning in them. Like last time, you were completely entranced; only snapping back into your thoughts when you felt one of his fingers slip inside your throbbing cunt. Jisung groaned into your mouth, slipping a second finger inside of you. His fingers thrusted in and out of you in almost perfect sync as he kissed you. It wasn’t long-lasting, though. His fingers sped up inside of you and his kisses became sloppier in due time, as you felt your impending orgasm approach you.
“Ji,” you broke the kiss, breath ghosting against his lips, “can you put it in? I’m on birth control.”
Jisung unbuckled his belt, hurriedly dragging his pants and boxers down with it. He pumped his cock a few times with a strong hand. You bent over the armrest of your trailer’s couch, Jisung lined up with your entrance.
“I would rather look at your face, by the way.” Jisung remarked, pushing his tip inside of your gushing cunt.
“You can look at my face when you make me cum.”
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He slipped the rest of his cock inside of you; the stretch made you moan against the sofa.
Jisung’s strong hands found your hips, thrusting softly as you involuntarily clenched around him. Jisung kept a soft pace until you started thrusting back into him. Jisung moaned, pressing himself deeper into you until his chest was flattened against your back.
Jisung’s lips peppered kisses on your neck before lightly sucking at the back of it —mindful of the fact that the last scenes you had to shoot were with your hair down. His thrusts sped up when you let out a breathless whimper.
“F-fuck baby, you feel amazing.” Jisung moaned against your ear. “I knew you’d feel amazing, but God— you’re …” Jisung never did finish that sentence, groaning as your cunt clamped down on his cock, making his hips relentlessly twitching.
You reached down to rub soft circles on your clit, as the heat of the moment pooled on your stomach.
“Ji…” You moaned, “I’m c-close.”
“Shit.”
Jisung halted his movements, slowly pulling out of you as you hissed from the sudden emptiness.
“W-what?”
“You said that I’d get to see your face when you came, didn’t you?” Jisung smirked, tilting his head. You rolled your eyes at him but you couldn’t help but smile at him. You made your way to lay down on the couch.
Jisung leaned over you, silver necklace dangling in your face as he reached down to kiss your lips once again. He guided his shaft back into your entrance; sensitive cunt welcoming him with a spasm.
“Baby… I’m going to cum as soon as you do.” He admitted as he pushed his cock deeper into you.
“Y-yeah. You can cum, Ji. shit—” you moaned as he thrusted into you, sliding one of his hands downwards to rub on your clit. This position felt different, more intimate as you shyly looked into Jisung’s eyes. He looked disheveled, big eyes hazy with pleasure, brows furrowed, mouth slightly open; the most attractive thing you’d ever experienced.
“Baby… I can’t hold it longer…. please.” He moaned, burying his face into your neck.
Jisung’s whines made you feel warm all over; making you realize that you were that much closer to your climax. Especially as his fingers sped up the pressure on your clit. Your legs, almost involuntarily, locked around his hips.
“Baby…baby, if you keep doing that I’ll cum.” Jisung moaned, thrusts stuttering when you clenched around him. “Shit.”
Your vision blurred as your long awaited orgasm washed over you with a gush of arousal. Jisung cursed under his breath as you felt thick, hot ropes of his seed fill you up. Jisung’s hips twitched as he released the generous remnants of his climax inside of you. You felt a kiss on your neck before Jisung pooled out of you, and so did some of his release.
“Sorry about that, baby. I’ll clean you up, okay?” Jisung said, softly with a sheepish smile and loving eyes. “I didn’t mean to cum inside of you.”
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The movie wrapped up and soon enough, you had begun serious promotions for it. Stans had quickly linked you and Jisung up as soon as interviews flooded everyone’s fyps. You and Jisung decided to keep it on the down low until the movie premiered— mostly because it was unknown even for your companies. Keeping it a secret was unanimous due to Jisung’s popularity, but dating him was a total delight. He definitely was a genuine, doting, hilarious partner.
Your black, silk dress draped perfectly against your body, makeup executed wonderfully; your hair didn’t even need copious amounts of hairspray to look beautiful. Yet the pressure of attending the premier of the movie that could make or break your career was harrowing. Jisung tried his best to give you a pep talk on your way to the premier. The camera flashes were overwhelmingly visible from the limousine.
Breathing slowly, you exited the limo and made your way to walk the carpet with a smile. Workers from different media outlets called out your name as you waved and walked along your manager. Your eyes were glossy from embarrassment until you spotted Jisung. His big gummy smile was directed towards you, ignoring the interviewer in front of him. You hadn’t seen each other in two weeks; you were busy with individual promotions while Jisung was already shooting his next film.
Jisung’s expression filled with concern when he actually saw your eyes. Nonetheless, seeing him made you forget about everyone else. Jisung called you over, extending his hand for you to take. You laced your fingers together, earning a gasp from the interviewer, the paparazzi and members of the supporting cast.
Still, it wasn’t until Jisung’s lips pressed against yours that the room went silent… before receiving a round of applause and whistles.
With that, the next phase of your career, and your life, began.
